I'm busy getting paid so I'm not surprised that it's been a week already. The morning news is on TV and they're going on about the entertainment that's out right now. I'm always keeping my eye on the celebrities and new movies; especially the one Kurosaki is in. A lot of celebs have been out and about, but I realise Ichigo's been nowhere in sight other than the TV screens. I pick up my phone from my glass coffee table expecting him to hit me up but I see nothing. Honest to say I'm actually really disappointed that I have no missed calls or text messages from Ichigo. Sure, I have some from other people, but not from the one person I want. I know he's busy with work but I know he's pissed at me too. Doesn't mean he can avoid me though.

I decide to blow some time by running down to the beach. I'm enjoying the sun and cool breeze as I do some training, since I gotta keep my ever so sexy physique in check and decide to cool off with some swimming in the ocean. Fuck I love the beach.

I get home in a matter of minutes since I live so close. After a shower and pulling on a white wife beater and broad shorts I walk into the lounge. As I sit back on my couch and let myself relax into the plush sofa, I start thinking about Ichigo and realise that what I said to the kid must have really got to him. I still can't believe that me, out of all people happens to be the first to go and pop his cherry. And now he's all mad at me for that? Hey, he's the one that wanted me to fuck him in the first place. Not my fault he fucked up and I got some pictures of him. Yeah, maybe I'm the bad guy in this instance because I'm taking advantage of him, probably screwing around with his emotions or some stupid shit like that. I shrug, getting up from the couch and walking barefoot into my kitchen. I pour myself a glass of strong coffee while I contemplate whether I should just go ahead and sell his photos today. If I do this, then obviously the blackmail will end. Ichigo and I will end almost instantly, in a bad way too. The thought of not seeing him again, especially in a more personal way makes my chest feel heavy. Somehow Ichigo denying me is a massive turn on and I love pursuing him more than I actually want to admit. I'm determined to make him submit to me so I'm gonna keep this shit going. I decide to send him a text instead.

Ichigo POV

I'm so exhausted, not to mention I'm really sore in the ass department. I think Grimmjow roughed me up on purpose. I should've told him he was my first but that's just embarrassing. I don't even like thinking about having sex with him but I can't help it. How can I be in pain but feel so satisfied? He hasn't called me or messaged me at all, and I get the feeling Grimmjow is expecting me to give him some attention but I'm not going to budge. I'm not going to give him what he wants.

I don't really care that my manager booked me in with the entertainment section of a morning show for an interview, and being the lead actor in the new movie they are advertising the shit out of, I attend. I tend to be cool in these situations, and the interview goes by as usual. I appear like the only thing on my mind is the reception of the movie and my future endeavors, but in all reality I can't stop thinking about Grimmjow.

The moment I step into my house I get a text message from the very jerk himself. For some reason Grimmjow seems to be the only guy that can really get under my skin. A simple, seemingly innocent text coming from him is like a predator trying to lull prey in.

"What u doing?"

"Nothing," I text back.

I reach for my water bottle and start drinking, almost seconds later my phone buzzes again.

"Nice interview."

"You're an ass," I type quickly.

"I miss you."

My stomach clenches. My chest feels tight. He misses me. He misses my body. He misses tormenting me. Using me. I don't reply because I don't know what to say or how I even feel. I'm irritated and smiling like there's something wrong with me.

I'm surprised and lucky that at least he isn't some sweaty forty year old fat dude, but actually an extremely attractive man and fuck, is his body personally sculpted by the gods themselves? He must work out when he's not being paparazzi. Does Grimmjow even freaking know how gorgeous he is? Wash board abs, chiselled rock solid arms and chest, and not to mention his dick worked wonders on me. The first time I ever saw him in the bathroom drunk, his face flushed, gaping at me, I wished he wasn't a stupid paparazzi but a model or something, because honestly, he fooled me if it wasn't for the camera and obvious attempt to take my photos.

I just wasn't expecting him to blackmail me and that infuriates me. I'm always careful around paparazzi, especially in public places. The one time I mess up and this happens. Grimmjow is lucky. He got me at a time I was unguarded. I want to cut Grimmjow off but I feel a strong part of me really wanting to see him again. I really want to talk with him even though I'm angry at him. Whenever I think about his stupid smirk, which I wouldn't ever admit to anyone that it turns me the hell on, I feel hot and funny. I don't want to like Grimmjow. I can't like someone who's threatening my career like it's nothing but a sick twisted game.

Much to my embarrassment I think about last week, still shocked because I've never came so hard before in my life thanks to him even though I've been with plenty of girls before. I can literally feel a hectic frown forming on my face, especially on my forehead.

"You definitely should not frown so much, Kurosaki kun," I hear Uryu's voice before I see him.

"Wrinkles, wrinkles," he warns.

I look up from my phone to see him walking into the lounge area I'm sitting in.

I start rubbing my temples with the tips of my fingers, trying to relax my face.

"Uryu, I really don't want to go to the premiere," I say honestly.

He looks at me like I told him I was going to jump off the balcony. I might actually do it too.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're the star, you have to be there. Besides, the fem fatale Rukia is going to be present also."

I roll my eyes so hard there's a possibility I would cause brain damage to myself. I relax my eyes and gaze back down at my phone when it vibrates again in my hand. Oh yeah. I forgot to reply to him.

"Look if ur mad cause of last week then I'm sorry."

I stare at my phone dumbstruck. Him. Grimmjow. Sorry? Bullshit. Grimmjow is pissing me off so muchI'm literally seething at the screen. What I hate more is that I'm actually into him. I keep typing; totally ignoring that Uryu is looking at me with suspicion.

"You're just saying that because you want to see me again."

"Ichigo, is there something you're keeping from me?" Uryu asks.

"No, seriously, Uryu. I'm just tired and bloody hell, I'm checking my Instagram." I growl at him.

Speaking of Instagram, I wonder if the very jerk himself has one.

I tap into the search bar and write his first name in since I don't know his last and to my curiosity, he actually comes up. I'm hesitant, hovering my thumb over his name. Holly shit. I seriously wasn't expecting it to come up with anything but there he is. When I click into his account my eyes instantly land on his follower count. For some reason I always do that. Look there first like it even matters, but it seems now people can really achieve a high following even if they're not celebrities so to speak, and Grimmjow is one of them. Who is this guy? I suppose he hones the ability to take the perfect pictures of himself and his god damn hot body thanks to being a paparazzi. Whoa. I'm actually staring at my screen, my mouth open ajar. Any minute and I'll start drooling. I almost jump the fuck out of my skin when Uryu speaks from behind me, over my shoulder.

"Hmm, now he's a god," I turn back to look at him in utter shock, watching as he pushes his glasses up with his finger.

"Wha- uh, umm," I can't believe I'm fucking stuttering and my face is burning.

I quickly tap into the home button and start scrolling feeling like a retard.

"And who was that?" Uryu asks. "Is he perhaps the international model you were speaking about?"

I groan loudly, facing my phone again.

"Yes," I say, seriously kicking myself right now.

Uryu moves away from behind me.

I scroll through my phone, hoping that looking at the pictures of my friends and other users that I follow will make me feel like less of an idiot. Pictures of Rukia's endless selfies with millions of likes keeps popping up and I scroll through, looking at a picture of an addition to Renji's endless tribal tattoos and then a bar with a portion of Grimmjow's text back to me pops down but I ignore it. I think about Renji and Rukia and I know it's because of their influence I'm in this blackmailing situation with Grimmjow but I can't bring myself to blame my friends. This is really my problem, not theirs, and I want to keep them out of it as much as I can.

I don't read Grimmjow's reply and in a matter of minutes my phone is vibrating again and I realise that Grimmjow's calling me. I stare at the screen contemplating whether I should straight up hang up or ignore his call. Instead I jump out of my seat ignoring Uryu and rush into my room, closing the door. Should I actually answer him? My stomach is tingling. I do and don't want to answer him at the same time. I remember that we made a deal though, and I can't risk him getting pissed enough and potentially selling me out so I finally answer. Damn him.

"What?" I growl, about to crush this phone between my fingers.

Grimmjow laughs and he even sounds hot.

"I wanna see you."

"Why?" I demand.

I already know why he wants to see me and he knows it. Fuck. Fuck him. Grimmjow's just using me and he knows I can't stop him. He knows I can't exactly deny him either. I know I'm going to get stubborn because it's my way of fighting back.

"Because obviously you're mad as fuck at me and you're too much of a brat to admit it."

I groan, running my fingers through my hair.

"I don't want to see you, asshole."

It's quiet. I think he's going to lash out over the phone and make me go temporarily deaf from screaming or something, so I don't expect what he says next.

"I can't stop thinking about you. You don't know how much I want you." Grimmjow's voice husks.

My stomach feels strange and heat pools between my legs, making me groan and bite my lip from his voice. I feel hot. My cheeks are flushed and my body suddenly feels too sensitive.

"Grimmjow," I moan.

"Shit." Grimmjow groans and I frown, not sure what he's doing.

"Uh, are you OK?"

"Say it again." Grimmjow demands.

"Say what?"

"My name, Ichigo."

"Grimmjow, what the actual fuck are you doing?"

Grimmjow growls into the receiver, "I'm tryna get off. Shit."

I swallow. "You're hard?"

"Enough to fuck you through the phone."

So Grimmjow is just casually jacking off and it's disgusting and hot all at the same time. I look down on myself, feeling myself hardening too, my body covered in goose bumps.

"So am I."

"Then touch yourself."

I stiffen. I don't really want Grimmjow telling me what to do but my body says otherwise.

"Okay," I whisper, seriously hoping Uryu isn't eavesdropping on me. That would be awkward.

I open my door to peak out, seeing no one. I close my door again, walking towards my bed. I lye back and pull myself out of my lounge pants. I can't believe I'm this turned on by Grimmjow's voice. It only takes a few strokes to get me harder. I groan, rubbing the tip, determined to feel good.

"Fuck."

"What're you doing, Ichigo?"

He knows exactly what the fuck I'm doing. Even though I can't see him, I know Grimmjow's smirking. Right now I don't care about that. I'm too busy trying to get off so I close my eyes and continue stroking my dick.

"I'm touching myself like you wanted."

"What about those fingers, baby? You gonna fuck yourself and pretend it's me?"

"I- I am," I shudder, sticking my fingers into my mouth and trailing my fingers under me. I push the tip of two fingers into myself, stopping to get comfortable with the intrusion, then continue.

"Good. Let me hear you."

I push my fingers into myself deeper, moaning softly into the receiver.

"Louder. I want to hear you," Grimmjow whispers.

I moan again, louder this time, one hand stroking my dick while finger fucking myself with the other. I can't believe I'm submitting to him even through the phone. He isn't even here to make me do anything but Grimmjow still has his way with me. I didn't think phone sex could feel so good.

"Uh, shit. Yes."

I'm too far in to stop now. I stroke myself faster, beads of pre-cum dripping from the tip. I'm about to cum and Grimmjow's voice is pushing me over the edge.

Grimmjow groans. I think he's close too.

"I'll make you scream, berry. You're lucky it's just your little fingers fuckin' yourself right now. How does it feel, huh? Good? You like it, don't you, you little slut?"

I tremble. I should be angry for him talking to me like this but I feel too good to even care. I don't want him to control me but his voice does things to me. How it's authoritive, deep dark and controlling. It makes me want to surrender.

"Ah- yes," I breathe, about to explode.

"You want me there?" Grimmjow asks.

I buck, nodding frantically into the mattress.

"Yes. Yes."

"You want me to fuck you?"

I shake harder, my fingers pushing me over the edge. I will probably regret saying this but I don't stop myself in the moment. I moan again, taking a sharp breath.

"I do. I want you to fuck me so bad, Grimmjow. I want you here, please."

Grimmjow chuckles darkly into the receiver. "Such a dirty mouth. I will, baby. When I'm there I'll fuck you so good, fill you so deep. Are you close, Ichi? You gonna cum?"

"I'm, yes. I'm cumming." I come into my hand with a strained moan. I huff, the heat covering my body like I'm on fire. A moment later I hear Grimmjow grunt, sounding like he is too.

I open my eyes slowly and sit up when I catch my breath, pulling tissues out of the box on the bedside table and wiping the sticky mess off my stomach.

"So, ya gonna come over?" Grimmjow asks. I answer without thinking.

"Fine. When?"

A/N: I wanted to go with Ichigo's pov for this chap so a look into how he's handling everything. Hope you're enjoying it so far! Thanks for reviewing and feel free to let me know what you think :). Also: more from Ichigo's p.o.v or nah? (Honestly though, I prefer Grimm so most of this will be told by him).