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A Christmas Threesome (Bleach)
🕑 Added 2020-12-25 20:24:38 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Threesome, Christmas Cosplay, Rough Sex
Summary: Riruka Dokugamine didn’t know why she agreed to help with a Christmas party or why she was playing Mrs. Claus to Ichigo’s Santa when Orihime (playing Santa’s elf) has a thing for him. “It’s Orihime” is probably the best explanation. But the Fullbringer’s sure the mistletoe Orihime pointed out over her and Ichigo’s heads after everyone else left wasn’t there earlier, and that the tradition doesn’t include Orihime also running under it to kiss her, or anything else the trio did that night. Still the best Christmas Riruka has had in years.
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“By everyone, thanks for coming! Merry Christmas!”
As Orihime shows the last of the guests out with her usual overwhelming exuberance, Riruka Dokugamine can’t help but continue to question the utter surrealness of the situation as a whole. It was one thing for them to invite her to their Christmas Party. That alone would have been a surprise, but a pleasant one. Riruka would have been glad to have been included in the friend group’s activities, especially given how the Fullbringer usually felt like she wasn’t a true part of Ichigo Kurosaki’s Inner Circle.
But that wasn’t all. When she’d shown up for the party, it was to find out that the time she’d been given was actually two hours before the festivities were supposed to start. Before Riruka could express her indignation and irritation with this state of affairs, Orihime had grabbed her up and dragged her off for the purposes of ‘getting changed’.
And that was how Riruka had found herself spending the entire Christmas Party playing the Mrs. Claus to Ichigo’s Santa. Not that Ichigo really fit in the role of Santa Claus either… the admittedly handsome man didn’t even bother wearing a white beard or some sort of get up to make him look fatter. He was his incredibly fit, entirely athletic, and utterly suave self like usual… just with a lot more red and white, which personally Riruka thought clashed horribly with his orange hair.
Not that her own magenta hair and eyes matched the red and white Mrs. Claus get up that Orihime had insisted she wear any better. With a skirt that was really just too short, and a shirt that showed off far too much of her cleavage, as well as stockings and high heels and… the whole shebang… well, Riruka had felt a little bit like a Christmas SLUT by the end of things.
The only reason she hadn’t categorically refused to wear the outfit was because Orihime had deigned to join her. It certainly WASN’T because she had any latent feelings for Ichigo or anything like that, nor did she want to impress him or whatever! Nope, it was solely because Orihime was getting dressed up as well that Riruka had gone along with everything.
Of course, that didn’t exactly explain why Orihime’s outfit was the ‘Santa’s Helper’ outfit. Orihime’s orange hair went a bit better with the green elf costume that the overly busty girl ended up wearing, but at the same time, her titanic tits barely fit in the top, nearly bursting out of them more than once over the course of the night. If anything, Riruka wondered if she would have fit the elf costume better… but Orihime wouldn’t hear of it, at the end of the day.
And now here she was, standing awkwardly next to Ichigo Kurosaki, watching Orihime see out the last of their guests. Except, when had Riruka become ‘not a guest’? When had she somehow graduated to getting to stay behind with Orihime and Ichigo when it seemed like just about everyone else was departing. The only reason she hadn’t left yet herself was because Orihime had spirited away her other clothes, and she needed the bubbly busty girl to tell her where they were so she could get changed and depart.
But instead, it felt like she was being led somewhere with all of this. Like the party was just getting started…
Closing and locking the door behind her, Orihime turns to face Riruka and Ichigo, beaming happily. Then, her eyes light up as she seems to take notice of something over their heads, and she claps her hands together giddily.
“Oh! Look you two! Mistletoe! Riruka, Ichigo! That means you have to kiss~”
Blinking owlishly, the magenta-haired Fullbringer looks up, only to realize with a jolt that there is indeed a sprig of mistletoe right above their heads hanging from the doorway they’re both stood in. It wasn’t there before she’s almost certain of it. They’re in the foyer of the home after all, everyone would have had to pass under it more than once, including her!
What the hell was this? Were they making fun of her? Looking to Ichigo, it’s to see him giving Orihime a fond, exasperated smile. Then the handsome young man looks to her, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a truly dashing, roguish grin.
“Well? What do you think?”
Put on the spot like that, Riruka fidgets and squirms. Finally though, she decides to treat this as the opportunity it could be.
“F-Fine! But only because it’s tradition! L-Lean down! You’re too damn tall!”
Ichigo laughs and does as she say, while Riruka gets up on her tip toes, wrapping her arms around his neck awkwardly. Like that, they kiss. Riruka isn’t sure what to expect, and at first that awkward feeling continues to persist. But then Ichigo’s hand is suddenly on the small of her back and he’s pulling her body up against his in such a cool, masculine way that Riruka can’t help but shudder and melt in his arms.
Of course, even as she finds herself greatly enjoying the kiss, the magenta-haired young woman is NOT expecting Orihime to squeal happily, clap her hands together gleefully, and race into the exchange. Before Riruka knows what’s happening, she’s kissing Orihime as well, the other girl turning things into a three-way makeout session as she all but smothers both of them in her overwhelming bust.
Riruka tenses up at first… but in the end, goes along for the ride. It’s a strange feeling, being desired. But there’s no denying that there’s a lot of desire for her in both Ichigo and Orihime’s actions. She’s not as much of a third wheel here as she might have expected. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s wearing the Mrs. Claus outfit, maybe it’s the fact that she’d kissed Ichigo first… or maybe it’s Orihime’s clear and obvious overwhelming need to constantly shower Riruka with love and attention.
When they finally pull away from each other, the three of them, Riruka’s bewilderment and amazement must be showing all over her face, because Ichigo has a smile of understanding for her as he dips his head down in acknowledgment of the strangeness of this whole encounter.
“In case it’s not obvious by now, Orihime has a bit of a crush on you, Riruka. She’s been wanting to include you in our relationship for quite some time. Possibly just for tonight… or if you’re agreeable to it, on a permanent basis. Maybe this is a little bit of a convoluted way of offering, but…”
Orihime practically has hearts in her eyes as she clasps her hands in front of her AGAIN, causing her massive bust to squish and shake and jiggle between her arms.
“Oh, please say yes Riruka! It would be the best Christmas ever!”
Staring between the handsome young man she’d secretly been crushing on since she met him, and the gorgeous girl she’d thought was the insurmountable challenge to being with him all this time, Riruka knows she probably looks ridiculous. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is opening and closing like a goldfish, nothing coming out for a bit.
What is she supposed to say? What is she supposed to do? Her usual defense mechanisms all feel… inadequate here. With the two of them just laying it out on the table like that, Riruka doesn’t feel right making a scene or a fuss… and honestly, she simply can’t deny her own feelings any longer.
“O-Okay…”
Orihime lets out a squeal of happiness, and grabs Riruka by the hand, dragging her to the bedroom. Ichigo follows along at a sedate pace, the normally brash and aggressive man actually rather calm and relaxed right now. It seems that in this arena at least, he’s all too happy to let Orihime take the reins. And that makes plenty of sense, because the orange-haired girl is all too ready to do so, her exuberance almost contagious as they reach the bedroom.
Before Riruka even knows it, she’s on her back with her top opened up and her skirt hiked to her waist. Her panties are the only thing that Orihime pulled off of her, leaving the rest of her still clad in her holiday costume, even as her breasts and pussy are both on full display for Ichigo to drink in. The ‘Santa Claus’ to her ‘Mrs. Claus’ looks her up and down and gives an approving nod as he strokes his thick, hard cock, pulled out of his pants and pointed right in her direction.
Meanwhile, Orihime has Riruka’s head in her lap, holding her steady and brushing her fingers through the Fullbringer’s magenta locks.
“You’ll love it, Riruka. Ichigo is such a passionate lover. Give it to her good, Ichigo~ I wanna watch you wreck her like you wreck me!”
Riruka can’t help but blush a deep shade of red at that, but she doesn’t bother contradicting Orihime’s demand. Because in all honesty, she kind of wants that too from the sound of things. Seeing her reaction, seemingly able to read her thoughts on the matter from her face, Ichigo chuckles and just nods, climbing onto the bed and placing his cock betwixt her thighs.
“Are you ready, ‘Mrs. Claus’?”
Scowling, even as she trembles from the feel of his cockhead against her pussy lips, Riruka puts on the bravest face she can.
“O-Of course, I am! J-Just give it to me already!”
He grins knowingly… but does as he’s told. A loud cry leaves Riruka’s lips and her back arches as Ichigo finally drives his cock deep into her quim. She wasn’t fully drooling yet, but she was already fairly wet from the makeout session and the sheer anticipation of what was about to happen. Soon enough, she’s sopping as Ichigo begins to piston in and out of her, her increased durability leaving her MORE than capable of taking a little rough sex.
Maybe Orihime knew that. Maybe she knew exactly what Riruka could handle, and that the best sex for her would be a pounding that she would never forget. In the end, all Riruka knows is that she’s getting plowed silly, and it feels absolutely phenomenal. In no time at all, she cries out that she’s cumming, orgasming explosively along Ichigo’s cock. But Ichigo just keeps fucking her through it anyways, and Orihime seems ecstatic.
“That’s it! Now you’re getting into it! Harder, Ichigo! Give it to her harder!”
Riruka can scarcely believe her ears in all honesty, even as Ichigo picks up his pace again, redoubling it. So this was the kind of girl that Orihime was, huh? Clearly, the two of them were in an established relationship. But it seemed like the big-breasted young woman had a thing for watching Ichigo with other girls.
Was their offer from earlier still valid then? Did she really have a permanent place with them if she wanted it? In the midst of getting the best fuck of her life, Riruka finds herself looking up into Orihime’s eyes, her head still in the other girl’s lap.
“D-Did you mean it? T-The two of you? Did you m-mean it when, ooh, when you said I could b-be with you both… p-permanently?”
Ichigo and Orihime exchange a look at that, with Orihime answering as Ichigo keeps on fucking her. Beaming happily, the busty beauty nods her head enthusiastically.
“Yes! None of the others we’ve had fun with have gotten on bored, unfortunately… some don’t like the idea of a threesome at all, while others just want a one night stand or a fuck buddy relationship. But if you want to be ours, you can be Riruka! You can even be the Main Girlfriend!”
Ichigo speaks up at that, his voice exasperated.
“I’ve already told you Orihime, I’m not all about that main girl, side girl nonsense. You’d both be equal in my eyes. No exceptions.”
Grinning wickedly, as if this is a conversation that they’ve had multiple times, Orihime nods at Ichigo… and then winks at Riruka.
“Sure, Ichigo~ Riruka… we can talk later!”
So Orihime didn’t just have a sharing fetish, she might have a full-blown cuckquean fetish. Riruka… wasn’t sure how to feel about that. But honestly, it wasn’t going to stop her from joining in on this crazy relationship. Her one shot at happiness? She wasn’t about to let that pass her by!
“I-I’m in!”
Orihime squeals happily and claps her hands together again, while Ichigo’s grin widens and his pace picks up. It’s not long before Riruka is seeing stars, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she orgasms explosively again and again around Ichigo’s dick until he finally cums inside of her.
By that point, she’s more than spent, and all too happy to lay there on the bed on her side, watching as Ichigo fucks Orihime doggystyle. Apparently, getting her hair pulled from behind while also having her ass and tits spanked one after the other is Orihime’s favorite position, and Ichigo is more than tall enough with enough reach around to give her exactly what she desires.
Running her hands down her own body, touching herself to the view, Riruka bites her lower lip, still feeling her Christmas costume in places, even as Ichigo’s cum drools from her womb. It’s pretty sexy, watching Ichigo’s ‘Santa Claus’ desecrating Orihime’s slutty, big-tittied ‘Elf Helper’. After a moment of finding her second wind, the Fullbringer gets to her knees and presses herself up against Ichigo from behind, beginning to egg him on just like Orihime did with her.
The best part is, he listens to what she has to say, following her advice and suggestions for how to properly punish and discipline their ‘naughty elf slut’. It feels good to be included, to be valued. It feels good to be part of something again, even if it’s just Orihime and Ichigo’s incredibly lewd relationship.
Without a doubt, this is Riruka’s best Christmas ever.
