Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Pairing: Nnoitra x Ichigo

Summary: Nnoitra hates women. But that doesn’t make him gay or anything.

Also, I do not mean anything offensive towards women. Women are wonderful.

WARNINGS!!! Lemon, yaoi, smut, non-con, violence, blood.

06 I’m Not Gay

Nnoitra’s POV

I hate women, they’re disgustingly weak creatures that provide nothing and take everything. Their bodies are repulsive, their fatty tissues called breasts are revolting, their irritatingly high-pitched voices grating. But that doesn’t make me gay.

The first time I saw that Shinigami invader, I thought he was a woman. But as I got closer I realized he had short hair and no breasts. Not a woman. If he hadn’t been weakened by his earlier battle with number 6, maybe he would have put up a better fight. But he still wasn’t strong enough to overcome me.

I didn’t really think about what I was doing, but as soon as I incapacitated Grimmjow I turned back to the orange haired Shinigami. Something seemed to rip through my body as he glared at me with his zanpakuto pointed at me threateningly.

“Tesla. Take the broad back to her room.” I ordered my Fraccion. What a useless piece of flesh she was, I don’t see why they were trying to save someone so unworthy of attention.

Tesla merely cocked his head to the side and sonido to the little big-breasted bitch and grabbed her by the arm.

“No way in hell am I going to let that happen!” The Shinigami rushed at Tesla, his sword raised. Before he could reach her I was next to him and gripping his arm.

“Shut up.” I ordered, glaring down at him with my one eye. He tried to struggle out of my grasp, but it was in vain.

Grimmjow bled on the ground, not dead but weakened, glaring at me furiously as I held the orange haired Shinigami.

“You shouldn’t waste your time on trash.” I said dismissively to Ichigo, referring to his attempts to save Grimmjow and that chick. How worthless. With that I sonido both of us to my room. It was white, like everything else in this fucking bland world, with only a bed and couch for furniture.

“What the hell!?” He said, eyes darting around the room, trying to find a reason for his being here. I ignored him and twisted his arm, forcing him to drop his zanpakuto. I threw it across the room as well as mine and tightened my grip, making him curse and let out a sharp yelp. His eyes, that I now saw were brown, widened and he struggled in my grasp. “Get off of me!”

I paid no attention to him and grabbed his shihakusho, tearing it off his body easily. I didn’t really think about what I was doing, I was just acting on instinct to bare his body as my eye skimmed over his form. Definitely male, but still beautiful. White skin, not pale but creamy. His long limbs struggled as I ran a hand down his body, his punches and kicks barely even registering.

“Hold still, damn it!” I hissed to him in irritation. It only seemed to make him struggle more though.

“What are you doing!?” His eyebrows were furrowed and light flush had graced his cheeks, making the bruises and scrapes even more noticeable on his pale skin.

“I don’t have to answer to the likes of you.” I snarled out.

I threw him onto the bed and started pulling my clothes off, growling at him and yanking him back as he tried to crawl off. I was aware of the flaring reiatsu somewhere else off in Hueco Mundo but didn’t care.
His eyes were terrified now, though still filled with passion and anger. I frowned at him and grabbed his legs, forcing him onto his stomach and prying them apart. He gasped, yelled at me to stop while he tried to keep his legs together. I ignored him and spread them wide, taking a second to admire the view before gliding my hands over that delicious ass of his and then shoving two fingers into his entrance.

He screamed, eyes wide in surprise and trying to pull away at the same time his hands reached back to try and shove me away. He wasn’t wet like I expected, but moist and tight. So unlike a woman, so much better. As I shoved my fingers in as far as they would go he screamed and convulsed in pain. Perfect. I pulled them out and flipped him onto his side, bending his leg up- at what must have been a painful angle for him- and pressing against it with my chest. His eyes filling with tears and pleading, begging me to stop as his mouth twisted in disbelief.

I frowned at him, bracing one of my hands by his head while the other guided my erection to press against him. His body arched and I pressed inside of him. It was hard at first; he was so tight around me that it made it difficult to move. I didn’t bother going slow, just thrusting in and out of him while I watched his face. He was bleeding now and it made it slicker, easier to penetrate him. Still just as tight though, gripping me perfectly. He pushed desperately at my chest with one hand, the other gripping the bed sheet and burying his head into the pillow as he sobbed.

“Hah! Look at you.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I gave sharp, deep thrusts with a roll of my hips. “I bet you don’t feel nearly as powerful now.” I flipped him into his back and pinned his hands above his head. I leaned down to give a long lick to his face and tasted his salty tears with satisfaction.

He was breathing in and out in shuddering gasps that made his body tremble. I ran the hand that wasn’t pinning him down over his flat chest admiringly and dug my long fingers into his side, making him cry out in pain. “So pathetic.” I drawled out, lifting his hips to meet my thrusts. I changed the angle of penetration slightly and his body jolted with an almost comical look of surprise on his face. I laughed and gripped his penis which was now half hard. “So you like this Shinigami?” I teased as I pumped him, taking in his expression of pleasure and shame with delight. “Do you like it rough?”

“No…” He whimpered out, even as his body arched to try to push me in deeper.

“I think you do.” I released his hands pushed his legs up, pulling them over my shoulders as he keened and squirmed. He was almost bent in half, his hands braced above him on the headboard as he lifted his hips to meet my thrusts. No woman could ever look that good; no woman could have those strong abs that tensed as I pounded into him, that flat chest that was so easy to sink my teeth into. I drew blood as I marked him, my tongue widening the wound and licking at his delicious blood.

“Ngh…” He moaned with his eyes clenched shut and sweat beading on his forehead. “Nn-Nnoitra…” He mumbled my name. I paused my thrusts momentarily, and then picked the pace up even harder.

“Weakling Shinigami…” I muttered to myself, grabbing his jaw and forcing his mouth open to plunder it with my long tongue.

He choked at first, trying to escape my gagging appendage, but I didn’t release my grip and continued to explore his depths. He tasted wet, and hot, almost like fresh blood. I liked it. My tongue slithered against his as I licked every little cavern I could find, enjoying the way he shivered and tensed around me. His cry was stifled by my mouth as he came, one hand gripping hard at my shoulder while he trembled.

I snarled, my hips snapping forward as I reached my own peak and came inside of him. I slid my fingers down his chest, drawing my fingers through his come and lifted them, forcing them into his mouth. “Mmph!” He tried to shut his mouth and pull away but I grabbed the back of his head, gripping his orange hair tightly.

“Taste it.” I commanded as my eye narrowing and the corners of my mouth lifting in a lewd smile.
He shook his head, eyes filling with tears again but I wouldn’t back down.

“Clean them like a good Shinigami.”

His tongue brushed against the fingers timidly at first, his brow furrowing at revulsion. But he grew bolder as he grew used to it, suckling on them needily and reaching up to pull my hand closer for more. I pulled them away, smirking as his eyes fluttered and realization dawned about what he had been doing.

“You’ll make a good pet.” I commented, wiping myself off with the sheet and standing up. His eyes followed me, but he seemed frozen in introspection. I pulled the bottom of my shihakusho on and grabbed his as well. The top was almost completely destroyed, but I didn’t want the other espada leering at what was mine. I tossed it to him and sat on my couch, hands propped behind my head as I watched him timidly rise from the bed with his hands covering his genitals in an effort for propriety. I smirked at the display, wanting to take him again until he had no prudishness left in him. But I had things to do on the battlefield and needed to secure him until I came back.

I could have a reiatsu suppresser made for him later, but for now I will have to simply tie him up. His eyes were flickering from me to his zanpakuto to the door, perhaps trying to figure out a way to escape. I stood lazily just as he tried to rush past me to his soul cutter, but I caught him in the stomach with my arm hard, knocking the air out of him while he gave a sharp gasp. I easily lifted him over my shoulder and walked back to the bed, throwing him onto it and pinning him with one knee while I ripped the shredded remains of his kimono into strips.

I bound his wrists together; all the while he was cursing and yelling at me so spiritedly, like he thought he actually had a chance to escape. I moved off of him and caught his kicking feet by the ankles. “Tch. You need to respect your betters.” I commented as I tied his feet to the bedpost, spread wide apart.

“You’re not my better!” He spat, back arching as he struggled against the bonds. “You’re just a fucking rapist!”

“Oh?” I hummed, kneeling on the bed and resting my hand on his leg, dragging it up his inner thigh to rest on his crotch. “You would do well to remember that as well.” I gave him a malicious grin and squeezed his penis slightly before regretfully pulling away and putting the rest of my clothes back on. I picked up my zanpakuto and after a seconds contemplation, his as well. I’ll hide it somewhere in case he actually did manage to escape.

I walked smoothly to the door; glancing back to the sight I know will be awaiting me when I return. His brow was furrowed and his eyes glared at me viciously, upper body bare and marked with the bites and scratches I gave him. I leave the room satisfied, ready to face the battle warring outside heavily.
I’m not gay, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy fucking him into the nearest surface every chance I get. It’s simply a matter of pleasurable domination. That’s all.

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Yo! I feel so dirty after writing that, but I think I might write more of this pairing actually.
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