Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Review Replies- MasterAkira: I could so see Ichigo doing that (I have a very vivid imagination)
Tiramisu: Oh trust me, I know ;P
Shadowoflight: Ichigo is such a versatile uke =D
Lynzee: Just doing my job ma'am *tilts hat*
VioletEyes: Yeppers! Check the bottom for it =)
Nusku: Medic! I need a medic over here!
kageneko_malfoy: I could eat KaienxIchigo right up (oh yeah)
Aralaiqualasse AKA Harry Draco Malfoy: Both of those suggestions sounds REALLY appealing >:3
RichOnyx: If that's true, I'm very VERY depraved. *kukuku*
Clouds_Envy: I'll be getting to it =)

Pairing: Yammy x Ichigo Requested by Sapphiron.

Summary: AU- because I couldn’t bring myself to hook Ichigo up with canon Yammy without it being physically impossible. So here is some consensual sex! It reads like a dirty porno.

Beta’d by KitsuneKiri- thank you very much!

Wrestling

Ichigo had been screwed by men before. His first time was with Chad, when they had both gotten drunk. He had woken up the next morning with Chad still inside of him and whispering loving words of Spanish into his ear. The attachment Chad had to him made him slightly uncomfortable and their relationship was slightly strained since then.

But Yammy wasn’t Chado. Ichigo had met Yammy at a wrestling meet. They weren’t in the same weight division so they weren’t wrestling each other, but he was awed by the tall, muscular high school student who had easily defeated Chad.

While everyone else was screaming and cheering on their friends during their matches, Yammy and Ichigo had found an unlocked classroom that none of the other teams were staying in.

Ichigo was bent over the teacher’s desk with his hands planted firmly on the desk calendar as Yammy licked his way down Ichigo’s naked back. Ichigo groaned as Yammy pulled away to spit on his hand and then a second later two fingers were prodding at his entrance.

“Fuck!” Ichigo bucked his hips back against them and Yammy chuckled before he bit down on Ichigo’s neck. Ichigo trembled as those two large fingers pushed inside of him, forcing his tight entrance to open and accept them.

Yammy Rialgo knew how to use his almost seven foot frame to intimidate others. He did it on and off the wrestling mat and he always succeeded. But it was a very odd occurrence to be in the sort of position with someone like Ichigo- beautiful, charismatic and popular. When he had seen the other boy he had fully intended to use his strength to coerce, if not force, the other boy into sex.

He was very surprised, however, when Ichigo was so receptive. After a mumbled exchange of names, Ichigo had led him into the classroom and pushed him into the teacher’s chair. Yammy had stared as Ichigo undid his pants and then sealed his, wet, hot!, mouth over Yammy’s large boner that had been threatening to rip a hole in his jeans.

It was the fucking sexiest thing Yammy had ever seen and he couldn’t hold back on waiting. He tore Ichigo’s clothes off of his body and was tempted to tear him a new one, but held back in the hopes of getting some from Ichigo again.

He prepared the moaning, wiggling teen swiftly and yanked Ichigo around so he was lying across the chair with his mouth in Yammy’s lap. He forced Ichigo’s mouth over his erection against and the room was filled with wet slurping sounds as Ichigo got Yammy wet and Yammy finger fucked him.

Yammy yanked him off and stood as he shoved Ichigo face first into the desk and spread his ass cheeks apart with his hands. He grinned and watched in excitement as his veined cock lined up to the tight, puckered hole. He shoved inside and Ichigo flattened himself on the desk with a sharp cry.

Only Yammy’s hands managed to hold him up as the large man pressed inside without pausing or faltering. Ichigo panted heavily and cringed at the pain, but he felt like he was going to explode from the pleasure of it.

“Yammy!” Ichigo dragged out the name in a whine as Yammy grunted and pistoned in and out of the lithe teen. Ichigo was so tight around him it was difficult to move at first, but after a few thrusts he had loosened considerably and wet slapping noises could be heard.

Ichigo panted and clung to the edge of the desk as Yammy continually pressed against his prostate with his enormous dick. He had never taken anyone as big as Yammy before, and even though it hurt like hell, the pleasure was the best ever.

Yammy began to pull out completely and slam forward with all of his strength, crushing Ichigo’s hips against the desk and making it screech across the floor. Ichigo bowed his back and lifted his hips so his balls weren’t being tormented and Yammy growled.

Large hands grasped him and he was abruptly flipped onto his back. Yammy seemed intend on testing his flexibility because Ichigo’s legs were shoved upward and hooked over Yammy’s broad shoulders as the pounding commenced. Although Ichigo’s muscles screamed in protest, Ichigo moaned in pleasure and jerked himself off roughly as Yammy penetrated deep inside of him where he had never been touched before.

They panted, groaned, gasped and grunted as both of their orgasm neared and Yammy crashed his mouth over Ichigo’s. His thick tongue filled Ichigo’s mouth and almost gagged him as it explored every crevice. Ichigo twirled his finger around the dark pony tail and gripped Yammy’s shoulder as his body spasmed and he came.

Yammy thrust into his convulsing body and grinned madly at Ichigo’s protest at the abuse of his oversensitive body.

“Ichigo.” Yammy growled the name into his ear and jerked his hips forward and buried himself into Ichigo as far as he could go before finally releasing. Ichigo inhaled sharply at the sensation of wet, warm fluid filling him so far into his body.

Yammy stayed inside of him for a moment, making Ichigo squirm in discomfort before finally pulling out. Ichigo let out a soft sigh of relief before three fingers tested his entrance and then shoved inside. His body went taunt as he arched off the desk and his dick swelled with blood once more.

He tried to bat the man away, but his energy wasn’t up for it and he collapsed back as Yammy teased him mercilessly. He groaned as Yammy brought his already erect cock to Ichigo’s entrance and shoved himself in.

It was quick and rough. Ichigo barely managed to hold on for the ride as Yammy fucked him into the desk. When it was over once more, copious amounts of fluid dripped from Ichigo’s used entrance and trickled down his leg. Yammy grabbed a bunch of tissues and wiped Ichigo up rather roughly, making Ichigo cringe as his ass was mishandled.

Then Yammy pulled him into his lap and kissed him deeply. His tongue was almost hesitant and shy in the aftermath, and it made Ichigo want to smile and laugh, but he knew better than that. So he allowed himself to be kissed in the strangely tender way and then was even more amused when Yammy carefully dressed Ichigo and then himself.

Ichigo leaned up on the tips of his toes and pulled Yammy’s head down to kiss him before slipping a note with his number on it into Yammy’s front pocket.

“Call me whenever you’re in town.” Ichigo said in a sultry voice and walked away with a sway in his hips that he barely managed with the ache in his ass and the limp. He could feel Yammy’s eyes on him and he smirked before disappearing out the door. Ichigo was always up for a good wrestling match.

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What’s this? Slutty Ichigo!? You don’t say! Kukuku. I hope you enjoyed Ichigo as a non-virgin who loves sex XD Slut is just an anagram for lust!