Kurosaki Ichigo, Male Gigolo | By : AndrewJoshuaTalon Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 32337 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7 |
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Kurosaki Ichigo: Seireitei Gigolo
By Andrew J. Talon and The EroSennin
Based upon an idea by byakuryuu
Author's Note: I know, it's tough being a regular reader of mine. Hopefully this lemon chapter will improve your spirits.
WARNING: THIS IS A LEMON CHAPTER WITH SEX BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU BECAUSE I TOTALLY DID.
Ichigo wasn't entirely sure what to make of Inoue, of all people, hiring him. He wasn't even aware she knew about his job. He hadn't actively discouraged knowledge of it, but he hadn't exactly advertised it in the Real World, either. He had the distinct impression Tatsuki might beat the shit out of him if he did.
He didn't want to think about what his father might do. Hell no.
So, Ichigo walked up to Orihime's apartment, in Bankai form as Orihime's note had asked him to be, completely invisible to the mundane eye. He knocked on the door, and at a soft "come in", he entered. He stopped short on the threshold at the sight that greeted him.
Orihime was standing in the center of the room, which had been painted white and left with only the most basic of furniture. Orihime herself was dressed in the clothing she'd been given in Los Noches, contrasting sharply with her bright orange hair.
She was looking out the window, and slowly turned to the door, a heartbreakingly sad look on her face. Then her eyes rested on him. She seemed to realize who he was, and she smiled, seemingly brightening the whole room up. Ichigo blinked, jaw dropping.
Seductive women, he could handle. But this... This was...
"Kurosaki-kun... You... You came!" She said happily. Ichigo stepped in and shut the door behind him.
"Inoue... What...?"
"You came to save me," Orihime continued, moving forward and hugging him tightly. Her shoulders were shaking, and she sniffled, nuzzling his chest so warmly Ichigo blushed.
"Inoue, what's all this? What's-?"
"Shh," Orihime whispered, looking up at Ichigo with a small pout. "Don't break the fourth wall, Kurosaki-kun!"
Ichigo blinked at Orihime, and then took a deep breath.
It's just a job, he reminded himself. Just get into character. It should be easy for you-After all... You're playing you.
Which was, well... More than a little... Weird? Not disturbing, not unpleasant but...
Mind on the task, Kurosaki...
"Of course I did," Ichigo said, shaking his head and lightly holding Orihime against him. "You didn't think I'd leave you, did you?"
"Never," Orihime said, smiling brightly up at him. "I n-never gave up hope... That's what I... I love about you, Kurosaki-kun."
"Um..." Ichigo tried as Orihime began to run her hands over his back. "Inoue..."
"Kurosaki-kun... Ulqiorra, he..." She looked away from him. Ichigo felt a burst of rage fill his heart, and he gently but firmly took Orihime's chin in his hand and moved her head to look at him.
"What? What did he do?" Any mention of that bastard still made Ichigo angry and confused.
She looked up at him forlornly. "Kurosaki-kun, he... When he brought me here... He told me... Told me I belonged to them. To Aizen, to the Espada... My powers, my soul... M-My body..."
Ichigo's eyes widened. No... She couldn't... They couldn't have...! At once his mind began to work furiously. Inoue was always so kind, so quiet, that if any of the Espada had tried something with her... Was she using this session to express what she couldn't in real life out of shame?
Just like with Rukia...
"Kurosaki-kun, please," Inoue broke into his thoughts, her hand gently resting on the side of his face. His attention returned to her, and his eyes softened at the lonely look on her face.
"Kurosaki-kun... I... I don't want my body to be owned by them anymore..."
"It isn't," Ichigo growled. "It never was. The bastards don't have any right. They're not worthy of owning any part of you." Those were Ichigo's honest feelings on the matter, period. Inoue smiled up at him, and her eyes glistened. Ichigo briefly reflected that Orihime would make for one hell of an actress.
"No... But you are."
Ichigo stared at her. "Huh?"
"You... Kurosaki-kun has fought so hard... Nearly died, so many times, all just for me..." She sniffled a bit. "I... I don't think I could ever repay you."
"You don't have to-" Ichigo tried, but Inoue cut him off.
"But I do, Kurosaki-kun. It's something you deserve... Something I want you to have. You're the only one... The only one I would ever want to own me. Own my soul and body." She bowed her head and rested her brow against his chest.
"So please, Kurosaki-kun... Please... Claim me. Make me your own..."
"I-Inoue," Ichigo murmured, his free hand coming up to rest on the top of her head comfortingly.
"Orihime."
Ichigo blinked. Orihime looked up at him, eyes resolute, even as her hands shook running over his back.
"What?"
"Please, Kurosaki-kun... C-Call me Orihime," she spoke quietly, seriously. "Please... I... I want to hear you say my name. I want you to call me by it."
"... Orihime," he murmured thoughtfully, as though tasting the word. Orihime shivered and breathed hard.
"S-Say it again... Please..."
"Orihime," he said, tilting her chin up and bending down to kiss her. She moaned quietly against his lips and shivered as his arms encircled her waist.
"Haa... A-Again, ohhh," Orihime sighed as Ichigo led her over to the futon and laid her down upon it. He locked eyes with her.
"Orihime..."
"Ohhhh... K-Kurosaki, haaaa..."
His hands immediately went for her breasts, massaging them through her top. They were warm and firm, and clearly incredibly sensitive with how she tensed and moaned. Brushing his thumbs over her nipples yielded a low, sexy sigh, and Ichigo immediately repeated the motion.
"Oh… Ohhhhh…"
They hardened, poking out through her dress. Ichigo lowered his lips and kissed them, amazed at how thin the fabric really was.
Orihime gasped as Ichigo pulled open her top jacket, lips going to her throat and covering it in light, teasing kisses.
"Kurosakiii…" She licked her lips and released a sexy sigh. Ichigo kissed up to her chin, and the gently brushed his lips over hers.
"Mmm…" She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue against his lips, urging them open. Ichigo responded in kind, and pushed his tongue into her mouth. His tongue traced her teeth and gums, his hands continuing to fondle and massage her large breasts.
"Hnn… Mmngh…" Orihime's hands weren't idle. Energetically, they ran over his chest, back and sides, enjoying the warmth and firmness she felt through the relatively thin coat. It seemed just as alive as Ichigo, that same feel of his reiatsu-Burning like a fire she could not help but be drawn to.
Orihime felt up to the back of his head, and cooed as her fingers went through his hair, a longtime fantasy fulfilled as she played and wondered at his bright orange locks. Ichigo's kiss deepened, applying suction to bring Orihime's tongue into his mouth. With a gentle nuzzle against her nose, his teeth nibbled on the tip of her tongue. It all felt wonderful, even this small gesture, but her breasts and the things he was doing to them ate up most of Orihime's attention.
"Hnnnnghhh…"
They continued making out as Ichigo played with her breasts, sometimes with Ichigo in dominance, more rarely with Orihime, who explored his mouth and lips thoroughly with her own. Ichigo's tongue traced all over her red, pouting lips a final time before he pulled away. Orihime was confused only for a second, resolved when she saw Ichigo pull off his coat, revealing his bare chest. She then felt Ichigo's hands on her dress. He tugged it down, and she sucked in a deep breath upon the exposure of her breasts to his eyes.
Orihime's cheeks flushed even more deeply as his hands touched them. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out as a low moan.
"Ohhh…"
Even one layer of clothing gone between them made all the difference, the fire inside her belly now scorching. She trembled and arched her back, pressing her breasts harder against his hands.
"Ahhhnn… K-Kurosaki…" She murmured. Ichigo muffled her cries with another deep kiss. Breaking it, his mouth kissed down her throat, over her collar bone, and set down the trail between her breasts, which he held apart.
"Haaa… Auuu, K-Kurosaki… Please, s-suckle me," she gasped. Ichigo nodded, and with practiced ease took one of her nipples into his mouth. He applied a warm, wet suction to her teat, making her moan again.
"Ahhhnn… K-Kurosaki…" Orihime's hands went to his hair again, a warm smile on her face as she toyed with his locks. They were an endless source of fascination to her, how messy and spiky they were.
Ichigo increased the suction on Orihime's breast, and squeezed both of them. A strange taste made itself aware on his tongue, and his eyes glanced over to her other breast. His eyes widened.
"Hm?" He let go of her nipple and studied both of them. "Orihime…?"
Orihime blushed furiously. "Ah, um… W-When I'm… Um… Excited, I uh..."
"Lactate," he murmured, squeezing her breasts lightly again to see the milk bead on her nipples.
"Y-Yes… Ah… Oh! Ohhhh…" He'd gone back to suckling, with even more enthusiasm than before. Orihime moaned happily and pushed her chest up higher, wanting him to take as much of her milk as he could. The feeling of his lips and teeth coaxing her nipples made her already wet panties soaked, her scent filling the air.
"Ahhhnn… Ahhh… H-Harder, yes, th-theooohhhhh…" Orihime's eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned low as a small orgasm went off inside her. She took deep breaths, exhaled as moans as Ichigo continued to pleasure her. The hand that wasn't occupied with tenderly groping her breasts was moving all over her, caressing, pinching and rubbing every inch of her bare skin he could reach.
"K-Kurosakiii… Ahhnnn…" She jerked her hips up, and Ichigo stopped. He leaned back a little, and moved his hands to her pants. Trembling at the feel of his hands on her hips, Orihime nevertheless managed to lift her bottom up in order to allow Ichigo to pull her pants and boots off. These discarded, Ichigo once more appraised her, brown eyes taking in her toned legs, cute bellybutton, round hips, and soaked cotton white panties.
He slid down onto his stomach, his face mere centimeters from her warm mound. His breath washing over her made Orihime croon.
"Oooh…"
"You're so wet," he murmured, his fingertips gently running up her thighs. His lip quirked slightly at the ties on the sides of her panties, but decided to tease her a little more first. He was insanely hard at this point, every little noise, touch and smell of Orihime arousing him like almost no one else had, but this was her special, and he owed it to make her feel as good as she could.
"Ahhhnnn…" Orihime whined as Ichigo's tongue went over her soaked panties. She pouted.
"K-Kurosaki, haaa…"
"Mmm?" Ichigo murmured.
"D-Don't tease me… Please," she whispered. Her expression grew serious, while still remaining sexy.
"I… I want you to make me yours… Please…" Orihime murmured.
Ichigo's eyes seemed to darken, just a little, and he smirked back at her, looking every bit the predator. The look alone seemed to make Orihime orgasm, causing her to tremble.
"Mine?" He asked. His finger traced over her mound through the drenched cloth of her panties, making her moan.
"Y-Yours…"
"… Call me King," Ichigo whispered, finger pressing lightly against her entrance. Orihime gasped and came.
"K-King! Pl-Please! M-Make me yours!"
With a tear, her panties were gone and thrown into a corner. The moment she heard it hit the floor, her virginity was gone, Ichigo's hard member buried deeply inside her burning hot, tight pussy.
"AAAHHHNNN!" His strong hands took hold of her breasts as his lips crashed against hers, passionately kissing her and accepting her cries into his mouth. Contrary to his previous efforts, there was no gentleness as he took her. His thrusts were deep and rough, large cock spreading her open and pounding deeper into her without mercy. She could feel, in addition to the fucking, his balls slapping against her ass almost painfully, as his hands gripped her breasts almost uncomfortably tight.
She loved every second of it. Orihime wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her feet into the futon to thrust herself back up against him.
"HNNGH! MMPH! MMNGH!" Orihime's tongue dueled furiously with Ichigo's, their lips rubbing and sucking. Her fingernails dug into his back as he sped up even faster, making her breasts shake with each deep thrust. Ichigo broke the kiss and took her hair into his hand, tugging on it to get at her neck.
"Haaungh! Haaa! Haaa! K-King! King!" She cried out hotly.
"Haa! Haa! Do you, un, like being fucked by your King, Orihime?" Ichigo growled, rolling his hips as he penetrated her.
"Y-Yes! Yesss! I-I love being fucked by my King! My King! M-MY KIIIIIIEEEYYYAAHHH!" Her pussy clenched tightly around him, squeezing him hard and coaxing him for his seed. Ichigo groaned and kept going, pounding Orihime into the futon even harder.
"AH-AAAAAHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH!" She cried out happily, gushing all over Ichigo's cock as one orgasm turned into many. Every exhalation became a scream, either something incomprehensible or his name as loudly as she could manage.
Ichigo growled into her ear, cock shuttling in and out of her tight pussy. Her orgasms made her even slicker, and eroded his control away more and more, until…
"UNGH! O-Orihime, I-I'm cumming!" He groaned.
"YES! YES! C-CUM IN ME, K-KING! CUM IN MEEEEEE~!" Orihime screamed again, squirting all over his lower stomach. Ichigo responded by biting down onto her shoulder as he came, spurting over and over into her hungry womb. Orihime tightened her grip on Ichigo, holding him more tightly against her.
"Ooohhh… I-It's in me… In meee…" She crooned. Ichigo let her shoulder go, and licked at her neck as he finished cumming inside her. He pressed his nose against her neck and nuzzled her, taking slow, deep breaths.
"Hnnn…"
Orihime's body quieted, her grip on Ichigo loosening as she caught her breath. Her hands went over his back as she affectionately rubbed her cheek against his. He kissed her again, hands going up to cup her face.
"Mmmm…"
Orihime broke the kiss, and nuzzled him again with a small smile.
"King… Please… Again?"
Ichigo smirked a little. "Please? That's it?" He pulled out of her pussy half-way, and pushed back in, making her moan cutely.
"Ohhh… P-Please King… Ahn… Take me again…"
Ichigo looked her intently in the eyes. "Beg me..."
Orihime didn't hesitate for a second. "King, I'm begging you… Fuck me again." She moaned and reached her hands down as Ichigo pulled all the way out. Taking deep breaths, her fingers went to the sides of her pussy, and pulled the wet, pink lips open wide. A bit of his white seed trickled out of her hole, joining the small puddle of her juices underneath her ass.
"Please King… F-Fuck my pussy… L-Look, it's so pink… J-Just for you," she whispered. Ichigo needed no further encouragement, and the apartment was soon filled with Orihime's cries and screams once again.
Some time later, the two finally exhausted themselves and laid cuddled together on the futon. Orihime wore a surgically irremovable smile and even Ichigo wondered if he'd ever scowl again.
"Mmm..." Orihime sighed and nuzzled his chest. Her fingers played with his hair. "Thank you... Kurosaki-kun."
"It... It was nothing," Ichigo said quietly. He frowned thoughtfully at Orihime, serious despite the warmth of the afterglow. "Inoue... Orihime, I just..."
"Hm?"
"Why... This?" He asked. Orihime blushed, an incredible feat considering what they had been doing for the past couple of hours.
"Because... Because I..." She sighed and smiled at him. "It's my fantasy... And you fulfilled it. And I'm happy for it."
"You know... You know you don't have to hide anything from me, right?" He asked quietly. "If anything happened in Hueco Mundo, and... Um..."
Orihime smiled fondly at him, ruffling his hair.
"All that happened is that... I was rescued, Kurosaki-kun. You saved me. And that's... That's good enough for me."
"... But you wanted more... Didn't you?" Ichigo asked quietly. Orihime closed her eyes and looked away.
"... I think... I think my time is up, Kurosaki-kun," she spoke in a subdued tone. She slowly got up and knelt down, collecting Ichigo's clothing for him. He swallowed audibly, but got the hint, sitting up.
After cleaning himself up, and getting dressed, he was led to the door by Orihime, who still hadn't gotten dressed. She opened the door and gave him a warm smile.
"Thank you so much, Kurosaki-kun."
"... Ichigo," he spoke quietly. Orihime blinked, confusion on her face.
"Ah?"
He looked at her, the hint of a smile on his lips. "Ichigo... I want you to call me that, from now on Orihime."
"... Ichigo," she said with a smaller, but no less honest smile on her face. Ichigo nodded and turned to go, feeling conflicted and more than a little nervous... But the warmth in his heart concerning the big-busted girl had just gotten a lot bigger.
Orihime, for her part, watched Ichigo go, before closing the door and leaning against it, giggling happily. Originally, she had just wanted to... To do it so she could move on. Ichigo surely wouldn't want anything to do with her romantically. And his job... Made things more complicated. She just wanted to have him for a little while, pretend he had made her his own.
And now she found she loved him even more. And maybe... Maybe there was hope for her yet. Humming a happy tune, she walked (limped, actually) to the kitchen to get herself a snack.
Kuchiki Rukia had been scowling for the past four hours, seething as she watched the "action" from a building rooftop. She knew the nature of Ichigo's job. She had tried to keep her latent feelings for the hard-headed blond under wraps, telling herself she'd just hired him to gain some absolution, some peace of mind regarding Kaien.
The trouble was... It wasn't Kaien's name she had been screaming when she was with Ichigo.
She'd seen what Orihime had done... Seen how warmly Ichigo had looked at her, after they were done. Jealousy had pushed her to follow Ichigo around this day, and now it just seemed to justify it's existence.
That little, goddamned bitch... Ichigo... Ichigo is MINE, damnit!
She could deal with his job. There was no true love behind it. But what she'd just seen...
"Rukia."
"EEP!" Rukia squealed, jumping in shock. She turned and gasped at the sight of her big brother standing on the rooftop nearby, eyebrow raised. She stuttered out an explanation of some kind.
"I-I-I, it just, I was-!"
"Rukia," Byakuya said flatly, and Rukia was silent. Her older brother glanced at the apartment below, watching Ichigo emerge, out of bankai form. Rukia watched with him.
"When I married Hisana, nearly the entire clan was against it," he began. "A number of them even spread rumors that she had been a prostitute in Zaraki."
Rukia started, and stared at Byakuya. The Kuchiki lord's expression softened just a bit when he looked back at her.
"This was not true of course. She was too proud to sully her body that way... But it did not stop the rumors."
Rukia stared at him in silence. Byakuya sighed.
"But... Even if she had been, I would still have loved her. She was the same woman regardless. Compassionate, kind, understanding, patient..." Byakuya raised an eyebrow.
"And worth fighting for."
Rukia stared at Byakuya, and slowly smiled. He nodded to her.
"I also believe that Inoue is not the only person Kurosaki has rescued. Correct?"
"... Th-Thank you, Nii-sama," Rukia said gratefully. Already plans were forming in her sharp mind... But not before a question arose, which she directed to Byakuya as he was about to depart.
"Um... Nii-sama?"
"Yes, Rukia?"
"... Why are you here? And how did you know about what Inoue and Ichigo were, um...?"
Byakuya slowly turned his head to look at Rukia over his shoulder... And gave her a small shrug and even smaller smirk.
"We all have our hobbies, Rukia."
Byakuya vanished into flashstep, leaving a gobsmacked Rukia to stare after him.
Consider this your Christmas gift.
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