A/N: I am ashamed 😭 This chapter is where is ends unless told otherwise because ya know I'm down for some more chaos!
(If there are any typos, I apologies, I write from my phone)
Content Warning: SMUT, Cheating (😭) if this is not your thing, please you don't have to read❤
Everyone else, I hope you enjoy ❤👄
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Usually he doesn't turn a blind eye whenever his lady started distancing herself. He caught on to subtle hints. When she would smile but never laugh. He would tease her but she wouldn't say much back. Even when he would sneak and hug her from behind, she wouldn't reciprocate the energy. It bugged at him how she would become so frustrated at the little things. Dropping her head phones, looking for her glasses, things of that nature. The moodiness happened often now, but she would not express it to him despite the unknown lengths he explored. Grimmjow looked at his cell. The last text she sent was at seven this evening quiet pissed with him still when she only texted.
'I'm staying at the studio. Don't wait up.'
"Bitch," he mumbled, phone tossed hitting somewhere in their once shared room.
Just arriving back from Hueco Mundo Grimmjow didn't intend to ignore her, or leave her alone but the fight earlier was heated and intense, "I just want us to be normal!"Picturing the tears falling out those beautiful green eyes and all he did was turn his back.
If only he should have grabbed her, fucked her blind just to add emphasis on how much he needed her to understand. Hueco Mundo is his home, where he was born.
Still, he learned sometime ago that home is where the heart is. And being that each time he thought of his heart, he is reminded of the way Belle linger around him.
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The way his broad shoulder are held in her delicate hands enticed Ichigo further. She snuck both hands under his sweater and with the hush desire Ichigo tugged off his sweater, allowing her to explore more of his flesh. Hands skipped up his deep abs to pecs as he looked down to her splayed on the sofa.
Ichigo wasted no time, leaning back down, capturing her lips in a slow dance. Belle moaned in his lips, feeling the protrusion hard in his pants when she grind herswlf against him, aching for him to tear her leggings off and make love to her.
Silent desires itch in her finger tips and indulging in such wishes, soft fingers explore down his back into his pants underneath his boxer briefs, slowly moving to the front where she massage him. Their lips are far from stopping their dance, however added in the fray was Ichigo groans ceasing in her throat. He held himself up, planting his elbows on both sides of her head, grinding himself into her touch.
He moves, kissing her neck, to in between her breast before nibbling her nipple behind the silk material of her bra.
