"I hate you."
It's the first thing Ichigo says to me after stepping into my apartment. I find it funny because he didn't hate me when we were having phone sex and I'm sure he's not going to hate me when I'm fucking his ass too. Speaking of ass, Kurosaki's looks a little rounder than usual. Has he been working out more? I keep staring, following as he walks inside. It seems like Ichigo already knows his way around the place as he stops by the kitchen that connects to the lounge and turns to look at me. He's already pissed off, scowling because I'm still looking at his ass and he catches me doing it. I do it on purpose anyway. I love playing with him. I love getting him mad.
"Damnit Grimmjow, do you have to openly stare at my ass?" He growls.
"Yep," I smirk and he repeats how he apparently hates me.
"Not as much as you hate yourself," I say, getting closer. "You think you can walk around actin' like you're the most perfect thing on this planet. Nah. Don't you realise that I can see right through you, Kurosaki?"
Ichigo's hands are already bawled into fists by his sides. Geez he has no chill. If he throws a punch I won't hesitate to fight back but damn, I can't help but laugh at him for it.
"What are you talking about?"
"You already know," I wink and he frowns. Shit that's adorable.
"Stop acting like you know everything just because you watch and read shit about me. I don't hate myself. It's you. It's your fault. You're fucking cruel," he grumbles.
"You wanna blame me for your personal fuck up? Go ahead, I'm not stopping you. You think I'm cruel? Hah. I know I am. You're lucky it's me and not someone else. Now hurry up and take your clothes off, you came here to fuck didn't you?"
"Right, because that's all this is," I catch the hurt in his face before he looks away.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"Cause I'm obsessed, I just love you too much, baby."
"Cut the crap, Grimmjow!" He yells.
The smirk I had on my face falls.
Ichigo refuses to look at me and it's pissing me off. I turn him to face me again, and when I lock onto his eyes I see the same determination as before. He's mine, why can't he accept that? I bet he gets off on being controlled by me but he doesn't want to say it, he wants to hear it.
"You hate that I can control you. That's why you hate me. But you hate yourself more because you love it. I get off on that, and I know you do too. You're just too stubborn to admit it."
His eyes widen. I notice his lower lip quiver like I've hit a cord in him. Ichigo jerks away and I let him. There's no use hanging around to comfort him when he's about to freak out on me, or possibly try to kick my ass. Not that he would though. In all honesty, he's strong. I know he can fight, but I would seriously end up hurting him.
"Really? You're just going to use me, fuck me, make me do whatever the hell you want and then go and sell my story? You think you can just control me? My life?"
Ichigo's gotten closer to my face, daring but not touching, as if he's trying to intimidate me. He actually stands his ground and I realise that if anyone else tried this on me, I'd be ready to punch the fuck out of them, but somehow, seeing Ichigo do this turns me the fuck on. I grin. He pushes me hard in the chest.
"I'm not sleeping with you again."
That's what he thinks. I hope pretty boy doesn't forget exactly how he sounded over the phone. Not to mention I busted all kinds of nuts over his sweet voice but I ain't saying shit. I can easily put it over him enough to shut him up. I'm starting to fantasise all types of shit and by the time we're done glaring at each other, I've already imagined fucking him on every surface in my apartment.
"Oh really?" I laugh, "Do you really mean it when you say you won't sleep with me again? Because last time I recall, you were fucking yourself with your fingers, begging me to be there, fucking you instead."
He stares at me, and I watch his adam's apple bob when he swallows, thinking that I'd love to see that again but around my dick next time. He's speechless and looks nervous.
"That's what I thought," I smirk after a considerable amount of silence.
He seems to come back to himself, that attitude of his never ceasing to amuse me.
"And what if I say no?" He demands. "Then what will you do? Force me?"
"I'm not into rape," I counter.
I just love it when Kurosaki tries to fight me. Really, because I know that I'm going to win in the end and he sure as hell knows it too. I don't even need to force him, but the fact that he even thinks that I'll go that far actually irritates me.
"How can I be sure? For all I know this is probably your major plan."
"Oh sure," I say sarcastically before adding, "I ain't like that, kid. And besides, what I recollect from last week is that you wanted to fuck as much as I did."
He folds his arms over his chest.
"I can just leave. Ignore your calls," he mutters.
"Sure. And I can just sell your ass out." I walk closer to him.
"Fine, Grimmjow. Sell my pictures. I don't fucking care! Go for it."
The outburst makes me smile. I know he doesn't mean it. He's just being a little shit.
"Now, that's more like it. I like a little fight in you."
"Stop it. I want to stop this. We're done." Ichigo turns to walk away.
"No, we're not." I grab his arm. He's not serious.
Ichigo scowls. "Let me go. I'm leaving."
"Fight me."
"If that's what you really want," Ichigo clenches his fist.
He punches my arm so hard I actually gape at him.
"What do you think I am, weak?" His brows are furrowed, ready to strike again.
We're either going to fight or fuck. I'm not too fussed. I'm actually amused and partly surprised by the sudden move. I can't stop grinning at him. I don't exactly want to fight him, even though I'm in the mood to punch the shit out of him for doing that. But his mouth is what I want.
"Suck my dick at least one last time before we end this, Kurosaki."
He's frowning. I doubt he believes me.
"Grimmjow…are you serious?"
I walk to my couch and take a seat, slinging my hand over the top.
"Sure. Blow me. Then you could just stop seeing me, but that doesn't mean I'm not telling the whole wide world about your risky business in the club."
"It's my word over yours." Ichigo cuts me off, smiling.
I'm quiet, staring at that stupid fucking smile on his face. Did he think about this on his way here? Maybe that's why Kurosaki came to my apartment throwing attitude my way like his winning. He thinks he's better than me? I dig my nails into the couch. I hate losing, so I won't let him win. Ichigo's words won't matter when I have pictures, and the plan I'm conjuring up won't let him get away.
"Come here," I growl.
Ichigo bites his bottom lip, taking his time like he even has a choice. He walks slowly. I know he's teasing me. I spread my legs comfortably where I sit, smirking as he stands in front of me, watching as he slowly descends. Ichigo's already on his knees, the fucking slut. He's between my legs on the floor, fingers gripping. I don't even unbutton my jeans, or take my already hard dick out. Ichigo's already done it for me. I feel his breath hovering over me causing a string of goose bumps to break out. By the time his mouth is on my dick, sucking me like no tomorrow, I reach for my camera. Does he really think I would let him go that easy? I turn my camera on and Ichigo tries to raise his head to look at me. Before he can see my camera, I fist his hair and slam him down, making him gag.
"You sure ya wanna end this?" I moan, "Aren't ya gonna miss my dick?"
He whines, digging his nails into my thighs and keeps sucking. I lean back and close my eyes, keeping a grip on his soft hair. I listen to him moan, the vibrations from his mouth and his tongue almost sending me over. I watch him for a moment, bobbing his head, slurping like some type of porn star.
"Look at me," I demand.
Ichigo looks directly into my eyes. I grin, nodding to the camera in my hand. His focus shifts and his eyes go wide. Suddenly he's trying to pull his mouth away but I tighten my fist to keep him in place in time to snap a picture of him. Ichigo's trembling from the pressure, but I don't think I'm hurting him too badly. I make him deep throat me before yanking him off, watching as he falls back, sputtering and gasping for air. I take the chance to cum on his cheek, over his lips, and take another picture as my cum is literally dripping from his lips.
"G-Grimmjow!"
Ichigo's on all fours, trying to reach for my camera. I kick him back and he groans.
"You thought it was gonna be that easy? It's your word against my pictures now, princess."
He quickly sits up, mouth open, staring at me like I'm joking. He doesn't even bother to wipe his face. I grip his sticky chin, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"What ya gonna do now?"
I let go, wiping my hand against his shirt before sitting back up and looking through my camera's playback, grinning at what I see.
"You really look good doing anything. Ever consider porn?" I bark out laughter, going back and forth the pictures. "Wanna see? It's not much, but it's enough to ruin you."
When I look at Ichigo, his head is down, wiping his face with the back of his hands. I can't see his eyes, but I wouldn't be surprised if he's crying.
"You better go," I stand, fixing my jeans. "I still need to print these out."
Ichigo's hand shoots out to grip my leg, making me stop. When I look down on him, he's pleading with his eyes. I expect him to beg me to stop. He looks away instead.
"Fuck you." He mutters.
"Fuck you right back." I smirk.
He let's go of my leg, reaching for the box of tissues on the coffee table and grabs a handful, wiping his face until there's no cum left. I bet his face must feel disgusting considering the frown on his face. He runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.
"It's not fair. You tricked me. You took more pictures. You lied."
"I'm a paparazzi, it's my job. I'm not supposed to be fair." I place my camera on the coffee table, watching him. He glances at my camera, but doesn't move to touch it.
"You wanna know what Paparazzi means, for real, Grimmjow?" He asks, somehow finding the will to smirk up at me, like what he has next is going to upset me just as much as I've upset him.
"It means pest. You're a fucking pest."
My smirk drops. Ichigo stands, scowling at me.
"You must really be a sad person if this is all you can do to somebody."
I'm expressionless. In reality I don't even fucking care about what he says about my job. I just get an itch. An urge. Ichigo yells when I grab him without warning. I squeeze his arms hard, pulling him flush against my chest.
"You don't know me well enough to say shit like that." I keep my hold when he tries to move away.
"Like wise." He glares.
I want to slap the dirty look off his face, but I want to kiss him too.
"Then let's get to know each other better," I suggest.
He's trying to fight back a blush. I can't stop myself from leaning in and pressing my lips against his. I have to admit, I'm seriously horny right now and when I'm around Ichigo it's like I have no control. His lips move against mine, exciting me and I nibble on his bottom lip until he opens up for me and in a matter of seconds his tongue is in my mouth. Fuck yeah, that's what I'm talking bout.
He slings his arms around my neck, letting me take lead in this make out session we got going on. I literally want to throw him on the floor and fuck his brains out right now but instead I find myself walking back, pulling him with me. He stumbles forwards, his body meshing into mine and we're literally bumping into everything trying to get to my room.
"Grimm," he breathes, making me groan in return. Well shit. When did I get so hard? I grasp the top of his pants, yanking hard enough to expose his thigh and he yelps in surprise. His hands run down my chest, pulling my shirt off. He licks his lips, gazing at my bare chest and shit; it's so much of a fucking turn on when he tries to take control even though we both know I can turn that shit around any minute. His lips are on mine again, and his hands reach for my belt tugging me against his body.
"Did you really miss me?" Ichigo asks, already having undone my belt, popping the button open and pulling at my zipper. At first I don't know where that question came from, but I remember the text I sent him before our phone session. I'm kind of surprised when he grabs my ass but I'm not complaining. I think it's hot.
"Looks like you missed me more," I tease, running my hands down his sides, making him shiver. I yank his shirt off and his pants are gone in an instant. We're both naked and hard and fucking hell we sure are impatient because we don't even make it to the bed, toppling to the floor.
I can't wait anymore, roughly grabbing him and pushing him down under me, elbows and knees to the floor, his back arching so his ass is the main attraction.
I spit into my hand and stoke myself. I spit again, this time it hits his skin and I smear it into him, pushing a finger into the first ring of muscle and he jolts, moaning my name.
"Fuck, Ichi," I mutter, withdrawing my fingers after scissoring his hole.
"I thought you said you weren't going to sleep with me again," I shoot at him, smirking when he looks back at me with a glare.
"Shut up," Ichigo pants.
He turns his head to look forward again, his fingers spread out in front of him as I spread the globes of his ass apart, leaning in to lick at his hole, lapping a few times until I decide to push my tongue in.
I would smirk at the realisation and excitement rushing through me, but my face is literally right up against Ichigo's perfect ass and I hardly believe this shit is even happening.
Whoa. My tongue is officially in Ichigo Kurosaki's ass.
Ichigo gasps, rubbing his cheeky ass into my face as I continue plunging my tongue in and out, an endless string of moans and gasps making me hard as fuck. His little moans are pushing me over the edge so I pull my tongue out his ass, making him shudder and grab the base of my cock, impatiently guiding myself to his entrance.
He absolutely screams when I plunge into him.
I kiss the lower part of his bumpy spine in apology. He's trembling and groaning under his breath, gasping when I start withdrawing slowly, enough for him to accommodate me. When I push back into him further he chokes, a whimper following soon after. He grabs his own dick and takes a sharp breath, pushing back against me in time to my thrusts, gasping every time I spear deeper and deeper into him. I have no intention of stopping once I start and soon my slow thrusts turn fast and erratic, constant moans spilling from his mouth.
"Fuck…yes, ah! Right there, Grimmjow!" He practically sobs, pushing back against my thrusts hard, crying out, sending a jolt of unbelievable pleasure through me. I keep up the pace, constantly aiming for what he's begging for. Ichigo's clawing at the floor, begging me harder, faster. Fuck. He starts tugging on his own hair when I comply, elbows and knees pressed into the floor to support him.
"Don't stop, don't fucking stop, Grimm I'm so close," I can hear the desperation in his voice.
He's going to make me explode. If he keeps moaning like that I'm seriously considering kidnapping him so he never goes. I reach out and grip his hair which in turn makes him let go of his own hair and I pull back, earning another delicious yelp from him, pounding so hard and fast that he clenches really hard around me and breathes faster. With a loud cry Ichigo comes, shaking and gasping for air. I let go of his hair and keep going even though he's slumping forwards, trying to catch his breath. The tugging below my navel starts up again and I know I'm getting close.
When I notice that he's looking back at me, mouth open slightly, brown eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed pink, I lose it, releasing so hard that I growl feeling his muscles clenching around me. I pull out of him slowly, watching some of my cum leaking out of him. He's trembling as I push a finger inside him, a low moan coming from Ichigo sprawled out, still watching me as I pull my fingers in and out, milking my own sticky cum out of his ass and licking our mess off my fingers. Ichigo's staring at me like he can't believe what he's seen, but I know he thinks it's hot.
Breathing hard, sweaty and hot, my chest slides over his back as I bite into his shoulder. Ichigo yells, pulling himself around so his lips meet mine in a hot, sticky clatter of teeth and lock of lips, chest still moving up and down rapidly. I don't realise how hard my fingers are digging into his hips until Ichigo swats my hands mumbling into my lips before pulling away. I pull myself out of him feeling completely spent but extremely satisfied, immediately looking at his shoulder. I must have bit him pretty hard because I can see the little dints forming in his skin, how red his shoulder has gotten so quickly. I smirk, and he frowns at me, touching his shoulder.
"You're mine," I crawl towards him, gripping his chin so his eyes look directly into mine.
"Don't fight me."
"If I keep doing what you want…you won't sell those pictures right?" Ichigo asks, completely fucked. I don't know how he can even ask me that after I fucked him that hard.
"I'm not making any promises." I say, remembering I left my camera on the coffee table. I'll have to take it before Ichigo thinks about getting his hands on it. As long as I have those pictures, he won't be able to stop me from blackmailing him for as long as I want.
Still in a daze Ichigo nods, looking in the direction of my connected bathroom. I let go of his chin, slumping back, watching him.
"Mmm shower," he says, getting up slowly and cringing. I continue to watch him even after he's in the bathroom and stepping into my shower, adjusting the water.
I follow after him, stepping in and turning him around so he's facing me again, pressing my hand against the wall by his head, the warm water spraying down on us.
"I'm serious. You're mine, strawberry. No one else can have you. You'll find I get jealous easily."
I watch Ichigo blush before saying, "Okay, okay. Can I shower now?"
I grin and he smiles, reaching for the soap.
Sorry I've been gone for so long, hope this makes up for it.