bleach is back and ichigo is looking damn ethereal. so, have a part two...
Orihime's stomach growled, breaking through Ichigo's warring thoughts. He vaguely heard the couple talking about breakfast, but he was too lost in his inner world, trying to make sense of what happened. He could only see flashes of what his hollow had…participated…in and frankly didn't know how to feel, deciding it was best to just lay there.
He felt the bed shift and watched Orihime attempt to crawl over Grimmjow, though he trapped her in his arms half-tickling, half-groping her in what appeared to be a normal after-sex ritual for the couple. She finally scrambled out of his hold and grabbed her lightweight robe, but not before her boyfriend smacked her ass, triggering another round of squeals and chuckles as she escaped to the kitchen. Grimmjow ambled out of bed behind her and bent down to snatch up his light gray sweatpants.
Ichigo leaned up on his elbows and watched, stealing a glance down to the nest of electric blue hair. And the appendage it surrounded. The Arrancar jerked the sweats on, though a faint trail of that coarse blue hair could still be seen, trailing from the bottom of his hollow hole down into the elastic waistband hung low on his hips .
"What" Grimmjow barked over his shoulder.
"Nothing!" Ichigo croaked, quickly looking away.
"You sure about that? You're starin awfully hard"
"It's just..I didn't expect your body hair to be…so…blue, too," he muttered sheepishly, hoping the flush in face was just his imagination.
Grimmjow quirked an eyebrow, but before Ichigo could decipher the expression Grimmjow was on top of him. One knee between Ichigo's thighs, hands on either side of his head, bright blue eyes glowed down mischievously.
"Yeah?" grinning wildly. Grimmjow dropped to his forearms, his firm chest landing hard against Kurosaki's own, forcing out a grunt. He leaned into Ichigo's neck, trailing a nose along the human's skin so lightly he couldn't stop the shiver up his spine.
"So then," Grimmjow whispered so achingly slow, "what did you expect," lips brushing against the human's ears, "Ichigo?" his voice a deep timbre that vibrated through both men's chests. Ichigo unconsciously groaned and lifted his hips, just to receive a snarling nip to his earlobe.
Brown eyes snapped up, face turning crimson as he stammered a response. But Grimmjow was off his body as fast as he started, head thrown back in harsh, mocking laughter as he sauntered to the bathroom.
Kurosaki remained there dumbly, waiting until he heard the shower running before feeling comfortable enough to get up and gather his clothes.
Fully dressed, Ichigo cautiously walked out of the bedroom, not sure if he'd even be able to look Inoue in the face after what he (well, his body) had done to her. She was in the kitchen, whipping up pancake batter and humming a tune. Her thin jersey robe hugged her curves wonderfully.
"Hey..Inoue" he mumbled, hand scratching the back of his neck.
"Good morning Kurosaki-kun!" she smiled wide, "oh I've already said that, haven't I," giggling. Why was she acting like nothing strange had just happened? Maybe her and Grimmjow have done..that kind of thing..before? It was certainly his first threesome and he was still pretty confused, leaning against the counter opposite her.
Lost in thought, he hadn't realized Inoue was still talking "...and I've had to change my pancake recipe, I made leek pancakes for Grimm-kun once and he wasn't a fan," lowering her voice, turning to Ichigo, wielding a whisk "'Dangit, woman, you tryna to poison me?!' and then I didn't see him for 2 weeks!" her voice overly chipper for the content of her story. The crackling of batter hitting the pan did nothing to pull Ichigo out of his daze, instead opting to sit at the table just outside the kitchen.
The Arrancar wandered in, just a towel around his hips, his hair wet so it appeared a deeper aqua color. His skin damp and slightly red from the warmth of the shower, the spiciness of his soap battling with the sweet smell of the cooking breakfast. He walked behind Orihime, standing at the griddle keeping a sharp eye on the pancakes, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling into her neck. Water dripped off his wet hair, hitting the pan with a sizzle.
"Grimmjow-kun, you're getting water everywhere," she said flaty. In response, he aggressively shook his head, spraying water over the kitchen with a wide grin. She just rolled her eyes, used to his antics. Disappointed with her lack of response, he growled and shoved a hand into her robe pulling it loose, exposing a breast to Ichigo, who suddenly found the ceiling very interesting.
"GRIMMJOW!" she shrieked, tuning to face him, exactly as he planned. His arm went along the back of her robe, causing it to fall off one shoulder as he pulled her roughly into a kiss.
"Nnnnmgh NO!" swatting at him with her spatula. "Bad Grimm-kun! Please, I have to eat, you know that!" stomping her foot. He growled into her hair, frustrated, but reluctantly agreed; she wasn't much fun when she passed out from hunger during sex. Pouting, he released her and straightened up her gown, though much lower cut than before, before leaving the kitchen; not without first roughly squeezing her backside, of course. He sank down in the seat across to the orange-haired kid, heaving a grumpy sigh, and rested his hand on his chin.
"Why are you still here?" Grimmjow asked, bored.
Ichigo looked over, about to answer, when his mind suddenly went blank. Were those blue eyes always this intense? They ensnared you, keeping you at his mercy. And why had he really never noticed how the eye markings were much more teal than the rest of his light blue coloring? Ichigo was reeling trying to form a single thought. An aqua eyebrow raised in response.
"He's staying for breakfast, of course!" a chipper voice carried from the kitchen, rescuing Ichigo from the Arrancar's frigid gaze. With a humph, Grimmjow lazily stood, removing the towel around his waist to start sopping up the water still in his hair. Kurosaki quickly looked towards the ground, but found it difficult to totally steer his eyes away from Espada's strong body. He allowed his gaze to land on the tan legs, with toned calves and thigh muscles rippling slightly as the man adjusted his stance to shake out his electric hair. But Ichigo forced his eyesight low, not daring to stray higher than mid thigh.
Orihime, noticing Kurosaki-kun's discomfort, sighed before once again having to remind her boyfriend of the intricacies of human decorum. "Grimmjow, go put pants on please."
Still aggressively rubbing his hair, "Why, woman?" he snarled.
"You're making people uncomfortable."
Scoffing, "What people?!" standing proudly with his arms out wide. Orihime gave him a serious look, using a dart of her eyes to silently indicate Kurosaki. Realizing what she meant, Grimmjow groaned dramatically.
"Fine," wrapping his towel back, grumbling "I've had my dick up his ass, but God forbid…" as he stomped back to the bedroom.
Snapping back to look over to the increasingly flushed Ichigo, Orihime was just as flustered by her partner's antics. "Heh, sorry about that! He's uhm…very proud..of his physique," blushing herself. Ichigo just nodded, still processing that last sentence.
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Circled around her dining table, the three quickly devoured their breakfast. Grimmjow spoke up, between bites "So how does that work," gesturing to Kurosaki, "your inner hollow or whatever?"
Ichigo sighed, putting his utensils down "Honestly I thought he was…well, gone. I haven't had to pull out my mask in so long and he stopped bothering me, so I just didn't think about it. I guess I got lazy."
"And so what? He can just take over? Do you see what's going on?"
"Not always, this time I just blacked out. It wasn't till I woke back up that uh," glancing up to Inoue, who was listening intently, "..things…started coming back. It's all still mostly just flashes though," bowing his head in a mix of confusion and shame.
"I'm sorry Kurosaki-kun, I hope you don't feel uncomfortable or taken advantage of," Orihime spoke softly, reaching over to touch his hand and her eyes showing genuine concern.
Grimmjow didn't like the look she was giving him. "Hey! What about you! If I hadn't arrived when I did…Tch! Talk about being taken advantage of" he grumbled, crossing his arms across his bare chest.
Ashamed and unable to meet her welcoming eyes, Ichigo continued "No, I'm so sorry Inoue…I didn't know he was still that possessive of you. If I had actually hurt you, I don't…" his voice trailing off as guilt wracked his face.
"It's ok, Kurosaki-kun, no harm done," she shrugged before smiling sweetly at her friend with a faint blush. Ichigo squeezed her hand on the table.
The Arrancar growled at the contact. He didn't care what the three of them had just done, she was still HIS, not that bastard's. Deciding he was ready for them to hurry up and finish eating, Grimmjow crouched over to where Orihime was enthusiastically working on her pancakes and began rubbing his face on her torso and feeling up her thigh. To Ichigo's surprise, she didn't seem bothered in the least, angling her head and body for his convenience but kept eating like nothing had changed. Except for the occasional whispered, fluttery moan from her, the humans continued their mundane conversation of college courses and family as if there wasn't a bloodthirsty hollow buried in her robe.
Ichigo was starting to gather that this was a fairly normal situation for the couple, based on how the rest of the morning had gone. He'd never really spent much time with them in private, but thinking about it, even when out with others, her partner always seemed to have a hand somewhere on Inoue's body. But now, watching the former Espada grope the poor girl who was just trying to finish her breakfast, Ichigo just had to address the panther in the room.
"How are you still horny, man?" Kurosaki asked incredulously. Inoue giggled and looked down, as if just noticing the man purring into her cleavage. Grimmjow, not even looking up from where he was nibbling her skin, muttered something about 'Arrancar stamina'. Ichigo nodded skeptically, watching, though he couldn't totally blame the guy – er, hollow. Orihime had always been a pretty girl, but after high school, she had grown into a beautiful woman, filling out her curves even more. And Grimmjow seemed to know his way around her, grabbing and squeezing her expertly, as she became increasingly distracted.
Groaning into a newly forming hickey "Are ya done yet, Hime?" he whined. She took one last gulp of juice "Ok ok, I'm don–"
Before she could finish her sentence, she was dropped on the table, dishes rattling, a frustrated Grimmjow forcing himself between her legs, untangling her stupid robe. Seeing as how his plate was now filled with Inoue hair, Ichigo decided this was as good of time as any and tried to quietly slip towards the front door.
"Where do ya think you're goin," a gruff, muffled voice called out. Ichigo stopped where he was and looked back, to see the Arrancar had already shoved fingers into Inoue's heat, her back arched, his mouth clamped around one nipple. Her moans were quickly filling Ichigo's head and pants. When the human male didn't move, Grimmjow growled, dropping Orihime's nipple with a pop as he stood fully upright, looking through intimidating blue eyes, still twisting fingers inside his mate.
"Get over here." he snarled. Ichigo gulped and started to move unconsciously, but stopped himself 'What the hell am I thinking? I'm in full control now, I have a choice!' he thought. Determined, he turned back towards the door.
Grimmjow, however, didn't like his prey thinking they had things like 'choice'. He was being nice enough to share and this prick was gonna refuse? Eyes full of disdain, he abruptly pulled his fingers out of the girl on the table.
Orihime whined at the extraction. "Grimm-kun please," breathlessly leaning up on her elbows.
"Sorry Princess, not until he," nodding to Kurosaki, "decides to cooperate." Orihime leaned her head back to see Ichigo standing near the door, staring wide eyed but unmoving. She whined some more, wriggling on the table, looking back at Grimmjow's stony face, her eyes begging. He held his ground, arms now crossed over his broad chest, looking annoyed and bored.
"Please..don't make him.." she whispered, pleading. He showed no reaction. Releasing a petite growl of her own, she quickly put her own hand between her legs. Before she could accomplish anything though, both her wrists were tightly gripped in one of his hands. He pushed her arms over the edge of the table, her shoulders rotating backwards painfully. Grimmjow's reiatsu become unbearably thick. Most would have wilted at the intense dark pressure, but it just turned her on more. She tried to rub her thighs together, to get any friction, but the bruising grip on her thigh forced her legs to stay apart. His expression was still empty while she whimpered.
"nnnnn FINE!" she spat up at his leering face, before dropping her head back to see poor Kurosaki's disturbed face.
With a sigh, "Please…Kurosaki-kun?" she whispered, her brown eyes looking guiltily up to his.
He swallowed hard. It was against his very nature to deny Inoue anything. He slowly walked back to the couple; she was back glaring at her boyfriend, but his predator eyes were tracking Kurosaki's movements until the human was standing next to the table, taking in the fascinating sight of Inoue's heaving, marred body.
"Okay, he's here now Grimmjow so can you please…" She wriggled her hips closer to the edge of the table to indicate her need.
He released her hands, but continued to ignore her. Instead he gripped a handful of Ichigo's T-shirt and jerked him to his chest with a thump. Grimmjow's face was playful, but with intense lust in his eyes, Ichigo was unable to look away, those blue eyes inches from his commanded attention. Distracted, he didn't notice Grimmjow had already undone his belt until he felt a large hand push into his boxers. Ichigo looked down to see a tan forearm, the skin taut over cut muscles, strong and scarred from decades of fighting. Ichigo stood frozen watching wrist muscles contract as fingers wrapped around his length. That was enough to shock him into action, he grabbed the wrist.
"What the hell man!" Ichigo yelled, though wishing his voice hadn't cracked. Grimmjow grinned with a raised eyebrow.
"Want me to stop?" the hollow mocked, giving a taunting squeeze. Ichigo narrowed his eyes, but didn't pull the hand away either. Grimmjow's leer grew, as he leaned his face in closer, "Didn't think so," he gloated, nipping at the human's jaw before pulling down firmly on his cock. Ichigo clenched his teeth to keep a traitorous groan from spilling as the bastard continued to work.
Orihime was leaning up on her elbows now, watching her blue-haired lover stroke Kurosaki-kun, the pressure in her heat unbearable. 'Maybe since he's not paying attention…' she thought as she fluttered a hand down her stomach. She watched Grimmjow grab a furious Kurosaki's hand and press it against his own bulge, Ichigo responded by shoving into his sweats aggressively. Their motions were hostile with each other, it reminded her of their physical fights, a struggle for dominance and sheer power. Grimmjow put a hand on the back of Ichigo's neck for stability, foreheads together as their combined breathing became hoarser. They glared at each other, managing somehow to look both angry and pleasured at the same time; Orihime pushed two fingers into herself in an attempt to ease the throbbing between her legs.
Grimmjow's groans became more feral and his movements jerky, he pulled his hand away from Ichigo's cock and slid up his shirt. The hand on the back of Kurosaki's neck tugged on his orange locks, releasing a moan. Grimmjow eagerly licked up the solid column of the newly exposed neck, skin damp and salty, his hot breath slinking down the back of Ichigo's shirt.
"Fuck, harder you bastard!" Grimmjow growled, his canines grazing the human's neck. Ichigo's face became determined, his other hand grabbed Grimmjow's upper arm to pull them closer as he pumped the Arrancar roughly, his jaw tight. Orihime recognized her boyfriend's fierce sounds and suddenly became a little worried for Kurosaki-kun; he didn't know how…violent…the destructive hollow's orgasms could be. But, before she could intercept, Grimmjow roared and Icihigo yelled out in pain and surprise.
Confused, Ichigo lifted a hand up to the bleeding gash Grimmjow's teeth left on his throat before looking down to his other hand, which was now full of Arrancar cum. Orihime, who was still pumping fingers into herself, accidentally released a moan and closed her eyes.
As quickly as the noise left her mouth, a hand wrapped around her ankle and she was yanked off the table. Falling to the floor with a thud, she was forced into a kneel and head spun around to come face-to-face with Ichigo's solid, weeping member. Slowly looking up brown eyes made contact, both looking a bit disoriented. Ichigo was still trying to process how he just jerked off his arch-rival, plus the stinging pain of the fresh wound on his neck. He couldn't even begin to process that Inoue was now kneeling in front of him.
She opened her mouth to speak, but a hand pushed the back of her head, forcing Ichigo's member into her mouth. Her warbled question was lost as Grimmjow's hand on the back of her head forced her to move along. Getting over the initial shock, she confidently took control. Taking him the rest of the way into her mouth entirely with a slight nod of her head, she adjusted on her knees to sit higher. Bracing one hand on Ichigo's thigh, she hummed as she slowly pulled back, her tongue wide against the underside. Her other hand gripped the base firmly as she flicked and swirled her tongue along the head; her mouth sliding easily along his length. Her eyes flicked back to his, managing to maintain her demure air, even with his dick in her mouth.
Ichigo was unable to blink, watching Inoue's lips and tongue do wonderful things to him. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't played out this scenario a few times while taking care of things alone. Sweet Inoue-chan, on her knees in front of him, staring up with open and innocent eyes, her puffy pink lips stretched around him, while she made the sweetest sounds. Hell, every straight guy from high school must have envisioned this very thing and somehow here he was on the receiving end. The parts he had not imagined, however, was the extra pair of hands holding her hair back nor his own hand being so sticky. She pulled away to gasp for air, but Grimmjow immediately pushed the back of head again, forcing her to take the human's whole length with a grunt. Kurosaki felt a twinge of guilt as her boyfriend held her head deep onto him as she clearly struggled to breath and her eyes watered; the guilt was swallowed with the feeling of Orihime's throat gulping his precum.
Satisfied with her progress, Grimmjow laid face up beneath Orihime hips, running firm hands down her supple body, landing at her thighs. He lifted her and quickly settled his face under her dripping folds, dropping her onto his mouth. The sudden intrusion of Grimmjow's tongue caused her to jump, teeth pressing onto Ichigo's member briefly. Since her head had been released, she took a quick gulp of air before going back to giving Ichigo, frankly, the best head he had ever received. Reluctantly, he made the realization that this was probably due to ample practice with the apparently insatiable Arrancar. The hollow under her seemed relentless with his actions, gripping her thighs tight, seemingly effortlessly coaxing her to sequential orgasms.
As she came, her movements became lazy and sloppy as she couldn't contain herself, her mouth leaving him briefly to moan. A gruff "Don't stop, girl" was heard muffled beneath her, followed by a squeal as she received a sharp bite to her clit. Orihime nodded, taking a few ragged breaths clutching Ichigo's thigh and cock for stability. Whimpering, she hurriedly took his length in her mouth again, though she was still much sloppier and frantic with her movements; her moans and whines vibrated through his whole body. Kurosaki felt his release approaching, but it was the beauty squeezing him tight as she climaxed again that drug him over the edge. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and grunted loudly, bucking his hips against her. Fingers clutched onto her auburn hair as he came, filling Inoue's mouth. If she was surprised or disgusted with the intrusion, she didn't show it. Instead, her eyes, shining brightly with pride, blinked up to him.
He didn't have much time to appreciate the view, however, before her head was suddenly pulled back by a fistful of hair wrapped around Grimmjow's hand. "Swallow," he commanded as he shook her by the hair, both men watching her gulp before smiling. A genuine, dorky, Inoue smile, out of place with the dribbles of Ichigo's seed on the corners of her mouth. "Thatta girl," Grimmjow mumbled, before covering her mouth with his own. Ichigo felt a twinge of shame, as if he had just defiled his friend, but he was beginning to suspect that this treatment was probably nothing for her. The couple was kneeling on the floor together, Grimmjow's hands roughly groping along her body. Ichigo could see the beginning of bruising on her thighs where her boyfriend had clutched them too tight. After devouring her mouth, the hollow moved down her neck and shoulders, biting roughly along the way. But these were no innocent 'love bites' as Inoue often called them. The sharp canines easily broke through her skin, drawing small amounts of blood that Grimmjow eagerly lapped up. Her chest now stained pink and red and purple, Grimmjow stood and tossed Orihime over his shoulder. Her ass and swollen, glossy folds were on full display before he dumped her roughly on the couch.
Taking a moment to consider his options, Kurosaki decided to join Grimmjow in looking down at Orihime. He was frankly exhausted but somehow couldn't stand to leave now. He was morbidly curious to see what else the Arrancar had in store for the poor woman. She was sprawled face down on the couch, tired but honestly seemed fairly content. Looking at their sweaty girl, covered in bites and bruises, her hair a tangled mess….
"How much more can she take?" Ichigo asked, both concerned and intrigued. A cruel look spread across the hollow's face before he threw the human a feral grin.
"Let's find out."
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Later that week, the gang had been holed up in the library for hours, studying for finals. While Orihime seemed indifferent, Ichigo had a hard time even looking in her direction after what they did Saturday. And Sunday. And some Monday morning.
"Kurosaki, what happened to your neck?" Ishida asked, pointing a pencil at the obvious teeth marks on the front of Ichigo's throat. His hand shot up to cover his neck, images of blue hair and strong hands making him blush.
"Uhhhh hollows! Heh, yeah, you know how it is!" He covered, laughing nervously.
"Yeah, right! Looks like you got a new lady friend, dontcha," Kiego said, wiggling his eyebrows and elbowing Ichigo. The answering blush was taken as confirmation. While the rest of the table took turns teasing Ichigo about his supposed dominatrix girlfriend, Orihime smiled softly, instead focusing on her notes.
"You look almost as bad as Inoue!" Tatsuki reprimanded, looking pointedly at some minor bruising around Orihime's wrists. The healer sat up and just shrugged, fairly used to her friends' concerns regarding her frequent love bites and hickies.
Shaking his head, Ishida looked mournfully over to his friend, "That…man…is too rough with you, Orihime," reaching for her hand.
Orihime laughed, pulling her hand back to wave in front of herself "Oh no, not at all! Besides, you should see me before he lets me heal anything." Ichigo choked and she smiled brightly while the rest of the friend's paused to take in what she just said. Ishida was about to speak up again when two cellphones buzzed at the same time. Everyone glanced at their own, but it was Ichigo's and Orihime's who were the culprit.
They each looked at their latest text: Orihime blushing lightly, Ichigo looking nervous. It was a message from Grimmjow to their newly formed group chat.
_Get your asses over here. Now.
A/N: I didn't really plan on doing a part 2 to be honest, as I'm not as drawn to GrimmIchi. I did write the very beginning, our sexy Grimm teasing poor Ichigo on the bed, immediately after I finished the first part…but then I just kept adding more and more...and somehow ended up with 4000 words of yummy man-on-hollow smut (and we won't even talk about the equal amount I opted to leave out O.o) I hope you enjoyed! I think I did a better job with Grimmjow's character this time, but I'd love to hear y'all's opinion.