Author: Prepare yourself Ichigo
Ichigo: WHAT WHY? IS THERE A HOLLOW? WHERE IS IT?
Grimmjow: Except I'm an Arrancar.
Ichigo: Shut up.
Author: So the R rated scene is here. I warn you, IF YOU'RE NOT OKAY WITH A MALE DOING IT IT WITH ANOTHER MALE, I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE.
Ichigo: WHAT DO YOU MEAN
Author: Enjoy, those who decided to stay
Grimmjow slammed the door close pushing Ichigo on it. He didn't get a chance to catch up to his lost breath because Grimmjow was covering his lips again—with his, kissing him feverently. But this time, Ichigo kissed back with the same passion, forcing a groan out of the teal haired Arrancar.
Grimmjow's hands roamed all over his body, rubbing his sides. Ichigo noticed how rough Grimmjow's lips felt against his soft ones, but hell, he loved it. He loved how every now and then, Grimmjow nibbled on his lower lips, sucking it between his sharp teeth. Ichigo moaned quietly when Grimmjow's canines brushed against his bottom lip, and the latter wasted no time to put his tongue in his hot, waiting mouth. Grimmjow sucked on the muscular organ and rubbed it with his tongue. Hell, Ichigo felt the pleasure travel straight towards his south. As if reading his mind, Grimmjow roughly grinded his hips against him and Ichigo didn't even stop the loud, rather embarrassing moan that left his mouth. But when Grimmjow was literally tongue fucking his mouth, throwing all his sanity out of the window, he could care less.
Ichigo faintly registered of being nearly devoured by the Espada as his animalistic desires-much similar to a panther's, came alive. His blue eyes burned with desire, and his lips held a predatory grin. Ichigo never thought of being a bottom, but when it comes to Grimmjow Jagerjaques, he didn't have the strength to go against him. Ichigo would never admit it in the broad daylight, but he needed Grimmjow to devour him, to dominate him, to satiate the burning desire inside him.
Grimmjow released his mouth, and his eyes glazed over the now ravishsed lips of his berry, and it only gave a kick to his immense ego that he was the one making Kurosaki weak on his knees just by kissing. With his signature smirk, he moved down his jawline, kissing it . He placed open mouthed kisses on his neck and at one particular point, Ichigo let out a gasp.
"Found it."
"Grimm..." Ichigo panted irregularly, trying to calm the immense pleasure coursing through his skin every time Grimmjow's lips latched onto his body, leaving hot, lustful kisses.
"Yes Ichi?" Grimmjow smirked knowing full well what he was doing to the shinigami and that Ichigo was too deep in his pleasure to respond.
Grimmjow let his hands untie his obi, and almost tore his shihakusho to reveal his toned chest. He moved his calloused hands over his hardening nubs, flicking them with his long fingers.
"Ah fuck...Grimm.." Ichigo mewled in response. The Arrancar only grinned, and without any warning surrounded the left bud with his hot mouth.
"Nnghh...n-not there...don't suck on it Grimm...ahhnn..." Ichigo was desperate, his body becoming lewder, more wanton for the Espada's rough touches.
"Scream louder, Ichi. Let the others hear what a slut you are. Let 'em know how good you take it." Grimmjow growled and bit down on his nipple, then lapping it with his tongue after to soothe it.
Ichigo couldn't help but moan, much to his embarrassment. But with Grimmjow worshipping his body, he couldn't just keep quiet. The pleasure was taking over his senses, and he let it. He came here, knowing full well, the consequences. Grimmjow grabbed a handful of his hair, and roughly pulled on them, eliciting another groan from him.
"Don't even think of escaping Ichi, because if you even try, I'll pull you back, lock you up and fuck you so hard that you'll forget your name." The pure truth in those blue eyes scared him, but he got himself into this-there's no going back. Not giving Ichigo any means to counter or respond, Grimmjow pulled his shihakusho, and ripped—yes, ripped it away, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He pushed Ichigo on the bed, and as soon as his back hit the soft covers, Grimmjow hovered over him. He started kissing down his body, paying extra attention to his nipples, kissing along his scars. He went down, kissing inside his thighs licking a trail up.
Ichigo squirmed beneath him, extending his hands to tug on Grimmjow's jacket and with an understanding nod, he ripped his jacket out and threw it-which probably joined Ichigo's shihakusho. Grimmjow moved up again, their naked chests touching without anything as a barrier, their nipples brushing, making both of them groan in pleasure.
Grimmjow kissed him hard—yet with an unknown sweetness, cupping Ichigo's cheeks. Ichigo bucked his hips in search of some friction, but Grimmjow had other plans.
The Arrancar moved one of his hands from Ichigo's cheek, and placed it over Ichigo's forming bulge in his boxers.
"Hahh..."Ichigo struggled to catch his breath when Grimmjow decided it was a good idea to rub his long, calloused fingers over his covered membrane. It felt so good, and Ichigo couldn't imagine the feeling of those fingers touching his bare cock. Grimmjow squeezed it gently, and rubbed the tip of his cock, making Ichigo cry out.
"Yes, like that Ichi. Lemme hear you cry. By the end of the night, you'll be screaming my name." Grimmjow huskily said, and moved downwards until his face was just mere inches from Ichigo's bulge. A blotch was already forming over the boxers where the tip of his cock was rubbing from inside.
"Look at you, already so wet for me. You want it, don't you Ichi? You want my cock to push deep inside you, pound into your sweet spot over and over again till all you can do is scream in pleasure? You want my cock inside you, don't you Ichi?" Grimmjow licked a trail down Ichigo's shaft, blowing over his tip.
Ichigo writhed underneath him, and bit his lips, so rough that it drew blood. Grimmjow chuckled deeply, and kissed—open mouthed, on his weeping cock. Ichigo's body jerked, and his strong hands grappled the sheets harshly. With a groan filled with gravel, Grimmjow used his teeth to pull off the boxers, exposing Ichigo's hard cock.
Ichigo shivered as the cold air hit his naked membrane, and extended his hand in a futile try to cover it-because Grimmjow was already engulfing his shaft in his warm mouth. Ichigo watched, his eyes burning with lust as the sixth Espada lapped at his cock hungrily, sucking on it, worshipping every inch of his throbbing cock, with extreme care.
Ichigo tightened his knuckles around the sheets, because God damn hell, Grimmjow just went deeper, and fucking hell, as if sucking wasn't enough. He could feel it hit his throat every time he bobbed his head up and down.
"Grimm..g-gonna come..ahhngh..." Ichigo could feel the familiar heat pooling his stomach and he was so close. So damn close, and he was just mere seconds from coming so hard when—
Grimmjow removed his mouth.
The sound that left Ichigo's mouth was best described as a needy, frustrated whine. His hips bucked up on instinct, in search of some friction-he just wanted to come; but Grimmjow left him untouched.
Half lidded, Ichigo could see Grimmjow towering over him. He wore a sly and predatory grin, slipping off the rest of his clothes from his body. They both lay naked, and Grimmjow slowly descended on his body, and soon they were chest to chest, their naked bodies entangled in a beautiful mess. Their lips found each other again, sloppily kissing, teeth clashing, tongues ravishing each other's mouth-exploring their deepest caverns, tasting, devouring.
Suddenly, a possiblity struck Ichigo, and wasting no time, he propped up on his elbows and pushed Grimmjow down. Grimmjow's eyes widened in surprise as their positions swapped. Now, Ichigo was straddling him, their cocks pressing over each other.
"I wanna try something, try to stay quiet, k?" Ichigo mumbled, licking his lips.
Catching on, Grimmjow grinned again. "Sure, go ahead. It's all yours."
Ichigo blushed furiously at his comment and also because he was found out. With a hungry look in his honey-coloured orbs, Ichigo leaned down and gave a tentative lick on the thing, his first time ever to do so.
"I might suck at it," Ichigo said as a matter of factly. However, his mind was so fucking much eager to just take it in his mouth and taste it. He refrained, of course.
"Sucking is kinda the point, ye know." Grimmjow held an amused expression, almost as if he was aware of the conflict going on in Ichigo's mind. He was rewarded with a glare and along with his beloved shinigami sucking the top of his dick. Grimmjow didn't know if he should laugh or be angry at Ichigo, because the way Ichigo was sucking on his cock, it made it clear-he was his first man. But it gave him a weird sense of satisfaction as the little piece of inormation and decided to take over.
"C'mere, Ichi." He called. Ichigo looked up, a string of saliva connecting the Arrancar's penis and his lips. Fucking hell. Grimmjow could just come from the sight.
"I told you I'm bad at it." Ichigo giggled-a manly one, according to him.
Grimmjow just nodded, "Don't fuss over it. Now Ichi, get on your fours." He ordered.
Ichigo's heart gave a loud thud, half expectant and half afraid as to what was going to happen. He obliged, anyways. An embarrassing position was an understatement, Ichigo found himself wondering as he lifted up his ass and could feel Grimmjow eye him with lust filled eyes.
"The thing is," Grimmjow started,"I don't have lube."
Ichigo choked on thin air, after absorbing the knowledge of the absence of lube.
"I'm not having you fuck me without any lube! This is my first time, and for God's sake it's you and you have one hell of a big penis!" Ichigo snapped, scurrying away from the other...almost.
Two large hands were pulling him back the next second, holding him down in his previous position.
"I just said that I don't have lube, I didn't say I'll fuck you without any." Grimmjow cooed, his hot breath fanning Ichigo's ear, making a shiver run through his spine.
"Wh-what?" He sounded weak, Ichigo knew but Grimmjow's words were more confusing than his helpless state.
"I'll just use this."
Ichigo felt the Espada's fingers prod at his mouth, and getting the idea, Ichigo opened up, sucking those long fingers sufficiently before Grimmjow retreated them. And just as he expected, Ichigo felt a digit caressing his entrance before working its way inside him.
Ichigo gave a strangled groan of pain at the intrusion, as Grimmjow continued. A searing pain
"Does it hurt, Ichi?" Grimmjow asked, surprising Ichigo. Grimmjow asking if he hurt him was something that doesn't happen everyday.
"N-no, just...feels weird." Ichigo said, trying to get used to the feeling.
"You'll feel good soon," And boy, he kept his word. Within minutes, Grimmjow could fit inside him four fingers, pushing in and out. The burning pain receeded as pleasure took its place. But Ichigo needed more. More than just Grimmjow's fingers.
"..." Ichigo mumbled inaudibly, his face buried in the pillows.
"Hmmn Ichi?"
"P-put it in...It's already enough...put it in Grimm..." Ichigo couldn't believe what he was saying, but he could care less. When Grimmjow was brushing against his sweet spot—he didn't know something like that existed or it could feel that good, over and over and over again, he could just throw away all his concern out of the room.
"Impatient, eh Ichi?" Grimmjow chuckled, taking out his fingers. His cock twitched at the magnificent sight of Ichigo Kurosaki-the oh so powerful substitute soul reaper, bending before him, moaning, writhing, and begging to fuck him. That's something people don't see everyday and will probably never see anyways. Grimmjow had his mind set to mark the shinigami as his own, and brag it to everyone.
"But for this time, I'll oblige. You have to work harder for it next time." Grimmjow grapped his Strawberry's hips with one hand, and with the other, he stroked his cock, sighing in pleasure, lining it up along Ichigo's puckered hole.
"What are you do—Aahhhnn fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck..." A string of curses along with a guttural moan stifled by the pillow escaped the orange head's lips as Grimmjow thrust in.
"Yer so tight, Ichi, so fucking tight..fuck..." Grimmjow growled feeling the warmth of Ichigo's insides clamp down on his cock.
"Don't...move...Grimm..." Ichigo bit down on his lips, adjusting to the big size of his penis as Grimmjow sheathed himself deep inside him.
"Can't help it, Ichi. You feel so fucking good..." And no matter how much he resisted or tried to resist, Grimmjow started moving in an out in a steady pace.
"Ah...ah...ah..." Ichigo let out breathy moans with each thrust, clutching onto the sheets. It felt so good. So damn fucking good. With each thrust, Ichigo felt his insides burn more, in an insatiable desire flowing in his blood.
Suddenly, Ichigo gave a scream—a pleaaured one ,when Grimmjow hit unimaginably deep inside him.
"Grimmjow...Grimm...Grimm...fuck..." He left his sanity long while ago and didn't stop himself from screaming the Espada's name out in jerks and cracks. Unconsciously, his hands scartched the Espada's broad back. Grimmjow shivered, feeling an immense amount of desire in his body, hearing his name being screamed by the shinigami.
He said nothing, only fastened his pace, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. Like a beast, Grimmjow mauled Ichigo's whole body with sloppy kisses and lovebites.
"Fuck fuck it feels so good...fuck fuck...nnnghhh..." They were a mess. Making love, lile there's no tomorrow, their naked bodies entangled in a beautiful writhing mess.
Ichigo felt the heat again, and cried out,"I'mgoing to cum, Grimmjow I'm going to cum...fuck fuck fuck fuck...aaaahhhh..."
Hearing his lover at the edge, Grimmjow wrapped one of his hands around Ichigo's member and started pumping at a fast pace. It only took a flick of his rough fingers over his slit and he was coming hard, all over their bodies, screaming Grimmjow's name throughout.
Ichigo tightened up around Grimmjow's cock at the sheer pleasure coursing through him, forcing out his orgasm.
"Ichi...fuuuck..." He bit Ichigo's neck and thrust in deep, releasing everything inside him. Ichigo only shuddered in response, feeling the warm liquid filling him up.
The teal haired Arrancar collapsed on his body, both of them breathing harshly, gulping in the oxygen.
"That was..." Ichigo started.
"Amazing." Grimmjow completed, grinning a bit.
"Yes."
"I told you I'd make you scream Ichi," Grimmjow said, brushing his fingers within the mess Ichigo liked to call his hair. "I kept my word."
"Shut up, idiot." Ichigo blushed fifty shades of crimson at his words and hit his back.
"But you are beautiful." It was unlikely of the Arrancar, Ichigo thought. To look so serious, his eyes saying nothing but the utter truth and it surprised him-how stunningly beautiful he himself was.
"Shut up."
Grimmjow laughed, and flumped over his side, pulling the orange head close to his body. And they seem to match perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. He rested his chin on Ichigo's head and closed his eyes.
"Night, Ichi."
"Night."
Author: Ahem...
Ichigo: You perverted human I WILL OBLITERATE YOU
Author: Look who's talking. You were the one moaning and begging and shit and—
Ichigo: THAT'S CUZ YOU MADE ME
Grimmjow: I'm hurt now
Ichigo: Wait no, I didn't mean it like that I—
Author: Byee~