You are amazing! Please fill my pervy mind with images of Kensei spending alone time with himself. I need to know all the details! Thank you for doing god's work 😁
Um… I love this. So delicious! I’m so glad there’s so many people that share my overwhelming thirst for that babe. Bless. This got a bit long too. Forgive me, I love him and got carried away. Its part HC, with a dash of smutty drabble at the end because I lack impulse control and we all know what kinda detailed smut you expect from me by now.
Let’s go over a day in the life of Kensei while you’re away, shall we? We shall. Just know, your absence affects a lot of shinigami - not just Kensei.
*You just had to go off on a mission and leave him at home by himself, didn’t you? Well, its your job, of course you did. Kensei has a high sense of duty and honor, so he understands. But that sure as shit doesn’t mean he has to like it, ok? How the hell is the poor man supposed to sleep now? He’s gotten used to having you snuggled up around his body at night - he likes it - and now he’s on his own until you get back. What the hell is he supposed to do by himself?!
*As previously established, Kensei has a high sex drive. I’ll say it again: High. So it wouldn’t take long for the nagging itch to start needling his body, making him even more edgy and irritable than normal. But Kensei also prides himself on his resistance and ability to delay gratification (he’s a pro), so he’s not going to give in easily. He’s a Captain. He has shit to do, damnit.
*Kensei is an early riser, even more so when he’s been lying awake half the night because his cuddle buddy is gone. (Kensei: “Shinji, you’re a dead man if you ever mention you heard that. Dead.”) So he’ll make himself a quick morning protein shake and head down to his home gym for a lengthy workout - blasting Pantera, scowling adorably while he puts those muscles through the ringer.
*After some good exercise, he’ll squeeze in a quick cold shower. The water was a normal temperature for all of two seconds, but as he faced the wall, his thoughts inevitably trailed back to the shower you took together yesterday morning before you left. He picked you up and held you against the smooth tiles, railing you nice and slow while you gripped his shoulders. He can still see the faint red, crescent shaped marks from your nails. Still feel you clenching around him, hear you crying out… ‘Shit. No time, I’m gonna be late.’
*Work is rough. For everyone. You were kind enough (to the rest of the Ninth) to send Shuhei a quick message when you received your mission orders though. He’s been around long enough to read the early warning signs of Kensei’s moods and knows that any significant absence from you makes for one seriously grumpy Captain Muguruma. (Note: you’ve been gone roughly 24 hours at this point. And that counts as significant absence in Kensei’s book.)
-Mashiro is absolutely banned from approaching within 50 feet of Kensei. Shuhei takes it upon himself to give her the day off. She doesn’t argue and for once, Kensei doesn’t ask where she went. Its a winning combination.
-The rest of the division isn’t so lucky. The effects of the strenuous workout Kensei put himself through that morning have mostly worn off. The sound of leather cracking as he clenches and unclenches his fists can only mean one thing: Extra Training. All Day. For Everyone. No Excuses, pansies.
-By the time Kensei is finished with them, a third of his division is visiting the Fourth for medical treatment. Kenpachi would be proud. Their injuries range from minor scrapes and bruises, to a few serious gashes and broken bones. More than half the shinigami receiving treatment are merely faking it in order to escape any more punishment from Kensei.
*Eventually, he’ll have to return home though. Still very much alone. He’ll make himself dinner, read over the mission reports he brought home to pass the time, then eventually head off to bed when he’s run out of other things to do. But in your shared bedroom, he can’t stop himself from thinking about you anymore.
*Kensei’s first hint of trouble comes as soon as he drops down into bed. Your scent surrounds him, as if its woven into the threads of the fabric. He’ll tilt his head to your side of the bed, discreetly smelling your pillow. He might be alone, but he’s not about to admit how much he’s missing you - even if its only to himself. Kensei takes a long, deep breath and holds it, picturing you before exhaling. Your face, your smile, your laugh, even the satisfied smirk you’d be giving him if you knew what he was doing and how much he’s missed you… he’s already half-hard. Fuck.
*He’ll grit his teeth, mentally admitting defeat, and reach for his phone - quickly preparing to type out a message, or dial your number just to hear your voice, but he stops himself. Once more, he can hear your teasing voice delighted with his current ‘predicament’. It sounds so clear, Kensei could swear you were right there with him:
“Are you that excited just thinking about me? You’re already hard, babe.” He can picture your confident smile, feel the heat from your body as you prowl up the bed over him. Imaginary or not, the warmth of your lips - your tongue - as you kiss and lick up his neck feels all too real. His imagination seems to become more vivid the longer he tries to hold out.
He shifts his hips restlessly, his throbbing erection now straining his shorts uncomfortably. Kensei groans, closing his eyes, and turns his face away - still feeling your tongue glide up his neck before your heated breath hits his ear. He inhales deeply through his nose, opening his eyes, but he immediately catches a glimpse of a sheer lace nightie you had left hanging on the back of the door.
“Mmm, that’s your favorite, isn’t it Kensei? Its the only one you haven’t ripped off me yet.”
Kensei pictures you moving to straddle his hips, touching his cheek to pull his dark gaze back to you. His dick throbs, while his mind quickly races over images of you wearing the nightie. Your nipples turn to hard pebbles as he sucks and teases them through the fabric. You grind your hips over his shaft, gripping his hair and holding his mouth against your breast.
‘Fuck it. This isn’t going away.’
Kensei quickly shoves his boxer briefs down his hips, tossing them from the bed. He strokes his hand steadily over his hard shaft, mimicking the precise pressure and the maddeningly slow, delicate roll of your hips as you tease him. He cinches his eyes tightly shut, his tongue moves languidly in his mouth as he pictures the point of it flicking over your lace covered nipple again. Your sharp hiss is followed by a combination of breathy sighs and moans that make him grin while his cock twitches, begging to be deep inside you instead of wrapped in his own hand.
He watches you with hungry, heavy-lidded eyes as you peel the lingerie off your body, giving him a seductive smile - never once stopping the torturous grind of your hips. A low groan rolls through his chest feeling you grip his shaft, imagining you biting your lower lip, before finally rising up to your knees and sinking down onto him - impaling your body with his.
Kensei’s hand tightens and slides down his girth in his best attempt at matching the vice grip of your inner walls around his cock while your muscles stretch to accommodate him. He grinds his head back against the pillow, arching his hips up at the mere memory of thrusting into your delicious heat. His breaths come faster - heavier - and he quickens the pace of his strokes. Kensei licks his lips, his fantasy becoming clearer the closer he comes to his release.
He can almost feel your fingers sink into the hard planes of his chest as you ride him. His ears hear nothing in the empty room but the ghost of your panting moans mixed with his own ragged breaths. The warmth pooling in his gut begins to spread. Kensei grits his teeth, his jaw strains, holding out until he hears your blissful cries and feels your walls pulsate around his cock, gripping and pulling him - over and over.
‘Fuck!’ Kensei growls sharply as his own hand mimics the rhythm of your body until he finally gives in to his own release, spilling over his hand with a final, deep groan.
Kensei lies in bed, taking a few deep breaths to reorient himself before doing a quick bit of clean up and sinking back down onto the soft futon. With one arm propped behind his head, his other drapes over the firm muscles of his abdomen, and he stares up at the ceiling.
