Author's Notes:

A two-shot story I thought of for GrimmHime fans.

Disclaimer: Language

Enjoy!

Re-editted: 31/08/2023 2:22 A.M

One Night of Fun

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Grimmjow

"You're such a bastard."

"No one told you to use my fucking toothbrush. I don't know where your mouth has been."

"You have got to be shitting me. You weren't worried about my mouth when it was sucking you-"

"That's different. My toothbrush is not meant for your mouth."

I threw the expensive all-black electronic toothbrush in the trash near my king-sized bed. My one-night-stand counterpart sat on my bed with pouted lips dressed in sexy lingerie.

I met her at my nightclub, Night Panther. It was an offhanded run-in. Last night it was unusually busy for a Friday night. Helping at the bar was my way to keep the vibes smooth and the drinks flowing.

She had approached the bar, sweaty and thirsty. I'll admit, she was an attractive woman with long light green hair. Body wearing a tight white mini skirt and white tube-top her endowed breasts could not contain. Off rip, she grinned at me thinking I was a naïve bartender in need of getting laid. I let her think that. Appreciating the teasing attention, I flirted back. It was easier to get her naked. She was a flirtatious spitfire I wanted to sink my teeth into well into the morning. But after hearing her using my good toothbrush meant only for my mouth when I woke up for another round, I was turned off.

"Why are you still here? Get out." My thumb pointed to the door behind me.

She scoffed at my demand. "Asshole," she grumbled under her breath searching for her clothes.

"Hey, I'm getting tired of the name-calling."

"Whatever. You fuck me and wake up angry over a fucking toothbrush. Name-calling is better than a slap to the face." She snatched up her skirt whirling around to glare at me. "Over a toothbrush!"

I growled rubbing my temples. The hangover was mild but still there with her constant nagging and cringy voice snarling over complaints.

"Are you done yet?" I reached over to my dresser taking out a clean top to wear. She paused in putting on her clothes, eyes ogling my defined ab muscles as I stretched putting on the t-shirt.

"I mean…" she walked up to me dropping her top and hands ready to touch my now-covered chest. "…if you don't mind a little breakfast and morning sex."

Stepping aside, I reached for the door to my bedroom. "Oh hell no. You need to go Caroline." I pointed my finger out into the hallway when the door was open. It was uncomfortable to see her mood change suddenly. She frowned before anger swirled in her eyes.

"Ass." She bent down to grab her discarded top before sidestepping me and making her way down the hallways of my condo toward the front door. "My name is Candice."

"Don't care Cathy." I slammed the door before she could say anything else. A hard thud followed from her kicking the door, but I didn't care. She was out of my place of solitude.

I usually never bring flings to my place, but the copious amounts of liquor in my system derailed my judgment. Now I was awoken angry and out of a toothbrush.

I strolled to my refrigerator grabbing a bottle of water. Hopefully, hitting the gym later will help calm me down. After going to the store for a new fucking toothbrush.

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Orihime

I gazed at the two outfits my cousin Riruka Dokugamine had made for me. One was a sleeveless halter mini black cocktail dress with lace embroidery on the back. The other outfit was a black flare leather mini skirt with a laced patterned crop top.

"I… can't wear this."

"Why the heck not?" Riruka whined. "I made this with you in mind, so pick one."

Looking over the outfits once again, I felt a shiver run down my back. "It's so revealing."

Riruka rolled her eyes. "You're 21 years old and you're worried about revealing outfits. Today we are celebrating graduation and the welcoming of adulthood. We've worked too hard to be modest. Now pick one, before I pick it for you. Because tonight, you're getting laid."

"Laid?" I frowned huffing out a sigh. "We already celebrated; can't we stay in for the night?"

"Heck no. We had a celebratory dinner and drinks only for our families' sake. Besides, you need this more than I do. To take your mind off a certain someone and his antics."

I glanced up at Riruka who had a sad expression on her face. The pity I didn't need at the moment. I blinked back tears I felt brewing behind my retinas.

"Don't… mention him."

She grimaced at my tone. She cleared her throat before speaking again to relieve the tension in the air. "Let's go clubbing to commemorate our achievements for our hard work throughout college."

"Don't you mean mine?" I questioned touching the lace material of the crop top. "There's a lot of ours in your little speech." I glanced over at the puffy-faced pink-haired girl.

"Fine. Your hard work. Don't act like I didn't work hard too."

"I'm not. You just didn't graduate yet."

"But I have this under my belt." Riruka pointed to the dozens of outfits hanging and sprawled around her bedroom.

I smiled. "Of course. Getting recruited to enter the fashion industry is revering but having a degree under your belt means more. Granted you will get so much farther than an assistant."

"Wow, such a dig Orihime." Riruka turned away pouting.

"I don't mean it like that." I tried to handle the confusion that my words may have harmed her. "I want you to be greater than an assistant. These designs, the outfits you make, they shouldn't only be made for me. They should be made for many more people. In stores and on the runway." I walked over to my cousin. Placing a hand on Riruka's shoulder, I turned her around to face me.

"Why should you be the assistant? You should have your own assistant." I gave her a genuine smile. "You've worked too hard and deserve to have your name in shining lights."

Riruka's eyes glazed over with unshed tears. "Why are you talking like my mother?" I chuckled while hugging her. We laughed and cried a little before parting from our embrace. "This will not get you out of picking what I made for you. Choose an outfit dammit."

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Grimmjow

I rounded the bar to help out Bazz-B with the high influx of drinks. Saturday nights were always busy in my club. I liked it that way.

The drinks flowed when I started moving my hands. Men and women were overjoyed with the decent amount of alcohol and not the watered-down shit most clubs offer. Another reason why my club was trendy.

The DJ on the turntables switched from a new popular hip-hop song to the latest R&B. The women scattered around went crazy singing their hearts out while dancing with their drinks in the air.

All good vibes.

That was until my eyes caught the sight of a new prey for the night. Through the strobe lights and dancing bodies, such a beauty had my full attention. She didn't belong in this place undoubtedly due to how stiffly she maneuvered around the crowd in a specific location. Her friend too -though she seemed kind of familiar to me- but I couldn't get a good look at her. Her friend was more into whatever the DJ was mouthing to her to care. They must know each other.

The shy woman held her arms over her abdomen as if she were in pain. Her head turned in different directions looking around for someone or something. She suddenly stopped and glanced in my direction. Her friend drew her attention and grabbed her arm to pry it from her revealing skin before she could acknowledge the tension when our eyes met.

I whistled in astonishment watching them move across the club.

Beauty and body.

I licked my lips watching the curves of her waist and hips sway, down to her thick thighs. Her abdomen was flat, and her breasts were heavy. The epitome of an innocent bombshell.

"You can go now." I turned to the obnoxious voice from my trusted bartender Bazz-B. "Clearly you need to sink your dick in another chick." He pointed his chin towards the two women I was just looking at.

"I'm still the same guy who signs your checks. Watch your mouth."

"Whatever man. Just go. Your ogling is getting in my way." Bazz-B pushed past me reaching for the Yamazaki Whisky off the top shelf for one of the high-end patrons.

I should have fired him the first time he gave me lip, but Bazz-B was able to keep up with the complexity of my nightclub. That was the only reason I kept him around.

I rolled my eyes and walked off to the back to check on the kitchen staff. With one last look, my eyes took note of where my cute prey had situated herself.

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Orihime

I felt chills all over my body.

It was like eyes were watching everything I would do since walking into this nightclub. Riruka was able to get us in Night Panther because her boyfriend Yukio was the DJ of the establishment. The different art and sculptures of panthers were displayed from the entrance to the bar, and the upper balcony. I couldn't even admire how upscale yet laid back it was because of how cold it felt inside.

The leather skirt and lace crop top did little to hide my assets or keep the goosebumps hidden. The mesh open-toe stiletto heels only made me more uncomfortable walking through the crowd. Immediately as we entered, we went straight to the DJ booth to find Yukio.

I pushed my wavy auburn hair away from my face to look around for a spot to isolate myself from the prying eyes of the men near the booth, while Riruka flirted with Yukio. Unexpectedly another chill ran down my spine. This one was a different type of iciness. It was as if something was pulling me. I glanced up to see a tall muscular man behind the bar staring right back at me. I couldn't make out much about his appearance, but his striking bright blue hair and piercing eyes reflected from the bar lights. His slight grin registered on my mind when Riruka grabbed my arm to pull me to a booth.

"Yukio saved us a table," she shouted over the vibrating music. I stumbled in my heels following her.

Sitting down, a busty red-haired waitress placed two cocktails in front of us before we could even get comfortable. "From Yukio," she said chewing her gum. We thanked her and were about to sip from our drinks when we were distracted by two men smiling at us.

"Hey there cuties. What are you ladies drinking tonight?" A tall skinny man with black hair slicked back asked.

"We're good. Thanks," Riruka quickly dismissed. She took out her phone to text someone. He sneered at her dismissal before his attention landed on me.

"What about you, sweetheart?" His smile took up most of his face and the smell of alcohol made me want to gag. It was unsettling to be around him.

"She's good too," Riruka interrupted. She placed her phone face down on the table to glare at the two men. "If you don't mind, can you leave? This is a private booth." She waved her hands shooing them away as she sipped her drink.

"Look bitch, we weren't talking to you," he snapped annoyed. The other guy with brown hair pulled back in a man-bun encouraged his friend.

"Yeah, you entitled bitch."

I was ready to take off my heel to clobber them both with it for talking to my cousin in such a foul way when the blue-haired man I remember at the bar stood behind the two men. He grabbed them by the back of their collars to pull them up off their feet.

"I think these ladies said no. So, take the fucking rejection and get lost." He then dropped them, making them lose their balance. One tried to keep his balance by grabbing the edge of the table, but his hand slipped making him crumble to the floor. "Fucking drunks." The blue-haired man waved his hand, and a massive tan-skinned man approached our booth. "Yammy get these fuckers outta here."

"Not a problem," Yammy grinned. Picking the two men up like rag dolls, he turned to walk towards the exit. They were cursing and trying to get out of Yammy's hold.

He turned back to us, his scowl replaced with a relaxed smile. "You ladies, okay?"

Since he had arrived to help us, I did not take my eyes off him. He was dressed in a black silk button down top, with the first three buttons unfastened exposing his tone chest and thick defined neck. The sleeves were rolled up showing off his muscled forearms. His hair was slicked back with only a few strands sweeping across his forehead. But it was his eyes that captivated me. It was haunting yet alluring.

Riruka answered with a smile. "Hey, Grimmy!" She beamed with excitement. "Thanks for that. They were really pushy assholes."

"I could tell since we cut them off at the bar." He then turned to me. "How about you, princess?"

Hearing him call me such an epithet made me feel like I was a child once again who didn't know how to formulate a word. My mind drew a blank as I stared at him. The heat from my lack of words reddened my face. Yet, I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"Orihime, are you okay?" Riruka asked out of concern. "Did those guys scare you?" She touched my hand that I kept on the table, pulling my eyes away from the devious man before us. I glanced at her. She was concerned about my lack of communication.

Taking in a shaky breath, I mustered up a smile. "I'm fine. A little shaken up," I lied to cover up my nervous behavior.

Riruka sighed in relief. "That's good." She turned to 'Grimmy'. "I didn't know you would be here tonight. Yukio didn't tell me when I came in."

"Imagine my surprise when I got to the table to find out it was you Riruka. You usually come alone." He glanced at me. "Introduce us."

Riruka frowned. "You have a mouth, introduce yourself." Ignoring her words, he crouched down crossing his arms on the table to look at me at eye level. My eyes drifted down to exposed skin of his arms. The peach skin looked rough but probably felt soft.

"What's your name princess?" I glanced back up at him, hiding my ogling. His canines glimmered when he smiled. It was like he knew I was checking him out for being sexy.

I leaned forward gaining some level of fortitude. "Orihime Inoue," I offered my hand. "I'm Riruka's cousin."

Uncrossing his arms, he took my hand. His hands were big, warm and rough. I wanted them on my body. "Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, owner of Night Panther. What brings you to my club tonight."

Before I could say anything, Riruka jumped in. "Celebrating her life achievements from graduating college today and no longer seeing her douchebag ex on campus." I snapped my eyes at her. She knew speaking about my ex was a touchy subject since our break-up. He was my first boyfriend. He was my first at everything. But I wasn't much to him but a conquest in his long line of naïve girls. Since the split, I would still see him on campus taunting me with his new flings and eventually a new girlfriend. Watching him almost made me lose sight of my goal. Graduating from college to make my big brother Sora proud. He raised me to be strong, independent, and smart. No guy will deter me from that goal.

And I damn well accomplished it. However, all the prestigious awards and certificates I had won meant nothing today. Graduation was not a happy celebration for me. My selfish ex decided that he needed to propose to his new girlfriend to withdraw any attention from me back onto him. He got up during my acceptance speech and went down on one knee to pop the question. They only dated for three months. It was like a huge slap in the face. The others didn't care, but I was the only one still pissed at how he ruined my special day.

Riruka grimaced at the daggers my eyes were throwing her way. "Sorry," she quickly apologized knowing what she had done.

"I see it as a win-win situation," Grimmjow said pulling my interest back to him. "This place is made to get your mind off the bullshit outside these four walls."

"Smooth," Riruka wiggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

I smiled at him. "How so?"

He smirked. "Dancing, drinking…" he lowered his voice, "…fucking." Instantly, my body formed goosebumps. I tightened my already closed legs feeling the tremors of sexual desire pulsate down to my core.

"Okay!" Riruka grabbed my hand out of Grimmjow's -which I didn't realize I was still holding- to pull me out of the booth. "With all the pleasantries out of the way, let's go dance." I opened my mouth to stop her, but Grimmjow stood up giving us space to leave.

I mouthed a quick apology to him, but he only smiled as his eyes wandered over my body.

Why now?

I tried to keep my eyes on him, but people blocked my vision, and the strobe lights caused me to blink from the brightness. The next thing I knew, I was in the center of the dance floor with Riruka where people made space for us. She started moving her hips as she closed her eyes. The vibrations from the popular techno song pulsing under our feet. She opened her eyes and motioned for me to dance.

I didn't know the song too well, but I started off slowly following her moves the best way I could. Here and there, my eyes roamed around trying to find Grimmjow again.

Where did he go?

Riruka grabbed my hand, gaining my full attention, and pulled me closer to her.

"Your outfit, make-up, and hair are captivating. So, show them what you got. Come on. You got this." She let me go and spun around. I smiled and moved my hips to the song. Yukio interchanged the next track and the crowd cheered. The atmosphere drew out my confidence. I put my hands in the air and danced resonating with the beat.

It was when I twirled around, that I felt the same chill engulf my body. Twisting my head in the opposite direction, I spotted Grimmjow a few feet away. He was leaning against the bar with a drink in his hand and his eyes were glued on me.

I was nervous and excited to know he was watching me. Looking at only me. In a trance, the music slowed down to a sexy mellow, and my body grew hot. With confidence I never had before, I touched the exposed skin of my waist and danced. As my body moved, so did my hands. Touching my thighs, waist, hips, and back. His eyes never left me. He just stood still while the rim of his glass was hiding his smirk.

It was like we were the only ones in the nightclub, and I was his own personal dancer. It was turning me on. My body grew hot, and my lips parted to take in shaky deep breaths. My fingers slipped slightly under the hem of my skirt to touch my upper thighs.

I gazed at him as I touched myself. He moved the glass from his lips and leaned off the bar. He didn't come closer like my body wanted, but it was okay. I wanted him to keep watching me from a distance. My fingers left my thighs to slowly trail up my sides to my breasts, and then up my neck. I spun around to sway my hips and back around to run my fingers through my hair.

Grimmjow touched his neck and then his sharp jaw, rubbing it as his eyes studied me.

Yes. Look only at me.

I noticed the imprint of his growing erection through his tan slacks even in the dimlit club. The bulge was pronounced and it made me wet thinking about how it would feel inside of me.

It's been too long since I was last touched.

Our eyes met. I stopped dancing and just stared at him. He leaned back on the bar, not moving. I wanted him to touch me and he knew it. As if in a seductive trance, my feet started moving to him.

But Riruka quickly burst that bubble, tucking her arm in mine. "Where did you learn to move like that?" she yelled over the music. I looked at her puzzled and a tad bit annoyed. "Were you a straight-A college student in the day and an exotic dancer at night?" I fumbled over my words as she pulled me back to the booth laughing at her own joke.

Glancing back at Grimmjow, he tilted his drink to me.

Does he want me as much as I want him?

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Grimmjow

Watching her hips sway as she walked off the dancefloor made my dick even harder. I leaned off the counter to turn around facing the lines of bottled alcohol on the shelves. In the dimness of my club, I put my glass down and adjusted my dick in my pants.

The princess's seductive dance drew me in and had me calculating how to get her back to my place. Fuck the rules of never bringing a fling home. For one night, I wanted her legs spread on my bed.

Fully adjusted and presentable for others not to notice, I turned around back to the dance floor. My eyes drifted to the booth where she sat smiling at Riruka. I don't know what her ex-boyfriend did to her, but if I ever meet him in the afterlife, I will surely thank him. He sent a beautiful broken angel to my realm of hell.

She must have felt my eyes on her because she stopped talking to glance in my direction. Her eyes widen. Her smile was no longer innocent but cunning.

Yeah, I'm going to fuck her brains out before the night is over.

To Be Continued…

Author's Notes:

The next chapter will be naughty.

Until next week…?

Songs

Blow – Beyonce

Perfect Timing – Tone Stith

Diggin' On You – TLC

Real Emotions – Elliott Trent, Eric Bellinger