Sexy Bitch

Sexy Bitch


By MasterAkira


Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. The song Sexy Bitch belongs to David Guetta. I am not making any money off of this.


Rated NC-17/ Mature for Sweaty Man Sex


Warnings: AU, yaoi, anal, very sexy men.


Author’s Note: Based on the song Sexy Bitch by David Guetta featuring Akon. I love this song! I was listening to it and it sort of popped in my head…I blame it for this. Some of the lines are lyrics (I changed it to be masculine, sort of). Grimmjow and Yumichika are my favorites, and I am very jealous of both of them, for their steamy sex and because they get to go clubbing. I have finals and can’t go to any clubs until they’re over… Enjoy and please review!

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He moment he walked into the club he could feel the music. It reverberated in his chest and helped to ease away the pain and troubles of the previous week. All stress melted away as the music washed over him in bass driven waves and his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and pulsing strobes. This was where he belonged. One of his friends waved at him from a high table against the wall closest to the dance floor. His eyes scanned the writhing mass. Delicious.


“Hey Grimmy.” A man with pink hair winked at him.


“Shut up Szayel.” He took the free seat next to him, grabbing the shot already waiting for him. “Ya paying tonight?”


“No, I am.” A sleepy looking brunette pushed another small glass at him. “And you need to keep up. You’re late tonight.”


“I had to finish something up.” He put the straight alcohol back, savoring the burn as it went down.


“He’s here tonight. Your slut.” The last person at the table sneered at him. Grimmjow wanted to ignore the posh little bastard, ready to have a quick exchange, like always.


“Yeah I can see him. Ya and all the other twinks here just want to be him.”


“He’s just a diva.”


“And I just want ta meet him, fucker.”


“Fuck you. I heard he got low down with that tattooed redhead who’s always here.”


That was it. “It’s just a rumor. I fucking work with Abarai, and that bastard couldn’t get him ta go home with him fer shit.” Grimmjow practically growled at the male across from him. “Starrk, another round. I’m gonna go fer it this week.”


“That’s what you said last time.” Ulquiorra gave him a disparaging look. “You don’t have the guts.” He got out of the chair and motioned to one of the men near their table.


“I think you need to take a better look at that whore. He needs to slow down.” Before Grimmjow could respond the raven haired man was gone, disappearing into the swarm of bodies on the dance floor.


“He is the baddest thing around town.” Szayel grinned around the straw in his mouth, slipping on a drink as flamingly pink as his hair.


“He’s nothing like I’ve seen before.” Starrk waved his hand and a pretty boy came over with another tray of drinks. As soon as a large bill was tucked into the shorts of the server and the tray was put down Starrk grabbed a glass. “God, gotta love whiskey.”


“If you say so.” Szayel took his new fruity drink.


“I’ll back him up on this.” Grimmjow gave the pink haired male a wink as he put the drink back easily. From his seat he could see the object of his desires on the dance floor. It seemed no matter how many men came up to him he always left a window open so the buff, teal haired man could see him dance. “That’s nothing ya can compare ta yer neighborhood hoe.”


“Go and get him then. About time.” Starrk motioned his head and Szayel slipped one chair over and next to him. He put his hand on a toned thigh. “Go one, don’t wait for us.”


“Fine.” Grimmjow dragged a hand through his hair and stood. Starrk pulled on him until he leaned so his ear was at his friend’s mouth.


“The faster you leave this table, the faster I get to drag Szayel here into the bathroom and fuck his brains out.” Grimmjow pulled back to see a lecherous smirk on the normally tired face.


“Yeah, I’m gonna go get that boy that I’m trying ta find the words to describe without being disrespectful. I don’t think I can do it.” Smiling Grimmjow left his friends and moved to the dance floor, grabbing a cute orange haired boy and moving behind him, rolling his hips to the beat.


“Hell yeah.” The teen, hardly old enough to be in the club turned and wrapped arms around his waist, grinding against him. Grimmjow left his hands wander, keeping time with his hips as his hands explored the fit body rubbing against him. But it wasn’t what he wanted. He moved them towards the object of his attention, watching a tight leather-covered booty moving so seductively.


“Thanks, but I gotta stop.” He whispered in the ear of the tan teen in his arms and pushed him away. He inserted himself behind the man who had captured his attention since he entered the club weeks before and pulled him close.


Eyes flicked back to see who he was and violet lingered on his face, and then chest and groin. “Come on, are you going to dance with me or just stand there?” Grimmjow instantly grabbed leather encased hips and pulled them back against his and moved.


His eyes were violet. Fucking violet! And he had a voice like velvet and sex. “Damn boy.” Grimmjow closed his eyes as they moved together for what felt like hours, the music changing around them but never losing the driving bass. A hand came up and tangled in the hair at the base of his neck as the man’s head rolled to the side, black hair falling to the side as a pale neck was exposed. “Damn ya’se a sexy bitch.” His mouth latched onto the expanse of unmarked skin and he licked and sucked and bit and tasted salt and what had to be the musk of the man’s skin.


“Harder.” The moan turned him on so much, and until that point he wasn’t sure if he could get any harder. He wasn’t sure if the divine creature in his arms meant how he was grinding his hips into the other’s ass or what he was doing with his mouth. So he increased the pressure of both. “Yeah, just like that.” The hand in his hair tightened.


Grimmjow growled around the flesh he had been worrying with his teeth and let one hand slide down the man’s toned stomach to rub across the bulge in his pants. The feel of such hot hardness under leather made him want to turn the man around and suck him off before fucking him into whatever was the closest surface. “Yer such a fucking sexy bitch.”


Violet eyes fluttered open and he felt a delicate hand over his, pressing the heel of his hand into the man’s erection. “Say it again.”


“Sexy bitch.” His voice was low and rough and dripped of lust. “Damn fine sexy bitch.” He punctuated his point by shoving his hips forward that much harder. “My sexy bitch, right?”


“Yeah.” The man turned so they were face to face. “And you’re going to take me home tonight.”


“Fuck yeah.” Grimmjow used both hands to grab his ass and pulled him as close as was physically possible. “Damn ya’se a sexy bitch.” The man closed his eyes and his head rolled back in pleasure, from the sound of the words and the feel of another’s cock pressing against his.


Grimmjow watched as his head lolled back and took in his beauty. He had delicate features and almond eyes in that captivating color. His lips were full and pink and just begging to be claimed. Finally his eyes opened again and looked at him. “Are you going to keep staring or take me home already?”


Grinning Grimmjow pulled away and grabbed his wrist. “Hell yeah.” He headed towards the door, giving Ulquiorra a little salute as he passed the table they had been at, letting him know not to come back to their shared apartment that night.


“I’ve been waiting you know.” As soon as they were out in the cool of the night air the man wrapped his arms around Grimmjow, looking up at him from underneath thick black lashes.


“It’s always better when ya have to wait.” Grimmjow hailed a cab, pulling them both in and giving his address, urging the cabbie to “rush.”


“What took you so long?” The male slid so he was straddling the other man. “I know you’ve wanted me since you saw me.”


“I was waiting for the right moment.” Grimmjow pulled him down into a deep kiss. “Damn boy.” He had been writhing in his lap like he moved on the dance floor.


“I’m glad it finally came.” He ground down and attached his mouth to Grimmjow’s golden neck, marking it and returned the favor from before.


“We’re here.” The cab driver gruffly broke apart the couple necking in the back of his cab, and they quickly moved out and Grimmjow paid him quickly with a nice tip to appease him.


“Thanks.” The taxi drove off and Grimmjow pulled the man against his body as he unlocked the front door and got in the elevator to the top floor. As they were accelerated upwards he claimed the sweet mouth again, watching as amethyst eyes fluttered closed in pleasure. “Hold on and wrap yer legs around my waist.”


The man did as told and Grimmjow carried him out of the elevator and into his apartment. “Tell me your name.” The man punctuated each word with a kiss along his jaw bone, fingers tangling in his hair.


“Grimmjow. Yer?” He managed to close and lock the door, only to shove the svelte body in his arms against a span of empty wall and grind against him, using his weight to press them together.


The man tilted his head back with a long moan. “Fuck you’re good at this Grimmjow. Yumichika. Yumi.” He liked the way the name rolled off his tongue. Grimmjow. He’d scream that tonight.


“Hold on again Yumi.” Grimmjow grinned, finally having a name to match the sight of the sexy body in his arms. He carried them into his bedroom and fell backwards, Yumichika landing on top of him on the lush surface of his bed.


“This is much better.” Yumichika moved his mouth away from the delicious neck in front of him to lean backwards so he could slip his shirt off.


“It is.” Grimmjow couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pale, toned expanse displayed before him. “Yer even sexier than I thought.” His hands came up and traced the muscles, long fingers twisting and teasing dusky nipples.


“I want to see how sexy you are.” Yumichika’s hands untucked Grimmjow’s button-up shirt, pulling it from his sinfully tight jeans. Grimmjow slowly pulled his hands back, propping his upper body on his elbows so the man on him could push his shirt to the side and off of him. “Gods yes.” Violet eyes were riveted to the sigh before him. He knew the man who had taken him home was fit but he wasn’t ready for the rippling muscles that lay under his tight shirt. He couldn’t wait to see, and feel, the legs that no doubt matched the perfect torso and stomach he was sitting on. And the cherry on top—he could feel the huge cock pressing into his ass through a thin layer of denim.


“I can tell ya like me.” Grimmjow groaned as Yumichika rocked their hips together and whispered to the room.


“I was trying to make it obvious.” He bucked up and moaned as Yumichika moved back, just out of reach. “What--?”


“Don’t worry; I’d never leave you so desperate.” His plump lips were puffy and reddened and as he moved back and off of the teal-haired man he started removing his pants and leaned forwards, mouthing the stiff cock trapped in jeans.


“God, ya have a fucking mouth like a fucking furnace.” Grimmjow went back up on one elbow to watch the other’s mouth on him and his other hand stroked silky black locks, each time letting his finger tips brush against a pointed jaw where the bobbed hair stopped.


Yumichika kept at what he was doing as he toed off his low boots and peeled away his leather pants, exposing his bare skin. The man below him gave out a breathy chuckle. He winked. “I think nothing should separate leather pants from bare skin.”


“Yer fucking perfect.” Yumichika just grinned up at Grimmjow and started pulling off his damp jeans, only to find nothing under them. When he had them off he moved back to straddling the tan body, hissing as their hot, bare flesh finally connected.


“Fuck me, please. I can barely take it.” Yumichika threw his head back as he rode the other’s thighs. “Please.” His voice was higher than he’d want to admit but the man beneath him felt so amazing.


“I can see.” Grimmjow grabbed the sizable erection that kept connecting with his and gave it a quick stroke, watching as precome beaded at the tip and ran onto his hand. He brought it to his mouth and tasted it, groaning at how good it tasted. He flipped them over and Yumichika spread his legs and let the heavier man control what they did.


“Please fuck me!” Yumichika arched his back, exposing his neck as Grimmjow set out to mark him even more, all the while grinding down. “I’ve been waiting for you. I…ah! I haven’t slept with anyone since I first saw you weeks ago!” He closed his eyes and fought the blush that darkened the sexual flush he already had.


That stopped Grimmjow. “Ya wanted me the whole time?” He moved away from the body to fumble in his bedside table until he found his lube. He came back to Yumichika, just staring down at him, soaking in the gorgeous sight. “Yer such a tease. Fucking sexy bitch.”


Yumichika shivered at the words. “Yes. That’s exactly what I am.” He looked up at Grimmjow, hovering on his knees next to him and groaned. So much tan skin stretched over sexy, perfect muscles! “But normally I don’t wait if a guy takes so long. I’m glad I waited for you.” He bit his lip and let his legs spread farther apart, teasing one of his nipples with one hand and the other moved to play with his erection, spreading more precome along his length.


“I won’t make ya wait any more.” Grimmjow popped the lid off the lube and spread some over his fingers, positioning himself between Yumichika’s legs as he leaned forward and kissed the man, pressing the first finger into the tight channel he wanted to burry himself in.


“Yes!” Yumichika broke the kiss to let out his cries. “More! I can take more!” He nearly screamed when Grimmjow forwent the second finger and thrust three into him without warning. It felt incredible to be filled by someone else’s fingers after so long. The magic touch found his prostate and he thrust back as well as he could, his vision going white.


“I think yer ready fer me now.” Grimmjow spread more lube on his cock, pushing Yumichika’s legs over his shoulders.


“Gods yes I’m ready.” He closed his eyes and bit his lips arched his back as Grimmjow began to press in. He was so much larger than the toys he had been using since he decided he wanted the sexy man from the club.


“Fuck. Yer so tight.” Grimmjow’s face was screwed with concentration, and he didn’t want to rush and hurt the lithe body he was buried deeply within. “Is it good? Can I move?” Yumichika nodded and opened his eyes, panting as he watched Grimmjow flex, pulling out and easing back in with a delicious burn of friction.


“Harder. I’m not going to break!” Though he wouldn’t mind if Grimmjow tried.


“Yer wish…” Grimmjow pulled out again and slammed back in, snapping his hips forwards and grinding as his balls smacked round flesh. Yumichika moaned and tossed his head and words were forgotten as Grimmjow repeated the movement, over and over.


“More, please!” Yumichika felt sweat pouring from him but he couldn’t care. Not when he was being fucked gloriously into a mattress with the man pounding into him looking like a Calvin Klein model. He was so close. And then Grimmjow, panting, sweating, fucking him so perfectly, changed his angle and he was sure he could come without being touched.


“Fuck, Yumi.” Grimmjow was in sensory overload. The smell of sex filled the air, he could taste Yumichika’s skin on his tongue, hear their combined pants and the sound of skin hitting skin over and over, and feel Yumichika’s arms around his neck, his legs, having fallen, around his waist and the clenching channel he was thrusting in and out of. He was so close his mind felt blissfully clouded with nothing but lust. All it would take was….


“Grimmjow!” Yumichika came, pouring between their joint bodies, as his prostate was still being rammed. His whole body clenched and unclenched as he felt Grimmjow spasm above him and his ass was filled with scalding, wet heat. His whole body went limp and Grimmjow fell to his side, panting in his ear.


It took what felt like a year for Grimmjow to get his breath back. “Ya don’t have ta leave, if ya don’t want ta.” His arm was across Yumichika’s come-painted stomach, but he couldn’t care, pulling him closer as his soft cock fell wetly from the fit body.


“I don’t want to.” He turned half lidded violet eyes on Grimmjow’s handsome face. “Can I keep you?”


“Only if ya stay my sexy bitch.” Yumichika was short enough that he fit perfectly in Grimmjow’s arms.


“That I can promise.”


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End Note: Please review, share the love! I love this couple (so sexy!) and I want to go dancing so badly…