Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Pairing: GrimmjowxIchigo

Summary: Ichigo is a teacher with a very unruly student, AKA, Grimmjow. He gives Grimmjow detention but Grimmjow has other ideas, like putting Ichigo over his desk. Let the smex begin.

WARNINGS!!! There will be a lemon, smut, yaoi, rimming, cursing, and a cliché title. Grimmjow is 18, so no underage sex.

03 Detention

“Mr. Jeagerjaques!” Professor Kurosaki scolded, eyes glaring through his glasses as he looked at his blue-haired student.

“Yes sensei?” Grimmjow said mockingly, leaning back in his chair with his boot clad feet propped up on his desk.

“Detention!” Ichigo growled, closing the book he had been reading from with a snap. “After school, for two hours.”

Grimmjow’s eyes narrowed and he slowly took his feet off the desk and leaned forward in his seat, staring back at his teacher heatedly. The rest of the students watched with bated breath, wondering how Grimmjow would react. With a grunt, Grimmjow crossed his arms over his broad chest and continued to gaze coolly at Professor Kurosaki, not saying a word. The class gave a collective sigh of disappointment and relief.

When the class bell rang, Grimmjow was the last one out, throwing his book bag over his shoulder and purposefully nudging Ichigo as he walked past, leering down at the orange-haired teacher in a way that emphasized his height. “See you after school, sensei.”

Ichigo glared after him, his tense body relaxing as the door clicked shut. He sighed heavily and sat in his seat with a loud thump, groaning at the thought of the next class. Grimmjow was such a handful, why did he want to become a teacher anyways?

Grimmjow bounced his leg a little and tapped his fingers on his desk as he waited for the last class of the day to be over. Detention with the orange-haired pretty boy. Grimmjow snorted to himself at this thought. It was hard to think of the petite man as a teacher, he seemed to be more for the type of something less…commanding.

The blue-haired punk leaned back in his seat and glanced out the window. Well, he was certainly willing to take up the commanding position with Kurosaki Sensei. Grimmjow could think of lots of different positions he would like to try with Ichigo. Over his desk, on the floor, against the wall… Grimmjow shifted in his seat and willed his erection to go away. He glared at the clock that seemed to be going slow to spite him and began tapping his fingers again. Stupid fucking clock

Ichigo glanced at the clock again. School was almost over for the students and soon Grimmjow would be coming in for detention. Oh joy. He just didn’t know what to do with the teen anymore. He was disrespectful, crude, and all together unmanageable. And only in his class. The other teachers said that Grimmjow wasn’t by any means a fantastic student, but usually kept to himself in their classes.

The bell rang, signaling the end of school and the start of Ichigo’s torture. Why did he have to assign detention? Maybe he would do something mean, like make Grimmjow do lines. The students gleefully exited the classroom, some lingering to give Ichigo a blushing good bye that he barely noticed.

“I’m here for my detention, Kurosaki sensei.” A voice purred from the doorway. Ichigo looked up from his desk to see the attractive delinquent standing there, leaning against the doorframe with a cocky grin.

“Yes, I see. Please take a seat Mr. Jeagerjaques.” Ichigo indicated with his hand, setting his work aside as he examined his student. He waited until the teen sat down to speak again. “Do you have a problem with my class?”

“Why would you think that, sir?” Grimmjow replied lazily, propping his hand under his chin as he examined his teacher lazily.

“You cannot do anything as simple as respect me, let alone keep quiet, turn in homework on time, or pay attention!” Ichigo snapped at Grimmjow.

Grimmjow appeared unmoved, keeping that smirk on his face as he took in the flushed cheeks and delightfully burning eyes.

“Well I-

“Ichigo!” I loud voice drew both of their attention. Standing at the door was Professor Abarai with a shit eating grin and loose demeanor. “Ahh…I didn’t know you were serving a detention!”

“Is there something I can help you with Professor Abarai?” Ichigo asked through gritted teeth, trying to keep a cool expression.

“Yeah, I was thinking me and you should go out tonight.”

Renji walked to Ichigo’s desk and braced one hand on it, staring down at the other teacher lustfully.

“I don’t think so Abarai.” Ichigo narrowed his eyes and hissed dangerously.

“Why not!? I promise not to bite…” The last part was said low and huskily as he turned Ichigo’s swiveling chair so it was facing him and trapped him in between his arms and the desk.

“I said I’m not interested!” Ichigo shoved at Renji’s chest.

“Ah, come on! Don’t worry; your student doesn’t care…”

Grimmjow watched the scene with narrowed eyes, wanting nothing more than to punch the red-haired professor.

“Well I do! Now get off me before I sick Rukia on your ass!”

Renji pouted at the thought of their friend beating him up yet again and reluctantly pulled away. “Fine, fine. I’ll see you later.”

“Not bloody likely.” Ichigo muttered under his breath and shot one last glare at the closing door for good measure.

“Now, where was I?’

“You were about to let me do you.”

“Wh-what!?” Ichigo stuttered.

“I said you were about to let me do homework.”

“Oh…right. Was I?”

Grimmjow smirked openly at Ichigo’s blushing cheeks. “Are you alright sensei? You look…hot.” Very hot, he purred in his mind.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.”

“Would you mind if I go to the restroom really quick, sensei?” He said the last part with a dirty grin that Ichigo didn’t catch.

“Yeah, but come right back or I’m extending your detention.”

Grimmjow didn’t need to go to the bathroom. However, it was a good excuse so Ichigo wouldn’t notice Grimmjow casually locking the door when he came back in. It wouldn’t do to have after school lingerers walking in on them.

With that Grimmjow crept behind Ichigo who was bent over his desk reading something, not paying attention to his surroundings. Slamming his hands down on either side of Ichigo’s desk, Grimmjow smirked as Ichigo jumped with a yelp.

“Grimmjow!” Ichigo scolded as he turned around, slightly taken off guard as he stared up at Grimmjow, unable to stand because of the small distance between their bodies. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Grimmjow growled lowly and covered Ichigo’s mouth in a possessive kiss, biting and dominating his lips as he darted his tongue in. He ignored Ichigo’s shoving hands and protesting squeaks in lieu of jerking the tangerine-haired teacher up by his collar and shoving the chair aside and pushing Ichigo onto his desk.

Their lips parted as Ichigo panted, squirming as hard object poked into his back. “Grimmjow…we can’t…”

Grimmjow growled and gripped Ichigo’s shirt, ripping it apart and sending buttons flying everywhere. “Why can’t we?” He lifted Ichigo’s upper body as he kissed the petite man again, with a sweep of his arm he cleared the desk and sent everything clattering.

“You’re…you’re my student!” Ichigo got out, gripping Grimmjow’s blue hair as he kissed his way down his teacher’s chest, paying particular attention to the stiffening nipples.

“Not for long.” Grimmjow pulled of Ichigo’s shoes and tossed it in a pile with the shirt. “And I’m 18, anyways.”

“You have to stop!” Ichigo pleaded even as his hips lifted to accommodate Grimmjow pulling his pants and boxers off, sealing his mouth greedily over Ichigo’s erection. “Grimm!” His body arched in pleasure.

“Fuck you look good like that.” Grimmjow purred as he pumped the smaller man’s erection and licked the head. “Good enough to eat.” He pushed Ichigo’s legs apart and forced them up.

Ichigo gave a startled yelp as a warm wet muscle circled his entrance and then thrust inward, forcing itself into that tight ring.

“Oh god oh god oh god!” Ichigo moaned, his penis leaking heavily as wet pleasure overtook him.

“Suck these good, //professor//.” Grimmjow hissed as he pushed his fingers into Ichigo’s mouth, groaning as Ichigo took them eagerly into his mouth. Fucking sexy. He pulled Ichigo’s hips up with one arm and wiggled his tongue in again, jabbing into the heat and teasing with the tip.

Ichigo cursed around Grimmjow’s fingers, his whole body twitching and trying to push back against his student’s mouth. Grimmjow pushed his tongue in as far as it would go and pulled it out, a trail of saliva connecting between his mouth and Ichigo’s glistening entrance. Pulling his fingers away from that delicious mouth, He placed Ichigo onto the center of the desk and peppered kisses over the white skin while he moved his hand down between the still spread legs.

“It seems you’re the one who can’t keep quiet, professor.” Grimmjow threw Ichigo’s earlier words back at him and shoved two fingers into the petite man.

“Ugh!” Ichigo keened as his body was stretched painfully, hips rotating to find some relief. “You- you’re getting more detention for this!” Ichigo threatened, but was reasonably less scary with that cute flush across his cheeks.

“Mm, so kinky.” Grimmjow spread the two fingers and forcibly shoved the two fingers as far in as they would go; only feeling a small hint of remorse as Ichigo was forced to stifle his scream. “How about two more detentions?”

“Ho- how about sus-suspension?” Ichigo asked through gritted teeth, clawing at his desk as Grimmjow found his prostate.

“Do I get to spend it at your place?” Grimmjow added another finger and bit down on Ichigo’s shoulder, forcing him to hold still with his large body.

“Expulsion!” Ichigo yelled, trying to push his hips farther into the blue haired teen’s grip as he pumped his penis.

“That just means I wouldn’t be your student anymore and I don’t even have to worry about being discreet.” He finally pulled the fingers out smirking as Ichigo whimpered in relief and disappointment. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, neglected penis. “Don’t worry; you’ll see all of me later. This will have to do for now.” The glare Ichigo sent Grimmjow told him un-disappointed he was. “Now hold on to me.”

Ichigo gave him a confused glance, as Grimmjow sat down onto his chair, but yelped and clung to him as he rotated him around and pulled the professor’s body against his strong chest. “God I’ve waited so long for this…” Grimmjow whispered huskily into Ichigo’s ear and then pushed his blunt head against Ichigo’s entrance.

“Ngh…” Ichigo’s body tensed and tried to push the intruder out as he bit his bottom lip. Grimmjow’s nails digging into his hips as he entered the man in two thrusts. Ichigo screamed as he was fully penetrated, not worrying about anyone in the empty school hearing. His tense body protested loudly and he shivered in slight shock.

Grimmjow soothingly rubbed his body and whispered assurances in his ear, murmuring for him to relax. His hands came down, moving between their lower bodies to grip where Ichigo’s legs met his ass. “I’m moving you now.”

Ichigo wanted to protest, but didn’t. It was all too much to deal with. It was all he could do to keep breathing as his body was lifted up and allowed to drop back down. Ichigo shrieked slightly and dug his nails into the chair’s arm rests, not quite sure if that was pleasure mixed with the pain. When Grimmjow repeated the motion, Ichigo gasped and rocked his hips frantically, the pressure against his prostate making him dizzy and incoherent.

“Fuck yeah…” Grimmjow cursed, and lifted Ichigo up again to push him face forward onto the desk. Ichigo shrieked as Grimmjow moved inside of him, hips banging uncomfortably into the corner of the desk as his legs dangled over the edge and Grimmjow plowed into him from behind.

“F-fuck…!” Ichigo wailed as his nails clawed the desk, aching for friction against his groin.

Grimmjow thrust in and out of Ichigo, aware that there was a slight red tint covering his penis now, but neither of them cared. It was wetter now, and they moved together easily, skin slapping together harshly.

Gripping the other side of the desk near Ichigo’s head, Grimmjow used it as leverage and proceeded to fuck the man even harder. Reaching around Ichigo’s sweaty body, he pumped his erection and groaned as Ichigo came, his body clenching around his erection. With a few more snaps of his hips he came inside of him, filling the willing body with his hot come.

Both of them panted, Grimmjow slumped over Ichigo in a way that had to be uncomfortable. Pulling out reluctantly to view the damage. There was some blood, but not much. Hickies marked Ichigo’s back like a leopard, some bruises along the sides of his hips. And he was unconscious. Grimmjow grinned at that and took the opportunity to gently trace his fingers over the limp body and clean him up with the tissues that had been knocked to the floor earlier.

He dressed the still unconscious Strawberry and put the room back together, making sure nothing was amiss. He figured it was the least he could do since he had fucked his teacher till he was comatose. He checked out the window to see if there were any teachers' cars left and didn’t see any so he lifted Ichigo’s form into his arms.

“Hey, Ichi.” He gently nudged him awake with his shoulder. Ichigo opened his bleary eyes and blinked up at him. “You’re place or mine?”

“Yours.” Ichigo mumbled out before falling asleep again.

“Thought so.” He carefully put Ichigo into his car, indecisive of what to do with Ichigo’s before shrugging. Eh, nobody will care if it’s left there. He drove back to his house; for once glad he didn’t live with anyone, and carried Ichigo in. Ichigo was waking up now, nuzzling against Grimmjow and giving wet kisses to his neck that made Grimmjow almost drop him. He looked down to see a pair of mischievous brown eyes staring up at him with a small smirk.

“Well professor.” Grimmjow said as he threw Ichigo onto his bed and hovered over him with a lewd smile. “It’s time for another lesson.”

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Yeah, ending was a bit cliché but I don’t care.

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