Ichigo's lying between my legs on my sofa, chin resting on my chest as he looks at me. Its mid-afternoon and we've both got nothing better to do. It's not often that we can lounge around like this, but I find this the right opportunity to clear some shit up with Ichigo.
"Shouldn't you be out stalking celebrities or something?" Ichigo asks.
I smirk at him.
"Shouldn't you be out filming a movie or something?" I ask, peering down at Ichigo. He's looking at me quietly, a small smile creeping up his lips.
"Hmm no I'm too comfy here," Ichigo snuggles closer.
I wrap my arms possessively around him.
"Good, cause I'm not letting you move any time soon."
Ichigo laughs, "Are we going to lye here all day?"
"If you want to," I suggest. "But actually, there's something I want to do for you."
Ichigo looks at me with a small frown. "Like what?"
"Well," I say, reaching for my camera on the coffee table.
Since I told Ichigo I would get rid of the photo of him, I'll start by deleting it from my camera, and then I'll go onto destroying the printed copies too. Once I do all that, then that's it.
I turn my camera on and find the picture of Ichigo and Renji. I delete the pictures right before Ichigo's eyes. He pushes himself up on his elbows and stares quietly. It's all happening so fast. I wouldn't be surprised if Ichigo doesn't believe I'm actually doing this.
Ichigo doesn't say or do anything, as though he actually can't believe his eyes. There's nothing forcefully holding him to me anymore. The deal is over. All this blackmailing bullshit is over.
After all the shit I've put him through, I don't know what will happen now that I'm putting an end to the whole deal. I put my camera away and sigh, relaxing back into the sofa with my hands behind my head.
"Grimmjow you just…" Ichigo starts.
"That's it, Ichi. I'm not blackmailing you anymore. The deal is over."
He looks at me, then at my camera then at me again, mouth open slightly, brows furrowed.
"You meant it." Ichigo says softly. "You actually got rid of it all."
I told Ichigo I'd do it for him. There's no going back on this now but I think it's for the better for us both.
"Shit. Yeah, I did. I know you said you wouldn't leave me but I'm not surprised if you do."
Ichigo sits up, straddling me. He has a scowl on his face as he looks down on me.
"Grimmjow…I'm not leaving you. I want to be with you."
"Are you forgetting that I blackmailed you, Ichigo?"
Ichigo presses his palms into my chest, playing with the fabric of my shirt slowly.
"I know, I haven't forgotten that." He says, "but that doesn't change the fact that I still have feelings for you."
I rub small circles into his lower back, remembering that I did force Ichigo to do things and that he didn't really have a choice when his career was on the line.
"I was forcing you back then," I remind him.
Ichigo stops playing with my shirt. He leans in closer and cups my face with both hands.
"You're not forcing me now. I meant it when I said I still wanted to be with you."
Those words alone make me feel relieved. I smile at him and he slowly rubs his thumbs over my cheeks. So he really is going to stay. At least I'm not forcing him anymore. I don't have to worry about hurting Ichigo with a deal or blackmail anymore.
"Yeah?"
He nods, pressing a kiss to my lips. I grip him tighter, pulling him into my chest as his lips move against mine. Ichigo pulls up, licking his bottom lip.
"What now?" He asks.
Honestly I don't know what will happen now. Ichigo says he still wants to be with me, but with this blackmail out of the way, I think things will change…for the better I hope.
Either way, I feel like there are some new changes and rules that need to be in place since things are different now.
"Since we're together for real there has to be new rules, okay?"
Ichigo rolls his eyes.
"Oh my god, Grimm. I don't know maybe you should've just kept blackmailing me or something."
I snort, "yeah right. Admit it, you like it better like this."
Ichigo laughs, smiling at me.
"I love it like this."
"Oh yeah?" I grin.
Ichigo runs his fingers down my shirt, stopping at the hem of my shorts. He edges down lower and I already know what he's up to.
Ichigo nods again, a playful look in his eyes.
"You naughty boy. You want daddy's cock don't you?"
Ichigo flushes, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth. He nods, but I want to hear him say it.
"What do you say?"
"Yes daddy," Ichigo answers.
"Good," I say as Ichigo pulls at the drawstrings of my shorts. "And you have to ask for it."
"Please daddy I want you." Ichigo starts, making direct eye contact.
"Have you been a good boy?" I ask.
Ichigo nods quickly.
"Ah ah ah. No you haven't. You've been giving me attitude lately."
"But…" Ichigo starts." He looks at me petulantly, a bratty scowl crossing his features.
"Hey, don't get bratty on me." I smirk. "Wanna make up for it or be punished instead?"
"I want to make up for it," Ichigo answers eagerly. "Please don't punish me, daddy."
I look at him for a moment. I'm fucking hard it's almost painful and Ichigo sitting on top of me saying this shit isn't helping. He wiggles a little bit, rubbing my dick through the fabric. He looks at me knowingly, teasingly touching my arousal again with his fingers.
"You're daddy's little slut aren't ya?"
"Yes daddy."
"Then suck my cock."
I don't have to ask again. Ichigo goes lower, taking my dick out and immediately pressing the head of my dick against his lips.
"Good boy," I say running a hand through Ichigo's hair. He grips the base and licks the head a few times.
"You love my cock don't you?" I ask watching his mouth.
"Yes…" Ichigo breathes.
It's like another person takes over when he's like this.
It's not long until Ichigo takes me into his sweet warm mouth. He keeps eye contact with me as he sucks slowly, just the way I like it. I put a hand behind his head, pushing him down to take more of me. His tongue moves swiftly, sending shocks of pleasure through me.
I groan when I notice he's touching himself while he's sucking me off. He moans on my cock, mouth sopping wet from his spit. He pulls off me, running his tongue down the side of my engorged cock, pushing me closer and closer off the edge. I grab his hair a little harder, his head bobbing as he takes me completely into his mouth again.
"Fuck, Ichi…"
"Mmm," Ichigo whines, pressing himself further until I buck up. Ichigo moves his mouth off my dick to have it rest against his cheek. I shoot, cumming over his cheek and hair.
"Shit," I mutter as Ichigo gives me one last lick.
"Thank you, daddy," Ichigo says in a haze, watching me with lidded eyes and heated cheeks.
I sit up, kissing him. Moaning, Ichigo kisses me back. I pull away, looking into his eyes.
"You make me so crazy, you know that?"
Ichigo watches me as I stand from the couch.
"I'm gonna shower. And you might wanna too," I say, slapping Ichigo's cum stained cheek lightly.
I head to the shower and pull my clothes off. I adjust the water and spare no time to get in. Ichigo walks into the bathroom a moment later. After undressing he steps in with me.
I notice that he's still hard and I'm wondering why he didn't say anything about it.
"You know I can take care of you too," I say, directing the attention straight at his hard dick.
Blushing Ichigo tries to reach for the body wash but I stop him, pulling him to the other side of the shower, the warm water spraying down on us. I press a hand into his firm chest, his back now against the shower wall.
I close a fist around his dick, jerking him off in earnest. His cockhead disappears and reappears every time I move my wrist, making him shudder. I press kisses all over his heated throat, earning a cute mewl out of him.
"H-hey…you're going to leave marks," Ichigo starts.
"Don't care," I grin, doubling the speed of my jerks. "Let everyone see who owns you."
Ichigo moans and I'm close to getting hard all over again. I don't know what it is, but whenever we're together it's almost like we're in a trance. Like we can't stop.
"Fuck Grimm…I'm gonna cum," Ichigo warns, thrusting into my hand.
"Mmm cum all over my hand," I husk.
"Haa…" Ichigo breathes, gripping my shoulders hard.
I pull my face away from his neck to watch him. Fuck I love watching his face when he cums.
Breathing hard, Ichigo bucks a final time before cumming over my hand, the warm water running our mess down the drain.
We wash off and step out of the steamy shower.
"So are you gonna stay over?" I ask, voice bouncing off the porcelain.
Ichigo wraps a fluffy towel around his waist and starts drying his hair with another.
"You know I can't. Uryu would be expecting me to be back soon."
I sigh. I can't wait till I can get Ichigo all to myself for real. I don't know how, but if we could be together without having to hide I would prefer it.
After drying off and getting dressed, I turn my laptop on to check out the latest news. Being a paparazzi isn't just about taking the photo's after all, I need to stay up to date with what's going on with the celebrities around me, and who's taking what photo before I do.
The news that pops up accompanied by an image moderately shocks me. I sit up from my relaxed position on the couch and stare at the screen, quickly reading the info on it before putting a hand over my mouth.
"No way," I mutter.
This isn't something I was expecting to see. Ichigo walks into the lounge, looking at me curiously.
"What?"
I look at him quickly. My eyes are wide, but I can't help it when it's something like this, about someone like this.
"What is it, Grimmjow?"
"You're not gonna like this."
Ichigo stares at me for a moment, as if he's thinking about the worst possible thing. He quickly walks over and sits next to me on the couch. He looks at the screen, mouth dropping open.