Originally this was titled Your Lust, the plot-less sequel to my story Your Love, but I decided to turn it into various one-shots featuring Bleach couples. So people please do not read too much into this. This is merely smutty fun; that is all! Chapter fics are enjoyable, but sometimes you just want to get to the point. And there's nothing wrong with that! Let no one tell you otherwise! (lol!)

As usual the concentrated lemon-syrup version of this story can be found either at aff. net or mm. org. The lemon-flavored water version will always be posted at ff. net. I'll have links provided in my ff. net profile for the unedited version to this story.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach or its characters. They belong to Tite Kubo and co. I do not make any money from writing this story. This is merely a work of fiction written for fun and entertainment. I also do not claim any songs, businesses, movies, etc that I use throughout this story. Lawyers: leave me alone, okay?

WARNING: This story is 100% un-beta-ed.

This takes place after chapter 9 in Your Love. This chapter is also dedicated to everyone who wanted Grimmjow to see his spanking threat to Nelliel through in chapter 5!

"Press record, I'll let you film me…" Video Phone Beyoncé

Bleach: Intimacy — Freaky Things featuring Grimmjow and Nelliel

Three years ago…

Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck woke the next morning, stretching her arms above her head and a satisfied purr escaping her lips. "Mmm… what-a night." She stole a peek at the man lying next to her while he snored softly, curled in a fetal position cradling his pillow.

Turning on her side, Nelliel pushed a few strands of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez's teal hair from his forehead. She smirked, recalling how he handled her body, fucking her in the most torturous, passionate, painful, and pleasurable ways she ever experienced.

"How many times did we do it?" The sea-green haired woman whispered, making sure not to wake her boyfriend. She studied the man next to her, smiling as she lightly traced her index finger over the tattoos underneath his eyes. Her stubborn, snoring boyfriend wouldn't allow Nelliel to sleep, no matter how many times she protested, telling him how tired and sore she was.

Grimmjow wouldn't hear any of it. He continued to mercilessly pummel into her dripping cavern, making her scream to the high heavens, and pussy overflow like the ocean rising towards the full moon.

The young woman squeezed her thighs tightly to relieve the ache she felt in between them. Feeling her stomach growl, Nelliel cradled the vibrating organ underneath her palm. There she noticed the bruise on her wrist the night before from the strapless bra he used to tie her hands together.

Smiling softly, Nelliel rubbed her belly to soothe the hunger pangs rippling throughout her lower torso. "I wonder what time it is." She looked over her boyfriend's shoulder at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. "It's twenty minutes till eleven. I want some breakfast."

A naughty idea entered Nelliel's mind and she grinned wickedly at what she was about to do. Lifting the heavy blankets from her nude body, the young woman stood on the bed with her feet planted on either side of his head.

Smirking down at his unconscious form, the sea-green haired woman lifted her foot and wiggled her toes against Grimmjow's ear, giggling when he began to stir in his sleep and swat her foot away.

Muffling her chuckles behind her hand, Nelliel wiggled her toes against Grimmjow's ear again, this time inserting her big toe inside the canal. Her giggles turned into fits of laughter when her boyfriend scrunched his face in a frown, swatting her foot away from his ear again.

"He's just too cute like this!" Raising her foot in the air again Nelliel whispered, "Hmm… I wonder…"

She circled her big toe against Grimmjow's cheek, pressing her foot into the soft flesh. "Hee… hee… I wonder if he's going to—" She was cut-off when she felt a hand grab her foot, lifting it into the air.

"Huh…?" Nelliel wondered aloud. "What the—"

Grimmjow clutched her foot in his hand. With his eyes still closed, he raised his arm high in the air, keeping her foot at arm's length. "What the fuck, Nel? Can ya see I'm tryin' ta sleep? It's too early fer this shit."

To maintain her balance, the young woman leaned forward to hold onto the headboard. She looked down at her boyfriend and grinned. Licking her dry lips she said, "I'm hungry; feed me."

Scowling at her demand, Grimmjow growled out, "Feed you? You have too much time on yer hands. Get in the kitchen an' fix a sandwich or somethin'." He squeezed her foot tighter, emphasizing his irritation with her.

"But I want you to feed me, Grimmy." Nelliel whined while she tried—to no avail—to jerk her foot from his iron-grip. "Please…?"

"Ya keep talkin' an' I'm gonna feed ya some of this—" Grimmjow opened his eyes and his baby blues settled on the bare flesh in between her thighs.

That feral, capital S Smirk she come to love was plastered on his face. Nelliel soon realized the position she was in and blushed brightly. She attempted to close her thighs, but began to wobble when she started to lose her balance. It was difficult to stand on one foot with the other clutched in her boyfriend's hand. She held onto the headboard tighter to prevent from falling.

"I… um… I think I'll go make that sandwich now…" She nervously spoke. Again, she tried to lift her foot from Grimmjow's grasp, but her attempt only made the teal-haired man squeeze her foot harder.

Swallowing thickly, Nelliel stuttered, "I-It's like you s-said… I-It's much t-too… early a-and…"

"Ya know what?" Grimmjow ignored her and began to speak. "I think I'm hungry, too." He wiggled his teal brows and smirked, loving the blush that tinged his girlfriend's cheeks.

Chewing on her lower lip, Nelliel looked away from him and faced the window to avoid his clouded, lusty gaze. "Y-You don't say…"

Again she tried to close her legs, but stumbled when she began to lose her balance once more, thus making her cling to the headboard, desperate regain her momentum. "So… why don't we get out of bed and—"

"Nah, I think I'll just stay here."

. . . .

Nelliel stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes, merrily humming a tune. She just got out of the shower with Grimmjow after another round of mind-numbing sex. The young woman was surprised she was able to stand, let alone walk after the way her boyfriend lifted her body against the cold, tile shower wall and fucked her repeatedly.

The sea-green haired woman was even more surprised to discover that she had no clothes to wear for her weekend stay at Grimmjow's apartment. She put so much planning into seducing him, she didn't even think to bring a change of clothes. Her only attire was the rhinestone lingerie set, which her boyfriend voiced no protests at her wearing. She waved a dismissive hand at him, opting to wear one of his large, white t-shirts instead.

Nelliel smiled thinking about Grimmjow while she massaged a plate with the dishcloth. He was still in the bedroom changing into his day clothes. It was late in the afternoon when they finally decided to get out of bed and enjoy the rest of the day. They planned to go to the beach, but that was when Nelliel discovered she didn't pack a change of clothes. It was Grimmjow who decided they should just remain home to spend the rest of the weekend together indoors.

The young woman didn't protest. She didn't care where they went just as long as she was able to be with him. So in the kitchen she stood washing dishes after preparing a very-late breakfast. This weekend had been nothing less than perfect, Nelliel told herself. Could it get any better?

Grimmjow exited the bedroom wearing a wife-beater and boxers and entered the kitchen, standing behind his girlfriend. "Mornin' babe," he greeted her with a kiss on her neck and a light pinch of her ass.

"Hey," Nelliel swatted Grimmjow's hand away and laughed. "And it's a little late to be 'mornin'' don't you think?" She repeated in his accent while she continued to wash the dishes.

"Whatever," the teal-haired man replied nonchalantly. He lifted the back of her shirt with one hand, exposing her bare ass. He clutched his I-Phone 4 in the other and placed it on the counter next to the sink. Reaching backwards, he smacked her cheeks with a firm slap, the sound vibrating against the four walls of his apartment.

"Oooouuuucccchhhh…!" Nelliel dropped the plate she was holding in the sink, causing suds and water to splash all over the counter and her t-shirt. She reached behind her and grabbed her ass, staring wide-eyed at Grimmjow over her shoulder. "What the hell was that for?" She yelled.

Grimmjow laughed hysterically at her. He reached for his phone, hoping it didn't get wet and said, "Fer this mornin'. That's what ya get fer wakin' me up so damn early."

Pulling her shirt down over her thighs, Nelliel turned to face him fully. Her hazel eyes bore into his ocean ones when she replied, "I don't recall you complaining, mister! You smacked me because I wanted to eat something?"

The fighter was thankful that his expensive device didn't absorb any of the dish water. He touched his screen a few times, activating the video feature, recording his girlfriend's tirade without her knowledge.

"No," Grimmjow simply stated. "I smacked ya because ya woke me up. And I don't recall you complain' when I ate somethin'."

That statement made Nelliel blush, which Grimmjow thought was cute. He recorded her cheeks changing colors from peach to pink in a matter of seconds. He lowered his phone a little bit and filmed her nipples hardening underneath the shirt. Just wait until she sees this…

Folding her arms over her chest and lifting her nose in the air Nelliel closed her eyes and huffed, "That was different."

"Of course it was." Reaching for her, Grimmjow turned her body around and bent her over the sink.

"Wha-what are you doing now…?" The sea-green haired woman panicked wide-eyed while holding on to the edge of the counter for support.

Ignoring her for the moment, the fighter lifted her shirt again and used his foot to separate her ankles, spreading her legs apart. Leaning forward with his torso pressing against her back, Grimmjow whispered in her ear, "I'm about ta fulfill yer fantasy…"

"Oh?" was the only word Nelliel managed to reply.

Standing upright, Grimmjow positioned his phone in front of his girlfriend. "Ya said ya wanted me ta take pictures of ya on my phone…"

Nelliel's head immediately snapped up and she looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend. "You can't be serious! Th-That was just… just a fantasy! There's a difference between fantasy and reality!"

"I know that," he replied, counting every second that his phone recorded his girlfriend's body in high-definition. "And I'm gonna make yer fantasy into a reality…"

. . . . .

Wiping his damp forehead with the back of his hand, the teal-haired man removed his softened member from his girlfriend and massaged her lower back. "Damn, Nel… The quick ones are always the best ones…"

Laughing softly, Nelliel stood and rubbed her back, turning around to face her boyfriend. "I know," she gave him a sweet smile. "But now you owe me because I didn't come."

"I know," Grimmjow repeated. They both looked down at the phone on the floor, covered in their juices. The fighter laughed while the young woman's face turned poppy-red.

"Ohmigod!" She covered her mouth with her hands and cried out, "That's… that's…"

"…funny as fuck…?" Grimmjow chuckled. He bent down to pick up the phone, wiping the contents free with his tank top. "It stopped recordin'. I wonder how much did it get."

He stood and looked at Nelliel's whose hazel eyes were glued to the device in his hand. "Do ya wanna watch?" He suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Heck no!" The sea-green haired woman turned away from him and rushed out of the kitchen to the living room. "That's too much, Grimmjow!"

The teal-haired man only laughed in response, following behind her. He pressed the playback button, watching their fuck-session play on the small screen.

. . . . .

Next chapter: conjugal visit requested by Fostersb of ff. net!