cw: softcore smut. female anatomy. dash of size kink
"you're kind of soft, you know that?"
kenpachi's voice is as harsh as he's handling you right now, his grip on your waist one-handed as he fiddles with the already loosely wound cloth belt of his shihakusho with the other.
calling you soft is quite hilarious when compared to the captain, whose vice and virtue is strength and battle, because who does he think of otherwise, but especially so as his thumb applies pressure on your pliable midsection, passing up and down onto smooth, bare skin.
"would you prefer i join you at the barracks?" you say back, voice hushed and breathy, skin flushed from a barrage of many prior kisses. your hands reach for him as you lay on your back, settling around the sharp angles of his face.
"and cover yourself with their stench?" his robe falls apart from him at the shoulders as he leans in. "i'd rather not."
you remain faces a few inches apart as he adjusts himself, and then right above your lower belly at the midline sits a hot thickness, lining itself with your center.
you nod, and he chuckles at your enthusiasm before shifting. something heavy hits your lower belly again with a thwock sound and your heart titillates.
you've done it before even if it can be an ordeal. a finger fondles your entrance, circling around your entrance, stopping short of your clit.
"we'll get you good and ready, yeah? or are you gonna be tougher about it this time?"
your arms wrap around his shoulders as he lowers down.
"not as fragile as you think i am."
he laughs against your pussy that's already beginning to grow sensitive in anticipation.