Categories > Anime/Manga > Bleach > O, injurious pleasures
"Mmmm," Rukia said as she snuggled up against Orhime. "Dirty pillows."
Renji's eyes grew like saucers as he yanked the binoculars away from Kon, nearly causing him to choke--a feat for a mod soul plushie that did not require oxygen.
"Oooh, Kuchiki-san!" Orihime trilled as Rukia buried her face between Orihime's breasts.
"Kon, stop bleeding, you're getting my socks wet," Ichigo grumbled as he jostled Renji for the binoculars.
Hitsugaya rolled his eyes as he leaned against the wall. Matsumoto was too busy taping to respond to anyone, but she managed a kick at her disgruntled captain.
"You're so much cuter, Kuchiki-san," Orihime moaned as her wet fingers slid in and out of Rukia.
"No, you're so much cuter, Inoue-san," Rukia replied as she thrust her fist into Orihime.
"ARGH," Hitsugaya cried. "Keep those inside your pants, where they belong. All of you."
Ichigo and Renji sheepishly obeyed. Kon, however, was defiant.
"I didn't know that plushies came with such packaging," Matsumoto murmured, swivelling her camera to capture Kon in all his glory.
Orihime and Rukia let out joint moans of release. Matsumoto turned back, but it was too late--they were half asleep, spooning against each other, the light glistening against the sheen of sweat on their panting bodies. Ichigo and Renji focused their wrath on Kon, now fleeing the scene. Hitsugaya rolled his eyes.
"Can we go now?" he asked.
"And that's a wrap," Matsumoto said as she shut off her camera.
Renji's eyes grew like saucers as he yanked the binoculars away from Kon, nearly causing him to choke--a feat for a mod soul plushie that did not require oxygen.
"Oooh, Kuchiki-san!" Orihime trilled as Rukia buried her face between Orihime's breasts.
"Kon, stop bleeding, you're getting my socks wet," Ichigo grumbled as he jostled Renji for the binoculars.
Hitsugaya rolled his eyes as he leaned against the wall. Matsumoto was too busy taping to respond to anyone, but she managed a kick at her disgruntled captain.
"You're so much cuter, Kuchiki-san," Orihime moaned as her wet fingers slid in and out of Rukia.
"No, you're so much cuter, Inoue-san," Rukia replied as she thrust her fist into Orihime.
"ARGH," Hitsugaya cried. "Keep those inside your pants, where they belong. All of you."
Ichigo and Renji sheepishly obeyed. Kon, however, was defiant.
"I didn't know that plushies came with such packaging," Matsumoto murmured, swivelling her camera to capture Kon in all his glory.
Orihime and Rukia let out joint moans of release. Matsumoto turned back, but it was too late--they were half asleep, spooning against each other, the light glistening against the sheen of sweat on their panting bodies. Ichigo and Renji focused their wrath on Kon, now fleeing the scene. Hitsugaya rolled his eyes.
"Can we go now?" he asked.
"And that's a wrap," Matsumoto said as she shut off her camera.
Sign up to rate and review this story