It's been way too long since I've written, so I got carried away! It might be lengthy, I am not entirely sure. First time posting anything smutty.
Oh, and my plan for this story is to have many parts with other pairings as well, focus being GrimmIchi, of course. But, yes, I plan to have more. Warnings: Smut. Mature things, fowl mouths. Dubcon. Word count: 4,823
Grimmjow's eyes slowly moved across the dark cemented ground. He was watching his prey. No. Not watching. He was stalking his prey. That was how hollows did this sort of thing anyway.
Currently said prey was sporting a thick, electric blue scarf around his neck that happened to cover his lips. It nearly had the arrancar in stitches with how similar that shade of blue was to the hair on top of his head. His hands were inside of his jeans' pockets. Tight jeans, Grimmjow might add.
How the teen's hands even had space to fit in there was out of his realm of comprehension.
It looked like his left hand was fumbling with something inside of the pocket. The arrancar didn't have a good view. He was perched on top of a building in front of Ichigo's house. He wanted to move closer to see his prey in a better light. Night sucked, and the dim light radiating from the street lamp was not helping. Moving would blow his cover. Not only that, it would ruin the element of surprise so he kept still.
Ichigo had no idea he was there.
Grimmjow was happy he had mastered the art of suppressing his reiatsu or he was sure the kid would be on his ass right now. Which was not in the plan. No, the plan was quite the opposite.
"Crap, I knew it."
The voice pierced the cool night air as the prey finally revealed what contents were inside of his pocket. He slammed the badge against his chest to push out into his shinigami form. Hurriedly looking around with a wary expression, he dragged his living form to a set of nicely-trimmed shrubs.
"Never can get any peace and quiet around here," the teen groaned.
A fine, blue eyebrow rose. Had he been detected? How? The teen was shit at feeling spiritual pressure unless it was literally pounding him down into the ground.
Pounding.
What a nice thought… But not now Grimmjow!
Looking around, the arrancar focused on feeling out any other presence in the vicinity. Fuck, soul reapers. That was not in the plan! Not like they knew his plan, but he wasn't ready to deal with those idiots at the moment. He was so close to snatching his berry and now those fucks had to ruin all of the fun.
He shifted his body underneath a dark shadow.
Grimmjow kept an eye on the teen below.
"What's going on? You send out a signal, but everything's fine!" Ichigo shouted. His eyes were raised to the sky. Two forms appeared. Rukia and Renji stood above the purple horizon. The large redhead had a smirk on his lips while the midget stared as cold as an iceberg in the middle of the Arctic Circle. What was their deal? Seriously, Grimmjow was getting just as pissed as the prey below.
"Everything is not fine." Rukia barked in that deep voice of hers. She was rather intimidating for a midget. Somehow, it suited her.
"Yea, Ichi, it's not. Ya know why?"
"Of course I know why, that's why I was asking why, you idiot! No, I don't know why!"
"Lower your voices, you two, we're not alone." The woman continued as she hit Renji's arm. "Didn't you feel it, Ichigo? We were sent to patrol and we immediately felt it."
"What are you—" his voice got lower. It filled with concern as the frustrated red wiped away from his cheeks. When had he gotten red? Grimmjow wasn't sure. The arrancar's eyes were continuously doing ping-pong between the people. "What are you saying, we're not alone? I wasn't alone?" Ichigo scanned the area. His eyebrows furrowed coming up with nothing.
"There was an arrancar, Ich, and actually…" Renji spoke with a thumb jutting over his shoulder.
"An espada, Ichigo. They were here for awhile… But now, it seems they are gone." Rukia cut in. Her fingers gripped the hilt of her zanpakuto settled on her hip. The response was instinctive from what Grimmjow could tell. She was talking about the enemy after all.
The teen was quiet for a couple of seconds.
He was probably wracking his brain for an answer, but it was clear he hadn't detected an espada within Karakura. Neither had Grimmjow. The arrancar knew they couldn't be referring to him since he was still there. But what was another espada doing here? Hell, Grimmjow wasn't even supposed to be there, but like he cared what Aizen thought. The Sexta would find an excuse to fit his lord's scheme of things.
"What should we do?" The teen finally spoke.
"Renji and I are going to continue to patrol the area. We'll make sure everything is okay, if not we will relay a message back to the Seireitei. We want you on guard. Don't revert back to your living form until we give you an order. Got it?" Rukia questioned. The woman curled her lips into a frown as she stared at Ichigo. She was being stern, but it would drive the point across.
"Got it. And hey, you could've given me a heads up! I wouldn't have had to throw myself in the bushes," he muttered while he struggled to pull his body out.
The older redhead started to laugh along with the midget. "But where's the fun in that, Ich?" He teased while holding his sides.
"Oh shut up!"
And then they were gone. Ichigo was alone again. He was dusting some dirt off his unconscious body's shirt. His fingers ran over the soft fabric of the scarf until he took it off completely and wrapped it around his shinigami form.
Dammit, this is taking too long. Grimmjow growled under his breath. A little too loud because he could see the shiver that ran down Ichigo's spine. He almost felt it. Almost tasted it.
"Who's there?" Ichigo stood to his feet and looked over his shoulder. His body was tense, but his voice was loud. The teen was standing his ground.
It gave the arrancar a nice view of the teen's perky rear. The shinigami garb wasn't that flattering, but Ichigo's body worked with it. The material was wrapped against him in all of the right ways. It showed the slight narrow of his waist, which led to sturdy hips and then that cute curve of his ass. The teen wasn't built, but he was toned. Grimmjow preferred him that way. He was not interested in finding someone shaped like himself, he wanted other things. Things like nice, long legs. Ichigo had those. He wanted toned arms. Ones hard enough to throw a good punch, but soft enough to rest your head on. Ichigo had those. He wanted big chocolate-colored eyes that possessed a strong fire when in battle. Ichigo had those.
The list could go on forever. Ichigo possessed every single characteristic. The teen was engraved on his mind, eyes burned into his thoughts. Ever since that fight he had with the shinigami not long ago. He had the teen pinned underneath him as he drove his fists against that nicely-shaped face. How he would have loved to drive something entirely different into that teen.
Fuck it. He was done waiting. Within a flash, a static noise erupted and Grimmjow stood before his prey. His sonido was becoming less noticeable, but still producing a fuzzy echo. Whatever. He wanted his prey to know he was here.
Brown eyes widened and skinny fingers clutched the zanpakuto, the teen shifted into a fighting stance. "It was you? This whole time?!" He shouted, voice laced with irritation. "How long?!"
A snort released from the arrancar, eyes rolling at the shinigami's knowledge, or lack thereof.
"Nah, shinigami, that wasn't me. I have no idea who the fuck that was, but I've been here the whole time and you or yer little friends had no clue—"
The teen bit back a gasp, quickly unsheathing his sword and pointing it toward Grimmjow.
"And before ya even think about fightin' me, Kurosaki, you better think twice 'cause it's a waste of my fuckin' time."
"Waste of your time?" Ichigo's lips wore a grin, baffled at the arrancar's words. "Then why the hell are you here? Because, quite frankly, this is a waste of my goddamn time!"
"Inoue Orihime."
That shut the teen up real quick. Grimmjow knew it would. Ichigo turned into some lame hero whenever his friends were in the slightest bit of danger. It disgusted Grimmjow. Only idiots revealed their weaknesses so blatantly.
"That name mean anythin' to ya? Huh?"
Ichigo glared, eyes practically drilling holes into Grimmjow's skull.
"Ya, that's what I thought. Now that yer shut up, ya gonna put that sword away and let me speak." The air between them grew tense. Seconds slipped into minutes until the teen slid his zanpakuto back to its original spot.
"Continue."
"Good, I'm sure ya know what kind of situation she's in now. I'm in charge of her, along with Ulquiorra. She doesn't even blink an eye without speakin' to us about it. And I'm gettin' sick of her. The fourth might find her interestin', but I sure as hell hate her little whimpers whenever I raise my voice at her." Ichigo vibrated with anger before the arrancar's eyes. Grimmjow could tell it took all of the teen's power not to reach out and rip his head right off of his neck.
Exciting.
"Enough with tha story-tellin', straight to my point, I'm lookin' for somethin' fun. If ya want no one to touch a pretty hair on her head, you'll comply." The image he witnessed pulled a laugh from his lips. Ichigo was crumbling underneath that hero façade.
"What the hell do you want, Grimmjow?"
Oh. So he had remembered his name. That made things way more interesting than Grimmjow had planned. Even if the teen was spitting out his name like it was poison.
"Get yer ass into yer room. Strip down to yer underwear. If yer not ready within the next five minutes, I'll hurt that Inoue girl."
Ichigo's eyes darkened as they lowered to the floor for a moment. He swallowed thickly and turned on his heels. It seemed like he was struggling with something, but Grimmjow didn't care enough to ask. He watched the teen sink into his living form. Against Rukia's command.
Ichigo left without a word, slipping into his home. The arrancar smirked as he headed to the boy's window.
x x x
Hands instinctively covered over his crotch. A slight blush was filling those sun-kissed cheeks, lips curled into their trademark scowl. Grimmjow wanted to bark laughter at the teen, but Ichigo threatened him to keep down unless he wanted to face the wrath of his family. The arrancar was not looking for anymore distractions.
"Can you tell me why I have to be naked for this? What're you going to do to me? This is humiliating…" his voice was hushed, but words were harsh. His chocolate eyes were burning with that fire they usually possessed when in battle.
"Would ya rather me do this to Inoue?"
"No, fuck, leave her alone," he whispered. Ichigo's eyes avoided Grimmjow's, picking a spot on the wood floor beneath his feet.
The espada sat on the edge of the teen's bed, leaning back on his arms, hands palming the mattress with his eyes moving up and down Ichigo.
All of those dreams he had did no justice to the sight he was staring at. Ichigo was downright delicious. His softly tanned skin glowed underneath the moonlight that pooled into the bedroom. His biceps were defined because of the tight fists he was making in front of his crotch. His abdomen was tense, budding muscles kissed the smooth surface. Those long legs were straight and together, toned thighs tightly pressed against one another.
The teen still wore his boxers and yet he was acting like he was stark naked in front of him.
"On yer knees."
"Now."
Grimmjow's words were cruel. There was no time to waste. Aizen was surely suspicious by now and no way in hell was he going to get pulled back to Las Noches without getting a fix.
"Just tell me why, dammit… Just tell me why." Ichigo's voice wavered a bit. He was losing that fire, succumbing to the terror of the unknown.
Grimmjow growled, nearly reaching out until the shinigami finally lowered to his knees. "'Cause it ain't fun back there, so I sure as hell am gonna have my fun here."
"But why me?"
"Shut the fuck up, Kurosaki, ya got all these questions that I ain't gonna answer," he tugged the boy forward by the shoulder, knees spreading apart to give him room between his legs. Ichigo's breath hitched, his fate dawned on him, Grimmjow could read it in those eyes. The teen struggled underneath his grip, head shaking back and forth, baring his teeth to the mighty arrancar. His hands reached up to grab Grimmjow's knees, trying to push himself out of the iron-tight grip.
Grimmjow snarled and forced him forward to press Ichigo's face into his crotch. "Ya feel how fuckin' hard it is? Yer gonna fuckin' do somethin' about it or I'll make that girl take yer spot." Ichigo tried to yell back, but his noises were muffled. His movement ceased once Orihime was brought up again. Was he going to stop fighting it? Grimmjow sure as hell hoped so.
Softening his grip on the teen's shoulder, Ichigo pulled back, eyes resting on the mattress between Grimmjow's open legs. "I've never—" the words would not pass those lips, but the scarlet red that appeared on his cheeks were his answer. "I-I got no clue what to do. You're not going to be pleased and then Orihime… Please, I'll do anything to keep her safe." The last few words seeped into a whisper.
"Inexperience is hot on ya, Kurosaki. No more talkin', get to work."
Ichigo shook, in what Grimmjow could only guess was disgust. Fingers hesitantly pulled Grimmjow's erection out of the folds of his hakama. The teen took a sharp inhale of breath before he let his red tongue peek out between his supple lips. His hand grasped around the hard base, feeling Grimmjow's wide girth. The arrancar shuddered.
Damn, how he wanted to cum on that exact expression. His brown eyes were widened, tongue slightly pushed out and hand gripping tighter in fear. Grimmjow was big.
And he knew it.
"Hurry up."
Without another command, Ichigo leaned forward. His eyes closed while his tongue timidly swiped over the pulsing head. His eyebrows furrowed at the taste, but pressed on, sliding that wet muscle down the underside of Grimmjow's cock. Grimmjow deeply growled as fingers pushed back the bangs on Ichigo's forehead to get a better look. The teen explored his length with timid strokes of his tongue.
Ichigo slid his open mouth back up to the head and then latched his lips around the tip. Grimmjow could feel him still. The arrancar had none of that, so he forced Ichigo to take more, hand pushing down on the teen's head. The teen groaned around him in protest, but that only turned Grimmjow on more as he felt those soft vibrations. Cerulean eyes opened to feast on the sight of Ichigo sinking down on his cock until he met his threshold, hand gripping the rest. Grimmjow gnawed his bottom lip, the hot mouth felt too damn good.
Grimmjow's breath became ragged. His fingers curled into soft tresses of orange hair, but allowed Ichigo enough movement to explore on his own. He began to suck, the flat of his tongue curling around the underside. Curses tumbled from Grimmjow's lips. It was clear Ichigo was inexperienced, but damn, was he eager. Grimmjow was pleasantly surprised. The teen was wantonly bobbing his head against his lap. Was Ichigo getting into this? Born slut.
The sound of Grimmjow's grunts escaped into the bedroom along with the sweet wet sounds of Ichigo's sucking. He was so damn close and now the teen was swirling his tongue around the head like he was begging the arrancar to cum. He most likely was, the sooner that happened, the sooner this ordeal was over and done with.
A stronghold pulled the boy back, Ichigo gasped and then snapped his eyes open to shoot Grimmjow an incredulous look.
"Yer gonna make me cum and I ain't near finished with ya." A feral grin spread across Grimmjow's lips when he saw the look in Ichigo's eyes. Those chocolate orbs were staring, but that hint of fear was floating to the top.
He shook his head back and forth, crawling backward on his knees away from the arrancar's lap.
"Ah—Ah—Ah, Kurosaki, yer not goin' anywhere. Well, actually, since I don't wanna break ya…" Yet. He forgot to mention, "I know ya got lube. I'm sure ya jack off with how hard ya are now." His head nodded in the direction of Ichigo's crotch. It was as bright as day how obvious his erection had become. The boxers did no job at trying to hide the bulge underneath.
Ichigo hesitated. Again. For the umpteenth time. "I got no lube but I got hand lotion. Grimmjow, I'm not going to—"
"Not goin' to what? Get it? I'll take ya dry. Or what, give in? Yer body speaks for itself."
"Fuck, Grimmjow, enough's enough. This isn't how humans work," he was getting that fire again. His hands curled into fists as he stood up to his full height. "I'm not going to lay back and give it to you. Neither will Orihime. And by the way, I'll cut your dick off if you even think about touching her like that!"
"Good 'cause I don't, so let me touch ya.'
"No," the teen retorted, the word full of venom. With a huff, Ichigo turned to face the desk. He pulled open the drawer and fetched the small bottle of hand lotion. With a rough throw, the bottle smacked against Grimmjow's chest. "You want that, eh? It's yours, but I am not going to be your bitch, Grimmjow. I'm going to send out a signal to Rukia and Renji and this will be all over."
"Ya say that after you had my dick in yer mouth," the arrancar smirked.
"What?!" The teen's grip shook the drawer. His voice was getting louder, what about his family? Grimmjow pushed the thought aside, popping open the lotion and then coated his fingers in the wet substance.
"Yea, ya could've said that before my dick was in yer mouth, but ya didn't. So why has anythin' changed? Ya were scared then, but not now."
It took a moment for Ichigo to retort back.
Actually, he wasn't saying anything.
The teen was simply staring at Grimmjow's fingers. He shut the drawer. "Nothing's changed… I'm still worried about Orihime. It's just— I don't want to lose it like this. Not to you."
The arrancar snorted.
Stupid humans and their weird sex rituals. Rituals? Rules? Grimmjow wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it was stupid.
"Shut up, Kurosaki. Yer lucky I even care to prepare yer tight, stubborn ass. I'm gonna make ya feel good, trust me, I don't want ya a cryin' mess, nah." His face scrunched up at the thought. "That's not how I roll, and I am sure that ain't how you roll."
"Now shut the fuck up before I get so bored I have to start thinkin' of the Inoue bitch sexually."
That was not going to happen. Grimmjow was annoyed by her. She was too optimistic. The usually oblivious girl had figured out that they weren't allowed to hurt her. She had powers that interested Aizen.
Enough of her.
Ichigo sat on the edge of the bed. He placed distance between them. His eyes were cast down. Grimmjow grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back against the mattress. The bed creaked lowly.
"Grimmjow-"
The teen tried to speak, but Grimmjow silenced him instantly. His lips molded over supple ones. Tongue forcefully pressing inside when Ichigo gasped in surprise. Rough, calloused hands held the teen's face there as he continued to invade the sweet, sweet mouth. His tongue explored. Ichigo was delicious- like a sweet cocoa, a dash of spice and then something entirely Ichigo.
A moan rumbled its way into the kiss but Grimmjow wasn't sure who it had escaped from. He didn't care. Rocking his hips against the teen, his hard length pressed on fabric to meet another hard length. Ichigo's body went limp. He did not allow himself to dive into the pleasure.
Stubborn ass.
Not wasting another second, the espada snatched away that offending fabric. Ichigo's length sprang free and smacked lightly against his pelvis. The teen only allowed a hiss to pass his lips harshly when Grimmjow wrapped his fingers around the hot sex, giving a long stroke all the way to the tip. Thumb ran over the slit to swipe at the dotted precum. The redhead's length throbbed in his grip, what a slutty kid. The espada would laugh in his face if he tried to deny his arousal now.
"Told ya, ya wanted it," he husked into the teen's ear, nipping at the earlobe. His wet, lubricated fingers traveled further down south, nudging between two perky ass cheeks. Ichigo's legs weren't tightly squeezed together, but they definitely weren't spread apart.
The boy continued to stay limp.
Grimmjow grunted, not giving two shits. If Ichigo was going to be stubborn then let him be stubborn. It would end up hurting like a bitch, but the teen would be smart enough not to tense up in the future. If he knew what was best for him.
Prodding his finger at the tight pink pucker, Grimmjow licked his dried lips.
Damn. He wanted to eat him so badly, but time was not on his side tonight. The teen flinched and then tightened up when the first digit slowly entered his virgin hole.
"Jeez- fuck- relax," the arrancar urged.
He gave the teen a moment to adjust before he began to thrust his finger in and out of the tight hole. His finger curled causing Ichigo's breath to hitch. They worked their way to a second digit and then a third, spreading the teen's warm insides, walls meshing oh so perfectly around his fingers. His cock twitched. He twisted his wrist to turn the fingers inside of the tight ring of muscles. Somewhere in the preparation, the espada had found the lotion and started to slather up his cock in the stuff. He also managed to tear away his own stupid clothes. They served no purpose right now.
Settling his broad chest on Ichigo's, sandwiching the teen between him and the mattress, the arrancar forced those tantalizing thighs apart. Ichigo bit back a whimper, eyes closing tightly, refusing to meet with Grimmjow's. Ichigo had no idea how sexy he looked- face scrunched, eyebrows knitting, sweat beading on his forehead, teeth digging into a quivering bottom lip. His hands fisted the comforter, his fate looming overhead.
Grimmjow's thick length slid over the tight entrance, teasing it. He could feel the pucker twitch, Ichigo's body betraying him and enjoying the attention Grimmjow was giving it. Just give in. There was no reason to fight it. It was going to happen, why not enjoy it? Entertain those desires. Grimmjow was a man who lived on thrill- the thrill of the chase, the thrill of a good battle and the thrill of a really good fuck. The teen needed to pull the stick out of his ass, remove that scowl off his face and just live.
"Ya won't forget this," he husked. Positioning his length, Grimmjow slowly sank inside of the tight heat. The head stretched the ring of muscles, which clamped around his throbbing flesh, enticing him further, practically pulling him in deeper. If Ichigo didn't want it, his ass sure as hell did. He went inch by inch until he was fully seated. The teen threw his head back against the sheets, pain visible on his face, a frustrated red burning on his cheeks. His knuckles were turning as white as the comforter they clutched.
Grimmjow waited.
And waited.
He breathed low and heavy. He could feel his entire body pumping with blood, going straight to his cock. Those tight, velvet walls wrapped around him nice and snug and warm. Inviting him deeper. Ichigo's hole convulsed around the base of his cock, fine blue eyebrows knitting, eyes narrowed to slits while he fought the urge to just fuck the teen into the mattress. If he did that, the teen would never allow himself to enjoy this in the future.
Grimmjow wanted him to beg someday. Soon. Preferably.
He eyed tears pricking the sides of Ichigo's shut eyes. It was natural. This was a pain the teen, apparently, didn't want and his body was confusing him to no end, torn between running away and staying put. However, Grimmjow was going to make it a point to get the teen to feel good.
He was not into the whole "brutal rape" shit, he wanted his prey mewling and begging for more. There was a hunch that Ichigo wasn't going to comply tonight, but he would some other time. No doubt. Grimmjow would repeat this delicious ordeal until Ichigo cried out his name.
It would also prove to be the worst kind of torture: succumbing to the enemy.
"Move-"
What?
What was that he heard? He almost had to do a double-take before he finally comprehended who said that. Ichigo was telling him to move. And here Grimmjow thought it was going to take a few more encounters until the teen gave in. His lips deviously curled, eyes darkening. A hand slapped over his smirk, covering it from view, as Ichigo glared up at him. His brown eyes glazed over with a mixture of... Want? Desire? Lust. And frustration, the teen was always frustrated. That was not new.
Licking against the teen's palm, Grimmjow's hips started to move. He rocked into the teen, creating a steady rhythm. He could have sworn he felt that body rut back against him. He groaned over Ichigo's neck as teeth lightly caressed the skin. He bit down after a sharp, hard thrust forward, pulling a broken whimper from those succulent lips.
He found it.
He angled his hips. Grimmjow's thrusts became faster, attacking that pleasure spot. Ichigo's hand moved from the arrancar's face, straight to his back, nails curling into the hard skin. He still kept his moans to himself, but Grimmjow liked seeing the flustered look on the teen- his whole face contorted, teeth dug into a plump bottom lip as he tried to jar away those feelings of ultimate pleasure.
He would have that face burned into his memory from this point on.
The only sounds in the bedroom were that of skin slapping against skin, the bed creaking with each violent thrust and ragged breathing. It felt like the pleasure would never end, Grimmjow was dosed with white hot passion and, by god, he was going to immerse himself in it. His body was chanting him on to fuck Ichigo harder, pull more air from his lungs with the sheer power of his hips, crumble the teen from the inside. Take what was rightfully his.
Paying more attention to Ichigo, the espada wrapped his strong hand around his neglected arousal. He stroked the length in time with brutal thrusts- palm squeezing the end with each jerk upward. He watched the teen's chest shudder, shit, he was hot- holding back moans that desperately wanted to be released.
How funny would it have been if his family walked in at this very moment? The looks on their faces would be priceless. The thought reminded him of the midget bitch, she'd be back soon to ruin the fun. With a loud growl, the espada hurried his thrusts.
"Cum," his voice was husky and lower than before, still demanding as ever. He didn't have to tell the kid twice because with an arch of his body, Ichigo released his seed onto Grimmjow's hand, some landing on his chest. A few more powerful thrusts into the tight, clenching heat and Grimmjow released his own essence into the teen. Pleasure washed over him like a heavy tide against the shores of a beach, crashing over anything in its wake. With another hard bite on the nape of Ichigo's neck, the espada groaned the word:
"Mine."
Soon he was off the spent teen, tucked away back in his uniform, and opening up a garganta.
"Ya heard me, Kurosaki?" He spoke before entering the black abyss. "Yer mine and if ya even try to fight that, I'll put ya in yer place."
And with that he was gone. Leaving a panting substitute soul reaper to drown in his thoughts.
And there it is! Next chapter will most likely be Ichigo's POV. If there are any errors or whatever, please let me know. If you liked it, lemme know. :-)