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[sashi-ya]

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ONLY MINE 💦 GRIMMJOW X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 24: PUBLIC SEX

🐙 Requested by: Anonymous: Day 24 and Renji? Or Grimmjow? Afab reader. But just being so needy can't help himself 😩 ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. grimmjow being a possessive kitty. public masturbation and vaginal, hard sex. 🐙 wc: 838 // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

“Grimmjow, honey… you seem a little uneasy… are you ok?” “Do you really think I could be ok with you wearing such a short skirt outside?” 

You giggle, still naïve about the consequences of your skirt’s lack of centimetres.

“Ah… come on, it isn’t even that short!” you joke, as prying eyes of random strangers on that club scan your legs up and down.

Grimmjow grunts at them, he is probably about to use his own hand to poke a hole in their chests. 

“Calm down, babe… they are just looking, you have m-“ you still playfully tease him, getting completely shut by a snatching claw that pinches your cheeks to look at him. You almost fell from your bar stool, as both were sitting at the counter. 

“Shut up…” he barks, as he slides his hand from your knee to under your skirt and up to your core. 

“Gri- Grimmjow… calm down… we are in public ~” you inform him, as if he didn’t know, and especially, cared. 

The blue haired man, well aware of your surroundings, realizes nobody is really watching at you, but only your body… cause that’s with some men, they don’t even care about the human attached to a pair of legs and breasts… 

“Didn’t you tell me you were mine? Let them look how mine you are” he whispers in your ear, smirking before even taking lips from there. 

Your toes curl; you were sure you were finishing this night with raw, hot sex… however, you must have miscalculated when and most importantly, where.

Fingers “discreetly” reach for your thong, moving it out of the way, finding nothing but pure wetness covering your folds. And how could you not, if the moment Grimmjow grunts you are his, your core is ready to agree with him. 

Under your skirt, and the counter, his hand plays with your sex. Touching your clit from time to time, sliding inside your cunt. Your inner thighs tremble, your hand squeezing your glass that’s been empty since a long time now. A little bit more and you are sure you might crush it with your own palm. 

“Gri- babe… s-stop… I can’t” you whisper, trying to make him stop as it has become very noticeable you are indeed being <touched>. 

“Why? Aren’t you mine?” he scoffs, using index and middle finger to slide it inside you in a violent ram. 

You moan, knowing probably nobody heard you over the loud music, but your cheeks turn to fire from the embarrassment -and also since you are very, very close to climax- 

“Why don’t I put my dick inside you, mh?” Grimmjow comes closer, again, murmuring into your ear. 

You gasp, looking at him from the corner of your eye. Where, exactly, he wants to do that? 

“WH-WHERE?” you ask, opening your eyes like two full moons. 

In a matter of seconds, you are dragged against a very close, dark corner next to the bathrooms. Is it the most romantic place? No. Is it risky? Of course it is, but probably you are not the first couple to ever use such “love nest”. 

“Here?”  “Here. I can’t wait no more, turn around” 

You are soon pinned against a wall covered in stickers and who knows what else. Yet, you have no time to care, as your feral lover has lowered your panties until they reach the floor, and his sex has been freed from his black jeans. 

A few pumps get him ready, his hardness has been painful the last half an hour, and he is indeed desperate to be buried deep inside you. 

Lifting your leg just a little from behind, and crunching enough to reach your core, Grimmjow guides his sex into your wet folds.

You whine, loudly. This time you forgot about the rest; every time your lynx lover fucks you everything around stops existing. 

Grimmjow grabs your face in between his fingers. Like claws they manipulate you to look to the side and receive his concupiscent kisses. Tongues in and out, so lewd, so lustful. A picturesque lustful show that probably belongs to a different type of bar. 

“Let them see you, come on… show them… I want them to see how much you love my dick” he grunts, biting your shoulder from behind. His body weight, and the violent trusts makes your body hit the wall nonstop. Breasts plastered against it, that will soon be trapped by his hands… to squeeze them, to pinch them, to enjoy them. 

The sound of loud music and the humid atmosphere reaches you, remind you of where exactly you are. And the thrill of people discovering you adds a special spice to the moment. You know there are probably some eyes on your lustful show. Grimmjow said it himself, and he is probably more interested into showing those exactly how well he fucks his own prey… but what can you do? You are his, and that short skirt was indeed, for him to enjoy… in private, and here too. 

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[writemessybleach]

Aromantic Grimmjow + his platonic fuck buddy + his insatiable yet impossible-to-voice* queerplatonic urge to suck Ichigo's dick.

*bc what is vulnerability

[destruction-but-cute]

I fucking hate this fandom just let me stEP ON THEM

I’m frothing at the mouth pleehaesaese why is the reader always a SUB god DAMNIT

[sichore]

I almost never finish ns///fw content with the Cats but I def don’t wanna promote the view that Grimmjow is just So Super Dominant and always in control because he barely??? knows wtf he’s doing??? the first time they got it on he was all “yeah we’re fukkin hot let’s DO this” and Ggio had to be like “Where Do You Think You’re Putting That Espada Sama SIR”

[sashi-ya]

Hi again! First off, I really loved the Grimmjow scenario from. the Royal event. It was super good! I was wondering if I could request another Grimmjow scenario for the Hell event? In this one, I was thinking a young miko being sacrificed to the King of Hell to save her village? I hope the rest of the event goes well for you! And thanks again for all these fun events you've been doing!!!!

Hello!! thank u so much for your feedback hun! And of course, this event is so perfect for him to be honest, I can clearly see him as a demon! So, I hope you enjoy!! Thank u for your support 💖~

𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏! 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒋𝒐𝒘 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒋𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒛 𝒙 𝒇! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆

➡ tw: so it's bloody and evil and full of fire. people are evil, and they suffer for trying to kill reader. oral. facesitting. rough sex. namecalling. vag. creampie. submission. choking. mouthfucking. Grimmjow's dick is like those monster dildos with bumps and cute things. (like this one)

➡ wc: 2k

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Each September in that village a peculiar festival takes place,

the “Blue Carnival”. But it’s not joyful, there aren’t celebrations…

The sharp blade shines with the red tinted moonshine,

the sky seems covered in blood like it’s about to get the floor of the gallows where you are standing.

“Save your people, young miko” they whisper in your ear, as the cold edge gets pressed into your neck. Carotids pumping hard, lifting the katana off your skin. “It’s your chance, the King of Hell will be pleased with your beauty. Die with honour, die saving us!”

You can only see the people of your town rooting to see from your flesh gush blood, the reddish full of oxygen vital fluid to abandon your body. You have been chosen for the sacrifice, and you finally understand the more they do it every year, the more the devil will ask for… they are not saving the people, they are dooming themselves.

“Any last word, our saviour?” they ask, while they almost aroused, desire to slash your neck. They want this, people from this place are nothing but sinners… “I don’t wanna die!” you finally state, shouting to make the crowd beneath your feet go silent.

The priest pushes you to your knees… filthy sinner, how dare you stop their murderous festival in “the name of God”? “Disgusting bitch, even if you are a miko you have no right to stop this!” he shouts, holding the blade himself, so ready to bury it in your chest.

A smirk in your face gets plastered, just to see you are safe. Safe from them, but from the creature behind him? You are not entirely sure.

“Well, well… so I see you have chosen very well this year, huh? I was becoming tired of those whiny little bitches with the only desire to die… boring sluts…” he says, crushing the wrist from that priest to dust. The blade falling to your side, so tempting for you to grab it. The priest doing the same, right from the gallows to the ground.

He is tall, and his face shows nothing but pure evilness and violence. A mask that resembles a jaw covers half his cheek. Blue long hair, horns, a body so perfectly sculpted, a hollow so big carved over what it should be his belly button. His long claws, like the ones the panthers have, look sharper than the edge of the blade that was about to kill you itself.

“Come here, I’d like to use you instead of watching you bleed” he says, pulling you up. You let him do as he pleases, he saved you and nobody can do anything to oppose such thing… after all, you were his offering.

He slashes your clothes; they were see-through after all. The crowd some meters down from where you are can only appreciate the beauty of your nudity. “You sent her to die because you were thinking of me? Or you were all just jealous of her perfect body?” the creature screams, showing you to the people of your village. You don’t feel shy, he is telling the rest the truth.

His right arm covers your breasts, while his left hand covers your sex from behind. You can feel his abs going up and down as he breathes, since he is pressed against your back.

“Should I show you all how pleased I am with your offering?” he asks, making everybody to tremble, except you. For some reason you are smiling, who would have said the King of Hell himself would be the one freeing you from this society.

He graces your chest up your neck and into your mouth with his palm, his thumb reaches for your lower lip and pushes it inside. Your tongue experience the sharp claw, your saliva covers it all up.

Your eyes have transformed, and while before they looked like victim’s ones are now on fire; you have the gaze of the revenge. Is this unholy god fucking you in front of everyone? Maybe. Is it immoral? Yes, as them wanting to slash your neck for their own sake.

You lift your arms up, you graze your ass against the god’s sex, and the smirk never leaves your face. “Do whatever you please with me, my Lord” you mumble when he takes his thumb off your mouth.

“Surely I will, you remind me of Lillith…” he grunts, biting your neck. You two are making a show, a lustful, sinful, unholy, and perverted show… but who is more depraved? You? Or the rest of the crowd that keeps watching?

You moan, the sharp fangs being buried in your neck are as painful as pleasant; you can’t stop squirming underneath him. And the fact that every person is watching you is as sick but really arousing.

“Turn around” he commands, making you face him. His claws this time carve marks on your glutes. The more he squeeze them, the more you moan into his mouth as his lips attack yours. A kiss so filled with passion show the spectators pure concupiscence.  

When his lips kiss more than yours, he begins going down. Your chest seems enticing for him to devour. And indeed, he does. Trapping your nipples with his sharp teeth, he pulls and sucks. You moan, you whine, and your legs become weaker and weaker. In between pants and the horrified looks of your neighbours and friends you ask, “My Lord, do you have a name?”

He smirks, fixing his dilated pupils on yours. He lifts his index, looking for a moment at the people spitting insults at you two… they think they have the right to. By the simple swing of his finger everything around you turns to fire. People run; people scream. Some roll on the ground, they are suffering the real punishment.

“Grimmjow, Sexto Dios del Infierno” he proudly states, after releasing your breast from his mouth.

“Grimmjow, mi Dios…” you purr, softly caressing his blue locks back as you watch the people suffer underneath you, with your ragged clothes still tugged on your arms. You look like a saint, while the demon itself is devouring you. And for a moment everybody seems to disappear, and no matter how tall from the ground both of you are, you feel like you are already in Hell… and it’s not something bad.

The white half mask he has hanging on his cheek punctures your stomach, as he gets more and more desperate while he licks down your belly button to your sex. “You are surely tasty, aren’t you” he says, using his claws to play with the dripping juices of your arousal.

Grimmjow’s playful tongue opens its way inside your folds, making your knees wanting to join and your hand to grab a fistful of his hair. He is not mad at you pulling his blue locks, he is glad you are enjoying his oral session. But for how long before the God claims his superiority to you?

He traces circles around your clit, he sucks strongly, he uses his fingers to dilate your entrance as he does so. You can’t stop mewling, you need climax, you need it now. “Come, come for me” he states, spreading your legs just enough for you to fall over his face. Your sex covers his mouth and nose, he is delighted with your taste, he needs it to be smeared all over his countenance.

It makes you instantly get to the verge of climax, there is no turning back now. People suffering around you is only making you happier, your eyes are turning white from pleasure. You come trembling and laughing at them, something evil has possessed you, or maybe you were always a demon…

“Hah! You are even better than I expected, now, my beautiful slut, I’m gonna wreak you” Grimmjow exclaims, pushing you back so he can stand up. He cleans his mouth with the back of his forearm.

His fingers round your neck in a sudden and violent move, it makes you cough but you don’t care. He said he is wrecking you; you are not surprised. “You wanna choke with my dick, slut?” he asks, lifting you up just a little from the ground.

You swallow with difficulty, and with your eyes fixed on his deep blue ones, you nod. “Say it!” he demands, shaking you. “I- wantgh to choghke withg your digk” you barely mouth, as his fingers keep crushing your neck. 

Grimmjow smiles, putting you back into the ground and letting you breathe. You pant as you watch him take his coverings off. He is not only big, but he doesn’t look exactly like a human. He has more than a bump, and blue lines garnish his skin from his hollowed belly towards his sex.

“Come on, what are you waiting for? Never seen one of this?” he says, jerking his dick up and down. It drips, and it looks exactly like what your insides might have been wanting for all of your life. Anatomically perfect for your entrance, for sure.

You end up hitting your knees against the wooden floor of the swallows underneath you, his claws tangle with your hair so he has a better grip to move your head. The tip of the demon’s dick pushes your lips open, violating your mouth with utmost violence.

You gag when it hits the back of your throat, and tears burst from the corner of your eyes. A beautiful image of what Grimmjow like the most, someone submitting to him, to his godly powers. He laughs as he pounds hard into your gullet, and you smile even through the blurred vision this is causing to you.

“I’d love to flood your mouth with my cum, but I think I wanna try your slit now” he says, pushing you away from his sex. Your mandible is in pain, and the back of your tongue feels the salty taste of his precum, but you are way more excited with him fucking you now.

He softly kicks your shoulder, so you fall on your back. You don’t need to be told to spread your legs and wait for him to bury himself deep inside you. “Eager for my dick, huh?” he says, kneeling like such a god and pulling your ass over his lap.

“Yes, my God” you moan, shivering as your sex barely grazes him. The anticipation for him penetrating you is killing you.

“Then have it, little whore” he grunts, grabbing your hips so that he can bend over and finally enter you. The shape of his sex perfectly slides inside you, pushing upwards to where your g spot is. You whine loudly, the position allows him to get even deep inside you, and his hips can’t wait for a single second to strongly pound into you.

Your toes curl as he goes feral in and out; his long nails carve marks on your sides leaving the little imprints of his pass as he fucks you mercilessly. You can’t think, only feel, leaving this beast to wreck your body in half so lustfully.

At that pace it doesn’t take much for you to burst in climax after climax, while the Devil himself has the time of his life fucking you roughly. And, just when he wants it, just when he decides it, he gives you the last thrusts for him to finally come.

“Are you gonna take all of my cum inside you?” he asks, panting over your raptured body. “Y-es…” you beg, you want him to flood you with his warm release.

“Just as I thought, perfect little slut” he says, moving his hips with a beautiful organic motion that allows him to finally reach peak pleasure. He grunts, showing you his manly jaw muscles getting tensed and his sharp teeth in a sexy smirk. It feels just as you have anticipated, the warmth and the pressure on your womb making you shiver from pleasure…

“Come with me, I want to fuck you for eternity” he offers you, helping you stand up after your body feels absolutely worn out.

“Sure, my King… ~”

[sashi-ya]

Hi, I really hope you're still open. This sounds like such a cool event. For my requests, can I get NSFW Grimmjow x F!reader for "But I really want him, not the King. " and/ or NSFW KatakurixF!Reader for "Royal’s secrets"? Thank you and good luck!!!

Hii baby! First, I'm sorry for the delay. Second, of course! I chose to write for Grimmjow since I have a slightly similar request for Kata I will post in a few days! I hope you enjoy! thank u for requesting! ❤

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒋𝒐𝒘 𝒙 𝑭! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒕

tw: hard violent sex. Reader cheats on Aizen (the audacity). Grimmy is a knight, Reader the Queen. unprotected, "public" sex. cream pie. "degrading" and no filter speech.

wc: 2.4k

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The king and his knights. From 0 to 10 all of them so devoted to him. All of them, and you. His wife.

Lord Aizen had become the King of your land, and as soon as he placed his eyes on you, you were taken to his palace to become the new queen. But, as much as you find him interesting, there is someone who gets all of your attention. And it’s as forbidden as immoral… You don’t want the king, you want him. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, espada sexta, one of the most violent and precise knights of the royal ordeal of King Aizen.

The many reunions where so many times you enjoyed from far his manly complexion. At first he didn’t notice you, and you were fine with it. The less interaction with any of the knights the better, but it was not until one night that some of them had to be alone with you. King Aizen had left the palace along with the princes, Kaname and Gin and you were made to stay under the protection of the fourth and six rank of knights in the castle. Ulquiorra, a young pal with dark hair and sad eyes and him, Grimmjow.

The night comes, or well, only in terms of hours since in your kingdom there was no sun, no days. Only a dark sky with a glimmering midnight sun, a silver half-moon above a black firmament.

Sitting right where you always do, on the windowsill of Las Noches castle, you admire the endless white deans ahead of you. The crystal trees that would never blossom and the white shadows of hollows fighting to survive on that arid sand.

Your feet hang to the void as you move them like a little girl. It’s boring there, enough for a queen with no other task to do but to exist and please the King. Aizen wasn’t a bad husband, it was just that you didn’t want him…

“(Name)-sama, we are having dinner now. Would you prefer to eat in your room or in the dinning room?” the monotonous and raspy voice of one of Aizen’s most loyal knights asks behind your door. The pale young man of greenish orbs that reminds you of a bat stands right at the entrance of your dormitory, and for some reason you dare to choose the different option for once; “I’ll have dinner with you all, Ulquiorra. Thank you”

When you arrive at the huge dining table, where some knight from the Espadas Ordeal are already sitting, your eyes only search for the blue haired one, one of those who were supposed to be taking care of you. But he is missing. Grimmjow is not having dinner with you, or at least not yet.

“Excuse Mr. Jaegerjaques, my Queen. He should be here at any moment” Harribel spokes for him. From the ones who have stayed at the castle she is the most reliable one to your eyes, so you simply smile at her with kindness and nod in understanding.  

It wasn’t surprising he didn’t get there on time. Grimmjow has never been an espada that would follow orders, and most of the time he had to be stopped by either his comrades or Aizen itself. The man that reminded you of a panther, has always been a little rebellious for the King’s liking, but he was efficient enough to keep them close.

You eat in silence, none of your companions tonight speak or even emit any sound. Sure, Ulquiorra was only interested in his tea and Harribel into finish his meal to walk back to her own part of the palace.

A loud stomp, however, breaks the sepulchral and sterile silence a few minutes later. “Oi, what’s for dinner?” he screams, turning around the big seat where you are sitting. Normally, you don’t occupy your special throne at the table for dinner.  So, he, disobediently enough, would sit right there with his legs over the armrests as if he was no other than the queen itself.

“Grimmjow!” Ulquiorra exclaimed with the higher voice tone you had ever heard coming from him. The savage man of opened uniform, exposing his abs and huge scar crossing his chest, looks at you. “Huh?” he wonders who the hell are you.

“Grimmjow, leave the Queen alone!” Ulquiorra stands up, surely about to cut the blue haired man’s head off with his sword. “Oh… you are the queen?” he asks, getting to know your face closely for the very first time. It hurts that he doesn’t even recognize your existence, but you would lie if you said you didn’t like having his handsome self so near to your countenance.

Your eyes bounce between Ulquiorra and him, in silence and feeling the tension. You can also notice how Harribel regrets being there and having to probably intervene sooner before the two knights kill each other in a dominance fight.

“My, my. Let’s go back to eat, shall we?” you intervene, trying to calm the waters and surely to protect your crush from getting beheaded by the bat guy’s sword’s edge.

Grimmjow, who is in the slightest worried by a sharp blade over his nape, but more about your facial traits, smirks with a naughtiness that could be felt in your bones. His big hands turn veiny from how he squeezes the arm rests of your chair and soon he walks back. And he does It, always burning holes in your eyes with his beautiful blue ones.

He has no respect for boundaries, nor for other’s property. And if he wants to steal a prey from other depredator, he most definitely will. And you, of course, felt like a prey during that short, yet exciting, crossing sights game.

He sits right in front of you, right where Aizen sits during meetings, right were the King would do if he was having dinner with you all. Lying on his right side, he can’t take his eyes off you. A sexy, yet, despot attitude for sure. Defiant and insubordinate, so different from the refined, calmed and collected one that Aizen has. A dangerous attraction building inside your guts, more and more.

Eating slowly, you can’t take your eyes from his either. You see him devour whatever is on his plate. No manners, nothing. You are surprised by how little he respects his superiors, and somehow is the most attractive trait you have notice in him yet.

Finished your plates, it’s time to go back to your usual activities, doing nothing but contemplating a dry world from your window. You stand up, and innocently enough you bow to your inferiors. You own a disgraced look from Ulquiorra, who is obsessed with loyalty and respect and an absent look from Harribel. As for Grimmjow, he doesn’t say anything and instead he accepts your respects as if he was the king itself.

You turn around and walk away, asking yourself if that show of weakness was something Aizen would disapprove but you don’t really care at this point. He is not here, and you are more than ok with it.

Through the white sterile halls of Las Noches, your also white clothes flow as you walk back to your room. You can’t stop going back to the memories of Grimmjow’s face so closer to yours, his scent, a manly and chocolatey perfume, the reddish scar crossing his chest, how renegade of rules he is.

“Well, at least he knows my face now” you think, so absent from time and space that you didn’t notice the feline like presence at your back. His hand as a claw snatches your wrist and stops you from walking any further. You turn around, moved by a violent pulling motion discovering the man in your dreams right behind you.

His smirk meets yours, icy stare, deep blue eyes that somehow look like they were lit on fire. You could swear he looked as if he was drooling over a prey, as if he just wanted to devour you. Frozen, you look at him with blinking eyes waiting for at least a word to come out from his sharp fangs mouth.

In a sudden, violent motion, Grimmjow pushes you against the wall. Your cheek pressed on the wall, your hand over the small of your back. His warm breath on your nape, his whole body crushing you.

“Heh… you want me, don’t you?” he asks, right in your ear, with raspy, sexy voice. You stutter to give him any answer back, it’s not that you didn’t want him, but you are right on a hall of Las Noches castle… you are sure someone will see you. In fact, you are probably even being filmed at in this exact moment.  

He pushes you even harder, the tip of his tongue grazing your earlobe. “Come on… I know you do… Let’s have fun” he insists, the hastily breathing mixing with yours and the accelerated pulse in your arteries. “I- Grimmjow… we can’t… here” you mumble, giving him the exact answer, he was looking for;

Consent to fuck you harder than even Aizen could ever.

“We can’t here? Why? Let’s see…” he grunts, with a hand traveling up your legs under the long white skirt of your Queen’s wearing. Your blazing skin met his palm and fingers, a little calloused from holding his sword, veiny, with rather longer nails that scratch the soft flesh of your inner thighs and even higher.

Grimmjow’s fingers tangle with the lace of your panties, damped fine clothing that covers your sex from the rest of the world. Sex is Aizen’s property, or so that’s what he thinks. It’s almost dripping from arousal, the wet answer to transgression and violent touches. “Let’s make it wetter, shall we… my Queen?” he whispers, exploring your folds with his index and middle finger. Beckoning motions right on your clit, the desperation for moaning, the little string of saliva from the corner of your mouth over the immaculate and pure wall of your husband’s castle.

Your now lover take your arms over your head, just one of hand is enough to press both of your wrists together. His knee spread your legs enough for him to grope his own sex against your ass. First, with his white hakama on, then, after the sash gets untied with his dripping hardness.

“Ugh… God. How come I’ve never seen your face closely? And this ass?” he grumbles, extremely aroused. You whimper under his intense touches, and even with a finger now going in and out of your core. “You want me to fuck you, my Queen?” he asks, always smirking.

“I- yes, yes please” you whine, trying to devise any cameras around you without any luck. Yet, you know, for sure, there must be at least one somewhere. “But you are Aizen’s whore, aren’t you?” he asks, this time mocking you and you are sure it is because of how sluty you are acting right now…But how can someone resist such a man...?

You try to hide your face by pressing your forehead to the concrete, he is right. “You are right, Grimmjow” you accept in pure guiltiness.

“Of course, you are. And that’s even better. Let me give you what that prick can’t… a good fuck” he moans, as he warms his dick with your labia and plays with the transparent sticky filaments of your arousal forming on his length.

Your legs tremble, his hands are now tearing your white attire. Nails carved on your breasts and the tip of his dick barely inside you. You squirm under his topping body, begging for him to go deeper, but still enjoying the sensation of his warm bare little intrusion.

“Deeper” you beg. “Deeper?” he asks, laughing sadistically. “Mhh… yes” you moan back, biting your lower lip.

“You want me deeper? Slut? Come on ask for it, beg for it. What you want? My cock deep inside your tight little cunt? Mh?”

“Yes, Grimmjow, fuck me so fucking hard” you whine, soundly forgetting about where you are and lifting your ass higher for him to get a better access to stretch your walls.

The blue haired knight bites your neck, almost as if he wanted to rip your carotid off and as he carves marks on your breasts he impales you so violently you could feel him up to your stomach.

Sweating, you go completely dumb by how hard his thrusts are destroying your insides. You don’t care, at this point, who is listening or even watching. You know this is most likely your last fuck, and you might as well enjoy it. After all, Aizen will know, and he will make you both pay for such a treachery. But who cares about that now that you are about to burst, and the pressure of your upcoming orgasm is about to bathe Grimmjow’s sex?

“Ooh, are you about to come little slut? Keep milking my dick that way and I’ll make sure you go to sleep full of my cum”

That’s it. One, two, three thrusts, and the final blow. “Cum, my queen” he commands in your ear, so ready to make you tremble, so ready to feel you cover his dick in squirting pleasure.

“Fuck, Grimmjow…” you whine, spasming, with moans ripped and breath in into his mouth, with tongues dancing from the side, with his nails like a panther carved on your hipbones, with him also coming… with his warm, thick release filling your womb, making it drip through your thighs and into the ground. His sweaty forehead resting over your shoulder, normalizing his breath, swearing to the heavens for how good it felt.

You are finally freed from your trap against the wall, only just to be pinned back after he turns you around. “Ugh… cute little bitch… look at how messy you ended up… It’s a shame Aizen wouldn’t get to see that raptured expression…” he mumbles, kissing the commissure of your lips after.

You frown, what does he mean? He is that wary to think he wouldn’t know?

He puts his pants back on and walks a few steps from you, but he doesn’t go away instantly… instead, he stops.

“You know the sex freak, Szayelporro? He owned me some favours and since he manages the security over the halls of this castle… Aizen won’t know unless you tell him… tell me if you want me here again, we can have fun on this blind spot…”

You gawk, and as he walks away so priggishly you fall on your knees.

“What… the fuck was that?”

[writemessybleach]

A drabble of this ✨

Aromantic Grimmjow + his platonic fuck buddy + his insatiable yet impossible-to-voice* queerplatonic urge to suck Ichigo's dick.

*bc what is vulnerability