Bleach - [Yammy/Rori] - Flay
Porn-off fic for stormcoming. Originally posted here.
Title: Flay
Pairing: Yammy/Rori
She's a scrawny bitch, barely worth the work that it takes to pin her down and keep her spread long enough to put it in her cunt. But, girls aren't exactly easy in Hueco Mundo. It's the survival of the fittest, after all, and those that survive learn how to defend themselves pretty fast. But, Aizen's gotten a little too happy in making them lately and weak shits like this one and the retarded kid keep coming.
Yammy figures it's part of his job, his duty as an espada to put these finicky bitches in their places. It doesn't matter. If Aizen's bothered, Ulquiorra will put in some words for him. Skinny little shit didn't look it, but he had balls. Ulquiorra could tell Aizen how things were and could usually get a lot better outcome than Yammy could if he tried. It didn't matter. This cunt would be lucky if she could talk, much less walk for a week after he was through.
He gave her another slap. Nothing hard. Seemed like the little shit couldn't handle more than a couple smacks before she was flying against walls. Not that he couldn't just pick her up, but he at least wanted her conscious for the first half. He wasn't Szayel Aporro or shit like that. He liked to feel them squirming, hear them moaning.
And yes, see that look in their eyes when they knew they'd lost.
"Fucker," Rori spits, trying to pull away. The little pinprick of a knife she had tried to get him with is halfway across the floor and there's no getting it now. She's fucked and she knows it, one pigtail ripped half out.
"Didn't ask for your opinion." And he doesn't want it, either, so he wastes no time in jerking what's left of the little slut's skirt clean off, exposing a tiny little cunt, practically twitching in fear like the rest of her.
He slides a finger up her, testing her, "Thought you'd be a lot looser." He grins, as she squirms, jerking away. She's choking on her own spit too much to make a proper cero-- not that it would do her much good. Hierro's pretty damn tough and Yammy's even tougher. He pulls his finger out, smearing the juice of her onto the rag of her skirt.
"S'gonna hurt," he says, with an almost sadistic glee as he jerks her closer, all but impaling her on him. She's tight, screaming as her cunt twitches around him, trying to accommodate the girth of his meat inside of her. She's crying already, a fucking disgrace on the floor as she tries to crawl off of him, do whatever she can to ease his weight off of her, but Yammy's comfortable enough and he starts to thrust.
It's fucking pathetic the way she degenerates, not even rocking her hips as she squirms, insults turning to screams turning to begging for him to stop. Telling him she'll do anything, just please...
But he's sick of it, shutting her jaw with a meaty thumb as he grinds deeper. He didn't ask for any of that, doesn't get off on it like Nnoitra might. Shit like this is best when they're moaning, maybe crying. They get too much into the talking and it's goddamn turn-off.
Not that there's any going back at this point. She's breaking around him, against him, and she's slick and hot. And he's spilling into her, feeling it spurt thick and messy inside of her.
And he smiles down at her. "That's more like it."
Title: Flay
Pairing: Yammy/Rori
She's a scrawny bitch, barely worth the work that it takes to pin her down and keep her spread long enough to put it in her cunt. But, girls aren't exactly easy in Hueco Mundo. It's the survival of the fittest, after all, and those that survive learn how to defend themselves pretty fast. But, Aizen's gotten a little too happy in making them lately and weak shits like this one and the retarded kid keep coming.
Yammy figures it's part of his job, his duty as an espada to put these finicky bitches in their places. It doesn't matter. If Aizen's bothered, Ulquiorra will put in some words for him. Skinny little shit didn't look it, but he had balls. Ulquiorra could tell Aizen how things were and could usually get a lot better outcome than Yammy could if he tried. It didn't matter. This cunt would be lucky if she could talk, much less walk for a week after he was through.
He gave her another slap. Nothing hard. Seemed like the little shit couldn't handle more than a couple smacks before she was flying against walls. Not that he couldn't just pick her up, but he at least wanted her conscious for the first half. He wasn't Szayel Aporro or shit like that. He liked to feel them squirming, hear them moaning.
And yes, see that look in their eyes when they knew they'd lost.
"Fucker," Rori spits, trying to pull away. The little pinprick of a knife she had tried to get him with is halfway across the floor and there's no getting it now. She's fucked and she knows it, one pigtail ripped half out.
"Didn't ask for your opinion." And he doesn't want it, either, so he wastes no time in jerking what's left of the little slut's skirt clean off, exposing a tiny little cunt, practically twitching in fear like the rest of her.
He slides a finger up her, testing her, "Thought you'd be a lot looser." He grins, as she squirms, jerking away. She's choking on her own spit too much to make a proper cero-- not that it would do her much good. Hierro's pretty damn tough and Yammy's even tougher. He pulls his finger out, smearing the juice of her onto the rag of her skirt.
"S'gonna hurt," he says, with an almost sadistic glee as he jerks her closer, all but impaling her on him. She's tight, screaming as her cunt twitches around him, trying to accommodate the girth of his meat inside of her. She's crying already, a fucking disgrace on the floor as she tries to crawl off of him, do whatever she can to ease his weight off of her, but Yammy's comfortable enough and he starts to thrust.
It's fucking pathetic the way she degenerates, not even rocking her hips as she squirms, insults turning to screams turning to begging for him to stop. Telling him she'll do anything, just please...
But he's sick of it, shutting her jaw with a meaty thumb as he grinds deeper. He didn't ask for any of that, doesn't get off on it like Nnoitra might. Shit like this is best when they're moaning, maybe crying. They get too much into the talking and it's goddamn turn-off.
Not that there's any going back at this point. She's breaking around him, against him, and she's slick and hot. And he's spilling into her, feeling it spurt thick and messy inside of her.
And he smiles down at her. "That's more like it."