Bleach - Rangiku x Reader

Summary: Rangiku was a Soul Reaper disguised as a student at Karakura Town. You were a simple janitor that figured out her secret. Rather than let herself get blackmailed, Rangiku challenged you to a night at the love hotel and you agreed.

Do you think you can come out on top? Can you outfuck the wonderful, big-titty Rangiku Matsumoto? Time to find out.

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Karakura High was as chaotic and loud as ever. Students buzzed through the halls, slamming lockers, chattering about quizzes, gossip, and lunch plans. But among them moved a figure who didn't quite fit—no matter how much she tried to.

Rangiku Matsumoto, the famously buxom lieutenant of Squad 10, stood out like a sore thumb. Not just because she was technically hundreds of years too old to be a student, but because she looked like no high schooler ever. Her tight uniform top strained against her ridiculous bust and she regularly tripped over her own feet—or someone else's—while trying to look inconspicuous.

Boobs always jiggling, he caused every guy in a ten mile radius to sprout erections. Embarrassing as it was, who could blame them? That chick's tits when she ran were as gorgeous as her face. To point a flaw in Rangiku was impossible. Even her beauty mark was exactly that: a beauty mark. 

"Good morning, Matsumoto-senpai!" a passing student chirped.

"Ah—morning!" she said with a dazzling smile, waving, before immediately stumbling over her own shoe. Again.

Yes, she was very popular here.

Truth be told, her mission in the human world had ended days ago. The supposed powerful hollow-human hybrid turned out to be a poor sap who'd gotten his spirit energy scrambled by some leftover medicine from Urahara's shop. She'd neutralized it in half a day. Easy.

But was she going to leave and return to Soul Society right away?

Pfft. No.

"Too much work waiting back home," Rangiku muttered as she sat atop the roof during lunch, sipping from a juice box. "And besides, Karakura's got its... perks."

Perks like lazing around, long naps in the nurse's office, getting free snacks from smitten students, and—well, one regrettably ridiculous night with Keigo Asano. He had been charming in a weird, over-eager puppy way. She hadn't expected the karaoke bar to turn into a love hotel nightcap.

'One mistake,' Rangiku told herself. 'Okay... two. That after-midnight convenience store stop was not my proudest moment either.'

That was when you showed up. You, a janitor at this school. You, who didn't think much of your job until the big-titty orangehead showed up.

"Hi," you greeted. Alone on the rooftop, it was just the two of you. 

"Hi there!" Rangiku flashed you a grin and a wink. "What's up, handsome?"

You weren't loud like Keigo or nosebleed-prone like Mizuiro. You didn't trip over yourself trying to talk to her. For the moment you saw her, you suspected her. You started observing her. Carefully. And when you caught her slipping back to class after a particularly suspicious "mission" and saw what was a body-double, you realized this woman wasn't who she claimed to be.

She was a supernatural being of some kind. You didn't quite understand it, other than that it was not something you were supposed to know. Rather than confront her with that truth, you showed up with something she hadn't expected:

A picture.

Of her.

And Keigo.

Entering that hotel.

Her juice box nearly exploded in her hand.

"Where did you get that?" Rangiku hissed, cheeks pinking, eyes wide.

You smiled casually. "You two were loud."

Rangiku blinked, mouth opening and closing for a moment before she crossed her arms under her chest. A mistake—this only emphasized her assets.

"Hoho, you dirty man~! So what do you plan to do? Blackmail me?"

"That depends," you replied, slipping the photo back into your pocket. "How about we revisit the hotel? You. Me. You already know the way."

For a heartbeat, Rangiku stared at you. Then she threw her head back and laughed. "Aah, you're bold!" she said, wagging a finger. "Blackmailing me, a lieutenant? You've got guts!"

You didn't understand what a lieutenant was. You presumed it had to do with the body double ghost thing she did. The busty lady flicked her hair over her shoulder and leaned in, her smile dangerously smug. "Fine. I'll play along. But don't think I'm worried. I'm going to squeeze your balls dry and make you cry for your mommy."

"Sure, you will."

She winked. With her proclamation, she sauntered past, her skirt swishing with every exaggerated step.

You couldn't help but grin. This was going to be... interesting.

***

You went into the hotel, signed in for the night, and made it a competition: if you won, Rangiku would serve you. If Rangiku won, then you would rip the photo of her and Keigo. 

A clearly unfair competition in terms of results. Goes to show how confident Rangiku was. 

You sat there in the love hotel, waiting for Rangiku to finish up showering. You yourself were already washed and were chilling on the bed with a towel around your waist. You waited, you waited, you waited…

'Finally.'

The sound of running water ceased and the bathroom door creaked open. Steam billowed into the room, carrying with it the faint scent of lavender. Rangiku emerged, her porcelain boobs glistening with droplets of water, her long orange hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. 

"Mmm! That was amazing!" Boobs bouncing, she stepped into the love hotel unit, completely nude, her hourglass figure on full display. Her ample breasts were on another level. Arms high up and stretching, tits jiggling, her hips moved with a confidence that belied the situation she was in.

Her gaze finally settled back when she was done stretching. She smirked. "Ahh, young men. I really do like your confidence, you know that~♡?"

You sat on the edge of the bed, calm and ready. The sight of her earned a smile from your lips . Her curves were perfection, her body a masterpiece. Your eyes traced the lines of her figure, from her full breasts down to her slender waist and the flare of her hips. You couldn't help but notice the way the light played off her skin, highlighting every curve and contour. 

You felt yourself growing hard, your cock straining against the towel.

Rangiku noticed the bulge in your pants almost immediately. Her amber eyes flickered down for just a moment before she met your gaze again. "Fufu~! Is that a sword? Or are you just happy to see me?"

"Happy to see you," you replied casually."

A sly smile played on her lips. One step forward. "Mm, how cute." She bent over, boobs hanging, and cocked her head with a smile. She was looking at your cock. Looking at the bulge of the towel. "Not fully hard yet? I'm insulted."

"Because Keigo nutted in his pants when you touched him?"

Rangiku blinked twice and rose to her full height. She looked like she had been caught stealing. "W-w-where did you hear that?"

"Like I said, you both were very loud."

"H-he's a growing young man," Rangiku defended, as stupid as it was to defend him. "L-let's see you do better!" 

She stopped just in front of you, her gaze locking with yours. There was something in her eyes, a mix of resignation, a tinge of anger, and something else—something you couldn't quite place. Regardless, she dropped down and unfastened the knot of your towel. 

Arms crossed, seated, you waited. You were smiling. Although this might have been a competition, you clearly had the advantage. Rangikiu looked up at you through her lashes as she yanked the towel away.

Your cock sprang free, thick and hard, and Rangiku's eyes widened slightly. 

"E-ehhh?"

How many inches were you? Big or small? Average maybe? It didn't matter—it impressed Rangiku because compared to Keigo, you were far, far different. 

"What? Bigger than you thought?"

"T-t-that's…" Rangiku trailed off. She couldn't put into words how you compared to the other males she had seen. Keigo and even Hisagi, they couldn't compare to you.

Your length and girth was just better. More appealing. 

"Rangiku? Don't tell me you're already giving up?"

"N-no way!" Rangiku put up a smirk. "As if I'd like a cock like this get to me! I'm the Lieutenant of Squad 10! I'm not going to let a janitor beat me this easily!"

"Meaning, I will beat you."

Rangiku pouted and let out a frustrated sound. Her eyes returned to your cock, however. Her lips parted and you could see the faintest blush creep across her cheeks. Facing a cock and talking about it were two entirely different matters.

"W-well, let's get to it."

She reached out and wrapped her fingers around your shaft. Rangiku…her hands were super soft, borderline slippery. Gulping while trying to be confident, her eyes never left yours. She licked her lips and then licked the tip of your cock. You could feel your heart racing as she took the tip of your cock into her mouth. She didn't go deep, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. 

"Good girl."

As confident as you were, her mouth was super wet and super addicting. 

Rangiku took more of you into her mouth, her head bobbing slowly. Compared to Keigo, you were a whole new ballpark. She had to work her way down your length. She had to keep bobbing and returning to the tip for air. 

"No hands," you said. 

She pulled back, her lips making a soft pop as she released you. "What? No hands? Grr, fine then! Oh, and you cum in two minutes, I win the first round!"

"How many rounds will we have?" you asked.

Rangiku smirked. Her confidence was swelling. "I told you: until your balls are empty."

She dove back in, taking you deeper this time. Her free hand cupped your balls, massaging them gently as she sucked. Sitting there on the bed with the big-titty Lieutenant on her knees and sucking you off, you stared at the ceiling. You relaxed.

'Such soft hands stroking my balls…' 

You almost groaned.

'Her lips…so wet…' 

This time, you did groan.

Rangiku understood she was doing something right. She slurped and sucked at your cock like a woman possessed, her saliva coating your length. She ended eye contact. She needed to make you nut in two minutes. That would mena her victory. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks hollowed as she took you as deep as she could. She pulled back again, panting slightly, and looked up at you. Her lips were swollen, her face flushed, and there was a wild look in her eyes.

"One minute has passed," you warned.

The game was lasting two minutes with Rangiku—and you were winning. 

Clicking her lips together, Rangiku went right back at it, and this time, she didn't stop. Her head bobbed faster, her tongue working furiously as she sucked you off. You could feel the pressure building in your balls and you knew you were close. 

But was it two minutes?

"Nngh!" You grabbed her hair and slammed her down. "Cumming!"

Who cares? You made her swallow every burst of cum. Rangiku's eyes went wide but she obliged. No, she more than obliged, still stroking your balls as she came. Her nails giving that comfy scratch that your balls needed to keep cumming.

Everything about Rangiku wanted you to throatpie her.

"Mmmppph!"

You came with everything you had. You did what every man who ever saw Rangiku wanted to do. But there was just SO much baby batter. Rangiku couldn't believe it. The taste was delightful and soon you overwhelmed her. Cum started to drip from her lips.

Luckily, your balls decided they couldn't unleash anymore. 

Pulling out, mouth open, Rangiku showed the thick, white bubbles of cum in her mouth. Wide open, humiliated and used and held by her iconic orange hair, Rangiku stayed there on her knees.

Through her cloudy eyes, she was asking, "Did I win?"

"You did," you said. "Round one goes to you."

Rangiku seemed to close her mouth, smile, and chew through your baby batter. All that cum did a number on her. Not only did you last far longer than Keigo but you came three times as much.

"Huh…?"

In her cum drunk confusion, she didn't notice you were still hard until after the matter. It was like seeing her cock snapped her back to reality. 

"H-how are you still…?"

"Round two," you announced, "make me cum with only a handjob."

The super, ultra soft grip of her hands return. The tip of your cock already glowing with pre-cum, Rangiku smirked. With the blowjob, you dominated. With the handjob…

Schlap, schlap, schlap!

"You're not gonna last, are you?" Rangiku smirked. Her left hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes up and down your cock. Her grip was perfect—not too tight, not too loose, just enough to make you feel every single inch of her touch. She was on her knees in front of you, her big tits bouncing slightly with every movement of her arm, her nipples hard and begging for attention.

God, those jiggles. It made everything better—or worse in regards to victory.

"Come on, tell me. How long do you think you've got?"

You didn't answer. You couldn't. Your breath was already ragged, your hips twitching involuntarily as her hand worked you like she knew exactly what she was doing. Because she did. Rangiku Matsumoto wasn't just good at this—she was fucking great at it. Her eyes locked onto yours, that smirk never leaving her lips, and you could feel the heat between you building, threatening to explode.

"That's what I thought," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're gonna blow your load all over me, aren't you? All over these tits you've been drooling over since you laid eyes on me."

She wasn't wrong. The moment you saw her in school, her tits had been the first thing you noticed. They were enormous, perfectly round, and she knew how to flaunt them. The way she moved, the way she looked at you—it was all calculated to drive you wild. And it was working.

Her hand sped up, her fingers twisting slightly as she reached the tip of your cock, her thumb brushing over the sensitive spot just beneath the head. You groaned, your head falling back as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you.

"No, no, no," she chided, her free hand reaching up to grab your chin and force your eyes back to hers. "You're gonna look at me when you cum. You're gonna watch me while I make you lose your fucking mind."

You obeyed, your eyes locked onto hers as she continued to stroke you, her pace relentless. Her tits were right there, so close you could almost taste them, and the thought of coating them with your cum was enough to make your knees weak.

"That's it," Rangiku taunted, giggling. "You're close, aren't you? I can feel it. You're gonna fucking explode, and I'm gonna love every second of it."

She was right. You were so fucking close, the pressure building in your balls, your cock throbbing in her hand.

"Come on," Rangiku urged, her voice a sinful whisper. "Let it go. Cum for me. Cum all over these tits you've been dreaming about."

It was too much. With a groan, your hips bucked, and you came, your cum shooting out in thick, hot ropes that landed right where she wanted them—all over her tits. Rangiku let out a satisfied laugh, her hand never stopping as she milked every last drop from you.

Except…

"W-woah!"

Your cock throbbed hard in her hand and then you were cumming more than she expected, thick ropes of semen shooting out and landing on her face. Some of it landed on her shoulders and hair, and she blinked in shock as it dripped down her cheek.

For a moment, Rangiku just sat there as you went spurt, spurt, spurt! When you were done, your cock was still fucking hard. Still a dominant force that had not yet emptied.

"Keigo was completely drained when he came a second…" Rangiku murmured, eyes wide at the cock in front of her. "He couldn't even wake up, s-so how is this possible? How can two men be so…"

"Different?" You chuckled and stroked your dick. "Keigo just couldn't handle you. I can."

Rangiku reached up and wiped the cum off her face with her fingers. She looked at the sticky substance for a moment before she brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean. Her eyes met yours again, and there was something primal in her gaze. "Heh, well, this round is mine too."

You smiled. She was the one pleasing you so far—and the evening was just getting started. 

You crawled backward and fetched the towel from the sidetable. Leaning on the headboard, you beckoned her with a finger. Rolling her eyes, Rangiku got up, crawled over to you, and stood on her knees. 

"You really are an eager young man, aren't you?"

Hands on her hips, standing up straight on her knees on the bed, Rangiku knew what was up. You rose to match her and with the towel started groping her. "There's nothing eager about cleanliness," you said.

"Janitors," Rangiku remarked.

Your towel-covered hand explored her left tit, cleaning up the mess you made. You made sure to tease her nipples. Her breasts were gravity-defying but the tip of her nipples did droop down ever so slightly. Your index finger and thumb gave a nice circular motion to clean the cum. 

You did it slow, methodically, and intentionally.

Then you moved to the right tit. You did the same, you took your time. Wiping the cum off the tip, then the nipples, then the underside when it wasn't necessary.

Rangiku had her eyes closed, gasping quietly. She was pretending that this wasn't pleasurable. It was. You were being coy with her tits on purpose. You were—

"Fuck this!"

Rangiku pushed you over and straddled your hips. She went to kiss you, tongue slithering through to take command, and her ass grinded up and down on your cock. You knew she was just as turned on as you were.

You kissed back. You slapped her ass. You matched her dominance.

"You really are something." Rangiku licked her lips an inch away from you. "A big perv!"

You gave her ass a smack. The waves her pale booty made were sublime. A piece of art. Men always talked about Rangiku's tits but what about her ass? They forgot she was the complete package. She was a woman in porn waiting to enter the industry. A star in the making.

"Tonight, you're all mine, so it's not called being a perv. It's called doing what's right…" Spank! "To a hot chick like you."

Smirking, she put her hands on your chest and straightened herself out. Tits on full display, your cock leaked with pre-cum. They defied gravity and tapered off with big pink areolas and tips. Her ass was fucking fat and her pussy was planting a pool on your pelvis.

"Those are fighting words. Let's see if you can back them up, young man~♡ !"

With a hot bite of her bottom lip, Rangiku reached down and took your cock in her hand, guiding it to her entrance. Her eyes never left yours as she lowered herself onto you, her tight pussy stretching to accommodate your girth. It was just the tip too, not even an inch of actual dick. 

"Mmmmph~!"

She stopped. You put your hands behind your head. "Too much already?"

"S-s-shut up." Rangiku let out a soft moan as she took the first inch. "Y-you're definitely, haah, thicker than Keigo." She paused for a moment, her breath hitching, and then she lowered herself further, taking more of you inside her.

Her moans stretched on as she sank down onto you, her pussy gripping you like a vice. "Finally. Haa…"

You waited and waited until finally you were completely inside. Eyes closed, Rangiku took a minute to adjust. 

"The clock is going to start from now," you said. "You have five minutes. If I make you cum first, I win."

Her eyes opened. Her smirk was complete with anxiety and faux arrogance. "Heh, y-you won't last even one!"

She was lying. Just by inside, you were already close to pushing her over the edge. She steadied her breathing. "Haah…haah…" Rangiku leaned forward, boobs jiggling, her hands braced on your chest. She began to ride you. Her movements were slow at first, her hips rolling as she took you deeper with each thrust. 

"Come on, come on," Rangiku chanted to herself. Faster, faster, faster. "Faster…!"

Her breasts bounced with each movement and you couldn't help but reach up and grab them, squeezing them gently.

Her pace quickened as she fucked you. She had to be faster. "Faster, faster, faster…! C-come on!" 

The bed creaked beneath you, the sound echoing through the room. Her pussy was so tight, so warm, and you could feel the pressure building inside you again. 

"Ngggh~! C-come on, come on—!" She arched her back and slammed her ass down faster and faster. She was looking into your eyes, wanting to see a weakness.

She found nothing.

"C-come on, I know you're acting!" Rangiku said through heavy breaths and a smile. "Come on!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Hands behind your head, you waited. You cocked your head. "Is this really what you did to Keigo?"

Her face turned red. "T-that's…"

"Sorry to say, but—"

Wham!

"This is not gonna end well for you."

Rangiku Matsumoto was a woman of pride, beauty, and big tits. A Lieutenant with a Shikai, a Lieutenant who battled against Espada and Quincies. She put her life on the line several times and nearly lost them equally as many times. 

This was the first time she ever thought, 'Oh. I'm in heaven. I'm going to a realm beyond the Soul Society.' 

Through your cock, she felt a completeness. A nirvana fulfilled only by you. Whether one was human or Soul Reaper, comfort, pleasure, and duty were the roles of life. They were what dictated one's action. These principles applied to Hollows, Espada, and Quincies too.

Rangiku lived her life with one philosophy: to live life with a joyous smile. 

One thrust was all it took to undo everything she ever was. 

"I'M CUMMMIIIINGGG~!"

Wham, wham, wham!

"CUMMING, CUMMING, I'MCUMMIIINGI'MCUMMIIING~!"

It didn't make sense to her. Boobs jiggling wildly, you fucked her passionately and without fear. You fucked her so far beyond what Keigo did that it just didn't make sense. How? 

How?

How?

"HOW AM I CUMMIINGSSHHKKKKKK~!" She threw head back, hands suddenly gripping your thighs. She gasped and whimpered and moaned. "YOUR COCCCKK~! THIS COCKKK~! IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZZYY~! IT'S MAKING MEEEHHKSSK CHCMSHSKKKKK~!"

Rangiku couldn't recognize herself. Hell, she couldn't recognize her surroundings. Had Keigo even fucked her? Was she actually a virgin? Was she? Because this level of sex eclipsed any experience she had ever felt in her life. 

Her eyes finally managed to look at you.

Oh god.

Your hands were still behind your head. Put simply—you weren't even trying.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"CMSHSHKINGNNNG~! CMMGHSKKGIINNG~!" Cumming, cumming! She couldn't stop fucking orgasming! "HGGHHHH~! GHSHKKKKK~!"

She cupped her mouth. 'You are a Lieutenant! You are a Lieutenant!'

"YOSHSHKK AREESHH LEICHCHHHALKTTHMNN~!"

You laughed. Cupping her own mouth, she didn't realize how ridiculous she sounded. Not that it mattered, it was hot. Her juicy tits swung up and down as you fucked her without an ounce of effort.

"Whoever fucked you in the past…" Thrust, thrust, thrust. Gasp after gasp from Rangiku. "Didn't know how to do it properly, did he? I win this round."

You suddenly stopped.

Rangiku was left gasping for the air. "Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuuuck…!" Chest rising and falling, sitting there shakily, she fell over. She couldn't stop herself, her legs and arms felt like jelly. The landing was a nice one since her tits cushioned the landing. You stroked her hair.

"Oh, come on, don't tell me this is all you can do?" 

"W-wait…juuust waiiit…nngghh!" Her voice was soft and pleading. You weren't moving through. You let her take her break. Somehow, her toes curled and her whimpers grew louder, more desperate. You could feel her pussy clenching around you. 

Again, you weren't moving. This was what your cock could naturally do alongside the aftershocks.

Coming down from her high was not easy. Her breath was hot against your neck and you could feel her heart racing. 

"How about we change positions?"

Your suggestion was barely recognized by the fuck-brained woman. "H-huh—?"

You grabbed her hips, guiding her off you. She let out a soft gasp, her body trembling as you flipped her onto her stomach. Her ass was up in the air, her back arched perfectly, her body spread out before you like a feast. The sight of her like this was enough to make you slap her ass.

"Whew. What an ass. Seriously underrated," you remarked. "Now then…"

"W-waittt…j-just give me t-two—" Rangiku slurped on her own saliva. "S-sheconds...!"

Rangiku let out a soft moan as you pressed the tip of your cock against her entrance. She was still wet, still slick from before, and the feeling of her warmth against you was almost too much to bear.

"Don't you want to get fucked? Don't you?"

"I…I…"

"Keigo couldn't satisfy you but I can," you pointed out. "You will never a cock like this again. Never."

Rangiku Matsumoto was no whore. She might have acted coy here and there but she didn't just sleep with anyone. She was a luxury woman. 

"I-I am the Lieutenant of Squad 10. I-I have a Shikai, you know! I'm not some whore for you to—"

Slap!

"Answer now." 

She…

She…

She peered over her shoulder and gazed upon your glorious cock. Her vision was blurry. 'Just how fucking big was that thing…?' she thought in her delirious stupor. 

"D-do it," she whispered, her voice and body both shaking. "Fuck me. Hard. I want to feel all of you."

She wanted to get fucked by you. Only you. 

"Good girl." You pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, feeling her pussy stretch around you. 

She let out a gasp, her body trembling as she took you in. "Oh, god," she moaned, her voice breathless. "You're so thick! Hngghh, and so fucking deep! So much deeper than anyone I've ever—nnggh~! I can feel every inch of you!"

You smiled and buried yourself completely inside her, feeling her tight cunt envelop you. She was warm, so warm, and the way she clenched around you was almost too much to handle. You pulled out slowly, savoring the feeling, before thrusting back into her with a force that made her cry out.

On her stomach, not needing to do anything on her own, Rangiku could relax. She could get fucked without thinking. 

"Yes! Yes! Just like that!" Rangiku moaned, her voice rising in pitch with every thrust. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly. "Fuck me harder! I want to feel you deep, deeper than anyone's ever been before!!"

"No…"

CLAP—!

"...problem!"

Your exclamation was followed up by seven rapid thrusts. Deep and reaching into her most sensitive spots, she instantly orgasmed.

"Oh god, oh god, oh goddd~!"

But this time, she could do it with a smile. This time, she could forget about the challenge.

"Your cock! YOUR COCKKK~! YOU WIN! YOU WIN! YOUR COCK IS RESHAPING MY PUSSY! YOUR COCK IS TOO FUCKING GOOOOD~!" 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Your hips slammed into hers with a force that made the bed creak loudly. Her pussy was trying to pull you deeper inside her. Her ass jiggled and clapped loudly with every thrust. Her spine arched up higher, let you access that hole better.

"GOD, YOU FEEL SO GOOD~♡!!! I'VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE! I DON'T EVER WANT IT TO STOP~! DON'T STOOOP~!"

You didn't plan to, your hips moving faster, harder. Every lewd sound was music to your ears. She was so tight, so warm. Rangiku was just perfect. 

"Pleaseeee~!" Her voice was drying up. "Cum inside me! Fill me up! I want to feel you!! I want to feel you deep inside me~!!!"

The way she begged for you, the desperation in her voice, was enough to make your balls spurt out their love. You thrust into her one last time, burying yourself completely inside her as you came, your cock pulsing as you filled her up. Rangiku let out a loud, desperate moan.

Your balls trembled. Her pussy trembled. You gave it everything you had, your cum spilling out from her pussy and onto the sheets. 

"Ngghh~!" 

You slammed your hips forward two more times, giving all the tiny bits you could must. You wanted to line every inch of her walls with your thick, gooey seed and you did just that. Your knees buckled at the last thrust and you collapsed on top of her. 

Breathing hard and heavy, Rangiku turned her head to look at you, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and something else—something softer, more vulnerable.

"That was…" she started, but she didn't finish the sentence. Instead, she leaned in and kissed you, her lips soft and warm against yours.

You pulled out slowly, leaving Rangiku trembling beneath you, her hips still arching slightly as if trying to follow your retreating cock. Her moan of protest was soft but unmistakable, her body clearly craving the fullness she'd just lost. You weren't done with her—not even close. With a firm grip, you flipped her onto her back, her hair splaying out across the pillow as she gasped in surprise. Her eyes locked onto yours, wide and eager, as you pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. The other hand trailed down her body, fingers brushing against her slick clit just enough to make her gasp and arch into your touch.

"Who are you," you whispered, your lips brushing against her ear, your voice low and commanding. "Tell me who are you—who you really are—and I'll consider."

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she seemed to hesitate, her pride warring with the desperate need that was written all over her face. But that moment didn't last long. "Please," she whimpered. "I-I can't say…"

You slipped a finger inside her cunt. She whimpered.

"You'll get this and so much more," you said, "if you tell me."

"Hngghh~! F-fine! I come from a place called Soul Society! I-I'm a Soul Reaper, I hunt Hollows. T-they're a kind of spirit—"

"So you're a spirit. Now it all makes sense." You smiled. "Next time then, I'll fuck you in your Soul Reaper uniform. That is what that was, yes?"

You could see Hollows and Soul Reapers, although before meeting Rangiku, you had not been able to. It was like fate pushed you to this busty woman.

"Please," Rangiku begged. "I need you. I need you to fuck me again. I need to feel you inside me, filling me up. Please, I'll do anything—just fuck me, breed me, make me yours."

Your dick twitched in response, dripping with pre-cum. You slid your fingers along her clit once more, eliciting a sharp moan from her, before positioning yourself between her legs. The tip of your cock brushed against her entrance, already wet and ready for you, and she let out a desperate whimper. 

"Please, please, please," Rangiku repeated, her voice rising in pitch with each word. "I need you. I can't take it anymore. Just fuck me!"

You didn't make her wait any longer. With a single, hard thrust, you plunged into her, burying yourself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Her body arched off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream before her voice returned in a loud, desperate cry. "Yes! Oh god, yes, just like that!" 

Grabbing her big tits, your fingers sinking in, you fucked her. You stared at her widening eyes and parting lips and took pleasure that you were doing this. You were making her moan. You were rocking were world.

"Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck—!" 

Rangiku could never stop moaning. You smirked. "Like I said…"

Wham! You went all the way in and switched from her tits to her thighs, spreading them wide to go even deeper. Nothing was going to stand in your way in fucking Rangiku. Nothing. 

"You're so big—so fucking big. I've never felt anything like this before. I can't—I can't even think when you're inside me!"

Her words only spurred you on and the bed creaked loudly beneath you, the sound mixing with her moans and the wet slap of skin against skin. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you even deeper, and her hands, now free, clutched at your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she clung to you.

"You're mine," you growled. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," she gasped, her voice breaking as she moaned. "I'm yours, all yours! Just—oh god—just keep fucking me like this! I can't—I can't take it anymore! You're too good—your cock is too fucking good!"

All that praise was just lovely. Rangiku sounded like a bimbo slut. She didn't mince words. If you came early, she would tease you about it. If you were terrible, then she would point it out.

"YOUR COCK IS THE BESTTT~!"

If you were the best, you were the best. 

You could feel yourself growing even harder inside her, her tight, wet heat driving you closer and closer to the edge. But you weren't going to let her off that easily. You wanted to hear her beg some more, to hear her voice break as she pleaded for you. Slowing your thrusts just enough to make her whimper in frustration, you leaned down, your lips brushing against her ear. 

"Do you want it inside?"

Still thrusting, still making her gasps, Rangiku managed to stammer out, "Y-y-yes! Inside! P-pleassshh!"

"Beg for it. Beg for me to cum inside you. Swear on it on your name as a Soul Reaper."

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she seemed to hesitate, her pride warring with the desperate need that was written all over her face. She was a Lieutenant! Her Captain would represent her for losing to a human. But that moment didn't last long. 

"Pleaseee~! I need you to cum inside me. I need to feel it, filling me up, making me yours. Please, I'll do anything—just cum inside me, breed me, make me yours."

Rangiku's words were like a Bankai in of themselves and you couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, hard thrust, you buried yourself deep inside her, your cock pulsing as you released yourself into her. She cried and dragged your face into her boobs, hugging you tightly. Buried in a pillow of the biggest tits in Soul Society, your hips bucked as she milked every last drop from you.

It was heaven for both of you. For Rangiku who was receiving the best dick and creampie of her life. For you who was buried balls-deep inside her, cumming, and doing so while buried in her tits.

Rangiku's eyes rolled back. So much cum pumped inside. So much swelled in her womb. The Lieutenant of Squad 10 subsequently passed out. 

You won the challenge. You held dominan over her. Rangiku Matsumoto was yours.

***

The morning after, Rangiku wanted sex. That was all she wanted from you.

She agreed to the competition and lost miserably. Losing meant that even if she wanted to dominate, she couldn't. Not anymore. Everything you said had to be obeyed.

Fucking her pronebone. Obeyed. Grabbing her hair and fucking her even harder. Obeyed.

"A-a date? Sorry, Keigo, but—"

CLAP—!

"I-I can't! B-busy right now!"

"Aww, come on Rangiku," Keigo said. "It'll be fun. We can go to the movie theaters, have some fun, have some more fun, hehe~!"

"T-that's, nnngh, very nice of you! Very! I will, mmmph!"

Being on the phone and getting fucked. Obeyed. Rangiku stifled her lewd moans even as she talked to the young man with the puppy love crush. He didn't realize his crush was getting her pussy stuffed. He didn't understand those brief breaks and pauses were because she was smiling, gasping, and muffling herself by slamming her lips into the pillow.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"Rangiku?"

"S-sorry! S-shhoryy! I'm cooking! Making, ah, breakfast! I will definitely think about it though!!"

Don't hang up until he does. That was your order. That was your challenge to her.

"Okayyy." Keigo deflated. "How about a quickie then? In class?"

"Nope! No quickshots!"

"Oh, come on! You said you wouldn't make fun of me!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"S-sorry! Sooo sorry! Babe, I will make it up to you! I'll let you—I'll let you—" Rangiku couldn't finish her sentence, you dicked her down too hard.

Fists to the side of her, you pounded her with pure speed. It felt like her womb was getting kissed ten times a second. Even Gin's Bankai couldn't possibly be this fast. Slamming yourself as deep as possible, you sighed and nutted in her. 

Rangiku could do nothing but roll her eyes back and grin wildly with her tongue hanging out. 

"Rangiku? Rangiku? Hellloooo?"

You grabbed the phone and hung up.

…

…

…

That afternoon, the two of you were still going. Rangiku was hundreds of years old, she wouldn't lose so easily.

"It seems your confidence wasn't for nothing," you said.

Rangiku gave a wink. "Thank you, dear~♡!"

You were on a couch. The love hotel unit had everything, from a master bedroom to chairs to a couch for television.

By now, you and Rangiku were supposed to be at school. She was supposed to be a third-year and you were a janitor. Both of you called in sickness. 

You lay on the couch, right arm draping off with her eyes cast toward the television screen. You were watching an episode of One Piece.

As for Rangiku, she was nestled between your legs. Placing her hands on the sides of your hips, she pulled you closer until the tip of your cock brushed against the soft, warm nipples of her breasts. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing together, and trapped your length between them. The sensation was electric—her breasts were so soft, so warm, and combined with some lubricant…

Heaven. Absolute heaven.

Your cock was gone, completely submerged, and there was no shame in it. No man in the world could claim to have a cock that could slip out of Rangiku's tits. Not one. She was an icon of titties in Soul Society for a reason.

You sighed. You relaxed. Watching anime and getting a tittyfuck was a damn privilege. The pressure of her breasts around you was almost too much to bear. Pre-cum oozed out.

"Aw, you already love this?" Rangiku teased, looking up at you with those piercing eyes. "Well, you haven't seen anything yet, my love!"

Her hands moved to the underside of her breasts, lifting them slightly to create a tighter fit. She began to move—slowly at first, sliding her breasts up and down your shaft, the soft flesh molding around you in the most exquisite way. Her skin glided over you effortlessly, the natural oils of her body providing just the right amount of slickness.

You let out a groan. Rangiku smirked, her eyes never leaving yours, and started to increase her pace. "You like that, don't you?" she teased, her voice breathless. "You love feeling these big, soft tits wrapped around your cock."

You could only nod. The way she looked at you—those intense, unbroken eyes—only heightened the experience. It was as if she could see straight into your soul, reading every thought, every desire. She knew exactly what you wanted, and she was determined to give it to you.

Her hands shifted slightly, one moving to the top of her breasts to press them together even tighter, the other reaching down to stroke the base of your cock. The combination of her soft, warm skin and the tight pressure of her cleavage was almost too much to handle. "So much pre-cum," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper. "You're close, aren't you?"

You were. The tension was building, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each movement of her breasts. Rangiku noticed, her smirk widening, and she leaned forward slightly, the tip of your cock brushing against her lips. "Come for me," she said, her voice a command. "Let me feel it."

Fuck, fuuuck! This woman was a damn gift to humanity! Soul Society wasted her talents by making her a Soul Reaper! She was bested suited here—in between your legs and servicing your cock.

Your breath hitched, the tension in your balls reaching their peak as Rangiku's massive H-cup breasts squeezed tighter around your throbbing cock. She controlled the pace—slow, deliberate, then quickening—that made it impossible to hold back any longer. 

"Here it is, Rangiku! Cumming!" You felt the pressure finally release up your balls to the tip of your cock, your cum shooting out in thick, warm ropes onto her breasts. Rangiku giggled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down your spine, her eyes never breaking contact with yours.

You were like a foundation and like a good girl she drank it up. At least what she could fetch. "Woah!" Giggling, one particular burst of cum flew up and fell on her hair. You just kept going too. "Your balls don't empty, do they? Mm, you really weren't lying~♡!"

Spurt, spuuurt, spuuurt!

What man would hold back against Rangiku and her H-cups? None. You did what you were supposed to do. You emptied out everything you had.

"Mmm, look at that," Rangiku glanced down at the mess you'd made on her tits. Her nipples glistened with your cum, and she didn't waste a second before leaning forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of your cock clean. The sensation was electric, her tongue warm and wet as it swirled around the sensitive head, teasing out every last drop.

"You taste so good," she murmured, her voice breathless as she sucked gently, her lips wrapping around you with a soft, wet pop. Her hands—still pressed against her own breasts—squeezed them together, creating a mesmerizing display of her massive tits. The contrast of her pale skin against the sticky white mess was almost too much to handle, and you could already feel your cock twitching harder and harder

Rangiku noticed, of course. Her smirk widened, and she took you deeper into her mouth, her tongue sliding along your shaft as she began to bob her head. Soon, she was taking you deeper, her throat opening up to accommodate you as her hands moved to cup her breasts, kneading them gently for your viewing pleasure.

The sight of her—her eyes locked onto yours, her lips wrapped tightly around your cock, her massive tits bouncing slightly with each movement—was almost too much to bear. You could feel the tension building again, your body responding to her every touch, every suck. Rangiku could feel it too, and she quickened her pace, her tongue swirling around your cock.

"You're so eager," she teased when she pulled back, her lips leaving a trail of saliva as they released you with a soft pop. Her hands moved to your thighs, her fingers digging into your skin as she leaned forward, her huge tits brushing against your legs. "Cum~♡!"

You did. 

Smirking, her breasts swallowed your cock whole. You were pulsing, you were cumming, but nobody could tell—except you and Rangiku.

"Look at that…!"

Her breasts pulled apart, showing the mess you made. Rangiku giggled, slutty. "Let's go again, hm~!"

This woman…

"Like I said…" She winked. "I want to drain your balls dry~♡~!"

At this right, she actually might and you were than happy about it. Your balls tensed when her breasts left your cock exposed to the air and she began to stroke you with one hand, her other hand moving to tease your balls. Her touch was light, almost feathery, and the sensations sent waves of pleasure coursing through your nerves. But it was her eyes—those intense, unbroken eyes—that kept you locked in place, unable to look away.

Rangiku smirked, her confidence radiating as she leaned forward again, her lips wrapping around your cock once more. Her nipples brushed against your thighs but never committed to a tittyfuck. This time, she took you deeper, her throat opening up to accommodate you as she began to bob her head with a steady, rhythmic pace. 

Then she switched up, cupped her own breasts, and whammed them around your cock. "Oh fuck—"

"Oh yes~!"

Rangiku got you corned. She kneaded your cock gently with her breasts, smirking and giggling, then switched again. She worked you with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip once, twice, three times, and then suddenly gunning for long strokes. A handjob that lasted for ten seconds before going back to a tittyfuck.

Rangiku was doing everything. This was a woman of unparalleled talent. It wasn't JUST her tits that made her special, it was everything. Even for you, the combination of her hands, her mouth, and her tits was too fucking much.

"That's it," she murmured when she pulled back, her lips leaving a trail of saliva as they released you with a soft pop. Her hands moved to her breasts and seized your cock like it was a prisoner. You could feel those soft melons brushing against your legs. "Cum for me again. I want to feel it."

Don't blame yourself for being a little dry at that point. Firing the cannon for a whole night, morning, and afternoon wasn't easy. Really, your balls were shooting hopes and dreams. Your seed did manage to leak out of her breasts but it was a futile effort. She had you trapped.

Cum dripped off her tits. Heavy, like perfect melons, they were desecrated by you.

It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. 

"Mm, look at that!" Your dick was softening. Rangiku cooed. "So cute~♡!"

Ah. She thought she had won here. Not the competition, just this little round. Your cock twitched. Admittedly, you were running on dry. You had maybe one more round in you.

Time to make it count and put this Soul Reaper slut in her place.

***

The morning sun bathed Karakura High in its usual golden glow. Birds chirped, students shuffled in reluctantly, and the school's halls buzzed with sleepy chatter. Everything seemed normal.

Until Rangiku Matsumoto walked through the front gate.

Heads turned.

Voices dropped.

Someone dropped their juice box.

Rangiku, usually the epitome of sultry confidence, was walking stiffly—robotically, even—her face beet red. Her eyes darted left and right like she was being hunted.

Her usual too-tight uniform blouse was doing what it always did: barely containing her bust. But today, something was off. Not just because her bra was mysteriously missing (a rarity), but because… well…

She was very clearly not wearing panties.

There was a subtle bounce in her walk, a cautious little shuffle to avoid even the faintest gust of wind. Every time her skirt shifted, she gritted her teeth.

'This is fine,' she told herself as she power-walked past a group of gawking first-years. 'Totally fine. I just forgot. I'm a lieutenant. I've fought Hollows the size of buildings. I can survive one morning without underwear.'

What really made it worse was who she had forgotten them with. You. The school janitor. Quiet. Mysterious. Always sweeping something. And somehow, last afternoon after she thought she had your balls drained dry, you turned the tables on her. She lost her mind after the sheer pounding received. She'd lost track of time. Then her bra. Then—

"Nope!" she muttered aloud, slapping her own ass cheeks. A few students jumped.

See, it wasn't just the fact that her bare pussy was out. It was the fact that you had stuffed her with your cum. Rangiku skipped yesterday, and unfortunately, that was already one too many days due to her prior history. She HAD to come today. She had to be here, even if she had no panties, no bra, and was walking with cum trickling down her thicc thigh.

Rangiku darted into the main hallway, trying to hide her flustered state. But of course, her luck was worse than a Soul Reaper with a paper fan zanpakutō, because waiting near the lockers like a bad sitcom punchline was…

Keigo Asano.

"Rangiku-senpaaaiiii~!" Keigo sang, sliding dramatically in front of her, nearly tripping over his own enthusiasm. "You look positively radiant today!"

'Don't say it. Don't say it.' Rangiku pleaded internally.

"And!—" He leaned in conspiratorially. "You're not wearing a bra, are you?"

Rangiku's entire face went crimson. She stiffened, clutching her notebook to her chest like a shield.

"I-I'm not… that is—don't be weird, Keigo!"

Keigo blinked. "Wait… was that a stutter?" In any other situation, Rangiku would have teased him. Rangiku took pride her breasts so not wearing a bra was okay. But anything else? She went back to having the reactions of a normal woman. 

"Are you okay? Are you sick? Should I take you to the nurse's office? Or maybe the nurse's office and then a date after?"

"I—no!" Rangiku squeaked, backing up into a locker with a loud CLANG. A few students turned.

This was not the Rangiku Matsumoto they knew—the same woman who once accepted a love confession from three boys at once just to see them fight over her in gym class. This Rangiku was hiding behind her books and walking like she'd sat on a cactus.

Keigo frowned, genuinely confused. "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm FINE," Rangiku said with a quick smile. "I just didn't sleep well. Or... at all. I was... mopping."

Keigo tilted his head. "Mopping?"

She blinked. "SHOPPING! I said shopping! A-anyway, got to you."Rangiku stomped down the hall, hands flat against her skirt, muttering curses under her breath.

Behind her, Keigo stood in stunned silence.

"…Was it something I said?"

Coming back to school cum-filled and without panties or bra…

She didn't go to class. Not yet. She had five minutes. No, instead, she went to the janitor's room. She went to you.

"Y-you…"

The janitor's room was simple: a couple of desks, equipment to the side, a vending machine, and a couch for relaxation. You sat there on the couch, waiting for her with a tent pitched.

Rangiku closed the door behind her. The Lieutenant who otherwise could have killed you with her Zanpakuto swallowed thickly. You beckoned a finger. "Come on," you said. "Show me."

Slowly, she lifted her skirt. She showed you what you had done to her.

Total domination.

Total ownership.

"Want to get fucked again today?" you asked.

Blackmail or not, Rangiku Matsumoto couldn't lower her skirt. No, as a matter of fact…

"...yes."

She wanted this. She wanted you.