A/N... Spoiler Warning, this chapter may contain smut... what has my life come to... (FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS)
(Also, Author cannot use AI to fix the grammar in this chapter since, well... smut, so bear with it.)
Fuck it, Rukia's getting pregnant from this.
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After having purged some nobles, Sora felt like he needed this. He did a good job, and thus, he deserved the best of rewards.
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Sora, against his better judgment, decided to relax for a bit.
Hm. Apparently there were no consequences as the strongest. Oh well.
Not like he was planning to abuse it—he wasn't that kind of person. While his morals felt more loose nowadays, since he knew the world wasn't black and white and some truly evil decisions had to be made for the betterment of good...
It didn't mean he liked it. Also, he felt like the second he was done, piping—yes, piping, because no one was pulling him out—there was nothing in this multiverse pulling him out of his wife.
Don't question it.
He sighed a bit. Somewhere out there, there was a version of him that was a complete dick. Not the Wandenreich version—that one was just broken. And while sure, he was Mary Sue-level broken, Sora was still stronger. He surpassed him the second he got the Soul King power. Before that, he was just close in power with him during his fight with Aizen.
Apparently, as long as he already knew it was possible for him to get that strong, he could get there faster. Consider it a rebirth. For the Roblox players, let's just say: as long as he knew it was possible, he had like 20 to 200 rebirths. By that logic, it meant that he could get there faster than the first time.
Neat... so now, time to skip to the good part.
.....FLASH FORWARD.....
Sora lay with his arms wrapped securely around Rukia, his nose buried in the top of her hair. She smelled like rain, like ink and snow, and just a little bit like the shampoo she always pretended she didn't care about—but secretly spent extra money on because she liked the lavender scent.
He nuzzled her, pressing another slow, affectionate kiss to the top of her head.
"You're my favorite," he whispered, voice low and warm.
Rukia gave a soft sigh, shifting slightly in his arms. Her cheek pressed against his chest, hair slightly tousled, eyes fluttering but not quite opening yet.
"You said that yesterday," she murmured.
"And I'll say it tomorrow." He smirked, running his fingers through her hair like it was something sacred.
She looked up then, eyes lidded, lazy and calm in a way only he ever got to see. "You're clingy today."
"Stuff happened," he said, sighing a bit. There, he held her close. She was safe. Like sure, he was protective of her—even going as far as shielding her when the other guy destroyed Soul Society in that other dimension.
Like sure, he could've shielded Renji, but come on... it was Renji. And also, not trying to get noticed earlier on, he could only shield one person without that absolutely black Air Force demon noticing something was off—and he chose her.
And he would continue to do so. Shit might get harder considering the war, but oh well. It was fine.
Rukia chuckled softly—then squeaked as he peppered kisses all over her cheeks and jaw and neck, each one accompanied by increasingly ridiculous, whispered declarations:
"For being so small, you have so much real estate on your forehead—must be why I love it."
"You're my emotional support noble."
She tried to smother his mouth with her hand. "Sora—"
"No, no, wait, I'm not done—"
Another kiss. Then another. They cuddled deeper into the bedding, warmth tangled in limbs and quiet giggles. The kind of laughter people only share when they're too comfortable to care.
He cradled her like she was his whole damn world.
Because she was.
Of course he was happy.
Now, for the good part.
The reishi around the room began to shift a bit. Sora created a small pocket dimension—a perfect copy of the Soul Society. While in reality, they were nowhere near it.
This was his pocket dimension. Meanwhile, in reality, he left two Seelenbird clones—one that looked like him, the other, like Rukia.
That was just in case Byakuya ever got too suspicious. Like this, no one—and he meant absolutely no one—would stop him from what he was planning to do with her next.
Sora began removing her clothing. He was quite gentle with it. His hands moved quite nimbly.
Well, it wasn't like it was his first time. Nor second... or third... hm, Byakuya probably wouldn't be happy knowing that it may or may not be close to reaching the double digits.
It was his fault. He gets handsy sometimes.
He began to kiss her neck, very slowly.
Rukia seemed to be suppressing a moan. How fun. That was just sweet. His hand began to vibrate while kissing her neck. He let his hand go down, quite gently, as if trying to break her—as that was a very real possibility. Not because she was small, but because the gap between them was that large.
Unless she was like Yhwach-level strong, he would have to hold back. And for the last time—he would never go for a female Yhwach. He wasn't that down bad.
"HM~" Rukia's voice was soft, like she was really trying to restrain that moan.
He would watch her squirm on top of him. She looked the cutest right now. Oh so cute.
She was a spiritual being, so—with any control over reishi—he could, in fact, submit her body to his will. Turn her sensitivity to the max and everything.
Oh, he so loved this. This was the best.
"So~... ra~....." He smiled at this—not even being able to formulate a thought.
Fun.
"Someone seems to be enjoying themselves," he teased, his voice deceptively sweet.
Rukia would surprisingly begin grinding on him. Oh wow. Wasn't her Bankai ice? Her skin didn't feel cold in the slightest. Matter of fact, it felt...
{FAST FORWARD}
{FUCK Y'ALL PERVERTS. I will not let you see this. Go grab a smut or something. This is private, goddamn voyeurs. Now buzz off.}
[Three Hours Later]
The room...
Well.
It smelled like sin, lavender shampoo, and effort.
Clothes were scattered like the victims of divine judgment. The blanket was halfway off the bed. A single sock clung desperately to a nearby vase like it had witnessed war.
Sora, gloriously shirtless and smug, lay on his back, arms still wrapped around a very sleepy Rukia, whose face was buried against his shoulder, body curled up like a cat in winter.
He blinked slowly, eyes glowing faintly from the afterburn of both Almighty usage and, well... something else.
He wasn't tired—too much god-juice in his bloodstream. But he was content.
Utterly.
Fully.
Emotionally cooked.
He kissed her temple again, whispering just soft enough not to wake her.
She shook on top of him. The room was quite a mess—and I do mean, everything inside the room looked like a mess. She didn't even have any clothes on. At all.
The cover was the only thing protecting her body.
Hm. Well, he did promise his mom he wouldn't get a girl pregnant till he was 20-something, and he was actually that age. Ever since fusing with the Soul King, he and the man were basically the same.
What is age?
If age is basically the body growing, and making new memories, and you growing as a person... by that definition, he was hundreds of years old.
While sure, he had the body of a 17-year-old, he himself probably was far older than that. By technicality, he was past 20.
All of this to say...
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Rukia was pregnant.