Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo

Summary: Grimmjow hasn’t gotten any Ichigo love in awhile so I thought he should on Valentine’s Day. This is set in the normal Bleach universe with Grimmjow trying to get Ichigo to have sex with him and not understanding why he keeps getting rejected.

Warnings!!! The usual.

But…You’re Hard!!!

Grimmjow licked his lips as he watched the orange-haired Shinigami walking home from school. Today would be the day he would fuck that tight little ass. He didn’t come all the way from Hueco Mundo for nothing!!!

Creeping silently behind the teen and watching that same tempting ass that plagued his dreams, he carefully masked his reiatsu and shoved the unsuspecting Ichigo into an alley. The damn kid seemed surprised and squirmed and whined an awful lot, but that only seemed to make Grimmjow that much harder. Shoving his larger, broader body against Ichigo’s, he pinned the Shinigami against the alley’s brick wall and palmed the kid’s cock through his pants lustfully while biting and sucking at his neck.

“F-fuck, get off!” Grimmjow ignored the words and unbuttoned Ichigo’s pants, grabbed his half-erect dick and smearing pre-cum over the head. “Get the fuck off!”

“You want me.” The arrancar growled and bit down hard on the exposed neck while shoving his hand under the teen’s t-shirt to feel the crevasses of his abs. “You’re hard.”

“I said get off!” Ichigo shoved the stronger espada away finally and stomped away while righting his pants, leaving Grimmjow alone in confusion, wondering what the hell went wrong.

The next time he managed to snag the kid- after nights of masturbating to images of his flushed face- he made sure they were in a more secluded area so Ichigo couldn’t escape so easily. Grimmjow had him pinned face down against the grass in the park with his mouth attached the orange-head’s ear and was grinding his hips against that jean covered ass when Ichigo decided to catch him in the nose with his elbow and scramble away.

Grimmjow grabbed a hold of his ankle and yanked him back, spreading the kicking legs apart and moving between them before Ichigo managed to give another sharp blow to his chin. Grimmjow growled angrily and rubbed the sore spot as he watched Ichigo run away and into the street.

Well, maybe third times the charm. This time Grimmjow snuck into Ichigo’s bedroom itself and quietly moved to the bed. Ichigo stirred lightly, mumbling something under his breath. Grimmjow grinned at the cute sight and pounced, pinning his hands above his head and clamping a hand over his mouth. Ichigo woke instantly and started thrashing about, but Grimmjow was not so easily deterred. He rocked his hard erection down against Ichigo’s bucking hips, purring with pleasure at the friction at produced. Ichigo stilled, glaring up at him with those chocolate orbs that burned until Grimmjow wanted to melt.

“You don’t want to wake your family, do you?” Grimmjow said as he carefully removed his hand. Ichigo opened his mouth to speak, but Grimmjow didn’t give him the chance as he crashed their mouths together and got to work rubbing Ichigo into hardness. It didn’t take that long before he was erect, Ichigo was a teenager after all. The espada had finally deemed it safe and let Ichigo’s hands go when he was punched in the face, yet again.

Grimmjow cursed and clutched at the wound, but quickly managed to recapture those dangerous hands before pinning him once more. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Ichigo whispered harshly, remembering his family in the other rooms. “What’s wrong with you!? You can’t just demand sex from me and expect me to do so!”

“But…You’re hard!” Grimmjow pressed his hips downward for emphasis. “You want this to!”

“I don’t do one-night stands.” Ichigo spat out as quietly as he could, and damned if he didn’t look sexy as he did so. “You’re as bad as the rest of them!”

“Huh?” Grimmjow blinked. “What do you mean I’m as bad as the rest of them? Has somebody else been doing this to you!?” Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo’s erection roughly and he was forced to bite back a moan.

“B-bastard.”

“Who the hell is it!?”

“Nobody you know.”

Grimmjow glared and quickly latched his mouth over Ichigo’s again while fumbling for the waist band of the pants Ichigo wore to bed and shoving them down. Ichigo squirmed frantically and tore his mouth away, glaring at Grimmjow yet again. “Get. Off. Of. Me.”

Glowering, Grimmjow decided he should either do as Ichigo asked or rape the kid, but he wanted a nice, willing, RECIPROCATING Ichigo. They could do rape fantasies later if Ichigo wanted. So he got off, making sure to drag along Ichigo’s hard on while he did so. “So what, you want romance and shit?” Grimmjow scoffed. Ichigo turned bright red and Grimmjow stopped for a second, staring down at his strawberry. “What? Seriously?”

“Get the fuck out of my room.”

The sixth espada did so, but he would be back. He only needed time to contemplate and decide how to continue. So Berry-tan wanted romance, huh? Well he would romance the shit out of that fucker until he was spreading his legs at any slightest glance Grimmjow sent him.

So he stayed low for a couple of days, just watching his uke while he was walking home from school, when he was sleeping, taking a shower…Et cetera. He had to wait for the perfect moment, which came soon after when Ichigo’s old man and sisters go out of the house for a conference or some shit and Ichigo was all alone.

Grimmjow crept in, grinning as he saw Ichigo curled up on the couch watching a movie. “Hey Ichi.” Ichigo jumped and whipped around, glowering as he saw Grimmjow.

“What do you want?”

“I’m here to romance you.”

Ichigo blinked. “What?”

Grimmjow cleared his voice and began. “Your lips are so sweet, you make me want to eat them. Your body is so fine, you make me cross the enemy line. When we fight, all I want to do is get into that ass so tight.”

“Grimm-”

He continued, ignoring the interruption. “Your blood is like an elixir that will keep me young forever. Your long legs tempt me until I can’t control the urge to bend you over. Even when we cross swords, all I can think of is grinding my other one in you.” He gestured towards the bulge in his hakama for a helpful reference, ignoring the gaping look Ichigo was giving him. “I want to tie you up and spank you, fuck your mouth and make you swallow. You make me want to kiss every inch of your skin, lick every nook and bite every bend.” He finally stopped, looking at Ichigo expectantly.

Ichigo stared, his mouth open in what Grimmjow thought was an invitation, but he would wait to make sure. “Well?” He finally said impatiently.

“You really suck.” Ichigo said, and then grinned. “But so far you are the first one to actually make an attempt, and that gets you plenty of points.”

The cat-like arrancar mumbled under his breath about ‘gonna kill those other guys’ before what Ichigo said registered in his mind. “It gets me points, huh?”

Ichigo grinned. “Yep.”

“So…you wanna fuck?” Ichigo blinked. “I mean, make love.”

“You gotta work on that. But…yes.” The last part was said a little nervously, but yes was yes and it took about two seconds for Grimmjow to pin Ichigo against the couch and rip all of his clothes off. Grimmjow had actually come prepared for once with a bottle of lube for the occasion. It went quicker than Ichigo would have liked, but slower that Grimmjow wanted. He started off shoving two lubed fingers into that tight entrance, holding those fuckable hips tightly as Ichigo let out an angered yell and tried to twist away.

“You can’t just start sticking things into me!”

“I started with fingers.” Grimmjow defended just as angrily and scissored his fingers harshly as punishment. Ichigo cringed at the pain and glared again, bucking his hips and kiss when the espada rubbed against his prostate. “You like it.” Grimmjow said victoriously and added a third finger, pinning his uke’s hips down once more as he tried to escape.

The blue-haired man continued to stretch him open as his bit down on Ichigo’s hips, grinning as the ‘elixir’ filled his mouth. He pulled away just as it was starting to get good for Ichigo again and flipped the teen onto his stomach. Parting those creamy cheeks, he grinned at the winking hole and lined himself up. Ichigo dug his nails into the couch cushions, trying to center himself as Grimmjow pressed into him.

Ichigo tensed as the large erection stretched him wide open. He didn’t so much as penetrate him but rather shoved himself inside of that tight heat in two thrusts. Ichigo whimpered and snarled and made all sorts of alluring noises as he quivered and twitched beneath him. It was too much for him, but Grimmjow kept insistently stroking his erection and wouldn’t let him forget about the pleasure accompanying it.

When he finally began to move it was a struggle just like any encounter they’ve had. Ichigo fighting to keep away from the painful sensation while Grimmjow pressed into the pleasurable one. The lube helped ease the way, but after a few thrusts he could see some red covering his dick. He ignored it though, it would just get Ichigo all worked up. Even more, he though as he held onto the bucking hips intent on moving away.

And then finally it was better and they were moving together. Grimmjow finally hit that thing inside Ichigo and Ichigo allowed himself to relax enough for the arrancar to move in and out smoothly. And even then it was a fight, the orange head pressing back against the pistoning hips now, clenching and rolling his until Grimmjow thought he would go mad.

They were off the couch now, Ichigo’s upper body still shoved onto it as Ichigo spooned their bodies together and sank his teeth into that beautiful expanse of flesh. With quick, measured jerks of Grimmjow’s hand Ichigo was coming, probably staining the carpet with his come as he spurted all over it.

Grimmjow held out for a few more thrusts before succumbing to his own finish. He remained inside of Ichigo, slumped over the smaller body and breathing in his scent. When he finally got up enough energy to move he lifted Ichigo up and threw him over his shoulder before heading upstairs to the shower.

Ichigo woke once more as warm water hit his face and demanding fingers wormed there way inside of him. “Oi! Stop it!”

“I’m cleaning you up idiot.” Grimmjow growled. “But now that you mention it…” He jabbed the fingers in, making Ichigo jerk and clutch at the wet shoulders.

“I said stop!”

“But…you’re hard!”

LINE

And that’s the end. I would have made it longer, but I want to write more on the other before Valentine’s Day, hope I can make it.

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