Orihime Inoue liked to spend her Saturdays doing her two favorite things: cooking and watching comedies. Her boyfriend left for his morning workout earlier, giving her just enough time to indulge herself. She had settled down in front of the TV, not even bothering to change out of the oversized t-shirt she slept in, just slipping on some loose pajama shorts. Remote in one hand, a carton of wasabi ice cream in the other, she was ready to kick off the weekend when she heard a sharp knock on the door.
She mildly wondered who would be visiting this early, but figured it was probably just Grimmjow; he was always forgetting his keys when he left for his jogs. After putting away her breakfast, she bounded over to the door, opening it to reveal a tall head of orange hair.
"Oh, good morning, Kurosaki-kun! What a surprise!", she beamed, excited to see one of her closest friends.
"You sure about that, Queenie?" the man leered, turning around to reveal inky black eyes to Orihime.
She froze in place, too scared to even breathe. No, no, no! How did Kurosaki-kun let his hollow take over again? This hasn't happened since high school! He truly terrified her when in this state, the way his black and gold eyes bore into her, his sinister grin looking out of place instead of Ichigo's signature scowl. She quickly tried to shut the door, but a strong hand shot out and pushed it open more. Orihime stepped backwards, hands immediately flying to her temples, but flinched when she realized she left her barrettes on the dresser. With one more glance to her possessed friend, she made a break for the bedroom. Maybe, just maybe, she could get there in time to hold him off until Grimmjow came home.
Just as she was reaching for her sparkling hair clips, she felt the man grip a handful of her auburn hair and yank back, throwing her off balance. She was pushed onto the bed, Hichigo quickly climbing on top of her, his Hollow eyes shining with desire. Orihime was no stranger to being pinned down, but it had always been by her boyfriend (consensually, of course). But not now, as Hichigo's hands roughly groped her sides, grabbing one of her breasts, causing her to wince in pain. His face buried into her neck, biting roughly, surely leaving marks behind. She thrashed beneath him, pushing against his hard chest, but the cruel Hollow just laughed. His weight bearing down on her, she struggled in vain to stop his onslaught. Where the heck was Grimmjow?
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The sweaty, blue-haired Arrancar made his way up the stairs leading to his shared apartment. He took a longer route for his jog today, anticipating the heavy breakfast the woman usually made for them on Saturday mornings. But as he approached the door, he noticed it was slightly ajar, sending him immediately on high alert. Quietly entering, he could hear muffled noises coming from the bedroom, feeling Hime's raised reiatsu, along with another's. "No fuckin' way", he growled, recognizing the other reiatsu. Using sonido, he was in the bedroom almost instantly, seeing his woman pinned, struggling, beneath that bastard orange-haired shinigami.
"What the fuck areyoudoin' Kurasaki!" Grimmjow bellowed, grabbing the human male by the shoulder and throwing him off Orihime.
Orihime scrambled off the bed to Grimmjow's arms, grateful to be free from Hichigo's touch. Grimmjow held a shaking Orihime tightly, while she reveled in the safety of his dark reiatsu and musky scent.
"I'm just here to take my queen", Ichigo's hollow replied matter-of-factly.
Grimmjow snorted, "The fuck you are! What the matter with you, Kurasaki?"
"You really think I'm HIM? HAH"
At first glance, this man did look like Kurasaki, but something was off. His eyes were black, with gold irises. His smile was devoid of the prick's usual self righteousness, replaced by a wide, threatening grin. Did his hair even look less vibrant? His reiatsu was darker, too. Almost like…..his own.
"So this is his other half", Grimmjow muttered, slightly loosening his grasp on Orihime. "Whatever, I'm still gonna kick your ass, you can't come in here tryna force yourself on Hime." He was about to push her out of harm's way when he heard a scoff.
"C'mon, look at her. You know she's already soaked just thinking about finally screwing her ~Kurosaki-kun~", Hichigo sneered. Looking down, Grimmjow noticed the flush growing across his girl's nose and cheeks, her chest rising in quick pants under his arms. Tentatively, he lowered his right hand, grazing down past her stomach, feeling the heat radiating through the thin pajama shorts. He realized he could smell the pure arousal on her.
Scoffing, "Well aren't you just a little slut, Princess", his voice heavy with scorn while she looked embarrassingly to the side. He had always wondered if she still held feelings for the orange-haired kid, but now? Seeing the physical signs? Anger and jealousy were beginning to cloud his judgment, causing a cruel, and probably stupid, idea to form.
"Can he see what you're doing while he's trapped in there?", Grimmjow asked, addressing Kurosaki's body.
"Don't know, don't really care" he shrugged "I'm just here to do what the King was always too much of a pussy to do himself." Hichigo shot a cruel wink to the human still trembling in Grimmjow's hold. This presented the Arrancar with an interesting situation. He could let his woman have the chance to fuck her first love, but that orange-haired nuisance would get none of the pleasure. Besides, Grimmjow wasn't blind; he could admit that he could do way worse than the powerful shinigami standing before him. 'I could work with this', he thought, settling on a scheme. Fuck, Kurosaki will be so pissed!
Meanwhile, Orihime's worry was growing, she wasn't sure how her short-fused boyfriend was going to retaliate, though she could definitely feel his dark anger seeping into her back. She tried to stop things earlier, she really did! She didn't mean to get turned on by what Kurosaki-kun's Hollow had been doing, her body simply betrayed her. It was whatever Grimmjow was planning now, though, that concerned her; she knew that sinister expression he held. Was he going to fight Kurosaki-kun? What if they really hurt each other this time? What if he broke up with her? Sighing inwardly 'Why do these things have to always happen to me, I just wanted one normal Saturday'.
Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed the familiar hands in her shorts until a firm finger slipped between her lips. She squeaked and looked back to Grimmjow, only to be met with an ominous gaze. She bit back a moan, trying to keep her body from reacting. But honestly, it was useless to resist Grimmjow's familiar touch. He was already kneading her right breast through her baggy T-shirt, making her whimper. "Grimmj —"
"Oh, shuddup. Haven't you always wanted to fuck this prick?" Grimmjow spat out, but it wasn't just anger or jealousy lacing his words. She could feel his own desire pressing into her lower back.
Her breath hitched as Hichigo stalked closer to the couple and knelt before the princess, holding the piercing blue eyes of the man behind her. Grimmjow began pushing Orihime's shorts down as the other man's hands ran up her thighs. He took over the task of removing her bottoms, bringing her underwear with them, exposing her auburn curls. Grimmjow had started placing hot kisses along her neck, sliding one hand up her shirt while the other held her lower body still. Hichigo stroked a solid finger along her folds, before pressing hard on the bundle of nerves at her apex. She shivered, but a soft rumble from her boyfriend's solid chest reassured her. The kneeling man grinned menacingly while slowly pushing a long finger into her heat. Orihime whimpered, Grimmjow groping her heaving breasts through her bra in response. Once a second finger was inserted, Orihime's left hand reached behind to tug on the blue hair she knew so well, while her right hand tentatively touched the orange hair she had long desired. It was just as soft as she always dreamed, tangling her fingers in deep.
She leaned back into Grimmjow's chest, allowing herself to simply enjoy the sensations. Hichigo stroked her inner walls, before moving closer to run a firm tongue along her plump folds, parting them, relishing in the taste of her essence. Orihime moaned loudly, her knees buckling. Grimmjow moved his hand down to her right thigh to pull her leg up and to the side, giving the human below more access. He took her clit into his mouth to suck while he continued to pump his fingers. Her nails scratched his scalp, eliciting a bite to her clit from the man between her legs. Her yelp turned into a deep groan when a tongue soothed over the bite, a familiar pressure growing in her lower regions.
Grimmjow suddenly felt a hand going up the front of his thigh, but Orihime's hands were both accounted for, buried in each man's hair. Looking down, he saw the man below press a hand against the bulge in Grimmjow's sweats. He buried his face into his woman's hair, stifling a purr as he felt strong fingers massage his member through the fabric. When Hichigo thrust a third finger into Orihime's core behind his sucking mouth, her need burst. She felt electricity shoot through her body as she groaned and shivered under the men's combined touch. She lost her balance, gripping her boyfriend's arms for support.
Hichigo leaned back from Orihime's heat, shooting an impatient look up to the man behind her, letting go of his bulge. Grimmjow backed away from Orihime, spinning her around and trapping her in a searing kiss. She felt his hardness press into her belly as he pulled her t-shirt over her head. Hichigo, still kneeling, pulled her down into his lap as Grimmjow yanked his own shirt off, kicking his sweatpants away. Orihime wasted no time leaning up to Grimmjow's already hard member. She gripped the base confidently, bringing the rounded head to her lips. She swirled her tongue along the tip, getting her first taste of precum. Stroking his length with her fist, she slowly took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around its girth. Her wide eyes met his deep blue, glazed over with lust. He would never get tired of seeing his woman on her knees, worshiping him like this.
Behind her, Hichigo moved her auburn tresses to one shoulder, freeing her neck for his wet kisses that quickly turned into bites. As her head bobbed along Grimmjow's length, he unclasped her bra, freeing her chest to bounce with her movement. He grabbed handfuls of her breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers, her moan vibrating along the Arrancar's length as he gripped her hair, urging her head faster. Orihime felt a sharp bite on her shoulder, causing her to yelp and squeeze harder on Grimmjow's shaft. He groaned and pushed her head deeper, watching her eyes water when his length reached the back of her throat with a slight gag. The man behind her was sucking on her neck at the same time he roughly squeezed and pulled at her breasts. She could feel his erection through his jeans under her, causing her to unconsciously grind against his lap with a moan. Her movements were needy, slobbering and clinging to the taller man's cock as he painfully twisted her hair around his fist. With a rough grunt, he violently released deep into her, filling her mouth and throat. She whimpered at the invasion, though encouraged by a thrust from the hard lap beneath her, she swallowed. Stealing her way from Grimmjow's grip, Hichigo kissed her urgently and pushed his tongue past her willing lips, tasting the residual saltiness in her mouth.
He pulled Orihime up along with him through their kiss. She placed a hand on his stomach, under his shirt, feeling the muscles she would daydream about in her teenage years. She lifted his shirt over his head, while he undid his belt, quickly removing his jeans and boxers. Leading her through sloppy kisses and gasps, he pushed her onto the bed, leaving her laid completely bare before the two men towering above. The human nestled himself between her legs, his growing manhood grazing her thigh. She trembled at the sensation, looking down to see his full length. She reached down, lightly grasping, watching his eyes shut tightly. Pumping gradually, she began to crave his answering low groans. He ran his hands over her stomach to her breasts, squeezing hard in response. Orihime arched into his solid chest, pulling him closer. Her eyes glazed over with want, she managed to breathe out one word.
"Please."
Black eyes glinted, and with an eerie sneer, he buried himself into her with one stroke, relishing in the tight warmth. Orihime gasped; she had only ever slept with Grimmjow, so having a different man inside of her was exhilarating. He steadied his rhythm, bringing forth the most delicious mewls of pleasure from the girl beneath him. She drug her nails down his back, thrashing and pleading with him.
"Would that damn Ichigo ever do this to you?" his chaotic voice whispered into her ear. Her eyes shot open, but she couldn't contain the quiver that went down her body.
Watching the scene unfold, Grimmjow felt himself harden again and reached into the nightstand, pulling out a condom and lube. After preparing himself, he got into position behind the thrusting body. He grabbed Hichigo's hips to steady them and started pressing his wrapped member into the human, who growled in reaction at the new pressure. Grimmjow's bone fragment scraped a strong shoulder as he leaned forward.
"Relax, you'll be fine," he sneered. The human eased reluctantly, letting Grimmjow build up speed with his thrusts. With each downstroke, he pushed Hichigo deeper into Orihime, causing her to moan with surprise. The two men's disjointed movements created an unpredictable rhythm, leaving her disoriented and thrilled. The sounds of Grimmjow grunting above her as he buried himself into Kurosaki's body turned her brain into mush. She had never felt so giddy, listening to the combined moans of these two men. She felt the pressure coiling up in her lower stomach, begging for release. Grimmjow recognized those needy moans, so he adjusted his angle within the shinigami, causing him to lean more onto the woman. The extra pressure sent Orihime over the edge, screaming and writhing beneath their bodies. Her climax brought along Hichigo's, him erupting inside her, swearing her name.
Grimmjow held off his own release and pulled out while the two below him relished in the after shock. Removing the condom and stroking himself, Grimmjow eyed her dripping, glossy folds as Hichigo pulled out.
"C'mere, woman," he commanded, to which Orihime obediently scrambled into her boyfriend's lap. Roughly gripping her hips, he frantically pounded into her. Orihime's forearms rested on his shoulders so she could lean her head back, moaning his name. He ravished her chest with bites and sucks, marring her delicate skin. With one particularly rough bite, he drew blood, but quickly licked it away when her walls tightened around him. Hichigo sat himself behind the Arrancar, running his hands along Grimmjow's muscular back and arms. He began placing aggressive bites along the thick shoulder muscles before licking a line up his neck, savoring the salty taste of skin. Grimmjow purred at the touch, the sound and vibration sending tingles up Orihime's spine. She vocally pleaded with both men for her release; the human male obliged, snaking a hand between the couple to rub lazy circles around her apex. That was enough to send her over the edge, screaming into her lover's neck as her body pulled him violently along with her. Grimmjow threw himself back into the solid chest behind him, swearing loudly and meeting deep, black eyes. Their movements eventually stilled to nothing more than desperate gasps for air before their bodies collapsed onto the bed.
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The three of them laid in the crumpled sheets of the bed, the two humans asleep. The former Espada simply rested, leaning against the headboard with his woman snuggled against, her arm draped over his torso. Behind her was Kurasaki's body, his arms wrapped tightly around her, face buried in her hair. Grimmjow's arm wrapped under Orihime, fingers tangled in short orange hair, his other hand behind his own head. Their legs a tangle of limbs, sticky with the sweat from intense fucking; Grimmjow felt the male begin to stir awake.
"Mmmmm" the orange head murmured as he began to wake, taking in the scent of peachy shampoo and a distinctly masculine musk. He blinked open to see a head of auburn hair, feeling heat radiating along his whole body. "What the hell…." his hands felt soft, pliable skin beneath them, giving a gentle squeeze. He heard the body in front of him moan softly.
"In…Inoue?" Sitting straight up, Ichigo realized he was lying naked next to an equally naked Orihime Inoue.
"Ah, so the jackass is in control again, huh?" Grimmjow snarked, cracking one lid open to reveal a mocking blue eye.
Finally noticing Inoue's boyfriend in the bed next to them, "what the HELL?", Ichigo repeated, jumping back to take in the scene frantically. "When did I get here? Why am I naked? Why are YOU naked? What the fuCK?!"
The Arrancar just rolled his eyes as Orihime roused herself. "Oh, Kurasaki-kun, you're back!", she cheerfully said, a slight blush present on her cheeks as she turned towards him, stretching her arms above her head. Trying to avoid looking at her large breasts that jostled with her movement, Ichigo instead noticed all the marks on her neck and decolletage. Slowly, it all started to come back….he had been sitting at his desk studying for finals when he blacked out; that's when his inner hollow must've taken over. He saw flashes of skin against skin, hands trailing over supple curves and hard muscles, friction between firm bodies, unfamiliar (but frankly delicious) tastes still on his tongue. A fierce blush crept over his face as all the events started piecing together.
Flopping hard back down on the bed to stare wide-eyed at the ceiling, "Goddamn Hollows", he muttered, eliciting barks of laughter from both the one within and the one in bed next to him.
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edit 9-25-22: improved grammar and flow…possibly in preparation for a part 2 ;)