I find it ironic how I can be so obsessed with Ichigo Kurosaki and not give a single fuck at the same time. I only want him. I don't care about his movies or the fact that he's a celebrity. There's something about Ichigo that's got me addicted. I think that if he wasn't even a celebrity, if he was just some guy off the street, I'd still be inclined to go talk to him.
I'm at the premier Ichigo's supposed to be at for his new movie. I'm sitting in my car, parked across the road and there are so much paparazzi I can't see a single shred of celebrity anywhere. This doesn't bother me. I'm not here to take photos. I don't see the use of going there and taking any photos since every other guy with a camera is going to get the same photos, so the pay wouldn't be as good. I'm here for a better reason. A plan.
I pick up my camera and go through the playback. I'm staring at the two pictures where Ichigo is giving me a blow job. I don't want to cut my time short with Ichigo. I took these extra pictures of him because I need to reinforce my control. I don't want to leak these photos, but I don't want to get rid of them either. I need something more to keep him with me for longer, even if it's blackmail. I turn my camera off and put it on the seat beside me, focusing my attention back outside.
I watch limo's arrive. I see some celebrities as they step out. It's super early, but pictures are already being leaked online, and from where I sit, on my phone, it's so easy to know what's going on without leaving my car. I'm looking at pictures of celebrities as they're walking the red carpet and by the looks of it, getting bombarded with a lot of cameras. I see a picture of Rukia, dressed in a long black sequin dress, soaking in attention. Directors, film critics, producers. All the big shots in the industry are here. Then I see Ichigo. I stare at his picture longer than the others. Damn. I love how his suit is tailored to him like that, hugging his tight, and smooth lean body. I especially like his hair that looks so soft I want to touch it. His face is perfect and just about everything else about him is too.
I readjust myself in my seat and look away from my phone. I think I've been staring for over five minutes, and I get the urge to get out of my car, walk up to Ichigo, and kiss that smug look off his fucking face. Let the whole fucking world know he's mine. But I don't move and I can't stop looking. In another picture he's looking away like he's looking for something or someone. Me. He's looking for me. I'm grinning. I bet he expected to see me, trying to get pictures since it's a pretty big thing tonight. Maybe it's a good thing I'm not there. At least I'm still fucking shit up in his mind even though I'm not there to physically do it. Rather than going there trying to push past all the other paparazzi I have to stick to my better plan and sitting here and waiting until the premiere ends is when the real deal begins.
Finally everyone starts heading inside and paparazzi are being pushed away by security guards. The premiere must be starting and so is my long ass wait. I'm going to have to entertain myself, and jacking off in my car to cure the boredom isn't on the list. If I leave and come back, I'll probably miss Ichigo's car. I can't have that if I want to stalk his ass over to his house. I want to know where he lives but the brat won't tell me, so I'll find out for myself.
After the premiere ends I wait until the crowds disperse. I watch cars leaving with celebrities inside but I keep my eye out for Ichigo's car that when I spot him, I start the engine and follow him. I keep a safe distance so the driver doesn't realise that I'm stalking them. Wow. I'm going to this length and I briefly wonder what Ichigo will think, say or even do about this. I feel all suspicious and shit.
I get to Ichigo's place just as his car arrives and park my car away from sight. I run through the trees like a wild banshee trying to beat Ichigo from getting into his own house. The brass black gates shine under the moonlight, groaning deliciously as Ichigo's car pulls up into the drive way. I watch from the tree I managed to climb, overlooking into a room with the window partly open. I slink inside what looks like a bedroom. If this is Ichigo's, it's my lucky night to land it into his room so quickly and easy as fuck. I stand on tip toes, trying to get down from the ledge inside without stacking it. I hear Ichigo's voice followed by a female. Sounds like Rukia. What the fuck? I thought he was alone. I lose balance, feet going in opposite directions as I land face first into darkness. I can't see shit. My body feels stuck. I try to move my arms. Nope. Try to move my legs so I can stand up. Double nope. I hear the door slam open. Now I'm fucked. By this point I realise that I've fallen face first into the side of the bed and wall, my legs up in the form of a handstand, my arms tucked into the side between my body making it almost impossible to move without help. Well shit. Maybe it's not my lucky night.
"What the actual fuck?" Ichigo mutters. He must have recognised my ass hanging in the air.
I start struggling, "I'm fucking stuck! Get me out!"
Ichigo must realise by now that it's me. Yep, good ole Grimmjow breaking in through the window and getting his stupid ass stuck between the wall and bed. Only I would manage something so weird. The sudden realisation hits me. I have no idea if it's just Ichigo or Rukia with him.
"Grimmjow you son of a bitch," Ichigo's whispering kicking my ass hard. Literally. On the third kick I'm unstuck and getting to my feet. Ichigo's pissed.
"What the fuck are you doing you psycho?" He grumbles.
Before I can say anything Rukia starts talking on the other side of the closed door.
"Hey Ichigo, I'm coming in."
Oh fuck. Shit. Ichigo looks mortified. We stare at each other trying to figure out what to do. I actually have to contain myself from doubling over in laughter. He grabs me by the collar and hauls me into the closet.
"What, hey!" I start but he slams a palm over my mouth.
"Just shut the fuck up and stay in the closet."
I raise a brow. Damn. This is hot. I'll let Ichigo hand gag me any day of the month. Ichigo moves his hand and slams the closet shut in my face. Rude. I hear the bedroom door open and restrain myself from making any noise. If Rukia sees me shit is probably going to hit the fan and I'm not ready for some pms.
"Were you just talking with someone?" Rukia asks.
"Uh, no." Ichigo says.
I bite my lip, trying not to laugh. It's goes quiet. I can't see anything since it's so dark in here.
"I thought I heard someone," Rukia says.
"I was making a snapchat," Ichigo lies.
A snapchat. Are you serious?
"Okay," Rukia says.
"I'm going to change. I'll come downstairs when I'm done."
I hear the door close. I'm guessing Rukia's out of the room because Ichigo opens the closet.
Ichigo's face is slightly red.
"Hey babe," I snicker and Ichigo gives me the stare.
Ichigo pulls me out of the closet.
"Have you lost your fucking mind? Why did you follow me? What if Rukia saw you?"
I ignore all his questions.
"You're so beautiful."
I know he didn't expect me to say that in particular. I didn't plan to say it but I mean it.
"Grimmjow, seriously," Ichigo turns away from me, but not before I see the cute blush on his face. Fuck he's sexy, even when he's mad.
"What are you even doing in my house? You broke in."
"I missed you." I admit.
He doesn't move, staring at me as I get closer to him.
"Fuck you smell so good."
"Grimm-"
I grip his chin and press my thumb into his bottom lip. He's still watching me. His mouth opens slightly and his eyes slowly close. I cup the side of his face and trail my thumb over his cheek so I can kiss him. He lets me take control over the kiss and for fucks sake I want him.
"Where were you?" Ichigo asks when we pull away. "I didn't see you at the premiere."
So he was looking for me.
" I was there."
"But I didn't see you…"
"Exactly," I grin, feeling my canines poking out. I move away and kick back on his bed.
"So are you gonna have a sleep over and pillow fight with your bestie or let me stay instead?"
Ichigo actually pauses to think about it. I have a fifty percent chance of sending Rukia's ass off home and having Ichigo all to myself.
"No one's staying over. My managers coming over tomorrow morning so you can't stay." Ichigo starts taking off his suit. I stare at his almost naked body and he knows it but it doesn't bother him. I watch as Ichigo throws on a casual top and jeans.
"Tell your manager to not come over."
"Grimmjow," Ichigo groans.
"I wanna spend the night with you," I get up from the bed and grab his waist, pulling him into my lap. I kiss and suck on his warm neck, making him shiver. I know he likes it. He turns to look at me.
"I'm serious. You have to go."
I stare at him and he gives me a pleading look. When I don't say anything, Ichigo gets closer, nose slightly brushing mine. His staring into my eyes and speaks in a low tone.
"I'll let you do me all weekend if you go now."
He's playing with the collar of my shirt. My cock twitches. He presses his soft lips onto mine for a moment then pulls away. I can't help but grin.
"You trying to control me now, baby?" I whisper, squeezing his ass.
"Maybe I am," Ichigo bites his lip.
I smirk. "You better have that pretty tight ass ready for me then."
Ichigo blushes. He moves off my lap and I stand.
"Alright, I'm going then," I say. I really don't want to go but that promise Ichigo made is a little hard to resist. I'm about to take my ass out the window the same way I came in, hoping I don't land on my head and potentially kill myself.
"Oh by the way," I say before I leave, "If we have a sleepover I want you to know that I'll kick your ass at pillow fighting. I'm pretty damn good."
His nose crinkles and the corners of his eyes squint slightly as he starts laughing. I like the way he sounds and I catch myself smiling at him for it.
Grimmjow is going to start playing nice and not be so abusive anymore lol. That'll be interesting. I think the toughest part about writing Grimmjow is making him nice to Ichigo. Or is that just me? I feel like I still need to make him an asshole regardless of how good he gets. What do you think?