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Saving Me
Since the anime finally came out with this scene of Kenpachi saving Ichigo, I am doing a story off of it. (Not to be confused with my KenIchi one shot). I might put this up in the Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection just because I have been told I make people like this pairing and I want to spread the joy!
Summery: Ichigo wants to thank Kenpachi for saving his life.
Warnings: Yaoi, smut, sex, lemon, Ichigo dancing naked, and cursing. CRACK!!! It could be considered dubious consent…but Ichigo could say no at any point, but didn’t. It was his choice.
Saving Me
Ichigo’s POV
“Look Kenpachi, just accept my thanks damn it!!!” I screamed at Kenpachi, very frustrated. The stupid bastard had saved my life and he wasn’t admitting to it. The large 11th division captain was currently sitting outside his quarters sipping sake with Yachiru by his side, swinging her feet back and forth with a smile.
“I didn’t do anything. You were in my way.” Kenpachi replied, yawning and scratching his spiky hair.
If Kenpachi would just acknowledge that he had saved my life I would be able to thank him and let it go. But he wouldn’t.
“How the fuck was I in your way when that stupid warthog was about to crush me?” I asked sarcastically, glaring at him with the trade mark Ichigo-scowl.
“Whatever.” The large Shinigami said. “I couldn’t kick your ass if you died. That’s it.”
Fucking bastard.
So now I am at a standstill. I have to find a way to thank Kenpachi for saving my life in order to get past it. But what to do?
“Look Kenpachi, just admit to it and I’ll leave you alone!”
“But we don’t want you to leave us alone Ichi!” Yachiru said from her position next to Kenpachi.
“Ugh!” I furrowed my brow and clenched my teeth. “What do you want from me?”
“Huh?” Kenpachi frowned at me.
“Seriously…what do you want?”
He studied me with his visible eye, then his smirk widened. “What do I want?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll show you.”
With that he stood up and Yachiru looked up at him curiously. “Should I go get some ice cream, Ken-chan?”
“Yeah.”
With that she scampered off and I was left following Kenpachi into his quarters. I frowned as I looked around the room we were standing in.
“This is your bedroom.”
“Yeah.” Kenpachi sat on his bed with a grin and stared up at me, his kimono parting to reveal his bare, muscular chest.
“So what do you want from me?”
“Strip.”
“I’m sorry?” I asked, not believing what I had just heard.
“I want you to take off your clothes.”
I gulped, staring at him in disbelief and knowing I should protest. Would this be the payment in exchange for him saving my life?
I fumbled with the sash for my kimono and untied it, my hands trembling as I slipped it off of my shoulders and tossed it into the corner. I could feel goose bumps rise on my arms as I resolutely looked anywhere but at Kenpachi. I untied my belt for my hakama and pushed them down with shaking hands, stepping out of them and throwing them in the same pile as my kimono. I stood there, trembling and staring at the floor as I felt Kenpachi’s stare.
“Dance.”
“But there’s no music!” I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind and finally looked up at him. He was staring at me and I could see a large bulge in his hakama that wasn’t there before that made me want to squeak and run away.
“The fuck do you need music for?” He growled.
I scowled and gritted my teeth. I had to do this. Closing my eyes, I picked a beat in my head and slid my hands to my hips, rolling them counter clockwise. I tried not to think as I lost myself in it, my heart pulsing and my body moving naturally. I don’t know if it was what he wanted, but I could hear him inhale sharply so it must be affecting him. I turned so my back was to him and lifted my hands to my head, running them over my hair and to the back of my neck, then down to the front of my body to cross over my hips.
I didn’t ever hear him stand and nearly jumped when his large hands rested over mine and he yanked me into his body. I stiffened as he leaned over, his hot breath ghosting over my shivering skin as his moved his mouth to my neck and bit down. My body jerked and his hold tightened on me, his noticeable erection pressing into my back as he cupped my flaccid cock and started pushing me into hardness.
I gasped and tried to pull away but a deep rumbling sound of warning came from the back of his throat as he dug his teeth in deeper and clenched my hip tighter. In a single motion he threw me onto his bed, making me land on my side with a grunt. I glared up at him and pushed myself up so I was resting on my hands. My eyes widened as I saw him discard his captain’s haori and kimono and flitted over all the scars that had yet to heal.
“Kenpachi…”
He said nothing and knelt on the bed next to me as I watched him warily, shrinking away as he spread my legs to move in between them. I tried to keep them closed at first, but he pried them apart with a single jerk. His large erection strained underneath his hakama like an accusation. He pushed on my shoulders until I was forced to lay back, his large form hovering above me as his rough hands brushed over my skin.
“Ichigo.” His voice fell over me in the darkening room, reiatsu encompassing me oppressively until I gasped in near-suffocation. He pressed his lips down on mine and ate at my mouth like a starving man, his tongue thick and wet with saliva as he almost choked me with the large appendage.
Kenpachi’s hands left my body momentarily and I felt him fight with his belt before they returned, lifting my legs for better access. I could feel something blunt and enormous press at my entrance- I opened my mouth to say something then shrieked as he shoved himself in, my mind going black with agony. He paused momentarily, not moving in any farther. “Virgin?” He asked, a hint of confusion in his voice as he frowned down at me. I nodded tensely and he pulled out, making me whimper at the pain.
His fingers trailed up my body and seemed to almost pet my jaw line before pressing past my lips. I wasn’t stupid enough to bite down on them, but I did glare as saliva trickled down the side of my mouth embarrassingly while I sucked hesitantly on the four intrusions. He removed them and a thin trail of saliva connected my mouth and his fingers, breaking and lying over my chin. He wiped the corners of my mouth with his calloused thumb and pulled away. I panted and looked up at his golden eye glowing in the dark room, unable to discern his expression.
The saliva-coated fingers brushed against my tight entrance and coaxed it open with slight nudges of a finger. I moaned as it pushed through the tight ring of my still-stinging rectum, pushing in as far as it would go and rotating it around. It retreated for a moment and then he introduced a second finger. I bit my lips and breathed harshly through my nose as I resisted the pain. They spread apart and crooked up, making me buck my hips as a pleasurable itch spread through me.
“Yah like that?” His deep voice rumbled over me and he slipped a third in, making me groan in slight pain, quickly turning into a whine of pleasure as he rubbed them against my prostate. My hips twitched of their own violation and I dug my nails into the sheets as he moved them in and out of me roughly. The fourth finger ached and made me want to pull away. I could feel his thumb resting on one of my buttocks as he pumped them in and out of me.
He finally removed them, his face breaking into a large grin as I tried to push back against the retreating fingers. He shifted so he was hovering over me once more, my thighs resting on his as the head of his erection pressed against my entrance once more. I tensed, remembering the pain from before, but he didn’t press in. His mouth met mine and he kissed me languidly, his teeth drawing blood from my lips as he increased the intensity. I relaxed and lifted my arms to loop behind his head, my hands sifting through his hair and making them jingle.
I was so lost in the kiss that I jerked in surprise when he pushed into me. I yelped as he stretched me past my limits, my hands clawing at his chest and arching my back. His hands gripped my sides and held me in place, keeping me from moving away from the monstrous penetration. His nose nudged the side of my neck and he sucked at the skin there, then bit down and licked at the blood that welled to the surface. He finally stilled inside of me, my body twitching with suppressed sobs at the enormous pain.
He started to move, impatient for friction. It was all I could do to cling onto him as he thrust in and out of me rhythmically, the bed banging against the wall loudly. My body slowly got used to it as a spark of pleasure helped distract me from the pain. I started rocking back into him, planting my feet on the mattress firmly and lifting my hips.
“Ichigo.” He grunted into my ear and turned to kiss me. I opened my mouth to his probing tongue and sharp teeth. He pulled away again and wrapped a hand around my weeping cock. “You know in some cultures,” he said between harsh breaths, “when you save someone’s life, you own that person.” He angled directly into my prostate, making it difficult for me to think. “Do I own you now, Ichigo?”
I cried out and wrapped my arms around his back. “Yesss….” I hissed.
“Your mine now.”
“That’s…” Before I could finish my thought my body convulsed and I came over my stomach. “Agh! Kenpachi!”
“Ichigo…” He pistoned in and out of me a few more times, then jerked his hips as I was filled with sticky wetness.
I slipped into unconsciousness, black coating my vision. When I woke again I was tucked under the covers and Kenpachi was stroking my hair. “You awake?” I nodded in affirmation. “Good.”
“Kenpachi?”
“Yeah?”
“Was this, like, a one time thing?”
“No.” He answered without hesitating.
“If we do this again you’re going to be more fucking patient. I think my ass is bleeding.”
“Just a little.”
“What?”
“You’re just bleeding a little.” His arm looped around me and I allowed myself to be pulled against his chest. “You can handle it.”
“Doesn’t mean I want to.” I growled, my eyes half lidded in tiredness.
“Go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.” I did so, enjoying the soft caresses he bestowed on my body as I did so.
I wouldn’t mind if he saved me again.
LINE
Woot! Hope you guys likes it, next up is the excerpt from ‘Possession’ that was asked for. You know…when Kenpachi fucked Ichigo with his zanpakuto. *Evil laughter* Please review!
Summery: Ichigo wants to thank Kenpachi for saving his life.
Warnings: Yaoi, smut, sex, lemon, Ichigo dancing naked, and cursing. CRACK!!! It could be considered dubious consent…but Ichigo could say no at any point, but didn’t. It was his choice.
Saving Me
Ichigo’s POV
“Look Kenpachi, just accept my thanks damn it!!!” I screamed at Kenpachi, very frustrated. The stupid bastard had saved my life and he wasn’t admitting to it. The large 11th division captain was currently sitting outside his quarters sipping sake with Yachiru by his side, swinging her feet back and forth with a smile.
“I didn’t do anything. You were in my way.” Kenpachi replied, yawning and scratching his spiky hair.
If Kenpachi would just acknowledge that he had saved my life I would be able to thank him and let it go. But he wouldn’t.
“How the fuck was I in your way when that stupid warthog was about to crush me?” I asked sarcastically, glaring at him with the trade mark Ichigo-scowl.
“Whatever.” The large Shinigami said. “I couldn’t kick your ass if you died. That’s it.”
Fucking bastard.
So now I am at a standstill. I have to find a way to thank Kenpachi for saving my life in order to get past it. But what to do?
“Look Kenpachi, just admit to it and I’ll leave you alone!”
“But we don’t want you to leave us alone Ichi!” Yachiru said from her position next to Kenpachi.
“Ugh!” I furrowed my brow and clenched my teeth. “What do you want from me?”
“Huh?” Kenpachi frowned at me.
“Seriously…what do you want?”
He studied me with his visible eye, then his smirk widened. “What do I want?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll show you.”
With that he stood up and Yachiru looked up at him curiously. “Should I go get some ice cream, Ken-chan?”
“Yeah.”
With that she scampered off and I was left following Kenpachi into his quarters. I frowned as I looked around the room we were standing in.
“This is your bedroom.”
“Yeah.” Kenpachi sat on his bed with a grin and stared up at me, his kimono parting to reveal his bare, muscular chest.
“So what do you want from me?”
“Strip.”
“I’m sorry?” I asked, not believing what I had just heard.
“I want you to take off your clothes.”
I gulped, staring at him in disbelief and knowing I should protest. Would this be the payment in exchange for him saving my life?
I fumbled with the sash for my kimono and untied it, my hands trembling as I slipped it off of my shoulders and tossed it into the corner. I could feel goose bumps rise on my arms as I resolutely looked anywhere but at Kenpachi. I untied my belt for my hakama and pushed them down with shaking hands, stepping out of them and throwing them in the same pile as my kimono. I stood there, trembling and staring at the floor as I felt Kenpachi’s stare.
“Dance.”
“But there’s no music!” I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind and finally looked up at him. He was staring at me and I could see a large bulge in his hakama that wasn’t there before that made me want to squeak and run away.
“The fuck do you need music for?” He growled.
I scowled and gritted my teeth. I had to do this. Closing my eyes, I picked a beat in my head and slid my hands to my hips, rolling them counter clockwise. I tried not to think as I lost myself in it, my heart pulsing and my body moving naturally. I don’t know if it was what he wanted, but I could hear him inhale sharply so it must be affecting him. I turned so my back was to him and lifted my hands to my head, running them over my hair and to the back of my neck, then down to the front of my body to cross over my hips.
I didn’t ever hear him stand and nearly jumped when his large hands rested over mine and he yanked me into his body. I stiffened as he leaned over, his hot breath ghosting over my shivering skin as his moved his mouth to my neck and bit down. My body jerked and his hold tightened on me, his noticeable erection pressing into my back as he cupped my flaccid cock and started pushing me into hardness.
I gasped and tried to pull away but a deep rumbling sound of warning came from the back of his throat as he dug his teeth in deeper and clenched my hip tighter. In a single motion he threw me onto his bed, making me land on my side with a grunt. I glared up at him and pushed myself up so I was resting on my hands. My eyes widened as I saw him discard his captain’s haori and kimono and flitted over all the scars that had yet to heal.
“Kenpachi…”
He said nothing and knelt on the bed next to me as I watched him warily, shrinking away as he spread my legs to move in between them. I tried to keep them closed at first, but he pried them apart with a single jerk. His large erection strained underneath his hakama like an accusation. He pushed on my shoulders until I was forced to lay back, his large form hovering above me as his rough hands brushed over my skin.
“Ichigo.” His voice fell over me in the darkening room, reiatsu encompassing me oppressively until I gasped in near-suffocation. He pressed his lips down on mine and ate at my mouth like a starving man, his tongue thick and wet with saliva as he almost choked me with the large appendage.
Kenpachi’s hands left my body momentarily and I felt him fight with his belt before they returned, lifting my legs for better access. I could feel something blunt and enormous press at my entrance- I opened my mouth to say something then shrieked as he shoved himself in, my mind going black with agony. He paused momentarily, not moving in any farther. “Virgin?” He asked, a hint of confusion in his voice as he frowned down at me. I nodded tensely and he pulled out, making me whimper at the pain.
His fingers trailed up my body and seemed to almost pet my jaw line before pressing past my lips. I wasn’t stupid enough to bite down on them, but I did glare as saliva trickled down the side of my mouth embarrassingly while I sucked hesitantly on the four intrusions. He removed them and a thin trail of saliva connected my mouth and his fingers, breaking and lying over my chin. He wiped the corners of my mouth with his calloused thumb and pulled away. I panted and looked up at his golden eye glowing in the dark room, unable to discern his expression.
The saliva-coated fingers brushed against my tight entrance and coaxed it open with slight nudges of a finger. I moaned as it pushed through the tight ring of my still-stinging rectum, pushing in as far as it would go and rotating it around. It retreated for a moment and then he introduced a second finger. I bit my lips and breathed harshly through my nose as I resisted the pain. They spread apart and crooked up, making me buck my hips as a pleasurable itch spread through me.
“Yah like that?” His deep voice rumbled over me and he slipped a third in, making me groan in slight pain, quickly turning into a whine of pleasure as he rubbed them against my prostate. My hips twitched of their own violation and I dug my nails into the sheets as he moved them in and out of me roughly. The fourth finger ached and made me want to pull away. I could feel his thumb resting on one of my buttocks as he pumped them in and out of me.
He finally removed them, his face breaking into a large grin as I tried to push back against the retreating fingers. He shifted so he was hovering over me once more, my thighs resting on his as the head of his erection pressed against my entrance once more. I tensed, remembering the pain from before, but he didn’t press in. His mouth met mine and he kissed me languidly, his teeth drawing blood from my lips as he increased the intensity. I relaxed and lifted my arms to loop behind his head, my hands sifting through his hair and making them jingle.
I was so lost in the kiss that I jerked in surprise when he pushed into me. I yelped as he stretched me past my limits, my hands clawing at his chest and arching my back. His hands gripped my sides and held me in place, keeping me from moving away from the monstrous penetration. His nose nudged the side of my neck and he sucked at the skin there, then bit down and licked at the blood that welled to the surface. He finally stilled inside of me, my body twitching with suppressed sobs at the enormous pain.
He started to move, impatient for friction. It was all I could do to cling onto him as he thrust in and out of me rhythmically, the bed banging against the wall loudly. My body slowly got used to it as a spark of pleasure helped distract me from the pain. I started rocking back into him, planting my feet on the mattress firmly and lifting my hips.
“Ichigo.” He grunted into my ear and turned to kiss me. I opened my mouth to his probing tongue and sharp teeth. He pulled away again and wrapped a hand around my weeping cock. “You know in some cultures,” he said between harsh breaths, “when you save someone’s life, you own that person.” He angled directly into my prostate, making it difficult for me to think. “Do I own you now, Ichigo?”
I cried out and wrapped my arms around his back. “Yesss….” I hissed.
“Your mine now.”
“That’s…” Before I could finish my thought my body convulsed and I came over my stomach. “Agh! Kenpachi!”
“Ichigo…” He pistoned in and out of me a few more times, then jerked his hips as I was filled with sticky wetness.
I slipped into unconsciousness, black coating my vision. When I woke again I was tucked under the covers and Kenpachi was stroking my hair. “You awake?” I nodded in affirmation. “Good.”
“Kenpachi?”
“Yeah?”
“Was this, like, a one time thing?”
“No.” He answered without hesitating.
“If we do this again you’re going to be more fucking patient. I think my ass is bleeding.”
“Just a little.”
“What?”
“You’re just bleeding a little.” His arm looped around me and I allowed myself to be pulled against his chest. “You can handle it.”
“Doesn’t mean I want to.” I growled, my eyes half lidded in tiredness.
“Go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.” I did so, enjoying the soft caresses he bestowed on my body as I did so.
I wouldn’t mind if he saved me again.
LINE
Woot! Hope you guys likes it, next up is the excerpt from ‘Possession’ that was asked for. You know…when Kenpachi fucked Ichigo with his zanpakuto. *Evil laughter* Please review!