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Sweat	By : DiamondGirl0318 Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 1514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Wake up.” I sat on top of Grimmjow waiting for him to wake up and focus his eyes.
“Wha…?” he mumbled. I shifted in my perch on his abdomen and tilted my head, taking a mental picture of the arrancar wiping sleep away below me. “Why are you sitting on me?” he benevolently growled.
I slid off of him and sprawled on my stomach next to him. “If I recall correctly…you did the same thing last night.”
I smirked back at him and propped my head up in my hand. I lightly traced his muscles with my fingers, tickling around his hollow hole (He really likes that). I could faintly hear him purring as he shifted, encouraging me to go lower. “I wasn’t sittin’ on ya.”
He pulled my body flush against his, making sure I felt every part of him. My hand crept across his broad shoulders to explore his back, while the other one continued to support the weight for my upper body as I met his eyes. “So what was that then?” I whispered, leaning in close to his ear.
My left hand found its way from his shoulder, down his side. His gentle purrs returned. I stopped at his waist, where the sheets began. Grimmjow frowned with disappointment, his own hand pressing against my back harder, pulling me in closer to make sure I understood what he wanted. “What are ya gettin’ at?” he smirked with pseudo-amusement. His hand moved from my back and disappeared under the sheets. I figured Grimmjow hadn’t bothered getting dressed, so it was no secret what his next intentions were. His other hand slipped around me and buried itself in my hair. “I’m just curious to see how you define it”
He pulled me in, dangerously close for a kiss, but then, deterred to my ear. “I call it…” he paused, running his mouth along the side of my face, “F…”
He continued to my neck, “U…” I got goose-bumps as he continued lower, lightly licking my mask fragments, “C…”
“King.” I cut him off.
“Hm?” he answered, looking up at me, as I watched his hand motions slow under the sheets. I looked towards the open door to our room, the white of Los Noches contrasting the darkness of the perpetual night. No shadows. No one’s coming. “…Is that what you’re worried about?” he asked.
He let go of me and rolled onto his back, with his arms behind his head. The thin sheets failed at hiding any part of his anatomy. I carefully slid out of the bed and crept toward to door. The others aren’t awake yet… maybe Aizen-sama won’t be in need of us for a while. “Oi, woman.” He sat up slightly, “Where are the brats?”
I quietly closed the door and locked it. Grimmjow seems to have a thing for open doors, and I’m pretty sure he rigged the lock so that it won’t work. He’s such a show off. “You mean those kids Aizen left with you?” I sighed , “They’re with Tia.”
“Ahh, she's good for something…” he grinned, “Babysitting just might be her calling.”
I smiled at the blue-haired man sitting on the bed and removed my gloves. “Yeah, for once she hasn’t been complaining much.”
Grimmjow migrated to the edge of the bed and patted his lap in an inviting gesture, to which I raised an eyebrow, “C’mon…” he said softly with a hint of impatience. I straddled his lap as his hands wrapped around the belt of my uniform. His mouth violently met mine as our tongues fought for superiority. I casually ran my hands along his firm torso, secretly marveling at how incredibly well sculpted he was. He tore away from my mouth and continued to kiss along my jaw line, his hands still lazily fumbling at my clothes. I followed his arm with mine as I pulled him closer to my neck. “…Do you need help?” I coaxed, briefly feeling his hand before advancing to undo my uniform.
Grimmjow grabbed my hand and placed it in his lap, “Yes.” He breathed as he found an opening in my uniform and proceeded to rip it.
I instinctively grabbed him, gently kissing him below the ear as he growled at me. He leaned back to lie on the bed, pulling me with him. A frustrated look crossed his face to see that my uniform was in shreds, but still very much on my body. “What the fuck, Woman?...” (You see, my uniform is made of very little material as it is, so in order to keep it on while I fight, I use a helpful little adhesive ^_^)
I smiled at him, while I squeezed a little harder. The death grip his hands had on my waist managed to get a little tighter, undoubtedly creating bruises. Rather satisfied with the amount of cursing spewing from him, I leaned in and claimed his mouth. “Don’t you remember?” I said between nibbles, “You have to make me sweat.”
He raised his eyebrow and threw one of his devilish smirks at me. Slowly thrusting in my hand he flipped me over so that he could properly dominate me. I arched my back as he pulled one of my legs around his waist. Grimmjow pulled my hand away from his member and held it in front of me. I marveled at the amount of precum that had accumulated. “Taste it.” He ordered.
I hesitantly drew my hand closer to my face, and pushed my tongue across my palm. Grimmjow immediately kissed me, clearly wanting to savor his own taste. “Salty-sweet. Ya like that baby?”
I’m definitely gonna get him for being so cliché, but my instincts told me to nod ‘yes’ and see what happens next. I felt Grimmjow start tugging on my bottoms, “At least these aren’t glued on.” He grinned triumphantly before yanking them off. The blue-haired Espada positioned himself at my entrance. I stared up at him in fear. “W-What’s wrong with you? You look like you’re about to be violently raped.”
“You’re really just gonna go for it? With no preparation whatsoever?” I held his forearm and frowned. Grimmjow looked down at his dry erection, wishing he hadn’t wasted the precum earlier. “Oh…I see.”
He stood back and pulled me abruptly off of the bed. He sat down as I landed with a thud. “Grimmjow!!” I screamed, rising to all fours. He didn’t seem to notice that I had taken such a tumble, he simply smirked and pointed toward his crotch, “Suck.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, sitting up. “Okay then, don’t—it’ll just hurt a helluva lot more.” He shrugged, spreading his legs a little wider. I won’t say I love Grimmjow’s little fucking games…but I won’t say I hate them either. I’m the 2nd Espada, dammit! Second only to my father! But, I’ll admit, sometimes the powerful ones want to be submissive. I crawled towards Grimmjow’s awaiting appendage and took it in my hand again. “That’s not gonna make anything go any smoother…” he commented, slyly running his tongue across the tip of his thumb. I looked up at him, and he nodded. I leaned over and slowly took him into my mouth.
“Mairen…” he moaned as I massaged him. His heavy breathing and silent sighs turned me on… I reached down and slowly stroked myself as my mouth memorized his taste. He buried his hand in my hair and pushed and pulled me in sync with his thrusts as I wrapped my tongue around his throbbing shaft. I felt a bit of liquid trickle out of the tip, I immediately removed him from my mouth. “What the fuck are ya doin’?” He growled in anger. I blinked at him while spreading the organic lubrication along his cock.
“I’m sorry. Were you trying to get off while I was completely neglected?” I asked sarcastically.
He growled again, “Get on your back.” He crawled toward me with malicious intent in his eyes.
“Umm, don't you wanna get back on the bed or—”
“On your fucking back!” he hissed and pushed me over. He scraped at my shoulder with his teeth and ran his hand along the tattoo on my left thigh. He suddenly wrapped both his arms around my legs and shoved himself inside me. My scream, caused by the initial searing pain, was muted by his mouth as he began thrusting into me. “G-Grimmjow!” I bit my lip as I threw my hands above my head, searching for something to brace myself on.
Grimmjow buried his face in the crook of my neck and continued his powerful motions. Damn, it felt so good… My toes curled as he lifted my leg above his shoulder and forced himself in deeper. Hitting that very spot that made me want to scream his name towards the heavens! “Oh…” I whimpered.
Grimmjow released his grip on my hips, and used one of his hands to hold mine above my head. His right hand, continued to try to tug my torn top off. I relaxed and acquiesced. I wasn’t gonna fight, it felt too good. No, I’m just gonna lay here and gently counter my mate’s pounding, so that I can focus on his thickness stretching me.
“You’re so tight…” He managed to pant. And he’s so big.
“Mm, you bastard…” I sighed, deciding to struggle to free my hands.
He kissed me again and licked my bottom lip, “Hmm? What is it, princess?” He smirked at the ironic nickname.
He was treating me like anything but a princess. “Let go.” I snarled, bucking against his waist. He grinned as he relinquished his control over my hands. I gasped as the blood rushed back into them, I reached up and wrapped my arms around his glistening neck. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead, along with an adorably flushed face.
“Aww, baby…you look like you’re ready to bust.” I grinned, while he still unconsciously pulled at my uniform ...which the glue was now starting to melt.
“Shut up, bitch.” He ran a hand through his hair. He suddenly pulled out and the feeling of emptiness rushed back to me like reality to someone waking up from an amazing dream.
But I know I’m not dreaming. I vaguely took note of him lifting me up and slinging me over the bed. I lay there, on my back as I absent mindedly reached for Grimmjow like a fucking baby reaches for its bottle. He stood in front of me, not giving in to my pleas. “Grimmjow, please!”
The bastard made me beg for him. His touch shocked me back to my senses as he pulled me to sit up, and he leaned down to look into my eye. I started forward to kiss him, “Turn over.” He ordered again.
I obeyed. God, I just want him fucking inside me again. He pulled me back so that I was leaning on the bed, then he ran his fingers along the opening he’d just violated. After sticking two fingers in for some time, he replaced them with a bigger, no less familiar, object. His hands placed firmly on my hips again, that blue-haired bastard began pulling me back onto his cock. He moved faster and faster until my temperature rose and I felt myself ready to scream like a boiling tea pot (thanks, Aizen…). Beads of sweat formed along my neck and trickled down my chest, on their way to the bed. Effectively bringing the shreds of my uniform with them. “Don’t stop…” I purred.
He put his hands on my shoulders for efficiently deeper penetration, I basked in the feeling of us combined in such a way until I felt my inner walls begin to convulse around his thick shaft making his thrusts became more erratic. I screamed into a pillow as he held me tightly dumping his hot load deep inside me. My ecstasy faded as I collapsed onto the soft surface below, “Grimmjow…” I whispered as he pulled out and fell next to me.
“Huh?” he sighed, as he kissed my forehead.
“You owe me a new top, asshole.”
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