SEX – in this chapter . . . well, for most of this chapter, so if you're too young don't read!
I'd just like to say a few things. Firstly Grimmjow is the biggest babe in Bleach history! (I have only watched up to ep 160 – so sorry if there's anyone more baba-licious than he but so far he's topping my polls,
secondly the girl in this is called Tegan (pronounced Tay-gen) – and yes she's supposed to be quite attractive but as the story progresses you'll see she has some serious ISSUES so don't be thinking she's all mary-sue. K? K!
Thirdly – this story's gonna have reference - and by reference I mean descriptive scenes - of fights, sexual abuse, possibly physically abuse etc so if that's not your kinda thingggggg yeah. Don't read I guess.
Fourthly: This is a Grimmjow/OC but there are a few other romantic interest for both Grimmjow and Tegan – but trust me, this story gonna be so drama-lama-lama!
That's about all, enjoy reading! Disclaimer: I don't own bleach or any of its characters.
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Grimmjow clamped his mouth tightly over hers to supress her cry as he thrust his thick shaft into her slick sex. Tegan dug her fingernails deeper into the skin of his back with every inch of him that plunged deeper into her, she could feel the smile crawling over his lips beneath hers at how ready she was for him, yet he was still unsatisfied. The gyration of his hips slowed to a complete stop, and she moaned in objection, bucking her hips, begging for him to continue.
"Grimm . . . jowww" she moaned disorientated, her eyelids shut while she reached out, grasping for his shock of blue hair. She clutched the soft tufts of aqua, using them as handles to pull him to her. He dodged her lips – which is what she been aiming for - instead burying his face in her neck, gently bitting the hyper-aware skin before caressing it with his tongue. "W-why did you s-stop?" she inquired airily finding it hard to pay attention with him tenderly sucking her Achilles heel; the sexual frustration was evident in the hoarseness of her words.
"Do you want me, Tegan?" he growled huskily in her ear, she nodded silently, her eyes shut. Grimmjow frowned at her indifference. He readjusted insider her, prodding her wet walls with his shaft, she cried out in pleasure arching her back as he pulled away slightly.
"I said Do you want me, Tegan?" he asked again, accompanying his words with a deep thrust, she clutched the strong arms that rested either side of her head in order to with take the ripples of pleasure the Sexta caused her body.
"Grimmjow!" she cried as he slammed into her again, her body convulsing with hunger for him. He grinned at the frenzied way she screamed out his name.
"You didn't answer my question," he panted threatening to withdraw his pride if she didn't respond. Her eyes fluttered open, her lustful gaze meeting his. The longing and need he recognised in her eyes was almost enough to make him orgasm on the spot.
"Grimmjow, I want you," she grasped his hair so tightly she was sure she would end up walking about with a few blue strands in her palms. Her body burning up inside from the suspense he was imposing on her. So cruel . . . Using all the strength left in her upper body she brought his face too hers, meshing their lips. Grimmjow couldn't supress a thunderous groan as she whirled her tongue around his mouth, playfully biting his bottom lip. Grimmjow launched himself back as all the air was sucked from his lungs, he watched slightly mesmerized, as her well-endowed chest heaved sporadically as she tried to regain her breath, both of them looked as if they had just been submerged under water for many minutes and had only just come up for air. When she had caught back some of her breath she dug her fingers painfully into his shoulders, her chocolate brown irises flashing with frustration at him, "Yes, Grimmjow! I want you!" she cried narrowing her eyes menacingly at the smug look etched across the Sexta's face "now shut up and fuck me already!"
Grimmjow tightened his hold on her narrow waste before happily obliging. Her slammed into her several times, moving faster and going in harder as per her request. After orgasms for both parties were reached, he collapsed on top of her. There was a few moment of silence before Tegan piped up.
"Get off me you lard arse! I can't breathe!" she squawked grabbing him by the shoulders trying to shove him off her. He cooperated silently, rolling to one side, propping his head up on a flexed arm to observe her. A splash of tangled brunette hair lined the pillows she rested against while the charcoal brown irises he knew so well were hidden beneath her pale white lids. Grimmjow's scowl deepened as he couldn't comprehend as to why this girl had such an effect on him. She seemed no different to any other Arrancar in Hueco Mundo yet the first time he saw her he couldn't stop the primitive carnal urges of an Espada rising up with in him. She is quite hot he decided eyes roaming over the curvaceous body beside him, her moderately endowed chest complimented her broad hips well not to mention she had such a nice arse – which he liked – though he couldn't hide that scowl of his at how on display it was to not only him but to every other Arrancar through her practically transparent Hamakas.
But despite being maybe one of the best looking Arrancar in Hueco Mundo she was punished with the personality of a fucking bulldog-cross-mule. From the moment he met her, all she's ever been was an opinionated, loud mouth, tease whom was so damn independent and childish it made his blood boil and infuriated him to no end. But that still didn't stop his groin from smiling when he saw her or from getting shivers when her fingers grazed his skin as they passed each other in the hallway. He felt he practiced an exhausting amount of control not to jump her whenever their eyes met since that's definitely what he feels like doing. In an involuntary mechanical motion his hand reached for the '23' marking on her upper arm, he traced it with his index finger as he deliberated. Unconsciously his touch steered its way towards the Arrancar bone cuffs wrapped around the circumference of her elbow.
Her eyes snapped open at his touch, without moving her head her eyes flickered over to him watching him with slight bemusement. "Grimmjow," she uttered plainly causing him to look up, she sent a large lip splitting grin his way which only caused his permit scowl to deepen as he predicted her words before they even left her ruby bee-stung lips "Get out,"
"What?!" he still exclaimed despite foreseeing the request.
"We'll I'm done, your boring me. Get out," Tegan moved to let him out from beside her, but a commanding hand wrapped itself around her wrist pulling her back to bed. Wrapping an arm tightly around her small waist he held her still.
"I bore you?" he growled, playful reaching out his hand completely ignoring her squirms to part from his grip. Gently he drew circles on the skin of her bare thigh. His touch gradually travelling up to her inner thigh, she quivered beneath his light touch. Her breathing increasing slightly.
"Yes," she confirmed breathlessly as she hesitantly watched his hand caress the skin closer to her sex, "you b-boRE ME!" she screamed as he plunged a finger inside her. She bucked her hips begging for more and he ran a hand over her smooth stomach to calm her – it did anything but.
"Oh really," he laughed arrogantly, trying to block how arousing it was to merely listen to her passionate pants or that appeasing vibration her voice makes when she calls out his name. Her irises faded until there was nothing but opaque pupil rolling back in her head as her muscles clenched around his finger, pleading to be filled to the brim.
"You're so cruel," she hissed as he pulled out of her. Grimmjow smirked with satisfaction at the sexually frustrated mess beside him. He had no problem waiting it out for her to declare how much she needed him, for the possibility of the independent-mule of a girl admitting that she actually needed him to reach the epitome of pleasure was more than he could bare. Taking advantage of her weakened will he decided he would let her stew in her horny state.
"I'm an Espada; it would be weird if I wasn't," he laughed without humour, stretching his arms out lethargically behind his head. He could feel her dark gaze, summoning the strength of a fire-centred medusa to burn a hole into his head, her dilated pupils begging him to meet her predatory gaze; but he wasn't playing ball. With the stubborn will he was notorious for he ignored her. Tegan was a girl that definitely didn't like being ignored. She growled after noticing his resistance to her before she grumbled away incoherently. Tegan could sense that Grimmjow was fully content with letting her wallow in her own lust with no point of relief, hence she decided to take matters into her own hands; holdings his arms down with her hands she crawled on top of him. He wanted her to think she had no effect what so ever on him but his eyes betrayed him as they glanced wearily at the swollen breasts that were pressed against his broad chest, he grunted, deeply aroused as her chest rubbed against his as she wriggled around to get comfortable on him.
"Nothing you do is going to work on me, so forget it," he growled swallowing hard, putting on pretence. With an expression that reached borderline baffled she glanced up up at him beneath her long dark lashes, several possible scenarios running through her mind; she contemplated each one quickly before deciding on her favourite. With her hot little body touching his Grimmjow was not certain how much longer he could keep up his act.
Then suddenly with a long sigh of defeat she rolled off him, stomping around the room to collecting her Hakama and mid-drift sleeveless vest stop that had been discarded on the floor in a passionate flurry of limbs the minute the door shut. Grimmjow fought the urge to raise his eyebrows in disbelief. He didn't know what he had been expecting but he definitely didn't think she'd just give up. "What are you doing?" he asked, moving to stand but she flashed over to him, fully dressed in her black and white uniform which proudly announced her alliance to Aizen's army of Arrancar and laid a forceful hand on his muscular chest, her small hand looking meagre in contrast to the rippling muscles of his abdomen.
"What does it look like?" she scoffed searching for her hairbrush that she knew was hiding somewhere under the piles of junk she had stashed in her room. "I'm getting dressed dumbass,"
He sits up leaning his broad torso lazily against his knees, watching her work a pine thistle brush through the tangled tresses of silk that spilled over her shoulders. "Yeah I can see that woman," he grumbled scowling "But why?"
"Oh don't worry baby," she smiled coyly at him from beneath her side swept bangs "I won't be dressed for long . . ." it felt like all the blood in his body rose to his head as all the possible connotations of her words flooded his mind. She didn't mean . . . One minute she was setting down her brush and making pouty faces in the mirror when, in the time it took to blink, she had swiftly travelled across half the room and now the rounded surface of the doorknob was pressed into her back as Grimmjow pinned her arms beside her, his knee fixed between her thighs to ensure attempt at escape was futile.
"What do you mean by that?!" he snapped glaring at her with the full ferocity of the blue panther inside.
"Let me go!" she growled back, ignoring his imperative inquiry. She tried to push him back but in the position she was in, it was hard to maximise her full strength; he didn't even blink at her struggle.
"Not until you tell me what you meant?!" he roared causing her pert lips to quirk into a sassy smile.
"Hush now," she cooed patronisingly, her eyes glimmering with false sweetness. "You can hardly complain about me finding someone else to finish the job you couldn't,"
"What! I can-"
"Aww baby, it's alright!" she comforted finally slipping from his grasp, 'I understand, an old man like you – I mean, even Espadas need a break sometimes . . ." Grimmjow could feel the blood in his veins heating up with each defaming word, how dare she insult him like this! He was the Sexta! An Espada and she dared to think he couldn't handle her! He would show her!
"Woman, I will sho-"
"Oh no!" she waved her hands in front of his face in refusal, while moving to give his lips an innocent tug with her teeth. "I don't want to be tiring you out. Besides, I'm sure there are many others who can do to me what you can't," she smirked at him from beneath her black lashers "I wonder what room Ulquiorra's in?"
That's it! Grimmjow was ready to grab her skinny waist, toss her onto the bed and fuck that bitch senseless. Nobody tells me to take a break! Nobody calls me old! And nobody picks Ulquiorra fucking Cifer over Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez! He fumed, but the minute he turned to grab her, the door flung back in his face, he jumped back to avoid collision. Unfortunately though, by the time he had gathered himself again, even if it only took a moment, it was enough time to let her slip through his fingers. He stuck his head out the doorway, only too conscious of what the other Espada and Arrancar would do if they caught him in his very naked state. The hallways were void of Tegan's curvaceous body leaving Grimmjow angry and aroused yet no place to find relief. Not knowing what else to do, he slammed the door, nearly taking it off its hinges in frustration and proceeded to get dressed.
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Remembering the wounded, furious expression masking his face prompted her grin to stretch from ear-to-ear. He was actually jealous! She giggled inwardly feeling a strange warm sensation form in her belly; she quickly disregarded it as the reiatsu in her body playing up. As she sauntered down the halls she spotted Ulquiorra's room and without hesitation bustled right past it with no intention of going anywhere near the Fourth Espada. To be honest he kinda freaked her out. He was so void of emotion and feeling and that scared her, for when one is so cold and detached from everyone there is nothing to hold back any kind of ferocious onslaught. Whereas Grimmjow, he was all tough and mean and so completely driven by blood lust, yet when he spots a feline friend his expression changes in such a way that you know he still is capable of loving.
That's not why I'm with him though, she reminded herself quickly, a grin slowly spreading across her face he's just really great in bed. Though it would do no good to tell him that! He's got a big enough head as it is . . . It was hard for her to resist pushing his buttons sometimes, he just got riled up so damn easily! How could she not tempt fate in that way? Of course she was lying when she said she had other places to go. Tegan couldn't imagine anybody else wanting to sleep with her anyway. She would just torture him for a few hours, maybe a whole day if she could supress her inner goddess for long enough to make him want her.
She grinned knowing that when she did go back though, he would not hesitate to torture her right back. Though this was a torture that she could not wait to be the victim off.
After a few more moments she finally spied the door that she wanted to pass through, Nnoitra had sent requested her presence in the offical board room of Las Noches and of course she had no reason not to comply, as part of his fraccion she wished to follow his orders to best of her ability, and turning up at the dum old board room barely took any effort at all.
Shoving open the doors, she stomped in with all the gracefulness of a cow. "Yo Nnoitra!" she called confidently when she spotted her Espada superior, she assertively strutted forward not wanting to let him know that he too, like Ulquiorra with a singular glance alone he could send piercing shivers down her spine. But she froze mid step and her eyes nearly popped from her skull as her gaze caught onto the beautiful brunette being besides him, his spiritual power was immense, like nothing she'd ever witnessed before! Tegan concluded that this man could only be one person. Gasping, she fell to her knees crossing a hand over her chest. She could feel the eyes of both men trained on bowed figure.
"Lord Aizen . . ."
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