Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection
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Never Been Kissed
Pairing: Ikkaku x Ichigo
Summary: Ichigo is living in Soul Society. He and Ikkaku are drinking one night and it comes out that Ichigo has never been kissed. Ikkaku is happy to help him get over that.
WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, fingering, rough sex, ooc-ness, cuddling (I am so radical), and use of the word penis. (I am not making fun of anyone, I know it makes some people uncomfortable to hear/read that word.
08 Never Been Kissed
“You serious?” Ikkaku laughed out as he took another swig of sake. “I mean, for serious?”
“Yeah.” Ichigo replied back despairingly, not finding it in himself to be embarrassed. “Never been kissed.”
Ikkaku and Ichigo were sprawled out in Ikkaku’s room having some sake. Ikkaku was gaping at Ichigo like an idiot while Ichigo was getting steadily redder.
“Hah! I can’t believe that; look at all the girls throwing themselves at you.”
“They scare me.” Ichigo said with a frown.
Ikkaku burst out laughed, “Maybe you’re not into them.” He said slyly and gave Ichigo a perverted leer.
“Well obviously.” Ichigo said, not getting it.
“I mean, maybe you would prefer the less tender gender.” Ikkaku leaned closer to Ichigo and arched an eyebrow. “Somebody stronger…” Ichigo eyed Ikkaku warily as he slid his arm so it was resting on the ground behind Ichigo’s back.
Ikkaku leaned over slowly and just barely brushed his lips against Ichigo’s, testing the waters. Ichigo’s eyes fluttered closed and he opened his mouth slightly, Ikkaku smirked into the kiss and pressed closer, keeping his eyes open to drink in Ichigo’s reaction. He slid his hand up the orange-haired Shinigami’s back and cupped the back of his head.
When Ichigo still didn’t pull away Ikkaku slid his tongue along the inside of Ichigo’s lip, asking for entrance. Ichigo opened his mouth and allowed him in. Ikkaku eagerly slipped his tongue in and increased the intensity of the kiss. Ichigo ‘mphed’ in surprise but returned the kiss readily.
Ikkaku bit down on Ichigo’s lower lip and parted Ichigo’s kimono with one hand, delving in to stroke the smooth flesh. Ichigo shifted until he was straddling Ikkaku’s lap as they continued to kiss. Ichigo broke the kiss with a gasp when Ikkaku’s thumb brushed against his nipple.
“Fuck, Ikkaku…” Ichigo hissed in pleasure and took the initiative to shove Ikkaku’s kimono off of his shoulders. Ikkaku grunted in agreement to the action and slid his hands down the back of Ichigo’s hakama and tease his opening. Ichigo bucked his hips forward at the touch and let out a groan that made Ikkaku growl.
Ikkaku grabbed Ichigo’s bright orange hair and jerked his head to the side, baring his neck. “I’m a man.” He said forcefully with lust gleaming in his eyes. “A violent man. If you don’t want this, say so now because I’m not stopping.”
Ichigo winced at his hair being jerked so harshly and swallowed. “I want this.” He ran his hand over Ikkaku’s hard muscles. “I want //you//.” Ikkaku grinned in satisfaction and sank his teeth into the younger Shinigami’s neck. Ichigo gasped in reaction and brought his hand up to stifle his moans.
With a snarl, Ikkaku jerked the hands away and shoved Ichigo onto his futon. Not to be outdone, Ichigo brought his fingers to his lips and licked them wantonly, a light flush gracing his cheeks as Ikkaku watched him hungrily. He slowly trailed his wet fingers down his bare stomach and shoved his hakama down, allowing his erection to spring free. Ikkaku shifted uncomfortably as he viewed this display, his eyes narrowing with lust when Ichigo grabbed his penis and started to stroke himself.
Ikkaku decided that watching was definitely not enough to ease the pressure on his aching hard on, and batted Ichi’s hands away. Ichigo moaned in disappointment, and then screamed as Ikkaku took a hold of him and pulled at his erection roughly. It felt good, but it hurt a little bit too. Ikkaku gave him one last tug and then pushed Ichigo’s pants off the rest of the way.
The aroused strawberry reached down again to try and get himself off but Ikkaku’s eyes flared and he grabbed the hands, shoved them against the futon. He held them there with one of his forearms and spit on his fingers. Shoving his uke’s legs apart roughly, he thrust two of the fingers in and reveled in the high-pitched whine it produced.
“Yeah, you fucking take it.” Ikkaku sneered. Ichigo’s body twitched at the pain and the arched his back as the larger Shinigami pressed against his prostate. “That’s enough” He pulled away his fingers and shoved Ichigo onto his side. Ichigo peaked over his shoulder at Ikkaku curiously, his brown eyes widening as he took in the hard, thick length that the third seat revealed.
“That’s….going inside of me?” Ichigo asked with a hint of curiosity and fear.
“What did I tell you before?” The man lifted up Ichigo’s leg and put it over his shoulder.
“Not…stopping…” Ichigo managed to get out before Ikkaku thrust in.
The strawberry’s face twisted in a grimace as Ikkaku shoved his way in dryly. This was what he wanted… he wanted it…he wanted it!
“’kaku…” Ichigo mumbled and reached back with his hand to grab the nape of Ikkaku’s neck.
“What is it Ichi?” Ikkaku asked, leaning forward as he fought not to move, sweat dripping from his brow.
“I need you to move.”
Ikkaku didn’t ask why, even when it was obvious that Ichigo was still in pain. He simply did as requested, pulling out and thrusting in without abandon. Ichigo felt like he was being ripped open, he //knew// his delicate rectal tissue was torn somewhere, but it felt so good. It felt like he was being possessed, being owned. The pain was a delicious lick to his pleasure sensors; his prostate being stimulated only adding to the wave of bliss.
The other Shinigami was reaping just as much enjoyment giving the pain and pleasure to the younger man. The tight passage constricting around him aroused him beyond belief. He wanted to come inside of Ichi so badly, to fill him with his orgasm, but he wanted to push the orange-haired beauty over the edge first.
He pushed Ichigo onto his stomach and started to thrust erratically. Ichigo screamed into the pillow, hands scratching at the sheets as white fluid leaked from his penis. Pleasure overloaded his senses and he finally released, coming just from the sensation of Ikkaku inside of him. Ikkaku grunted and shoved himself in and out a few more times before coming as well, sighing as he pulled out of the limp body and flopping beside him.
“Now you can’t say you’ve never been kissed.” Ikkaku says, putting his hands behind his head with a smug grin.
Ichigo snorted in response and elbows Ikkaku in the side. “And fucked.”
“Yep.” Ikkaku said and gave a swat to Ichigo’s exposed back side. Ichigo groaned in response and rubbed his ass a little.
“That fucking hurts.”
“Did I spear you?” Ikkaku said with a chuckle at his pun.
Ichigo groaned and rolled onto his back carefully. “It feels like it.”
“You’ll get used to it, pussy.”
“We’ll see who is kicking whose ass tomorrow!” Ichigo snarled, too weak to do anything in that moment.
“I’m the one that just fucked your ass!” Ikkaku growled and rolled on top of Ichigo. “You want an encore to refresh your memory?”
“I think the burning sensation and bleeding in my ass does that just fine.” Ichigo grumbled and glared up at Ikkaku.
“Baby.” Ikkaku got up off of Ichigo and walked over to his sword. Opening the handle, he pulled out some of the healing salve. “Spread your legs.” Ichigo did so gratefully. His head nestled comfortably on the pillow as he relaxed. “I should give you that command more often, it seems like it worked.” Ikkaku said with a haughty grin.
“Maybe.” Ichigo said back coyly, then jerked as the cold fluid touched his entrance.
“Is that an invitation?” Ikkaku raised an eyebrow and shoved a finger into Ichigo’s abused rectum, making him jerk and bite his lip.
“…Maybe.”
Ikkaku snorted and moved his fingers around, pushing them in as deep as he could to heal as much damage as possible. Ichigo jerked and dug his hands in the sheets, glowering at Ikkaku in warning.
“I think I’m going to need to get more of this stuff.”
Ichigo snickered, then yawned and reached for the blanket which was just out of his grasp. Ikkaku grabbed it and pulled it up around them, wiping his messy fingers on Ichigo’s stomach.
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
“…”
“But you’re //my// bitch.” Ikkaku added knowingly.
“Don’t get cocky.”
Ikkaku frowned, and then smiled smugly. “You know exactly how cocky I am.”
“…”
“…”
“Do you want to cuddle or not?”
“We’re not cuddling, we’re sharing body heat.” Ikkaku explained as he cuddled closer to Ichigo, pulling him against his chest.
“Heh, //right//.”
“Bitch.” Ikkaku mumbled again. Ichigo was too tired to respond. They were both men and neither of them did anything ‘gently.’ Well, not that they would admit.
LINE
In case you didn’t get the spear thing…Ikkaku’s zanpakuto looks like a spear in shikai release. I think that’s it at least…
For those who are interested, I just put a NnoitraxIchigo fic out if you want to read it.
Summary: Ichigo is living in Soul Society. He and Ikkaku are drinking one night and it comes out that Ichigo has never been kissed. Ikkaku is happy to help him get over that.
WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, fingering, rough sex, ooc-ness, cuddling (I am so radical), and use of the word penis. (I am not making fun of anyone, I know it makes some people uncomfortable to hear/read that word.
08 Never Been Kissed
“You serious?” Ikkaku laughed out as he took another swig of sake. “I mean, for serious?”
“Yeah.” Ichigo replied back despairingly, not finding it in himself to be embarrassed. “Never been kissed.”
Ikkaku and Ichigo were sprawled out in Ikkaku’s room having some sake. Ikkaku was gaping at Ichigo like an idiot while Ichigo was getting steadily redder.
“Hah! I can’t believe that; look at all the girls throwing themselves at you.”
“They scare me.” Ichigo said with a frown.
Ikkaku burst out laughed, “Maybe you’re not into them.” He said slyly and gave Ichigo a perverted leer.
“Well obviously.” Ichigo said, not getting it.
“I mean, maybe you would prefer the less tender gender.” Ikkaku leaned closer to Ichigo and arched an eyebrow. “Somebody stronger…” Ichigo eyed Ikkaku warily as he slid his arm so it was resting on the ground behind Ichigo’s back.
Ikkaku leaned over slowly and just barely brushed his lips against Ichigo’s, testing the waters. Ichigo’s eyes fluttered closed and he opened his mouth slightly, Ikkaku smirked into the kiss and pressed closer, keeping his eyes open to drink in Ichigo’s reaction. He slid his hand up the orange-haired Shinigami’s back and cupped the back of his head.
When Ichigo still didn’t pull away Ikkaku slid his tongue along the inside of Ichigo’s lip, asking for entrance. Ichigo opened his mouth and allowed him in. Ikkaku eagerly slipped his tongue in and increased the intensity of the kiss. Ichigo ‘mphed’ in surprise but returned the kiss readily.
Ikkaku bit down on Ichigo’s lower lip and parted Ichigo’s kimono with one hand, delving in to stroke the smooth flesh. Ichigo shifted until he was straddling Ikkaku’s lap as they continued to kiss. Ichigo broke the kiss with a gasp when Ikkaku’s thumb brushed against his nipple.
“Fuck, Ikkaku…” Ichigo hissed in pleasure and took the initiative to shove Ikkaku’s kimono off of his shoulders. Ikkaku grunted in agreement to the action and slid his hands down the back of Ichigo’s hakama and tease his opening. Ichigo bucked his hips forward at the touch and let out a groan that made Ikkaku growl.
Ikkaku grabbed Ichigo’s bright orange hair and jerked his head to the side, baring his neck. “I’m a man.” He said forcefully with lust gleaming in his eyes. “A violent man. If you don’t want this, say so now because I’m not stopping.”
Ichigo winced at his hair being jerked so harshly and swallowed. “I want this.” He ran his hand over Ikkaku’s hard muscles. “I want //you//.” Ikkaku grinned in satisfaction and sank his teeth into the younger Shinigami’s neck. Ichigo gasped in reaction and brought his hand up to stifle his moans.
With a snarl, Ikkaku jerked the hands away and shoved Ichigo onto his futon. Not to be outdone, Ichigo brought his fingers to his lips and licked them wantonly, a light flush gracing his cheeks as Ikkaku watched him hungrily. He slowly trailed his wet fingers down his bare stomach and shoved his hakama down, allowing his erection to spring free. Ikkaku shifted uncomfortably as he viewed this display, his eyes narrowing with lust when Ichigo grabbed his penis and started to stroke himself.
Ikkaku decided that watching was definitely not enough to ease the pressure on his aching hard on, and batted Ichi’s hands away. Ichigo moaned in disappointment, and then screamed as Ikkaku took a hold of him and pulled at his erection roughly. It felt good, but it hurt a little bit too. Ikkaku gave him one last tug and then pushed Ichigo’s pants off the rest of the way.
The aroused strawberry reached down again to try and get himself off but Ikkaku’s eyes flared and he grabbed the hands, shoved them against the futon. He held them there with one of his forearms and spit on his fingers. Shoving his uke’s legs apart roughly, he thrust two of the fingers in and reveled in the high-pitched whine it produced.
“Yeah, you fucking take it.” Ikkaku sneered. Ichigo’s body twitched at the pain and the arched his back as the larger Shinigami pressed against his prostate. “That’s enough” He pulled away his fingers and shoved Ichigo onto his side. Ichigo peaked over his shoulder at Ikkaku curiously, his brown eyes widening as he took in the hard, thick length that the third seat revealed.
“That’s….going inside of me?” Ichigo asked with a hint of curiosity and fear.
“What did I tell you before?” The man lifted up Ichigo’s leg and put it over his shoulder.
“Not…stopping…” Ichigo managed to get out before Ikkaku thrust in.
The strawberry’s face twisted in a grimace as Ikkaku shoved his way in dryly. This was what he wanted… he wanted it…he wanted it!
“’kaku…” Ichigo mumbled and reached back with his hand to grab the nape of Ikkaku’s neck.
“What is it Ichi?” Ikkaku asked, leaning forward as he fought not to move, sweat dripping from his brow.
“I need you to move.”
Ikkaku didn’t ask why, even when it was obvious that Ichigo was still in pain. He simply did as requested, pulling out and thrusting in without abandon. Ichigo felt like he was being ripped open, he //knew// his delicate rectal tissue was torn somewhere, but it felt so good. It felt like he was being possessed, being owned. The pain was a delicious lick to his pleasure sensors; his prostate being stimulated only adding to the wave of bliss.
The other Shinigami was reaping just as much enjoyment giving the pain and pleasure to the younger man. The tight passage constricting around him aroused him beyond belief. He wanted to come inside of Ichi so badly, to fill him with his orgasm, but he wanted to push the orange-haired beauty over the edge first.
He pushed Ichigo onto his stomach and started to thrust erratically. Ichigo screamed into the pillow, hands scratching at the sheets as white fluid leaked from his penis. Pleasure overloaded his senses and he finally released, coming just from the sensation of Ikkaku inside of him. Ikkaku grunted and shoved himself in and out a few more times before coming as well, sighing as he pulled out of the limp body and flopping beside him.
“Now you can’t say you’ve never been kissed.” Ikkaku says, putting his hands behind his head with a smug grin.
Ichigo snorted in response and elbows Ikkaku in the side. “And fucked.”
“Yep.” Ikkaku said and gave a swat to Ichigo’s exposed back side. Ichigo groaned in response and rubbed his ass a little.
“That fucking hurts.”
“Did I spear you?” Ikkaku said with a chuckle at his pun.
Ichigo groaned and rolled onto his back carefully. “It feels like it.”
“You’ll get used to it, pussy.”
“We’ll see who is kicking whose ass tomorrow!” Ichigo snarled, too weak to do anything in that moment.
“I’m the one that just fucked your ass!” Ikkaku growled and rolled on top of Ichigo. “You want an encore to refresh your memory?”
“I think the burning sensation and bleeding in my ass does that just fine.” Ichigo grumbled and glared up at Ikkaku.
“Baby.” Ikkaku got up off of Ichigo and walked over to his sword. Opening the handle, he pulled out some of the healing salve. “Spread your legs.” Ichigo did so gratefully. His head nestled comfortably on the pillow as he relaxed. “I should give you that command more often, it seems like it worked.” Ikkaku said with a haughty grin.
“Maybe.” Ichigo said back coyly, then jerked as the cold fluid touched his entrance.
“Is that an invitation?” Ikkaku raised an eyebrow and shoved a finger into Ichigo’s abused rectum, making him jerk and bite his lip.
“…Maybe.”
Ikkaku snorted and moved his fingers around, pushing them in as deep as he could to heal as much damage as possible. Ichigo jerked and dug his hands in the sheets, glowering at Ikkaku in warning.
“I think I’m going to need to get more of this stuff.”
Ichigo snickered, then yawned and reached for the blanket which was just out of his grasp. Ikkaku grabbed it and pulled it up around them, wiping his messy fingers on Ichigo’s stomach.
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
“…”
“But you’re //my// bitch.” Ikkaku added knowingly.
“Don’t get cocky.”
Ikkaku frowned, and then smiled smugly. “You know exactly how cocky I am.”
“…”
“…”
“Do you want to cuddle or not?”
“We’re not cuddling, we’re sharing body heat.” Ikkaku explained as he cuddled closer to Ichigo, pulling him against his chest.
“Heh, //right//.”
“Bitch.” Ikkaku mumbled again. Ichigo was too tired to respond. They were both men and neither of them did anything ‘gently.’ Well, not that they would admit.
LINE
In case you didn’t get the spear thing…Ikkaku’s zanpakuto looks like a spear in shikai release. I think that’s it at least…
For those who are interested, I just put a NnoitraxIchigo fic out if you want to read it.