Damien Kova
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Behind Ichigo's Back (WIP)
🕑 Added 2024-03-18 17:00:11 +0000 UTCHaving to go to the bathroom during class wasn’t exactly something that new for Orihime, but the blush that was on her cheeks as she rushed her way out of the room certainly was. Fortunately for her, no one sent a text to her phone as she was making her way through the halls. Which meant that Ichigo wasn’t texting her to ask if she was okay. On one hand, it worried her that he didn’t check on her. But on the other hand, when she spotted Omeada waiting outside of the girl’s bathroom for her, Orihime knew that it would be better if Ichigo didn’t try to contact her.
Omeada couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he watched her turn into the bathroom without missing a beat. Since he wasn’t using one of those fake bodies right now, he didn’t have to worry about the average human seeing him fooling around with Orihime. Which was great for being able to tease her. But there was still a slight concern in the back of his mind about her friends seeing him. If Ichigo caught him fooling around with his girlfriend, there’s no telling just what would happen.
Fortunately, understanding how oblivious Ichigo could be when it didn’t involve his friends being safe, Omeada was confident that he was in the clear. Especially when he looked through the halls to see if anyone else was around before following Orihime into the bathroom.
“Did you have to come find me while I’m in class? I thought we had a deal that you wouldn’t do anything in public?” The blush that was on Orihime’s cheeks began to grow darker as she stepped into a stall and didn’t close the door, allowing Omeada to do that for her. “You don’t want to get caught, after all…”
“You’re right, I don’t. But the average person isn’t going to see me. And besides…” Omeada smirked as he leaned over Orihime, his lips only inches away from hers. “You love it when you have my attention in public. That’s why I tried so hard to get stationed here. Nobody believed that Ichigo would need the help but as soon as I said it was just to be insurance to keep his friend safe, there wasn’t any argument.”
Orihime watched a massive smirk come to Omeada’s face, noticing that he wasn’t hiding just how excited he was to be in here with her. “W-Well… Yeah, but we had a deal…”
“Not really. You just asked if I would keep things private if I wanted your attention. And I told you that I would think about it.~” Omeada couldn’t stop himself from chuckling as he pulled away from Orihime, watching the blush on her cheeks start to fade. “You took that and ran with it, but I never agreed to keep things in your home.”
Orihime let out a heavy breath as she turned her head to the side, realizing that he had a point. She didn’t know if he was telling the full truth or just trying to twist things, but it didn’t exactly matter. “F-Fine… But what do you want this time…?” Before anything was said, Orihime felt Omeada’s hand latching onto her breast through her top. The blush that was fading immediately came back, turning a deep shade of red against her fair cheeks. “O-Omea--”
She was unable to get his name out of her mouth before he caught her in a deep and passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that she wanted to share with Ichigo only, his tongue pushing into her mouth and dominating the display of affection. Almost as soon as his tongue entered her mouth, his hand started to knead and toy with her breast, his fingers sinking into her soft titflesh through her top. At least, that was until his other hand slithered its way underneath her clothes so that he could cop a feel of her bare chest.
Omeada pulled away from Orihime to look her in the eyes as he groped her, pinching one of her nipples while squeezing her other breast. “You ask what I want this time… I want to play with my new toy. That’s not a problem, is it?~” He didn’t give her a chance to say anything before pulling her top over her massive breasts, playfully gasping at the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Such a naughty girl. I thought a girl of your size would need a bra to get by day to day. But I guess you’re one of the lucky ones.~”
Orihime couldn’t bring herself to say anything as he began to fondle her chest once again. In the back of her mind, she knew that she shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as she was. But as his fingers sank into her breasts, his grip tightened on her body, and she looked down to see his cock struggling against his clothes, something inside her just craved his touch. Something deep down craved the treatment he was giving her. And maybe that was why Omeada felt so entitled to her body like he was.
However, this didn’t last too long before Omeada turned Orihime’s body around, making her face the bathroom wall while her rear end pressed against his crotch. Without a moment of hesitation, Omeada flipped her skirt onto her back so he could get a clear view of her supple rear end. “And that ass… It’s to die for. It’s too bad Ichigo hasn’t had his chance to play with it yet.~”
Orihime groaned as she felt his hands caressing her rear end, giving it a few quick spanks and watching it jiggle. “A-Are you just going to ogle at it…? I… I know you want to take your time but… I can’t take too long without someone in class getting suspicious…”
A heavy, almost disappointed sigh left Omeada at the reminder. “Shit… Yeah, you’re right. I might as well take advantage while I can. Only to send you back dripping my cum down your leg.~”
A sharp breath left Orihime when she felt Omeada’s throbbing cock pressing against her cheeks under her skirt. It was clear that he wanted to tease her more than anything right now, but he wasn’t going to get her in trouble and make people suspicious that something was going on. The heat that radiated from his member felt wonderful the last few times she got to experience it. But there was something about this one that made it feel different. Better. More enticing than the other times.
Maybe it was because they were in public again. Maybe it was because Ichigo was only one text away and she could always make this stop at any moment. Or maybe it was the fact that another girl walked into the bathroom while Orihime was in it, causing her heart rate to spike just as Omeada slowly and carefully filled her pussy with his shaft. Inch after inch pushed into her cunt and stretched her inner walls, causing her to moan before she was able to stop herself.
But, of course, that only pushed Omeada to do better than he currently was. He heard the other girl’s shoes click against the floor, her turning toward the stall. “Well? You don’t want her catching us, do you?~”
Orihime stayed silent for a moment, hoping that the silence would cause the girl to ignore the sound she made and go about her business. Unfortunately, that was when there was a gentle knock on the stall followed by a gentle ‘Are you okay?’ Taking a deep breath, Orihime nodded her head and cleared her throat. “Y-Yes, I’m alright. Just… I don’t know. I didn’t expect that noise to come out of me.”
With a giggle following her horrible excuse, Orihime seemed to give herself and Omeada the time they needed. The girl immediately went back into her own stall and began to ignore them. “T-Thank you…” Orihime whispered, hoping that there would be no more interruptions before Omeada was done with her.
However, as Omeada began to work himself into a proper rhythm, fucking Orihime in the bathroom stall, Orihime knew that she wouldn’t be able to keep herself quiet. She quickly brought one of her hands to her mouth to keep it covered, hoping it would be enough to not let the girl hear the moans that were leaving her. And for a moment, it was. Omeada was busy feeling up her supple ass cheeks as he fucked her, giving her shapely cheeks a quick spank from time to time. And the stranger didn’t seem to notice that it was happening.
Unfortunately for Orihime, that’s when Omeada changed things up. Before she knew it, one of his hands was pulling on her long hair while the other grabbed onto her face, two of his fingers tugging on the corner of her mouth. Of course, with his fingers in her mouth, she was unable to keep herself quiet anymore. So when he picked up the pace of his thrusts, fucking her into the wall like there was no tomorrow, there was no way Orihime could keep herself quiet. Even with her hand covering her mouth, the gap Omeada’s hand caused was enough to make her moans spill free into the bathroom.
Fortunately, that girl didn’t say anything to Orihime, instead deciding to dash out of the bathroom like there was no tomorrow. “Oh no…”
“Oh well!~” Omeada couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he tugged on Orihime’s hair so that her head was cocked back far enough for her to be able to look him in the face. “I guess we won’t have to worry about you being quiet anymore.~”
It was clear to Orihime at that moment that Omeada wasn’t scared about some human catching on to what they were doing. And that seemed to spark something inside of her that she hadn’t felt before. Of course, she didn’t want to be cheating on Ichigo like she was, but to have someone who was unashamed in the desire he had for her? It caused her to feel more special than it should have. Especially since Omeada didn’t hesitate to lean down and steal another kiss from her.
However, Orihime was quick to return this kiss, eagerly accepting his affection as her pleasure and lust started to skyrocket. She knew that she shouldn’t feel good due to him of all people, but the way he treated her was just too good for her to ignore. And when he pulled away from the kiss and spat in her mouth, Orihime found herself instinctively closing her mouth and swallowing.
Relishing in the way that he was treating her, Omeada didn’t show any hesitation as he buried each and every inch of his dick into Orihime, with the intent of pumping every drop of his cum into her pussy. He didn’t know if he would be able to get a human pregnant while being just a spirit, but it wasn’t going to stop him from trying with her. She would be the perfect test subject for him.
On the other hand, as Orihime felt Omeada throbbing and pulsing inside of her she was thrown over the edge and into an orgasm as well. The sudden blast of heat pumping into her womb caused her to reach the peak of her pleasure, her inner walls clamping down like a vice around the cock that was currently erupting into her. She tried milking every drop of cum that she could from him, enjoying the feeling of her inner walls being painted a thick shade of white.
However, it was at that moment that Omeada pulled out of Orihime’s tight snatch and chuckled as he watched his cum start dripping down her thighs and onto the floor beneath them. “Perfect.~” With a loud and shameless laugh, he quickly swatted her ass cheek and watched it turn red, whistling in joy. “Let’s see you make your way back to class while dripping like this.~”
With the pleasure that she felt still surging through her, Orihime didn’t know what to say or do at this moment. She needed to make her way back to class, but the feeling of Omeada’s cock leaving her empty and dripping made her feel like something was missing from her life. A heavy sigh left her lips as she tried to straighten herself out in the stall. It was easy for her to feel his cum dripping down her ass and onto her thighs, only to then drip onto the floor underneath her. “O-Omeada…”
“Don’t start begging for more, Orihime. I know you want it, but you’ve got to get back before anyone worries about you.” Omeada couldn’t stop himself from chuckling as he stepped out of the stall and gestured for Orihime to leave. “I’ll be waiting for you once school ends. Got that?”
“Y-Yeah…” Orihime let out a shaky breath, the pleasure he brought her still radiating through her. But she didn’t question him at this point. Not when she knew he was right. She quickly made her way out of the stall and bathroom, making her way into the hall and toward the classroom. However, she passed by another few students who looked her way, almost like they were surprised. Being who she was, Orihime was used to looks from students who didn’t know her, all of them naturally wondering about her breast size. But with Omeada’s cum dripping down her thigh, she didn’t know if those students could see a shinigami’s cum or if it was the natural curiosity about her body.
