Grimmjow & mullet!Ichigo
Title/Theme: “Servant”
Author: Kaz (aka KamiKaze43v3r)
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Rating: M. Smut. Zomg finally.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Grimmjow nor Ichigo... But can I have their spirit babies if Ichi ever gets preggers by Grimmjow? (though I hate M-preg personally 8D)
Warnings: As said on rating, there’s smut. And Grimmjow. And mullet!Ichigo. Yay? Yay. :) Btw there's a fanart of the two going at it to accompany this fic so... hope you like! ^^
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“Fuuuck...!” Ichigo ground out as Grimmjow invaded into him with his fingers, without so much as some lubricant or a warning. It hurt, but Ichigo knew better than to complain. He got off on it anyways. His head was pinned down to the ground with Grimmjow’s free hand, while his arse was raised as the other hand busied itself with its fingers inside Ichigo. The hand on his head moved, running almost intimately through his hair.
“Like your new look, Ichigo,” Grimmjow drawled thoughtfully. Ichigo could hear him smirk as he said it, and could feel the cold eyes raking at his naked back. “Bit too pale for me, but ya look so damn fuckable with the hair and all. Specially with the new hole there.” He snorted at his own joke as his fingers played with the long strands of Ichigo’s hair splayed on the cement floor. Ichigo just stared at him from where he was with his gold-black eyes, panting hard. Ichigo jerked, a sudden shock of pleasure silencing him as Grimmjow’s fingers brushed past that spot. The Vizard heard him chuckle at his state, his breath now caressing Ichigo’s ear.
“I’m liking the way you’re lookin’ at me right now, Ichigo,” Grimmjow growled into his ear. The Arrancar’s fingers moved again, slickly shoving in and out of the younger male, making him squirm in both discomfort and pleasure. Ichigo moaned as he clawed at the hard floor, frustrated at the depravation of full pleasure. Why couldn’t he just get on with it and fuck him? “Ya want it, don’t ya?” Ichigo made a sound, but did not speak. He groaned when he felt Grimmjow’s hardened cock poking at the flesh of his arse, toying with his mental and bodily restraint.
“I-I want it,” Ichigo panted, his head turning a little to meet the eyes of the dominating man on him. Grimmjow stared right back, his smirk ever growing.
“Good boy,” he praised and kissed Ichigo roughly, not resisting a bite to the Vizard’s lip. It left Ichigo with a cut lip which started to bleed, but Ichigo ignored it, licking his own lips to have a taste of his own blood. “God, you’re such a slut.” Ichigo mirrored Grimmjow’s smirk at his remark, which disappeared as Grimmjow slipped into him.
“A-Ahh!” Ichigo moaned, pressing his face back against the cement as he tried to adjust to the pain. “Fuck, you’re... big...”
“Yeah I know,” he heard Grimmjow reply smugly. “But yer just too tight no matter how many times I fuck ya anyways.” Ichigo wanted to retort something smart, but instead he moaned out again as the older man slipped out and thrust in, repeating the process a couple of times before he started to fuck him properly. He grabbed at Ichigo’s long hair roughly, pulling at it hard enough to make the teen jerk his head back. His body followed, making him bend backwards in an awkward and uncomfortable position. It stung as Grimmjow pulled hard on his hair, his scalp being tugged at painfully, but it was a pleasurable pain. Grimmjow had taught him that much. The Arrancar buried his face into the orange hair while the hand maintained its hold on the long locks, as if he was smelling Ichigo, kissing at him when he reached the shell of his ear. His other hand turned Ichigo’s face forcefully to the side as Grimmjow took his lips again, his tongue intruding the Vizard’s mouth like a hungry animal, chewing at his lip and nipping at his jaw. Ichigo loved it when Grimmjow fucked him from behind. He noticed the man becomes more... animalistic and dominant. It never failed to make Ichigo hornier.
“Nnng-ah!” Ichigo moaned again. “Ha-harder!” Grimmjow smiled against his shoulder, the hand on his face then grabbed at one of his wrists to pull Ichigo harder into his thrusts. The Vizard was almost yelling out with every hard thrust, his own cock leaking as the pleasure mounted. “Fuck yes, Grimmjow!”
“Mmn, you know what to call me,” Grimmjow said huskily as he proceeded to slip out of Ichigo, causing the boy to make a sound much like a whine. He tugged hard at the long hair, jerking Ichigo’s head back again that was accompanied by his groan in a demand for an answer. Ichigo knew his face was flushed, probably an unusual sight with his pale face, but Ichigo knew that was a part of himself Grimmjow loved to see, no matter how different he may look with this Vizard - or Hollow - form. The man had said it made him hard every time he sees it, and Ichigo was sort of counting on that that it would make the man pleasure him more.
Ichigo swallowed, the desired word almost refusing to escape his throat as if a part of him didn’t want to say it. But he himself knew and acknowledged the fact, that Ichigo loved and accept Grimmjow as his - “...K-King.” Grimmjow grinned, his cold eyes boring into Ichigo’s gold-black ones with renewed lust. “That’s a good servant,” Grimmjow said. He released his hold on Ichigo’s hair and spun the Vizard around, pushed him back to the ground and threw Ichigo’s legs over his shoulders as he slammed into him again.
The Vizard arched his back, pushing his hips back against the other’s thrust and following the fast rhythm. Grimmjow’s hands groped him all over; from his hair to his face, his neck to his chest. He rubbed at the pert nipples briefly, before he traced the sensitive skin along the hollow hole at his chest. Ichigo shuddered at the sensation, realizing that he was feeling the same thing as Grimmjow did when Ichigo had done the same before. Grimmjow leaned over for a kiss and this time Ichigo took control. Wrapping his arms around Grimmjow’s neck, Ichigo pulled him close, letting their bodies touch. He groaned into the kiss, his cock rubbing in between two sets of hard abs (though Grimmjow’s hollow hole made the feeling a little lacking). Grimmjow licked at Ichigo’s cut lip in which the younger male hissed at but did not stop kissing him. Instead the kiss became rougher and more demanding. Ichigo then licked at the older man’s broken jaw mask, sliding his tongue over the edge of the bone and revelling in the shiver he earned from the other. He did the same for the ear, nipping at the lobe before whispering sensuously, “Fuck me, my King.”
Grimmjow groaned then, his lust growing at the indecent neediness of his servant under him. He shoved Ichigo back to the floor, his hand running down from Ichigo’s crown to the side of his face as if admiring Ichigo with his hand. Icy blue orbs locked into golden ones as Grimmjow placed two fingers onto Ichigo’s lips and ordered, “Suck.”
Ichigo did almost immediately. Opening his mouth, he took the fingers in, mewling at the sudden deep thrust his King gave as he sucked. His tongue followed the length of the long digits before sucking on them like he would on his King’s dick. “You’re such a good little slut, Ichigo,” Grimmjow said, staring at the sexy sight below him with a devilish grin. Ichigo continued his task, crying out around the fingers whenever Grimmjow impaled him at the right places. God, he was going to come any second.
Ichigo’s head tilted back as Grimmjow removed his fingers from his mouth and continued to invade into his body, again and again, deep and fast. Grimmjow hit the spot repeatedly while his hand, moist with Ichigo’s saliva, sneakily wrapped around Ichigo’s cock and started pumping Ichigo towards his orgasm.
“G-Grimmjow I’m gonna - Ahh! Right there... fuck me... fuck me right there!! Yes, yes... Ahh!!” Ichigo came with a howl, his spread arms on Grimmjow’s shoulders in a flash to claw at it vainly, only to leave bright red lines on the steel skin. Grimmjow grunted along with his eyes slipping close and his face cringing as he came inside the Vizard. Ichigo gasped, his insides burning with Grimmjow’s come as he listened absent-mindedly to the blue-haired one hiss in pleasure and then feeling him press kisses along his pale body.
“That was a good one, Ichigo.” Ichigo’s half-lidded gold-black eyes looked back hazily at Grimmjow and smiled.
This... This was what it meant to serve his King.
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This fic is accompanied by this fanart (by me also) :D
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Pardon the crappy coloring... I was awfully sleepy due to caffeine (yes I get reverse effects) while coloring this ^^; But that just sounded like a bad excuse eh...
Author: Kaz (aka KamiKaze43v3r)
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Rating: M. Smut. Zomg finally.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Grimmjow nor Ichigo... But can I have their spirit babies if Ichi ever gets preggers by Grimmjow? (though I hate M-preg personally 8D)
Warnings: As said on rating, there’s smut. And Grimmjow. And mullet!Ichigo. Yay? Yay. :) Btw there's a fanart of the two going at it to accompany this fic so... hope you like! ^^
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“Fuuuck...!” Ichigo ground out as Grimmjow invaded into him with his fingers, without so much as some lubricant or a warning. It hurt, but Ichigo knew better than to complain. He got off on it anyways. His head was pinned down to the ground with Grimmjow’s free hand, while his arse was raised as the other hand busied itself with its fingers inside Ichigo. The hand on his head moved, running almost intimately through his hair.
“Like your new look, Ichigo,” Grimmjow drawled thoughtfully. Ichigo could hear him smirk as he said it, and could feel the cold eyes raking at his naked back. “Bit too pale for me, but ya look so damn fuckable with the hair and all. Specially with the new hole there.” He snorted at his own joke as his fingers played with the long strands of Ichigo’s hair splayed on the cement floor. Ichigo just stared at him from where he was with his gold-black eyes, panting hard. Ichigo jerked, a sudden shock of pleasure silencing him as Grimmjow’s fingers brushed past that spot. The Vizard heard him chuckle at his state, his breath now caressing Ichigo’s ear.
“I’m liking the way you’re lookin’ at me right now, Ichigo,” Grimmjow growled into his ear. The Arrancar’s fingers moved again, slickly shoving in and out of the younger male, making him squirm in both discomfort and pleasure. Ichigo moaned as he clawed at the hard floor, frustrated at the depravation of full pleasure. Why couldn’t he just get on with it and fuck him? “Ya want it, don’t ya?” Ichigo made a sound, but did not speak. He groaned when he felt Grimmjow’s hardened cock poking at the flesh of his arse, toying with his mental and bodily restraint.
“I-I want it,” Ichigo panted, his head turning a little to meet the eyes of the dominating man on him. Grimmjow stared right back, his smirk ever growing.
“Good boy,” he praised and kissed Ichigo roughly, not resisting a bite to the Vizard’s lip. It left Ichigo with a cut lip which started to bleed, but Ichigo ignored it, licking his own lips to have a taste of his own blood. “God, you’re such a slut.” Ichigo mirrored Grimmjow’s smirk at his remark, which disappeared as Grimmjow slipped into him.
“A-Ahh!” Ichigo moaned, pressing his face back against the cement as he tried to adjust to the pain. “Fuck, you’re... big...”
“Yeah I know,” he heard Grimmjow reply smugly. “But yer just too tight no matter how many times I fuck ya anyways.” Ichigo wanted to retort something smart, but instead he moaned out again as the older man slipped out and thrust in, repeating the process a couple of times before he started to fuck him properly. He grabbed at Ichigo’s long hair roughly, pulling at it hard enough to make the teen jerk his head back. His body followed, making him bend backwards in an awkward and uncomfortable position. It stung as Grimmjow pulled hard on his hair, his scalp being tugged at painfully, but it was a pleasurable pain. Grimmjow had taught him that much. The Arrancar buried his face into the orange hair while the hand maintained its hold on the long locks, as if he was smelling Ichigo, kissing at him when he reached the shell of his ear. His other hand turned Ichigo’s face forcefully to the side as Grimmjow took his lips again, his tongue intruding the Vizard’s mouth like a hungry animal, chewing at his lip and nipping at his jaw. Ichigo loved it when Grimmjow fucked him from behind. He noticed the man becomes more... animalistic and dominant. It never failed to make Ichigo hornier.
“Nnng-ah!” Ichigo moaned again. “Ha-harder!” Grimmjow smiled against his shoulder, the hand on his face then grabbed at one of his wrists to pull Ichigo harder into his thrusts. The Vizard was almost yelling out with every hard thrust, his own cock leaking as the pleasure mounted. “Fuck yes, Grimmjow!”
“Mmn, you know what to call me,” Grimmjow said huskily as he proceeded to slip out of Ichigo, causing the boy to make a sound much like a whine. He tugged hard at the long hair, jerking Ichigo’s head back again that was accompanied by his groan in a demand for an answer. Ichigo knew his face was flushed, probably an unusual sight with his pale face, but Ichigo knew that was a part of himself Grimmjow loved to see, no matter how different he may look with this Vizard - or Hollow - form. The man had said it made him hard every time he sees it, and Ichigo was sort of counting on that that it would make the man pleasure him more.
Ichigo swallowed, the desired word almost refusing to escape his throat as if a part of him didn’t want to say it. But he himself knew and acknowledged the fact, that Ichigo loved and accept Grimmjow as his - “...K-King.” Grimmjow grinned, his cold eyes boring into Ichigo’s gold-black ones with renewed lust. “That’s a good servant,” Grimmjow said. He released his hold on Ichigo’s hair and spun the Vizard around, pushed him back to the ground and threw Ichigo’s legs over his shoulders as he slammed into him again.
The Vizard arched his back, pushing his hips back against the other’s thrust and following the fast rhythm. Grimmjow’s hands groped him all over; from his hair to his face, his neck to his chest. He rubbed at the pert nipples briefly, before he traced the sensitive skin along the hollow hole at his chest. Ichigo shuddered at the sensation, realizing that he was feeling the same thing as Grimmjow did when Ichigo had done the same before. Grimmjow leaned over for a kiss and this time Ichigo took control. Wrapping his arms around Grimmjow’s neck, Ichigo pulled him close, letting their bodies touch. He groaned into the kiss, his cock rubbing in between two sets of hard abs (though Grimmjow’s hollow hole made the feeling a little lacking). Grimmjow licked at Ichigo’s cut lip in which the younger male hissed at but did not stop kissing him. Instead the kiss became rougher and more demanding. Ichigo then licked at the older man’s broken jaw mask, sliding his tongue over the edge of the bone and revelling in the shiver he earned from the other. He did the same for the ear, nipping at the lobe before whispering sensuously, “Fuck me, my King.”
Grimmjow groaned then, his lust growing at the indecent neediness of his servant under him. He shoved Ichigo back to the floor, his hand running down from Ichigo’s crown to the side of his face as if admiring Ichigo with his hand. Icy blue orbs locked into golden ones as Grimmjow placed two fingers onto Ichigo’s lips and ordered, “Suck.”
Ichigo did almost immediately. Opening his mouth, he took the fingers in, mewling at the sudden deep thrust his King gave as he sucked. His tongue followed the length of the long digits before sucking on them like he would on his King’s dick. “You’re such a good little slut, Ichigo,” Grimmjow said, staring at the sexy sight below him with a devilish grin. Ichigo continued his task, crying out around the fingers whenever Grimmjow impaled him at the right places. God, he was going to come any second.
Ichigo’s head tilted back as Grimmjow removed his fingers from his mouth and continued to invade into his body, again and again, deep and fast. Grimmjow hit the spot repeatedly while his hand, moist with Ichigo’s saliva, sneakily wrapped around Ichigo’s cock and started pumping Ichigo towards his orgasm.
“G-Grimmjow I’m gonna - Ahh! Right there... fuck me... fuck me right there!! Yes, yes... Ahh!!” Ichigo came with a howl, his spread arms on Grimmjow’s shoulders in a flash to claw at it vainly, only to leave bright red lines on the steel skin. Grimmjow grunted along with his eyes slipping close and his face cringing as he came inside the Vizard. Ichigo gasped, his insides burning with Grimmjow’s come as he listened absent-mindedly to the blue-haired one hiss in pleasure and then feeling him press kisses along his pale body.
“That was a good one, Ichigo.” Ichigo’s half-lidded gold-black eyes looked back hazily at Grimmjow and smiled.
This... This was what it meant to serve his King.
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This fic is accompanied by this fanart (by me also) :D
Click to enlarge!
Pardon the crappy coloring... I was awfully sleepy due to caffeine (yes I get reverse effects) while coloring this ^^; But that just sounded like a bad excuse eh...