Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

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Pairing: Ishida x Ichigo

Summary: Set right after the ‘Rescue Rukia’ arc. Ichigo can’t help but feel responsible for Ishida losing his powers. No matter how it sounds at first, Ichigo is still uke (he’s aggressive in this one) and it’s all consensual sex… This is kind of short, but I felt that it was as long as it needed to be. I will be writing more Ishida x Ichigo that will be longer, but I wanted to get this out of here.

The usual warnings for sex, smut, cursing.

Beta’d by KitsuneKiri- thanks!

Anons: Blacksenbonzakura2- I’m in the middle of watching the movie right now, so I’ll get back to you on that!

Repayment

“You lost your powers.” Ichigo told Ishida bluntly after the other man had opened the door to Ichigo’s insistent knocking.

Ichigo shifted nervously as Ishida stared at him.

“It’s none of your concern Kurosaki.” Ishida tried to shut the door on Ichigo, but Ichigo shot his foot forward and kept it from closing.

“I’m sorry.”

Ishida glared at him.

“Nothing you could say or do could make up for it.”

Before Ishida could try to close the door again, Ichigo shoulder his way inside and closed it behind him.

“Get out of my house!”

“Not until you let me repay you.”

“Please,” Ishida rolled his eyes and pushed up his glasses, “like there is anything-”

Ichigo kissed him clumsily and Ishida yanked away as hastily as he could.

“You can’t possibly think-”

Ichigo cut him off again, and this time held onto the Quincy’s hands so he couldn’t pull away. He easily located Ishida’s bedroom in the small house and bodily forced Ishida inside of it and onto the bed.

“This is absurd!” Ishida snapped as he struggled to get away and Ichigo tied his hand above his head with a belt.

Ishida glared up at Ichigo who stared down at him just as coolly.

“This isn’t necessary. Untie me this instance.”

“Not until I’ve made up for it.”

“You are very conceited if you think sex with you would make up for my lack of powers.”

Ichigo paused and scowled down at Ishida.

“Maybe not, but it’s a start.”

Ichigo slid down and undid Ishida’s pants to withdraw his half-hard member. Ishida was only slightly longer then Ichigo, but Ichigo was fascinated with how different it felt in his hand. More out of curiosity, he dipped his head and licked the head. Ishida’s hips jerked and precum began to bead at the slit, making Ichigo grin in triumph.

With that accomplished, Ichigo got off of Ishida and hastily undressed. He didn’t miss the way Ishida’s cheeks heated up and he looked away. Ichigo tried not to laugh and instead got on the bed and straddled Ishida again. He looked Ishida straight in the eyes and began to suck on his own fingers lewdly, making Ishida turned even redder.

He pulled them out of his mouth and reached behind himself to prod at his entrance. He winced slightly as one slipped in and wiggled in discomfort before getting used to it and adding a second. He inhaled sharply and arched his back, unknowingly bringing their hardened members together.

“Fuck, Kurosaki…” Ishida hissed and pressed his hips up again. “If you’re going to do it, then do it already!”

“Shut up, I’ve never done this before!” Ichigo snapped and drew his fingers out of him. He spit on his hand and coated Ishida’s erection in it while Ishida tried to appear nonchalant.

“That,” Ishida said with a sneer, “is obvious.”

“Fuck off.” Ichigo didn’t bother to put a condom on Ishida because he was a virgin and he was certain that Ishida was as well.

He raised his hips up and balanced himself on the head board that Ishida’s hands were still tied to. He bit his lower lip in concentration and used his other hand to guide Ishida’s erection to his entrance. His breath hitched as it rubbed against his hole enticingly, and then he sunk down.

He threw back his head and let out a sharp cry as the unexpected pain split him open. Ishida cursed and wiggled underneath him. The Quincy tried to raise his hips to thrust into Ichigo further, but Ichigo lifted his hips with a gasp and managed to prevent.

“Fuck Kurosaki, move!”

Ichigo glared at him half heartedly and began to slowly lower himself. His arms and legs shook with the strain of going so incredibly slow and he began to pant erratically.

“Kurosaki.” A warning growl.

With an irritated huff, Ichigo braced himself for the pain and pushed his hips down the rest of the way. He cried out and was about to lift his hips off of Ishida, but Ishida managed to work the knots free and clamped two hands down onto Ichigo’s hips.

“You’re so pathetic.” Ishida said as he panted harshly. He dug his nails into Ichigo’s hips and lifted them up before slamming Ichigo back down.

Ichigo almost collapsed against Ishida’s chest as his prostate was brushed against. He slumped his head against Ishida’s shoulder and clenched his fingers into the bedding as he rocked his hips against Ishida.

“That’s it.” Ishida groaned and met his motion with hard thrusts. “Just like that.”

Ichigo managed to regain control of himself and held onto the headboard once more. He began to bounce up and down on Ishida as he tossed his head back and gasped in pleasure.

His climax had already begun to coil in his stomach and Ishida must have sensed the desperation in his movement because he clamped his hand around the base of his cock.

“No!”

“You aren’t going to come before me.” Ishida’s voice was heavily tinted with need and his breath had already begun to quicken.

They both began to move faster, their pace becoming slightly erratic as want overwhelmed their thoughts. Ishida snapped his hips up and then twitched, his lower body jerking as he came inside of Ichigo.

The hand barring him from his own release loosened and Ichigo reached down to jerk himself off. Ishida’s soft member no longer reached his pleasure spot and Ichigo pulled off of him and thrust three fingers inside of himself. His wrists became sore from the odd angle as he forced the fingers so hard into his body that it hurt.

Ichigo scraped them desperately against his prostate and his body spasmed and he came in a spurt. He collapsed onto the bed and pulled his fingers out. His body gave another jerk as his sphincter tightened at the absence of something inside of him. He shivered and panted as he came down from his high and finally noticed Ishida again.

The Quincy was staring at him, his eyes darkened behind his glasses as he stroked his reawakened erection.

“You’re not done repaying me yet.”

He pounced, and this time it was Ichigo on his back as Ishida thrust in and out of him madly. Needless to say, the debt still has yet to be repaid.

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Even tied down Ishida is demanding and demeaning… But Ichigo loves it.

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