Behind Ichigo's Back (Patreon)

Orihime is cheating on Ichigo with Omeada and no one knows, even after the two start uploading online.

Tags: Bleach, Cheating, Orihime Inoue, Omeada Marechiyo, Vaginal, Oral, Public Sex, Creampie, Masturbation,

Having to go to the bathroom during class wasn’t exactly something that new for Orihime, but the blush that was on her cheeks as she rushed her way out of the room certainly was. Fortunately for her, no one sent a text to her phone as she was making her way through the halls. Which meant that Ichigo wasn’t texting her to ask if she was okay. On one hand, it worried her that he didn’t check on her. But on the other hand, when she spotted Omeada waiting outside of the girl’s bathroom for her, Orihime knew that it would be better if Ichigo didn’t try to contact her.

Omeada couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he watched her turn into the bathroom without missing a beat. Since he wasn’t using one of those fake bodies right now, he didn’t have to worry about the average human seeing him fooling around with Orihime. Which was great for being able to tease her. But there was still a slight concern in the back of his mind about her friends seeing him. If Ichigo caught him fooling around with his girlfriend, there’s no telling just what would happen.

Fortunately, understanding how oblivious Ichigo could be when it didn’t involve his friends being safe, Omeada was confident that he was in the clear. Especially when he looked through the halls to see if anyone else was around before following Orihime into the bathroom.

“Did you have to come find me while I’m in class? I thought we had a deal that you wouldn’t do anything in public?” The blush that was on Orihime’s cheeks began to grow darker as she stepped into a stall and didn’t close the door, allowing Omeada to do that for her. “You don’t want to get caught, after all…”

“You’re right, I don’t. But the average person isn’t going to see me. And besides…” Omeada smirked as he leaned over Orihime, his lips only inches away from hers. “You love it when you have my attention in public. That’s why I tried so hard to get stationed here. Nobody believed that Ichigo would need the help but as soon as I said it was just to be insurance to keep his friend safe, there wasn’t any argument.”

Orihime watched a massive smirk come to Omeada’s face, noticing that he wasn’t hiding just how excited he was to be in here with her. “W-Well… Yeah, but we had a deal…”

“Not really. You just asked if I would keep things private if I wanted your attention. And I told you that I would think about it.~” Omeada couldn’t stop himself from chuckling as he pulled away from Orihime, watching the blush on her cheeks start to fade. “You took that and ran with it, but I never agreed to keep things in your home.”

Orihime let out a heavy breath as she turned her head to the side, realizing that he had a point. She didn’t know if he was telling the full truth or just trying to twist things, but it didn’t exactly matter. “F-Fine… But what do you want this time…?” Before anything was said, Orihime felt Omeada’s hand latching onto her breast through her top. The blush that was fading immediately came back, turning a deep shade of red against her fair cheeks. “O-Omea--”

She was unable to get his name out of her mouth before he caught her in a deep and passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that she wanted to share with Ichigo only, his tongue pushing into her mouth and dominating the display of affection. Almost as soon as his tongue entered her mouth, his hand started to knead and toy with her breast, his fingers sinking into her soft titflesh through her top. At least, that was until his other hand slithered its way underneath her clothes so that he could cop a feel of her bare chest.

Omeada pulled away from Orihime to look her in the eyes as he groped her, pinching one of her nipples while squeezing her other breast. “You ask what I want this time… I want to play with my new toy. That’s not a problem, is it?~” He didn’t give her a chance to say anything before pulling her top over her massive breasts, playfully gasping at the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Such a naughty girl. I thought a girl of your size would need a bra to get by day to day. But I guess you’re one of the lucky ones.~”

Orihime couldn’t bring herself to say anything as he began to fondle her chest once again. In the back of her mind, she knew that she shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as she was. But as his fingers sank into her breasts, his grip tightened on her body, and she looked down to see his cock struggling against his clothes, something inside her just craved his touch. Something deep down craved the treatment he was giving her. And maybe that was why Omeada felt so entitled to her body like he was.

However, this didn’t last too long before Omeada turned Orihime’s body around, making her face the bathroom wall while her rear end pressed against his crotch. Without a moment of hesitation, Omeada flipped her skirt onto her back so he could get a clear view of her supple rear end. “And that ass… It’s to die for. It’s too bad Ichigo hasn’t had his chance to play with it yet.~”

Orihime groaned as she felt his hands caressing her rear end, giving it a few quick spanks and watching it jiggle. “A-Are you just going to ogle at it…? I… I know you want to take your time but… I can’t take too long without someone in class getting suspicious…”

A heavy, almost disappointed sigh left Omeada at the reminder. “Shit… Yeah, you’re right. I might as well take advantage while I can. Only to send you back dripping my cum down your leg.~”

A sharp breath left Orihime when she felt Omeada’s throbbing cock pressing against her cheeks under her skirt. It was clear that he wanted to tease her more than anything right now, but he wasn’t going to get her in trouble and make people suspicious that something was going on. The heat that radiated from his member felt wonderful the last few times she got to experience it. But there was something about this one that made it feel different. Better. More enticing than the other times.

Maybe it was because they were in public again. Maybe it was because Ichigo was only one text away and she could always make this stop at any moment. Or maybe it was the fact that another girl walked into the bathroom while Orihime was in it, causing her heart rate to spike just as Omeada slowly and carefully filled her pussy with his shaft. Inch after inch pushed into her cunt and stretched her inner walls, causing her to moan before she was able to stop herself.

But, of course, that only pushed Omeada to do better than he currently was. He heard the other girl’s shoes click against the floor, her turning toward the stall. “Well? You don’t want her catching us, do you?~”

Orihime stayed silent for a moment, hoping that the silence would cause the girl to ignore the sound she made and go about her business. Unfortunately, that was when there was a gentle knock on the stall followed by a gentle ‘Are you okay?’ Taking a deep breath, Orihime nodded her head and cleared her throat. “Y-Yes, I’m alright. Just… I don’t know. I didn’t expect that noise to come out of me.”

With a giggle following her horrible excuse, Orihime seemed to give herself and Omeada the time they needed. The girl immediately went back into her own stall and began to ignore them. “T-Thank you…” Orihime whispered, hoping that there would be no more interruptions before Omeada was done with her.

However, as Omeada began to work himself into a proper rhythm, fucking Orihime in the bathroom stall, Orihime knew that she wouldn’t be able to keep herself quiet. She quickly brought one of her hands to her mouth to keep it covered, hoping it would be enough to not let the girl hear the moans that were leaving her. And for a moment, it was. Omeada was busy feeling up her supple ass cheeks as he fucked her, giving her shapely cheeks a quick spank from time to time. And the stranger didn’t seem to notice that it was happening.

Unfortunately for Orihime, that’s when Omeada changed things up. Before she knew it, one of his hands was pulling on her long hair while the other grabbed onto her face, two of his fingers tugging on the corner of her mouth. Of course, with his fingers in her mouth, she was unable to keep herself quiet anymore. So when he picked up the pace of his thrusts, fucking her into the wall like there was no tomorrow, there was no way Orihime could keep herself quiet. Even with her hand covering her mouth, the gap Omeada’s hand caused was enough to make her moans spill free into the bathroom.

Fortunately, that girl didn’t say anything to Orihime, instead deciding to dash out of the bathroom like there was no tomorrow. “Oh no…”

“Oh well!~” Omeada couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he tugged on Orihime’s hair so that her head was cocked back far enough for her to be able to look him in the face. “I guess we won’t have to worry about you being quiet anymore.~”

It was clear to Orihime at that moment that Omeada wasn’t scared about some human catching on to what they were doing. And that seemed to spark something inside of her that she hadn’t felt before. Of course, she didn’t want to be cheating on Ichigo like she was, but to have someone who was unashamed in the desire he had for her? It caused her to feel more special than it should have. Especially since Omeada didn’t hesitate to lean down and steal another kiss from her.

However, Orihime was quick to return this kiss, eagerly accepting his affection as her pleasure and lust started to skyrocket. She knew that she shouldn’t feel good due to him of all people, but the way he treated her was just too good for her to ignore. And when he pulled away from the kiss and spat in her mouth, Orihime found herself instinctively closing her mouth and swallowing.

Relishing in the way that he was treating her, Omeada didn’t show any hesitation as he buried each and every inch of his dick into Orihime, with the intent of pumping every drop of his cum into her pussy. He didn’t know if he would be able to get a human pregnant while being just a spirit, but it wasn’t going to stop him from trying with her. She would be the perfect test subject for him.

On the other hand, as Orihime felt Omeada throbbing and pulsing inside of her she was thrown over the edge and into an orgasm as well. The sudden blast of heat pumping into her womb caused her to reach the peak of her pleasure, her inner walls clamping down like a vice around the cock that was currently erupting into her. She tried milking every drop of cum that she could from him, enjoying the feeling of her inner walls being painted a thick shade of white.

However, it was at that moment that Omeada pulled out of Orihime’s tight snatch and chuckled as he watched his cum start dripping down her thighs and onto the floor beneath them. “Perfect.~” With a loud and shameless laugh, he quickly swatted her ass cheek and watched it turn red, whistling in joy. “Let’s see you make your way back to class while dripping like this.~”

With the pleasure that she felt still surging through her, Orihime didn’t know what to say or do at this moment. She needed to make her way back to class, but the feeling of Omeada’s cock leaving her empty and dripping made her feel like something was missing from her life. A heavy sigh left her lips as she tried to straighten herself out in the stall. It was easy for her to feel his cum dripping down her ass and onto her thighs, only to then drip onto the floor underneath her. “O-Omeada…”

“Don’t start begging for more, Orihime. I know you want it, but you’ve got to get back before anyone worries about you.” Omeada couldn’t stop himself from chuckling as he stepped out of the stall and gestured for Orihime to leave. “I’ll be waiting for you once school ends. Got that?”

“Y-Yeah…” Orihime let out a shaky breath, the pleasure he brought her still radiating through her. But she didn’t question him at this point. Not when she knew he was right. She quickly made her way out of the stall and bathroom, making her way into the hall and toward the classroom. However, she passed by another few students who looked her way, almost like they were surprised. Being who she was, Orihime was used to looks from students who didn’t know her, all of them naturally wondering about her breast size. But with Omeada’s cum dripping down her thigh, she didn’t know if those students could see a shinigami’s cum or if it was the natural curiosity about her body.

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When school finally ended, Orihime found Omeada waiting for her just like he said he would be. Fortunately, it was Ichigo’s turn to clean the classroom, so there were no questions about her leaving without him. But she found Omeada at the back of the school with a bright smile on his face. “You… I didn’t think you would actually wait on me like this…”

“Well, I went about my day, handled a few hollows while you were in class, and I’ve only been here a few minutes.” Omeada smirked as he fished out his cock, showing no hesitation in bringing it out. “I hope you weren’t looking for me for too long. I’d have to keep your needy cunt waiting.~”

“N-Needy?” There was a sense of offense in Orihime’s voice as she stepped closer toward Omeada, realizing as soon as she spoke that she needed to be at least kind of quiet. “What do you mean ‘needy’?” When he started toying with his cock in front of her, stroking it, her eyes immediately dropped down to it. “I… I am not needy for your cock…”

“Sure you aren’t. That’s why you meet me every time I tell you to instead of telling your boyfriend that could easily kill me if he had half a mind to.” Omeada chuckled under his breath as he brought a hand to Orihime’s shoulder and pushed her straight down to her knees. “Get to sucking. I want to make use of that mouth of yours.”

Almost immediately, Orihime did as she was told. She took the first few inches of Omeada’s shaft into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and starting to bob her head. In the back of her mind, she knew that Omeada was right. If she just told Ichigo, then he would handle this and no one would argue against it. But every time she was met with Omeada’s cock, every time it was in her mouth, every time it was buried inside of her, the thought of fighting against him was quickly wiped from her mind. Orihime didn’t know if it was because she loved the way he felt inside of her, if she loved his taste, if he was better than Ichigo, or if she was just left unsatisfied with Ichigo.

Whatever the reason was, it didn’t exactly matter. Not when being used by a man who wasn’t her boyfriend turned her on as much as it did. No matter her reason for letting it happen, the fact remained that Orihime was letting it happen and nothing was going to change that. Which is exactly why she brought one of her hands to her breast and the other between her legs. There was no hesitation as she slipped her hand underneath her skirt and into her panties, teasing her pussy. All while groping herself through her uniform’s top.

Omeada watched in glee as Orihime got more and more excited with each passing session of theirs. When he first started teasing her, she barely wanted to even touch him. But now that they had established she enjoyed herself, she didn’t hesitate to masturbate when he was using her mouth or breasts. “You’re learning so well and becoming such a perfect slut. It’s such a shame I can’t show you off like I want to.~”

Orihime’s heart surged in her chest when she heard that. ‘Show her off’? Just what could he even have in mind for showing her off? The only person he should be able to get in touch with would be people at the Soul Society, Kisuke, and Ichigo’s group. There wouldn’t be anyone to show her off to. Or maybe… Maybe online? Omeada had boasted a few times about finding some ‘good sluts to watch’ online. But then wouldn’t Ichigo be able to see her?

Unfortunately for her, Orihime’s mind was so swamped with pleasure and lust after only a few moments of sucking Omeada’s cock and masturbating that she couldn’t really think clearly. She was happily fingering herself as she bobbed her head up and down the length of his shaft. Only to have him grab a firm hold of her head and start thrusting like there was no tomorrow. Her heart skipped a few beats as he swiftly picked up the pace of his thrusts, getting rougher as he did so.

Having Omeada’s dick force itself into her throat and feel like it was going to push into her stomach, Orihime couldn’t control herself anymore. Due to the pleasure of teasing herself as well, she came first between the two of them. Her inner walls clamped down around her fingers, convulsing as she did her best to not scream around his dick. There was no telling if anyone around could hear her muffled pleasure, after all. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she accepted every inch of his member, hoping for him to cum on her tongue and into her stomach, filling her with his seed.

Fortunately for Orihime, Omeada wasn’t far off. Maybe it was the joy of seeing her cum first. Maybe it was the excitement of fucking her face like he was. Or maybe it was the taboo of having a woman cheat on her partner with him, just like the other times. Or maybe it was the fact that he could see Ichigo’s back pressed against the glass of one of the classrooms above him, only delighting him even more that the Substitute Soul Reaper had no idea what he was doing with his girlfriend.

Rope after rope of Omeada’s cum flooded Orihime’s throat, pushing back into her mouth and causing her to start swallowing every drop that she could. Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to get it all at the same time, so some of it came spilling out the corners of her mouth. Which prompted Omeada to pull his cock out of her mouth and slap it down against her face.

Immediately, Orihime swallowed down the rest in one gulp, her pussy quivering in excitement as she felt a few more ropes of cum splatter against her face and get into her hair. In the head of the moment, she wanted to know what she would look like to the normal humans at the school. But when she opened her eyes and saw Omeada looking down with his phone in between them, Orihime couldn’t stop herself from squealing quietly in glee. It was almost like he was permanently marking her as his fucktoy. And for reasons beyond her current understanding, it turned her on for him to be taking pictures of her like this.

And that excitement only grew when he started recording a video, dragging his dick along her face. “Come on, Slut. Why don’t you thank me for the meal I just gave you? Most whores would be jealous to be fed so much.~”

“Thank you, Omeada-san!~ The meal was delicious.~” Orihime smiled before placing a few kisses against his cock, dragging her tongue along it afterward. “I can’t wait for you to feed me again.~”

It was at that moment that Omeada started to put his phone away, smirking down at her. He slapped her with his shaft another few times, listening to the happy moans that left her. “It’s really too bad that I can’t--”

“Post them online.” Orihime quickly interrupted Omeada, letting out a shameless burp a moment later. “Post it online. I don’t care. Just…”

“Keep your identity hidden. Yeah, I’ll do what I can.”

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After the realization that Orihime wanted Omeada to show her off, he didn’t waste any time taking as many pictures and videos as he could of her. Anything from taking a few shots of her groping herself while not showing her face to videos of her without underwear from underneath her skirt, and everything in between that he could think of. It was incredible to him how much she was enjoying herself. Especially when he would do risky things like flipping her skirt in public when there were people around, causing them to turn and look.

However, out of everything the two of them had done together for him to record, nothing could compare to the missionary sex he was currently recording. The camera was set in a way that somehow hid Orihime’s face while showing the impressive cock that she was taking, and revealing her body at the same time. He didn’t know how he was able to pull it off, but Omeada couldn’t bring himself to care as his tongue violated Orihime’s mouth in the same way his cock violated her cunt.

Orihime happily suckled on his tongue as he fucked her into the mattress in the missionary position. She knew that he was recording her, but she didn’t know just how or where he was recording her from, having been told to keep her eyes closed as he set up. The anticipation from waiting caused her lust to skyrocket, making her incredibly happy when he finally started to pound into her. Hot and heavy breaths started to leave her almost immediately after she was filled with his shaft, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size.

Just like before, it never failed to surprise her how good he felt inside of her cunt. But there was something special about this time. And she knew it was because he was recording her with the intention to upload it. Her heart raced in her chest as his tongue left her mouth, allowing her to scream out in pure and utter bliss as his cock hammered against the entrance to her womb with each thrust that filled her.

In the back of her mind, she could only hope that Omeada would have the decency to blur her face or something for the recording. But it didn’t matter all that much to her. Not when his mouth immediately wrapped around her breast and started to suckle on her soft mound, toying with it for the camera and for their pleasure. Her inner walls tightened around his member as it continued to pound into her. All while her voice grew louder and louder with each passing thrust, the pleasure that she felt clear to everyone who would eventually see this video.

For Omeada, it always felt good to have Orihime’s pussy quivering around his shaft. Convulsing in pleasure and expectation. He was happy to have been able to train her as thoroughly as he did. Especially when she didn’t even hesitate to grab onto his head and pull him into a kiss as she got closer to her orgasm. He knew that she had to be loving the recording more than he was. Because, at first, Omeada just wanted a way to remember all of this if their toying around ever stopped. But when she wanted him to post things online, it now became something better for both of them.

“You’re such a slut for cheating on a man you love so much.~”

The words caused Orihime’s heart to skip a beat in her chest. They were right, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction right now. Not when denying him would result in him fucking her for longer, trying to more thoroughly train her. “D-Don’t say that! I… I am not a slut… You’re the only one I’m fucking other than him!” She did her best to sound a bit pathetic, wanting to put on a show for those who might watch. But deep down, she wanted to scream Omeada’s name and tell him to keep fucking her as roughly as he could.

“Oh really? You’re sure you wouldn’t cheat on I-” Before he could finish, Omeada felt Orihime pull him into yet another kiss. This time, it lasted only long enough to keep the name that was on his lips from coming out. And as soon as that moment passed, she pushed him away from her. “Right right… You don’t want to hear about him when you’re with me. Can’t say I blame you!~”

At that moment, Orihime felt the intensity of Omeada’s thrusts increase. And she was unable to stop herself from screaming in bliss as she came on his cock. Her inner walls tightened around him as he continued to thrust, fucking her through her orgasm before finally erupting inside of her. Fortunately for the pleasure that surged through Orihime, he continued to fuck her through his orgasm as well. Omeada didn’t change pace as he fucked her while painting her inner walls a thick shade of white from his spunk. Nor did he adjust himself as he flooded her womb with his seed, pumping her more than full enough cum to get someone pregnant under normal circumstances.

And in the heat of the moment, Orihime wasn’t sure if she should be excited or upset that this wasn’t a normal circumstance. However, when she noticed him reaching for the camera, she brought one of her hands over her face, being sure to cover her eyes and forehead. Hot and heavy pants left her as she tried to catch her breath, enjoying the way it felt to have the camera on her. “Can you put that down and… Go for another round…?”

Omeada smirked as he turned the camera off and nodded his head. “Sure thing, Orihime. Let’s see if a shinigami can get a human pregnant!” Without wasting a moment, he turned her over so that she was face down with her ass in the air. “It’s too bad Ichigo won’t be able to enjoy your pussy properly anymore.~”

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About a week after that night, Orihime barely tried to hide the fact that she was cheating on Ichigo. Of course, not a single photo or video of her online had her face in it. Whether it was blurred, censor-barred, or pixelated, she didn’t care. But Omeada was careful enough for no one to know it was her. He didn’t want it traced back to him, after all.

However, as she stepped into class today, Orihime was happily scrolling on her phone through the social media account that she and Omeada shared. Everything that they had posted was blowing up and seemed to be loved by almost everyone who had seen it. There were a few people who didn’t like the fact that the account was based on a cheating couple, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Not when she was the one who was cheating on her partner.

Dozens of comments saying they were jealous of the man that was fucking a body like hers, plenty of women saying they were jealous of Orihime, and plenty of people just saying that what they did and shared was incredibly hot. Even on the new picture that was posted an hour ago, people loved the fact that Orihime was wearing a dozen used condoms tied to the inside of her skirt and just barely dangling low enough to see them without being a creep. She dragged her tongue along her lips as she sat down at her desk, enjoying the fact that none of the people admiring her body didn’t know she was actively wearing that outfit right here and now.

Orihime’s breath caught in her throat when she heard Keigo calling to Ichigo. She looked over to see her boyfriend’s perverted friend. “Don’t tell me…”

“Ichigo! Ichigo! Have you seen this new model that’s going absolutely viral?! Everyone’s loving her!”

“Why would I look at that stuff? I have a girlfriend.” Ichigo sighed as Keigo shoved his phone in his face. “Keigo!”

“I mean, fair, yeah. But isn’t she fucking gorgeous? I’m sure Orihime wouldn’t mind you looking at a woman that your friend is trying to show you. Auburn hair, massive tits, a slender figure but a bit of pudge in the best spots?!” Keigo nearly started melting in front of Ichigo as he looked at the porn of Orihime on his phone. “Plus, she looks young! She looks as if she’s a little older than us. You think that would mean I have a shot?”

“Jeez, Keigo. I don’t know. You could always try and find her to find out.”

“I thought of that. But her face is always hidden. At least it’s still hot. I’ve already gotten--”

“Don’t care to know, bud.”