Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Pairing: Shuhei x Ichigo

Summary: This is au High school one shot. Hisagi is a senior and Ichigo is a junior.

Hisagi might be a little out of character, but he seems like a pretty goofy guy when he’s not serious, so that’s how I made him. I KNOW that Hisagi is the last name, but it sounded more natural to use it.

WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, lemon, smut, anal, oral, fingering, cursing.

07 Prove It 01

Shuhei Hisagi met Ichigo the first day of his senior year. He instantly fell in love with the orange haired junior and persistently followed him at every opportunity possible. His friends thought he was crazy- as did Ichigo himself- but Hisagi didn’t let that stop him, let along slow him down. Currently it was the last class of the day and he was really bored, thoughts of Kurosaki Ichigo dancing through his head.

“Oi, oi, oi!” Hisagi shot over to the window, shoving Renji out of the way as he caught sight of a flash of orange hair. “It’s the tangerine cutie!” Hisagi grinned and threw open the window. “ICHIGO!” He cried, waving his hand.

Ichigo glanced up at the window to see the dark haired senior with the tattooed face waving at him enthusiastically. With a heavy sigh he gave a half-hearted wave and continued on.

“Wait up!” Hisagi leaped from the window, ignoring the teacher’s cries as he landed next to Ichigo.

“What the hell!?” Ichigo jerked, surprised at the sudden landing. “Weren’t you just up there?”

“Yep!” Hisagi threw an arm around Ichigo with a large grin.

“Then what are you doing down here?” Ichigo tried to shove Hisagi off of him but he wouldn’t budge.

“Seeing my favorite junior of course!”

“Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Shouldn’t you?” Hisagi countered, leaning closer.

“Free period.” Ichigo ducked underneath Hisagi’s arm with a scowl and resituated the bag over his shoulder.

“Ah, you’re lucky. Getting a free period the last class of the day.”

“Whatever.” Ichigo muttered and continued to walk on, ignoring the senior.

“Hey, Ichigo!” Hisagi continued to walk beside Ichigo, disregarding the cold shoulder he was getting. “Is your hair color natural?”

“Yes.” Ichigo bit out, annoyed by the ever-popular question asked of him.

“Chill! Just asking man.” Hisagi grinned. “My next question was going to be if you could prove it.”

Ichigo froze and glanced over to who Hisagi who was wearing a perverted smirk.

“Can you? Unless, you really do bleach.” Hisagi taunted Ichigo, knowing he would react to the obvious challenge.

“What!? Of course I don’t bleach!” Ichigo snarled lowly, turning to face Hisagi in a defensive stance.

“Okay then!” Hisagi said cheerfully and grabbed a hold of Ichigo’s arm, looking around suspiciously before dragging him into a shed that was nearby.

“Hey!” Ichigo protested, his eyebrows furrowing.

Hisagi ignored him and pushed him into the dark shed, closing the door firmly behind them.

“What’s the deal!? I can barely see anything in here!” Ichigo said hotly, Hisagi made out his form in the dim light, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.

“I told you I wanted you to prove it.” Hisagi replied a little huskily.

“Eh? I was just going to bring pictures of me as a kid or something.” Ichigo was confused, that much was obvious, clearly not understanding what this had to do with being in the shed.

“Nah, I want to see if the bottom matches the top.”

“Fuck you!” Ichigo yelled and made to leave but Hisagi moved quicker, grabbing his shoulders from behind.

“I guess you do bleach then.” Hisagi said mockingly.

Ichigo could feel his face burning as Hisagi’s hands shifted from his shoulders to his hips, then moved to the front right above his jeans. He could feel Hisagi’s body pressed up against him and the unmistakable bulge of his erection through their clothes.

“What are you doing?” Ichigo asked in surprise and confusion, lifting his hands to try and push Hisagi’s away, but not able to.

“I want to see for myself.” Hisagi murmured into Ichigo’s ear, ignoring the nails digging into his arms as he undid Ichigo’s jeans and pushed his boxers down. Soft curls of orange hair trailed down Ichigo’s stomach, his half-hard penis resting against them. “I guess it is natural.” He cupped the orange-haired teen’s penis and slid his fingers through the orange hair. “Turn around.”

Ichigo shook his head, closing his eyes tightly in denial so Hisagi turned him around himself. Ichigo stumbled over his feet a little and then he was being pushed against one of the tables.

“Ah!” Ichigo cried out in surprise in pleasure as Hisagi sank to his knees and slid his mouth over Ichigo’s hard penis. He smiled around him as he looked up to see Ichigo’s flushed, panting face and hands clenched over the edge of the table. He was breathing hard and his eyes were clenched shut, trying to fight against the inevitable pleasure.

“I can’t decide what you taste like.” Hisagi said, swirling his tongue over the head of his penis. “Oranges…or Strawberries.”

“Bastard!” Ichigo gasped, knees visibly shaking.

“You’re so cold to me.” Hisagi pulled away from Ichigo’s erection and pulled Ichigo’s pants down until the rested around his ankles. “Lift your feet.” Ichigo hesitantly stepped out of his pants, shivering slightly at the slightly chilly air. “You’ll be warmed up soon enough.” Hisagi reassured, pressing soft kisses along Ichigo’s thigh and running his hands over the back of his legs and up to his ass.

He gave a lick to Ichigo’s hip bone and moved upward, biting at his nipples and sucking on his collar bone. Ichigo’s breathing was becoming steadily faster as the attractive dark haired man nipped his chin then kissed him on the lips for the first time. Hisagi’s hands didn’t stop moving, over Ichigo’s back, down to grip his ass, in between his thighs… Ichigo mumbled into the kiss and wrapped his arms loosely behind Hisagi’s neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

Hisagi was slightly taken aback by Ichigo’s passion, but swiftly began to plunder Ichigo’s mouth, thrusting his tongue in and biting his lips. Ichigo squirmed a little at the sudden assault and pushed at Hisagi’s chest so he could breath. Hisagi pulled away and Ichigo gasped for oxygen.

“Here.” Hisagi offered his fingers to Ichigo, running them over his lip and pushing his jaw down gently to slip them inside of his mouth.

Ichigo took them, furrowing his eyebrow in confusion. He circled them slowly, not sure what the other man was looking for. It was oddly pleasurable, taking those digits into his mouth and sucking on them. He ran his tongue over the fingernails and swallowed the access of saliva flowing in his mouth. Hisagi reluctantly pulled his fingers away and moved them behind Ichigo, gently teasing his entrance.

Ichigo furrowed his eyebrows at the sensation of the fingers sliding over his entrance. It felt strange to be touched there. His body jerked as Hisagi slid one in. “Ah!” He let out a slight cry and bit his lip to stifle it.

“Sh…” Hisagi whispered to Ichigo. “We don’t want anyone finding us, do we?” Ichigo shook his head. “As much as I want to hear you, we’ll have to leave that for another time, yeah?”

“An-oth-er time?” Ichigo spoke haltingly and clenched his eyes shut as Hisagi added a second finger.

“Hm…I’m not in the habit of letting my things go.” Hisagi said seriously, spreading his fingers and pushing them deeper into Ichigo.

“Gah!” Ichigo trembled as his prostate was brushed. “Thing?” He asked, insulted.

“You know what I mean.” Hisagi added a third finger and Ichigo arched his back, his hands grappling at the other man’s shoulders at the pain.

“F-fuck…” The younger teen muttered.

Hisagi removed his fingers and stripped off his shirt. After a seconds thought he pushed his pants down all the way and stepped out of them. Ichigo’s eyes moved over what he could see of the man’s body in the dim light.

“Like what you see?” Hisagi said cockily and struck a pose. Ichigo narrowed his eyes and huffed, not replying. Hisagi just smirked more and lifted Ichigo up so he was sitting on the table. Hisagi splayed his hand flat behind Ichigo’s head and stared down at him. “You ready?”

Ichigo returned the stare, neither of them blinking as an unspoken communication passed between them. “Yeah.”

Hisagi leaned down and kissed him, grabbing his hands and entwining them on either side of Ichigo’s head. He pressed his hips forward slowly, pausing when Ichigo tensed up.

“Agh!” Ichigo let out a small cry that was smothered by Hisagi’s mouth. His hands trembled in the other man’s grip and he breathed sharply through his nose.

Hisagi continued to push the rest of the way in, pulling his mouth away when he was fully seated. Ichigo’s chest heaved up and down rapidly and his body shivered slightly from the chill over his sweaty body and the deep ache in his back.

“I’m moving now.” The dark-haired teen murmured against the younger’s ear and slowly slid out until just the head of his penis was in and pushed back in.

Ichigo arched his back at first, gasping for breath and grinding his teeth. Hisagi released his tight grip on Ichigo’s hands and gripped the back of Ichigo’s head, kissing Ichigo deeply while his other rubbed his hip gently, and then moved to pump his erection. Ichigo groaned into the kiss and jerked suddenly when his prostate was hit.

Hisagi smirked and thrust against it again, hard and fast. Ichigo cried out and pushed back to meet the penetration. Just when Hisagi thought he couldn’t get any sexier, Ichigo wrapped his legs around Hisagi’s back and pulled him closer.

“Ngh!” Ichigo moaned as Hisagi started to slam into him, the table thumping hard against the wall with every thrust.

“Shit!” Hisagi hissed as he neared his climax, trying to force it away until Ichigo came. “Come on!” Hisagi muttered, quickening the motion of his hand and biting down on Ichigo’s shoulder.

Ichigo bucked and his body spasmed as he came over Hisagi’s hand. Hisagi growled as he felt Ichigo contract around him and pumped in a few more times before coming himself.

They both panted for a few moments, distantly aware that the bell was ringing, signaling the end of the day. Ichigo stirred first, shifting underneath Hisagi’s weight and squirming at the sensation of Hisagi inside of him.

“We gotta do that again.” Hisagi mumbled and pulled out, eyeing Ichigo’s body lustfully even though they just finished.

“Yeah, yeah, just give me a few days to recuperate.” Ichigo muttered as he stood up, wincing.

“Hm, I guess I can do that.” Hisagi said, scratching the back of his head. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to leave you alone.”

“I doubt I could stop you.” Ichigo mumbled to himself as he stepped into his clothing.

“Nope.” Hisagi said smugly and hugged Ichigo around the middle from behind. “You’re not getting away.”

“Whatever.” Ichigo muttered nonchalantly, but his blush betrayed him.

“And now I know you don’t bleach!”

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I had to put in that last line. I know this is OOC, but it’s my first time writing Hisagi.

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