Disclaimer: see previous chapters

Author's Notes: Oh, my gosh. I just went back through the previous two drabbles and notices that glaring typos! DX I apologise to everyone reading this. I shall make a better effort at curbing this distasteful tendency of mine. :(

OK, this time around, another AU drabble. Sensei x student. And I'm trying my hand at using Japanese terms and honourifics, so if I get anything wrong, feel free to let me know.

Thanks Fostersb for the request, I'll try to tackle it some time soon. Feel free to send more smut requests in guys. : D

And finally, I had so much trouble writing this for some reason. I think I need to brush up on some more pron reading, this felt incredibly blah to me. Thanks Eloni for helping me through it. *3*

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III.

Neliel bit her lip as she tried to grade the test scores piled on her desk.

School was about to start for the day, signalling another day closer to when Mr Takami would return from vacation, and she'd have to give up her post and move on. As a substitute teacher, she certainly enjoyed the different schools that she worked at, enjoyed the different atmospheres it had to offer and the variety of students that had helped her shape her outlook on teaching; but she felt that it was definitely time for her to settle down and find a permanent place for her to teach at.

And after so many years of searching, she felt that she had stumbled across the perfect school. A private school that catered extra attention to its students, Azabu Academy was the right fit for Nel, with students who were well-respected as well as respectful, courteous, and well-spoken.

Well, all except for one, Nel thought wryly.

Jaegerjacques-san.

At the thought of him, Nel gripped her marking pen harder, and tried to will herself not to think about him. It worked. For roughly two seconds.

It was hard to not think about him.

She had met him in a bar the night before she was to start at Azabu Academy as a fil-in for Mr. Takami, and she had wanted to celebrate her good fortune at landing a job at such a great high-school. He'd been sitting at the opposite side of the bar, his heavy-lidded gaze roaming the smoke filled room as he nursed his beer. She hadn't paid attention to him at first, was too busy marvelling at her luck, but after her first drink, she had glanced across and met his gaze, his bedroom eyes striking a nerve within her, sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

She had swallowed and tried to look away, but found herself powerless, and she could do nothing but look on as a slow smirk filled his face before he downed the rest of his beer, the strong column of his throat working as he swallowed, mesmerising Nel. Then, he was on his feet, making his way around the bar to where she sat. Her heart began racing, and when he slid onto stool next to her, she thought she was going to have a heart attack.

"Lemme buy you another drink," he had murmured, his low, rough voice sending tingles of awareness through her body. She swallowed nervously, accepting the glass that was placed in front of her by the bar tender, deciding to accept this one drink since she was in such a celebratory mood. The cool liquid burned its way down her throat, and she gasped a bit as she struggled with the taste. It wasn't one of her usual spritzers, the alcoholic content more blatant, making her feel light-headed in mere minutes. She had decided that that drink had been enough, had grabbed a handful of nuts, wanting to get something in her to absorb some of the alcohol in her system as she tried to make her way home.

She had nodded her thanks to the light haired stranger before shakily gaining her feet, stumbling outside to make her way home. A steadying arm grabbed her around the waist, and she had looked up into his devilish gaze as he effectively anchored her to his side. She wanted to resist, surely she shouldn't let a stranger have such liberty with her person, but his hold on her was reassuring, holding her up when her legs wanted to give way. "Where do you live?" he had asked, setting an easy pace. She mumbled a reply and he had nodded, guiding her slowly.

Nel swallowed as she remembered what followed.

So decadent was that night.

Nel couldn't remember a time when she had come so much; so fierce were the appetites of the stranger, and the stamina, dear God, the stamina. Thinking of the things he had done to her body, the things that she had let him do, brought a flush to her cheeks, a tightening to her lower body, so that she had to clench her thighs together to keep from moaning aloud.

Nel had never considered herself a loose woman. Had never been into casual sex, but that night had been a night to remember. She had hummed to herself the next morning as she drove into work, her body pleasured beyond belief, her mind clear and cheerful as she set out towards the homeroom class that she was subbing for. She had written her name on the board and greeted the class with such enthusiasm. It had seemed that nothing was going to bring her down.

That was, until she called out Grimmjow's name, and her eyes had roamed the room to land on the face of the same man who had made her scream with pleasure the night before. Flabbergasted, she had stared helplessly as he had grinned back at her, giving her a wink. She swallowed nervously before looking away, anxious to get on with the day, pushing her worried thoughts to the back of her mind for now.

When classes had officially finished for the day, she had sought him out, finding him in the academy's weight room. She had begged his indulgence, leading him to her small office where she had pleaded with him to keep silent on the matter of their tryst.

And like in the manner of all things, there had been a price to pay for the sworn secrecy.

He had locked the door and lifted her up against it, taking her without thought to their surroundings, bringing her effortlessly to climax with his steady thrusts. And from that moment, he often frequented her office, demanding sexual satisfaction, his and hers.

Nel sighed as she clenched her marking pen tighter, willing her mind back to the task at hand. She wasn't going to get any of this work done if she kept letting herself getting distracted.

The sound of the classroom door sliding open and then shut drew her attention, and she looked up to see Grimmjow leaning against the door, a lopsided grin on his face. Nel's heart beat faster, her body flushing with pleasure at the sight of him. She gazed at him for a moment more before the significance of his appearance finally registered within her mind. She gave a breathless gasp, her lips parting with disbelief.

"Sensei, you know what time it is."

"Jaegerjacques-san—"

"I don't think you want to argue with me, sensei. Not if you want your secret exposed."

Nel swallowed and balled her fist. Now wasn't the time, she still had the papers to grade. She bowed her head, and cursed herself for getting into this situation, for her dumb luck with men. But no matter how wrong she felt this was, she was helpless against the sensual spell that he weaved. She sat still as he made his way over, his hand touching her cheek before sliding down to slip inside her blouse, cupping her full breast.

"Get up," he murmured, and she obeyed, letting go of the pen she had been holding and rising to her feet. She could feel his hard body behind hers, and the knowledge of pleasure that body was able to bring her washed through her, making her bite her lip to hold back a moan.

"Get on the desk and kneel on all fours," Grimmjow murmured again. Shocked speechless, Nel turned to face him but was stopped by the arm he wrapped around her frame, bodily lifting her onto the desk. She immediately grabbed onto the edge of the desk to regain her balance, trying to shift without sliding on the papers she had to grade when the sudden touch of his hand on her bottom brought her up short. He smoothed his hand down the curve of it, reaching down to the hem of the pencil skirt she wore before lifting it up, working it up past her thighs and her hips.

She gasped at the first touch to her flesh through her panties, closing her eyes as she tried to fight the pleasure and reason with her student. At this time, anyone could come in and find them in such a compromising position. She felt him pulling at her panties, felt them sliding down her thighs to pool at her knees. She clenched her thighs together, embarrassed at the thought of being exposed in broad daylight. They had always done it before with most of their clothes intact, and so for this to happen was a shock to Nel.

She trembled as his light touch explored the outer folds of her vagina, moaning aloud as he pushed one finger inside her. "Wow, sensei," Grimmjow murmured, a light chuckle sounding from behind her. "You're already wet? Were you thinking of me?"

"N-n-no, not at all."

"You're lying. I bet you were wondering when I'll come and fuck you again."

Nel moaned helplessly as he used another finger to enter her, pushing his two fingers deep within her. She lowered her head to her forearms, giving one last effort at propriety. "Jaegerjacques-san, we shouldn't do this here, anyone could—" she cut off her sentence abruptly as Grimmjow placed his hands on either side of her hips, pulling her back so that he thrust his tongue into her.

It wasn't right, carrying on in such a way in a classroom, but Nel found that she couldn't care about that, not at this time anyway.

She cried out as he licked at her, his tongue thrusting steadily in and out of her, his fingers rubbing on the swollen folds, sliding them up to then rub on her sensitive nub. Her hips flexed with every foray of his tongue, and he tightened his hold on her hips, keeping her still so she could receive his tongue. He loved her for long moments, bringing her to the brink of climax before pulling away, his devilish fingers, his talented tongue pulling away from her body.

She let out a wordless protest at the absence of contact, to which Grimmjow merely grinned, wrapping an arm around her thighs and pulling her back, up and off the desk, placing her on her two feet before him. She didn't protest when he pushed her down onto the desk, when he angled her hips better to receive him. She merely bit her lip, waiting, trembling with eagerness. She felt him yanking at the fastening of his school pants, the movement causing his fingers to brush against her sensitised folds.

Nel let out a high keening sound, rearing up from the desk only to have Grimmjow's firm hand push her back down, and the blunt head of his penis probe at her entrance. She was more then ready for him. He thrust inside her wet, tight sheath, her muscles immediately clamping down in welcome. He paused in his movement, keeping still as her slick muscles caressed his flesh, and he groaned aloud at the pleasure of it, of being inside her. "Fuck, sensei, you feel so good."

She whimpered as she felt him pulse within her, needing to feel the drag of his penis, the heavy thrusts that brought her to the brink of unconsciousness. She rotated her ass against him, trying to entice him to move within her, but he wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her hips still. She wanted to yell in frustration, she wanted to pound him with her fists. He always did this to her, whenever it started to feel good to her, whenever she wanted a good, hard ride, he'd purposely slow it down, just to drive her crazy.

She tried to urge him on. "Jaegerjacques-san! We don't have time. Please!"

"I'll let you have it," he muttered, tightening his hold around her waist, his iron-grip prohibiting all movement. A slight thrust of his hips caused his cock to rub against her, the movement eliciting a wild cry from her. He gave another slow rub, then another, and another, until Nel was whimpering, pleading, begging him for release. He clenched his teeth, fighting the surge of orgasm that rose within him, wanting for her to come first.

He moved his free hand, and his fingers immediately sought out her lush breast, its nipple stabbing his palm as he cupped it, massaging her flesh until she arched within his hold, no longer able to withstand the onslaught of pleasure. She clutched desperately at the arm around her waist, her nails digging into his arm as she clenched her inner muscles, her clasp enveloping more of his slow, invading flesh.

The feel of her sheath tightening around him was more then he could take, and he couldn't restrain himself anymore. Giving a low growl, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as he let go and pounded into her. He watched as her lips parted on a moan, as her eyes closed with every thrust, as the delicate flush of imminent release coloured her skin.

The sudden sound of footsteps and voices within the corridor had Grimmjow pausing for but a mere second, letting go of her hair, before continuing with his thrusts. Nel cast a wide eyed look of shock over her shoulder at him, attempting to rear up from the desk, but he mercilessly pushed her back down onto the desk, continuing to move in and out of her. "Jaegerjacques-san, no! Someone's coming."

"Shh," he muttered, not missing a beat with his hips. "I can't stop now, even if I wanted to. Besides, its fucking hot knowing someone can find us like this."

Nel let out a gasp of dismay, trying once again to get up from her position, but he ruthlessly held her down as he continued to pleasure her. The voices drew closer until it was right out the classroom door, and Nel closed her eyes, dropping her head onto the desk, sure that they were about to be discovered. But long moments passed and the voices continued down the hall, signalling the all clear.

Relief at not being discovered rushed through her body, mingling with the pleasure from their coupling, heightening her response. She let out a moan, letting him know that she was getting close. His thrusts were no longer measured, the mindless need for orgasm overriding all finesse. His fingers slid from her breasts to between her legs, and he sought the bundle of nerves between the swollen folds, plucking at it with quick strokes. She screamed, her muscles tensing, her body arching back against him as she clamped down on him. The feel of her release brought on Grimmjow's, and he spewed his seed inside her with a grunt, his body jerking against hers as he climaxed.

He slumped down on her, breathing hard, his body giving last minute twinges of pleasure in the aftermath. It was a few minutes before they could regain their breath, before they could regain their senses, before they could regain their clothes. Grimmjow gave a smirk as he zipped up his pants, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as Nel pulled down her skirt, smoothing out some of the creases, satisfaction evident in the relaxed expression on her face. It was a tremendous prop to his ego, and he couldn't help but plant a long, hot kiss on her lips, using his tongue to rub against hers.

He pulled back, grinning at the bemused expression on Nel's face. He brushed a stray bang from her face before turning and making his way to the classroom door with a cocky swagger.

"Thanks for your help, sensei. I'll see you later in class."