Yes, Sir

A/N: Tehe! More of ‘Bad’Cop!Grimm and his naughty little Ichi. *grins manically*

Warnings: A/U, PWP, lemon, smut, D/s, kink, light bondage, and potential OOC EVERYWHERE!

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Class ended and with school done for the day, Ichigo gathered his things into his bag and threw it over his shoulder. “I’ll call you tomorrow about the project, okay Ishida?”

His friend and partner in class, Uryuu Ishida, nodded and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “All right. Until tomorrow then, Kurosaki.” The strawberry blond smiled and bid farewell to his companion before heading towards the exit with a little spring in his step.

Uryuu stared. That was certainly strange. Lately, Kurosaki had been quite chipper, smiling more often and staring out the window dreamily, which was really out of character for the usually stubborn, scowling, short-tempered teen. Out of the corner of his eye, the bespectacled teen caught sight of orange and turned his head to watch the other teen walk towards the gates of the school from the second floor window. His dark blue eyes widened behind his glasses as a very dark blush heated up his cheeks at the sight he witnessed next.

Down below on the school’s grounds, Ichigo was humming a little quiet tune to himself while he walked when a whistle caught his attention, looking up to see a familiar muscular blunet leaning against a nicely customized royal blue luxury sportscar and waiting for him. He was dressed in civilian clothing for once in nice darkwashed denim jeans, a black wifebeater that hugged that sculpted torso with a big blue graphic hooded sweater jacket over it left unzipped, and a pair of black and white Puma sneakers on his feet. Around his neck sat a couple chain necklaces and a few rings adorned the man’s fingers. Damn, did he look good, but then again Grimmjow would have looked good in a potato sack, so no surprise there.

It was quite ironic that outside his job as an officer of law enforcement, the older man actually dressed a little like the gang members he rounded up every now and again, but Ichigo’s warm amber eyes lit up anyway as he smiled and jogged up to Grimmjow, leaning up for a kiss as those strong arms closed around him securely.

“Mmh,” a low moan escaped him when Grimmjow slipped a knee in between his thighs, the younger man clutching the front of his beau’s jacket when the blunet started rubbing it against his groin, large hands coming down to cup and knead his bum teasingly. “Grimm,” he gave a little whine when they broke apart, cheeks highlighted with a soft delectable blush that Grimmjow just wanted to lick off. “Not in public.” His blush darkened when a group of girls from his class walked by, giggling, cooing and pointing at the couple as they did so which served to remind him that it was still school rush hour and everyone could see them.

“Aww, c’mon. Where’s yer sense of adventure, babe?” Grimmjow leered and chuckled, squeezing his ass again and sending the girls a saucy wink which made them squeal louder, before grinning and nuzzling his Ichi’s bright orange hair. As the boy aimed a half-hearted swat to his chest and grumbled under his breath, Grimmjow suddenly felt as if someone was watching them and looked up quickly just in time to see a nerdy looking bespectacled young man flush an impressive red at being caught staring before whipping his head away quickly. He narrowed his blue eyes and smirked, “Hm, ain’t that yer classmate, Ichi?”

His little strawberry turned and looked up curiously to where he was staring, cursing when he spotted Ishida attempting to focus on his book and failing quite miserably as the dark haired teen kept trying to sneak peeks at them only to realize both Ichigo and Grimmjow were now clearly looking up at him.

Great, just great. Now, the orange head will never hear the end of it. It was only a matter of time before the rest of his friends learn that he was seeing someone; a hot, sexy, dangerously attractive, older male someone. Ichigo didn’t even want to think about what Rukia and Orihime will do, cringing as he imagine them squealing about their new yaoi material.

“Heh, as fun as it is being the center of attention and embarrassin’ ya a lil’, we got places to go.”

Ichigo blinked and turned to look up at the smirking blunet then, “Really?”

“Yeah. I’m takin’ ya out to the movies today, Berry, but first let’s grab some grub. Know any good places around here?”

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The two ended up at Vizards, one of Ichigo’s favorite restaurants, and Grimmjow could quickly see why the place was so popular with the college crowd. It was a cozy little joint with warm lighting and colors to liven it up a bit, not too big, not too small, with a touch of class in its decor and great quantities of good food at reasonably low prices plus free WiFi. It also wasn’t that far from either of their places or the college dorms, easy to get to at the corner of Shinigami Street and Hollow Avenue, with good parking that was usually always available even on the busy weekends.

The maitre-D, a friend of the berry’s called Shinji, directed them to their table in the back corner after much teasing and winking and elbowing his red-faced orange haired pal. Then soon after, their waiter by the name of Shuuhei came by to take their orders, who also happened to be another one of Ichigo’s buddies which resulted in more teasing for the berryhead. It wasn’t long before their food came - courtesy of the chef and yet another friend of Ichigo’s named Kensei – and the couple dug in, enjoying some good old American classics of burgers and fries with a bit of a gourmet twist.

As they were eating, Ichigo was just about to take another bite when he suddenly felt a foot slowly trail up his leg under the table, socked toes wiggling playfully against the muscle of his calf. Wide brown eyes snapped up to stare at Grimmjow in disbelief, but other merely looked at him innocently as the older man chewed like there was nothing out of the ordinary, though if the orange head looked close, there was a hint of his usual devious smirk on those smooth, perfect lips.

Flushing like crazy, Ichigo tried to resume eating but every time he went to take a bite, the foot crept higher and higher. Finally, it reached his groin and began to gently massage him through his jeans, making him gasp quietly as he started to get hard. “G-Grimmjow,” he stuttered, trying to sound disapproving as his breath hitched when the foot pressed harder into him, “Not in public,” he moaned, but leaned back in his seat and spread his legs, bucking his hips up for more.

“I dunno what yer talkin’ about, Ichi,” Grimmjow said nonchalantly before tracing the hard outline of the boy’s erection with his big toe.

Ichigo bit his lip, trying to keep from whining out loud. Oh Gods, it felt so wrong doing this out in the open like this, even though they were tucked away in the corner with Grimmjow facing the rest of the restaurant, but it felt so good; it was turning him on hard. “Aah…G-Grimmjow, Sir…please…” he panted lightly, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple as the foot continued its pleasurable torture on him.

“Everything okay over here?” a deep voice from out of no where spoke beside him and Ichigo almost jumped three feet at Shuuhei’s sudden appearance, barely holding back a strangled squeal of surprise.

“Everything’s just fine,” Grimmjow answered back casually, and Ichigo couldn’t be more happier for the restaurant’s heavy table clothes than he did at that exact moment.

Shuuhei cocked an eyebrow as he subtly surveyed the two before him, an amused glint in his dark green eyes at the hot blush Ichigo was sporting as he refused to look up from his plate, and the dark, wicked glee in the blunet’s predatory blue gaze. “All right, if you say so. Holler if you need anything,” he said with a knowing, facetious tone in his voice before walking away to tend to his other tables.

Ichigo sagged with relief in his seat once his friend meandered away, throwing a scowl Grimmjow’s way. That had been way too close and the other had been playing dirty, but the blunet merely chuckled and left his pouting berry alone as they finished the rest of their meal, removing his foot from the younger man’s softened cock. The interruption had killed his erection already anyway.

After stuffing themselves and paying the bill, Grimmjow handsomely tipped Shuuhei and the colorful headed couple left Vizards to head over to the drive-in movie theatre. The sun was already setting and judging by the positively evil smile Grimmjow threw his way as he wrapped a possessive arm around him while they walked to the car, the strawberry blond had a bad feeling he was gonna be in for it now…

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“Mph?! M-mmn,” Ichigo moaned, opening up for the blunet when Grimmjow captured his lips with his own, demanding entrance. They had been watching a second-rate horror movie, and it was just getting to the good part where the blonde bimbo gets hacked to pieces by the chainsaw murderer when the older man decided to place a big hand on Ichigo’s thigh to get his attention, stroking and rubbing the hard muscle with light, sensual circles. A tint of pink brushed his cheekbones at the touch and Ichigo turned his head to look at the blunet questioningly when Grimmjow leaned in and suddenly pulled him into a hot, alluring kiss, making him melt before the other drew back a little to nip at his bottom lip sexily, then pushed back in harder, deeper for more. “Mmf…”

Slowly relaxing into it, the soft, wet sounds of kissing were heard as Ichigo brought his hands up to bury them in Grimmjow’s thick blue hair, moving his lips rhythmically in time to his beau’s and sucking his tongue into his mouth gently while the bigger man’s hands trailed up and down his sides. Then, suddenly in a swift move that startled Ichigo, Grimmjow gracefully maneuvered himself over his strawberry blond on the passenger side like a huge jungle cat over its prey, lowering the seat as far back as it could at the same time. He let go of those warm, supple lips only to push the boy’s shirt up to bunch at his wrists above his head, revealing rosy pink buds that pebbled up from exposure to the air.

“A-ah, wait!” The younger man protested, shivering both from the sudden chill of goosebumps and the other’s wild, intimidating stare. “We-we shouldn’t be doing this now.” Ichigo knew better than to try and bring down his arms or remove his shirt without permission, so he laid still, his blush steadily deepening as the seconds ticked by.

“And why not?”

Barely repressing another shiver, this time a little in fear, Ichigo looked away shyly and bit his lip, “Someone might see us.”

“So what? Let’s give ‘em a show then, yeah? Who knows. Ya just might like it.” Letting out a lusty growl, Grimmjow couldn’t wait any longer and lowered his head, taking a perfectly rucked peak into his mouth and suckled it hungrily, making the boy beneath him arch into his mouth with a short cry when he bit down.

“G-Grimmjow…Sir…” Ichigo tried to placate him, excited little gasps leaving his lips as he tilted his head to the side when the bigger man unzipped his pants and palmed his rapidly hardening erection, kissing a fiery trail up his neck as he squeezed him briefly before continuing to molest the poor berry. “Please.”

“Please what, boy?” the deep, husky voice caressed the shell of his ear and he shuddered at the dark intentions beneath that black velvet lilt.

“Please. Not here,” he begged once more and whimpered as he was sucked into a steamy open-mouthed kiss while Grimmjow toyed with his nipples just how he liked it, twisting and squeezing them with those sadistic, talented fingers of his. Tiny jolts shot up through his system at the slightly cruel touch, which only made him harder much to his mind’s dismay.

Grimmjow loved it when his sexy little strawberry got like this, all flushed and trembling and horny as he slowly submitted to him, squirming delightedly under him and silently urging him for more, aching to have the older man deep inside his tight, hot channel. “Aw c’mon, berry-baby. It’ll be fun, I promise,” he crooned out seductively, “You can even call the shots for now, how does that sound? Just tell what you want, Ichi. Tell me what to do…” He nosed the orange head’s cheek affectionately before pulling back a bit to eat up the sight of Ichigo’s handsome face stained that bright attractive red.

“Nn…” Liquid honey pools glimmered up at him as his berry boy bit his bottom lip, contemplating for a moment before finally uttering softly, “Well…then, touch me, Sir. Please.”

“Where? Here…?” he cooed while his fingertips caressed the long expanse of the younger man’s throat, resting there for a moment to feel Ichigo gulp a little, then danced along the rise and fall of his chest to tease his nipples some more, drawing slow, lazy patterns on his burning skin.

Ichigo shook his head, flustered as he tried to get the words out before they were stolen from him again, “L-Lower…”

“Here?” Grimmjow trailed his fingers down low to pet defined abs, his digits tiptoeing up the ridges before suddenly scratching their way back down in one smooth stroke, leaving faint pink streaks behind.

The teen jerked at small unexpected tinge of pain and nearly groaned in sexual frustration. He didn’t want to say what he wanted out loud. It was embarrassing, and the gorgeous bastard knew it! He clenched his jaw and furrowed his brow in his usual scowl as one teasing finger hooked on the band of his boxers and tugged playfully before another joined, pulling them down his thighs as well his jeans. The annoyed look proved less effective combined with the adorable blush still burning strong on his cheeks, “You know where, dammit. I want it on my co-oh! Oh, S-Sir-! Aaaah!!!”

“What else, boy. Is that it?” Grimmjow growled, voice low and gravelly and oh-so sexy as he briskly pumped and squeezed the younger man at a harsh pace, blue eyes glowing bright while his prey thrashed around in his grip, panting.

“R-rub your thuuumb o-over the slit-! And-and stick a finger up m-my…my ass~Oh, *oh*! Yes! Yes! Just like that…! Grimmjow!” Ichigo threw his head back with a loud gasp, writhing enticingly against the soft supple leather of his seat and utterly withered in pleasure. Dear Kami, the things this man did to him (and he wasn’t even started yet)!

“Mmm…you should look at yerself, Ichi-baby. So fuckin’ delicious,” Grimmjow rumbled and teased the head a bit more, thumbing the spot just under it where it met the shaft while the boy responded with fucking himself on his finger in earnest, before the blunet went back to driving his Berry-tan completely crazy. He pulled out all the stops, not leaving any erogenous zone untouched whether it be with his hands or his mouth, mauling that delectable neck eagerly while his other hand explored planes of soft, smooth skin over hard wiry muscle. Soon, Ichigo was positively dripping in his grasp, gasping and moaning erotically like a seasoned pro as he pleaded for another finger, and then another.

“More…more!” Ichigo begged deliriously into his ear, bucking up and accidentally rubbing up against Grimmjow’s trapped erection still confined within his pants. A snarl curled the older man’s lip at that and he abruptly pulled away, getting a mewl of protest. Yanking down the boy’s boxers and jeans as best as he was able within the limited space, a crow of victory left the older man’s lips when they were finally ripped off the rest of the way before he freed his own throbbing dick, sighing in relief as it met air.

Then, turning blazing feral blue eyes onto a wide-eyed Ichigo, he spread the boy’s legs and eyed the little pucker clenching and unclenching in anticipation for him before lifting the teen’s hips and going in for the kill. “Aaah! Aaah! Grimmjow~!” Ichigo squealed, his baritone voice going high and cracking as he rocked up against the invading tongue, shaking terribly as he melted. He loved getting rimmed, loved how that long tongue could reach so deep inside. “Haaa…aah!”

With a heavy blush on his face, Ichigo could do nothing but let his eyes fall shut, drown in the sea of pleasure, and enjoy every last moment of it. It ended all too soon when Grimmjow lowered him down again and came back up only to rape his mouth with his own, tongue-fucking it just like he had with his ass just moments prior.

“Nngh~” He whined, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, but his beau didn’t allow for it, pulling his lower half onto his lap and lifting a leg over his shoulder before nudging the head of his cock against his entrance insistently. A salacious grin split the blunet’s face when the little pucker opened up for him easily like a blossom, stretching around him on the initial entry, then afterwards clinging to him as if it didn’t want to ever let go.

“Mmm, I’ve trained yer cute little hole well. Look how hungry it is,” he purred and grabbed his hips, pulling out slowly, only to slam back in a moment later and repeating the motions over and over again.

“Aah…haa! Nuh! Grimmjooow~” Ichigo moaned heatedly, the headrest clenched in a white-knuckled death grip as his ass was roughly pounded into shape. “Please, Sir-I’m gonna cum! Make me cum!” Grimmjow’s hand soon returned to his cock, making him cry as it jerked him off furiously.

Just as he thought he was about to orgasm, there was a sudden knock on the densely fogged up, slightly tinted window beside them, making them both freeze.

It was like a bucket of ice cold water had just been poured over his head, his face going an unhealthy pale as panicked amber met glacial blue, and oh, if looks could kill, the poor sod outside would have been six feet under the second Grimmjow’s murderous gaze fell upon them. Snarling viciously, the older man’s other hand jabbed a button on the car door to lower the window just a crack, and a narrow cyan eye glared death into a suddenly pale face as he barked out a sharp “WHAT.”

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When Di Roy tapped on the glass window of the sweet ass ride that looked vaguely familiar, he thought he’d be busting a teenage couple’s make-out session that had gotten a little too heavy, making him chortle evilly in glee. So imagine his utter shock and dread when the Chief of Police of the Sixth District, not to mention his boss, was burning a hole into his skull with a very cold, very angry looking eye.

“C-Chief!” the unfortunate deputy squeaked, voice cracking as he went ash white when that ice blue eye hardened, “I-I-I d-didn’t-!”

Grimmjow took a deep breath through his nose and let out a low, frightening growl, “Rinker. Shut. Up. I don’t want to hear it. As you can see, I’m busy-” Ichigo moaned softly just then when the older man sudden squeezed, making him harden even further in the man’s grip if that was possible despite his horror, and giving the stunned officer quite an eyeful of tanned skin, abused nipples, and a blushing, painfully erect cock, “and you have until the count of three to get of my sight or so help me, I will shoot you where you stand. One-”

He didn’t even get to finish that syllable before the deputy shook himself out of his Ichigo-induced trance and shot out of there like a bat out of hell, and with good reason too. Grimmjow’s pistol was stored in the center console.

“Ch’. Good riddance.” The disgruntled blunet snorted and then turned back to his berryhead, predatory eyes gleaming menacingly, “Now where were we?”

Ichigo didn’t say anything, big, slightly terrified, tea colored eyes catching the mean smirk twisting Grimmjow’s lips before the other squeezed him again, making him whimper as the blunet cackled out loud, “Why, you little cock slut! You actually get off on having people watch you, don’t you? Yer dick even got harder when Di Roy saw ya - it’s still twitching right now in my hand! I knew it, hahaha!!! The moment I felt ya get hard fer me in that restaurant, I knew you were a dirty, little exhibitionist. How naughty.”

Wicked amusement dripped off that rough, sinful voice, amplifying the mortification the teen felt tenfold. He looked away in humiliation, his face thoroughly flushed red all the way from the tips of his ears to down his neck and chest.

Grimmjow, on the other hand, couldn’t be more gleeful. Ooh, all the fun they could have now! “Mmm, I love it,” he hissed and with that awfully perverse grin still on his face, he thrust forcefully back into the boy’s tight heat, before pulling out only to do it over and over again.

“Uwaahh! U-uhn! Uugh!” the poor berry gasped, biting his lip in a futile attempt to try and muffle all the embarrassing noises he was making. “Nnn~nnh!”

“Ah-ah-ah~Lemme hear you, baby. I wanna hear you,” Grimmjow husked, aiming for his prostate and grinned like a maniac when Ichigo cried out hoarsely, arching up in his ecstasy.

“A-aaahh, Grimmjow! S-Sir, I’m gonna-!!!”

“Cum.” With the command suddenly in his ear, Ichigo could do nothing but obey, spilling his seed all over himself as a keen left him. “Good boy,” Grimmjow purred, nuzzling his exhausted berry affectionately before concentrating on his own climax, his thrusts growing faster and stronger, fucking Ichigo into his seat until finally he came with a deep groan, emptying all he had to give deep inside his boy, some cum squirting out around his softening dick down Ichigo’s ass cheeks.

Shining honey pools searched lazily half-lidded cerulean and the younger one mewled in sleepy contentment as he allowed his leg to fall around the blunet’s waist. “Huu…Grimmjow,” Ichigo moaned softly, finally bringing down his arms still ensnared in his shirt around the bigger man’s neck to pull him in for another passionate liplock when Grimmjow drew closer. His beau rumbled against his lips, slowing down their kiss but keeping it light, yet provocative while he stroked the teen’s back soothingly.

The older man smirked victoriously, rubbing his cheek against his boy’s as he continued to purr while Ichigo ran his fingers through his slightly damp sky blue hair, enjoying their post-coital cuddle session as much as he knew his younger lover did.

Mission - Seduce His Sexy Berry in Public: Success!

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A/N: Er, well! There ya have it. :D Hope it lived up to its expectations. XD I tried to write it as I saw it in my head, but I dunno if it really came across all the way like I wanted it to…Oh, well. There’s gonna be one more chapter after this, and then ‘Yes, Sir’ will be officially done since I’m out of ideas and really need to concentrate on other stories I have building up in my head. If more ideas come, they’ll probably be in the forms of drabbles. :) Hope y’all enjoyed it anyway! Oh, and reviews are luv. Just sayin’…8D