"Oh you have got to try it on." Renji said with a condesending grin.
"Fuck you, no!" Ichigo protested with a glare to the redhead and then to the female school uniform that had been sent to him. Why the fuck did they send me this?! The orange-haired teen wondered. Fucking uniform company!
"Aw c'mon, they sent it just for you, Ichigo-chan~!" Renji said with that awful grin still in place.
Something clicked...Ichigo-chan The uniform supply must've read his name wrong and mistaken it for the female version. You've got to be fucking kidding me! Ichigo could not understand why they hadn't double checked! What kind of girl would be 5'9" with a shoulder span like his!? This was just ridiculous!
"C'mon! I would totally give you 500 yen to do it!" Renji insisted, smacking the tabletop with excitement.
"You don't even have any money!" Ichigo growled back in annoyance.
"I would find some if you try it on!" Renji replied, getting up and hanging on Ichigo while he pleaded, "Pleeease! Come on!"
Ichigo shoved him across the room, "No! Get out!" And out the front door, slamming the door closed and locking it.
"You're no fun!" Renji protested on the otherside of the door, knocking on it. Ichigo ignored him, slumping on the couch while Renji continued to make a nuisance of himself-it felt like hours but Ichigo was sure it was only a few minuets.
The teen let out a sigh when Renji finally took the hint and left. Ichigo tried to enjoy the peace and quiet but it soon became boring. What do I do now...? The boy wondered to himself, and suddenly the school girl uniform came into his sight. Hmm...His mind toyed with the ludicrous idea of actually wearing it as Renji had suggested...it was made to fit me...WHAT. No. Ichigo shook his head, how could he honestly be thinking about wearing something so stupid?! He got up from the couch and paced across the room, still unsure what to do to ease his building boredom.
He grabbed his homework from the kitchen table on the fly, sitting back down and fiddling with his pencil as he read through the workbook... Well read was a stretch, he really just stared at the same page for a couple minuets, processing none of the information. He glanced at the uniform again...SO stupid. He scolded himself, forcing his eyes to focus on his work. He got through a paragraph before his eyes dragged back to the uniform. I wonder...No, stop it! He grit his teeth and refocused once more. Goddamnit... He couldn't concentrate, his curiousity was egging him on.
"Goddamnit!" He snapped, throwing his workbook down, grabbing the uniform and tromping upstairs to his bedroom. He locked the door and quickly pulled off his clothes, pants then shirt. For a moment he just stared at the mini skirt and button down shirt on his bed, telling himself how ridiculous this was, but his curiousity was stronger.
He pulled the mini skirt up his legs, zipping it closed once it was around his waist. It really was made for him. Next came the shirt, that also fit well. I need a mirror. Ichigo thought, wondering how it actually looked. He listened to make sure no one had come home then snuck out of his bedroom, down the hall to the bathroom. I look so stupid. The boy made faces at himself in the mirror, giving a twirl. He really felt stupid. It especially looks dumb since my boxers are longer than the skirt. Ichigo thought, he tried to fold his boxers up so they couldn't be seen, but it just made him look like he had abnormally thick thighs. He dropped his boxers to the floor, thinking that looked better than the folding had. "Meh." Ichigo stared at himself, shaking his head at his own foolishness... ...Wasn't there a tie or bow or something that goes around the neck? ...
He tromped down the stairs to find the missing piece of the uniform, soon finding the red necktie and matching jacket. He quickly tied the necktie around his neck, making sure it was tucked properly under the shirt's collar, using the mirror by the front door. "It does look more complete now." He murmured to himself, turning this way and that in inspection.
There was a short knock at the door. OH SHIT. Ichigo thought but didn't have time to react before someone busted open the door with a, "Berry, I'm back!" It was Grimmjow, double oh shit, this could not be happening! The soul reaper made a dash for the kitchen, "Hey!" The panther followed, catching Ichigo just before he stepped into the kitchen, pinning the teen against the wall with his whole body, "Who're you?" Grimmjow inquired with a low growl. Ichigo froze, biting his lips, what do I do!? What do I do! The sexta started sniffing when the boy didn't answer, a frown coming to his mouth when he recognized the scent. A shiver ran down Ichigo's spine as the espada pressed his nose against his neck, taking a deep inhale, "Ichigo?"
The teen shook his head, still saying nothing as he started pushing back on Grimmjow. The panther pushed back, flattening his prey against the wall and taking another breath of scent. "It is you!" He growled, "Why you running from me!?"
"Let go of me goddamnit!" Ichigo hissed, trying again to free himself from the wall. Grimmjow was having none of it as he pushed back with more force, one of his hands getting leverage on Ichigo's ass and pressed the teen's front against the wall, or, more specifically, his crotch. The boy let out a yelp from the feeling of friction, the hand on his ass wasn't helping either; he was wishing he had thought to put back on his boxers, the skirt's fabric was so thin. "Grimmjow!" Ichigo whined, trying to worm his way out from under the panther's paws, but only ending up rubbing himself against the wall, "Grimmjow~..."
"Why were you runnin' from me?" The sexta growled into Ichigo's ear, his breath making the boy shiver. Ichigo didn't answer, caught up in the debate in his head of whether to continue trying to escape (even though it was starting to turn him on) or just giving up for the sake of no more friction... "...what are you wearing...?" O_O The boy looked over his shoulder in horror. Grimmjow was looking him up and down with a frown, "Isn't that girl's clothes?...wait.." The panther's hand stroked down the reaper's backside, "...you're not wearing underwear." Uuuuh.
"Let me- ahhn!" As if sensing it, Grimmjow pressed Ichigo harder into the wall before the boy could attempt to push away from it. The boy let out a few tiny moans as he squirmed but only ended up rubbing his sex against the hard surface.
"Oooh, what noises you're making." Grimmjow teased, caging the boy against the wall with his own body, his hands gripping bare thighs. Ichigo gasped as those hands came up the side of legs and he felt fingers dig into his hipbones. "You're really not wearing anything under this skirt, huh." The panther's tone had gotten a husky edge to it. His hands drew back down Ichigo's thighs, one hand brushing against the boy's half-hard sex in a playful manner while the other hand took a bruising grip on his thigh. "How about making some more noise for me?" Grimmjow whispered, his voice had dropped to a deep, rich octave that was all male desire.
"No-aaahn!" The playful touches to his member instantly became less of a tease and more of a command. Ichigo let out a soft groan from the sensation that made his body ache for more. "Grimm-haaahn~" The panther's large hand easily stroked from head to base, over and over, his grasp powerful but controlled. The teen moaned with each taste of pleasure, knees starting to tremble.
"Louder." Grimmjow bid in a growl, his grip taking hold of Ichigo's sack. The orange-haired male moaned accordingly, the sound forcing its way out as the espada massaged the flesh in his grasp. The panther seemed to purr in his throat, nipping at the back of Ichigo's neck with his teeth while he continued the blissful caresses.
"St-stop..." Ichigo murmured breathlessly, feeling a shiver worm up his spine when he heard Grimmjow licking his own fingers, "What are yo-uhn!" Making small rotations with his wet fingers, the panther circled the reaper's hole, softly pressing one in, breaching the boy's insides, "W-wait..." Ichigo groaned lowly, body shaking as the finger pressed all the way inside, "No..."
Grimmjow growled, forcing in the second finger and growling in approval at the sounds that it caused, "So tight." Shit, that's what I should be saying. Ichigo thought, half in delirium, while the sexta gave pleasure but denied him orgasm, continuing to open his backside. It was going too slow, it was taking so long, he wanted to come, he wanted to come so badly...
"Hurry up!" Ichigo snapped, crawling at the hand that gripped his sex, trying to urge more action, letting out his own growl of frustration-which, at the rough thrust of Grimmjow's fingers, turned into a whimper instead.
"You want it ?" The panther asked coyly, rubbing his own member that was lubed with pre-come against Ichigo's entrance, "You want me?"
"Yes..." The reaper said with a groan.
"Spread your legs." Grimmjow commanded, giving a slow rub against the smaller male's sex in insistence. Biting his own lip, Ichigo slowly spread his trembling legs, and covered his face in embarrassment at the panther's triumphant chuckle. Ichigo winced as the bigger male gipped his hip and his heat started to enter. Its here! Oh god! The boy thought, his entire attention focused on the heat that was starting to sear, his insides that felt stretched, his body full, and how all of it was reaping such pleasure that he thought he might drown in it any minuet.
Just as Ichigo was about to peak, about to finally find orgasm, Grimmjow went utterly still, "Nooo!" The boy tried to move his body, but the panther's grip on his hips was steel-like, "Grimmjow! No! Move!" The orange-haired teen was nearly to tears with need, "Please, please, make me come." Grimmjow growled in arousal, thrusting his hips forward, his skin meeting Ichigo's own with a slap. The boy moaned, clutching the sexta's hands that were still on his hips, as the rhythm of pumps finally brought him to climax. With a cry, Ichigo came hard, his entire body going rigid as the pleasure exploded through him. He leaned against the wall, panting heavily.
"Its my turn now." Grimmjow whispered huskily into the teen's ear, quickly pulling out and then pressing his achingly hard member back in, making Ichigo yelp in surprise as his raw nerves were wrecked with new sensations. "Make me come, Ichigo." The panther said, still in that voice that made chills run through the boy's skin. The soul reaper gasped and moaned as the sexta settled into a quick tempo of fucking that had Ichigo's toes curling and his body desperate for another orgasm. Grimmjow growled lowly, suddenly sinking his teeth into the ridge of his partner's shoulder as he found climax. The pain and pleasure mingled together in a cocktail of sex and sweat, Ichigo coming dry as the bigger male's seed filled his insides.
Grimmjow continued to rut, slick and easy as he lapped at the bloodied bite mark on Ichigo's shoulder. "St-stop..." The boy whimpered breathlessly, his legs so weak they'd give out if not for the panther's hold, and his body aching, still yearning, sensitive to Grimmjow's shallow motions.
"Liar. Your insides are still twitching," The panther thrust himself in to the hilt, Ichigo's breath hitching at the full feeling once again, "you want more, don't you?"
"N-aahn!" The teen couldn't even voice his next lie as Grimmjow pulled out lazily then stabbed back in, all the way, with one movement. Ichigo moaned, grasping at the panther's hands, nearly hard enough to draw blood. The panther seemed to growl slightly at the touch of pain, latching his mouth back on to the bite on Ichigo's shoulder as he picked up the pace again. The bliss was molten and electric in the same turn, making his mind numb to anything but the feeling of being filled, satisfied, turned raw underneath the larger male. "Grim-" The words turned into a noiseless cry as the boy climaxed again, the orgasm so shattering that he could feel his knees give.
"That was quick, little liar." The panther purred, holding Ichigo up as he made a few final thrusts and came himself. Ichigo could only pant, too blissed out to offer any other response. They stayed like that for a few moments, heat bleeding together as they tried to find their breath. With a grunt, and the teen letting out a soft moan, Grimmjow slid himself free.
"Grimmjow..." Ichigo called in a meek voice, gripping the panther's wrists as the sexta made like he was moving away.
"Knees still weak?" Grimmjow teased, making Ichigo groan impatiently at him, "Want me to lay you down somewhere?" The panther inquired, smile adding implication. Ichigo offered another unimpressed groan. "We could make your clothes even more dirty." That got the teen to blush. Grimmjow grinned, turning Ichgo around and then throwing him over his shoulder with ease.
"Hey! St-" Just as Ichigo was starting to protest, they heard a voice from the doorway.
"Ichigo-chan~ I got the 500 yen!" Ah fuck. The teen didn't know if he could handle Renji seeing him in such a humiliating position, not to mention, in the uniform...
"Grimmjow, I'll let you do whatever you want if you make sure Renji doesn't see me like this." Ichigo said to the panther.
"Really?!"
Ichigo sighed, "Yes, really."
Grimmjow's smile turned barbaric, as he set Ichigo down on the kitchen counter with a, "I'll get rid of him." I'm going to regret this later... Ichigo thought, hardly caring since he was tired. He picked at the skirt that was no longer clean then glowered, its all this fucking uniforms fault!...Why the fuck did they send me this... Fucking uniform company!
The End!
(Maybe I'll do a sequel later...maybe not...who knows! Sorry this took forever Miu, but congrats on graduating and all that! :D :D)