Smoking Hipsters


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Summary: Rukia is an anorexic nineteen year old who works at a vinyl record and bookstore in Karakura Town. When the new local band, Smoking Hipsters, is playing at an underground bar, Rukia decides to go. She sees Ichigo there: a hot, Supreme-wearing, guitar-playing, and smoking twenty year old that looks like he just waltzed out of a hipster's Tumblr account. Things soon get very smokey, very fast.

Rating: M (for language, underage drinking, sex, drugs, you name it…)

Written By: Liym Enello

Blog: Link: [ smokinghipsters . blogspot . com ] remove brackets and spaces.


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Rukia tapped her baby blue iPhone against her bony knee. She watched the old, rickety fans up above spew their waves of air, and sighed. It was hot. So hot. It was early in the morning, about eleven o'clock. The temperature was supposed to reach 104 degrees in the afternoon, but it already felt like a boiler room in her apartment.

"Fuck." Rukia leaned her head back against the couch. The fans weren't enough. And her A/C had apparently decided not to work at all today.

Lazy bastard.

Rukia jumped up from the couch, grabbed her bag, and headed out of her apartment without a second thought. She needed to go somewhere, anywhere that wasn't her scorching habitat. She thought of calling Orihime and crashing at her place, but remembered that her best friend was already on her way to visit Soka. Damn it all.

She let her feet carry her wherever they wanted to go. She didn't care. But after a few moments, when Rukia finally lifted up her head, she was facing the menacing stairs leading down to Urahara's underground bar. Rukia rolled her eyes at her impending doom. What else would you do by yourself in the early morning? Day Drink, of course.

Since it wasn't late at night, the bar's bouncer, Chad, wasn't there to greet her. Rukia let herself in, and breathed in the all-too-familiar and comforting smell of old cigarette smoke. She sighed in relief when a wave of conditioned air assaulted her overheated skin.

"Yo, Rukia!" Urahara called from across the bar. He seemed to be fiddling with one of the amps set up on stage. "You're here earlier than usual."

"Shut up." The pink-haired girl replied snarkily. "I need a drink."

"You always do."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rukia raised an eyebrow at the middle-aged barista and cocked her hips slightly to the side. Urahara simply waved off her question and approaches the bar, searching for Rukia's favorite drink. Rukia slid into a bar stool, put her elbows up on the glossy finish of the bar, and pouted. This was going to be a shitty day, she knew it already.

Urahara passed Rukia her drink, nonchalantly. He picked up a dirty glass behind the bar and started to polish it with the white cloth he keeps draped over one shoulder. Rukia downed the Morgan & Coke in one gulp, and nodded to Urahara to give her another. Urahara simply rolled his eyes and poured Rukia another drink, with double the contents of the last.

"Oi, Urahara! Are you in here?" Ichigo's voice boomed behind the red stage curtain.

Why does she keep running into this boy? Rukia slammed her head down on the bar with a loud thunk, and sighed deeply. Her day is getting shittier… and shittier…

"Yeah, in here, my precious Ichi!" Urahara shouts in the other man's direction.

"Don't call me that, you fu—" Ichigo's insult cut off sharply when his eyes drink in Rukia's distressed and slumped form. "Well, isn't this a lovely surprise."

Oh. My. God.

Rukia groaned, and blindly searched for her drink, her arm flailing around. Urahara chuckled under his breath and slid the glass into her open hand. She tightened her hold on the glass and held it to her lips, under the bar, her face still invisible to the two men. She took a long draught, and then set her drink back up on the bar.

"No, please, don't get up." Ichigo said sarcastically. "I'll just shake my own hand and tell myself hello."

Idiot. Such and idiot. Rukia huffed, her breath etching patterns onto the polished wood finish.

"So, Ichi, what do you need?"

Rukia can sense Ichigo's irritation at the sound of Urahara's nickname for him, and laughs quietly to herself.

"I, um, just came for our amp." Ichigo signaled to the device that Urahara was fiddling with earlier.

"Pretty sure that's mine." Urahara scratched the stubble on his chin, and gave Ichigo a suspicious look. "So you're trying to steal amps now? I know that Smoking Hipsters doesn't make much money, but never in my life would I think that you would have to resort to stealing to get extra cash!"

"Are you fucking with me, old man?" Ichigo seethes, and walked closer to the bar, ready to rip the old goat's throat out.

"No. That's my amp. Isn't it, Rukia?" The middle aged barista questions the young girl.

Rukia finally lifted up her head, and appraised the two. She raised an eyebrow at Ichigo's messy look. Ripped, plain white t-shirt. Muddy jeans. Boots. Un-styled hair. No Obey or Supreme hat in sight. That's strange—he's usually very put-together.

"What happened to you?" Rukia asked. "Rough night?"

"Don't worry about it." Ichigo ended the topic curtly. "Now tell the old man that's my amp!"

"Well, I'm not so sure." Rukia said sarcastically, rubbing her chin to add dramatic effect. "Last time I checked, Urahara had a lot of amps lying around…"

"Bullshit!" Ichigo barked. His eyes cut into Urahara like switchblades, ready to kill.

"Settle down, settle down." Urahara raised his hands above his head. "I surrender! If you and your band perform at my bar tonight, I'll give you the amp—free of charge."

"It's my amp; I should just take it right now, asshole!"

"Hush, hush." Urahara cuts the enraged boy off. "I'll still pay you—half—for your performance."

"Half?" Ichigo exclaimed. "But you hardly paid us at all last time!"

"Enough!" Rukia pounded her now-empty glass down on the bar, startling the two men, and raised her voice. "If Ichigo says the amp is his, then fucking give it to him!"

"But Rukia…" Urahara whined. Rukia reached over the bar and slapped Urahara straight across the face, leaving a dark pink mark in the shape of her thin fingers. Urahara rubbed his wounded cheek and whined. "Ruuu-kiaaa!"

"Shut up, you old bat." Rukia sighed, and gestured to Ichigo. "Well if you're gonna take the amp, then go get it!"

Ichigo stared at her and Urahara, slightly baffled by what just concurred, and then nodded. He jogged over to the stage and unplugged the amp, and hefted it up on one shoulder. "Thanks for sticking up for me," he chuckled slightly to himself. "I owe you."

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Rukia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her petite chest.

"I'll buy you a drink sometime." Ichigo winked at her, and left the bar through the back door behind the stage. Rukia sighed, staring at the still-moving curtain Ichigo left in his wake.

"Well, well, well!" Urahara slapped Rukia on the back. "I can feel the sexual tension escalating up to the heavens."

"What are you talking about, old man?"

"Oh common," Urahara scoffed at the small girl. "You want him."

"Do not!" Rukia defends herself. "I find him quite annoying and brash, actually."

"Mhm." Urahara murmurs suspiciously. "Whatevs. Just get out of my bar, will you?"

"But I want another drink!" Rukia complained.

"Go catch up with Strawberry, he'll buy you one!" Urahara threw his hands up in the air, spastically. "Now—out!"

Rukia growled menacingly at the bartender, grabbed her brown leather bag, and hopped up on the stage to use the back door. She could hear Urahara greeting some new customers from behind the red curtain, and decided to make a scene by slamming the back door—hard. Rukia smiled when she heard a surprised yelp escape Urahara as she headed out into the street.

"Hey, you—" a man's gruff voice resonated from across the busy street. Rukia squinted her eyes to get a closer look at the scene. Ichigo was in a dark alleyway, clearly visible from her vantage point, but invisible to any car passing on the street. There weren't a lot of people on the sidewalk, to notice the quarrel, either. Rukia furrowed her brows when the humongous man shoved Ichigo, sending him into the alley's muddy brick wall. "Where's my money, berry head?"

"I don't have it," Ichigo said when he regained his breath. Rukia gasped when the other man punched Ichigo square in the jaw, sending him flying back into the alley's wall again. Blood leaked out of his mouth. Ichigo rubbed his jaw, trying to get some feeling back into it.

Okay. Enough of this shit.

Rukia looked both ways, and hurriedly crossed the street. She approached the alleyway, her iPhone in hand in case she had to make a speedy 911 call.

"Hey!" Rukia shouted to Ichigo's attacker. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The large man appraised Rukia, and glared at her. "This isn't your business."

"Maybe not." Rukia gestured to her iPhone. "But it is the police's business."

The man laughed at Rukia, hands on his belly. "Clever girl!" He gave Ichigo one last shove, knocking him down onto the pavement, and walked towards Rukia. She braced herself, ready for an attack from the man, her iPhone clutched tightly in her hand.

"Brave little thing…" The man mused, and then turned on his heel and swaggered down the street towards the slums of Karakura, about three miles away from Rukia's neighborhood. Rukia watched the man until he had disappeared from sight, making sure that he really was leaving for good, then she rushed to Ichigo. He was sitting down, leaning against the wall that he had been shoved into more than a few times.

"You okay?" Rukia kneeled down, and touched his bruised cheek. Ichigo winced, and Rukia retracted her hand immediately. "Sorry."

Ichigo spit out a splotch of blood, and propped his head back against the wall, sighing. "Fucking cocksucker…"

"Tell me about it." The sides of Rukia's mouth curled up a bit. "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"Are you serious?"

"Well…"

"Please." Ichigo shrugged her off and slowly rose from his sitting position. He used to collar of his shirt to wipe his mouth, staining it a deep maroon color. "Thanks for your concern, but I'd rather not waste the doctor's time."

Rukia huffed, but didn't argue. Ichigo turned and started to walk away from her. Where the fuck was he going now? Probably to get into more trouble. Rukia was about to holler at him to stop, when he swiveled his head around to look over his shoulder and called out—"You comin', or not?"

"Where?" Rukia asked.

"My place. I owe you a drink."


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Ichigo's apartment was in the Rukongai district, about a fifteen minute walk away from Rukia's abode. Small world. It was small, kind of dirty, but a charming hipster bachelor pad, all the same. Ichigo stalked into his kitchen, with Rukia in tow. He motioned for Rukia to sit at the breakfast bar, and she complied.

"So who was that guy, anyway?" Rukia asked as Ichigo opened a cabinet and retrieved a bottle of vodka. He poured it into two small glasses, and put a dash of lime juice into it. A Kamikaze. Ichigo decided not to answer her question, and handed Rukia her drink. Rukia rolled her eyes at Ichigo's silence, and tasted the Kamikaze. Sour, but delicious. Ichigo took a drought of his, and then turned on the radio situated by the kitchen sink. The station was rock, but Ichigo turned the volume down while he searched for a CD.

"That's a horrible place to put a radio…" Rukia thought out loud.

"It's the only place in the kitchen with an open outlet." Ichigo answered.

"So why don't you put it in the living room?"

Ichigo shook his head, as if there was an obvious reason for having the radio in his kitchen. He took another swig from his drink. Rukia did the same. The silence was slightly awkward, but nothing Rukia couldn't handle.

Ichigo finally found the CD he was looking for—Led Zeppelins' fourth studio album. He shoved it into the radio, and selected a song.

Rukia nodded her approval as Stairway to Heaven started to play. "Interesting choice."

"It's the greatest rock song of all time." Ichigo said, downing his drink in one last gulp.

"Arguably." Rukia finished her drink as well. Ichigo made another two rounds. They quickly became empty glasses.

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

When she gets there she knows, if the stars are all close

With a word she can get what she came for.

Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

"You don't seem like the type who knows much about classic rock." Ichigo teased Rukia as he made a third round. "Therefore, your opinion is invalid."

"Please." Rukia used the same snarky tone as Ichigo did back in the alleyway. "My dad made me listen to classic rock back when I was little. It grew on me."

"I see." Ichigo swallowed his third round, starting to feel tipsy, and bold. "So what do you think is the greatest rock song of all time? And you can't say Dream On, or I'm kicking you out of my house."

Rukia mused on the subject for a few moments, sipping on her drink idly, and then spoke up. "Freebird."

Ichigo nodded, "Yeah, I guess I can't see that."

Rukia smiled at him smugly, and finished her third drink.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure

'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.

In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,

Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Silence ensued as the two hipsters enjoyed the song. The tempo started to heighten, as the song's rhythm gained momentum. Rukia slid off the bar stool, starting to feel pretty drunk from her three drinks here, and her couple Morgan & Coke's back at Urahara's bar. She started to swing her hips to the song, her eyes closed, hollow glass in hand with seconded as her dance partner. Ichigo took advantage of Rukia's temporary blindness to stare hungrily at her seductive, rolling hips clad in skin-tight black jeans. His foot started to tap along to the song.

And as we wind on down the road

Our shadows taller than our soul.

There walks a lady we all know

Who shines white light and wants to show

How everything still turns to gold.

Ichigo, feeling the effects of the alcohol muddling his brain, rushed over to Rukia and grabbed her hips. Rukia opened her eyes, surprised, but continued to dance. Ichigo grinded against her, groaning softly in his throat at the friction. Rukia put her hands on Ichigo's shoulders for support, leaning back to grind harder into Ichigo.

Well, the hormone-enraged young man had about enough. Ichigo's hand pawed at the gentle curve of Rukia's back as his hand slipped under her lacy shirt, feeling the smooth ivory skin underneath. He pushed her up to meet him, so their bodies were practically one entity, and captured her lips with his.

And if you listen very hard

The tune will come to you at last.

When all is one and one is all

To be a rock and not to roll.

Rukia gasped into his lips, somewhat stunned at the taste of blood in his mouth, but moved her lips just as fervently as he did. He dove his tongue into her waiting cavern, massaging her tongue with his. She fought back eagerly, all the sexual tension built up between them ever since their first song together two nights ago, becoming more and more apparent. She bit hard on his injured lip, causing Ichigo to whimper and moan at the same time. He assaulted her bottom lip with the same attitude, leaving it red and swollen.

Rukia's dark rosy lipstick mingled with Ichigo's lips, creating a mess of maroon between them as they clawed at each other.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

The song stopped, but the next one played automatically, matching the passionate effort of the couple. Ichigo's hands slipped under Rukia's slim thighs, and secured her legs around his waist. He was surprised by how light she was, like lifting a fucking puppy.

Or bunny. Ichigo thought to himself and smirked against Rukia's lips. He carried her over to his second-hand couch, pushing her down into the plush material. He ground his hips against hers, and Rukia wound her legs even tighter around him, her heels digging into his back. She slid her fingers through his bright orange hair, tugging at the strands and eliciting a groan from the young man.

"Fuck, Rukia." Ichigo murmured against her mouth, he disconnected from her lips, and attached them to the side of her mouth, working down to her jawline, her neck. He nipped at the heated skin there, feeling the pulse of blood against her skin. He licked his way down, earning a muddled moans from Rukia, and bit down on her collarbone. Rukia squealed, and her heels dug into his back harder. She tugged at his white t-shirt, ripping it into an even more depressed state than it was. Rukia decided to just fuck it, and shredded his shirt off all-together. It was ruined anyway. Her eyes drank in his tanned torso, the cut lines of his abs, the hard muscle rippling in his chest. Dark marks splattered his chest. Her hands automatically went out to touch them, brushing over his bruises with feather light touches. Ichigo shuddered against her fingers. His hands slipped under her shirt, his keen fingertips skimming Rukia's electric blue bra.

She slurred her approval, and Ichigo swiftly unhooked her bra, and tore it off her body, he stroked her perky breasts under her shirt, his mind going numb at the feel of them.

"Take your pants off." Rukia said.

He quickly submitted, kicking his dirty jeans off with fervor.

"Take yours off." He whispered into her ear. Rukia blushed, as he ground his hips against hers roughly.

"Help me." She said.

Ichigo unzipped her jeans, and worked his hand under them in order to rid Rukia of her damned skinny jeans. Disconnecting his lips from hers for a minute moment, he leaned back in order to peel off the black jeans. He threw those down on the floor too, and returned to Rukia.

The Led Zeppelin song faded away, only to reveal another one.

By now, Ichigo's erection was straining against his boxer briefs. Rukia wound her legs around Ichigo's waist again, and felt him harden against her. She trembled, and brought Ichigo's head down close to mouth to bite his neck. Ichigo hissed, and tangled his fingers into her long, pale pink hair, making mess of the silky strands.

"Bedroom?" Ichigo asked her.

He felt her nod against his neck.

Ichigo smiled, and rose from the couch with Rukia still clinging to him like a spider monkey. He practically sprinted down the hall, and entered his room. He threw her down on his black comforter, provoking a surprised yelp from Rukia. He smirked, and slowly crawled over Rukia's body. She leaned back against the dark red pillows, her eyes never breaking contact with him.

"Fuck, Rukia, I want you to sing in my band." Ichigo said huskily as he grabbed hold of Rukia's thin wrists, bringing her arms up above her head, successfully trapping the girl under him.

"Whatever you want." Rukia gasped. Ichigo smirked, obviously feeling very proud of himself. He grasped both of Rukia's wrists in only one hand and used the other to tear her thin, lacy shirt down the middle, revealing her breasts not only to his touch, but his eyes. He drank in the sight almost as greedily as a Kamikaze. He leaned down an plunged his tongue into her mouth again, exploring and tasting, taking and not giving.

The only thing left between them was their underwear.

"Fuck me," Rukia broke away from his mouth to gasp. He groaned with approval, and clawed at her electric blue panties that matched her bra. It accented her ivory skin with such harmony, that Ichigo almost wanted to pause to relish in the sight, but his hardening cock took command of his already-drunken brain, and tore those off just as easily as her shirt. Rukia's legs tugged Ichigo's boxers down. His cock sprang out, making Rukia's eyes widen at his girth. He rolled his hips against hers, the friction and heat between them almost unbearable.

Ichigo let go of Rukia's wrists to brace himself against her. Rukia clawed at his back, her sharp, native-print fingernails digging into his already-abused skin, causing Ichigo to hiss. He responded to her hard treatment by plunging his cock into her in one swift motion—hard. Rukia screamed. Her legs shook, and slipped from Ichigo's torso down onto the bed's black bedspread. She spread them wider, allowing Ichigo better access as he pounded into her, causing the headboard to crash against the wall of his apartment. Ichigo's hand slipped down her collarbone, feeling the bite mark he left there earlier, down her breasts, her toned stomach, reaching her clit.

"Fuck!" Rukia shouted as Ichigo started to rub frantically at the bundle of nerves. She could feel herself rising higher and higher. He continued to pound her, making her scream blasphemies into the oblivion above. Her lips opened in a silent scream as she came, her legs quivering, her toes curling. Ichigo cursed as he rode her throughout her orgasm, then groaned as he followed soon after, jerking into her a few more times before pulling out of her and collapsing at her side.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.


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A/N: Well damn. That's actually the first sex scene I've ever written, so reviews would be appreciated.

All songs in this chapter are fantastic, so everyone should listen to them if they're a fan of classic rock.