Indulge (Grimmjow x reader)

Six (Lemon)

Y/n's exhausted and can barely move. She rolls over onto her side and drifted off to a nap. Grimmjow is restless of course, he's poking her in the nose disturbing her sleep, and peeking through her dresser drawers. He had just finished using the bathroom when somebody was knocking at the door. Grimmjow puts on his boxers and goes to check, he opens it leaning on the frame, and sees Ichigo. Ichigo looks surprised, he didn't think Grimmjow would answer the door or answer in his boxers.

"Fuck do you want?" Grimmjow's adjusting himself through his boxers.

"Where's Y/n?"

"Why?"

"I just wanted to check on her."

"For what?"

"None of your business."

"She is my fucking business." Grimm's getting agitated.

"Grimmjow, seriously where is she?"

"Why are you asking like you're her fucking... Are you two fucking?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what the fuck I said."

"If she's your business, then how come you don't know?"

Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo by the shirt so quickly that Ichigo couldn't react, Grimm is staring him right in the eye exuding death, his face is beginning to ball up and his eyes narrowing. His breath is heavy, he's beyond pissed off and wants answers. Grimmjow lets go of Ichigo, shoving him back in the process, and closes the door on him leaving Ichigo's shirt all ruffled and stretched. He stomps his way back into the room, Y/n's bundled up fast asleep. Grimmjow ruins all that.

"Hey." He's shaking her roughly. "Get up."

"Hm...mhm?" She's barely awake.

"Why's that asshat so comfortable just showing up at your door?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you and Ichigo fucking?"

"Why?"

"Answer my fucking question."

"Who are you fucking?"

"That's none of your business Y/n."

"Apply that answer to the question you just asked me."

"Y/n, don't fucking play with me." He crosses his arms. He's so tempted to knock Y/n's head clean off her shoulders.

Y/n sits up, stretches and stands feeling a little weak at the knees.

"Are you two fucking? I'm not gonna ask you again."

Y/n ignores his question and walks out to the kitchen where she grabs a water.

"Y/n." Grimmjow follows her.

"Grimmjow."

"You're about to piss me off."

"Get mad then. Cause I didn't do anything you should be mad at."

Grimmjow turns back into the room and grabs his clothes quickly putting them on. He doesn't dare look at Y/n until she walks to the door grabbing the handle to show him out. She can read his face, his blood is boiling. "Don't look at me that way, I'm just trying to make sure the door doesn't hit you on the way out." She smiled as she made her slick remark. Grimmjow's eye twitches, and he backs her into the wall yet again, she lets go of the knob, and he's balling up his fists. Y/n looks at his hands and her eyes dot back up at his.

"Watcha gonna do Grimmjow? Hit me? Get out."

"And if I did?" He steps closer.

"You fucking won't."