Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Pairing: Kensei x Ichigo

Summery: Instead of Shinji coming to the school to recruit Ichigo, Kensei comes. Then fucks him in some kinky place, which is a surprise for the readers.

WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, lemon, sex, cursing. Sex in a public place. And PWP. I pretty much just throw Ichigo at Kensei and shout ‘here! A present for you.’ It’s only polite that he accepts.

Newb- not to be mistaken with noob. Two totally different things, check it out.

Resolve

Kensei’s POV

Fucking shit. I don’t know why I got the irritating job of scouting out the newb. I wasn’t told anything about him except that his name was Kurosaki Ichigo and he had orange haired. He sounded like some dip shit poser.

My first class had already started by the time I trudged into school, but I honestly didn’t give a fuck. I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my hoody and ignored the looks I was given for my grey hair and piercings. Stupid humans. I don’t understand why the new vizard we are looking to recruit is here of all places. I ignored the ignorant beings and made my way to the classroom. Enrollment had already been taken care of, not that it really mattered.

I walked into the classroom leisurely, ignoring the soft whispers as the teacher stood up and pushed her glasses up her nose with a grin. “You must be our new student.” She said politely.

“Tch. Yeah.”

“Class, I would like you to meet the new student, Kensei Muguruma.”

It was only then that I looked out into the classroom, already irritated with the immature kids I would have to deal with. My eyes stopped momentarily as I took in an orange haired boy slumped in his seat, staring out the window in obvious boredom. He didn’t even glance to the front of the classroom when I was announced. His bright orange hair stood up in spikes and his eyebrows appeared to be permanently furrowed. One of the stupid-looking students leaned over to say something and was promptly hit behind the eyes by the orange-haired teen’s knuckles. The immature kid clutched at his face and whined but the other boy didn’t even glance in his direction.

“Kurosaki!” The teacher yelled and threw a piece of chalk at the teen. Said teen simply caught the chalk and threw it to the side, finally glancing up front. His eyes flitted over me before moving over to the teacher. “I know you don’t deem other people important, but when I introduce somebody, YOU WILL PAY ATTENTION!”

Kurosaki Ichigo grunted in response and returned to looking outside. I felt oddly miffed that I was dismissed so quickly, although he did not know who I was as of yet. “You may take the empty seat behind that brat.” The teacher said in a huff. I did so without another word. The students that I passed looked up at me, in awe of my height and build. Kurosaki didn’t even twitch as I walked past him and sat heavily in the seat. I stretched my legs out, allowing myself a smirk as I bumped his book bag. He turned around in his seat- I noticed with interest that I could see his back muscle flexing- and scowled at me assessingly, perhaps wondering if I was going to start a fight.

“Kensei.” I said in response to his look and held out my gloved hand.

His eyes, which I saw were brown, narrowed and took my hand. “Kurosaki Ichigo.” His voice was smooth, unbroken with roughness.

“Ichigo, huh?” I leaned forward in my seat and braced my chin on my entwined hands. “Or do you prefer Kurosaki?”

“Ichigo is fine.” He turned back around in his seat, but rested against the back of his chair casually.

“So Ichigo, since you’re the only one I know, would you show me around this dump?”

He cocked his head to the side and gave me another glance. “Yeah, sure. Not much to see though.”

At least he wasn’t an immature brat. But are we seriously considering accepting this kid? How was he even a vizard? It seemed suspicious, but at least it wasn’t going to be as torturous as I had first assumed. Not to mention the teen was very nice on the eyes. Very nice. I hope he has some awful quirk or something because this could easily turn into infatuation.

As he led me around the school, I found that it was not the case. He was a bit grouchy, but nice enough around his friends. (Although he viewed that one boy that was irritating him earlier as more of a nuisance than anything else). He was spirited. That’s one thing that drew me to him. He had this energy about him that made me want to spend more time around him, made me want to be with him. To fuck him into the nearest wall.
I hope he isn’t a weak fighter.

We were both heading down from the roof after his other friends had left for class when something started blaring loudly. We both jumped and he fumbled for something on his belt that looked like a badge. “Hollow!” He cursed under his breath, seeming to forget I was there, or rather that I wouldn’t know what he was talking about. He pulled it off of himself and was about to press it against his chest when the hollow appeared beside him, knocking it from his hands. He cursed and scrambled for it, but the hollow lunged for him again, forcing him to roll in the opposite direction.

I quickly called my zanpakuto to me and allowed it to form in my hand.

“Kensei?” Ichigo stared up at me in confusion as I blocked the attack from the hollow. I just smirked down at him and gave one slice of my katana, killing it in one blow. It dissolved with a shriek, leaving us alone yet again. He continued to stare even as I knelt and held out a hand to help him up. He hesitantly took it. “What… Are you from Soul Society?”

“No.” His lips looked so kissable. Without thinking I jerked him up and flush against my body. Without waiting a second I closed my mouth over his and took my first taste. He gave a surprise grunt and pressed against my chest, but I continued to kiss him until he relaxed. The kid might have been good before, but now it was simply amazing as our tongues tangled together.

Pressing him against the locker, I devoured his mouth and rocked my hips against his. It was a little awkward because of the height difference, but it didn’t make it any less pleasurable. The little noises he made in pleasurable shot straight to my groin, and I had to pull away to get my head clear a little.

“We shouldn’t do this here.” He looked up at me in confusion but I just grabbed his hand and leg him down the hallway to the bathroom, opening it and making sure no one was in there before dragging the orange haired beauty inside.

I didn’t bother with any romantic crap. I just pulled him into the bathroom stall and slammed the door shut, locking it. I shoved him against the stall wall so hard it creaked, attacking his mouth so violently I’m sure I drew blood. He kissed back just as passionately, his hands digging into my shoulder to the point of pain and biting at my lips harshly. I fumbled for my belt as we kissed and shoved my pants down, glad to be free of the painful constriction. I pulled at his too, shoving them down and only bothering to get one of his legs free before lifting him up and pressing in between his legs.

I grabbed my aching hard on and pressed it against his entrance, penetrating him in a single push. He let out a yelp into the kiss and tried to pull his head away to breathe, but I kept my mouth over his to muffle to screams I knew were to come. I grabbed the top of the stall wall and dragged myself all the way out of him, shoving myself in so hard that it hurt the skin of my penis. I didn’t even want to think about what state he was in if it was slightly painful for me. But it was also obvious from his leaking erection that it wasn’t all together awful for him.

His legs wrapped around my waist and he pulled me against him, desperate for contact. I eagerly gave it to him, figuring it was the least I could do for putting him through this. It felt so good to be inside of him, fucking him in this less-than-clean bathroom with his body reacting to me so sinfully. I rewarded him by wrapping one of my hands around his erections and finally pulling my mouth away from his, instantly sucking and biting at his neck. God, his body was like an addiction. I wanted more. I wanted to take all that he could give. The sound of his harsh panting filled my ears and he finally released, spurting all over my hand and his shirt.

I gave a sharp nip to his neck in satisfaction and slowed my thrusts on his aching body, giving one last roll of my hips as I came inside of him. I held both of us up as I rested my head next to his on the cool wall. I gave soft kisses to the marks all over his neck and eased him down slowly, sighing in disappointment as I slipped out of him. As soon as his feet hit the floor he stumbled, nearly collapsing before I caught him.

He glanced up at me in embarrassment, but I only gave a smile in response. “I’ll take you to the nurses where you can sleep it off.” He nodded and bent over to pull up his pants, wincing and clutching at his stomach. I leaned over and did it for him. Noting with some amusement that he dropped his head back against the stall wall with a loud thump. He growled and rubbed at his head in irritation and I had to fight not to laugh at his adorableness.

I really don’t mind cute things, as long as their not ignorant and immature. I suppose I could live with his brash attitude, since I myself am so hot tempered. As soon as we were both reasonably presentable to the world I kicked the door open and scooped Ichigo up into my arms. He scowled at me in protest and cursed at me.

“Would you rather walk?” I asked flippantly and didn’t stop my strides, turning the handle to the bathroom with my elbow and stepping out into the thankfully empty hall.

He wiggled slightly with his face scrunched up and decided against further protest. The nurse gave both of us a weird look as I carried him in.

“He fainted.” I said in way of explanation, knowing full well that Ichigo would be irritated by it. Sure enough he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“He looks a little flushed…” The nurse trailed off. “Set him on one of the beds. Has he eaten today?”

“Not that I know of.” Ichigo rolled his eyes at me.

“Very well. Probably just exhaustion and hunger. I’ll call his parents.” She left and I sat beside Ichigo on the bed, running my fingers through his soft orange hair.

“We need to talk.” I said to him, enjoying the way he leaned against my touch. “What do you know about vizards?”

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Yeah, I stopped there because that’s all that really needs to be said. I’ll write more of this pairing, maybe in the same universe as this, later. My muse loved this one shot for some reason, the pervert. XD It was like… “You can see hollows?” Then “Smex now!” Definitely a plot-what-plot. >:D