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Tales of the Chore Boy	By : MrStrife Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 18731 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For Yamada Hanataro, obtaining permission to leave the Soul Society for extended periods of time was quite simple – as a very low-key personnel, and one known to be very closely affiliated with the former-Ryoka Kurosaki Ichigo and company, he was able to volunteer for 'good will' missions incredibly often. It was on just such an assignment Hanataro currently found himself, once again working at a restaurant that often offered him employment when he was abroad for nearly any length of time. His shift had come to an early end, and he had gone grocery shopping with a small list provided by his temporary landlord – a situation that had been negotiated by none other than Unohana-Taicho. Not that, it turned out, such influence would be necessary for the request: Inoue Orihime was nothing if not open with her belongings, home included, to friends.

Hanataro's spare key easily found it's way into the apartment door lock, and the young man called out a customary 'I'm home' as he entered, expertly juggling the grocery bags along both arms – all chock full of various junk foods and items otherwise so implausibly unrelated that, had he not already come accustomed to Orihime's peculiar palate, Hanataro would be afraid to hazard a guess at their intended use.

“Welcome home!” Came the return cry from somewhere within the apartment, followed rapidly by a yelp and the sound of rustling, tumbling cloth; Hanataro recalled, barely, Orihime had mentioned something about reorganizing her wardrobe after picking up a special gift provided by an old friend, and simply shook his head with a smile as he began putting the groceries he'd brought home away, nearly having to force the refrigerator to stay closed so full of sweets had it become. After this, as was his custom, Hanataro retrieved a change of clothes from the suitcase he was living out of and called out to Orihime that he would be taking a bath. This was met with an incomprehensible yet upbeat call, one Hanataro presumed to be acknowledgment, and he smiled before sitting his body down in the far corner of the room and rummaging from a suitcase pocket a small white sphere, roughly candy sized, which Hanataro swallowed in a single gulp.

Rather than an artificial soul, the little device was nothing more than one to eject Hanataro from his Gigai rather than provide said faux body a new soul to pilot it. Humming to himself, the shinigami gathered the clothing up from his Gigai's limp hands and bustled off to the bathroom, where the sound of running water disguised the sound of his stripping. His shihakusho bundled into Orihime's laundry basket, Hanataro hummed to himself as he went about the process of rinsing his body before settling into the tub of steaming hot water, sighing contentedly as he leaned against the side of the tub, closing his eyes.

“I'm coming in~” Orihime's voice called cheerfully from just beyond the door, accompanied by the sound of falling clothes and the occasional 'oops' of lost balance and soft giggling; Hanataro responded with a soft 'of course', no caring to open his eyes, until the door opened and his mind actually wrapped around what she had said.

“No, wait, you're wha-” Water sloshed as Hanataro turned to regard the female's voice just as the door opened, revealing through the haze of steam a nude, grinning, giggling Orihime, clutching a sake jug bearing the mark of Soul Society. Though Orihime was not known to drink, Hanataro should have expected something like this to occur, as thoughts of a certain blonde-haired Shinigami known to be very close friends with Orihime danced about his mind. “Wha-why-what-what're you do-”

“We're gonna increase our skinship rating for a relationship flag!” Orihime declared loudly, giggling as she stumbled forward, great breasts bouncing as her foot caught a particularly wet patch of tile and she was sent careening into the tub with a loud shout of laughter, giggling madly as she soaked the bathroom floor thoroughly, her naked body pressing belly to belly against Hanataro's as she lurched sideways to drain the last of her bottle, putting her nearly unrivaled-in-size tits directly in the black haired boy's face, leaving him to gawp breathlessly, hands pinned to his sides by Orihime's knees. Pausing on her way to take the drink, Orihime looked down the length of her bosoms and into Hanataro's gaping face, and inspiration struck her, causing her to giggle madly.

“Oh, Hanatatata-chan, you're so naughty! You should have said you wanted a drink~” The girl snickered, her slim left arm curling beneath her breasts to press them together as Hantaro attempted to stammer out a response, only to be silenced as his open mouth was caught in the valley between her breasts – and then the jug came upended, the warmed liquid running into and down Orihime's cleavage in a funnel directly for Hanataro's mouth. Caught by some surprise, the boy nearly choked as he summarily swallowed the alcohol, and immediately his head began to swim; the stuff of Soul Society was not weak, and the boy was but a wisp, and couldn't handle his liquor very well. The myriad inhibitions stacked over Hanataro were swept totally away, and the boy practically melted into the side of the tub, smiling in a haze as he simply accepted the fact that a young lady, naked, was bouncing all over his body in a bath, marveling at how much he drank and GOODNESS that felt neat!

“Uwaaaah, and look how shiiny~” Orihime giggled loudly, gasping as she leaned back and ran her hands over her liquor-slicked breasts, 'ooh' and 'aah'ing as she rubbed the residual stuff over her breasts, causing them to shine in the bathroom light. The smell of the sake became quite strong in Hanataro's face at this point, and rather than consider the action, the boy smiled and leaned forward, laying a long, slow lick over Orihime's left breast, causing her to shiver slightly as his tongue gathered no small amount of the substance up.

“Yum.” He giggled, pausing to hiccup before leaning forward, pressing his right cheek onto the top of the girl's breast, making her giggle and stroke his hair before shifting slightly above him, freeing his hands from between her knees and his thighs. Without invitation or questioning glance, Hanataro's eager hands rose to caress those large breasts, his cheek leaving her breast to give his hands free roam as he once again admired the lovely sight.

Orihime's breasts, as the rest of her skin, were cream-colored and as soft as anything he'd ever touched. Something concerning these breasts, as opposed to any of the myriad others he'd sampled, struck Hanataro as slightly odd, but he couldn't immediately place what – being moderately drunk already – until his thumbs gently caressed the flesh of her areola. As the girl gasped in delight, Hanataro quickly realized what caught him off guard – Orihime's nipples themselves were not immediately present, being inverted, leaving the surface of her breasts quite smooth despite the change in consistency from breast to areola. Thoroughly confounded by the discovery, the slim male simply continued stroking the girl's breasts, staring intently and in awe as, slowly, her nipples began to express themselves. Within moments, two short, thick nipples were pointed perfectly forward, and Hanataro absolutely could not refuse the call – closing his eyes, Hanataro was like a babe at the teat, suckling slowly at Orihime's left breast, his left hand groping and massaging her right clumsily, his right hand having snuck about to give her ample bottom a hungry squeeze.

Still stroking Hanataro's hair and mewling in delight at his attentions, Orihime gasped as the squeeze on her buttocks made her lower body inadvertently jerk forward, and her giggle was great indeed as she realized her crotch was now pressing wholly against Hanataro's erect prick, trapping his shaft between her snatch and his tummy. Giggling drunkenly, she wiggled her hips side to side at this discovery, drawing a low moan from Hanataro around her breast, his heavy breathing coming noticeably heavier. With another soft giggle, Orihime leaned forward, pressing her breasts completely against Hanataro's face as she whispered into his ear. “Lets get out – I'm hungry.”

A few clumsy, stumbling minutes later, a naked and still damp Hanataro was laid out on his back atop his futon in Orihime's main room, and she was stumbling in from the kitchen, arms loaded with the sweets from her earlier list – one provided, it turned out, by the same blonde mentioned some time ago. “Ah'm not sure bout this...” Hanataro murmured as he wriggled slightly on the futon, cock pointing straight into the air; he was responded to with a loud 'Sssh!' and the instruction to hold still; she had some planning to do~

Still cool from the refrigerator, some of the condiments were almost very uncomfortable to have applied, but a mixture of desire and drunkenness assisted Hanataro in surviving. Looking down at himself while looking as little as possible, Hanataro had to admit that, even drunk, Orihime's culinary skills were works of true art. Running from his belly button to recently-clean-shaven crotch were three wavy lines of whipped cream, decorated with finely chopped pieces of strawberry and mint shavings. From the base of his shaft to the tip of his prick, four thick lines of chocolate syrup sectioned his cock into quadrants – another healthy dollop of whipped cream sitting cutely upon the head – and a small cherry sat in a third pool of whipped cream atop his testicles.

Clapping her hands in admiration, Orihime giggled as she leaned down to plant a kiss on Hanataro's lips, cooing at what a delicious snack he looked to be as she clumsily attempted to slide down his body, only to realize her large breasts had pressed into his abdomen before she could properly line her mouth up, meaning her tits and his penis were now liberally smeared with a whipped cream and chocolate mix. Pouting briefly, Orihime simply shrugged before lowering her head and taking his cockhead between her lips in a loving suckle, cooing in delight at the taste as her tongue swirled the whipped cream and her saliva all over his mushroom-shaped tip. This was promptly slurped up entirely; when Orihime's mouth left his prick, Hanataro's head shimmered in the light with her saliva, not a trace of the sweet delight left behind save for all along his shaft.

Smiling, Orihime laid on her side beside Hanataro to truly savor the snack she was about to feast on, laying perpendicular to Hanataro with her head just above his waistline as she leaned forward and began to slowly lick from the base of the front of his cock all the way to the tip, using the tip of her left forefinger to angle his shaft away, to provide her the most possible surface to lick. Hanataro groaned loudly at this, gasping softly and placing his hand in Orihime's hazel-hair, stroking the back of her head adoringly as he looked downward, staring in awe as she treated his shaft with great reverence, sparing not an inch from her cleansing tongue. When she rolled onto her opposite side, giving him a perfect view of her breasts, he couldn't help but caress them once again whilst she leaned forward to suckle at his testes, easily slurping down the whipped cream and cherry in the meanwhile, enjoying both whilst also kissing and licking his jewels, her hand slowly stroking his length as though it were a well behaved pet.

Murmuring something concerning a 'cream filling', Orihime returned to her original posture before angling his cock once again, this time toward her – Hanataro couldn't stop himself crying out as she suddenly swallowed him entirely, his head tickling the back of her throat as she hungrily sucked and licked, her saliva running copiously over his balls and stomach as she desperately attempted to suck it all back up with his prick. Hardly able to restrain himself, Hanataro's hips jerked exactly once before his hot semen splashed down Orihime's throat, where it was hungrily swallowed, the girl moaning heatedly as she savored his taste.

When the white heat of bliss left his vision, Hanataro was vaguely aware of being alone on the futon again, Orihime's voice calling from the kitchen that she would be only a moment. A moment, it wound up, was the span of time it took a scrawny, drunk Shinigami to blink, because the next thing he knew, he was sitting up only a foot from Orihime, who sat on her knees before him, blushing heavily.

The work that had gone into detailing the condiments on her body put the display she had made of his cock to shame, and Hanataro stared hungrily at the first evidence of snack-play – Orihime's breasts had been expertly trimmed with icing, as though twin round cakes, small flowers of red, green and yellow placed sporadically over her generous bosoms, while two gumdrops had been placed in the icing over her nipples. It was almost a shame to ruin it, but in his desire, Hanataro did not hold back, falling onto her breasts with gusto. The icing was rapidly smeared all over the surface of her tits where it wasn't immediately suckled or licked up, and Orihime mewled and shuddered in delight as her sensitive mounds were hungrily made a meal of. The smell of her sex was heavy in the air, and when Hanataro had left her breasts covered in nothing but saliva, Orihime was panting heavily, leaning backward on her palms – fortunately putting the small chocolate-syrup arrow pointing down to her crotch from her tummy in perfect view.

Hanataro wasted no time in guiding Orihime into a laying position, hungrily kissing up the chocolate arrow on his path to her sex. When she spread her thick, soft thighs, Hanataro marveled at the sight of her bare peach spread open by having three strawberries inserted, thick end first, leaving only the three tips poking from between her lips. The bottom most had a small chocolate coating, the middle a droplet of whipped cream, and the topmost the caramel twin of the first. Orihime gasped gently as each was taken in turn, shivering in delight as Hanataro made a show of eating the little fruits before hungrily diving into her sex, assaulting her most sensitive spots with kissing lips and flicking tongue. Her juices flowed thick from her pussy, making her sex shine when Hanataro pulled away to admire her heaving, panting form. Despite her drunken haze, Orihime blushed deeply when Hanataro rose in his kneeling position, staring at her breasts hungrily as he brought his reawakened cock to her more than slick sex, rubbing his head between her lips only twice before pressing deep into her.

Their voices mingled as Hanataro's thrusts immediately found a high pace to keep, putting her large breasts to bounce wildly before Orihime pressed her hands into them, biting her lip as she groped herself, squeezing and pinching as Hanataro focused on their frantic love-making. Hanataro finished inside of her with a series of hard thrusts, their hips colliding as Orihime choked down the scream of her orgasm, her body shaking and quivering long after Hanataro collapsed into his drunken stupor atop her.

When they both woke the next morning, it would be to awkward apologies as first she, then he bathed. Hanataro never noticed, of course, that his Gigai was not in the same corner he'd left it before he began his shower – the secret he'd never discover was that ever-present Rangiku had hijacked his gigai, using it to handle a camcorder and record the full session despite their drunken ignorance, much as with every other session Hanataro had stumbled onto thus far. The evidence, as they say, was piling up!
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