scent of you ᜊ ‘ grimmjow jaegerjaquez x f!reader
𖹭᪲ 𓈒 your new perfume has grimmjow going crazy ❀ ⎯⎯͟͟SMUT ฺ ฺ ฺ ᧓ ۟ 𝅄
Grimmjow had always had a strong sense of smell. It was an evolution that was crucial to his survival while he was in Hueco Mundo, as it made it easy for him to find his prey. And while in the world of the living, there wasn't much for him to hunt, he appreciated the sense as it allowed him to smell and understand every atom of you.
He was able to smell it all: your naturally warm and welcoming scent, the colds you never saw coming, your arousal when he teased you to the brink of frustration. Your smell was not just something he was used to; it was something that he had found comfort and solace in -- though he would never admit it.
Which is why, when there was an additional sweetness to your scent, he was hovering over you, trying to figure out why that was the case.
"The fuck is that?" He spat, his tone blunt and a bit harsh—a weak attempt to mask his curiosity. You tilted your head a bit in confusion, unsure of what he was talking about until his nose brushed against the pulse of your neck.
His hot breath tickled your skin, heat quick to rise to your cheeks at his closeness. His movement was swift, his nose moving from your neck to your wrist, down to your belly button and ankle before making his way back up to your neck. His eyebrows furrowed as he glared up at you. "You smell weird."
"Like smell weird good or-"
"Good."
He was quick to cut you off, knowing you were preparing to tap into the dramatics about whether it was a heavenly weird or a 'he hated you, and you have to bathe in tomato sauce' weird. He moved closer to you, pressing you against the cold marble of the kitchen counter. "Fuck," Grimmjow grunted, pressing his nose back into the curve of your neck. He couldn't get enough.
"You like it?" You stifled a giggle, knowing that he would get all pissy if he heard you laugh in his moment of curiosity. All Grimmjow did was grunt, bucking his hips against your thigh as he inhaled another whiff of your scent. "It's this new perfume I got..." Your words fell upon deaf ears as he focused on licking your neck, his hips continuing to rut into your thigh as he constantly switched between smelling you to licking you. "Grimm..."
"Yea yea, new whatever." He quickly picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "What's in this shit? Some type of addictive drug?" He grunted. So what? You put some pretty chemicals onto your skin that made it smell different. He couldn't wrap his head around any explanation of why he would be so addicted to it. He nipped down on your neck, sucking on the bite as he tried to smell deeper into your very being, yearning for all of his senses to be filled with this scent.
"N-no," You stuttered, your hands digging into his shoulders. "It's vanilla bean, white orchid, and..." you trailed off, trying to remember what the other ingredient was that contributed to the sweet aroma decorating your body. Grimmjow lifted you onto the counter, grabbing one of your wrists before bringing it up to his lips, continuing his routine of sniffing, licking, and nipping before sniffing again.
You sat atop the counter, instinctively spreading your legs so he could slide in between them while your mind scavenged what the final ingredient was. "What was the last one..." You mumbled before a light bulb clicked, "Oh, it was soa- mmph! Grimmjow!" Your voice pitched in a whiny scold, Grimmjow's fingers sneaking their way into your panties.
"You're this fucking wet from some sniffin'?" He teased, his fingers roughly rubbing your clit, a dangerous smirk on his face as he watched you slowly start to crumble with each flick and pinch against your clit. He pressed down harder, faster, pathetic whimpers leaving your lips as you started to lose your composure. His fingers moved down from your throbbing clit to your slick folds, your dripping pussy making it easy for him to slide them in. While the first few thrusts were slow, it was only a matter of time before he picked up the pace. His fingers crafted a rhythm that was so rough it could be used as the base to a rock song. So fast, your juices would be gushing all over the counter had it not been for your flimsy panties that were on the verge of being snapped in half.
"Y-You're one to- mmph grimm... t-talk," You mewled, glancing down at his hard cock throbbing against your calf, finally aware of the light thrusts his hips made in a way to keep himself grounded. You could feel every divot, every gracious joint and indent of his fingers so thoroughly stroking the roof of your cunt, repeatedly hitting that one soft, spongy spot. You moaned a curse, biting your lip as you attempted to continue speaking, "getting all hard over a damn perfume." You hissed before throwing your head back in pleasure once he flicked your clit once more.
'ts not the damn perfume," Grimmjow rolled his eyes.
"Aww, Grimm~" You cooed, teasing him over the implications of his words. Being in a relationship with Grimmjow meant that you had to get good at reading between the lines, as he was never going to outright say it. Especially if it was something he would consider sappy.
"Shut up, woman," He grumbled, yanking his fingers out of your leaking warmth. You arched into him, hips lifting off the counter as you chased the pleasure that he rudely took from you. A trail of your arousal connected the two of you, your chest heaving as you gasped for air, small whimpers mixed within as you ached to get filled. Grimmjow grunted, bringing his fingers up to his lips to suck them clean. It was quick and filthy, making your pussy clamp down onto nothing, fluttering with anticipation.
Within a matter of seconds, you had one leg on his shoulder with your other wrapped around his waist, his cock buried deep within your needy pussy while he fucked you into the counter, inhaling every last drop of perfume that was scattered across your body. "Fuck, how'd this shit get stronger?"
All you could do was moan, his dick reaching so deep it was kissing your cervix with each jagged thrust. The motion was so hard it would push you further up the counter, only for his grip on your hips to tighten so he could yank you back down onto his eager cock. Each time he did so, he would hit that sweet spot that caused you to scream out his name and see stars.
Grimmjow's lips found your neck once more, sucking harshly onto it to the point of it bruising. The more he smelt the perfume, the crazier his thrusts went, the scent making him feel like he was drunk and the only way to sober up was to keep fucking your needy little pussy. He pushed both of your legs up against your chest, the new angle allowing him to drill deeper into you.
"C-can't, it's too much Grimm," you whimpered.
"You can," Grimmjow taunted, slapping your ass in time with his rugged thrusts. Your pussy clamped down around his invading cock, sucking him deeper into your warmth. The air got sweeter, signalling to Grimmjow that you were coming close to unraveling, as was he. While your perfume smelled amazing, there was nothing better than the smell of your pussy when you were about to finish.
His thrusts became far more erratic, his free hand pressing down onto your clit, his jaw tense. "G'nna fill you right up," Grimmjow grunted, his abs contracting with each brutal snap of his hips.
"Y-yes, yes, yes," You pleaded, arching up once more to cling onto him as you begged for him to cum inside of you. That was all it took for him to spill ropes and ropes of hot, sticky cum inside the depths of your heat. His grip on your hips tightened while one hand moved to rub your swollen clit - the pressure being the cherry on top before you spilled your juices all over him, your pussy spasming around his cock, his thrusts messy as he tried to help you guys both come down from your own euphoric highs.
Grimmjow reluctantly pulled out, your combined spunk threatening to spill out of your spent cunt if it weren't for Grimmjow quickly bringing his fingers to your hole to shove it back inside. After securing his seed inside you, he pulled away, looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite understand.
"What?"
"Can't smell that shit anymore," He stated while you rolled your eyes.
"Well, you licked it all off!"
"Just put some more on then,"
"I can't; it was a free sample," You tutted, snapping your neck to the side to avoid his gaze, though you peeked over at him through your lashes, obviously hinting at something. Grimmjow grunted. Looks like someone was going to be going on a shopping spree on Urahara's dime soon.
@suguboogu ᜊ ‘ do not steal, edit, copy, or feed to ai ! likes, comments & reblogs are heavily appreciated <3
guys, I can't really tell if I love or hate this one, but I had so much fun writing it. Apologies if it's a bit ooc, this is my first bleach ff and i'm in desperate need of sleep and food... but alas grimmjows keeping me up ꒰ ᐡ ｡• ﹏ •｡ ᐡ ꒱
