Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Under Pressure (Bleach)

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Themes: Big Dick, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly

Summary: It turns out that Ichigo's immense Spiritual Pressure is good for more than just winning fights and letting him power through adversity. It also acts as catnip for female Shinigami.

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“Thanks for the fun, Ichigo~ I’ll be seeing ya!”
 
“Sure, Rangiku. Always a pleasure.”
 
As Rangiku blows Ichigo a kiss goodbye, the young man lets out a chuckle as he relaxes back on his bed. Without another word, the buxom blonde shinigami leaps out of the nearby open window and into the night, clad in her usual shinigami attire. If one were to see her, they probably wouldn’t even think she just had sex, or that she’d left her panties with Ichigo yet again as a trophy of his latest conquest of her.
 
But Rukia knew. Rukia knew, because she was in the closet, watching through the tiniest crack in the door with one hand buried between her legs. As Ichigo slowly falls asleep, the small shinigami whimpers quietly to herself, her other hand covering her mouth to hide her… exclamations.
 
It wasn’t fair! None of it was fair! And Rukia… Rukia was pretty sure she was at the end of her rope. She’d run out of patience, and it was finally time for her to get some j-just maybe.
 
Honestly, she hadn’t ever really thought much of it, back in the day. When she’d first given Ichigo her powers, empowering him enough so that he could save them all, Rukia had made note of his immense Spiritual Pressure, but ultimately it didn’t mean much to her. And then she got taken back to Soul Society and Ichigo came to save her, and that’s when she began to notice something was up.
 
Every single female shinigami that they came across acted really weirdly around Ichigo. It had taken Rukia some time to figure it out, but his immense power… it was like catnip for her fellow sister shinigami. They couldn’t get enough of being near him, and it helped that he was… well, hung like a horse. Rukia hadn’t put two and two together back then, but since that time, she’d managed to connect the dots.

The Soul Society, Ichigo’s mad dash to rescue her… Rukia was pretty sure he’d had sex with a good half dozen different women of varying power levels and ranks within the Soul Society before he was done. And it hadn’t stopped when they’d finally gotten back to the human world, either. The female shinigami continued to show up and continued to find excuses to visit Ichigo, to the point that there wasn’t a night that went by without one of them arriving for a booty call!
 
Rukia wasn’t even sure how to feel about the fact that they were all very ‘dine and dash’ about it either. None of them stuck around long after getting fucked. None of them wanted to be cuddled, nor did they seem inclined to stay the night. Rather, they got their dose of big fat Ichigo cock and went on their way, just like Rangiku just did. Rangiku Matsumoto, a Shinigami Lieutenant of all things! Sure, she’d always been sex on legs, but Rukia had never expected to see her on her back, legs in the air, HAVING sex!
 
And yet, she couldn’t look away. Ichigo’s presence didn’t have the same effect on her that it had on other female shinigami, but it really didn’t have to. His cock was so fucking big… and b-besides that, it was his personality that she’d fallen in love with! Rukia c-could care less about the way he made every single female shinigami that ended up in his bed squeal and shriek his name in ecstasy! She loved Ichigo because he was the man who’d come for her, who’d saved her when no one else would. He was her hero… w-was it so much to ask that she get a little piece of him?
 
No… no it wasn’t. Rukia was done hiding from her feelings. Ichigo looks like he’s falling asleep at this point, and so ever so slowly, the diminutive shinigami pushes open the door to the closet and carefully starts to crawl out of her living space and across Ichigo’s room. Part of her admits that it probably looks like something straight out of a horror movie, but luckily Ichigo doesn’t notice her creeping closer.
 
And so, she’s able to climb up onto the bed, kneeling between Ichigo’s legs. The young man sleeps in the nude, and more than that, his power keeps his warm all the time, leaving him able to sleep atop his bed with ease. His cock, recently spent, is currently soft and laid out along one of his inner thighs, while still being massive… certainly bigger than Rukia’s tiny hands can handle.
 
Still, that doesn’t stop her from taking his dick in her hands anyways, a sense of purpose and resolve filling her that won’t let her stop now. She’s here, and she’s not going to quit. T-This is her turn… this is her chance!
 
Still, her hands really aren’t up to the task, and she knows it. She needs something more, and so without even really hesitating or thinking about it, she puts his dick in her mouth. Needless to say, she immediately tastes his previous liaison on his cock. Having watched him pound Rangiku into a pleasured puddle of womanly flesh, Rukia should have expected as much.
 
She hates the taste of Rangiku but loves the taste of Ichigo. Luckily, she’s gotten rid of any traces of the buxom blonde shinigami after a little while and is just tasting Ichigo soon enough. Unluckily, she suddenly hears his voice from further up the bed.
 
“Wha-? Ru… Rukia?”
 
Glancing up, Rukia freezes like a deer caught in the headlights as her eyes alight upon Ichigo’s face. He’s staring down at her in shock and surprise… but as the seconds drag on and the two of them stare at one another, he doesn’t look disgusted or upset or even angry with her. Experimentally, Rukia bobs up and down his cock once… and he groans, rather than admonishing her.
 
Deciding to go for broke, she goes back to sucking his dick, though with her eyes fixed on his face this time, doing her level best to make sure everything she’s doing for him is pleasurable and enjoyable.
 
“F-Fuck, Rukia…”
 
Letting out a throaty groan, Ichigo tilts his head back and thrusts upwards with his hips instinctively. Rukia gags a little on his massive cock as it goes a bit too deep but adjusts all the same. She’s afraid of his size, worried about trying to take him down the back of her throat. But then, she’s also worried about taking him inside of her virgin pussy as well.
 
The thought that he might not fit… it’s honestly kept her away for a while now. Only after seeing dozens of her sister shinigami cycle through his bedroom at night has Rukia finally snapped and gone for broke. But even still, she’s cared that he’ll… that he’ll break her. The next smallest shinigami he’s fucked before her is Soifon, and while she’d survived the experience just fine, she’d certainly made some really stupid faces during.
 
Rukia was even smaller though. Who was to say his cock would even half fit inside of her?
 
Still, there was no point in putting it off forever. She would find out one way or another, here and now. Either things would end up in humiliation for her, or she would finally get what she so desperately desired. And so, after applying as much saliva and drool to Ichigo’s cock as she possibly can, the dark-haired shinigami pulls back off of his dick, swallowing nervously as she scurries up his body a bit more.
 
“Rukia… if I’d known you wanted a ride, I would have offered sooner.”
 
Ichigo’s tone is cocky and confident, as well as teasing. Rukia bristles instinctively but doesn’t bite his head off like she might have previously. Rather, doesn’t he have every right to be cocky right now? After all, it was she who snuck into HIS bed and began sucking his cock while he slept…
 
Still, as she places her pussy lips against the side of his member and rubs up and down it, Rukia can’t help flushing and averting her gaze, scoffing quietly.
 
“H-How could I not? You saved my life, and you didn’t think I’d fall in l-love with you? Tch, you big-dicked playboy…”
 
Ichigo’s eyes go wide at that in surprise, before softening into something kind and affectionate.
 
“Rukia, I didn’t realize…”
 
“N-No shit you didn’t… Now stay s-still.”
 
Ichigo abides by her instruction, simply laying there as Rukia climbs aboard. She has to get up on her knees all the way just to put her pussy above his rock hard cock. Breath hitching, she toys with her own pussy lips using his fat bulbous cockhead, groaning as she manages to fit him against her entrance. She’s so small and he’s so big… but the shinigami will be damned if she chickens out now.
 
Grasping his cock with both of her hands, Rukia begins to descend Ichigo’s length. The first inch is the hardest, her pussy stretching wide around his cock and making her gasp for air and in disbelief. And then the second inch pops in much faster, followed by the third and fourth. She shudders in orgasmic ecstasy, her pussy already primed from masturbating to him fucking Rangiku earlier. Her slick wet insides are ready for him… or as ready as they’re ever going to be.
 
Still, she’s too afraid to go any further than this. Barely impaled a third of the way down Ichigo’s cock, she can’t imagine taking half or Spirit King forbid, all of him inside of her. He’s just… he’s just so big! Suddenly, his hands are on her slight hips and Rukia freezes up as she looks down into Ichigo’s lustful, intensely horny eyes.
 
“Rukia… I’m not sure I can hold back if you stop there.”
 
Her blush is incandescent in the moonlight coming in from the nearby window. Of course, she should have known. Or rather, she did know. She knew how Ichigo could be, especially with the sturdy shinigami women that constantly graced his bed these days. He wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, and she was certainly that.
 
And yet, as Ichigo speaks, Rukia finds her worry and fear melting away. If it’s in his hands, then somehow, she trusts him to be capable of anything. She knows he won’t hurt her, her beloved savior. And so, gasping for breath, eyes lidded with pleasure and a desire to experience more of his dick, Rukia shakily nods.
 
“D-Do it… d-don’t hold back…”
 
Ichigo hesitates for only a moment longer… and then thrusts up into her. Rukia chokes, feeling like the wind has been knocked out of her, like a punch in the gut. He’s halfway inside of her when she looks down next, her belly starting to bulge with his sizable member. But Ichigo isn’t done. With his grip on her waist, he slowly pulls her back up his length… and then slams her down, thrusting up once more.
 
Rukia looks track of a lot of things around that point. Her vision goes fuzzy, her eyes rolling around in her head. Her tongue lolls out of her open mouth as she moans wantonly. Her pussy clenches uselessly around the massive intrusion barreling its way all the way to the entrance of her womb. One might think Ichigo had bottomed out when he hit her cervix, that he could go no further then that in her small pussy.
 
But one would be wrong. For all that Rukia had fretted, she was still a shinigami. And shinigami women were VERY durable. Ichigo knew this from experience, and with a grunt, he pulls Rukia down the rest of the way onto his cock, her pussy lips finally touching the base of his impressively large meat spear, and said spear in turn impaling Rukia’s cervix, punching right into her womb.
 
Gurgling noisily and senselessly, Rukia hangs limp in the young man’s grasp as she all but rag dolls on his dick. Her taut abdomen is bulging with his cock, her pale flesh glistening with sweat from the exertion in the moonlight. But that… that’s just the beginning.
 
With another grunt, Ichigo begins to pull Rukia up his cock, only to slam her back down again. Up and down she goes as he bounces her on his dick. It can’t really be called riding, because there’s no conscious decision being made on Rukia’s part. She’s too busy cumming her brains out to ‘ride’ him. No, bouncing is much more apt a description.
 
Up and down, up and down, Rukia honestly loses track of how long it goes. Ichigo fucks her from below hard and fast, proving that even being on top, she has no control over anything. She’d thought by riding him, she could take it slow, but now some small part of her mind that’s still coherent realizes how silly that was to think. Ichigo doesn’t do slow. He only has one speed, and that’s full speed ahead at all times.
 
Rukia can’t really bring herself to mind though. Not that she’d minding much of anything as she continues to bounce up and down on his cock, eyes rolling back in her skull, face probably looking even sillier than Soifon’s did when he fucked her. In the end, it’s exactly what Rukia needs… along with the powerful, filling creampie Ichigo gives her a moment later.
 
But even after he finishes filling her womb with his seed, the diminutive shinigami isn’t fully done. Much like all of her sister shinigami, Rukia bounces back. Unlike them, she has nowhere else to be and no desire to leave. And so Ichigo keeps fucking her. Next on her hands and knees as she ends up biting the pillow hard enough to tear it in two while he plows her from above. And then on her side, and then on her back, and then in another half dozen positions.
 
They go all night long, the two of them, and when they’re finally done, Rukia collapses into Ichigo’s side, unable and honestly unwilling to muster the strength to crawl back to her closet. Rather… maybe it was time for her to move out of that closet for good… and move into Ichigo’s bed on a permanent basis.
 
With a soft, contented smile on her face, Rukia falls asleep curled into Ichigo’s side, her belly full of his cum. After so long, the little shinigami is right where she belongs.

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