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My Strawberry Kitten
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male › Grimmjow/Ichigo
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Adult +
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9
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A/N: Wow, did I type this out fast, or what? Heh, the only good thing that came outta the stupid drama yesterday. XD I just wanna say thank you for reviewing. Yu sure know how to make an author happy. :D I’m so glad people like this story. Yu guys are the best. :3 I also wanted to say I got inspired by Honestly's drabbles in her series called 'Of Apricots and Blueberries' on FF.net and a fic called 'Soul Mates'.
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Grimmjow and Ichigo spent their Sunday at home, sitting together on the couch with Pantera curled up in the hybrid’s lap, watching TV and talking about their lives. Come Monday, the business tyrant was back in the office and Ichigo was busying himself with chores and errands to avoid boredom.
By the next week, they’d set a routine: Grimmjow would wake up before his alarm, take a shower, brush his teeth and get dressed for work; Ichigo would finally roll out of bed while Grimmjow was in the shower, brush his teeth before his Master, and start breakfast. When Grimmjow emerged from the bedroom, Ichigo would have already set the table, fed Pantera, and be in the middle of filling his Master’s plate. Grimmjow would kiss him good morning and they’d eat. Then he’d walk to work after breakfast, and Ichigo would do whatever to occupy himself in between the times when Grimmjow came home for lunch and then for the night, Pantera trying to attack his head every time. They’d have dinner, watch TV and chat, and then take a shower together (though Ichigo would need some coaxing) before going to bed. A typical domestic household, really.
The blue haired man had even given himself a mental pat on the back for refraining from touching his Kitten in an inappropriate manner all this time, though it didn’t come without consequences. He had gotten reacquainted with himself real quick as penalty, and Ichigo hadn’t the slightest inkling of it though he did appreciate a break from being groped and molested.
But things were about to change, unbeknownst to the couple. One day after lunch with the CEO already out the door and on his way back to the office, Ichigo began to feel…odd as he washed the dishes. At first, he brushed it off, but the feeling came back stronger and faster each time he tried to ignore it.
Finally it got so bad that he accidentally dropped a plate when a sharp pain jolted through him, shattering everywhere as he clutched his stomach and curled into himself, his body subconsciously protecting itself from something he couldn’t see. Why was the room getting so hot all of the sudden? And where was Grimmjow when you need him?!
Ichigo whimpered, deeply distressed.
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Grimmjow opened the door cautiously, immediately suspicious when Pantera didn’t pounce on cue. He entered his suite slowly, turning on the lights and was surprised to see his cat sitting calmly on the floor in front of him.
“Pantera?” The cat meowed and suddenly bounded off towards the bedroom. “What the hell?” Grimmjow muttered, bewildered at the feline’s unusual behavior. He rushed past the kitchen, freezing when he saw the shattered plate and the unfinished dishes. ‘Did somebody break in and take Ichi?’ was the first irrational thought that popped up, before he heard Pantera meow again to hurry his ass up.
The blunet rushed over to his bedroom door where Pantera was sitting and looking at it. He furrowed his brows and was about to speak when his sharp ears registered soft breathless moans inside. Grimmjow quickly opened the door and was enveloped in the most heavenly scent. Blue eyebrows shot up at what his eyes were seeing, trying to convince his malfunctioning brain that the erotic vision before him was real.
Ichigo lay sprawled out on the bed, breathing heavily as his fingers explored inside between his spread legs and fondled his painfully hard erection, pleasuring himself towards orgasm as he squirmed and whimpered amongst the sheets.
It didn’t take long before Ichigo’s body snapped up in ecstasy, cumming all over his chest and stomach with an erotic cry before going slack, his chest heaving with every breath. What amazed Grimmjow even more was that Ichigo didn’t soften one bit after that generous climax.
The boy must have realized this too, because then he curled into a tight ball and started to sob, the cries pulling at Grimmjow’s heartstrings. His feet moved on their own as lust and concern waged war in his head, taking him to the bed.
“Ichi?” At the sound of his name, Ichigo’s orange head snapped and turned to him wide-eyed, tears running down his cheeks.
“Master,” the hybrid responded in relief, his voice cracked and tired.
“What’s wrong, Kitten?” Grimmjow asked as he climbed onto the bed, “And what is that smell? Didja light up some incense or somethin’?” he muttered, the pheromones wafting from the neko clouding his mind.
“It hurts, Master, it hurts so bad, but I can’t make it go down no matter what I do! I tried to take a cold shower but it doesn’t do anything! It’s so hot…Please, make it go away,” Ichigo begged feverishly, burying his face into Grimmjow’s chest.
“My poor Kitten, you must be going into yer heat cycle,” Grimmjow murmured lowly, running his cool hands down heated skin, Ichigo moaning at the little bit of relief. “Hush, I’ll make you feel better.”
Ichigo mewed as the older man laid him back on the bed and watched him strip with half-lidded eyes.
“You’ve made a mess,” Grimmjow rasped, beginning to lick his Kitten clean.
Instinctively, Ichigo brought his hand up and curled them under his chin, displaying his chest and stomach to his Master, his eyes lowered. “I’m sorry, Master. I…I tried to stay in the shower by it just wasn’t helping…” Grimmjow rumbled at the show of submission and moved back up to capture Ichigo’s lips possessively after licking up all of his strawberry’s cream filling. “Nnn,” Ichigo moaned, opening up to the demanding tongue. He slid his arms around Grimmjow’s neck and felt large hands caress his sides and thighs, slipping between their naked bodies to grab his cock. “A-Ah!”
Grimmjow started to jerk him, intent on a quick release in order to make his Kitten feel better faster. He reached down with his other hand to poke at the hybrid’s opening and was surprised at what he found. “Yer naturally wet? Huh, must because of yer heat. How…convenient,” he smirked, pushing two fingers all the way in.
“Nnyaahh!” Ichigo trembled, lifting his hips to meet the fingers when they plunged back in. So good, so good, but not enough! “Master…”
“Grimmjow, Kitten, say my name,” the blunet said, pulling away to roll his pet over onto his stomach, “Say it!” Smack!
“Ahh!” Ichigo cried out from the spank, “G-Grimmjow-sama,” he moaned, raising onto his knees and offering himself to his Master, “Please, take me…take me now.” The older man groaned at the plea, and took hold of his hips with one hand, the other unzipping himself. The neko’s striped tail stood straight up in acceptance as he mewled at the slow penetration, but Grimmjow didn’t stop until his balls touched his bum. “Mmn…yes…” Finally, finally he was mounted by his Chosen, and felt...complete.
The blunet paused for a moment and began to thrust shallowly after he made sure the neko was all right, quickly gaining speed. “Shit…” he grunted at the tightness of his little kitty, fucking him harder and faster, deeper and deeper.
Ichigo clutched a pillow to his head, muffling his scream by stuffing it into his mouth when the other found his prostate. “Ah…ah…naahh…!”
“That’s it Kitten, cum. Now,” his Master growled, giving his ass a sharp smack. Ichigo obeyed, arching into the bed as he came with a long keening wail. Grimmjow groaned when the passage tightened further and with a few more harsh jerks of his hips, he climaxed. Ichigo flinched involuntarily when he felt the man shoot deep within his body, purring at the feeling of his Master’s seed dribbling down his legs.
“Ah, sorry…I came inside of you…” Grimm muttered sheepishly.
“It’s okay…it felt really good…” Ichigo panted out, looking thoroughly debauched with his flushed face, his wet, open mouth and sultry half-lidded eyes. “I want more…”
Grimmjow looked surprised, “Er, again?”
Ichigo tossed him a little kittenish smile over his shoulder. “Again and again…”
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…and again they did. The two continued their sexing into the wee hours of the morning. Ichigo was insatiable and incredibly adorable each time his sweet spot was hit and he came, which only served in making Grimmjow all the more aroused and fuck Ichigo even more, though it was slowly taxing his body as Ichigo continued to spread his legs for him each and every time. Finally, the pair collapsed in a tangle of limbs and dozed off, wrapped up in each other.
The next morning, Grimmjow sat upright in a flash even before opening his eyes. A moment later, he clenched the sheets as he growled out his orgasm. When he came down from his sex high, he pushed the covers away revealing Ichigo licking his lips in satisfaction between his legs, smiling like the cat that got the cream.
Grimmjow groaned and flopped back down onto the bed, throwing a muscled arm over his eyes. “Fuck, Ichi, yer killing me…”
“Yes, fuck Ichi…Fuck Ichi now…” Ichigo murmured, straddling Grimmjow’s waist and grinding his hips down. The older man choked on a moan.
‘Well, if I’m gonna die, this certainly is a helluva way to go,’ he thought before his mind went blank as Ichigo impaled himself on his Master’s dick, moaning wantonly. ‘Yep, a HELLuva way to go.’
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A/N: Lemon in the next chapter too~! C:
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Grimmjow and Ichigo spent their Sunday at home, sitting together on the couch with Pantera curled up in the hybrid’s lap, watching TV and talking about their lives. Come Monday, the business tyrant was back in the office and Ichigo was busying himself with chores and errands to avoid boredom.
By the next week, they’d set a routine: Grimmjow would wake up before his alarm, take a shower, brush his teeth and get dressed for work; Ichigo would finally roll out of bed while Grimmjow was in the shower, brush his teeth before his Master, and start breakfast. When Grimmjow emerged from the bedroom, Ichigo would have already set the table, fed Pantera, and be in the middle of filling his Master’s plate. Grimmjow would kiss him good morning and they’d eat. Then he’d walk to work after breakfast, and Ichigo would do whatever to occupy himself in between the times when Grimmjow came home for lunch and then for the night, Pantera trying to attack his head every time. They’d have dinner, watch TV and chat, and then take a shower together (though Ichigo would need some coaxing) before going to bed. A typical domestic household, really.
The blue haired man had even given himself a mental pat on the back for refraining from touching his Kitten in an inappropriate manner all this time, though it didn’t come without consequences. He had gotten reacquainted with himself real quick as penalty, and Ichigo hadn’t the slightest inkling of it though he did appreciate a break from being groped and molested.
But things were about to change, unbeknownst to the couple. One day after lunch with the CEO already out the door and on his way back to the office, Ichigo began to feel…odd as he washed the dishes. At first, he brushed it off, but the feeling came back stronger and faster each time he tried to ignore it.
Finally it got so bad that he accidentally dropped a plate when a sharp pain jolted through him, shattering everywhere as he clutched his stomach and curled into himself, his body subconsciously protecting itself from something he couldn’t see. Why was the room getting so hot all of the sudden? And where was Grimmjow when you need him?!
Ichigo whimpered, deeply distressed.
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Grimmjow opened the door cautiously, immediately suspicious when Pantera didn’t pounce on cue. He entered his suite slowly, turning on the lights and was surprised to see his cat sitting calmly on the floor in front of him.
“Pantera?” The cat meowed and suddenly bounded off towards the bedroom. “What the hell?” Grimmjow muttered, bewildered at the feline’s unusual behavior. He rushed past the kitchen, freezing when he saw the shattered plate and the unfinished dishes. ‘Did somebody break in and take Ichi?’ was the first irrational thought that popped up, before he heard Pantera meow again to hurry his ass up.
The blunet rushed over to his bedroom door where Pantera was sitting and looking at it. He furrowed his brows and was about to speak when his sharp ears registered soft breathless moans inside. Grimmjow quickly opened the door and was enveloped in the most heavenly scent. Blue eyebrows shot up at what his eyes were seeing, trying to convince his malfunctioning brain that the erotic vision before him was real.
Ichigo lay sprawled out on the bed, breathing heavily as his fingers explored inside between his spread legs and fondled his painfully hard erection, pleasuring himself towards orgasm as he squirmed and whimpered amongst the sheets.
It didn’t take long before Ichigo’s body snapped up in ecstasy, cumming all over his chest and stomach with an erotic cry before going slack, his chest heaving with every breath. What amazed Grimmjow even more was that Ichigo didn’t soften one bit after that generous climax.
The boy must have realized this too, because then he curled into a tight ball and started to sob, the cries pulling at Grimmjow’s heartstrings. His feet moved on their own as lust and concern waged war in his head, taking him to the bed.
“Ichi?” At the sound of his name, Ichigo’s orange head snapped and turned to him wide-eyed, tears running down his cheeks.
“Master,” the hybrid responded in relief, his voice cracked and tired.
“What’s wrong, Kitten?” Grimmjow asked as he climbed onto the bed, “And what is that smell? Didja light up some incense or somethin’?” he muttered, the pheromones wafting from the neko clouding his mind.
“It hurts, Master, it hurts so bad, but I can’t make it go down no matter what I do! I tried to take a cold shower but it doesn’t do anything! It’s so hot…Please, make it go away,” Ichigo begged feverishly, burying his face into Grimmjow’s chest.
“My poor Kitten, you must be going into yer heat cycle,” Grimmjow murmured lowly, running his cool hands down heated skin, Ichigo moaning at the little bit of relief. “Hush, I’ll make you feel better.”
Ichigo mewed as the older man laid him back on the bed and watched him strip with half-lidded eyes.
“You’ve made a mess,” Grimmjow rasped, beginning to lick his Kitten clean.
Instinctively, Ichigo brought his hand up and curled them under his chin, displaying his chest and stomach to his Master, his eyes lowered. “I’m sorry, Master. I…I tried to stay in the shower by it just wasn’t helping…” Grimmjow rumbled at the show of submission and moved back up to capture Ichigo’s lips possessively after licking up all of his strawberry’s cream filling. “Nnn,” Ichigo moaned, opening up to the demanding tongue. He slid his arms around Grimmjow’s neck and felt large hands caress his sides and thighs, slipping between their naked bodies to grab his cock. “A-Ah!”
Grimmjow started to jerk him, intent on a quick release in order to make his Kitten feel better faster. He reached down with his other hand to poke at the hybrid’s opening and was surprised at what he found. “Yer naturally wet? Huh, must because of yer heat. How…convenient,” he smirked, pushing two fingers all the way in.
“Nnyaahh!” Ichigo trembled, lifting his hips to meet the fingers when they plunged back in. So good, so good, but not enough! “Master…”
“Grimmjow, Kitten, say my name,” the blunet said, pulling away to roll his pet over onto his stomach, “Say it!” Smack!
“Ahh!” Ichigo cried out from the spank, “G-Grimmjow-sama,” he moaned, raising onto his knees and offering himself to his Master, “Please, take me…take me now.” The older man groaned at the plea, and took hold of his hips with one hand, the other unzipping himself. The neko’s striped tail stood straight up in acceptance as he mewled at the slow penetration, but Grimmjow didn’t stop until his balls touched his bum. “Mmn…yes…” Finally, finally he was mounted by his Chosen, and felt...complete.
The blunet paused for a moment and began to thrust shallowly after he made sure the neko was all right, quickly gaining speed. “Shit…” he grunted at the tightness of his little kitty, fucking him harder and faster, deeper and deeper.
Ichigo clutched a pillow to his head, muffling his scream by stuffing it into his mouth when the other found his prostate. “Ah…ah…naahh…!”
“That’s it Kitten, cum. Now,” his Master growled, giving his ass a sharp smack. Ichigo obeyed, arching into the bed as he came with a long keening wail. Grimmjow groaned when the passage tightened further and with a few more harsh jerks of his hips, he climaxed. Ichigo flinched involuntarily when he felt the man shoot deep within his body, purring at the feeling of his Master’s seed dribbling down his legs.
“Ah, sorry…I came inside of you…” Grimm muttered sheepishly.
“It’s okay…it felt really good…” Ichigo panted out, looking thoroughly debauched with his flushed face, his wet, open mouth and sultry half-lidded eyes. “I want more…”
Grimmjow looked surprised, “Er, again?”
Ichigo tossed him a little kittenish smile over his shoulder. “Again and again…”
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…and again they did. The two continued their sexing into the wee hours of the morning. Ichigo was insatiable and incredibly adorable each time his sweet spot was hit and he came, which only served in making Grimmjow all the more aroused and fuck Ichigo even more, though it was slowly taxing his body as Ichigo continued to spread his legs for him each and every time. Finally, the pair collapsed in a tangle of limbs and dozed off, wrapped up in each other.
The next morning, Grimmjow sat upright in a flash even before opening his eyes. A moment later, he clenched the sheets as he growled out his orgasm. When he came down from his sex high, he pushed the covers away revealing Ichigo licking his lips in satisfaction between his legs, smiling like the cat that got the cream.
Grimmjow groaned and flopped back down onto the bed, throwing a muscled arm over his eyes. “Fuck, Ichi, yer killing me…”
“Yes, fuck Ichi…Fuck Ichi now…” Ichigo murmured, straddling Grimmjow’s waist and grinding his hips down. The older man choked on a moan.
‘Well, if I’m gonna die, this certainly is a helluva way to go,’ he thought before his mind went blank as Ichigo impaled himself on his Master’s dick, moaning wantonly. ‘Yep, a HELLuva way to go.’
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A/N: Lemon in the next chapter too~! C: