You don’t like your thighs. No. You don’t like the way they move with the slightest step, the soft flesh shifting. You don’t like the way they rub together when you walk, the irritation turning into an unbearable burn.
But even if you don’t like them?
He does.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
To him, they’re simply…
Delicious.
And there’s no better word for them once you start feeling his hands.
A night far too quiet.
One of those rare nights with no trouble, no meetings, luck on your side, letting you share a room with…
A partner?
An ally?
A comrade?
Your lover?
You still couldn’t name it, neither of you could.
Or maybe you simply didn’t want to name it, when the signs were obvious. When he showed up in your room every single night with that cocky, sideways grin, already knowing he’d get what he wanted one way or another.
It wasn’t one night, not two, not even three. It was far too many to call it coincidence, turning into a routine without a name.
“Grimm—” His name slipped from your lips like an annoyed prayer “You’ve been giving those damn bites for long enough— ngh!” A sharp, breathless gasp got caught in your throat the moment one of his bites turned rougher.
“Don’t be stupid,” he growled, his lips brushing against your soft skin as he spoke. “You knew exactly what you were doing wearing those stupid little dresses to greet me—”
“Yeah, but the point is to actually have an orgasm at some point,” you snapped, arching your back slightly before dropping down with an annoyed sigh. “You’ve been buried there for thirty minutes without even touching me where I need it.”
Your thighs, the very ones you’d seriously thought about getting rid of once and for all, were completely marked, and not gently.
Some spots were already bright red, threatening to turn purple from his merciless sucking, they always ended with a…
Plop.
And that rough, satisfied chuckle vibrating right between your legs.
Bite marks.
Some already fading, others still vivid on the delicate skin of your inner thighs, two sharp fang marks left behind by a hungry animal. There weren’t just a few, there were too many.
And right in the middle of them, still ignored, your clit pulsated with every bite, every pull. Pulsing helplessly while that needy little spot clenched and sucked in response to his neglect.
Wet didn’t even begin to cover it.
“Funny how much you complain…” his voice rumbled in your ear as two of his fingers split your lips open, rough, careless.
Squish.
The obscene, raw sound of your slit parting filled the room, followed by a sharp, muffled whine slipping from your throat.
“Look at you,” he added with that rough little chuckle, his eyes far too focused on the way his fingers pulled away with a fat string of wetness still connecting them to that pretty cunt. “You’re being such a brat while having such a messy, sticky pussy for me.”
His tongue cut through the string, breaking it as he leaned in closer, lips hovering over that glistening slit, now clenched shut, your swollen, exposed bundle of nerves red and throbbing.
“What do you want?” he warned “Use your words if you’re so tough.” His fingers, still shining with your wetness, slowly lifted.
Your dress was still on, yes, but it made no sense anymore, not when your stomach was exposed, along with one of your round breasts. His slick fingers stopped over that aching, erect nipple, circling it slowly, sliding easily with the help of your own juices.
Until two fingers pinched it.
A sharp moan tore from your lips, not just from pleasure, but from how overstimulated you were, your senses completely overwhelmed, useless against the slightest touch.
“Grimm!” His name spilled from your mouth, drowned in a moan.
“Talk,” he ordered, smiling.
“You’re—” The whimpers kept cutting you off, need overwhelming everything else “An a-asshole! Eat me out. Now!”
“What did you just call me?” His head lifted with that irritated, feline look, one brow raised.
But your patience snapped.
Your hands tangled mercilessly in his blue hair, forcing his face between your thighs, your legs pressing hard against his cheeks, smothering him in your need as you took control.
You felt it. His hunger was never gentle, never merciful, he wasn’t made that way.
The way his tongue collected your juices before his lips wrapped around that swollen mound, finally giving it the attention it deserved.
Slurp!
Your back arched completely toward him the moment his hands finally joined in. Both grabbed your thighs, digging into your skin like he wanted to tear them off and keep them for himself.
Your legs obeyed, because he knew exactly how to make them obey. Because he knew how to bend that feral side of you to his will.
And to him, those small movements, playing with your thighs, forcing them where he wanted them, feeling all that flesh under his hands…
It was everything.
One of your legs dropped almost straight down while one of his hands held the other, shifting it back behind your thigh and pushing it up toward your chest.
“Grimmjow!” His name burst out in shock at the brutality, only making it sweeter to him.
“Let’s give this little hole something to grip onto when you cum on my tongue,” he growled, the most delicious threat in existence.
His rough, long fingers sank into that needy little hole, two of them, moving in a way that made the most obscene sounds against your tight, slick walls, clenching around him like they depended on it to survive.
“So fuckin’ tight—” he snarled before sealing his mouth around your swollen clit “Always mine to stretch open — fuckin’ mine to split open.”
“Grimm—Grimm!” They weren’t even moans anymore, just the most pathetic, broken whimpers spilling from your lips.
Because no matter how hard you tried…
You had to give it to him.
He was the best pussy eater.
He didn’t need to order you. He just lifted his gaze with a grin while his tongue flicked fast, relentless licks against your clit, his fingers never stopping their deep thrusts into you.
Until his name echoed through the room.
Your body finally gave in to the overwhelming flood of sensation, your eyes threatening to close completely, fighting not to lose consciousness.
One of his hands released your thigh.
And instinct took over.
Your thighs snapped shut around his head as you rode a devastating, perfect orgasm, crushing his cheeks in the process as your hips shook uncontrollably, refusing to come down from the high.
A few seconds later…
Your legs finally parted, freeing his flushed, overheated face, hair a complete mess.
“Were you trying to kill me with your thighs?!” he gasped, breathing hard, brows furrowed.
“You’re such an idio—” you tried to protest between pants, snapping your thighs shut again just as he knelt back up in front of you.
“Let’s do it again — open up,” he ordered casually, motioning with one finger.
Thunk!
The night ended with only one orgasm.
Yours.
Because Grimmjow was now flat on his back on the floor, forehead throbbing from the hard kick you’d just landed.
(I'm sorry this is my main and I'm too lazy to at myself everytime)
Maybe he's feeling touch starved so he initiates the kisses despite being embarrassed 😭
★ needy! grimmjow jaegerjaquez
grimmjow never ever takes the first step to do anything at all. it ruins his pride dirty and stains it with embarrassment. you're always the one doing anything romantic with him, having to be the 'man' in the relationship. sure, men used to go to war and women used to cook and clean. however, you're utterly unsure if you're the husband here or the wife.
either way it shocks you almost everytime where the espada does need some form of love and affection. it could be when you're soso busy trying to finish the tasks that aizen or gin gives you that you forgot to pay attention to your boyfriend who you're convinced doesn't even need attention at this point. it's just a bit more of your tasks and you're done for the day.
however, grimmjow will not allow you to complete them. he graces you with his presence and acts all annoyed and bothered, doing most of the talking and attempting to bring the conversation to something romantic. but he terribly fails.
"grimmy, you know i have to finish up the tasks lord aizen gave me, right?"
"tch. so what? can't you at least look at me for a minute and hear me out?"
your attention on the work came to a halt almost immediately as you look at grimmjow, now fully focused on him. "is something the matter? are you sick? you're flushed."
"i-i'm not sick, you dumb girl!"
gets even more red that it confuses you so much he has to suck every pride he has just to walk up to you and quickly smash his lips onto yours. he's not good with words. if he does speak, they're all strings of profanities. he's more of an action speaks louder than words guy.
so when you realised his intentions, your mind forgot all about completing your work and you're now seated on his lap, allowing him to pamper you with millions of kisses all over despite his pride that breaks with every peck. his hands all over your body too, feeling and touching and tracing anywhere he could grasp.
grimmjow couldn't stop. he's way too addicted to you by now. besides the kisses, he mutters incoherent curses towards aizen who specifically gave you a pile of work to complete. he does not want you to be doing random tasks all day. grimmjow sometimes wants to be spoiled rotten too. especially on days where he craves for your touch.
hii good morning, afternoon or evening to uuu!! hruu? I hope your doing good
I have a request for the beloved blue haired panther, Grimmjow. I really like the concept of 'one bed trope' with him. He's also like really into breeding kink, knotting, cockwarming and a bunch more lol and he'll 100% bites and claws on reader when he cums inside reader. He also whimpers IYKWIM 🤫
that's all for my request hehe I js gotta let ts all out tbh 💔💔 I also loveeeeee your grimmjow page 🙈
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ꗃ Warning: Smut. Mature/Explicit content, +18 only. Grimmjow is an asshole, one-bed trope, no prior relationship, spit as lube, hand job, panty sniffing, oral sex received, vaginal sex/penetration, knotting, creampie, excessive cumming, scratching and clawing, clit stimulation, breeding kink, cock warming, dirty talking, bickering and banters because that’s how it goes with Grimmjow. Grimmjow called a good boy.
ꗃ a/n: thanks for the request! I couldn’t get all your kinks in but I did most of them! Hope you enjoy! 😊 don’t mind the shitty title. It seemed appropriate.
ꗃ Tag: Because ya won't stop talking about Grimmjow : @kryptoniteforsale @whatshernameis
You are a brand spanking new substitute soul reaper in training. A virgin Soul Reaper they called it. And guess who took the liberty to train your virgin Soul?
This is part of the training. He explained while concealing his obvious grin behind a tattered old fan.
You are fed up with hearing the same thing over and over again. It was turning into the wax-on, wax-off crash course of Substitute Soul Reaper Training 101. And your patience was wearing thin. Kisuke Urahara wasn't exactly the type to take his time and explain the goal of a particular exercise. He spoke in riddles and the sarcastic sadistic perverted man rejoiced in your failure and misery. And as time went on, these ‘exercises’ became more and more questionable and ridiculous.
“A trip in the woods? Oh goodie. How the hell is that going to build my strength?
“It builds character”, he explained in a matter-of-factly kind of way.
“Character my butt”. You were aware of his sadistic nature and how he loves watching you struggle and probably jerks off to it somewhere. You won't be surprised if this pervert had some cameras installed in the cabin he rented for you.
“I do recommend an umbrella. It’s going to be a rainy few nights”. Kisuke explained as you set out on this so-called training exercise. You look upwards and notice the clear skies. Not a trace of clouds. And you would be sleeping in a cabin so why did the rain even matter? Was it all metaphoric for something else?
“Oh and one more thing I forgot to mention. Small detail”, he stopped you before you got into your small car. He lowered his fan so you would notice the serious look on his face. This man could switch masks quicker than a breath.
You pause mid-way from settling into the driver's seat of your car. Usually his ‘small details’ are the more important hints so you prepare yourself to listen intently.
He noticed the enthusiasm on your face and you swear you saw the side of his lip twitch. His rotten brain was unable to control the urge to seize the opportunity and play on your emotional distress. He quickly covered his face with the fan again and turned around to leave. “On second thought, you'll find out once you get there. Just keep your nose to the ground, if you know what I mean”. And he walked away, leaving you on the edge.
Bastard.
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It ended up taking all day to get to your destination. A desolate place with nothing but trees and overgrown moss and a choppy phone reception. There was a single wooden cabin surrounded by the forest and lush greenery. The cabin looked new considering how it was untouched by moss and vines that bloomed around it. You just hoped there was running water.
You drove up to the cabin, the small car bumping around over the uneven terrain. You park your car and step out of the vehicle only to have your foot give out from underneath and you tripped backwards into a muddy puddle.
You curse under your breath and grab onto the car door to pull yourself up. You heard a belly-deep laughter fill the air.
“Can't even walk straight and they expect you to survive the ‘wild’”, echoed a familiar voice from above.
Your head quickly extended upwards in the direction of the voice. You squinted your eyes and noticed an annoying blue-haired Espada perched up on the rooftop with one knee bent and the other dangling from the edge.
“What the hell do you want Grimmjow?”, you shout at him. You’ve bumped into him a few times in the past while hanging out with Kisuke and Ichigo. He wasn’t exactly pleasant to be around and had serious anger issues.
“Don't need to yell. I can hear ya fine dumbass”, he replied while dramatically scratching and flicking the inside of his one ear, expressing his mild irritation.
“Ah, shit. Don’t tell me YOU are my next training. I have to fight you?”, you asked. Not exactly fair to be put up against an Espada when you can barely fight a normal low-grade hollow.
“Fight me? You wish. I’m here to train your weak ass”, he explained while giving you a bored look. He wasn't exactly thrilled about babysitting a human.
You just roll your eyes and proceed to grab your bags from the trunk of the car. You didn't care for the guy because you didn't know the guy. Your past interactions were very limited so it was understandable that you were hesitant.
“Why did you even volunteer to do this? You don't seem the hand-holding type”. You are now dragging your mud-covered butt and belongings toward the small cabin, carefully watching your footing to avoid further embarrassment considering how you haven't recovered from the previous incident.
“Tch…none of your business”, he sounded annoyed. You can tell he rather be somewhere else.
You just assume Kisuke made him do this because he had been free-loading long enough.
The truth was, Grimmjow was bored back in Hueco Mundo and would constantly come to the world of the living to harass Ichigo for a fight. Ichigo agreed to have that said battle of the century once he completed this one favor for Kisuke. And that was to train the new substitute soul reaper so Ichigo could retire and focus on being a dad. Grimmjow wasn't so eager at first but how hard could it be to teach someone the basics of fighting?
Well, Grimmjow would come to learn that it takes a lot of patience and empathy. And he ain't a fan of either.
A few hours into the training you accomplished absolutely nothing. Grimmjow would just yell at you for every mistake or burst out laughing every time you fell back on your ass because he didn't hold back when he lunged forward. You honestly didn't learn much besides the fact that Grimmjow was the king of assholes.
It was getting dark and visibility became an issue. You scratched your face a few times hitting loose branches and you swear you felt his claws graze you more than once. It was hard to tell. For your sanity and safety, you made the decision to call it quits for the day and head back inside.
As you stepped into the small cabin, you felt him walk past you and openly invite himself in. You raise an eyebrow, concerned and confused. It was a small cabin with an open-concept design. No way you were expected to share the cabin with this asshole.
He noticed the distraught look on your face and he just gave you a grin. “Listen up princess. I got here before you. If anything, you are the one stepping into MY territory”, he suddenly declared, becoming rather territorial and defensive.
You glanced at the small bed pushed to the corner of the room. It was a double bed but you were absolutely not in a million years sharing a bed with this jerk.
The same jerk who pushes you aside to get ahead and plop onto the mattress, leaving you standing in dismay.
“Are you kidding me? Where the hell do I sleep?”, you ask, trying to tame your anger. Can't stoop to his level.
“Not my problem”, he shrugged and turned to his side, his back against you.
You scan the small cabin, looking for something you could lay on for the night. Even the damn couch was a small one-seater. It was becoming apparent that this WAS part of your training.
Your body was sore and you could use a quick shower to wash off the stench of failure and misery. You get into the small bath and take your quick shower, your eyes fixated on the sliding bathroom door that has no locks. You change into your evening clothes and step back out into the open space. Damn, the cabin could use more walls.
For a few minutes, you just stood in the middle of the room, staring intensely at the man who appeared to have fallen asleep. You couldn't sleep on the cold hard wooden floors. But that small little space on the edge of the bed seemed enticing enough.
You decide to be the mature one and slowly crawl yourself into bed next to him with your own back against his. His back was a solid wall of warmth that you could feel with your body's barely touching. You take a deep breath, close your heavy eyelids and allow for the warmth to wrap you up like a blanket. His breath was barely audible but it was there. Your own heart started beating like a drum in your ribcage. Damn! You try to remind yourself that this was the same asshole who tried to slice your face off during training with no hesitation. He was NOT an attractive man whatsoever. Nope!
Not that sexy blue hair, that perfectly sculpted body and that shitty pussy-eating grin! Fuck! His grin will be haunting your wet dreams, that much is for certain. You squeeze your thighs together to fizzle out that heated sensation before it spreads out.
“Fuck! Your damn heart is so loud. Tell it to shut up!”, he suddenly said, which made you flinch. He was awake?
You quickly place your hand on your chest, almost like soothing a child to settle down. But it wouldn't settle down. And you know what else wouldn't settle down? Your spontaneous and uninvited arousal. Your entire body felt like it was on fire. Now you are extra fidgety and squirmy.
“Hey, fuck off somewhere else if ya gonna be loud!”, he growled again but didn't move a muscle. At least he ain't kicking you off the bed.
You bite your lower lip and try to think of something else. Something you hate about him. His short temper. His destructive attitude. His impulsiveness. His possessiveness. His feral nature. Fuck! As you lay down quietly and mentally list all those undesirable qualities, you just realize it's what made him more attractive. Your damp panties were now creating an itch.
Your eyes shot open when you heard some shuffling next to you. You turn your head and find him sitting up and staring at you point-blank.
“What?”, you ask, hoping he would just get fed up and leave, granting you the entire bed.
“Fuck, you horny?”
“No!” You don't shout, you cry in denial and frustration.
“I can smell your damn arousal”. Ah yes, this feral beast can probably smell a leaking pussy a mile away.
Your face is slowly changing colors, turning pink to red right before his eyes. Your eyes meet for a second and his gaze suddenly softens.
“Ah, shit. Now ya got me all worked up”, he sighed, his soft attitude a little alarming and unexpected.
Your gaze slowly travels down his body and lands on what appears to be a massive erection underneath his tight pants. You want to apologize. But that would be admitting that you were horny.
“What? Haven't seen a fuck'n erection before? Keep staring at it and it might double in size”, he joked bluntly.
You close your eyes and try to find that inner peace that will carry you through the night. First thing tomorrow morning you are leaving this place. You plop back down on your side and try to ignore the fact that you were wet, clit throbbing madly, and the man behind you was hard under his pants.
Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.
You suddenly felt something happy and hard poke your rear end.
“What are you doing??” you asked, panicked and flustered.
“Shut up. I can't control it”, was his excuse. Suddenly the small gap between you two was gone and his hard body was pressed up against your back. You could feel his cock twitching and dancing, almost crying to be set free. “Why ya gotta smell so good?”, he whispered in your ears while fighting back the instinctive urge to just ravage you. He noticed the blush spreading to your ears.
“Do you need some help?”, you bravely offer. Might as well considering how you two were in this unusual situation.
“You sure you won't regret it later?”, he asked, not denying the offer but you didn't expect him to ask either. Where was that impulsivity?
You nod a firm no. What's the worst that could happen? You jerk him off and maybe it leads to some one-time hot sex. Maybe getting laid would do you some good and clear your mind.
Heh.
His pants and underwear came right off as soon as you sat up. You stare at the massive length that he so proudly flexed and it sure grew an inch just from staring.
You reach for the base of his thick cock and begin stroking it masterfully.
“Wow! You touched dicks before”, he commented, which was a failed attempt at a compliment.
“Shut up!” you snapped at him. You felt the dry friction created by your palms against his veiny surface. “Dry as hell”.
“So…spit on it”, he was quick to suggest. Shameless.
You look up at him and shake your head in disbelief, mostly because you were doing exactly what he suggested. You gathered up a mouthful and that was enough to make the glide a little more smooth and tolerable.
He reclined back, savouring the moment. He couldn't remember exactly when he had a woman because it didn't take long for him to leak some precum, adding to the shine and lustre.
“Take off your pants”, he ordered.
“What!?”
“Take off your damn pants woman. I can smell you dripping and I can't relax knowing that”.
You bite your lower lip in hesitation but realize you were making it awkward by stalling. So you finally wiggle your pants off, revealing your white damp panties. He quickly covered his nose with his elbow, his eyes almost rotating to the back of his skull.
“Fuck it stinks good. Too good”, came his muffled voice in his elbow.
“Hey! Would you just shut up if you don't even know how to flatter a girl!” Your grip on his cock tightens which has him growling in a mixture of bliss and discomfort.
“Fuck, ease up won't ya. Are you in heat?” His blue eyes are starting to dilate, slowly giving in to his innate desire to breed.
“I suppose I'm ovulating”, you reply back without much thought or what it might do to his animalistic tendencies.
But a switch did flip on. Because his fingers were now crawling toward your panties and rubbing against the damp spot that was slowly spreading. He could feel the texture of your pussy lips behind that thin sheet of fabric and the more he rubbed the stronger the sweet alluring scent grew.
Electric shocks jolt your body as he touches you for the first time. One hand loosely chokes his cock, and your other hand drops to the side as you clench onto the bed sheets.
You watch him retreat his hand after his initial inspection and he boldly licks his finger. “Fuck that taste good”. He looks at you like a famished beast, waiting for a response.
Your body is burning up and you have no idea what to even do or say at this point. This asshole was too sexy when he was aroused. “Freak”, you mumbled and continued to pump his cock, hoping he would take the lead.
But he didn't. He just sat there, watching you jerk him off, noticing how your entire body danced with each stroke. You try so hard to avoid eye contact but you have to take a peek and witness that aroused look on his face again.
He just had a cocky smirk on his face when you did steal another glance and it just had you flustered. “What are you gawking at?”.
“Too stubborn to ask me to return the favour?” He knew you were hot and bothered but your pride was just as stiff as his.
You quickly let go of his cock and proceed to get up and walk away. You couldn't deal with this asshole when you were so embarrassed and horny to even think straight.
You felt a tight grip on your wrist and he pulled you down flat on your back. He got on top, straddled your hips and pinned both your arms over your head.
“Take this as part of your training. Tell me…what do you want?” he tried again, his hard length resting on your exposed belly as your shirt was slightly lifted up.
“Grimmjow, like fuck off! I ain't begging like a slut in heat”.
“But you are in heat. And it's fuck'n drivin’ me nuts. Literally nuts”, he explained while dragging his heavy balls up your belly.
“Why don't you beg for me! Why do you expect a woman to be the one begging when you are clearly in a rut?”
“You're to blame!” he ranted.
“Grimmjow! You crossed the line here!” you shout, your voice a little raspy and croaked. You try to struggle and squirm but he has a tight grasp on you.
“Sorry! Fuck, I can't think straight”, he apologized. HE APOLOGIZED! Whether the said apology was authentic or not was questionable but what unfolded next had completely dissolved your anger in a heartbeat.
His lips came crashing down against yours and you stopped struggling against him. The intensity of the kiss surprised you. It was rough but passionate. There was hunger but also sincerity. His impatient lips didn't stay shut for long and soon his tongue also joined the party in your mouth.
He let go of your wrists, his hands roaming across your body, preparing you for the most intimate moments soon to unravel. He hurriedly took off your shirt and everything underneath that was in the way. While maintaining lip contact, you pull his shirt up towards his chest and he pulls it off and tosses it to wherever.
The kissing is loud and wet. His fingers are creeping into the elastic of your panties, slowly crawling toward your heated wet sex. He feels your hard clitoris along the way, earning him a muffled moan from you as his fingers lightly skim past it to rest on your sheltered wet pussy lips. Your hips involuntary buckle into his touch, his own erection pressing hard into your thigh.
“Fuck…you are…dripping…good”, he commented between the kisses. He pulls away from your lips and drags your panties down your thighs and off your ankles. He scrunched up the wet fabric into a ball in his fist and gave it a sniff before kissing it and tossing it to the side.
Your heart hammers against your chest. Your body tingles from witnessing his actions. This asshole may not know how to say it but he sure knows how to show it. You were driving him insane.
His sharp claws were a nuisance as he couldn't finger you. But he had a tongue that worked just fine. And a fine job it did. He nestled down comfortably between your thighs, face buried into your folds and tongue lapping away hungrily as if he was digging for treasure.
You can't hold it any longer. Your legs wrap around his head and push him further in, begging to be tongued deeper. And in a matter of minutes, you are reduced to a panting mess, quaking beneath him like an animal in heat. Your hips lunge forward, pussy fluttering around his lips as he draws out the last of your inaugural orgasm of the night.
He wrestled his way out of your leg lock and pressed his fat mushroom tip up against your folds, dragging it up and down to gather some of the messy fluids. His hands rest on your hips to pin you down as he slowly opens you up, his cock pushing through your wet walls with very little resistance. He was a nice fit. For now.
“Look at that. Your pussy was made for my cock”, he joked once he penetrated all the way through. Your walls were quivering around his length, massaging it along the way.
The flow of his thrusts was rhythmic, aimed with perfection and instinctive. The harder he rammed his hips into you, the louder you screamed in pleasure. And with each screaming moan, the ropes holding his inner restraints were slowly unwinding.
“Ah shit”, he felt funny. His dick was getting heavier and starting to drag inside you.
“Ugh~ how can you ugh~ keep growing”, you let out a strained moan.
“Fuck, I think I’m knottin’”, he revealed, his thrusts slowing down due to the increased resistance. There was so much your walls could expand and accommodate his transfigured size.
You want to squirm away from the freak but it was painful to even flex a muscle. He leaned forward and buried his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your skin. You felt the tip of his bulbous cock kiss your cervix as it inflated. His claws dig into plush hips, pinning you down further so you can’t escape while he breeds you. A gush of warmth filled your womb and he let out a whimper of a groan, the vibrations tickled the side of your neck. He continued to claw at your skin, raking his nails and scratching your hips and thighs as he tried to overcome a very intense and continuous orgasm.
“Grimm-ugh~jow!” You felt your belly ache but he was still locked inside you.
“Why won’t it go down!”, he groaned, his dick now beyond sensitive and still jammed and lodged deep inside you.
“You need to pull out! My belly hurts!” You yell. But he couldn’t even nudge without causing you physical pain.
His hand travelled from your new bruises on your thighs and up towards your belly where he rests the palm of his hand. “You mean here? Shit I came so much I might have knocked you up”. He pressed down hard onto your stomach, feeling his own hard cock bulging on the other side.
Your eyelids snapped upwards, revealing just the whites of your eyes. A mixture of pain and pleasure had robbed you of your sobriety. His creamy fertile cum came gushing out like a wave from the sides of his shaft and squirted out of your stretched-out stuffed-up hole.
“There ya go. Made some more room in there”, he grinned, his grip on you tightened. Cum leaked down your thighs and onto the only bedsheets that were provided for this journey.
Arms wrapped protectively around your waist, he shuffled and maneuvered himself into a sitting position and pulled you onto his lap. You clamped down direly onto his cock, expecting his sudden movements to hurt but it was surprisingly a smooth transition.
“What now?” You asked, unsure how long he would be uncomfortably locked into you.
He just shrugged his shoulders. “If I knew that I would already be pounding into you for another round”.
You just let out a sigh of exhaustion and rest your head on his shoulder.
And you waited.
And waited.
And waited.
“Can’t you just cum already?”, you asked impatiently.
“You want me to shred your pussy?” He would even do it if you weren’t a human.
“No….but we can’t stay like this for hours?” You admitted.
“I ain’t complaining!”
“Grimmjow!”
“Tch….than talk dirty or something.”
“What?”
“You got porn?”
You nod your head a ‘no’. There was no phone reception to even make a phone call let alone stream some porn.
“So talk dirty. Say something hot”.
“I am not talking like a slut”, you refused and just slumped back down onto his shoulder.
“Well hope you don’t mind sleeping with my dick up there”, he joked.
With your hot sweaty bodies flushed together, you grabbed his hand and placed it in front of your pelvis where you were connected for an unknown amount of time. He raised his eyebrows to question you but once he felt your swollen clit, he grinned and began to roughly rub the swollen nub.
“Grimmjow...ugh”, you hiss, your body trying to retract back but it can’t.
He bit his lower lip to calm himself down from the excitement, his hand now tenderly making circles but now he was very light with his touch.
You place your hand on top to guide him. Clearly he hadn’t rubbed a lot of clits considering his feral nature to just fuck and breed. He followed your guidance and soon he had the right pressure and rhythm set up. Your insides would twitch and clench around his fat cock, making him groan from the stimulation.
“Please say something dirty”, he begged. It was taking longer than expected. 15 minutes had gone by since he began stimulating your clit but the gentle pussy flutters were just not doing it for him. And your orgasm wasn’t coming through from the anxiety.
You had to shove your dignity to the corner. You look him in the eyes, noticing his desperation tucked away by his ego.
“Come on Grimmjow. Cum for me”, you tried in a more monotone voice.
He just gave you a ‘really? You can do better’ look.
You bit your lower lip and leaned forward, whispering into his sensitive ears.
“Cum for me baby. Cum hard inside my pussy”, you cringe inwardly.
“That’s it babe. Keep going”, he encouraged, his cock twitching like mad inside you.
You reach down and under with one hand and begin to massage his heavy sac, squeezing it gently hoping that would speed things up.
“That’s it. Squeeze all that hot sticky cum inside me. Creampie me and ….breed me up”.
That did it! It triggered that switch again. He felt another wave hit him. And you picked up on that cue.
One hand still massaging your clit, and his other sharp claws were scraping along your delicate back as he arched his hips upwards, as if his cock had more places to go. Your own dull nails were digging into the flesh of his shoulders, your moans muffled into his neck while your body contracted reflexively to accept what came your way. “Fuck, cum for me Grimmjow. Let my pussy milk your cock dry. Be a good boy and get mama pregnant”.
He pumped you full of his rich thick seed, the sheer volume unable to be contained within the finite space that was your womb. This round lasted longer than the previous, your inside walls squeezing around him and overstimulating the sensitive tip. His head fell back onto your shoulder and he whimpered in pleasure until he emptied his balls.
There was a moment of silence. Just the heavy breathing and an occasional groan from Grimmjow as his cock began to soften and shrink inside you.
“Good boy? Mama?”, he chuckled once he regained his bearings.
“Shut up! It just came out in the heat of the moment!”, you snapped and pulled your head away from his shoulder.
His hand came forward to cup your chin and a fierce kiss landed your way. His lips pressed against yours, a hint of affection hidden behind that crude touch, his nails still digging into your numb thighs as he held you close. You responded back by threading your fingers through his blue hair.
Getting lost in the rare tender moment, he finally opened his eyes and something caught his attention.
“What’s that?”, he asked, pulling away from the kiss that left you breathless and tingly.
You turn your head to the side and notice a thin trail of smoke emitted by burning incense. You look back at Grimmjow with a shocked expression. “It’s incense. Did you?”
“Do I look like the type to sniff the daisies?” He replied impatiently.
Of course not. Who else had access to this cabin? Your eyes widened in shock but you shouldn’t be that surprised. ‘Keep your nose to the ground’ he warned. You cursed Kisuke under your gasping breath.
“It’s an aphrodisiac. That Urahara bastard is so dead”, you grit your teeth, which had your pelvic floor clench around his soft flesh, making him twitch and come alive again.
“Heh. That explains why I went into a frenzy and knotted”, he explained, unapologetically might I add.
You close your eyes and search for the right thing to say at this time. Your body was sore, full of scratches and bruises, stretched out, and not to mention the thick semen that still sat in your womb and plugged up by his reawakened cock.
You were sizzling. Once the euphoric high wore off, anger spread like a roaring thunder. You hated Kisuke. You hated his schemes. Was it his way to tame Grimmjow? You promised yourself you would not follow Kisuke’s plan and grant him the gratification of submission.
