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Grimmjow (Bleach) x Reader
Trigger Warning: Possible triggers in this one shot include (but are not limited to) praise, degrading, edging, light BDSM, and alcohol.
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Agitated didn't even begin to describe how Grimmjow felt as he walked through the city. He should've known that anything Kisuke Urahara had to offer would come with a price. And an annoying one at that. Her name was Y/n. Soul Reaper turned Visord because the old perv wanted a new experiment. That was Grimmjow's take on it, at least. Urahara was the one who turned the woman.
"Why do I have to train her?" Grimmjow snapped.
Hiding behind his fan, Kisuke waved his hand, "Mr. Kurosaki is currently busy with his family."
"Tch," Grimmjow looked into the front of the store as the h/c spoke with Nel. "Why not Nel?"
As Grimmjow asked the question, the two men watched as Nel removed her bracelet, turning her into the toddler she loved to be. Grimmjow sighed at the action before sliding open the door. Kisuke didn't have to answer Grimmjow. He could feel the instability in the woman's spiritual pressure.
"Come on, runt," Nel spun around before slipping her bracelet back on. "You're going back home."
"Grimmy!" Nel was cheerful in the time of peace.
Fighting the urge to snap at the blue-headed bombshell, Grimmjow focused on his newest task. "You're coming with me, kid."
"KID?!" Grimmjow hadn't expected the Soul Reaper to bite back. "We're probably the same age!" She shouted as he moved closer.
Grimmjow didn't stop until he was less than an inch from the woman. Blue eyes drilled into e/c ones as he told her, "Still a kid." As she peered at the much taller male, she wondered if she should continue the backlash. "That's what I thought. Training room," Grimmjow turned away, "come on."
And that was a little over six weeks ago.
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"Why the fuck would he let her go out with those dumbasses," it was a rhetorical question as Grimmjow shoved his hands in the pockets of his black jeans.
While he hated his gagai, he knew he couldn't storm through the world of the living as he sought out the woman. Her spiritual pressure was close. Along with three Soul Reapers. There was something wrong. Maybe wrong wasn't the right word. Grimmjow could sense that Y/n was upset. Her spiritual pressure flared before suddenly leveling out. Quickening his pace, Grimmjow headed for the building where he could feel the woman.
Grinding his teeth, Grimmjow walked into the restaurant. He didn't have to search for the group. A certain busty blonde's loud and boisterous laugh carried through the room. Making his way through the small crowd, he caught the eyes of Y/n. E/c eyes shimmered for a moment before they were filled with confusion.
"Grimmjow?" She asked as he moved in closer. "What are you doing here?"
The three Soul Reapers, in their gagais, tensed. Renji looked to his left, where Grimmjow had stepped between him and Y/n. "Shouldn't you be in Hueco Mundo?" Renji's cheeks may have been tinted with a blush, but he quickly sobered.
Ignoring Renji, Grimmjow told Y/n, "That's my line, Kid. We were supposed to go to Hueco Mundo for training."
"Stop calling me that!" Her small shout made Shuhei and Rangiku stop their giggling.
"Maybe you should use that anger to do some fighting," Grimmjow teased. "Now, let's go."
When Grimmjow took hold of her wrist, Y/n froze momentarily. Grimmjow had a strict 'no contact' policy unless they were exchanging blows. The shock quickly vanished as she wrenched her arm from his grasp.
"I'm having fun," Y/n retorted as she crossed her arms.
Rather than turning back, Grimmjow looked Renji in the eyes. "I said let's go, Kid."
"No," she repeated her refusal.
Renji shrugged lazily, "She said no, Espada."
While it wasn't as menacing in his gagai, Grimmjow growled. It was low and throaty. Looking over his shoulder, he said, "Then why did your spiritual pressure flare?"
Renji watched Y/n closely as Grimmjow's question registered. Y/n's face fell slightly.
"What are you talking about?" Her defensive posture began to fade as she dropped her arms.
"Tch," Grimmjow let it go. "You're being a brat. Let's go."
Eyes narrowed, Y/n told him, "Make. Me."
Time seemed to pass in slow motion as Grimmjow turned around. He took the last step towards Y/n that placed him close enough their breath mingled. He could smell the sake on her. She was tipsy. It gave her a false confidence. Eyes boring into her, Y/n waited for Grimmjow's next move. He didn't have to move. The pure energy that rolled off of Grimmjow was placed solely on Y/n. It was crushing.
Y/n sucked in a breath, trying to fill her lungs with the air she so desperately needed. Watching her struggle, Grimmjow almost gave in. Then he realized that he liked it. He liked watching her become vulnerable because of him. He liked being in control of her. He liked her needing him in someway.
When Y/n's hand clutched onto Grimmjow's forearm, relief washed over her. Lifting her head, she couldn't discern the look in the male's eyes as he peered down at her.
"I'll see you three later," Y/n said meekly. "Thank you for visiting."
Whatever the Soul Reapers said fell on deaf ears as Grimmjow took hold of Y/n's hand. He maneuvered through the crowd before leaving the restaurant. Once in the street, Grimmjow wasted no time using Shinpo to arrive at Urahara's shop.
Letting go of Y/n's hand, Grimmjow entered the small building. Y/n nearly stumbled at the loss of contact. Quickly following after the brooding male, Y/n wondered what kind of torture was in store for her. They were silent as they trekked through the shop and towards the training grounds.
Once underground, Y/n began to ask, "I thought-"
Her question was never finished as Grimmjow pinned her to the wall. His long fingers were wrapped around her throat. Body pressed against her. Leg poised between her thighs as he stared at her.
"Tell me why you lied," Grimmjow seethed. "Why were you upset back there?"
Defiance and uncertainty swirled in Y/n's gaze. "It doesn't matter." Her voice was low. "It's not like you care anyway."
Another growl left the Espada. "I asked you a fucking question, you brat."
"And I don't have to answer it," she tried matching the distaste in his voice. "Quit calling me names."
As Grimmjow grinned madly, Y/n could only imagine the expression on his true self and not the doll he wore. She hated his gagai.
"You don't like being called names," his thumbs traced her quickening pulse. "Maybe you shouldn't play games you can't win, little toy."
A jolt of electricity danced over Y/n. Grimmjow felt every beat of her heart when he said the name. He had meant it as a taunting joke. He couldn't deny the spark of pleasure that ran through him as he watched her eyes dilate for a split second.
"I'm not a fucking toy, Grimm." Y/n hardly called him Grimm. She knew not to call him Grimmy. Nel was the only one who could get away with that.
"We'll see about that," Grimmjow pushed off of her. "Get out of that damn thing. I'm going to kick your ass."
Doing as she was told, Y/n only complied because she wanted to kick his ass. Grimmjow eyed the h/c carefully. Her clothes were different than usual. Rather than her Soul Reaper Shihakusho, she was dressed in human clothes.
"The fuck are you wearing?" Grimmjow asked.
Looking down, she threw her hands up, "Kisuke gave them to me. They're better to train in."
"Have you been training with that damn pervert again?" Grimmjow narrowed his eyes. "He'd be pleased seeing you prance around in that."
Smirking, Y/n crossed her arms. The white tank top made the motion bring attention to her boobs. "Jealous, Grimmy?"
"Did you just fucking call me 'Grimmy'?" The words were low as he grit them out.
As she cocked a hip, the loose black athletic shorts shifted. "Doesn't kitty want to play?"
Growling, Grimmjow lowered his stance, preparing to strike. "Kitty's going to play, alright."
That was the only warning before Y/n was tackled to the ground. The two rolled a few times before Y/n ended up with the advantage. Springing to her feet, she used Shinpo to distance herself from the angry Espada. Perhaps she had pushed too many buttons of his.
Hiding behind a rock, Y/n thought about the best strategy to defeat Grimmjow. She's never won their fights during training. And there was nothing about this fight that would be gentle. Grimmjow was going to go all out. Y/n may have been a sixth seat, but that was nothing compared to the former Sexta.
"I can smell you, my little Visord," Grimmjow was languid in his movements as he approached the boulder Y/n was pressed against. "I think I'll stick to my little toy, though."
The anger bubbled within Y/n at the taunting name. Since her spiritual pressure flared, it only confirmed what Grimmjow's nose could discern. She was behind the rock. Quietly, he climbed the structure. Peering down at the beautiful h/c, Grimmjow paused. Her pulse was stuttering as her head swiveled. She wasn't focused. Either the alcohol had gotten to her, or she was anxious.
Flipping down, Grimmjow pinned Y/n to the rough-edged stone. "You gonna tell me what your problem is?"
Gasping, Y/n drew her hand back to strike Grimmjow. Quickly catching it, Grimjoww grinned in triumph. Repeating the action, Grimmjow held both wrists against the rough stone. Y/n's breathing was as erratic as her heart as she stared into the Espada's eyes. She felt as though she was drowning in those deep pools of blue. There was no air filling her lungs. She needed to ground herself. She needed to surface again before she fell to the depths.
When Y/n leaned forward, Grimmjow froze. As he sucked in a breath, her lips met his. Grimmjow was too shocked to react at first. Stunned by the bold move that was unlike the woman. Gathering his thoughts, Grimmjow released Y/n's wrists. One hand threaded into her hair while the other pinned her hip to the stone.
Jerking back roughly, Grimmjow asked harshly, "The fuck are you doing, little toy?"
Grimmjow's eyes watched as Y/n chewed at her lip before cutting her eyes away, "I was trying to distract you enough to attack."
Giving a quick tug to Y/n's hair, Grimmjow enjoyed the spark of delight in her eyes as she gasped. "We both know you're lying, little kitty." Y/n's eyes dilated again, "Did you like that name? What about pet?" Y/n pursed her lips. "No? How about my little pet?"
When Y/n didn't move aside from her teeth grazing her lower lip, Grimmjow pressed his body to hers. The purr that escaped Grimmjow made Y/n's entire body vibrate along with him. His knee wedged itself between her legs, pressing against her sensitive clit. All she's done since her eyes met his was fantasize about having sex with him.
"Does my little pet want to play?" Something struck both of them. "I think you'll like it more than you want to admit, kitten. Does my little kitten want to play with the big bad kitty?"
To all things holy, Y/n wanted to play. Badly.
All Y/n could do at that moment was nod as she rolled her hips against his thigh. Grimmjow took a deep breath in as Y/n's scent grew heavy. It incased his senses, making his vision blur. The Espada would have to be careful to not lose control. Going feral wasn't an option with someone like Y/n. She wouldn't be able to take the brutality that was pent up inside Grimmjow. The man could admit, to himself, that the thought of fucking Y/n was more than fleeting.
The pressure against her body was suffocating. It was fueling the fire that Grimmjow had ignited. The world spun on its axis as they stared at one another. They were trying to solve the puzzle of one another. Not only that, they were trying to decipher what this would mean. Once they have sex, will that change who they are to each other? Would this be a one time thing? Grimmjow secretly hoped this was just the beginning. And Y/n, well she thought the same.
Stepping through the Garganta, Y/n grew anxious with every step they took. Calling Grimmjow's home a lair was far too fitting. Though, the home was rather spacious and filled with surprisingly expensive things. This wasn't the first time Y/n had been to his home. This was the first time she was keenly aware of his belongings.
The rug was soft beneath her bare feet. Her eyes scanned the plush looking couch and wondered if Grimmjow enjoyed soft things. Looking back on the time she's known him, he's always rubbing against fabric of some kind. He is a cat, after all.
"Are you sure about this, kitten?" Grimmjow sounded as though he was teasing. When in fact, he was rather serious about the matter.
Y/n turned her head to focus on Grimmjow. She watched as he tossed his jacket to the floor. Had she ever been in his bedroom? The thought made her chest tighten as her heart raced in anticipation. Possibly a bit of anxiety.
"You don't scare me, Grimmy," She smirked at him before pulling her shirt over her head.
Something between a snort and a growl left Grimmjow as he closed the distance between them. He was so much taller than her and she never thought about until now. He would have to lean down a bit, but his chin could easily rest on the top of her head. This only made her even more excited as she thought about the power he would have over her. She loved the thought of him controlling her. Toying with her. But deep down, she knew that Grimmjow would protect her. He wasn't a man of words. Grimmjow was a man of action.
If Y/n had wanted to continue taunting Grimmjow, it was pointless. In one swift motion, Grimmjow shredded the remainder of her clothes. As Y/n gasped, he yanked her closer by the nape of her neck.
"Looks like I hurt my kitten," Grimmjow mused as he noticed the small scratch against the top of Y/n's breast. "Let me clean it for you, pet."
Y/n sucked in a breath when his tongue traced the blood on her flesh. Grimmjow hummed happily as he continued lapping at her wound. She stood as still as possible while her eyes fluttered close at the feeling of him touching and caressing her with his hand and mouth. He was torturing her. The laps against her skin were slow and languid. He didn't seem eager to make this torture end either.
When his teeth grazed against the scratch, Y/n shuddered. Grimmjow inhaled deeply as Y/n's scent grew even heavier. She was eager, willing and all too ready for him. He wondered how long she'd been thinking of him as she fingered herself in her bed. Had she dreamt of him fucking her and woken with damp panties? Had he been oblivious to her desires? The thought made him furious. Grimmjow let his fangs pierce Y/n's flesh in an attempt at calming himself.
"GRIMM!" Y/n's scream was laced with lust as her hands flew to him. She gripped the back of his neck while her other hand was clinging to his forearm.
Blood lust satisfied, Grimmjow pulled away to begin lapping at the already bruising bite mark. "Sorry, kitten," he chuckled, "I have to taste all of you."
Those words made Y/n rub her thighs together. The aroma of her juices made Grimmjow growl deeply. Standing upright, he looked into her eyes. Both their gazes were heavy with a need that only they could satisfy. There was more between these two than either had expected. Setting aside the thought for now, Grimmjow stepped away.
Turning, he pointed to the bed, "I hope you're ready, pet." Y/n moved to crawl onto the blue velvet blanket. "I'm not going to hold back."
Only Grimmjow would have chains in his lair. Y/n shouldn't have been surprised at all. Was she truly going to let him tie her up with them? A strip of leather was tossed to the bed beside the two bundles of chains. The chains didn't look too heavy, but again, the thought of being tied down for him to worship and torture her was too alluring.
"I don't want you to," were the words Y/n offered as Grimmjow finally turned around.
If Grimmjow had a heart, it would've stopped. Y/n had spread her legs wide for him. Her hair was a mess from his grip earlier. Hands lay innocently beside her head as she gazed at him. She was waiting for him. There was no hesitation in her need to have him. Warmth filled Grimmjow at the knowledge. Of course, Grimmjow has had plenty of lovers. But Y/n, she CHOSE this. There was something different about this moment. About this woman.
Standing at the foot of the bed, Grimmjow mulled over what he wanted to do to her. "Do you want a safe word?"
Kind of surprised, Y/n grinned devilishly, "Ichigo."
"You little brat," Grimmjow gripped one of her ankles, "I'm going to enjoy fucking some sense into you. Teach you who's in control."
Yanking her leg, Grimmjow began to wrap one of the chains around her leg. Y/n hissed at the cold metal meeting her skin. He snaked the chain around her ankle before continuing up her leg. The last bit of metal was wrapped around the flesh of her thigh. Y/n hadn't noticed, but there was a hook at either end of the chain, allowing Grimmjow to lock the chain. With how tightly the chain was wound, it wasn't moving.
The action was repeated as Y/n watched Grimmjow's movements. The way his shoulders moved with each motion. His forearms as they flexed. His hands as they grazed her body. She could see the hunger in his eyes as he cut them upward.
"What's the leather for?" Y/n hesitated to ask as she saw him pick it up.
"Ask too many questions and I'll use it to gag you," his threat wasn't much of one, but Y/n decided to remain silent. "Close your eyes." Y/n followed his command. "Don't open them, kitten. Kitty is ready to play."
Y/n's mouth opened to comment about him calling himself kitty, but that didn't happen. Instead, there was a startled yelp that ended in a moan. The leather was tapped to Y/n's clit as Grimmjow pushed her legs open further. She was already seeping from her folds. Grimmjow increased the pressure with each strike to her bud.
The noises leaving her grew louder with each passing strike. The delicious feeling of the chains pressing into her added to the euphoria. Y/n swore she would orgasm if he didn't stop. There was a pause in his ministrations before Grimmjow pulled Y/n further down the bed. Her knees bent and feet dangled off the bed. When his hand wrapped around her throat, Y/n tilted her head back and gasped.
"Do you wanna cum, kitten?" Grimmjow asked as he used the leather to tease her throbbing clit.
"Y-yes," she managed to say as she rolled her hips.
"What was that?" Grimmjow gave a quick squeeze to her throat.
"Yes," she gasped.
Instead of tightening his grip on her throat, Grimmjow slapped the leather against her breasts, "I think you're forgetting something, kid."
Y/n hated the sounds she was making as she mewled with every touch from him. "P-please." Another harsh strike. "P-p-lease, Grimm!"
Feeling the weight shift around her, Y/n guessed that Grimmjow was bending forward. She wasn't sure what to expect and she tensed. One hand still at her throat, Grimmjow settled the other on her hip, pinning her to the plush bed. Startled, and sensitive, Y/n let out a soft scream when Grimmjow's tongue ran over her clit. Next he lapped at her slit before flicking her bud. She tried with all her might to buck against his mouth with ever lick he gave. It was futile.
"Stay still, kitten," another lap, "or I'll tie you down to the bed."
Those words made Y/n writhe under Grimmjow, eliciting a growl from the Espada. Moving from the foot of the bed, he walked to the side of it. Taking hold of a cuff, he reached for Y/n's hand. Slipping it on, he kissed the inside of her wrist before tightening the restraint. He offered the same treatment to her ankles and other wrist. Her feet were now planted on the floor, leaving her exposed to Grimmjow and whatever wonderful things he hand planned for her.
Standing before the beauty that lay before him, Grimmjow was stunned. Could she be any more perfect? She gave the man a headache every day he saw her. Her mouth made him want to teach her a lesson. Her body was amazing to watch as she trained. Getting to see her like this, on display, ready, willing and needy for him- he thought he might be going crazy.
In the same position as before, Grimmjow wasted no time in suckling her clit. Y/n tried to wiggle her hips in a feeble attempt to have control over the pressure. With the build up, Y/n was creeping closer and closer to the edge. Grimmjow was eager to taste the mana that flowed from Y/n as she reached her first high.
"Gr-imm!" Y/n continued to wriggle as Grimmjow refused to pull away.
In through, he wanted her to experience him as no other woman had. He wanted her to feel as though she's never had sex before. That this was how sex should feel. Y/n trembled as the overstimulation grew. Tears prickled and she wanted to blink them away, but feared that Grimmjow would be upset with her.
Languidly, Grimmjow moved to Y/n's dripping slit. He was slightly disappointed to see that he had allowed some to slide onto the blanket. He wanted to drink all of her in. His tongue was softer, kinder, as he lapped at her juice. Y/n's chest heaved with pants as she came down from the peak of the rollercoaster Grimmjow had sent her on.
"You okay, kitten?" His tone conveyed genuine concern as he pulled away.
Oh, how beautiful she was. Her chest was splotched red from the fire that danced inside of her veins. She had tugged a bit at her restraints, causing red marks to form. Those beautiful eyes were still shut as she continued to breathe heavily.
"Yes," She admitted breathlessly.
Sharp nails traced the chains that bound her, "Wanna tell me what the problem was now?"
"No," this time her admission sounded broken.
Kneading the flesh of her hips, Grimmjow told Y/n, "I won't let you cum again until you tell me, pet."
Chewing at her lip, Y/n thought of what to say. On one hand, she didn't want to tell Grimmjow what had happened while she was out with old friends. Then again, she didn't want Grimmjow to edge her either.
"I don't want to tell you," she whispered.
Sighing, Grimmjow crawled onto the bed, hovering over Y/n, "Why not?" He was frustrated with her now.
After feeling his breath fan across her face, Y/n turned her head away, "You'll think I'm weak. You won't care anyway."
That stung. It stung way more than Grimmjow had wanted it to.
"Quit being a brat," he yanked on her hair to bring her face back to his. "Open your eyes and tell me what that piece of shit Soul Reaper did."
Blinking, Y/n nearly gasped at the male above her. His hair was a chaotic mess of blue. The bone fragment was tightly clenched, signaling that his entire jaw was as well. His eyes. His eyes were heavy, laden with lust, fury and something else.
"Renji didn't do anything," she spoke softly. When Grimmjow growled lowly, she sighed. "He didn't." She repeated. "I- I was jealous. Seeing them together. Knowing I can never go back. Renji and I used to- I'm lonely."
Unable to take the broken look in her eyes, Grimmjow kissed her deeply. The action caught Y/n off guard. As Grimmjow continued to ravage Y/n's mouth, he used his free hand to yank the cuffs from her wrists. Y/n didn't fight the urge to reach for him. She was desperate for him. The look in his eyes possessed her. She never wanted him to leave her side. Hell, she never wanted him to leave her bed.
When Grimmjow gave into the temptation finally, he knew he'd be a changed... man? Espada? Whatever the word should be, Y/n had changed him. This was where he belonged. The red string of fate tied them together and there was no breaking it. No matter what or who attempted to pull them apart, Grimmjow vowed at that moment to slaughter them.
Y/n moaned heavily into their kiss as Grimmjow pushed into her. He was gentle as he eased himself into her cunt. Y/n squeezed her eyes closed at the tinge of pain that prickled her senses. Grimmjow's girth was not something Y/n had anticipated. When Grimmjow began to move, Y/n whimpered softly.
"Don't worry, kitten," Grimmjow murmured into her lips, "you won't be lonely anymore."
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break you out of your shell
basketball player!grimmjow jaegerjaquez x shy!fem. reader
word count: 1.3k
warnings: locker room sex, public sex, unprotected sex, sweat (post-game grimmjow), creampie, biting, grimmjow is insanely strong and has too much stamina for his own good,
a/n: this is for my what happens after class event! thank you @pulchritxde for requesting this!
He always kept his eye on you during class. Always so focused and so quiet. Always turning away and going quiet whenever a guy approached you, acting all coy but completely changing when it was with others. He wanted to learn more about you, he wanted to see you more and the longer you held this shy act the more curious he got. Soon the curiosity turned into a deep lust. He wanted to get his hands on you as soon as possible so when he saw you in the bleachers during his game he knew he had to make his move.
Even during the game his eyes were on you, flashing you a devilishly handsome smirk and a devious wink whenever he drained the ball in the net, watching how you shifted in your seat every single time you two made eye contact. He was eating up every single second of it and to put the cherry on top he mouthed “for you” when he scored the half court buzzer beater to win the game. Your friends squealed and tried to gauge your reaction but you were just frozen in your seat.
Just as everyone was clearing out he jogged over to you and grabbed your hand, “hey stay behind after this, I need to talk to you about something for class.” You just nodded, trying to process everything as he ran back to celebrate with his team. Your friends questioned you to try to figure out what he needed to know from you but you were just clueless. “I have no clue, our professor didn’t really assign anything and the lesson today wasn’t really that important.” Upon hearing that, the two pervs you call your closest friends and roommates perked up. “Maybe he’s gonna take you out for some post-win celebration.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head, there’s no way that was the reason he wanted you to stay behind.
Still you couldn’t help but feel excited, that small sliver of hope that he actually did want you to stay behind so he could celebrate the win in his own special way. After a few minutes of talking with your friends you heard footsteps and looked over to see the mess of blue hair, still damp and slicked to his forehead from sweat.
“Sorry if I made you wait too long but if you’re ready can you come with me?” He smiled at your friends for a small second then turned his attention back to you, sticking his large hand out for you.
“It’s okay, I’ll meet you guys at home.” You placed your hand in his and followed behind him as he took you to the locker room.
“I’m sorry this isn’t the best place to talk but all the guys are gone and I can’t wait any longer.” He pulled you over to one of the sections of lockers and leaned in close once your back was against the cold metal. You lifted your head slightly to meet his eyes and a chill ran down your spine. “I need you really bad, I need to feel you, I need to touch you, I need you. I know this is sudden but fuck I can’t get you out of my head. I just need a taste and my hunger for you will be satiated.” His hand moved up your side and began to trace the underside of your breasts through your shirt. Your breath hitched in your throat and he leaned in close until your lips were centimeters apart.
“Grimmjow.” Your voice was barely above a whisper and your heart was pounding against your chest and your head was spinning. You could smell the faint hints of his cologne mixed with the slight musk from his sweat.
“Just a taste.” He leaned in closer and placed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. You instinctively kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close as the kiss deepened. He held you close and his hands wandered to your ass, squeezing the flesh and spanking you through your pants. As you yelped against his lips he took advantage to let his tongue wander the expanse of your mouth. He broke the kiss and moved back until he was seated on one of the benches and he pulled you close.
“That wasn’t enough, I need more. Will you let me have a better taste?” He dropped one of his hands to palm himself over his shorts and he looked up at you, he wouldn’t move further without your permission, no matter how bad he wanted you.
You watched his hand palm his cock and you met his gaze. “Please Grimmjow.” You quickly unbuttoned your pants and shimmied them down your legs along with your panties. Once they were down by your ankles he pulled you on top of him so you could straddle him and he pulled his cock out, it was long and girthy and above it was a neatly trimmed patch of blue attached to his happy trail. He quickly maneuvered you so your entrance was right above the tip of his cock and he slammed you down, forcing your walls to accommodate his length quickly.
“Fuck! Oh fuck!” You gripped his shoulders tightly and buried your face in the crook of his neck while he bounces you on his cock like you were just a fleshlight. His cock curved perfectly so it could hit your sweet spot repeatedly as he bottomed out inside you. His borderline animalistic groans and grunts hit your ear each time your ass bounced against his thighs.
“Perfect fucking cunt, so fucking tight. Bet it tastes like candy too.” His words went straight to your pussy, making you clench around him tighter and tighter which only made him continue. His gravelly voice was right at your ear as he spoke. Each time he bottomed out inside you it sent nothing but pure pleasure throughout your body. Honestly it was embarrassing how quick you teetered over the edge but before you knew it your body was trembling in his hold as orgasmed.
“Cumming! I’m cumming Grimmjow, don't stop!” He chuckled and continued to bounce you on his cock, “I wasn’t planning to stop until you were nice and full with my cum.” You tightened around his cock again at his words and the small whimper you let out was almost enough for him cum deep inside you. “Beg for my cum baby, beg nice and pretty and I’ll fill this needy cunt.”
He slowed his movements a bit, he didn’t want to finish until you said what he so desperately needed to hear. “Please fill me up Grimmjow, I need your cum inside my pussy. I need it so bad please stuff me full of your cum please!” He picked up the pace and with the way that he was bouncing you now, you would’ve never thought he just played a full game of basketball. This inhuman strength and stamina he had made your toes curl and made your pussy gush around his cock for the second time that night. He continued bouncing you on his cock, his hips stuttering as they moved up on their own to chase his orgasm and after a few messy thrusts he held you close and bit down on your shoulder as spurts of hot cum flooded your insides.
You rocked your hips against his to milk his cock of his cum and you slowly lifted your head from his neck so you could smash your lips against his. He kissed you back and gripped your ass tightly and once the kiss broke he smirked at the fucked out look on your face.
“I knew your little shyness was an act but now I just need to make you regret acting like that with me” he leaned by your ear and gently bit down on your earlobe. “All. Night. Long. You should call your roommates and tell them you found somewhere else to crash tonight and you’ll see them tomorrow, well that is if you can walk.”
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