Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Pairing: Shinji x Ichigo

Summary: Shinji has always loved girls. In fact, they are all he thinks about. Until one day he sets his eyes on the most beautiful orange haired boy he has ever seen. And he will do anything to have him, despite Ichigo’s protests. There are a lot of one-sided Ichigo pairings thrown in, but it’s mostly crushes from afar. Pairing requested by Xsoukyoux.

Beta’d by kitsunekiri.

WARNINGS!!! The usual, a lot of OOC-ness. Shinji is a big Ichi-pervert :D

Womanizer

Shinji Hirako loved anything female. As long as it was cute, beautiful, sexy, curvy, et cetera. Any woman he met, he crushed on immediately. It drove his friends and everyone crazy the way he would date a girl and then lose interest immediately. Kensei commented multiple times that someday he would meet someone he really loved one day and the he wouldn’t be able to woo them.

Shinji scoffed at that, of course. Who wouldn’t be interested in the sexual god, Shinji Hirako?

That was what he thought. But then Ichigo Kurosaki had to come along and turned his world upside down. It was a day like any other, the sun was shining and there were multiple girls afoot in scandalous school uniforms. Slouching against a tree for shade, Shinji didn’t even notice as his friend Orihime rambled on and on about a friend she wanted him to meet who the others apparently already knew.

Shinji, barely even glanced over at the person, then snapped his head around so abruptly a sharp pain flared in his neck. Standing there was the most beautiful, not to mention grouchy, boy Shinji had ever seen. Large, pink heart appeared in his eyes as he set his sights on ‘the one.’ Bright orange hair, pouty lips, scowling brow and brown eyes that flared with such energy Shinji wanted nothing more than to devour him.

Needless to say, he didn’t make a good first impression. Perhaps it was the drooling and vacant expression, but the way he pounced on the poor boy and tried to ravish him might have also had a hand in it.

Before Kensei and Love could even pull him off, the love of his life delivered a sharp blow to his chin and made him stagger back. Through a bloody nose and swelling eyes, Shinji could make out a school uniform that was the same as his. No way could this boy go to his school and never be noticed by him!

“Ichigo, my love!” Shinji said, although it sounded more like ‘Itsygo by lub!’

“You fucking pervert!” Shinji’s apparently violent love raised his fist again but was promptly tackled by Shinji despite the bleeding nose.

“I love you!” which came out as ‘I lub ju!’

“Someone get him off of me!” Ichigo yelled and shoved at his molester who had wrapped his arms around the slender waist and was happily burying his head against his stomach.

With a lot of snorting and giggling, Shinji’s friends managed to tear the love-stricken student off of the traumatized boy.

“S-sorry Ichigo!” Rukia snickered, not looking sorry in the least. “We never thought Shinji would do that.”

“Well he did!” Ichigo snapped grumpily, and then let out a little shriek as he was tackled from behind by Shinji who had managed to escape from his friends.

“Marry me, Ichigo~!” ‘Barry be Itsygo!’

“Fuck off!”

They finally managed to wrestle the enthusiastic guy off of poor Ichigo who promptly escaped to class. Shinji pouted for the rest of the day, staring off into space dreamily as he thought of Ichigo.

“When do you think I can see Ichigo again?” Shinji asked with a wide grin and a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Never, if Ichigo has anything to do with it.” Hiyori said rather gleefully while Orihime looked off, rather thoughtful.

“Hm, well Rukia could probably bully him into coming to the beach with us this weekend.”

Ichigo…in a bathing suit. Blood spurted out of Shinji’s nose at the very thought. Orihime stared at him in confusion while Hiyori kicked her sandal off, caught it, and whacked him upside the head. “Don’t think perverted thoughts when you’re near me!”

“I can’t help it.” Shinji said as he pinched his nose. “Ichigo is so cute!”

In the Kurosaki household Ichigo sneezed and Isshin’s ‘protective daddy’ instincts went haywire. Thus he launched an all-out assault on his son’s room to make sure everything was all right and was promptly kicked down the stairs. Yuzu and Karin didn’t bother acting concerned.

Shinji called Rukia, blabbering in incoherent sentences that she only picked small pieces of up. “Ichigo…blah blah blah…love…blah blah blah…sex…blah blah blah…beach…” Rukia cocked her head to the side trying to decipher. Either he’s telling her that Ichigo loves a certain type of alcoholic beverage, or he wants her to convince Ichigo to go to the beach. Using her highly trained yaoi-fan-girl senses, she decided it was the latter. With an evil smirk, she called up Ichigo.

“Hello, Ichigo!” She said sweetly. That tipped him off to her deviousness right away.

“What do you want?” He asked distrustfully.

“Oh, me? Nothing really, I was just wondering if you wanted to come to the beach with us this weekend.”

“No.” He growled and was about to hang up when she said the magic words.

“If you don’t I’ll show everyone the pictures of you in the Chappy the Bunny dress.”

“You took pictures!?” Ichigo screeched, and then quickly quieted himself due to his crazy father’s tendency to eavesdrop. “You bitch!” He hissed out.

“Ho ho! Of course I did!”

“I hate you.”

“I know, so is that a yes?”

Glaring at nothing in particularly, Ichigo answered. “Yes.”

“Great, Shinji will be ecstatic!” She snickered and hung up.

“Wait, Shinji!? Rukia, are you there? Hello!?” He stared at the phone with awful thoughts of a molesting Shinji running through his head. “Damn. Well, how bad could it be?”

It was bad. It went wrong the moment Ichigo stepped out of the restroom at the beach, having changed into his swim trunks. Shinji, who ‘happened to glance over then, he had been staring in the direction Ichigo went off in, in a stalker-like manner. Clutched at his nose as blood spurted out of it, gaping and drooling as he caught sight of his bare torso and legs that never seemed to end. He didn’t even manage to speak, he just grunted and flopped onto his ass as he stared at the wonder that was Ichigo.

Everyone ignored him except for Hiyori who started to beat him with her sandal. Ichigo was actually blushing slightly at the reaction, but blamed it on the sun.

“Oi, berry head, if you go out in the sun like this you’re going to burn.” Renji said with a frown.

“I know, I need to put on sun screen.” Ichigo sighed and glowered at the ghastly sun that dared to shine.

“Here, I’ll get your back.” Renji offered nervously, although Ichigo didn’t quite pick up on it.

“Thanks, that will be great!”

It was the moment that Shinji had been waiting for, but Karma must really hate him because the one slathering lotion onto Ichigo wasn’t Shinji but that damned red head Renji. And he wasn’t just putting it on, he was gazing at the smiling Strawberry with a blissful expression akin to puppy love and kneading his strawberry’s muscles.

Soon after he ‘accidentally’ kicked sand into Renji’s face.

Ichigo didn’t just stop tempting Shinji there, oh no. Then he had to go and play in the ocean! Alright, so maybe he was just playing ‘Marco, Polo’ with the others, but to Shinji that glistening wet skin and flailing limbs were an invitation for molestation. One that he happily took. But, of course, Ichigo took the sudden groping of his ass the wrong way and punched him in the nose. Talk about bipolar!

The rest of the day at the beach passed by uneventfully other than the sand-castle building contest and another near-ravishing when Shinji saw Ichigo bend over.

After that they made their way to a club where they knew a bouncer who could get them in. Ichigo had baby-sat Kenpachi’s adoptive daughter Yachiru many times and they were on very good terms. Shinji thought that the large man was gazing at Ichigo a little bit too long for just friends, and he swore he saw him check Ichigo’s ass out.

They all got sufficiently drunk relatively fast with the exception of the stoic Chad and Kensei who were the designated drivers. They were also sober enough to keep the inebriated and perverted Shinji away from Ichigo who was dancing in the crowd. Damn him for his cute ass-wiggling!

Shinji gazed at the drunken Ichigo adoringly, loving the way his cheeks were flushed and he was moving his body. He blinked and frowned, however, when someone else made their way into the picture. It was a tall, broad, blue-haired man that was grinning deviously and sliding an unwelcome hand over Ichigo’s ass. Shinji was too far away to hear what was being said, but if Ichigo’s suddenly wide eyes and attempts to shove the guy off were any indication, it wasn’t innocent.

Jumping to his feet, Shinji made his way over to the molestable-strawberry as fast as he could, no caring about the people he shoved out of the way.

“C’mon, baby, I’ll be gentle.” The molester cooed and nuzzled Ichigo’s orange hair.

“I’m not interested.” Ichigo stammered and gave the man’s broad chest a push.

“You don’t have to be.” The man’s grin turned predatory as he grabbed Ichigo’s hands and held them tightly and forcibly kissed the orange-haired boy.

He didn’t see the punch coming, but he definitely felt it. Then he was on the ground, scowling at the blond man gently guiding Ichigo behind him. “Piss off, he said he wasn’t interested.”

“What’re you, his boyfriend?” The man got to his feet and the other patrons hastily cleared a large circle for them.

“No!” Ichigo piped in helpfully, but it didn’t come off that forceful when he was hiding behind Shinji.

“Not yet.” Shinji corrected smugly.

“Sounds like he’s available to me.” The other man smirked and moved in a fighting stance.

“I’m not interested.” Ichigo said again in clarification, but was promptly distracted by a set of pretty blue drinks that walked by on a tray. “I’m kind of thirsty.” He started off to fix that problem by Shinji hooked his arm around his waist and tugged him back.

“I can give you something tasty to drink.” The blue haired man leered and this time it wasn’t Shinji who hit him, but Hiyori. It wasn’t so much of a hit but rather a two-footed kick in the face. Needless to say, he didn’t get up again.

Glaring at the prone form, she turned to Shinji who flinched, expecting to get hit as well. “Good boy.” She patted him on the head. “You protect your uke?”

“What’s an uke?” Ichigo asked curiously, still trying to squirm away from Shinji to acquire more drinks. Everybody sweat dropped and decided it was about time to get home.

It was kind of cramped in Kensei’s car, but Shinji happily allowed Ichigo to sit in his lap. Of course, Ichigo being the oblivious uke that he was, wouldn’t stop wiggling and squirming. It was all Shinji could do to not rape him, but instead settled for moaning as the friction rubbed him into arousal. Hiyori realized what was going on and hit him hard, pulling the much larger Ichigo into her lap for an almost comical image.

Shinji sulked the rest of the way, glowering at the pig-tailed menace who was currently hitting Ichigo with her sandal. Honestly, that girl was way too violent.

With a love-struck sigh, Shinji watched as Ichigo stumbled into his house and waved at them before going inside. This time Kensei was the one who hit him, rolling his eyes as Shinji whined and went on about how cute and sexy Ichigo was.

The morning after was awful, as expected. But what made the day so much better was a call from Ichigo. At first Shinji picked up the phone with a scowl at the irritatingly loud ring. “What?” He snapped.

“Er, hello?”

Shinji’s eyes immediately light up as he recognized the voice. “Ichi, my love! How are you?”

“Don’t call me that!” His love snarled, then coughed to clear his throat. “Anyways, I, um, just wanted to thank you for last night.” Memories swept through Shinji’s mind, there was that time when he molested Ichigo, got him a drink, molested Ichigo, drank the drink he got for Ichigo, molested Ichigo, and then…ah! he Saved Ichigo from the big bad rapist.

“Anything for you, Ichigo-chan!”

That got him a few very loud curses but Shinji just beamed happily.

“Whatever, I just wanted to say thank you, bye!” Ichigo hastily hung up the phone, leaving Shinji to pout manly and glare at the dial tone coming from the receiver.

Not to be deterred, Shinji perked up immediately as he realized he now knew where Ichigo lived. It was kind of dark out when they dropped him off…but Shinji thought he could find it.

He did end up finding it, after chugging one of his home remedies for a hand over, we won’t go into details but it involved raw eggs. He rang the door bell, slipping his hands into his pocket as he waited for somebody to answer the door.

“Yes?” Ichigo said as he opened the door, scowling as he caught sight of Shinji. “What do you want?”

“Morning Ichi-chan.” Shinji leered. “You wouldn’t mind inviting your savior in, would you Ichi?”

“Don’t call me that.” Ichigo grumbled but stepped back to allow Shinji in. Probably not the best idea to let somebody inside his house who had been trying to get into his pants, but Ichigo was still a little but hung over.

“Where’s your family?” Shinji asked curiously as he not-so-discreetly stared at Ichigo’s ass.

“Hm? Oh, goat face is at the hospital and Yuzu and Karin are at a friend’s house.”

“So we’re all alone?” Shinji smirked as they moved into the living room.

“Yes-”

Shinji didn’t even wait for him to finish before pouncing. Ichigo gave a muffled yell as the blond haired senior clamped his mouth over Ichigo’s and hastily groped Ichigo through his clothes. “Shinji!” Ichigo shouted as the teen hooked his leg behind the other’s knee and made him fall over onto his back.

“Ichigo!” Shinji cried out passionately and immediately began to pull the orange-head’s clothes off.

“Ah! What are you doing~?!” Ichigo tried to get his arms up to push the large male off, but Shinji quickly yanked his shirt down, making it impossible for him to move his arms.

“That’s right, my love, moan as much as you want.” Shinji cooed and yanked down Ichigo’s pants, making him give a surprised yelp.

“Wait!” Ichigo protest, but his yell turned into a groan as Shinji took his half-erect penis into his mouth. After that the only sounds were pleasured moans and pleas for Shinji to stop. Shinji ignored him, of course, instead worked on getting Ichigo into a state of mind-numbing euphoria before sucking on two of his own fingers and sliding them down in between Ichigo’s legs. Moving his head down to completely deep throat his uke, he deftly rubbed Ichigo’s entrance and nudged the fingers inside of him.

“Ungh! No, not that!” Ichigo pleaded, arching his back at the pain and pleasure.

Shinji hummed happily and spread his fingers apart, exploring Ichigo’s tight entrance and making it wider. Jabbing downward, Shinji felt very smug indeed when Ichigo cried out in pleasure as his prostate was rubbed. “Hold on, my love.” Shinji crooned and pulled his finger out. Pushing his own pants down, he spit onto his hand and slathered it onto his dick. He spread Ichigo’s legs apart and positioned himself in between them, smiling down at Ichigo’s panting and flushed face.

“Wa-wait Shinji, we’ve gone too far!” Ichigo protested, trying to get his arms free still. Shinji’s only response was to give him a toothy grin with decidedly leering eyes.

“This might hurt.” That was all the warning Ichigo got before he was being split open. His eyes widened considerably and his entire body jerked. His mouth opened and closed but no sound came out at first. “Oi, breathe!” Shinji said and started nibbling on Ichigo’s neck.

Ichigo finally inhaled sharply, then let out a sharp cry as Shinji pushed the rest of the way in. “Ah, ah! Shinji, it hurts!”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Shinji murmured and pressed butterfly kisses all over his Strawberry’s face. “Just relax, fuck, you’re gripping me like a vice.” He shifted slightly inside of Ichigo and the orange-haired teen flinched, quickly locking his legs around Shinji’s waist.

“No! Don’t move yet.”

Shinji nodded his acquiesce but his face was tense and his entire body rigid with the desire to move. “Shit, Ichi, I gotta move.”

Ichigo inhaled sharply and tossed his head back as Shinji began to move carefully in and out of him. “Fuckfuckfuck…” Ichigo repeated rapidly, gritting his teeth as the blond teen gave a deep thrust. “FUCK!”

“You’re making me so hot.” Shinji whispered into Ichigo’s ear.

“Can…can you hit that spot again?” Ichigo asked hesitantly and allowing Shinji to nuzzle the tender spot under his ear.

Shinji chuckled and nipped lightly at his exposed neck. “Of course.” Hooking his arms under Ichigo’s knees, he pressed them up and thrust at a few different angles until the other boy let out a loud shriek and arched his back off the floor. “Heh, guess I found it.”

“Yes, you found it you smug bastard, now fucking hit it again!” Ichigo yelled in aggravation.

“As my love commands.” Shinji murmured adoringly and gazed down at him with worshiping eyes as he continued to do just that.

“Yes, yes!” Ichigo screamed his pleasure as he lifted his hips, squirming and shoving back to meet Shinji’s thrusts. “Fuck, that feels so good!”

“Tell me you love me.” Shinji demanded and gave Ichigo’s cock a teasing stroke.

“Ngh!” Ichigo panted out but didn’t say anything.

“Say it and I’ll let you come.”

Ichigo bit his lip and stared up at his tormentor in despair. “Iloveyou.” He mumbled.

“What was that?” Shinji asked with a grin and pumped him again, but never giving enough friction so that he would come.

“I love you, you bastard!” Ichigo shouted.

“I love you too.” The bastard grinned and pumped his uke harder. “Now come with me.”

“Fuck, fuck, coming!” Ichigo shouted, his hips thrusting up erratically as he orgasmed. Shinji groaned, not able to withstand coming himself as that tight rectum clenched tightly around him.

The blond seme pulled out of Ichigo, giving his sides a few soothing stroke when he winced. Slumping to the side, Shinji smiled happily and pulled Ichigo’s exhausted form close to him. “I love you, Ichi-chan.”

Turned red rapidly, Ichigo punched Shinji hard in the stomach and stumbled to his feet, cursing the blond man as he started yanking his clothes back on. “Don’t call me that you pervert!”

Shinji got to his feet as well, tucking himself back in and zipping up his pants as he followed his embarrassed uke. “Ichi-chan, come back to snuggle!”

“There will be no snuggling if you keep calling me that!”

“Calling you what, Ichi-chan?”

He was kicked in the kneecap this time and started hopping around, clutching the wounded appendage. That was how Ichigo’s family found them, Shinji with blood gushing out of his nose and Ichigo scowling predictably.

Isshin’s daddy instincts kicked in immediately and he swiftly launched an attack on his son’s new lover. Karin and Ichigo watched impassively while Yuzu tried to calm the goat-face down. After that, the womanizing Shinji Hirako was never the same. He continued to chase after his uke, not caring if they were in the middle of school or the middle of a crowded street. Nothing stopped him from pouncing on the poor teen, and nothing could keep him away from him. Ichigo was never the same either, but being sore all the time contributed to a lot of that. Such is love.

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I don’t know where the inspiration came for this one; I just sat down and started writing it. I thought you guys would appreciate a different pairing.

What full length story should I write next- one with Kenpachi, Grimmjow, Shirosaki, or Stark? I have a few ideas about the general story line, but input is welcome!

Please review!!!