Ichigo pov
I'm at my beach house and Grimmjow should be coming over soon. No one is going to be bothering me here, not even Uryu, so I'll be getting quality time with Grimmjow. The last time I was here, I brought Rukia with me. We actually got pretty close here, and that's the main reason why I've invited Grimmjow this time. I don't really understand why I actually like him. I still don't like the paparazzi at all, but I'm starting to see Grimmjow a bit differently than the rest.
I know that the first thing Grimmjow will want is going to be sex. I can already know that much since I promised to give myself to him and went ahead and teased him. I honestly think it's pretty hot calling Grimmjow daddy even though I didn't think I would call him that. I know he wasn't expecting me to say something like that and that's exactly why I said it. While I've spent the whole week denying him from getting in my pants, and having that little bit of control over my own situation I decided to take my own stab at him while I still could and it was pretty fun seeing Grimmjow get frustrated like that.
I can't deny that I like Grimmjow. It's so strange because he's blackmailing me, and technically this is a forced relationship that I don't even need to like him. He's a paparazzi and I'm a celebrity, it doesn't feel right to hear it like that but it feels right to be with him. I'm worried this is all something he's doing to fool me and continue his little game. I want to really know what he's thinking. I could hate him if I wanted but god he's so sexy, I can't exactly bring myself to hate him for wanting me. It's not fair that in the end Grimmjow does have control over me, but in a way, I like his dominant nature. I'm starting to really get used to it now but that doesn't mean I let him take over completely. I do need to protect my reputation after all, so I'm not exactly keen on anyone knowing about this at all. I'm kind of stuck because he's the only man I've actually been interested in and now he's calling me his boyfriend. This is crazy. If someone had told me a few months before I met Grimmjow that all this shit would go down, and that id have a paparazzi for a boyfriend I'd think it was some type of fucking joke. Now it's all a reality and I'm not exactly that angry about it either.
I'm nervous and excited to spend more time with Grimmjow, but I'm looking forward to it.
Grimmjow pov
Today's the fucking day. I've been waiting all week for this.
I leave my apartment early with a duffle bag of some clothes to Ichigo's beach house. We're going to be alone and I have a strong feeling I'm going to spend the majority of my time doing Ichigo like he promised me and I can't stop the huge grin from eating up my face.
When I arrive, I park my car out of view in his separate garage. Ichigo says it's a way to avoid suspicion, especially from other paparazzi that could potentially find the place. I get that Ichigo's going to have other paparazzi coming after him too. It's something that's settled at the back of my mind, but as long as they don't touch him or spread nasty shit about him than it's alright.
I'm fucking excited to see Ichigo again, so much that I'm already smiling pretty hard. Ichigo opens the door and I have to refrain from pouncing on him.
"Hey," he looks giddy, wearing a white shirt and boxers.
I hold my duffle bag in one hand, eyeing his sweet body for a moment before I walk in. I toss my duffle bag on the couch, it's so fucking clean and tidy in here, all the furniture and decorations look perfectly arranged. I grin, cause soon we're gonna make a mess.
"Hey, beautiful," I lean in to kiss him and Ichigo wraps his arms around me, accepting willingly. He kisses me back long and deep. He's actually in a really good mood, and as much as I love his stubborn little attitude, I like this a lot more about him. Shit I missed him. I lift him and he wraps his strong legs around my waist as I deepen the kiss even more.
I'm probably rushing things here, but I'm not exactly a patient person. I haul Ichigo's ass onto the couch so he's lying down and crawl over him. Ichigo doesn't complain. He moans low, gripping my shirt as I continue my assault on his lips. I love making out with him. He's so fucking good I can hardly get enough.
"Mm, Grimmjow," Ichigo pants when I pull away. "You're impatient."
"I've been patient enough," I play with the band of his boxers as he looks up at me.
"Only a week."
I smirk, cause it doesn't seem like a long enough time to be a big deal but there's only so long he could deny me from being with him. He needs to be punished for this.
I grab Ichigo's wrist and pull him up. He gasps as I make him bend over the couch now, his knees digging into the floor, stomach resting against the seat as he looks back at me.
"W-what the hell Grimmjow?"
I smirk at his confused expression.
"Need to punish you first. I'm gonna spank your pretty ass."
Ichigo starts struggling to get up so I firmly push my hand down on his back and pin him down by the back of his neck with my other hand.
"Hey cut it out!"
"Shush," I yank his boxers down to reveal the smooth globes of his ass. Ichigo sways his ass unintentionally as he continues to struggle but I realise he's hardly trying because if Ichigo really wanted to get out of this he would be strong enough to do so. He's actually going along with this so I decide to keep it up. I lean over his back whispering in his ear.
"Daddy's gonna punish you for making me wait so long, boy."
Ichigo whines, pushing back against my thigh. I know he likes me saying that. Maybe this is a way of getting back at him for teasing me first.
I slap one cheek, watching Ichigo jolt. I slap the other cheek and keep going from cheek to cheek until his ass starts turning red and Ichigo's a whining mess.
"Mmff daddy," Ichigo's voice has a slightly vulnerable edge to it and I love it.
After a few more spanks and Ichigo whining really loud, I pull him up and make him lie down on the couch. He cringes as his ass hits the couch but doesn't complain.
I palm Ichigo's dick and he gasps, already hard. Damn I think him holding out had us both blue balling. I scoot lower on the couch in between Ichigo's legs, my face in line with his crotch. I grip the base of his dick making him shiver, and lick the side of his dick. He peers down at me, watching as I tease him a little bit, until I start sucking, bobbing my head up and down. When I peer up at him with his dick in my mouth, Ichigo's biting his bottom lip. He lets out a shaky breath, watching as I hollow my cheeks, fingers massaging his balls now.
"Haa, shit," Ichigo mutters, thrusting into my mouth in time to hit the back of my throat. I wince, but continue sucking his dick regardless. If he starts gagging me I don't think I'll bring myself to complain. His hands snake into my hair when I quicken the pace. I think he's about to blow cause his grip is hard and he's moaning over and over again until he's got me hard as a rock from his sweet voice. He mutters a string of incoherent words, pulling me off his dick with a pop. He grips his dick and takes a sharp breath before cumming over his shirt.
"Coulda came in my mouth, easier to clean," I smirk and Ichigo blushes trying to catch his breath.
"Grimmjow, that was good."
Fucking oath it was. But this is only the start and we still got a lot of time on our hands to fuck all weekend.
"I'll show ya what's good," I intend to show Ichigo a lot; especially how fucking obsessed I am with him. "So where's the master bedroom?"
"That's last," Ichigo smiles. "Let me show you the whole place first."
I'm itching to check out the other rooms in this place. After all, once I figure this place out I'm going to do Ichigo in every room and most likely on every surface.
Ichigo shows me around the house. He takes me out the back to show me the Jacuzzi and the balcony overlooking the beach. His got a pool, sunbaking beds. The place is fucking huge. Serene, clean and expensive. I'm starting to wonder if there's a bigger reason why Ichigo invited me here because it doesn't seem like he would bring just anyone here. Not that I'm complaining since I know I would have gotten pretty pissed if he came here with someone else. Maybe he's starting to like me too, explains why he didn't really complain about me saying I'm his boyfriend.
Ichigo's personal chef cooks up dinner and we sit outside at a large table. The cool thing about Ichigo's personal chef is that he keeps tight lipped about anything and everything that goes on in the beach house. The guy doesn't question about me and is only there to do his job. After the jobs done the chef leaves and Ichigo and I have the whole place to ourselves.
After dinner, Ichigo decides to show me the main bedroom last. To me it could be just another room in the house but it's where Ichigo prefers to sleep and I can see why. It's slightly larger than the other rooms with a king sized bed and wooden flooring, a wide window that would bring in plenty of light during the day, leading out to a balcony overlooking the beach that gives a nice view of the beach and the lights at night.
The yellow lamps are on, illuminating his room and I find it the perfect time.
"You gonna give daddy what he wants this time?" I ask, placing both hands on Ichigo's hips.
Ichigo bites his bottom lip looking excited.
"Yeah."
"Yeah?" I repeat.
Ichigo pulls his top off and throws it to the floor as if to make emphasis, pulling at my shirt now. Shit I wasn't expecting Ichigo to initiate anything first but I'm pretty fucking into it. He pulls me back with him until the backs of his legs hit the bed and he sits down, looking up at me with his fists in my shirt, traveling lower until his hands are kneading at my crotch. I smirk, yanking my top off and I realise that Ichigo's already trying to pull my pants down.
"And I thought I was being denied sex." I grin.
"Shut up," Ichigo smirks.
Ichigo pushes himself up higher on the bed watching as I crawl over him and capture his lips in a heated kiss. He kisses me back and we spend time enjoying each other's tongues as we make out.
"Missed kissing you," I admit when he pulls away for air.
Ichigo runs a hand through my hair smiling and I dive back in for another kiss and another and another until we're both already naked and Ichigo's spread out in front of me, legs wide apart as I'm in between, pressed against him so there's not even a little gap between us. I grip his ankle, plunging deep into him. He's moaning, panting as I quicken the pace.
"Who's your daddy?" I'm fucking him pretty hard, making Ichigo grip my biceps hard. He gasps, moving his hips to my thrusts. I know he fucking loves this because he's whining and panting and his hard as fuck.
"G-Grimm," Ichigo cries, pressing a foot into my chest. I've got him bent so far he's almost in two. He stares at me, eyebrows drawn in slightly, his lips parted, begging with his eyes. He wants to be touched. Wants me to jack him off or some shit but I'm too far into fucking him to care, besides his got his own hand to do that.
"What you want?" I moan.
Ichigo's palms slap my ass and pulls me harder against him.
"Just-fuck-me-Grimm-jow!"
Ichigo's moaning and it's driving me crazy. He knows I love those pretty sounds he makes because it makes me fuck him even harder.
His hand snakes up to stroke his own dick, jacking himself off to my thrusts. He bites his lip, eyes stuck on mine. I growl, slamming in hard and attacking his lips. I pull back, pull his legs against me tighter and he wraps them around my waist. By now I'm slamming in so hard over and over again. I watch his face, smirking because his mouth is slightly open like a permanent gasp, little cries spilling from him and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"What's ya name?" I tease, knowing he's in no condition to talk back to me. I pinch his nipples, and keep going hard. I'm starting to sweat heart tapping faster against my chest.
"Ah ahh, haaa!"
"Fuck," I grunt, wrapping a hand around his throat and slapping his hand away from his dick with the other. He whines, closing his eyes, letting me have my way with him. I'm grinning because I've got full control of him and he knows it.
"What happen? Forget your own fucking name?"
He sobs. I remove my hand from his throat and he opens his eyes.
Ichigo's gasping to the point that he can't even talk properly. I keep drilling into him at a rapid pace like I've gone crazy but that's what he gets for denying me. I don't want to hurt him, because I can see he's really enjoying this. He likes it when I take control over him.
"Mnn f-fuck, I'm gonna c-cum, haa," Ichigo's breath hitches as he grips his dick in one hand and arches his back, mouth hanging open.
"Daddy!" Ichigo cries out with every spurt, ribbons of cum coating his taut stomach.
I continue to burry deep into him with every thrust, watching as he struggles for breath below me. I pull out making Ichigo gasp and pull the condom off, throwing it into the trash by my bed. He's starting to breathe normally again, brushing his fingertips against my lower abdomen as I jerk at my own release, cumming all over his tight stomach.
He sighs, brushing his inner thighs against me teasingly.
Shit that was good. I kiss Ichigo and he kisses me back. I lie down beside him trying to catch my breath. I feel like I'm on a high and it's only going to get better.
Thanks for the feedback! I took it into account as I was writing this chapter. I decided to go ahead and write a bit from Ichigo's pov to give more insight into his actions. I hope you're liking the smut so far, there's definitely going to be more.
Ps. Not gonna lie, I laughed a lot at 'Who's ur daddy' XD