Grimmjow / Orihime NC-17 Attachment
Title: Attachment
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow Jaggerjack / Inoue Orihime
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): pr0n, spoilers up to Ch.240, Grimmjaw has a potty mouth;
Disclaimer: Not mine…. ::still sad about it::
Summary/Notes: This is a sequel to Ownership or Possession, which was a sequel to A Gift in Thanks… yeah…Grimmjaw was threatening mutiny in the form of being OOC during this entire fanfic, so while I struggle with him, enjoy my writer's pain…
A Gift in Thanks
Ownership or Possession
During the entire thing she could tell he was angry, and even though he was being so rough that it hurt sometimes, he never did any permanent damage. They did it again and again until she couldn't take it anymore. She had to beg him to stop in the middle, her hands had lost most of their grip and were sliding off of his sweat-slicked shoulders. Her legs fell to the side after unlatching from behind his back and yet he continued. She cried to him that it felt so good, it felt *too* good and she couldn't anymore. She felt like she would melt into goo and never come back. As she came that last time, she felt the last bit of energy she had flee her body and she laid listlessly beneath him.
He pulled out and sat back. Hands on her knees to keep them open, his eyes traveled over her body the way they usually did before sex. Embarrassed, Orihime tried to close her legs but he wouldn't allow it, simply pushing them open wider. She looked away from his face as the blush rose to her cheeks. It had been a long time since this had made her feel so embarrassed. She could feel 'it' starting to leak out of her. The feeling was strange and she didn't really like it, wanting whatever had been inside her to stay there instead of oozing out while he watched. Her hands slowly moved down to try and cover herself. The action seemed to bring him back and he snorted, slapping her legs closed and pushing them away, causing her to roll to the side and face the wall.
Grimmjaw stepped off the bed and put on his hakama. Orihime looked over her shoulder to watch him. He didn't seem to care as he flexed his left hand in front of his face before pulling on his jacket. His face was eerily calm, and she recognized it. It was the same look he had when she had healed the burn on his back... right before he incinerated that other arrancar that she recalled was named Luppi. He opened the door to leave and she called out, "Grimmjaw...!"
He turned, face unchanging. She couldn't think of anything to say and his eyebrows furrowed a bit. "Don't call me 'less ya want somethin'." He started to leave again.
"Please, don't...!"
He stopped.
"Please... don't..." she said again, having sat up so she could look at him pleadingly.
This time he scowled. "I can do whatever the fuck I want," he snapped. He slammed the door shut just as she opened her mouth again. He hated that fucking look. He stalked down the hall. The eavesdropping arrancar that had been trying to hide around the corner got a new hole in its head as he passed. Fucking wench, he snarled in his mind. He stalked towards the main room, feeling everyone was gathering there. What the hell does that asshole want now? he growled, pushing past the others who were standing outside. Such a waste of fucking time...
Orihime smiled and played with Wanderweiss. The child-like arrancar seemed to have latched onto her and she didn't mind at all. He jumped and played and everyone left them alone. Sometimes, Grimmjaw would appear and give her a brief glance in passing, but he never came over. She wondered if he ever got the urge to play at all... besides those *other* games... The one time he did come up behind Wanderweiss, she thought he might kick the small arrancar. Alarmed, she jumped up and stepped around him to face Grimmjaw with a smile. He looked at her idly for a second, then snorted and pushed her out of the way so he could walk. He did kick Wanderweiss in passing because he partially blocked his path, but considering what she knew he was capable of, it was more of a 'Move yer ass!' nudge than anything else. She regained her balance and muttered a, "That wasn't very nice...!" Upon hearing his responding snort, she smiled.
Ichimaru wandered by sometimes too, and she would give him a quick smile before making a retreat from the immediate vicinity. She had no idea if the former shinigami taichou was thinking of more ways to torture her, but she didn't want to find out. Aizen would also summon her at regular intervals -or as regular as she could guess since she still have no idea how time was passing- and ask her how she was doing, if her stay was pleasant, and all other niceties. She wondered if he was seriously asking or if he just did it to amuse himself at her reactions. Considering the leering look Ichimaru was giving her from behind Aizen, she wasn't doing too well as memories reared their ugly heads in the back of her mind. Her stay would be much more pleasant if she could just play with Wanderweiss and know that it would be only Grimmjaw who would come to see her on occasion. The idea of those cold, long, thin fingers tracing over her skin made her shudder. As she left the main room, Orihime could barely keep herself from running as she felt the slit-eyed gaze following her…
Like hell was he going to ask permission every time he wanted to see the girl. She was his, and he damn well would see her whenever he liked. He didn't sneak around like a little bitch or any other shit like that either. He simply walked to her room, took what he wanted, and left. She had long ago stopped fighting him, which was a pity since her pathetic attempts made it more interesting, but her coordinated movements with him worked just as well.
He walked into her room and scowled. Wanderweiss lay curled up against her. Was that idiot sleeping? A waste of time since they didn't even need to fucking sleep, unless you were bored out of your skull. Grimmjaw stalked over and grabbed the smaller arrancar by the back of his collar. There was a startled 'Huee?' from both of the sleeping figures before he unceremoniously dragged Wanderweiss across the floor and tossed him out, the young arrancar making choked sounds the entire time. The girl was waving frantically at him, too and saying 'Be gentle' or some shit like that. The little bastard was a fucking espada. Draggin' his ass over the floor wasn't going to hurt him.
He slammed the door in the other's face and ignored the whining. The girl was looking at him in that huffy way, like she was pouting. He didn't see the face often and it only served to excite him. She must have sensed it, because the look quickly disappeared. Instead she got that sheepish look on her face as she smiled, her fingertips coming together in the way that indicated she was about to ask him something stupid. He didn't bother to wait for her to start. He grabbed her hands and pulled her forward, leaning down to intercept her mouth. She immediately opened for him, pliant and accepting as his tongue pushed into hers.
Stopping just short of suffocating her, he pulled back and looked up to the window. The moon stared back at him. When he turned back to her, she had that 'I have a question' look on her face and by the time that registered, it was too late.
"What time is it?"
"Time for you to shut the fuck up and get on the bed," was his immediate response. She gave him a blank look at first, then it slowly turned to a deep sadness. What the fuck was THAT look for? Irritated, he put a hand to her face and pushed her back so she'd fall on the bed, since she wasn't following directions. She gasped and grabbed his hand, halfway suspended over the bed, feet struggling to stay grounded. Her panicked look brought a sneer to his face as he waved his arm back and forth. She squeaked and clung to it as if her life depended on it.
Already tired of the game, he lifted his hand above his head. Her feet lost their traction and hit the side of the bed. She fell, bouncing a little before settling. The look of surprise on her face only amused him further. Play time over, he took hold of the tights and pulled. He jerked them hard to finally release her legs. He didn't even bother to toss them, simply vaporizing them instantly. If they were that damn hard to get off, he wasn't going to deal with them a second time. He heard her small noise of mourning. He gave another snort and pulled the shirt over her head. She removed her bra before he could cut it from her, having learned he wasn't ever going to unhook it himself to take it off the proper way. His mouth claimed hers as he discarded his jacket. She felt his hands wander over her breasts and gave a small moan. They continued on to her panties and slid them off with practiced ease.
Before long, she was trembling as he moved inside her slowly. She keened lowly into his ear and he moved just a bit faster, just a little harder. His teeth grazed over her shoulder and her nails dug into his back. Suddenly, she felt herself lifting and she was sitting up, straddling his waist and looking down at him as he propped himself up on her mountain of pillows that Wanderweiss has stolen for her.
"Move," he ordered, head titled to lean lightly on his fist.
She blushed and stared at him for a second. She had never liked it this way because he would watch her, not that he wasn't normally, but it was different when he was looking up at her with that expectant smirk. Her eyes strayed from his as she gripped his stomach. She felt him move, but not his hips, before a finger ghosted over her clit. She sighed and moved against it, bringing herself up a little to rub against the length of his finger.
"Move," he said again, and she moved. Grimmjaw gazed up at her. Her mouth open and panting, eyebrows pressed together in concentration. She was his. He was the only one who could do this to her. As her eyes fluttered closed he sneered. She was completely caught up in herself. Didn't matter. When he got tired of this he would flip her to her hands and knees and fuck her like the bitch she was, because she was his bitch.
She let her eyes close as she moved above him, bringing her body up to rub against the finger brushing at the small bud, and fall back down to feel him throbbing deep inside her. Her voice rose in pitch and she opened her eyes. The smirk was gone and had been replaced by what she could only assume was lust. The intensity of his look made her shiver and she shook her head at him. She leaned back away from his finger.
"Please don't look at my like that," she asked, her voice husky. His eyes remained locked on her as she felt her whole body tighten, She drew up his entire length, and let out a breath before sliding down, squeezing as she did. His eyes closed for a moment at the sensation, then reopened only half-lidded. She did it again and felt his hips move. It must feel really good if he was moving. She put her hands on his knees to brace herself as she went faster.
He was growling softly now, and his eyes shone strangely as he looked at her. She let out a breathy 'Aa' when his hips bucked up against her. Once. Twice. Then he sat up and yanked her forward to let out a groan into her mouth. She felt them switch and she was on her back again, legs around his hips. He pushed a leg down and moved to straddle it and she found herself on her side, hands scrambling to find a more reliable hold than the sheets as he thrust into her hard. She cried out his name and there was a brief pause in his movements. On her knees now, a hand fastened to one ample hip and the other pulled her up by a shoulder. He brought her back against him, hips slamming up to meet her. She mewed his name again as her hands moved through the air, unable to find anything. She cried out and it was then she started to beg.
Grimmjaw let out a snarl. Definitely better this way. She was tighter, and she moaned more, called out for him more. Her hand reach back to cover his and he didn't pay it any mind, but when her other hand came down between her legs to feel as he moved in her, he rumbled. Her fingers formed a second ring that squeezed around him as he moved in and out. He gave a grunt as he gave a particularly hard thrust. She gave another small 'Aa' followed by a high-pitched 'Grimmjaw…!'.
Burying his face into her neck for a moment, he moved his hand from her shoulder to her other hip and proceeded to fuck her senseless. He forced her face into the sheets and brought her to climax with violent jerks inside of her, hitting both of the spots that made her whole body convulse with pleasure. She clamped down on him and he gave a loud 'Fuck!' as his hips jolted forward repeatedly. His grip loosened as he let her slump to the bed. He sat on the edge and gave a groan. She was learning some new tricks. The thought of her fingers tightening on his cock made the aforementioned body part twitch. He looked at her as she dozed, curled into a ball, naked and still glistening with sweat.
He didn't want to leave…
The thought irked him so badly that he wondered if it was his own. The idea he wanted to stay here after he was through was foreign and, frankly, the stupidest thing he could have thought of. Her human stupidity must be contagious. Being lulled into a useless sleep was not a sentiment he could have and it pissed him off. He grabbed her leg and dragged her over, startled sleep-tinged noises easily ignored. She blinked at him and gave a cautious lopsided smile. He gave a noise of disgust and tossed her leg behind him so he could rise from the bed. He pulled his clothes on and yanked open the door, mood far pissier than it should have been.
He felt the other arrancar gathering again and cursed aloud, "What the *fuck* does he want *now*?!" He grabbed Wanderweiss' collar as he tried to sneak by and go into the girl's room. As the blonde hissed angrily, Grimmjaw tossed him down the hall and gave him a swift kick in the ass. "The fuck you gonna do, AA?!" he snarled, glaring as the other arrancar grumbled and kept moving forward. "'s what I thought, little bastard."
He sulked as they went to the main hall. Where ever the hell that idea had come from, he wouldn't give it a second thought. Such things were useless to him, and god dammit so was this fucking meeting…
Notes : Oh my god, I so made Grimmjaw her bitch... He is SO pussy-whipped and doesn't even know it! ::shot:: 0.o Cella, all your fault for mentioning that... ::sighs:: Oh well, Grimmjaw is her poor unwitting victim, and he was being a real bitch about staying IC… He just wanted to fling his personality everywhere, the bastard, and damn near won… =_= If he's OOC, you can blame him… Aizen sure has a lot of meetings, doesn't he?
x-posted to kurosaki_clinic
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Grimmjow Jaggerjack / Inoue Orihime
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): pr0n, spoilers up to Ch.240, Grimmjaw has a potty mouth;
Disclaimer: Not mine…. ::still sad about it::
Summary/Notes: This is a sequel to Ownership or Possession, which was a sequel to A Gift in Thanks… yeah…Grimmjaw was threatening mutiny in the form of being OOC during this entire fanfic, so while I struggle with him, enjoy my writer's pain…
A Gift in Thanks
Ownership or Possession
During the entire thing she could tell he was angry, and even though he was being so rough that it hurt sometimes, he never did any permanent damage. They did it again and again until she couldn't take it anymore. She had to beg him to stop in the middle, her hands had lost most of their grip and were sliding off of his sweat-slicked shoulders. Her legs fell to the side after unlatching from behind his back and yet he continued. She cried to him that it felt so good, it felt *too* good and she couldn't anymore. She felt like she would melt into goo and never come back. As she came that last time, she felt the last bit of energy she had flee her body and she laid listlessly beneath him.
He pulled out and sat back. Hands on her knees to keep them open, his eyes traveled over her body the way they usually did before sex. Embarrassed, Orihime tried to close her legs but he wouldn't allow it, simply pushing them open wider. She looked away from his face as the blush rose to her cheeks. It had been a long time since this had made her feel so embarrassed. She could feel 'it' starting to leak out of her. The feeling was strange and she didn't really like it, wanting whatever had been inside her to stay there instead of oozing out while he watched. Her hands slowly moved down to try and cover herself. The action seemed to bring him back and he snorted, slapping her legs closed and pushing them away, causing her to roll to the side and face the wall.
Grimmjaw stepped off the bed and put on his hakama. Orihime looked over her shoulder to watch him. He didn't seem to care as he flexed his left hand in front of his face before pulling on his jacket. His face was eerily calm, and she recognized it. It was the same look he had when she had healed the burn on his back... right before he incinerated that other arrancar that she recalled was named Luppi. He opened the door to leave and she called out, "Grimmjaw...!"
He turned, face unchanging. She couldn't think of anything to say and his eyebrows furrowed a bit. "Don't call me 'less ya want somethin'." He started to leave again.
"Please, don't...!"
He stopped.
"Please... don't..." she said again, having sat up so she could look at him pleadingly.
This time he scowled. "I can do whatever the fuck I want," he snapped. He slammed the door shut just as she opened her mouth again. He hated that fucking look. He stalked down the hall. The eavesdropping arrancar that had been trying to hide around the corner got a new hole in its head as he passed. Fucking wench, he snarled in his mind. He stalked towards the main room, feeling everyone was gathering there. What the hell does that asshole want now? he growled, pushing past the others who were standing outside. Such a waste of fucking time...
Orihime smiled and played with Wanderweiss. The child-like arrancar seemed to have latched onto her and she didn't mind at all. He jumped and played and everyone left them alone. Sometimes, Grimmjaw would appear and give her a brief glance in passing, but he never came over. She wondered if he ever got the urge to play at all... besides those *other* games... The one time he did come up behind Wanderweiss, she thought he might kick the small arrancar. Alarmed, she jumped up and stepped around him to face Grimmjaw with a smile. He looked at her idly for a second, then snorted and pushed her out of the way so he could walk. He did kick Wanderweiss in passing because he partially blocked his path, but considering what she knew he was capable of, it was more of a 'Move yer ass!' nudge than anything else. She regained her balance and muttered a, "That wasn't very nice...!" Upon hearing his responding snort, she smiled.
Ichimaru wandered by sometimes too, and she would give him a quick smile before making a retreat from the immediate vicinity. She had no idea if the former shinigami taichou was thinking of more ways to torture her, but she didn't want to find out. Aizen would also summon her at regular intervals -or as regular as she could guess since she still have no idea how time was passing- and ask her how she was doing, if her stay was pleasant, and all other niceties. She wondered if he was seriously asking or if he just did it to amuse himself at her reactions. Considering the leering look Ichimaru was giving her from behind Aizen, she wasn't doing too well as memories reared their ugly heads in the back of her mind. Her stay would be much more pleasant if she could just play with Wanderweiss and know that it would be only Grimmjaw who would come to see her on occasion. The idea of those cold, long, thin fingers tracing over her skin made her shudder. As she left the main room, Orihime could barely keep herself from running as she felt the slit-eyed gaze following her…
Like hell was he going to ask permission every time he wanted to see the girl. She was his, and he damn well would see her whenever he liked. He didn't sneak around like a little bitch or any other shit like that either. He simply walked to her room, took what he wanted, and left. She had long ago stopped fighting him, which was a pity since her pathetic attempts made it more interesting, but her coordinated movements with him worked just as well.
He walked into her room and scowled. Wanderweiss lay curled up against her. Was that idiot sleeping? A waste of time since they didn't even need to fucking sleep, unless you were bored out of your skull. Grimmjaw stalked over and grabbed the smaller arrancar by the back of his collar. There was a startled 'Huee?' from both of the sleeping figures before he unceremoniously dragged Wanderweiss across the floor and tossed him out, the young arrancar making choked sounds the entire time. The girl was waving frantically at him, too and saying 'Be gentle' or some shit like that. The little bastard was a fucking espada. Draggin' his ass over the floor wasn't going to hurt him.
He slammed the door in the other's face and ignored the whining. The girl was looking at him in that huffy way, like she was pouting. He didn't see the face often and it only served to excite him. She must have sensed it, because the look quickly disappeared. Instead she got that sheepish look on her face as she smiled, her fingertips coming together in the way that indicated she was about to ask him something stupid. He didn't bother to wait for her to start. He grabbed her hands and pulled her forward, leaning down to intercept her mouth. She immediately opened for him, pliant and accepting as his tongue pushed into hers.
Stopping just short of suffocating her, he pulled back and looked up to the window. The moon stared back at him. When he turned back to her, she had that 'I have a question' look on her face and by the time that registered, it was too late.
"What time is it?"
"Time for you to shut the fuck up and get on the bed," was his immediate response. She gave him a blank look at first, then it slowly turned to a deep sadness. What the fuck was THAT look for? Irritated, he put a hand to her face and pushed her back so she'd fall on the bed, since she wasn't following directions. She gasped and grabbed his hand, halfway suspended over the bed, feet struggling to stay grounded. Her panicked look brought a sneer to his face as he waved his arm back and forth. She squeaked and clung to it as if her life depended on it.
Already tired of the game, he lifted his hand above his head. Her feet lost their traction and hit the side of the bed. She fell, bouncing a little before settling. The look of surprise on her face only amused him further. Play time over, he took hold of the tights and pulled. He jerked them hard to finally release her legs. He didn't even bother to toss them, simply vaporizing them instantly. If they were that damn hard to get off, he wasn't going to deal with them a second time. He heard her small noise of mourning. He gave another snort and pulled the shirt over her head. She removed her bra before he could cut it from her, having learned he wasn't ever going to unhook it himself to take it off the proper way. His mouth claimed hers as he discarded his jacket. She felt his hands wander over her breasts and gave a small moan. They continued on to her panties and slid them off with practiced ease.
Before long, she was trembling as he moved inside her slowly. She keened lowly into his ear and he moved just a bit faster, just a little harder. His teeth grazed over her shoulder and her nails dug into his back. Suddenly, she felt herself lifting and she was sitting up, straddling his waist and looking down at him as he propped himself up on her mountain of pillows that Wanderweiss has stolen for her.
"Move," he ordered, head titled to lean lightly on his fist.
She blushed and stared at him for a second. She had never liked it this way because he would watch her, not that he wasn't normally, but it was different when he was looking up at her with that expectant smirk. Her eyes strayed from his as she gripped his stomach. She felt him move, but not his hips, before a finger ghosted over her clit. She sighed and moved against it, bringing herself up a little to rub against the length of his finger.
"Move," he said again, and she moved. Grimmjaw gazed up at her. Her mouth open and panting, eyebrows pressed together in concentration. She was his. He was the only one who could do this to her. As her eyes fluttered closed he sneered. She was completely caught up in herself. Didn't matter. When he got tired of this he would flip her to her hands and knees and fuck her like the bitch she was, because she was his bitch.
She let her eyes close as she moved above him, bringing her body up to rub against the finger brushing at the small bud, and fall back down to feel him throbbing deep inside her. Her voice rose in pitch and she opened her eyes. The smirk was gone and had been replaced by what she could only assume was lust. The intensity of his look made her shiver and she shook her head at him. She leaned back away from his finger.
"Please don't look at my like that," she asked, her voice husky. His eyes remained locked on her as she felt her whole body tighten, She drew up his entire length, and let out a breath before sliding down, squeezing as she did. His eyes closed for a moment at the sensation, then reopened only half-lidded. She did it again and felt his hips move. It must feel really good if he was moving. She put her hands on his knees to brace herself as she went faster.
He was growling softly now, and his eyes shone strangely as he looked at her. She let out a breathy 'Aa' when his hips bucked up against her. Once. Twice. Then he sat up and yanked her forward to let out a groan into her mouth. She felt them switch and she was on her back again, legs around his hips. He pushed a leg down and moved to straddle it and she found herself on her side, hands scrambling to find a more reliable hold than the sheets as he thrust into her hard. She cried out his name and there was a brief pause in his movements. On her knees now, a hand fastened to one ample hip and the other pulled her up by a shoulder. He brought her back against him, hips slamming up to meet her. She mewed his name again as her hands moved through the air, unable to find anything. She cried out and it was then she started to beg.
Grimmjaw let out a snarl. Definitely better this way. She was tighter, and she moaned more, called out for him more. Her hand reach back to cover his and he didn't pay it any mind, but when her other hand came down between her legs to feel as he moved in her, he rumbled. Her fingers formed a second ring that squeezed around him as he moved in and out. He gave a grunt as he gave a particularly hard thrust. She gave another small 'Aa' followed by a high-pitched 'Grimmjaw…!'.
Burying his face into her neck for a moment, he moved his hand from her shoulder to her other hip and proceeded to fuck her senseless. He forced her face into the sheets and brought her to climax with violent jerks inside of her, hitting both of the spots that made her whole body convulse with pleasure. She clamped down on him and he gave a loud 'Fuck!' as his hips jolted forward repeatedly. His grip loosened as he let her slump to the bed. He sat on the edge and gave a groan. She was learning some new tricks. The thought of her fingers tightening on his cock made the aforementioned body part twitch. He looked at her as she dozed, curled into a ball, naked and still glistening with sweat.
He didn't want to leave…
The thought irked him so badly that he wondered if it was his own. The idea he wanted to stay here after he was through was foreign and, frankly, the stupidest thing he could have thought of. Her human stupidity must be contagious. Being lulled into a useless sleep was not a sentiment he could have and it pissed him off. He grabbed her leg and dragged her over, startled sleep-tinged noises easily ignored. She blinked at him and gave a cautious lopsided smile. He gave a noise of disgust and tossed her leg behind him so he could rise from the bed. He pulled his clothes on and yanked open the door, mood far pissier than it should have been.
He felt the other arrancar gathering again and cursed aloud, "What the *fuck* does he want *now*?!" He grabbed Wanderweiss' collar as he tried to sneak by and go into the girl's room. As the blonde hissed angrily, Grimmjaw tossed him down the hall and gave him a swift kick in the ass. "The fuck you gonna do, AA?!" he snarled, glaring as the other arrancar grumbled and kept moving forward. "'s what I thought, little bastard."
He sulked as they went to the main hall. Where ever the hell that idea had come from, he wouldn't give it a second thought. Such things were useless to him, and god dammit so was this fucking meeting…
Notes : Oh my god, I so made Grimmjaw her bitch... He is SO pussy-whipped and doesn't even know it! ::shot:: 0.o Cella, all your fault for mentioning that... ::sighs:: Oh well, Grimmjaw is her poor unwitting victim, and he was being a real bitch about staying IC… He just wanted to fling his personality everywhere, the bastard, and damn near won… =_= If he's OOC, you can blame him… Aizen sure has a lot of meetings, doesn't he?
x-posted to kurosaki_clinic