Like We Used To (Bazz B - Bleach Fanfiction)

Chapter 23 : Mood Changer

An entire week. Seven days had passed since his fight together with Don and the anger was slowly seeping in to him again. The more he thinks about it, the more he wants to pummel Don alive. He wasn't happy that Don said those things to Rin, when they had just gotten back together. He wasn't happy about it and he made fucking sure to let Rin know about it.

His mood was especially volatile today. He was still probably mad about Don liking her but she didn't bother to ask him about it. She knew how badly he would react towards just her speaking Don's name, he didn't like it. She had adapted to him, not worried about how he would take his anger out on someone else.

He was undressing her in a matter of seconds, pushing her down on the bed in an even shorter time and her mind was spinning when his lips are all over her, intent, frantic and rough.

His hands gripped her shoulders hard enough to bruise, but she knew it's inadvertent and he can't help it, so she didn't comment on it. She could only think to protest, to tell him to slow down, to not rush anything. It was always much more pleasant when he pacifies and takes his time.

But when she opened her mouth to whisper "Bazz –", he doesn't heed it. He moves his mouth to hers and captures it in a rough kiss. There was no room to twist away and it wasn't like she wanted to anyways.

He was grinding against her and it's impossible not to rock in tandem. It sets her body on fire and impulsivity aside, she want him to take her now, hard and fast.

"So much shit has been driving me crazy all day" He breathes out between hot kisses "Damn, I need this"

She made a choked noise of consensus, but didn't find the will to speak.

His prying hands tug down the rest of her thong until she was bare to him. His fingers moved straight to her sensitive skin, stroking and fondling rough with a little tact or humility. It's impatient and impulsive, likely meant to stir her arousal as much as possible in some effort to be fair.

She felt his hard cock tenting his pants and knew immediately that he's in need of stimulation. When she slide her hand down his chest to press against the bulge, his body jerks involuntarily forward. "Fuck" He growls lowly "You been thinking about this all day? Been touching yourself while I'm gone? Thinking about me?"

Not today, she thought, but often times she had to when she couldn't stand the absence. She would imagine his rough touches and hard thrusts, his feral sneer above her. Luckily, he doesn't always expect a reply to his words, and his attention has shifted to the pants that was confining his heat.

He tugs them down harshly, just enough for his hard cock to stand, flushed red and eager.

He slicks his palm and fingers with his own saliva, stroking himself and using it as a lubricant for her entrance. Impetuous as usual, he takes no time to thrust forward into her and the intrusion takes a little adapting, but its invigorating nonetheless.

Her body bridles with heat and she buck up into him as he sets his own vigorous rhythm. He moves his hands to her hips, grip relentless and fingers pressing hard into her skin. It's always easy to vicariously live through his unrest and anger when she's under him like this. Each deep thrust and every hard grunt is evident of the latent tumult but she loves it.

She whined when he hits just the right spot and he laughs, teeth shining bright like the flush on his skin "You like that huh? You wanna come? You need me to make you come?"

Nodding desperately, it's impossible not to succumb to the ecstasy. Degrading as it can be sometimes, she has to please him, have to let him know that she loves what he does to her and her body.

The sweet friction was already testing her endurance; the slap of skin on skin even sounds bruising but she knows that how he likes it.

The dangerous grin he flashes down at her sends a shiver down her body, and the desperate sounds that leaves her lips is exhilarating. "You look good like that" The pleasure strikes him in a abrupt flash and he shuts his eyes, "Shit I can do this all day "

"I wish you could" She replied, weakly. She realized how easy it'll be for him to take that opening and chase it, and he does.

He smirks and his pace hastens, if that's even possible at this point. He never goes slow, he always has to reach for the sensations and he doesn't dawdle. "Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?" She arched into his hard frame when he drives his cock hard and deep into her. "You'd like it if I could just drop everything and come fuck you"

He dips his head down, presses his cheek against hers and murmurs against her ear "You like to be fucked huh?" The pressure in her body builds, spills over in the form of needy groans and whines. She closed her eyes, needing to focus on the sensations rather than the appeal of his words and expression.

Her body moves involuntarily, practically jerking underneath him. In another few seconds his thrusts are too fast and too deep and he has her seeing stars, flashes of bright light behind her eyes that accompanied an intense orgasm.

Her cry was loud and unabashed and he loves it. It makes his own race to coming all the more amazing and he growls heavily right into her ear.

He thrusts forward one last time, body shaking as he grunts in pleasure. The heat rushes inside of her, and all throughout her body. Even when he's coming, his movements don't stop entirely. He has to work himself down with fast, shallow jerks. A long groan leaves his throat that's too enticing to miss and she opened her eyes, take in the tight expression on his face. All the veins on his neck bulge, a drop of sweat trickles down his cheek.

He licks and bites his lips as he comes down from his high, a pleased smirk ever present. She waited for the haze to leave her eyes and try to take it all in. Belligerent as he can be, outside or inside the bedroom, she can handle it and wouldn't settle for anything less

"Shit" He sighs heavily, moving off of her. His body is slack and he can't find the energy to even open his eyes, but he's always been thrilled by the thought of filling her up and he has half the mind to do down and admire his work, but he can't.

"Was I any help?" She asked, tentatively, and regretting it right after. But having a hostile partner is draining sometimes and she want to mitigate his turmoil any way that she can

He scoffs "Don't be stupid"

That was all he gives her. Not the most brash or equivocal thing he's ever offered, but when she peered over, there's a little smirk playing his lips and that was more than enough for her.