A/N Sorry for the long Hiatus on my stories. We've moved from Alberta to Ontario, so things have been pretty hectic. Anyways, here's the next chapter to my GrimmIchi 100 themes. I may just try and change the title, 'cause I don't really want to write 100 fucking GrimmIchi stories. If I manage to get to that number, yahoo. I don't like the pressure of 100 fucking stories, even though I'm pretty sure I easily have that many more plans in my notebook. Anyways, Allons-y!
Ichigo tried, to no avail, to silence his cry. He lifted his hand to cover his mouth, but right before he could, his hand was grabbed and pinned to the seat. A breathy, husky laugh sounded from behind him from over the sound of skin hitting skin.
"F-Fucking hell, Grimm..."
It had supposed to be a quiet afternoon. Ichigo had been invited by Renji and a few others to take in a movie with them, and he had agreed, only realizing that Grimmjow would be there when they were face to face. The movie had been great...from what Ichigo had heard. He had barely been paying attention. The blue haired teen to the left of him held most of his attention. The way that his hair seemed to be a complete mess, yet it was so...neat? His blue eyes. The way his lips moved when he laughed, or when he opened his mouth to pop some food in. The way they wrapped around the straw as he took a drink. His posture. Everything. Ichigo was so distracted he barely remembered anything except for the opening credits of the movie.
After the movie was over, the gang, Renji, Hisagi, Rukia, Orihime, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow and himself left the theatre, deciding to go for pizza for supper. Everyone had someone to carpool with except Ichigo. Just his luck, Grimmjow had driven there and had room. Ichigo was guilt tripped into agreeing. It was awkward, the drive, and even more awkward when the parked. Grimmjow was silent, running a hand through his hair, and Ichigo was waiting for the door to unlock so he could get the fuck out.
The door, however, stayed locked. Ichigo finally turned to Grimmjow to ask if the door was going to be unlocked, but his words fizzled and died when brown hues met brilliant blue. Grimmjow was staring at him, his lips twitching as if he was trying not to smirk. Ichigo felt heat rush into his cheeks, realizing his mouth was open but nothing was coming out but air. He closed his mouth, slightly embarrassed, and cleared his throat. He tried again, but just as he managed to get something out, he felt a rough, calloused hand cup his chin, turn his head towards him, then lips on his.
Ichigo's eyes widened, cheeks flushed a deep red shade. The lips were slightly rough, but they were warm and they seemed to make him melt upon contact. His eyes, wide, stared at closed blue ones, a few strands of blue hair hanging off to the side. Too quickly, Grimmjow pulled away, his eyes opening. God, eyes that blue should be illegal.
Ichigo gulped slightly, trying to think of something to say, but nothing would come. That had been so out of the blue and random, but...not unwanted. Grimmjow leaned back, a guarded look coming over his eyes. He thought he had been rejected. When that realization his Ichigo, he found himself lurching forwards, grabbing Grimmjow's shoulders and slamming their lips together roughly, his eyes closing. It was Grimmjow's turn to freeze, but his lasted but a moment, before he kissed back, pressing into the smaller male and over-dominating him within seconds. Ichigo let out a soft moan into the kiss, his arms hesitantly wrapping around the broad shoulders of Grimmjow, who chuckled into the kiss, his tongue slipping across Ichigo's bottom lip before slipping it's way past the velvet lips on his own.
Ichigo let his lips part, weakly wrestling with the tongue that invaded his mouth. Grimmjow tasted like skittles, pop and tobacco, something that tasted...surprisingly good to Ichigo. He let out a soft sigh, his fingers tangling into the mess of blue hair as he had wanted to do for hours. Grimmjow let out a slight grunt, which somehow snapped Ichigo out of his blissful state. He broke the kiss, much to Grimmjow's annoyance, eyes opening. He spoke in pants, cheeks redder than a tomato.
"W-What about the others...?"
Grimmjow rolled his eyes and pulled back, smirking slightly.
"They can wait." He growled, jerking with his head for Ichigo to crawl into the back seat. Ichigo was still a moment, before clearing his throat softly and doing as he was told. Grimmjow followed, pushing Ichigo onto his back and straddling his hips, leaning down and roughly kissing the ginger, his warm fingers slipping under the hem of Ichigo's shirt, pulling it up. Goosebumps rose all along his tanned skin, a soft noise escaping from his throat and getting lost between their heated lips. Ichigo's arms wrapped around Grimmjow's shoulders again, fingers grasping the collar of his shirt and pulling it up. Grimmjow broke the kiss, enticing a soft mewl of disappointment to slip from Ichigo's lips. Grimmjow sat up as best he could in the seat, stripping his shirt off and throwing it on the ground, an arch of the cyan brows telling Ichigo the he was waiting for him to do the same.
Propping himself up onto his elbows, Ichigo managed, somehow, to strip his shirt off as well, his brown, lust filled eyes scanning the deliciously toned body exposed to him. When his eyes reached Grimmjow's face, he shuddered slightly, the blue of Grimmjow's eyes darkening with lust as he scanned Ichigo. Grimmjow leaned down, connecting their lips forcefully, their teeth clashing together. Ichigo moaned slightly, eyes sliding shut, hands grasping the strong arms that braced either side of Ichigo's head.
The temperature on the inside of the car was heating up, the windows starting to slowly fog up. Ichigo moaned as the kiss was broken, Grimmjow's lips attaching to Ichigo's neck and hungrily attacking it. Ichigo lifted his hips up against Grimmjow's, silently implying that his neck wasn't the only thing that needed attention.
Grimmjow chuckled slightly, pulling back to unbuckle his belt and jeans, pushing them down past his hips. He wore black boxers, nothing fancy, but they melded into his hips, and Ichigo's gaze was captured by not just the way that Grimmjow's muscles rippled as he moved, but the rather large tent that dented Grimmjow's boxers. Ichigo squirmed slightly as he undid his own pants, attempting to wriggle out of them, but Grimmjow ended up pulling then down to his knees in one fluid movement.
A second passed before those lips of sin were back against his reddened ones, the rustle of fabric and a sudden feeling of exposure alerting Ichigo that they were no longer clothed in their boxers. Ichigo squirmed, suddenly all too aware of the fact that they were in a restaurant parking lot. He was fully exposed in the back seat. He broke the kiss, about to protest, but a firm hand on his aching shaft turned his words into a drawn out moan. Grimmjow chuckled slightly, shifting so Ichigo's legs were against his hips, Grimmjow nestled in-between the ginger's legs. Ichigo lifted a hand, bracing it against the door to keep his head from hitting it, the hand on his erection pumping slowly.
Letting out another hot moan, he bucked his hips up into the hand that was currently jacking him off, the slow pace starting to agitate him. Grimmjow chuckled slightly, and suddenly the hand and warmth was gone. Ichigo's eyes flew open in time to see Grimmjow leaning into the front of the car, into the glove box, grabbing something, and then lean back. Ichigo looked at what was held in Grimmjow's hands and flushed. A tube of what he could only guess was lubrication was in his left hand, and a condom was held in the other. Grimmjow smirked, holding the corner of the condom wrapper in his mouth as he leaned forwards, opening the bottle of lubrication and squirting a bit onto his fingers. He coated his fingers with the slick liquid, and then positioned them at Ichigo's opening, teasing it slightly.
Ichigo let out a soft noise and squirmed, tensing up, not used to the weird feeling. He looked up into the dark blue eyes that seemed to stare into his soul, eyes widening slightly as two fingers were pushed into him without any warning. Ichigo let out a noise, squirming as Grimmjow began scissoring Ichigo's tight hole, his dick twitching at the erotic noises Ichigo made.
"Relax.." Grimmjow said, voice almost a purr.
Ichigo tried to relax, although it was hard to. The foreign things inserted in his behind felt...weird, and the stretching was slightly painful. He let out an uncomfortable noise, squirming slightly. A moment later, his back arched, a loud moan escaping from his lips as a certain...point was hit. Grimmjow grinned, mumbling something along the lines of, "Gotcha," as Ichigo writhed beneath him.
Once Grimmjow was sure that the ginger was prepared enough, he pulled his fingers out, grabbing the condom and opening it, coating his dick with the latex protection.
"On your hands and knees." Grimmjow husked, causing Ichigo to shudder slightly as he complied.
Ichigo spread his legs as best he could on the cramped seat, groaning a little. Why was he...
When he felt Grimmjow leaning over him and something large pressing against his back end, he let out a little squeak. Grimmjow was so big..! How the fuck was he going to fit in?
Grimmjow chuckled a little, voice laced with amusement as he spoke, "Calm down. It ain't gonna hurt tha' much."
Ichigo relaxed slightly, taking a deep breath and trying to prepare himself. A moment of nothing passed, before he felt something large press into him, stretching his tight walls. His back end burned, an unhappy and loud noise ripping form Ichigo's lips, fists clenching against the leather of the seats. He tensed up, making Grimmjow grunt, half sheathed. He littered kisses all over the back of Ichigo's neck, grumbling,
"Relax.." over and over again.
Ichigo, breathing hard, finally decided to just get it over with. If this is what sex felt like, he was sure he could do without it for a while yet. Nonetheless, he pushed his hips back until Grimmjow was fully inside of him. Ichigo let out a grunt, the pain fading away to discomfort. Grimmjow let out a low moan, before muttering hotly in Ichigo's ear,
"Ya okay?"
Ichigo grumbled something that Grimmjow didn't quite catch, before squirming, motioning for Grimmjow to hurry up already. Grimmjow chuckled and straightened slightly, one hand on the small of Ichigo's back and the other on the back of the seat. Ichigo groaned in slight relief when he felt Grimmjow pulling out, and was about to say something when Grimmjow, once almost fully out, thrust back in. At first, Ichigo let out a cry of pain, but then something was hit inside of him that turned the cry of pain into that of pleasure. His caramel eyes widened, finer nails digging into the leather.
Grimmjow began moving a little faster, and Ichigo tried, to no avail, to silence his cry. He lifted his hand to cover his mouth, but right before he could, his hand was grabbed and pinned to the seat. A breathy, husky laugh sounded from behind him from over the sound of skin hitting skin.
"F-Fucking hell, Grimm..."
Grimmjow smirked slightly, shifting a little so he could thrust into the smaller faster. Letting out a heated grunt, he felt his abdomen flood with warmth. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and by the cries from Ichigo and the way he moved his hips into Grimmjow's thrusts, Ichigo didn't seem he could hold on for much longer anyways.
Ichigo let out another loud moan, too lost in the pleasure to give a damn about being quiet anymore. His throbbing dick was pulsing, and he moved the hand that wasn't pinned towards his dick to relieve some of the pressure, but his hand was smacked out of the way by Grimmjow's larger one, which grabbed his weeping member, pumping at a rough pace.
Ichigo lasted two pumps and he was done. Arching up, he let out a rather loud cry as he came. Hard. His insides started spazming, bringing Grimmjow along for the ride as well. Ichigo came down from his orgasm feeling Grimmjow thrust into him one last time.
Both were panting heavily, the windows of the car now completely fogged up. Ichigo was almost completely drained, his arms shaking slightly as he tried to hold himself up. Grimmjow was still a moment, before he pulled out, smirking a little and slipping the used condom off and, to both Ichigo's amusement and horror, he leaned forwards, rolling down the passenger window. He threw the used condom out of the car and onto the pavement. Ichigo's eyes widened slightly, the flush that had been slowly ebbing away returning.
"Grimmjow!" Ichigo exclaimed, Grimmjow's laughter his only response.
Grimmjow grabbed a tissue, wiping the bit of Ichigo's cum on his hand off, then tossed a tissue towards the ginger to clean up the seat. Grimmjow laughed a little, watching a half naked Ichigo clean his seat. Ichigo scowled slightly, throwing the balled up tissue at Grimmjow, he ducked it just in time, the chuckled turning into deep laughter. Both men pulled themselves back together, panting slightly still.
"We still going in? We're almost an hour late," Grimmjow commented.
Ichigo blinked, a momentary wave of guilt flashing through him. There really was no point in going in, actually. Ichigo shook his head and slipped into the front seat, hissing slightly at the burning sensation that came from his ass. Grimmjow chortled and slipped back into the driver's seat, turning the car back on and peeking out of the parking lot, wiping the window free of the condensation so he could see.
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The next day, the gang got back up together. A few questions were asked about where Ichigo and Grimmjow had been that evening, but none of them were answered honestly. As the group piled into the arcade, Renji grinned as if he remember something funny and nudged Hisagi.
"Ey, Ich, Grimm. You guys missed something pretty damn hilarious."
Grimmjow cocked a brow and Ichigo crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh?"
Hisagi grinned, "Yeah. There was a car that pulled up in front of the pizzeria. The windows were tinted so we couldn't see who was in there, but anyways, the car parked right where our table was, right? And suddenly Renji nudged us and said that the car was moving. The windows were fogging up and," Hisagi broke off, snorting to himself, "I'm pretty sure that some ass was getting lucky."
Half way through the tale, Ichigo's cheeks flooded with heat. Grimmjow started laughing, enticing a heated glare from the shorter of the two.
"Oh really?" Ichigo said, attempting to be nonchalant about the story and hoping for the topic to drop. Finally, it did, but it seemed that one member of the group wasn't fooled by his innocence.
As Grimmjow walked passed Ichigo, he firmly cupped the ginger's round ass, giving it a rough squeeze before following the others. Ichigo jumped and went to smack the male but missed, his already flushed cheeks darkening. As he went to follow, he heard a little giggle. He turned around to see Rukia, her arms crossed over her small chest and a knowing smirk on her lips.
"What?" Ichigo snapped, embarrassment flooding through him once again.
Rukia just threw her head back and laughed as she walked passed, murmuring to him, "A parking lot? Real original, Ichi."
There we go! I hope this wasn't too terrible or out of character! I had some fun writing it, though. xD Anyways, more updates coming soon!