Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Review Replies- MasterAkira: Haha, that made me laugh =D
ShadowKittae: Szayel reminds me a little bit of Yumichika… like changing their clothes mid/post battle because they get dirty.
ChappytheRabbit: I’m happy to please.
Lynzee: Ichigo can’t help that he is so uke like. Really, he can’t!
Nusku: kekeke
Tiramisu: You would think there would because of his ‘fornication’ technique.
Kageneko: Yes, I am very naughty. >=3
Yakumo: I like meh a sadist.

Pairing: KenpachixIchigo

As the readers can see, I have decided to include Kenpachi x Ichigo in this collection as well because I am merging my two other collections (KenpachixIchigo and ShirosakixIchigo) into the Crush collection.

Summary: AU Ichigo is a soul living in Kusajishi, the 79th district of Rukongai. Yachiru goes back to visit the 79th district with her captain Kenpachi when she meets the orange haired soul who is fighting off ten men at the time. She insists on getting him, and Kenpachi agrees. Ichigo is inducted to the 11th division squad (whether he wants to or not) and is given the task of taking care of Yachiru. This is a mommy!Ichigo requested by d3m0nang3l1106. NOT A MALE PREGNANCY! I was going to make this a full length story, but it just didn’t work out that way… Instead it’s just very long.

Beta’d by WarriorNun- thank you very much!

Serenity

The small, pink haired girl smiled brightly as she walked the streets of Kusajishi. The souls who dwelled there were all hidden from view, cowering in their houses at the immense reiatsu that pulsated through the district. Behind Yachiru walked a very tall Shinigami with long black hair done up in spikes and a patch over one eye. He yawned as he followed his lieutenant, bored with the weak reiatsu he found here, but he wouldn’t leave his adoptive daughter alone here despite her enormous power.

Both of them paused as they felt the fluctuating reiatsu of someone fighting. More out of curiosity than actual interest, the two of them followed the sounds of clashing swords and flesh hitting flesh. They rounded a corner and Yachiru nudged her thumb into her mouth as she watched the fight.

A young, orange haired man was fighting off ten men with his bare hands and his sword lay discarded on the side. Kenpachi grinned at the sight of the blood covering both the young man and the men who insistently attacked said young man. At first glance it appeared that the gang would easily overpower the other, but the orange haired soul grinned broadly and gave back even more than what was delivered.

There were only seven men left now, three having been thrown through a building. The style of fighting he used was odd…despite the rough technique; it was graceful and fluid. He spun, dodged and hit, using his enemies’ strength against them.

Five left now, and the man managed to get his sword back. He five rushed him, raising their swords and screaming a battle cry which would be their last. Blood sprayed into the air and they dropped to the ground, dead. Yachiru giggled and clapped her hands together. “Again, again!” She cried.

The orange haired man blinked in confusion and glanced in their direction. He scowled and managed to stumble a few feet their way before collapsing to the ground, unconscious from his numerous wounds. “Kenny.” Yachiru said and tugged at Kenpachi’s hakama. “Can I keep him?”

“He isn’t a pet.” The eleventh division captain said with a frown.

“I know, but I want him. Please?” She stared up at him with wide, violet eyes and he instantly caved in.

“Fine…” He walked over to the still body and lifted him, throwing the man over his shoulder.

“Yay! Thank you Kenny!”

“Whatever.” He grunted. It wasn’t really a problem to take the orange haired idiot to the fourth division…which was where exactly?

When the managed to find the fourth division, Kenpachi unceremoniously dropped the Shinigami, and earned himself a firm scolding from Yachiru. “No Kenny! You must be gentle with Orange!”

“Hn.” Kenpachi grunted and yawned as one of the medics from fourth division healed the soul. “The old man is going to make noise about accepting a Shinigami who hasn’t been through the academy.”

Yachiru smiled as she swung her legs from the table she was sitting on. “Have him fight to prove his strength. Yama-chan will probably do what he did with you and make him take a few classes.” She reached over and absent mindedly brushed a stray piece of hair from the man’s face.

Kenpachi frowned as he studied the soul’s face which he found oddly beautiful. Hopefully he wouldn’t turn out like Yumichika who was more obsessed with his hair than fighting.

The orange haired man groaned and opened his eyes, blinking a few times to try and register what he was looking at. The pink haired lieutenant was leaning over him so all he saw was her face as she grinned broadly at him. “Hi, Orange! All better?”

“M’name is Ichigo.” Orange muttered and frowned, sitting up when Yachiru backed off a little.

“I’m Yachiru!” She chirped and gestured at Kenpachi. “And this is Kenny!”

“Kenny?” He raised an eyebrow at the large Shinigami, his eyes lingering over the white haori signaling he was a captain.

“Zaraki Kenpachi, captain of the eleventh division.” Kenpachi said. He felt oddly satisfied when Ichigo’s eyes widened in recognition, but he didn’t draw back in fear. “Your new captain.”

Ichigo’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not a Shinigami; I don’t belong to any division.”

“You do now!” Yachiru leaped onto the cot where Ichigo had gotten healed and reached up to yank at his hair. “Please, Ichi, I want you there!”

Ichigo opened his mouth to protest once more but Kenpachi glared at him, daring him to continue. Despite being strong and not scared of the captain, Ichigo would have to be an idiot to defy him. So instead he swung his legs over the edge of the cot and stood up, carefully still holding Yachiru and shifting her so she rested on his hip. “What does a guy have to do to get some food around here?”

Ichigo Kurosaki never had any interest in becoming a Shinigami. He didn’t see in any point in it. For now he was content in waiting for the years to pass so that he could be reunited with his family, and servitude to the 13 protection court didn’t include that.

But it was going to (hopefully) be awhile before they came to Soul Society, and it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. It also might have had something to do with those large purple eyes which stared up at him, begging him to do anything she wanted. She was as adorable as his younger sister Yuzu and had as much attitude as Karin. But he didn’t think that either of them acted this childish…

At the moment the pink-haired girl was holding his hand, and tugging him along to the kitchens, where it soon became apparent she had no idea where it was. With a heavy sigh, he picked the little girl in his arms and stopped a passing Shinigami who looked scared of the 11th division lieutenant.

“Excuse me, could you please tell me where the 11th division kitchen is?”

“It-it’s that way!” The Shinigami pointed down a street and then took off running.

“C’mon, Ichi, let’s go!”

Ichigo reluctantly went in the direction the Shinigami had pointed, occasionally asking others for direction along the way.

“Oi, did lieutenant Yachiru get a new toy?”

Ichigo turned and frowned at the two men who had called out to them. One was bald and was smirking like he was bad ass while the other had bobbed black hair and looked uninterested.

“He’s Ichigo.” Yachiru corrected and tugged on a strand of his hair.

“Feh, what did the brat drag you into?” The bald man asked rhetorically. “I’m Ikkaku and this is Yumichika of the Kenpachi division.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow at how he said ‘Kenpachi division’ instead of ‘11th division’, but decided to ignore it. “She wants me to be part of the squad.”

“Oh?” Ikkaku raised an eyebrow. “Well, we don’t just let anybody in.”

The orange haired man’s eye twitched. “Well, I wasn’t asking your permission.”

“Oh?” Ikkaku said again and twirled his spear which had been resting on his shoulder. “I hope you have strength to back up that attitude, Ichigo.”

“Well I hope you have enough balls to find out, Ikkaku.” They glared at each other and Ichigo was about to set Yachiru down so that they could fight when the pink haired girl yanked hard on his hair.

“I’m hungry!”

“Alright, alright already!” Ichigo yelled and tried to get her to release her painful hold. “Ow! Leggo!”

Ikkaku snickered and clapped Ichigo hard on the back. “Let’s get the monster something to eat before we continue.”

It took them five minutes to get to the kitchen, although Yachiru insisted it was another way entirely and then pouted when it turned out to be the right way before attacking Ikkaku for being right. Yumichika sighed and sat down at the table while Ichigo frowned and began to do through the cupboards to find something him and Yachiru could eat.

Yumichika watched him, his eyes lingering on the dirty rags he was wearing that did nothing to hide his strong, sinewy body. “Would you like me to get you something else to wear?”

“Eh?” Ichigo turned to see if Yumichika was talking to him and bristled slightly. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Can you really say you are comfortable wearing that?” Yumichika smiled sweetly and propped his hand on his chin.

Ichigo scowled. “Fine…but nothing like what you are wearing.”

“Please, don’t insult me! The orange would clash horribly with your hair.” He stood up and glided to the door, instantly catching Ikkaku’s eye (who couldn’t seem to keep them off of Yumichika’s hips). “I’ll get you a shihakusho.”

Ichigo turned back to the food, standing on one leg and scratching the back of his knee with one foot. “What do you want to eat, Yachiru?”

“Ice cream!”

“Not until after you eat something healthy.”

She pouted and leaped away from Ikkaku to land lightly on one of the chairs and sat down. “Domburi.” Ichigo nodded and got the rice out and started cooking it while he got out some egg and chicken to put on top of it. The bald (shaved head) man watched lazily and smirked.

“So if you aren’t Yachiru’s new toy…are you her mommy?”

Ichigo threw the knife he was using to dice the chicken breast at Ikkaku who easily dodged. “Well I doubt the captain would let you in just for that. So are you a good fighter?”

“I hold my own.”

“Good. If we start letting in just anybody then the other divisions will think we are going soft.”

The orange haired soul snorted and turned back to what he was doing. “Don’t think I want to become a Shinigami. I’m just doing this because I have nothing else to do.”

Ichigo let out a yelp of surprise as he was grabbed by the front of his shirt and yanked up. Ikkaku scowled at him angrily. “Listen here, punk, I follow Zaraki Kenpachi because he’s the strongest fighter around. If a shit head like you can’t comprehend his strength then don’t even bother staying around.” He released Ichigo who scowled and straightened his shirt.

“I’m not a pussy who does stuff half-assed.” Ichigo growled. “Don’t think I won’t give it my all because it’s not what I really want to be doing.”

“You better not, or Kenpachi will cut you down himself.”

“Tch…” Ichigo turned back to the cooking while thinking about the things he learned about Kenpachi from listening to other people talk about him, or their blatant fear. Perhaps this was a man that Ichigo could stand to serve under.

…


“Ichi!!!”

Ichigo jerked away as something small and speedy launched onto his bed and landed on his chest. He let out a grunt and tried to bat Yachiru away, but she latched onto him and refused to let go.

“Ichi, Ken-chan is waiting for breakfast!”

“What am I, his slave?” Ichigo grumbled and grudgingly got out of bed.

Ichigo was the 4th seat of the 11th division, or as Ikkaku and the other men called it, the ‘Kenpachi’ division. Ichigo called it the ‘stupid-piece-of-shit-who-won’t-leave-him-alone’ division, but it was the same thing. He didn’t mind Yachiru who was sweet (when she wanted to be) and caring (if she liked you), but Kenpachi really got on his nerves.

When Ichigo wasn’t doing something with Yachiru, Kenpachi demanded his time. Sometimes even if he was around both Yachiru and Kenpachi, the captain did something to get on Ichigo’s nerves. What aggravated Ichigo the most was that he didn’t think the captain even knew how much he irritated Ichigo.

It was small things at first, like when he made Yachiru something to eat, Kenpachi wanted something as well. Then he started asking for things even when Yachiru didn’t want them herself or if Kenpachi just didn’t want to do it. It made Ichigo pissed off because he felt like he was Kenpachi’s slave even though he was a seated officer.

The last time he ignored one of the orders Kenpachi forcibly dragged him back to the kitchen and made him cook. Ichigo had an idea that it was probably because none of the other shinigami in the division could cook, but that still didn’t give Zaraki the right to make him do it.

Kenpachi was already in the kitchen and had a cup of coffee in front of him as he stared blankly at nothing. He wasn’t a morning person, but Yachiru was and she always insisted on waking him up. Hopefully some of Ichigo’s delicious breakfast would wake him up, as well as some delicious Ichigo.

The 11th division captain shook his head a little at the last thought and frowned a little. Sleep deprivation must be getting to him. He ignored the fact that he got a good eight hours of sleep last night.

A rumpled and yet still attractive Ichigo made his way into the kitchen with Yachiru hanging off of his hand and swinging. Kenpachi smirked and began to order Ichigo around. Maybe mornings weren’t so bad.

…

There was an eleventh division party going on and Ichigo was the only one who wasn’t drunk out of his mind. He hadn’t even taken a single drink because he didn’t like the way alcohol affected him. The last time he drank he woke up next to a man named Kaien, completely naked. His ass wasn’t sore so he knew that he hadn’t gotten fucked, but there was still residue on the both of them that indicated a lot still happened. So he didn’t drink. Even Yachiru had drunk a little bit and she was passed out on Ichigo, curled up on his chest with her head resting on his shoulder.

“Yachiru really does need a mom.” Kenpachi told Ichigo knowingly and leered at him.

“I’m not a girl.” Ichigo growled and Kenpachi snorted.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be her mom.” He reached over and brushed against Ichigo’s hair, making Ichigo pull away with a scowl.

“I love Yachiru; I just don’t like the ‘daddy’ that comes with her.”

Kenpachi chuckled and pulled away to take another long swig of sake. “You will.”

“Cocky bastard.” Ichigo grumbled.

Ichigo ended up having to take Yachiru and Kenpachi to their rooms. He tucked Yachiru in first and pressed a kiss to her brow before dealing with Kenpachi who was much more difficult.

Kenpachi didn’t seem to care that Ichigo wasn’t female and kept groping his ass despite how many times Ichigo refuted him.

“C’mon, Ichi, I’ll be gentle.” Kenpachi promised with a drunken slur and tried to kiss Ichigo’s neck, but Ichigo dodged him and tried to get him through the door to his room without getting pinned against it.

“You are so going to regret this in the morning.” Ichigo muttered under his breath and finally maneuvered Kenpachi inside and led him to his futon.

Ichigo was about to quickly leave when Kenpachi grabbed his wrist and dragged him down. Ichigo yelped as he was rolled underneath the large shinigami and shoved at his chest. Kenpachi ignored him and bent down to finally capture Ichigo’s mouth.

Ichigo froze as Kenpachi’s strong tongue thrust into his mouth and squirmed frantically. Kenpachi moved his mouth down to suck at Ichigo’s neck while Ichigo continued to try and escape.

“Get off, Kenpachi!”

“Mm…Ichigo…” Kenpachi nuzzled Ichigo’s hair and then slumped over him with a snore.

Ichigo was slightly mollified at the response and tried to get away from the sleeping Kenpachi, but Kenpachi held onto him tightly.

“Love you, Ichigo.” Kenpachi murmured in his sleep and rolled over, finally releasing Ichigo who was now glued to the bed with a shocked look on his face.

“Love?” Ichigo whispered before forcing himself to get up and go to his own rooms, but not without a backwards glance at Kenpachi.

…

The next day neither Kenpachi nor Ichigo mentioned what had happened the night before, and Ichigo doubted that Kenpachi even remembered. He took care of Yachiru as usual and then sparred a little with Ikkaku and Yumichika before heading to the eleventh division’s bathing facility. There was usually no one there, except for sometimes Yumichika, because they didn’t consider hygiene to be as important as fighting and bleeding.

That was why he was surprised when he finally relaxed into the bath, another figure showed up. He tensed as he immediately recognized Kenpachi and tried to figure a way to get out of the situation without making it seem like he left because of Kenpachi.

“Ichigo.” Kenpachi was still wearing his eye patch, but his hair was down and it looked surprisingly sexy. Ichigo found his eyes moving downwards as he took in the sight of Kenpachi in just a towel. He quickly looked up again and turned red at Kenpachi’s smirk.

“Do you like what you see?”

“I’ve seen better,” Ichigo replied and was pleased to see a flare of irritation go through Kenpachi’s eyes.

“Who?” he demanded, even as he discarded his towel- making Ichigo quickly look away- and slipped into the bath.

“Nobody you would know.” Ichigo said airily and moved to get out of the pool but Kenpachi grabbed his arm.

“Tell me.”

Ichigo was slightly taken aback at the look in Kenpachi’s golden eye. He jerked his arm free with a frown and grabbed his own towel so he wouldn’t be exposing himself even more to Kenpachi.

“I told you, it’s nobody you would know.” He managed to actually get out of the pool this time before Kenpachi abruptly stood and wrapped his arms around Ichigo’s waist and yanked him back down.

Kenpachi ignored Ichigo’s curses and struggles and pulled Ichigo so he was sitting in Kenpachi’s lap with his back to his chest. He propped his chin on Ichigo’s shoulder and Ichigo calmed slightly because Kenpachi was purposefully keeping his groin away from Ichigo’s ass.

“Was this guy that’s better then me somebody you’re sleeping with?”

Ichigo rolled his eyes and tried to pretend they weren’t in as intimate of a position as they were. “I was just teasing you, Kenpachi. You’re the strongest guy around. And what do you care who I sleep with?”

Kenpachi said nothing and instead just tightened his hold on Ichigo. He rubbed his nose against Ichigo’s neck and lightly dragged his teeth along the muscle where his neck met his shoulder.

“I saw the way you looked at me.” Kenpachi murmured huskily into Ichigo’s ear. He gripped Ichigo’s hips and slid them back slightly so he could feel Kenpachi’s hardness pressing into him. Ichigo inhaled sharply. He still had the towel on, but it was barely on him because of the struggle and the water loosening its hold.

Kenpachi slid his hands down and eased the towel off of him slowly, making sure that Ichigo had a chance to protest if he wanted to. The only sound that came from Ichigo was when he drew in a shaky breath. Emboldened, Kenpachi parted Ichigo’s legs and dragged his hand up the soft thigh to discover for himself that Ichigo was erect.

“Ichigo…” Kenpachi licked the shell of Ichigo’s ear and kissed his ear and then cheek. Ichigo tilted his head to the side and their mouths met in a slightly awkward, but deep kiss.

When they parted, Ichigo was panting slightly and achingly hard. He slid off of Kenpachi- earning a displeased growl in response- and then moved to face Kenpachi. He straddled Kenpachi’s laps and brought their erections together with a pleasure groan. Kenpachi moved his arms around Ichigo as he entangled his hands in Kenpachi’s hair and kissed him again.

Ichigo was giddy with lust and nipped at Kenpachi’s lips sharply before darting his tongue into his mouth and tasting him. Kenpachi hesitated only for a moment as he took in the aggressive side of Ichigo and then kissed him back just as ferociously.

Rocking his hips shamelessly, Ichigo’s breath quickened in pleasure at the sensation of their cocks sliding together. Kenpachi sensed his growing desire and stilled Ichigo’s hips with his hands, making Ichigo groan in protest.

“I need you.” Kenpachi said seriously, but with lust tainting his words.

“So let me move!” Ichigo said in exasperation and tried to move his hips but nails dug into him in warning.

“No, I mean…” Kenpachi moved his hips to illustrate what he meant and Ichigo shivered as his thick cock pressed against his entrance and slid between his buttocks.

“Oh.” Ichigo turned red at the thought of Kenpachi inside of him. “But, that’s… don’t we need some preparation for that?”

“Yes.” Kenpachi frowned and then stood up, forcing Ichigo to wrap his legs and arms around him or risk falling. Kenpachi held him securely and stepped out of the baths, making his way to the shower area.

Ichigo shivered slightly at the change in temperature and yelped as he was set down on the bench of the locker room. Kenpachi grabbed two robes and some towels and threw them on the floor before lowering Ichigo down onto the make shift bedding. He kissed Ichigo deeply before pulling away again and standing up.

“Hold on a second.”

Ichigo scowled as Kenpachi left him, taking his body heat with him. But instead of waiting for him to come back, he made himself comfortable on the little next and began to stroke his erection slowly. Kenpachi nearly dropped the bottle of lotion when he came back, but managed to collect himself and dropped to his knees to cover Ichigo’s body with his own.

Kenpachi reluctantly drew away to uncap the bottle of lotion and poured a liberal amount on his fingers. He spread Ichigo’s legs apart with his other hand and took a second to enjoy the sight before rubbing his fingers along Ichigo’s crack and to his entrance.

“This isn’t going to sting, is it?” Ichigo asked uncertainly and gestured at the lotion. “I don’t want to put something inside of me that’s going to hurt that bad.”

“I don’t think it’s the lotion you should be worried about.” Kenpachi said and gestured at his erection which was easily eight inches long and very thick.

Ichigo frowned. “I- I know, but I don’t want to have some chemical burn inside my ass in addition to…to what other things that will hurt.” He finished lamely, making Kenpachi chuckle.

“It’s unscented, it shouldn’t hurt you.”

Ichigo still looked uncertain, but nodded and Kenpachi slipped a finger inside of Ichigo. Ichigo shifted slightly at the uncomfortable feeling, but with the lotion it wasn’t painful. Kenpachi pumped it in and out of him a couple of times before adding a second finger.

This time Ichigo bit his lip a little. That was more then uncomfortable. Kenpachi’s fingers were long and calloused, and Ichigo could swear he could feel every single knuckle of his fingers.

Kenpachi leaned over and pressed kissed along Ichigo’s inner thigh and dug his teeth into a tender spot, making Ichigo gasp and thrust his hips up slightly. Kenpachi’s golden eye dilated at the image and he hastily added a third finger.

“Ah…” Ichigo groaned at the pain and rubbed his head against the towels to try and distract himself from it.

Kenpachi noticed and leaned down to nuzzle Ichigo’s cock before licking the underside of it where his vein pulsed.

“Fuck!” Ichigo arched his back and cried out at the pleasure while Kenpachi simultaneously spread his fingers apart and rubbed against his prostate. “Th-that’s enough! Please just fuck me already!”

Kenpachi didn’t have to be told twice. He removed his fingers and poured a very generous amount on his hand and slathered his erection with it. Despite the amount of pleasure he got from fighting Ichigo, for his first time he didn’t want to hurt him unnecessarily for fear of Ichigo not wanting to do it again. There would be other times to discover Ichigo’s limits.

So instead of penetrating Ichigo in a single rough thrust, he slowly guided his aching cock to Ichigo’s tight hole and pushed forward.

The result was instantaneous as Ichigo’s eyes widened and he cried out. He automatically tried to move away from the sudden pain, but Kenpachi held his hips firmly and steadily pushed forward.

“Ow…” Ichigo groaned his complaint and arched his spine in an attempt to relieve the agonizing pressure.

“Still worried about the lotion?” Kenpachi said teasingly, but the strain in his voice was apparent as he fought his body for self control. He wanted to thrust into Ichigo so badly, but Ichigo was shaking and already had troubles dealing with the intrusion.

“Shut up.” Ichigo mumbled and clenched his eyes shut as Kenpachi jerked his hips, sliding the rest of the way inside. “AH! Fuck that hurts. Did you stick your sword inside of me instead?” Ichigo complained, making Kenpachi chuckle.

“Don’t tempt me.”

He began to pull out and Ichigo cursed again.

“Fuck! Hold still you asshole!”

Kenpachi barely managed a nod and dropped his head down to rest against Ichigo’s as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Ichigo shifted experimentally and Kenpachi hissed.

“You better hold still too or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

“Just…” Ichigo gritted his teeth and moved again slightly. “Let me get used to it.”

“Fucking hell…” Kenpachi couldn’t hold back any longer, not when Ichigo was squirming like that against him.

He slid out completely and jerked his hips forward, entering Ichigo in one smooth thrust. Ichigo cried out and dug his nails into the towels. He bit his lower lip to try and distract himself from the pain, but Kenpachi leaned down and kissed him, lightly nipping his lips.

“Ken-Kenpachi!” Ichigo’s entire body quivered as Kenpachi pushed his knees to his chest and pistoned in and out of him.

“That’s right, say my name, bitch.” Kenpachi growled and bent to kiss Ichigo but was promptly smacked.

“Don’t call me that you bastard!”

Kenpachi’s golden eye flared and a twisted grin formed on his face as he reached up to yank off his eye patch.

“AGH!!!” Ichigo threw his head back and his hips twitched sporadically as pleasure overwhelmed him. “Yes! Oh fuck, YES!”

Kenpachi pressed a messy kiss to his neck and bit down as their reiatsu clashed together.

“Right there!” Ichigo cried out and wrapped his legs around Kenpachi’s waist to encourage him deeper. “You fucking demon, HIT IT THERE!”

Kenpachi chuckled darkly and began to speed up, slamming hard enough into Ichigo that they slid across the tiled floor. Ichigo cursed and twisted his body so his head was near a bench and reached up to grab it, bracing himself for Kenpachi’s powerful thrusts.

Reaching up to grab the edge of the bench, Kenpachi used it as leverage to fuck Ichigo even harder. Ichigo screamed as his body spasmed and Kenpachi moved one hand down to hold his hips, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin in an effort to comfort him. Ichigo grabbed Kenpachi’s hand and shoved it to where he wanted it the most.

With a smirk, Kenpachi pumped Ichigo in time with his thrusts. Ichigo moaned and let his head drop against the towels with a thump. He grabbed Kenpachi’s hair roughly and dragged his head down, slamming their mouths together painfully. But neither of them minded. Kenpachi lapped up the blood from where his teeth dug into Ichigo’s lips and purred at the taste.

“Kenpachi!!!” Ichigo finally came, his insides spasming around Kenpachi who snarled in pleasure and began to thrust erratically. “Not inside of me!” Ichigo moaned in complaint, but Kenpachi was too far gone to hear him and with one last slam of his hips, he filled Ichigo with his orgasm.

Ichigo shuddered at the odd sensation and punched Kenpachi in the arm with what energy he had left, which wasn’t much at all. Kenpachi ignored the attempted violence and instead kissed Ichigo languidly while stroking his sides.

“That was great. Let’s do it again.” Kenpachi announced while he was still inside of Ichigo. Ichigo cringed and squirmed away, inhaling sharply when Kenpachi slipped out of him.

“Not now.” Ichigo moaned in complaint, but Kenpachi was persistent.

“Later, then.” He murmured and picked Ichigo up to walk over to the showers. Ichigo was too tired to protest, but secretly enjoyed having Kenpachi rinse him off. Sweat, semen and blood swirled around the drain as they washed up. Ichigo tensed as Kenpachi slipped fingers into his entrance, but Kenpachi pressed a soft kiss to his wet hair and Ichigo relaxed again.

Despite his reawakened hard on, Kenpachi didn’t pressure Ichigo into doing anything more, to his credit. But as Kenpachi washed his own erect member, Ichigo took it into his hands and pumped it. Kenpachi shuddered and grabbed the top of the shower stall as Ichigo fell to his knees and took his throbbing organ into his mouth.

He tasted clean and slightly soapy despite having rinsed off, but Ichigo preferred it over to what it might have tasted like before. Ichigo explored Kenpachi’s cock in a strange state of fascination, cupping his balls and lightly squeezing them as he experimentally applied pressure to the large vein on his cock.

Kenpachi shuddered, his grip on the shower stall getting so tight that the metal started to bend. Ichigo smirked at how much he had Kenpachi under control and began to bob his head.

That seemed to be as much as Kenpachi could handle because suddenly he was being lifted up and pressed against the wall of the shower stall before he was roughly entered.

Ichigo cried out and scratched his nails down Kenpachi’s chest at the sudden penetration and sunk his teeth into the flesh of Kenpachi’s neck. Kenpachi grunted at the pain and began to thrust in and out of Ichigo quickly, without pausing to let Ichigo adjust.

Despite the pain, Ichigo was getting off on it. The amount of pleasure and emotions he was experiencing from their coupling set his body on fire. His heart thumped loudly in his chest and he wrapped his arms around Kenpachi’s shoulders. Kenpachi nuzzled his wet hair and kissed his ear in a sweet gesture. Euphoria overwhelmed Ichigo and three words he honestly felt seemed to leave his mouth without his permission.

“I love you.”

Kenpachi paused for only a second that it took for him to pull away and study Ichigo’s face. Ichigo turned red and was immediately embarrassed.

“Never mind! I didn’t mean it!” He tried to bury his face in his hands and wanted to run away, but that was hard to do when Kenpachi was balls-deep inside of his ass.

Kenpachi growled and yanked Ichigo’s hands away from his face, keeping their bodies together with just the strength of his hips.

“Ichigo…”

Ichigo turned his head away from Ichigo, but his chin was gripped roughly and he was yanked back around again.

Chapped, but not rough lips pressed against his gently and Ichigo’s eyes widened. The kiss was sweet and coaxing rather then hard and biting. Ichigo’s eyes fluttered shut and he entangled his fingers in Kenpachi’s hair.

Kenpachi pulled away, a strand of saliva connecting them until Ichigo licked his lips.

“I love you too, idiot.”

“Don’t call me that!” Ichigo yelled and then Kenpachi was moving again. It was just as rough and passionate as ever and they both came quickly. When they were through, Kenpachi had to dry Ichigo off and dressed him before lifting the exhausted man into his arms and going to his quarters.

“Ken-chan!” Kenpachi didn’t have to look to know that it was Yachiru who landed lightly on his shoulders. She peaked over at the sleeping Ichigo and gave a large smile. “Mommy!”

“Do you love your mom, Yachiru?”

She nodded. “Do you love Ichi-berry too?”

“Yeah.”

Yachiru stayed with them until Kenpachi slid Ichigo into his bed and began to undress them.

“Yuck! Are you guys going to do parent things?”

Kenpachi snorted but nodded. “Why don’t you get some ice cream from Yumichika?”

“Ice cream!” She was gone in a flash.

Kenpachi shook his head with a fond grin and returned to his task of undressing Ichigo. Clothes got in the way too much and Kenpachi didn’t want to have to keep buying Ichigo new ones every time they had sex. Therefore, Ichigo would sleep naked. Of course he couldn’t walk around naked because then others would see him, but when they were in their bedroom, Ichigo would always be naked.

“Kenpachi?” Ichigo half woke up as Kenpachi pulled the covers over him.

“Go back to sleep.”

He undressed himself and slid in beside Ichigo, wrapping his arms around Ichigo and adjusting the both of them so they were in a comfortable position.

“’K, love you.” He said with a yawn and soon began to snore softly again.

Kenpachi smiled and kissed his head lightly.

“I love you too.”

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I really didn’t MEAN for it to be sappy, but this couple practically writes itself! On that, I’m not joking. Although I wouldn’t call them canon by any means, I see a lot of potential for great chemistry between them.

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