Urges

Well he’s another installment of my Ichigo/Ishida fanfic of smut. I saw a movie once called ‘9 ½ Weeks’ and this story sort of derives from one of the sexy scenes in the movie. Anyways I have some thanks to give out:

**Miss Ery, Pie Junkie, americanXminority, Kaze-no-Shinobi, erisabesu, Gritz, Resha Hime, Ikena, DaemonSadist, LauraBryannan, Obasan-Kitsune, oOo Miss Tea oOo, Lo, Miss Moonlight, Rachel, Bianca S., BlueUtopiah, bleachfan, Sumisweet, Jasmine Starlight**

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To the story!

Ishida POV:

Class should be a time of learning and growing. Well...it would be that way if I could fucking get Ichigo and our romp on the roof out of my mind for two seconds. That was three weeks ago! It’s still quite fresh in my mind; it gets me turned on whenever I think about. See! I just shuddered in my seat.

“Ishida?” What the hell now? You’re interrupting my lovely memory of being pounded into a by Ichigo.

“Yes Sensei?”

“I asked if you would read from the top of page 66, please.” Again? I did this merely three days ago. Usually I only have to read once or twice a month, but twice in one week? This is ridiculous.

“Ishida, please pay attention. I’m not going to ask you again. Now please read from the top of page 66.”

Bitch.

“In the English language, the word have has many uses. One use is...” I already know this stuff; why must I torture myself with this middle school shit? This is never interesting. What’s more interesting is the thought of Ichigo against me, rubbing lewdly against me, making me so hot I can’t breathe?

“ISHIDA URYUU!” What?! What did I do to deserve such a startling screech (which, by the way, sounds vaguely like Keigo).

“Yes, sensei?” Is she blushing? Why is she looking down at my pants? Did I spill something on me at lunchtime? And why are my wonderfully annoying classmates sniggering at me?

“You may sit down now. You’re done reading for now.” How strange. I would have thought she would have made me read for a least a few more lines, but that’s ok. I didn’t want to read in the first place.

“Thank you, sensei.” I hate reading in front of those morons that are mistakenly called students. Now I can sit go back to my fantasizing about my boyfriend/fuck-toy.

What? Am I starting to whine in my head?

Why is said fuck-toy looking back at me with a lecherous smirk on his face and pointing to his lap? Is he fucking taunting me? That bastard... Is he trying to tell me something? Looking at my lap...

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.

THE FUCKING CLASS SAW MY HARD-ON FOR ICHIGO? Well I guess that’s what I get for having the urge to shove up against the wall and completely ravish him while having to read. I swear someone is out for me. At least the ass could have told me instead of snickering.

Alright Ishida, no more talking of ass or assholes or anything that refers back to sex or the related.

“Sensei. I think Ishida needs to be taken to the nurse’s office. He’s looking pretty...pale.” Fuck you, strawberry. I’m always pale.

“I agree. Ishida, please go with Ichigo to the nurse’s office. I think you need to be checked out.” I hate Tsuki-sensei. I hate Strawberry. Well at least I can get my mind off of the fact that I can’t stay focused on class because of the sweet muscular ass walking in front of me towards the nurse’s office. And then he takes a wrong turn. What the fuck?

“Hey, Ichigo, you’re going the wrong way”. To which I don’t mind because I don’t want to show up in the office with my glorious, yet ridiculously large erection and have our lovely nurse fucking give me a lecture on the birds and the bees. I’ve experienced the “birds and the bees” already. Thanks.

Clearly he meant to take this alternate route by the horny grin that now that the place of the scowl on his face.

“Uryuu, what were you thinking about in class today. You were looking rather stiff. What’s up?” How is it he can make his voice go from irritatingly infuriating to low, sexy, and husky? I guess that’s why he saying that in my ear, so only I can feel the effects of the sexiness. He’s untucking my shirt right here in the stairwell?

“Idiot, what are you doing?” I don’t think I sound as angry as I would like. Maybe if I hadn’t moaned ‘doing’.

“I want you. Now.”

“Well isn’t that sweet? Moron, we’re in the stairwell in school and we could get caught at any moment! And I, for one, don’t wish to be expelled from this school for doing lewd acts in public.” Well, that’s nice that logical thought is still working for me seeing as he has a hand down my pants, playing with my entrance. His hands are so warm.

“Everyone’s in class and the principal’s in a meeting right now so we’re good.” Stop the car, I’m fucking shocked. He’s been thinking about this. He’s been thinking!

“I’m so proud of you Ichigo. You actually thought for once in your life. Unfortunately, you’re plan to fuck me isn’t going to work because after aboooo...ooh....” Well I said what needed to be said; regretfully, most of what I was going to say came out a worthless moan as he’s sucking on my neck.

“OW, that hurt.” I take that back, biting on my neck. What? Is he a vampire?

“Shut up and join this quickie before we run out of time and I take care of my hard-on in the bathroom. Seeing you hard in class made me want to fuck you senseless. Somehow, you resisting a hard fuck, wasn’t anywhere in my plan.” I LOVE his lip on my neck; I’ll agree to just about anything if he hits the right spot.

“Ooooh...Ok.” Clearly, he hit the right spot. I swear if we’re caught and I get suspended or my father finds out, I’ll be the first to shove an arrow up his ass.

Oh shit. He’s moving quickly on this stretching part. How did I not notice that he has already shoved two fingers in me? I wonder what some unfortunate student would say when they find my face print on the glass of the window.

Why is he dragging me around? Oh, he wants to fuck me sitting down? Sounds great. I’m too far gone to care what position we’re in at this point.

He sits on the bottom-most stairs, unzipping his pants as he pulls me onto his lap, facing away from him with my back against his chest. Skipping foreplay I see. Magically, he pulls lube from his shirt pocket For emergency use only apparently.

He guides me onto his prepared member as I balance my weight on his lap with my hands on his knees, my legs on the outside of his.

“Uryuu...you’re so...tight....shiiit!” Which, frankly, is rather surprising. For as much as we do this, I still remain ridiculously tight. But I guess its ok. It wouldn’t feel so good if I weren’t TIGHT. Ok, he should warn me before he starts slamming into my prostate like that, oh shit, I’m dizzy.

“Move Uryuu.” Oh yeah. I thrust myself down onto him as he thrusts up into me. Oh, we aren’t going to last long at all. He’s thrusting way too fast for me keep up with in my current position. I want to change positions; I feel like I could fall off his lap if he thrusts any harder.

“I want to see your face.” Why do I sound so whiny? He doesn’t care because he just ‘hmms’ and lifts my hips off of him. Flipping me onto my back which is none to pleasant he thrusts into me with a strange animal hunger that brings out my feral side. I clamp my arms around his neck, my legs around his hips, pulling him closer to me. I’m going to be some sort of sore later.

“Uryuu, I...I...ahh, I can’t hold on.” He’s slamming into me so hard that with each thrust he pushes us up to the next step up the stairs. Damn, this is intense.

“Fuck, ICHI- AAAAH!” I can’t hold myself anymore as I start coming. Good thing I always have a spare shirt in my locker; I can’t say the same for my friend, the feral, horny baboon.

“Uryuu!” He grits as I feel his warmth filling me. Our bodies continue to spasm with orgasm as we slowly relax into the wonderful world of the after-sex glow. I release my death-like grasp around his neck and gently turn his head so I can kiss him.

It’s a lazy kiss but with all that’s happened in the past ten minutes, there’s no more energy for more than a sloppy meeting of lips and tongues.

“That was fucking intense.” Way to state the obvious strawberry. Good job!

“Yeah it was, but would you be so kind to get off me? We need to go back to class.” There. I did my nerdy student deed of the day.

“Fuck that shit Uryuu! We just got out class for the rest of the day with you being ‘sick’. Like hell I’m going back to class. I want to get to your apartment and fuck in you into the sheets.” There he is being sweet and romantic again. He’s so tactful. How did I get so lucky? At least he got off of me so I can start preparations for going home.

“Alright, alright! Damn you get whiny and bitchy when you’re horny.” I’m going to pay for that statement later, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of the punishment too. Now all my thoughts are going to be consumed by Ichigo in tight black leather pants, a black leather choker, and a leather tacked paddle, grinning evilly as I present my ass to him. Well at least that’s how I envision my punishment to be like.

“Good job strawberry, you got me hard again.”

Then an unearthly scream was heard from the bottom of the stairs; it sounded familiar. Wait, what was that? We started off at the bottom of the stairs; how did he end up halfway up them? I’m impressed. He must have carried me up here all the while thrusting into me. That thought alone gets me turned on.

“Who was that?” Like hell I know. I’m not clairvoyant.

“Hell if I know. It sounded like you’re screeching friend.” Somehow, there’s only one drop of my lovely essence on either of us and it’s on the part of the shirt that gets tucked in. I wonder where the rest of it went.

Now, we look freshly fucked and presentable. We walk back to our classroom as Ichigo makes up some lame excuse as to why I need to go home. As long as sensei buys that crappy story of food poisoning causing a hard-on and upset stomach, I don’t care.

Well just as we’re going up to our lockers via the same stairwell we just left, the bell rings for lunch. Not bad timing. We have half the day off for fucking and whatever else we can find to do. After going to our lockers and emptying our arms of our books and other random items, we head down the stairs to see the most amusing thing to date since we started going out.

Our friend, Keigo, comes rushing up the stairs for whatever reason. Unbeknownst to the three of us, there is a small pile of white wetness that he plants his foot in. Unfortunately, the next step he takes with that foot, he slips on the slickness and falls forward, hitting his chin on the stair where he lands. Clearly, the missing Ishida juice. But wait, there’s more! His chest lands in the pile wetness as his feet shoot out from underneath him.

“So that’s where that went.” I say more to myself than to anyone, but Ichigo hears it and chuckles, completely ignoring his fallen friend as he steps over him, wrapping an arm around me in the only true romantic gesture of the day.

This gets better with each day.

Author’s Note: I’ve already started on the next chapter’s ideas. I’ll be introducing Renji into the story. Urahara will make Ichigo jealous, things like that. Byakuya (don’t ask me to say his name, I can’t pronounce it with my thick southern drawl) will be in the story soon. I say story but this is mostly smut. Weird. Anyways, LATER!