Sometimes I just sit at my desk in a haze, not getting any work done because in my head, Grimmjow is standing behind my chair, leaning over and murmuring all kinds of crap to distract me…
Nsfw smut no minors Grimmjow ate
Well, yeah. What do you expect when you don’t give him any attention?
He’s like an annoying cat.
You can’t tell him to go away. Because when he does leave you alone, you start worrying about what kind of trouble he might be stirring up in your world. Better to keep him in your presence than give him the freedom to torment.
So you allowed him to sulk around in your room, waiting for your work shift to end.
Those 8–9 hours drag on, especially when you have a needy cat breathing down your neck. Literally.
It wasn't his warm breath that irritated you the most. He stood behind your chair and started muttering the filthiest of words that he doesn't even suggest in bed. So filthy that you would think he had been watching hardcore porn in his spare time. So filthy that it made your body tingle and clit throb.
“Grimmjow…. I have a meeting in 5 minutes,” you warned. You couldn't have him uttering such profanity during the meeting.
“5 minutes is all I need.”
“Need for what?” You rubbed your thighs together so he wouldn't pick up the scent of your arousal. It obviously made it worse, filling the air with your sweet scent and he had already gotten a whiff of his scheme in action.
“To eat lunch.” He leaned forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. “Just a little taste.”
“So you going to sit in your own mess?”
“You know ‘‘what mess’. Let me clean it up while you do your thing,” he offered, licking his lips like a starved predator.
You continued to stare at the computer screen, though your focus had already wavered with his warm cheek pressed against yours.
His intoxicating, playful scent was hard to resist. He didn’t use any perfume or cologne, yet he still managed to smell so irresistible. That alone was enough to lure you into his predictable trap.
“Come on. I know you want it. Can't hide it from me.” He scrunched his nose and sniffed the air around you to deliver his point. “Or I can just stand here the entire time and continue filling your ears with the filthiest of ways I am going to pound you tonight.”
Your stiff shoulders suddenly went limp, lowering his resting head as it bobbed slightly. You glanced under your desk and began to spread your legs and thighs apart, wide enough to fit his form. That was the invitation he needed.
Luckily, you didn’t have to participate in the next meeting. Your mic and camera were turned off.
He quickly crawled under the table and waited for you to lift up your cushioned butt from the chair so he could remove the layers that shielded the source of the enticing aroma.
And there he stayed for the next hour.
Today was not a productive day.
Because he was always there- either behind your back, sharing vulgar remakes directly into your ears, or between your legs, chanting even more insane profanity into your parted lips.
