A/N: I had to, I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. I've had this in mind for ages and finally wrote it out. I'm thinking of making a few more drabbles on this theme, but I am not sure yet.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Kurosaki Ichigo has always known Inoue Orihime to be a woman of strange tastes.

He had seen her put wasabi and bean paste on all her food for years. He had seen her dress modestly when all the girls of their year, outside of class, put on more revealing and daring outfits, showing off their legs and cleavage where they could. She was eccentric. But then, it seemed that the people he chose as friends always were a little different. Midgets, tattooed monkeys, overly attached young boys, big hulking Mexicans who seldom spoke. The women in his life tended to always have a way to make their fists meet his face. Somewhere in all of that, he had become friends with their school's brainy, beautiful airhead.

And then, her boyfriend.

To be honest, he was still dumbstruck over how she had been the one to confess. He almost blushed remembering her confession of her strange penchant for his scowl. Looking back, she was so beautiful that day- and every day too- but that day in particular. With the way she nervously played with her hair to the way that pretty blush stained her cheeks and the way she said his given name for the first time, he always wanted to protect her innocence.

So then why was she currently at eye level with his crotch?

"Ichigo-kun, I can't get this button," she said, fumbling around.

"Orihime, you really don't have to do this…"

"I really want to! I read that boys like this, and Rangiku said so and I want to try making Kurosaki-kun feel good!" She blushed despite the conviction in her words, looking up at him. "Urngh, got it!"

"You haven't called me Kurosaki-kun since before we started dating…Ohh..." With the velvety feel of her mouth wrapping around him, he couldn't help but groan.

His fingers curled in her auburn locks, wishing she'd take him deeper, and groaned when he got just what he wished for. He looked up to the ceiling, trying to last longer, trying to enjoy this sweet torture the love of his life was giving him for the first time ever. Nothing had ever felt this way, especially not the nights he spent stroking his throbbing cock thinking of her. His hand couldn't compare.

Watching her boyfriend's pained face, she stopped, pulling him out of her mouth with a pop, "Are you ok? Am I hurting you?"

"No, oh God, please keep going," he growled, "It feels amazing."

With his cock still in her mouth, he could barely understand her triumphant, "Ya phee Itshigo-kun? I thold you it vould feel gud!" She enthusiastically went back to sucking and bobbing her head around his length. Every slurp sent shivers down his spine. When she moaned delicately around him, he almost exploded.

"Orihime, I'm…"

She looked up at him with bright eyes, and nodded her head. He came, shuddering, caressing her, and whispering, "I love you, Orihime," as he twitched and emptied himself inside her. So immersed in his orgasm was he, that he did not notice a strange look on her face. As she pulled him from her mouth, her eyes closed in pleasure, keeping his seed on her tongue.

She swallowed it.

"Ichigo-kun, you taste amazing! I wonder what it'd taste like with bean paste…"

Kurosaki Ichigo passed out, unaware of what waited for him in the future.

"Ichigo-kun? Ichigo? Are you okay?

I have a dirty mind.