Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in anyway but am inspired by the work created by Tite Kubo
Hit'em Where it Hurts
Chapter 2
By: Bleachfanficfanatic
Using sonído got them to her apartment quickly and they walked in together.
"Have a seat Grimmjow, I'm going to take a quick shower since I'm all sweaty and dusty and then I'll start dinner," Orihime said making her way to the bathroom. Grimmjow was sorely tempted to blow his whole plan and follow her then and there but he remained where he was.
Sitting on the couch he heard the water running and could just picture the water cascading over her exquisite form that he'd gotten fairly familiar with in the last few weeks. If she felt that good clothed he could only imagine how great she would feel naked!
She returned quickly dressed in black cotton shorts and a pink tank top and began sautéing up some chicken and vegetables along with rice and salad. It seemed her tastes had been tamed somewhat at least in her main dishes. She had an assortment of odd add ins, most of which he passed on. Her cooking was surprisingly good and he told her so earning a smile and blush from the orange hair.
When they'd finished their meal Orihime stood to do the dishes. Grimmjow surprised her by offering to help and she felt herself heating up when he stood so close next to her as he dried the dishes she handed to him, their fingers frequently grazing over each other.
After their chore was completed Orihime realized she didn't want him to leave so she offered for them to watch a movie together. Popping in a DVD of Fight Club, a movie she figured he'd enjoy, she sat down next to him on the couch. His arm was slung on the back of it but he hadn't made a move to pull her closer.
Orihime's attraction to Grimmjow had been building over their time spent together and she'd decided to give up on Kurosaki-kun. If he couldn't see her for who she really was she didn't want to waste any more time on him. Scooting close to Grimmjow he felt her hand settled against his thigh where she rested it on the couch. Still he didn't move, this was all on her. Slowly she leaned herself into his chest and only then did he move his arm to drape over her shoulder. At his movement she snuggled in deeper and her scent overwhelmed him. She'd used some kind of coconut shampoo and lilac body wash. She smelled delicious enough to devour.
Half way through the movie he saw her turn her head and look up at him. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes but still he wouldn't move. "See something you want princess?" he murmured. She leaned up and gave him a tentative kiss on the lips, pulling back to gauge his reaction.
"Satisfied?" he asked barely holding control of his libido. There was a pause and then she surprised the hell out of him by standing up only to sink back down straddling his hips.
"Forward much princess?" he asked teasingly but she silenced any further speech by kissing him again this time with more pressure. She licked his bottom lip and he followed her lead by opening his mouth for her to enter in. He couldn't stop a groan escaping when she ran her fingers through his azure hair, finger nails scraping his scalp creating a delicious tingling sensation he felt all the way to his toes. His hands moved up to her thighs, sliding up slowly as they continued their heated kiss.
Then just as suddenly as she was there she lifted herself back off, a small smirk on her face. Walking away to the kitchen she said cheerily, "I'll get us some popcorn!" Grimmjow, needless to say, was stunned and very frustrated. How dare she play him like that! "Screw this waiting around shit," he muttered getting up and following her. He found her standing before one of the cupboards reaching up to try to grab a box near the top.
Surging forward her grabbed her waist roughly and pulled her against his body before slowly trailing one of his hands up following the curve of her right breast clamping it on her neck and tilting her chin up. She'd gasped at his sudden appearance but she wasn't fighting him off.
"Never knew you had it in you to be a fucking tease princess," he growled against her ear before giving it a lick. He felt her whole body tremble at the contact.
"All's fair in love and war, right Grimmjow?" she breathed out huskily and her tone sent his libido into overdrive.
He chuckled, "Oh, you're playing with fire now, are you sure you're up for a man like me?"
"I've been waiting for a man like you," she countered. He let out a feral growl and gave into her. Starting at the base of her ear he placed long lingering kisses down the column of her neck, stopping when he reached the junction of her collar bone where he clamped down and sucked hard on the skin. Orihime gasped and writhed in his hold but he wouldn't let go. He continued torturing her flesh, nipping and sucking until her breathing became labored. His hands hadn't been idle during his assault. One was massaging the other side of her neck while the one around her waist caressed the now exposed flesh due to her position.
She didn't seem to know what to do with her hands, first gripping his thighs then moving to hold his arms then again to reach fully behind her and grip his hair.
Having thoroughly marked her Grimmjow spun her around to face him, devouring her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue dominated hers this time and she found herself losing what little oxygen she had left in her lungs. Finally he broke away only to attack the other side of her neck while grasping both her breasts in his hands. She squealed out when he flicked the hardened nipples eliciting a chuckle from the man ravishing her body. He hadn't even undressed her yet and already she could feel her core was soaked!
The next moment he'd pulled back and let go of her just enough to whip off her shirt. He unclasped her bra with an expert touch and then removed his own shirt. The feel of his muscles was intoxicating and Orihime couldn't stop rubbing her hands all over him. Grimmjow wasted no time divesting her of her shorts leaving her completely exposed in the middle of her kitchen! She tried to move them back to the couch but he wasn't having it.
"Uh uh princess, you started it there but I'm finishing it here," he purred against her ear. Shoving her backwards she landed against the cool tile of the counter and gasped at the contact. Before she had time to think about what was happening and where she felt his lips latch onto one of her pert nipples sucking roughly. Crying out in ecstasy her hand flew to the back of his head gripping his hair. He swirled his tongue around the areola before nipping her again and then moving to the other side.
Orihime's whole body was on fire and she couldn't believe how good he was making her feel. Why had she waited so long to do this? "Oh Grimmjow," she moaned and he grinned against her flesh. "That's right bitch, say MY name, not that damn shinigami!" he thought possessively.
The thought of Kurosaki gave him a surge of anger fueled passion and he lifted her roughly by the hips placing her on the counter. Leaning forward he kissed her lips again before whispering against them, "You know, princess, you never did offer me dessert. Looks like I'll just have to find something on my own." Her body shivered at his tone and Orihime never thought she would enjoy being so dominated. Kissing his way down her body she figured out his intended destination fairly quickly but couldn't find it in herself to be embarrassed. Somehow, even with his crude language and brash movements Grimmjow was making her feel cherished and appreciated her as a woman!
His lips had reached the junction between her legs and she looked down at him. Watching him look at the most intimate part of her body made her heat up again. He looked positively enthralled and the idea that this powerful arrancar, a former espada, could find her so desirable made Orihime suffer the sin of pride of a little.
Grimmjow could feel her eyes on him watching his every move. He looked up and locked eyes with her before slowly extending his tongue to take a tentative taste of her moist center. Just that little contact had her stomach and chest heaving in anticipation of what was to come. Never taking his eyes off her he leaned forward encasing his tongue in her warmth. She held his gaze as he licked her folds and without realizing what she was doing reached up to fondle one of her breasts while he pleasured her.
The blue hair couldn't believe the sex goddess he'd unleashed and she hadn't even done anything to him yet! Her taste was sweet and he was enjoying every second of eating her. Moving his tongue up he flicked her clit and she groaned louder.
"Please, Grimmjow, please," she gasped out still pinching her own nipple, eyes closed, head thrown back in rapture. He stood back up and kissed her ear, "Please what Hime?" The use of her name like that made her whip her face to his and kiss him harshly. She could taste herself on his tongue and it just drove her more wild.
Breaking away he whispered huskily, "Tell me what you want Hime, come on, I know you want to."
"Please Grimmjow…make…make me cum," she rasped out, her cheeks burning. He laughed and kissed her lips again before kneeling back down and launching an all out assault on her clit. He licked, sucked and teased it until she was practically screaming his name. With one last suck she came apart, legs shaking as she held onto his hair for purchase. Before she fell over he gathered her in his arms and took her back to the couch.
She'd barely caught her breath before she found herself straddling him again like she had earlier but this time they were both completely exposed to each other. She kissed him heatedly like her life depended on it before trailing her lips down his neck, licking and sucking as she went. His breathing was increasing now under the ministrations of her talented tongue. She went lower and lower sliding off his body to her knees before him.
Looking down he hitched his breath at how fucking hot and beautiful she looked. A moment later he was groaning in pleasure as her tongue swirled around the tip of his dick before taking it in her mouth. Never in a million years did he think she would do what she was doing now but he wasn't complaining. "Fuck Hime, that's good," he growled out and she was pleased she could make him feel as good as he made her feel.
She kept up her assault before he hauled her back up to his lips.
"No more, I need to fuck you, now!" he demanded and parting her legs slid her down on his rock hard member. She gasped at the intrusion but it felt so good she kept going with no hesitation. Leaning forward he began kissing her chest again, running his hands up and down her back while her hands laced through his hair as she rode him.
"Oh Kami, oh Grimmjow, oh yes," Orihime called out as he thrust his hips up to meet her downward pushes. He leaned back again to watch her, taking in the sight of her running her hands up and down her own body while he fucked her. Then and there he knew for him this wasn't going to be a onetime thing. He'd intended for it to be, just fuck'em and leave'em had been his philosophy for as far back as he had memory of having sex. But this woman, she was addicting, and he knew he wouldn't get enough of her.
Back in the present he felt himself coming close to his end. Reaching forward he pressed her clit and rubbed in fast circles making her cry out louder which only drove him faster to his conclusion. Growling out, "Fuck Hime," he came, hard and she went right along with him adding to his pleasure as he felt her muscles squeeze his length for all that it was worth.
Collapsing back on the couch she fell forward onto his chest breathing rapidly. Pulling her head up by her hair he kissed her deeply.
Despite their exhaustion they managed to make it to her bed where they collapsed in a tangle of sheets, arms and legs falling sleep almost instantly.
The next morning a harsh knock sounded at Orihime's door followed by Ichigo's voice, "Inoue, are you there? It's kind of an emergency!"
Groggily waking from her slumber she glanced at Grimmjow who still looked asleep. "He must be a heavy sleeper," she muttered as she grabbed a robe and put it on.
Opening the door she found a fairly flustered Ichigo staring at her. "Yes, did you need something Kurosaki-kun?" she asked trying to stifle a yawn.
Snapped out of his stare (he couldn't believe she opened the door wearing something like that) he replied, "Um, yeah, sorry to wake you but Urahara said Grimmjow never returned for curfew last night and…"his voice stopped abruptly as his eyes landed on the man in question sauntering out of Inoue's bedroom in just pajama bottoms.
"What the fuck are you doing bothering people so early in the morning Kurosaki, sheesh," the Sexta snorted before moving to the kitchen to make coffee.
Ichigo turned his bewildered look from the blue hair to the woman in front of him, taking in what he'd missed before in his haste to find the espada. Orihime with only her robe on, her hair decidedly messy and his reiatsu all over her but also with a decided glow about her.
"Don't worry Kurosaki-kun," she said smiling softly, "he was a good boy last night."
Ichigo's eyes widened further as he heard Grimmjow laugh at her words causing her to look back at him.
"Inoue?" he finally managed to choke out.
She looked back to the man in front of her, "I'll talk to Urahara-san, Kurosaki-kun; you don't need to worry. But thanks for checking on him!"
She went to close the door but Ichigo slammed his hand against it, anger finally filtering into his consciousness as he stared at the woman in front of him, the woman he'd do so much to save, the woman he'd come to realize he cared for far greater than a friend.
Before he could say anything Grimmjow was standing behind her, his smile gone and a fierce look of possession in his eyes, "Back the fuck off Kurosaki, the woman is no longer any of your concern."
Gritting his teeth and never having wanted to use getsuga tenshou so bad in his life Ichigo was seething with rage. But when he turned his eyes back to the grey orbs of the beautiful healer he'd finally noticed he saw he was too late.
"We'll see you around Kurosaki-kun," she murmured and gently pushed his hand back so she could shut the door.
And as she scampered back to the kitchen to cook her and her new lover breakfast Grimmjow grinned at the look on Kurosaki's face. He'd finally hit him where it really hurt. The fact that he gained a hot woman who loved fucking him was just the icing on the delicious cake.
Author's note: I know Orihime is fairly out of character here but I like writing her stronger from time to time. Hopefully Grimmjow was close to character enough to pass as enjoyable in this story! It's my first time writing him for a prolonged amount of time.
