Author's Notes:
Hey there!
I finished my action/romance IchiHime story Weakness just recently.
I was bored and needed another story to fill my time.
This will be about 3 or 4 chapters. Also, this will be in Orihime's POV.
Warning. Orihime will not be the typical shy girl in the story.
I hope you still enjoy it!
FYI: I have to motivate myself to rewrite That Game We Play and finish it. I don't feel right leaving it on such a cliffhanger. I promise I will try to get to it.
"I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them."
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Our Affair
1. Truth or Dare
It was never meant to be like this.
My body in between two men.
My two favorite people.
One with his haughty scent surrounding me, and his grith pushing further down my throat. His thumb and forefinger caressingly rolling my nipple.
While the other has his warm callous hands around my waist, guiding my every move onto his rigid member.
My own fingers drawing small circles over my clit as I feel the pressure of my impending orgasm.
"Fucckk… I'm about to come." The one behind me groaning in pleasure.
The one in front grabs my hair as his hips move erratically feeling his own seams tearing from the rumbling at the base of his spine.
With a sweet hum from my throat and flutter of my pussy do they both come inside of me. Filling my mouth and core with hot streams of their cum.
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I immediately had a crush on him when his tall body walked through the sliding doors. On my first day of second year of high school, Ichigo Kurosaki happened to grace me with his existence.
He was scary to the other girls in my class because of his perpetual scowl and bright orange hair. My best friend Tatsuki was just neutral with him.
"I know him. He used to get picked on and cried a lot in grade school." She smirked. "I'll say in the last year of middle school did he peak. Beating bullies' ass's left and right."
"That's nice of him."
Tatsuki rolled her eyes. "Sure, if you say so. I see it more as a delinquent in the making."
I could only giggle at her assumption.
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The first time he talked to me, it was because I dropped my eraser during class.
"Here. You dropped this." His voice is low, warm, and sweet to my ears. I had a goofy grin on my face when I thanked him.
His eyes lingered on my smile before his own gentle smile adorned his lips.
"No problem."
Our fingers brushed against each other when I took my eraser back. It was electrifying.
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"It's destiny, I know it." I sipped on strawberry milk fantasizing about our future.
"It was just a stupid eraser. Relax." Tatsuki mocked me.
I smiled facing her. "I still want him."
Tatsuki laughed. "Bold words from a timid girl like you. He's too much for you to handle."
"We'll see."
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As time passed, everything moved slowly as I got closer to him.
When he arrived to class, I would greet him excitedly. At first, he was confused at the sudden greeting. But gradually we fell into a routine of pleasant greetings, with him being the first person I said good morning to.
Tatsuki noticing, helped me take a step further. She suggested we join their group during lunch. Their group consisting of Ichigo, Keigo, Mizuiro, Chad, and Uryu.
With her help, she let me sit between her and Ichigo.
I was nervous being so close to him.
Hearing him breathe, sigh, and laugh. Inhaling the smell of his sandalwood earthy scent into my nose. Feeling his knee slightly brushing against my thigh. Tasting the same air blowing around us on the rooftop at school. Seeing his Adam's apple bob when he swallows his food and drinks.
Everything about him was nerve-wrecking. I might have a coronary from the sensory overload.
He on the other hand, didn't seem fazed. Not one bit. His eyes focused on everything else but me. Adding my presence to his group did not change our dynamic.
Ichigo Kurosaki, the stubborn, short-tempered and Shakespeare loving boy. I, Orihime Inoue the smart yet ditzy big-breasted beauty of Karakura High.
This went on all throughout high school.
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It all happened to change after a humble game of Truth or Dare.
Mizuiro planned a weekend of games and drinks at his house. Alcohol was provided by one of his older flings at the behest of another date in the future.
The celebration was for our last year in school.
Sitting in a circle of armchairs and laid across couches we laughed at the rewarding truths and ridiculous dares.
The game had meek preferences. Nothing too damning for a bunch of 18-year-olds. Until a buzzed Keigo threw a curveball our way.
"I dare you to kiss…"
It started with lips exchanged between boys and girls. Sometimes girls kissing girls. Never boys kissing boys.
Limits.
Tatsuki smiled and winked at me when her turn was up next.
"Orihime. Truth or dare?"
The assertiveness is due to sips of the sweeten flavor of sake. "Dare."
"I dare you to kiss Ichigo for a whole minute."
The crowd whistling and cheering. Then Keigo just crying.
He moved first. No protest or eye rolls.
I timidly moved to the center of the circle too.
Standing in front of me, he bent down, getting to my eye level. Lips only a breath above me. "Ready?" A simple question without an answer.
His lips descended onto mine. It starts with the lightest pressure, barely a kiss. His lips rest against mine, molding perfectly.
A kiss worthy of my lips.
When my friends told me how their first kiss was sparked by fireworks and all mushy feelings, I thought it would be the same for me.
It was more than that.
The sounds of music, loud cheers, oohs, and awes ceased to exist.
Blood rushing to my ears silencing the voices around us.
Heat filling my cheeks. I felt fire in the pit of my stomach raging. Butterflies soaring making my palms sweaty.
It was just us and lips softly moving over the other.
Seconds in, with a slight shift of his head, his tongue swipes at my bottom lip asking for permission.
I sigh, granting him access to deepen our kiss. He doesn't hesitate in cupping my face, tugging gently on my chin, and probing inside. Slowly and dreamily with hot, liquored licks. He sucked on my tongue tasting its rich flavor.
He tasted like honey, while I tasted like grapefruit flavored sake.
Tasting every bit of him as he did the same to me. A delicious mixture of floral citrus fruit.
A whimper made him ease up, but I didn't want him to pull away.
Without noticing what I was doing, my hands moved to the side of his face. Caressing his skin and running my fingers through his hair.
I needed to breathe.
But I didn't want this moment to stop. If I died due to lack of oxygen, I would accept that fate.
My brain had another opinion.
Breathe!
My head tilted inhaling his scent. I've given myself the opportunity to stay alive for one more day.
He breathed in too.
Boldness taking over, I leaned in more pushing him back.
Our breaths come fast and short through our noses because I won't release his mouth and he won't let mine go.
My first kiss felt amazing. I was about to wrap my arms around his neck when-
"Times up!"
Ichigo ripped his mouth away from mine standing at his full height. He smirked, sending a shiver down my body before finally walking away. Back to his seat across from me.
The rest of the night, his eyes followed my every movement.
Locking eyes, I unconsciously ran my tongue over my lips. His eyes follow the pink muscle leisurely.
The softness and heat I wish to feel again.
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I touched myself that night.
Shedding my clothes, sitting down with my back leaning on the headboard and legs spread.
My fingers shake as I trail them all over my breasts and down to my clit for much needed friction.
Rubbing tight circles on my engorged nerves, I allow my fingers to wander a little further to my quivering slit.
I slip one finger inside and moan. My thoughts on my kiss with Ichigo and how much farther we could have gone if we were alone.
I knew then I wanted more.
Needed more.
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April
"Truth or dare?"
His little sister Yuzu wanted to have a farewell party for Ichigo before he went off to college. All his close friends were in attendance. Everyone was going to college and prestigious universities besides me.
Financial hardships.
After the party had ended, everyone left besides me. I decided to stay and help clean. But Yuzu shooed me away leading me to help her brother pack the remainder of his things.
It was just the two of us. Alone in his room. Standing in his empty room he finished packing up. All that was left was his bed.
Ichigo taped up the last box before turning to look at me.
"Huh?" his face etched in confusion at the odd question.
I asked again, this time with more brash. "Truth or dare, Kurosaki-kun?"
He chuckled at the question. Shaking his head, he turned to reach for the box and to stack it onto the others.
"Truth."
I knew what to ask if it was a dare, but to word it correctly for truth… it seems desperate.
"Is it true you're a virgin?"
His back turned stiff, almost dropping the contents in the taped box.
"Inoue!" His face was flushed bright red facing me after hastily shoving the box in its place.
Before he had to go away for college, I felt the need to ask him to be my first.
"Have sex with me, Kurosaki-kun."
Ichigo was taken aback by my bold request.
His family laughing loudly downstairs while cleaning up filled the silence.
"Inoue… that's…" Ichigo hesitated on his answer.
"I know it's a big ask, but… I really like you."
His brown eyes had a grim look to them.
I always felt he knew my feelings but was too modest to act on it.
I took the step he couldn't.
Moving closer to him, a flare of panic passes over him.
I halt in my movements. Maybe I read into something that was not there, setting my insecurities into uncertainties.
"I'm sorry." I turned to leave when his hand grabs my wrist.
"I… I like you too, Inoue." I turned to face him, but the worry did not leave my body. His eyes are downcast if contemplating his next words.
"But…?"
His eyes find mine. "But… nothing." His eyes flicker to the door then back to me. "If we do this, we have to be quiet."
A smile graces my lips.
"Okay."
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He moved in closer, pressing his chest against mine, letting the tip of his dick press against my opening. He gave me a soft kiss to my lips as the tip pushes past my folds. The soft and wetness was easy for him to glide into me, surprising both of us. He flexed his hips, pushing in further until every rigid inch of him was inside, past the torn thin skin of my hymen. Until his balls were resting against my ass catching every drop of wetness leaking from my core.
For my first time, it felt so good. Everything felt right.
My hips were already moving, needing him to follow my lead.
He felt it too. His hands fisting the sheets underneath his pillow.
"We need to go slow." His voice was hoarse, and body strained. "Or I'll finish too soon."
I had to remember this was his first time too.
"Kurosaki-kun." I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face to my neck. His teeth biting down on my flushed skin. "Please." Rolling my hips does he start to move. Slow and restrained strokes that manage to be deep. Every ridged flesh of his dick massaging my walls.
It was quiet as we moved. The headboard and bed do not make any noises to alert those in his house.
Just quiet.
We barely moved or breathed.
But it was everything I wanted. The connection, the pleasure, and the love.
My first love.
He was my all.
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May
Until a month later…
Ichigo texted me every day at first when he went away to college.
Ichigo: Good morning.
Ichigo: How is your day going?
Ichigo: I miss you.
Ichigo: College isn't for everyone.
But as the semester progressed, his texts became less frequent.
Up until that one text came…
Ichigo: I met someone.
Then nothing.
I was flabbergasted by that one text.
I stared at it for 20 minutes when I first got it as if it was sent to the wrong person. Reading the senders name and looking at the words repeatedly.
How do I respond to this? I'm not even his girlfriend. Every response I type out, I quickly delete it.
Lying in bed I reread the same three words over and over until it was imprinted behind my eyelids when I closed my eyes to sleep.
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June
He strolled in…
He was something I never thought I would want.
The first time I saw him was in the bakery.
A skinny pale man with shoulder length messy black hair and piercing emerald eyes with hints of gold. Dressed in a casual open buttoned flannel with a plain t-shirt inside and black slacks.
He asked for a simple iced coffee.
Grabbing his drink our fingers brushed. In that moment, I felt the same electrifying sensation I had with Ichigo.
But unlike him, he felt it too. Acknowledging it then and there.
His emerald eyes trailing up from my fingers and landing on mine.
The lasting heated gaze interrupted by another customer waiting for their own drink order.
I saw him again the next day.
Instead of taking his iced coffee to go, he would stay and drink it in the corner.
Every once and a while, I would catch his eyes on me. Following my every move.
His eyes on my body were welcoming.
I love Ichigo more than my next breath… but the exhilaration from his eyes on me was downright dangerous.
But I didn't act at first.
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"My name is Ulquiorra Cifer."
The first time he talked to me was two weeks of his relentless staring. Before he ordered his usual iced coffee.
"Orihime Inoue."
He extends a hand. My eyes wander down to it. They're pale but his fingers are long, and fingernails are clean.
His hand is sexy.
I think I may have a hand fetish.
Shaking his hand must have sent an unknown message to my body.
His expressions didn't show any signs of the same unknown message.
I didn't know what to do with myself when he asked me out for tea.
This was all new to me.
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It was easy for me to say yes to tea.
Over tea in a popular café in our town, his eyes never left my face. He asked about my day.
The conversations flowed from there, with me doing most of the talking.
Ulquiorra is a 20-year-old student in college, majoring in finance.
His dream is to become a financial advisor for small businesses throughout Karakura Town.
He offered me financial advice on my own bakery business dreams.
He was interested in my life the more I talked about it.
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Late June
Ulquiorra: I've wanted you from the very first moment I laid my eyes on you.
At the age of 18, I was new to flirting.
Before responding to his text message, I needed advice.
Tatsuki was a phone call away.
"I know you're not away for college like the rest of us, but that shouldn't stop you from experiencing what others are."
"That doesn't answer my question." I bite at my thumbnail staring at the message. "Leaving him on read is rude."
Tatsuki laughed. "He'll be fine. What is it that you want to happen between the two of you?"
"I'm not sure. I'm new to this."
With her sage wisdom, she told me how natural it can be if I have confidence.
"If you could get Ichigo to sleep with you before he left for college, I can guarantee you can get this new guy to do the same."
Such wise words.
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I established my courage with a simple text.
Orihime: Truth or dare?
Ulquiorra: ?
Orihime: How about doing something daring?
Ulquiorra: Daring?
Orihime: Yes. Daring.
Ulquiorra: It depends. What do you have in mind?
Orihime: I had this fantasy. Is it okay if I share it with you?
Ulquiorra: Okay.
Orihime: I want a man to eat me like a feast.
Ulquiorra: … (text bubbles)
Orihime: Will you do that for me?
Orihime: Can you be that man?
Orihime: Down on your knees and tasting me?
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He came to the bakery the next day.
It wasn't a busy afternoon.
His eyes landed on mine.
The erotic text messages from last night told me what he was going to do.
The suggestive demand I requested for.
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I took him inside the manager's office.
Thank God he was away on summer vacation with his family.
Nervously, I sat in the chair.
Ulquiorra fell to his knees, just like I wanted.
He loosens the tie around his neck and undoes the first three buttons of his shirt.
I spread my legs, and the second my thighs part, his lips follow suit. He watches me as I take the hem of my floral skirt between my fingers and pull it up until its bunched at my hips. I hold my skirt with one hand and with the other I move my panties to the side. They're soaked through, so several strings of my arousal stick to both my pussy and panties. He inhales a sharp breath, and his body stiffens watching me unwrap such a gift.
I graze my clit with my fingertip causing me to moan in excitement. His groan is breathless. The heat from his sigh hits my throbbing nerve.
His knees move his body closer to inhale my scent. He reaches for my thighs, tracing my heated skin with his fingertips. He leans forward placing his nose right at my core inhaling deeply. The brush of his nose sends a shiver down my back.
"Lean back."
Without another word, his hands rip my panties off. Tossing the ruined material to the side, his fingers slide to the back of my thighs, lifting my legs onto his shoulders and pulling me down on the chair. His tongue flat and hot glides through my folds, starting at my center and ending at my clit, which he takes into his mouth. His pink tongue swirls over it gently savoring the flavor.
Words could not explain the feeling of how good it felt. Biting my lip to keep the desperate pants crawling up my throat from coming out and drawing attention to my coworkers outside the office.
His teeth graze over the bundle of nerves before hollowing his cheeks and sucking rhythmically on it. My back arches and my hands come up. My fingers sink into his messy black hair and push him more into me. My hips rocking into his mouth needing him to stay in the same spot. The satisfied noises in the back of his throat fill the air letting me know how good I taste.
I grip his hair tighter, not caring if I'm hurting him. All I care about is the pressure building in my core. The sweat beading on my eyebrow, and his mouth. His mouth that's hot, ceaseless, and working at me with the kind of single-minded determination any woman in my position would appreciate.
"That feels good. Don't stop."
He hums his agreement, sending pleasure vibrating through me. My walls clench, searching for something to bare down on. I wish that his hands weren't occupied, then he could sink two of his fingers into me and fill the emptiness there. Balancing my weight on one hand, Ulquiorra pulls my fingers from his hair and guides it down to my sex. I don't even question what he is doing. I just know what I need, and he gives it to me. And when he releases my clit with a rough rumble, replacing his mouth with my hand, I know that he deserves my self-assurance.
"Rub your clit and keep your eyes on me," he rasps, kissing his way down to my entrance. "I want you to watch me while I fuck you with my tongue."
He puts his hand back under me, tipping me up further so that my aching sex is level with his mouth. I stared down the length of my body, eyes immersed at the sight of his wicked tongue transforming into a spear I know he's going to use to destroy me.
My index finger and middle finger run down both sides of my clit, while the others hold my lips open, giving Ulquiorra an immaculate view of the pussy he's about to fuck. Pleasure courses through me when his eyes flash with heat as he rims my entrance with his tongue. Circling it three times before he finally dips inside, lapping up the moisture spilling out of me with every shallow thrust. It's not as satisfying as the sensation of having a dick filling me, but it's exactly what I need right now. My back bends and I cry out, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts while my fingers rub my clit in furious circles that have pleasure searing my veins. I'm panting desperately, moaning out and not giving a damn about who might hear me because I'm chasing the ecstasy I so crave. The tightening of every muscle in my body and blurring of my vision indicates how close I'm getting.
He knows that I'm getting close, and he holds me tighter to his mouth. His tongue plunges in and out of me over and over again, making it nearly impossible for me to keep my fingers where I need them to be. It doesn't really matter though. Because within seconds of him doubling his efforts, I'm coming apart around him.
My entire body shakes violently as my thighs clench around his ears, forcing him to stay where he is while I'm washed away by a surge of pleasure that's like nothing I've ever felt before. And he doesn't seem to mind being held hostage at all because I feel him pull out of my quivering walls. He starts to lick at me -my lips, my clit, every part of my pussy- with gentle strokes of his tongue that draw out my orgasm. Or he's trying to induce another one altogether, I'm not entirely sure. I just know that by the time I come down, I'm weightless, satisfied and unbelievably tired.
Ulquiorra slides my legs from his shoulder slowly, placing my feet on the ground one by one and then pulling my skirt back down. Before he rises to his feet, he picks up the scrap of my shredded panties and tucks them into his pocket. I try to sit up, to move, to do something than recline back in the office chair like a rag doll, but I can't.
"Let me help you." His words are coated with pure, masculine pride, and I take the hand he's extended to me. I let him pull me up and into his chest, enveloping me in a bone-crushing hug. I breathe in his spicy citrus scent and lean further into him. I want to be closer. To feel like there's nothing between us except for layers of sweat-slick skin. He drops a kiss to the top of my head before letting me go just enough to lean back and look at me. "Text me again for another dare."
Without my knowledge he slips his fingers in my hand giving it a soft squeeze, before turning to leave just as he came in.
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Ichigo: I'll be home tomorrow.
Ichigo: Can we meet up?
To Be Continued…
Author's Notes:
Thoughts?
Songs
Motivation – Kelly Rowland
Inhale/Exhale – Austin Millz, Sabrina Claudio
Maybe You Should Be – Oliver Holmes
Effortlessly – Garrett Adair