I'm shakin tbh the last time I updated this series it got 450 hits in a day it blows my mind that people? Read my writing? Thank you all of you
Here's part 2 of last chapter lol prep 4 bad sex
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"Nope. I won't go in. It's too fancy. There's too many people in suits."
"All of them are waiters and chaffers, Kurosaki. And I got you in a tie so it's too late to back out."
Ichigo leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. Everything here was too high end. It was overwhelming. He was positive the suit he was wearing cost more than two hundred dollars. The tie was skinny and a deep sanguine color. Grimmjow had to help him tie it, and wouldn't stop staring at him after.
"Black and red are your colors," he had said.
"Actually, I think every color is your color. You don't even need to wear clothes to look good."
The most overwhelming part of this affair was Grimmjow's unfailing attraction to Ichigo despite his lack of redeeming qualities. The man could do so much better, he was sure of it.
"Give me five minutes."
"Kurosaki," Grimmjow said, and reached over to tug on his tie. He brought them face-to-face, and he swore the man's eyes alone were enough to seduce him. They burned through his stomach and half the stares Ichigo gave him went straight to his groin. Was it wrong to get turned on by someone glaring at you? Was there such thing as a sexy glare?
"It's dinner. It'll be fine."
He was careful this time when he went to kiss the man, brushing his lips over his cheek and then tangling their mouths together. Ichigo leaned into it, and wondered if Grimmjow knew how good he was at grazing his teeth over his bottom lip. He probably did, the pretentious bastard. He had all of his ducks in a row.
Ichigo tried to follow Grimmjow's lips when he broke off the kiss, his mouth left cold and empty. Grimmjow smirked, got out of the car. Kissing Kurosaki felt good, too good for him to let on. If he gave in to what he wanted, he would end up fucking him in the back of the car. Not only was that uncomfortable, but the car was a lease.
"If you're that eager, wait for dessert."
"Shut the fuck up," Ichigo muttered, but got out and straightened his jacket.
" You're lucky I like how you look in a suit."
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Ichigo was afraid to sit at the table. The tablecloth alone was probably made out of spun silk and worth more than a lifetime of savings. Hiding his hands in his pockets wouldn't stop them from shaking. He was going to spill wine fucking everywhere. The place setting had two forks, and he had no idea what either of them were for.
Grimmjow must have known he was nervous, or maybe he saw that he was about to pass out because he put his hand on the smaller man's shoulder and squeezed.
"The steak here is to die for. We can't leave till you've tasted it."
Fuck, now Grimmjow was getting anxious. Maybe he had jumped too hard at the prospect of taking Kurosaki out. He hadn't taken someone "out" in years, unless it was out of his car and into his apartment. Grimmjow wasn't used to courting someone and while it was exciting, he seemed to be fucking terrible at it. He was pretty sure Ichigo was about to lose his shit.
Yet, despite the pallor cast over his skin, Ichigo sat and tried his best to seem like he wasn't about to bolt. Grateful, Grimmjow sat as well and tried to make small talk to calm the other man.
"Was this place fancier than what you were expecting?"
"Just a little. I assumed we were going to somewhere with less of…all this." He made a gesture with his hand.
"Come on, give me a little credit. I'm not a loan shark for nothing. Do you think these clothes buy themselves?"
"I assumed you stole them from the less fortunate."
"The less fortunate don't wear Armani, Kurosaki. You have sisters, right? Tell me about them."
Ichigo assumed he was asking for the sake of making conversation, but as time went on Grimmjow seemed genuinely interested in getting to know him. The man was smooth, he would give him that. He slipped into conversation like it was a second skin, and wore it all too well. The ginger found himself telling him all about his family.
"….and then, the man almost gets hit by a bus trying to chase after me. I have to tackle him out of the way. Was your dad weird like that? It feels like I have another sibling. Or just a really large child."
"Your old man sounds crazy. Mine was insane. Total militarist. I've had to do pushups and army drills every day since I was twelve." Grimmjow rolled his eyes and took a long swing of his wine.
"Well, I mean, you've turned out pretty well. You look good, at least."
The Mafioso choked mid-sip.
"Are you flirting with me, or is it the wine speaking Kurosaki?"
Ichigo took a bite of steak. Grimmjow had been right. It was damn good.
He tried to collect his thoughts as he chewed. One: He liked Grimmjow's face. A lot. Too much to be healthy. Two: The man had kidnapped him, but he was planning on moving out anyways. This just meant he got free food, board, and clothes. It was better than college really. The only part that bothered him was that he couldn't tell his family he was okay. Three: Said kidnapper was giving him a look that was wildly inappropriate for the public space they were in. Had he caused that look? He, Ichigo Kurosaki, adolescent disappointment?
"I'll leave it open to interpretation." Ichigo took another sip of wine and watched Grimmjow simmer.
"Don't you think it's a little cruel to tease who's paying for dinner?" The larger man was smirking, but he wouldn't stop giving Ichigo bedroom eyes that made him want to strip off his suit jacket and slam the larger man against the nearest flat surface. Or be slammed by him against the nearest flat surface. Fuck, he was lost.
"You knew what you were getting in to. By all means, you could have thrown the fight."
Taking a sip from his wine glass, Grimmjow said, "I could have, but where's the fun in that?"
"The fun part is for me, when I get to call my family and tell them you haven't peeled off my fingernails or trapped me in a BDSM sex dungeon." Ichigo was joking around, but the gnawing in his stomach wouldn't cease. His family was probably scared to death knowing them, and here he was drinking wine and making passes at older men(one older man specifically) in a restaurant larger than his home.
"Make another deal with me. Something so I can call them."
The smirk vanished from Grimmjow's face and he gave Ichigo a serious stare.
"You know, I'm really not one to say no to people requesting reasonable things, especially when they look like how sex feels in my clothes." He pulled out his phone and held it out to the younger man.
"All you had to do was ask."
Ichigo took the phone, but didn't immediately dial in his father's number, holding the piece of metal in his palm and letting it sink into his skin. He couldn't stop staring at Grimmjow. The light in the restaurant caught his hair and spun shadows like dark lace. It made his skin the color of honey.
"You're not even going to make me kiss you?"
"Honestly, I was hoping that would come later." The small half grin was back, the one Grimmjow did that just barely showed off his canines. That smile was art.
"Give me five minutes and I'll see what I can do."'
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His Dad picked up on the first ring. Ichigo wasn't surprised to find that his number was already in the phone's contact list; he knew he had been borrowing money for an extended period of time. The only regret Ichigo had was that he didn't realize sooner, that he didn't get a job in time to make a difference.
"Dad, it's me. I'm-"
"God, Ichigo, where are you? Are you safe? Are you getting sleep? Is he feeding you?" Ichigo's Dad sounded haggard, and pangs of regret ran up and down the ginger's spine. He should have pushed for this sooner.
"I'm alright Dad. Things are fine here, trust me. They could be a lot worse than three meals and fresh clothes."
"Thank God, thank God….I tried to call the police so many times Ichigo. Believe me, I tried, but I can't leave your sisters alone."
"I would never ask or want you to, you know that."
"Are you sure you're okay though? I know Jaegerjaques has always had an interest in you, he told me so the first time he came over to balance our funds."
This was something Ichigo had never heard before. He'd seen Grimmjow at his house, but they were only quick glances before he left to keep Karin and Yuzu entertained upstairs. The thought of Grimmjow having an interest, a crush on him made him blush.
"If he was intrigued by me before, he isn't now."
God, I'm such a liar.
"I have to go Dad, but tell Karin and Yuzu I'm alright. And I really am, he's not making me say this or any weird shit. You know I can handle myself."
"It's in my disposition to worry about you, but I'll try to put myself at ease. I'm going to get you out of there, just hang tight."
Ichigo chuckled. "I've got nowhere else to go."
"I love you, remember that."
"I love you too."
He pressed the 'end call' button before either of them could say anything else. There was a lightness in his stomach that he was almost positive shouldn't be there, but it was getting really damn difficult to remind himself that he was a victim. It felt more like living with a very accommodating roommate more than anything. Speaking of said accommodating roommate, he was walking out the door with Ichigo's jacket over one arm and a wine blush tainting his cheeks.
"How's the old man?"
"Fucking worried. He thinks you're making passes at me."
Grimmjow grinned and wrapped his arm around the other man's hip, pulling their chests together.
"Did you tell him the good news then?"
"What's the good news?" From this distance, Ichigo could pick out every freckle on Grimmjow's face(there were two, one beneath his left eye and one on his right temple).
"That I'm madly in love with you and we're engaged. Also you're pregnant with our children."
"Children?"
"Triplets. Who would have thought that we would be so lucky?"
"You're ridiculous, geez," Ichigo laughed, untangling himself from the other man's wandering hands. Grimmjow grabbed his wrist before he could pull away completely and gave him the sexiest pout Ichigo had ever seen.
"Not even a kiss?"
"Maybe later."
They didn't even make it to the car before Ichigo's hands were in Grimmjow's hair.
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Ichigo stopped kissing Grimmjow when he felt hands on his waist, calloused fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt. It was a miracle that they'd made it home and all the way up to Grimmjow's room before the Mafioso tried undressing him.
"Wait, hold on."
Grimmjow smirked and rubbed his thumbs against the smaller man's hips. Ichigo was in his lap on the couch, a thigh on either side of his hips. It took so, so much self control to not press him into the cushions and have his way, but Grimmjow figured he did very few good things in his life and making Kurosaki cum so hard he wouldn't remember his own name would be one of them
"What's wrong sweetheart? Nervous?"
"Yes. No. Don't call me sweetheart," Ichigo said. Fuck, was he blushing?
"It's just, I've never done this before."
The mafia boss raised his eyebrows, let his mouth fall open a little. He knew Ichigo had a libido(said libido currently pressing into his thigh) and that he was with no doubt attractive enough to get laid. Why he was still a virgin was beyond Grimmjow.
Shit, it was even kind of hot.
Forcing his hands to stop trying to slip into the other man's pants, Grimmjow sat back and stared at the man in his lap. He noted the blush on his cheeks, how the slight light in the room caught the orange hair and lit it on fire. Grimmjow had concluded that the man wasn't ginger. His hair was a straight orange, and it was fantastic.
"What do you want me to do?" He ran the side of his teeth against Ichigo's neck and lapped at the skin when he felt him shudder.
"We can be as rough as you want. Or we don't have to do anything at all. I can get Chinese, and we can watch a movie."
"Jesus, we just had dinner, and I really do want to do this. Just," Ichigo pushed against the man's muscled chest, trying to regain control of the situation before he was overwhelmed. Grimmjow being close to him was like putting your face in front of a hot oven; the heat was extreme and you had to squint your eyes.
"Could we go slow?"
Grimmjow grinned and shifted his arms beneath Ichigo's thighs, standing up from the couch they were on and carrying him to the bed across the room. When they got there, Grimmjow laid back so Ichigo was straddling him, a leg on either side of his hip. Ichigo felt the muscles shifting beneath him, and swore he heard Grimmjow's stomach grumble.
Tucking his arms beneath his head, Grimmjow said, "This alright, babe?"
"Don't call me babe either and close your eyes. The way you look at me is….distracting."
Snorting, Grimmjow closed his eyes and tilted his chin up. With a small half grin on his face, Ichigo brushed the bangs out of Grimmjow's eyes. It made the larger man shiver.
Good.
He took his time kissing Grimmjow, biting at his full bottom lip and smiling more when the man let out a long groan. The larger man grabbed Ichigo's shoulders and let go just as quickly, forcing his hands to his sides. He had to be considerate, and considerate meant not eating up Ichigo's skin like he wanted to.
Ichigo moved from Grimmjow's lips to his cheeks, and then to that fucking perfect jawline. He'd wanted to kiss that since the moment he had a good look at it, and he loved the way his lips scraped over the slight stubble. The feeling was better than he ever thought it would be. Grimmjow snickered, and let his eyes fall open just a little. Just enough to see Ichigo's neck.
Grimmjow groaned, throwing his head back as he felt the man graze his teeth over his ear. The teeth quickly turned into a tongue on his neck. Grimmjow writhed, hoping Ichigo couldn't feel the blush spreading out from his ears. Ichigo feet it. He wanted Grimmjow all over the bed, naked and covered with sweat. He wondered what his hair will look like when it's actually a mess and not just rumpled.
"Gonna tease me all day Kurosaki?" Grimmjow panted.
"Nah," Ichigo replied, continuing to graze his teeth over Grimmjow's skin because it was just too damn soft for him to ignore. Most of Grimmjow was muscle and tough skin, and Ichigo thought it made spots like these twice as sensitive.
"Just until you stop with the side comments. The only coherent word I want you to say is my name."
Grimmjow snorted and broke into full on laughter before he could stop himself. Ichigo almost fell off of him, and had to clutch his chest so he didn't lose his balance.
"Holy shit, your dirty talk sucks. You really are a virgin, aren't you?"
"Shut up," Ichigo said, tilting his head up and biting hard into Grimmjow's neck. It worked, and stopeds Grimmjow mid laugh. He archeed his back and Ichigo swore he could feel the curve of his spine. The smaller man shivered as hands roamed over his back, nails just barely scraping his skin.
"Tease me more like that Kurosaki," Grimmjow whispered.
"And I'm not gonna be able to control myself."
Instead of replying, Ichigo sat up, still straddling the man, and began taking off his shirt. He made Grimmjow watch as he undid each button, and slapped a hand away when the blue haired man tried to pull the cloth off his shoulders. When he had tossed the shirt and tie aside and unbuttoned his pants, he leaned down and braced his hands on either side of Grimmjow's head.
"Alright, you can kiss me."
Grimmjow didn't need to be told twice.
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"Fuck, am I hurting you? Why do you keep hissing?"
"Because it's fucking sensitive. And I'm fucking nervous, God, just get on with it," Ichigo whined, trying to arch himself into Grimmjow's hips.
The other man seemed determined to tease him, and it didn't help the coil in his stomach or make his thighs less sensitive. Grimmjow crooked his fingers again inside the smaller man and watched him writhe. They'd been locked like this for God-knows-how long now, and Grimmjow would swear an oath that it was the hottest thing he'd seen since his first porn mag at age fifteen. Fuck, it was probably hotter than that.
"You're so wet for me," he whispered, bending in close so he spoke softly into Ichigo's ear.
"Do you want this?"
"You know I do, and if you don't give it to me I'm going to-fuck!"
Grimmjow rubbed his prostate again and cut him off mid sentence, forcing pleasure up his spine but just barely keeping him from cumming. It was part torture, part intense pleasure and being caught between the two extremes was almost too much for Ichigo. Grimmjow was determined to make him scream though, and having the man willingly spread out beneath him was enough to make it hard from cumming just from the sight of it. What had happened in that one room on the couch was like an awful teaser trailer for the world's best movie; Grimmjow couldn't get enough of it.
"Please, Grimmjow," he moaned, lost in the delirium of the moment. At this point he was almost out of energy to fuck himself on the man's fingers.
It was his voice that urged the blue haired man into action, the wanton lilt and the unfiltered need that came with it too much to just sit and listen to. He slid into Ichigo with little resistance, and he swore the man sighed with relief when he was fully seated. Every time he shifted his hips, Ichigo jerked and moaned just a little louder, all nerves and unchecked desire.
Going slow at first was almost physically painful because of how much Ichigo writhed and clenched himself around his length, but the man seemed to keen louder when he picked up the pace until his balls were slapping against the orangette's ass(the orange, as it turns out, was natural).
"Fuck, please," Ichigo cried, letting out a mewl when Grimmjow sealed his mouth over his oversensitive skin, the teeth wandering over and playing with his nipple. He fisted his hands in Grimmjow's hair to ground himself, tugging at the blue but not trying to pull him away. Ichigo let his head fall back on the bed and panted for air, one ankle still hooked around Grimmjow's waist and trying to pull the larger man back into the crook of his thigh. He felt the coil travel lower in his stomach and he knew he was going to cum.
"Grimmjow!" he cried out as the mafia boss wrapped a hand around his dick, clawing at his muscled shoulders and back and leaving marks on all the skin he could reach. The smaller man came so hard his toes curled and his thighs shook from the sheer force of it, his body clenching down on Grimmjow and making him cum harder from the feeling of being so full.
Grimmjow moaned at the sensation and tried to last, but he had been waiting too long for this. He came inside of the younger man and just slumped over on top of him, crushing him into the bed with his full body weight. He could feel sweat on every part of his body and Ichigo's cum on both of their stomachs, but he had literally been inside of the teen so who gave a fuck?
Before he could say something, Ichigo pushed his face to the side so he could bring their mouths together in another sloppy kiss, trailing it off so he could bite at Grimmjow's chiseled neck.
"If you think we're done here, you're wrong because I'm pretty sure I can still walk out of this bed."
"Is that a challenge I hear?"
"That depends, can you fuck me so hard I feel it into next week?"
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
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Fuck I took so long writing this and I'm still not satisfied with the smut at the end. Sorry this wasn't up in tie for Valentines Day but happy late Valentines Day? I have more stuff in the works instead of finishing 1 thing I have 4 things half to almost complete lol