Bleach: The champion’s prize

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters, they belong to Tate Kubo.

Expect grammar mistakes, is this is not my native tongue, but I hoe you like it.

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One morning at the Kurosaki house, Ichigo finds himself looking at some bills from the clinic when the doorbell rings. Thinking that Orihime had forgotten her house keys, again, the shinigami is pleasantly surprised to see his friend Chad at the door when he opens it.

“Chad, it’s good to see you.” The orange-headed man gave Sado his hand and a one-armed hug, which he greets back with a smile.

“Ichigo, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other”

“Certainly, come in.” The Kurosaki invites his best friend to his house, both men sitting on the couch, so they can talk. “Congratulations on winning the title”

“Thank you. Is Inoue here?” The boxer asked about the Shinigami’s wife.

“He went to drop off Kazui at school”

The old friends continued to talk about what they have done while Chad was competing for the world title. That scene is what Orihime Kurosaki sees when she arrives home to watch her beloved husband talk to their old friend.

“Welcome back Orihime. Look at who came to visit us.” Ichigo said to his wife.

“Long time no see, Inoue.” The Mexican-Japanese man says with his characteristic calm demeanor, standing up to greet her.

“Sado-kun!” The cheerful woman greets him with a hug, admiring the musculature of the half-Mexican. “We saw your fight; it’s great that you won!”

“Yes.” The boxer could not help but notice how motherhood worked wonders on the already voluptuous body of the Inoue, its curves getting even wider than when they were teens. “They look even bigger than before.” Yasutora thought as she noticed the woman’s wide neckline, which in that floral dress accentuated her blessed front even more.

The three former students of Karakura continued their conversation, now with Orihime sitting among the men, as they enjoyed the sake Ichigo had saved for such occasion. Somewhat dazed by the alcohol, the beautiful mother could not help but notice how she found herself between two burly men, and remembered she had not had any intimate time with her husband as of late.

Feeling his phone vibrate, Ichigo checks the message his sister Yuzu sent him. “Shit.” The substitute shinigami said, suddenly stands up. “There’s a problem at the clinic, I’ll see you later, Chad.” After kissing his wife, the Kurosaki left his house for work.

“Does it happen very often?” The boxer asks his friend, seeing her unhappy face.

“Yes, at least for the last few months.” The woman doesn’t notice how her friend places his left arm on her shoulders, lost in her thoughts. “But he’s a doctor, that’s his duty.” Realizing the actions of the Mexican-Japanese, Orihime is surprised and tries to move away but, still affected by the liquor, she just gave up and relaxed on her friend and begins to massage the boxer’s bulge, remembering old times.

“I see you’ve been unsatisfied lately.” With his right hand, Yasutora began to massage the mature bust of her friend, who only giggled and returns the favor, her hand taking off his belt and lowering his pants and boxer a little, leaving the huge dick free from the tight jeans.

“It’s bigger than before.” Orihime whispered in astonishment, her hand unsuccessfully trying to wrap the thickness of the champion’s dick, moving up and down. The friends kissed lewdly, their tongues clashing as their hands caress each other’s bodies.

“Mmm.” The Kurosaki woman moaned as her friend with impunity reached inside her dress, moving her panties to one side and inserting two thick fingers into her wet vagina.