Grimmjow Lemon - The Bet

Name: Shizuka Kirihara

Race: Arrancar

Rank: 3 (Because as of right now I dislike Harribel. I don’t know why. Where I am in the series, I haven’t even “met” her yet… So basically in this Bleach fantasy world- There. Is. No. Harribel)

We were all bored. As usual. Aizen had ordered us to keep out of the Shinigami’s way for now, so the more energetic members of the Espada had taken to challenging other Espada to fights. Namely, Grimmjow and Noitra. Not that they didn’t already do that on a weekly basis… Even the more calm and peaceful Arrancar, like myself, were more aggressive than usual. Like just the slightest push of some imaginary button put me in an annoyed rampage. Ulquiorra was the only one who seemed completely unaffected. That’s no surprise though.

“SHIZUKA!” Grimmjow yelled almost in my ear, making me jump slightly. My hand moved without me thinking. I felt the back of my hand make contact with his jaw. Before I realized, I’d knocked him back into one of the pearl white marble columns that were dispersed throughout this place.

“About damn time! I’ve been yelling in your ear for a fucking hour for you to fight me!” He said, extracting himself from the rubble.

“Oh, is that all you wanted?” I replied, “I don’t feel like fighting.”

“FUUUUUCK!!!” He shouted running at me all the same. His path was obscured by someone knocking a whole through the wall. Noitra was trying vainly to get Ulquiorra to fight him.

“Ha! He won't last a minute.” Said Grimmjow who was now standing on my side of the reckage.

“Ulquiorra won't put much effort into it so, Noitra could probably last five.” I speculated.

“If I’m right you have to be my slave for today.”

“And if I’m right you’ll be mine.”

“Deal.” He confirmed.

I smirked certain I would win. Now what would I make him do first? Massage my feet? That sounded like a perfect plan for humiliating him.

Of course, Ulquiorra just had to be in a hurry today of all days and shot a perfectly aimed cero that blasted Noitra right out of Los Noches.

Fuck. I thought. Why? Why! WHY?!?!? There wasn’t even any way to argue with Grimmjow about it. That brilliant green cero had definitely been within the minute.

The horror must have been apparent in my eyes because Grimmjow’s little smirk blossomed into a full blown Cheshire-cat-grin. He strode over and I braced myself for whatever gloating he would make. But he said nothing, simply grabbing me by the hair and proceeding to pull me down another hallway.

At first I was too stunned at this treatment to even find the words to protest. But I soon regained command of my mouth and brain.

“Hey that hurts! You’re pulling out my hair! Let go!!!” I screamed. He stopped abruptly and shoved me into the wall, pinning my shoulders back with his hands.

“I won the bet fair and square. I’m the one who gets to tell you what to do. Not the other way around.” He hissed, then continued dragging me by the hair until we reached a door which I was roughly tossed through, landing on the floor. I glared at him as he followed behind me, shutting and locking the door.

It never even occurred to me to be frightened.

“So, what the fuck do you want?” I asked as scornfully as I could.

He refused to answer me, instead he pushed me against the wall, jerked my head to the side and bit down into my shoulder. Hard.

“Ow!” I whined, “Why’d you do that?!”

“Blow me.”

I couldn’t have heard him correctly.

“What?”

“I said, “Blow me.’” he commanded.

“No!” I squealed, feeling the blood rush to my face. Thankfully, I never turn very red and the room was too dark to see the pink that was probably dusted across my face.

He didn’t seem to appreciate my objection, giving a huff then grasping at my hair (yet again) and forcing me down to my knees.

“Don’t you dare try and back out of this. I won and you know it.”

For a moment I considered trying to back out. But I had this thing where I never went back on my word. I just felt that if I don’t keep my promises then I'm nothing more than an animal. A ferocious monster in the shape of a person.

I could see a bulge in his crotch and my breath hitched as I realized I was mere inches away from his manhood. I tried to shrink away but his grip in my hair wouldn’t allow it. He only brought me closer, to the point where my face was almost buried in the folds of his loose pants that couldn’t quite hide his erection.

I took a breath and gulped as my fingers went to the waistband. His fingers loosened slightly in my hair, lessening the pain in my scalp. I pushed his pants down over his thighs and then let then fall to the floor. Since he still wasn’t letting me move away from him, his penis brushed over my nose as it sprang free.

I gave him a tentative lick across his slit, wiping away a bit of glistening precum. I heard him let out of a breath of pleasure. So I did it again, starting at the base and licking all the way to the tip, tracing a thin vein on the underside of his manhood. For a moment, his fingers tightened in my hair. But not in the painful way as before. As soon as my tongue left him, they loosened again. I decided that he must like that. I continued licking, up the sides, across the head, until his reactions were less noticeable. So then I opened my mouth and took the head into it. I began to dance my tongue around him, flicking it across the slit, then swirling it around him. He moaned and bucked his hips. I pulled away from, trying to keep his length from choking me. He definitely didn’t like that.

He pushed my head back towards him, forcing me to allow him farther into my mouth. I could do nothing but sit there, whimper and try not to choke too much as he fucked my mouth, shoving his length down my throat then pulling it away just as quickly only to repeat the process again. He finally stopped thrusting, sheathing his entire dick in my mouth and throat and then stilling. He looked down at me.

“Well, keep going.” He said.

I pushed my eyebrows together in displeasure. Then did as he asked. I began to bob my head up and down and flicking my tongue out to tease him a little. He seemed to be getting annoyed at that so I stopped and just sucked him. Hard.

After a little bit, he began to moan more frequently and I bobbed my head until he released in my mouth. It was horrible. The jet of cum shot down my throat, thick and sticky, and when he pulled out, I could still taste it on my tongue. I tried spitting some of it out. That helped a little.

“You taste terrible.” I stated bluntly.

He merely grunted in reply then shoved back onto my feet and up against the wall. He pressed his mouth roughly against mine and forced my mouth open. I felt his hot wet tongue invading my mouth, rubbing against my tongue, exploring and mapping out the entire cavern. I tried shoving him off with a small squeak of indignation but I only succeeded at the squeak.

He finally pulled away for air and said gruffly, “Stop struggling. It’s really annoying.”

That really ticked me off. When he tried to violate my mouth for a second time, I stubbornly refused, putting every ounce of my strength into clenching my teeth together and clamping my lips shut. He attempted and failed to force my mouth open with just his tongue. I almost smirked, thinking I’d won.

He took a new approach and grabbed roughly at my 34C size breasts. I gasp and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue past my broken defenses. Even after he’d infiltrated my mouth, he didn’t let go of my chest, although he didn’t squeeze as roughly as he first had.

He pulled away from my lips and nuzzled his face in my hair then whispered, “Mmmmm... They’re so soft.” Right in my ear.

My face burned red. He tugged me away from the wall and slung me easily over his shoulder. He placed his hand on my ass to keep me there and began to grope me, squeezing at each cheek, pressing in various directions. He flung me down onto his bed stomach first and sat on the backs of my knees. His hands kneaded my butt. He passed them up over each cheek towards my waist band, fastened his fingers under it then pulled them all the way off, leaving my lower half exposed, save for my red lacy panties. He continued to grope my ass. Then I felt one of his fingers flutter over the crotch of my underwear. I gasped at the feeling. He chuckled.

“You must be a virgin. Reacting like that to just a little touch.” He said, then rubbing my nether regions harder, his assumption proven true when I moaned loudly. “Hmm… Why don’t we save this for last.”

He flipped me over, pulling my top off somewhere in the process, exposing my substantial chest to him.

“You’re even bigger than I thought. You shouldn’t wear such loose clothing. A rack like this needs to be admired.” He said, slapping my breasts, grinning at the sight of them jiggling. The slapping and consequential jiggling continued until I nearly began to cry from the pain. My breasts were red and they hurt so much from the jerky movements.

“Stop. Please, stop.” I whimpered, tears in my eyes. Grimmjow looked up, noticing for the first time the pain I was in. He complied, surprisingly. He leaned down and darted his tongue out over my sensitive nipple, flicking it out to dance on the hardening nub. I moaned.

“Mmmm… More.” I gasped out.

He moved his mouth to the other breast and massaged with his hands the mound he’d just left. He took my nipple fully into his mouth and sucked, grazing it with his teeth.

At this point I was too far gone into the pleasure to object to anything he did to me. Actually I found myself wanting more. I was very aware of the hot wetness that was building between my legs. I ground my arousal against his, finding he was very hard again, causing him to bite down lightly on my breast before snaking his way down my body, kissing over my stomach as he went. When he reached the top of my panties, he wasted no time in gripping them with his teeth and tugging them down savagely. He looked at my wet, aroused womanhood and I felt the desire to snap my legs shut. He took his thumb and rubbed it along the outside of the nub, separating my lips and allowing him a fuller view. I gasped as he slid the appendage slowly into me then moaned as he began to move it in and out.

It wasn’t long before that wasn’t enough so he pulled it out then began thrusting in his pointer and second finger. He hooked his fingers inside of me, making a beckoning motion and my hips bucked wildly at the feeling of his fingertips scraping along the inner walls of my cavern.

When his fingers left me, I almost protested but then was stopped short in my tracks as I felt his tongue delve into me. My hips bucked hopelessly into his mouth until he had to hold them down. I pressed my hand against my mouth in a poor attempt to cover the moans when he mapped out the entire cavern, then swirled his tongue in a circle. It wasn’t long until I came and he drank up every last drop. He crawled back up my body then kissed me, making me taste myself. I felt him spread my legs apart then ram into me with his cock. The kiss muffled the scream that followed but it didn’t cover up the pain. I felt as if I were being split in half.

He rocked gently back and forth inside me until the pain morphed into nothing but pure pleasure. I kissed him back to let him know.

Almost immediately, he pulled out nearly all the way, only slam back into me. He pounded me into the bed, so hard that with each thrust I shifted up a few inches. He enjoyed watching my breasts bounce from the force.

Grimmjow grabbed my legs and tossed them over his shoulders. The new angle made me scream. He pounded into my G-spot over and over. I could feel myself coming to an end and I think he was too.

When we came together, fireworks exploded across my mind, covering my vision in white. When it finally cleared, Grimmjow was still on top of me, glistening and panting heavily. He collapsed on me, pulled out then rolled both of us over, so that I was wrapped in his arms, pressed against his chest. He pulled the sheets over us and before I realized it, we’d both drifted off into oblivion.