Always getting fucked by Kenpachi while he is semi hard because it’s impossible to fit him all in when the beast is fully awaken. But one day you decide to take on the full challenge and he surprisingly is gentle and encouraging with a few words.
I hope you enjoy 💙💙💙
Minors dni
Kenpachi was a mountain of a man. Broad shoulders, rippling muscles, a grin that could send shivers down the spines of the bravest men.
But then there was you. The one thing in his life that settled the bloodlust, somewhat calmed the beast prowling under Kenpachi Zaraki's skin. Soothed the urge to destroy that often clouded his mind and judgement. He was always mindful not to hurt you. Even when he was handsy, hoisting you up over his shoulder to carry you around, or swatting your ass when you passed by at the right moment. With you, he showed restraint.
Especially during sex.
Even at half mast, his length and girth were impressive. He'd work you with his half hard cock inside, thumb rubbing your clit, lips and teeth nipping and sucking your neck until you shattered and came all over him. He'd ease out, finish himself with his fist until he was cumming ropes on the puffy lips of your pussy. He'd assure you he was satisfied, kiss away your pout or pleasure you again until you forgot all about it.
Until you decided you needed all of him. You wanted him to fill you up, really fill you, and you practically begged him to oblige. Pouted and batted your lashes and pleaded with him.
Kenpachi gave in. How could he not?
He was settled over you, fully erect cock throbbing with the need to be inside you. Twitching with the urge to be squeezed by your slick walls. But he held back. Your gentle giant, holding your hand while he kissed just under your ear and breathed words of encouragement while he started easing inside.
The stretch was unlike anything you'd ever felt. Burning pleasure sending heat coursing to your core and down your thighs, all the way to your curled toes. But the size of it, you couldn't help but bite your lip and whimper. Squeeze his hand.
Kenpachi hushed you, voice low and rasping. "Doing good, sugar, doing real good. So fuckin' good for me. Need me to stop?"
When you shook your head, he continued. Eased his cock in until the blunt head of it nudged against your cervix and made you gasp.
"Fuck, you're takin' me so good. Feels so good bein' all the way in you." He kissed your neck, nibbled and sucked just under your ear. Worked his other hand between you to rub your swollen clit with the calloused pad of his fingers.
"Good girl, sugar, fuck." Kenpachi hissed when the attention to your clit made you clench around his girth. Your slick heat was driving him insane and his muscles were taut with the effort to keep steady. Steady for you.
"Ken... Oh fuck, Kenny, feels so good." You panted, back arching under his massive frame. Pain and pleasure lit your nerves on fire. Thighs twitching and hips bucking as you adjusted to the girth stuffing you full.
"Please, Ken, please move."
That's what he was waiting to hear. He raised his head and kissed you, groaning against your mouth as he set a steady pace.
Every drag of his cock in and out of your fluttering pussy made you gasp, made you mewl, made your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl. When he sped up his fingers against your clit, you clutched his shoulder and screamed, the most powerful orgasm he'd ever given you rolling through your trembling body and making you see white.
Kenpachi kept fucking you at his steady pace, but his own orgasm was quickly building. Being fully inside you for the first time, feeling you gush around his full erection, it was like a drug. One he could very easily get addicted to. The way you cried and moaned and shook under him, it was maddening.
"Inside, Kenny, please!"
That was enough to send him over the edge. He sank his teeth into your neck just as he bottomed out, painting your insides with white hot seed, growling against your skin. He stayed still until the last drop spurted from his twitching member.
But to his surprise, you clutched him close when he tried to pull out. He gave you a puzzled look, eye narrowed and watching your sweet, spent face.
"I wanna feel full. Just a little while longer, Ken, please?"
Tags: Mayuri is a boob man, I stand by this. Loves titties. This is not explicit but lots of boob. Man needs a break. Usage of pet for reader and master for Mayuri. Enjoy!
Mayuri was becoming increasingly frustrated. You could tell by the huffs, the aggressive typing, even the way he clicked his mouse. You were flitting about one of the bookshelves, but from the corner of your eye, you watched Mayuri. His mouth was turned down in a scowl. An eyebrow twitched.
Mentally, you started counting down from ten. When you hit three, his slammed his hands on the desk and slumped back in his chair, rubbing his temples.
"Pet. Here. Now." He snapped.
"Yes, master Mayuri."
You padded to him, watching as he removed his headdress and chin ornament. As soon as you were close enough, he snatched you by the waist and buried his face between your breasts. His breaths were coming in short, angry puffs. He growled softly, the sound muffled by fabric and flesh.
"Morons. Simpletons! I'm surrounded by incompetence!" Mayuri hissed, "I should make them carry around little bonsai's to help replace the oxygen they waste!"
You bit your lip to keep from smiling, gentle fingers working his shoulders. "I know, master."
"How hard is it to locate and replace my surveillance bugs!? The damn things have trackers! How stupid are these people?" Mayuri continued his tirade, directly into the valley between your breasts.
You worked your way up to his neck, gently massaging the tense muscles. "You're going to give yourself a migraine."
"Don't tell me what I already know." He mumbled back, sounding almost petulant. A sigh passed his lips and he finally started to relax. "I just need to rest my eyes before those nimrods make them explode."
You hummed softly, running your fingers into his hair and gingerly scratching his scalp. "Is this helping, master?"
Mayuri relented, nodding against your chest. "... Yes. You and your delightful breasts hardly ever disappoint me."
A giggle bubbled up your throat, soft and sweet. "I'm glad, master Mayuri."
Mayuri groaned softly, kneading your lower back like a content cat. He was unwinding, the tension slowly leaving him. Breaths calming and body beginning to melt under your touch. He reached up and unscrewed the cones covering his ear ports, tossing them onto the desk.
That was a first. Your eyebrows quirked up a touch. Mayuri never removed those unless the two of you were at home. You stared down at him, perplexed. Watched as he turned his head like he was listening to your heart. His eyes were closed, and you smiled.
Mayuri nosed softly at your breast, cheek pressed against your chest. "You and your breasts really are the least disappointing thing about my daily life." He muttered. "I should take a density test and make a pillow for myself that's the exact firmness of them. Yes."
Mayuri really was an incredible man. You kept stroking his hair and scratching his scalp. "Whatever makes you happy, master Mayuri."
He hummed, the sound reverberating through your chest. A ping from his computer made him open his eyes. He snorted softly and let his eyes close again. "Whatever it is, it can wait. I'm busy."
You smiled at that. "Busy resting your eyes?"
"Exactly."
You smiled. Your master could stay this way for as long as he liked.
@toxictaicho requested some soft Kenpachi and I hope this fits the bill. I'd like to try writing for Kenpachi a little more, he's another one of my favorites. Short and (hopefully) sweet! 💙
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Waiting for Kenpachi to return from his mission in the World of The Living was wreaking havoc on you. You knew how strong your man was, how ferocious he was in battle. You knew he'd come home. But the waiting was killing you. The worry creeping under your skin, making your stomach twist, was making you feel cold. Like you wouldn't be warm again until Kenpachi returned.
You were in his office, wringing your hands and worrying your bottom lip with your teeth when the door jerked open. Your head snapped up, eyes anxious but hopeful.
The mountain of a man that was Kenpachi, your Kenpachi, filled the doorway. His clothes were a bit torn and his already wild hair looked even more disheveled. But he was grinning that signature grin, pointed canines glinting.
You squealed and ran across the room, practically jumping on him. Arms wrapped around him, face pressed into the solid comfort of his chest. He smelled like blood and dirt and sweat, and you didn't care, he was home. You didn't even realize you were crying until you felt Kenpachi's massive hand cradling your head.
"The hell's the matter with you? You miss me that much?" He rumbled, eye narrowed and focused on you.
You sniffled and looked up at him through wet lashes, salty crocodile tears tracking down your reddened cheeks. All you could do was nod.
"C'mon, you know better than to worry about me. Those Hollow bastards might have been strong, but I'm stronger." He gently ruffled your hair.
"I-I know. I just worry..."
Kenpachi's eye softened and he sighed, fingers threading through your hair to massage your scalp. "You're gonna kill me with this worrying crap."
You buried your face against him again, inhaled. Relaxed while he worked your scalp with the pads of his fingers. "'m sorry, Kenpachi."
"Don't start apologizing, you'll make yourself feel worse." Then he was scooping you up, easy as lifting a feather. "Need a bath. And you're coming with me."
Giggling softly, you clung to his neck and nodded. "Okay, Kenny."
The warmth was returning, and you smiled the whole way to the bath. Kenpachi was home, and all was right in your world again.
Prompt: Reader helping Mayuri apply his body paint. I hope y'all like this! Minors DNI.
Tags: None, really! Usage of 'pet' for reader.
Word Count: 731
The first time you'd seen Mayuri without his body paint and armor, you were nearly stunned to silence. He was beautiful, tan skin and sinewy muscles, lean but strong. And he was yours. You couldn't begin to describe how lucky you felt. Lucky to be his, lucky to be allowed to see him bare. It went without saying that you had earned the privilege, earned his trust. It gave you a warm sense of pride, tender satisfaction.
Soon after allowing you to see him unpainted, you were invited to share his home. He didn't spend much time there, but you were welcome there. In his space, his bed. The only place he held sacred to his heart besides his personal lab. You integrated yourself into his life, and it made you happy.
Your mornings, you discovered, were tightly scheduled. Mayuri was a man who valued his routines. Wake, paint his skin, his nails if they needed it, adorn his armor and headdresses. Prepare for his day as a Captain of the Guard. He rarely ate breakfast, and if he did, it was something prepared the night before. And then he was gone, leaving you to your hobbies and the house.
The quieter mornings, when you could convince him to take a day to himself (which required quite a bit of begging and bargaining on your part) were the ones you adored. And then, one day, when the gentle colors of dawn were streaming into your shared room, you asked him,
"Could I help you with your paint?"
Mayuri was already sitting on his stool, in front of the mirror, with his supplies. He looked over at you coolly, golden eyes lit by the sunrise.
"Why do you want to do that? I've been more than capable of applying it myself for... Well. Centuries."
You sat up in bed and swung your legs over the side, watching him. "Because I want to."
Mayuri knew that would be the only answer he'd get out of you, much to his chagrin. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. Fine. You may."
You smiled then, stood and padded to him. "Can I do a new pattern on your face?"
Mayuri quirked a brow, eyes narrowing. "I'm going to trust you. Don't make me regret it, pet."
"I won't, Mayuri, I promise." You replied, still smiling and eyes lit up with endearing excitement.
With that, you set to work. First the layer of white. You focused, eyes set on Mayuri's skin. The wide head of the brush running smoothly over his flesh, covering scars you'd traced with your fingers a hundred times. The skin you loved and let love you. You smiled the entire time, sometimes planting a kiss on a patch of bare skin before covering the area with paint. Mayuri was patient, content, the entire time.
When you reached his face, you gave him a quick kiss on the lips before starting to paint. Now he was meeting your eyes, liquid gold peering right into your core. The warm smile never left your face as you worked.
Mayuri sat still as a statue for you, only his eyes flickering to follow the movement of your hand. He didn't speak, just felt. The brush strokes over his skin were, if he was being honest, calming. He didn't expect to remain so relaxed while you did this for him, something he was so particular about. But he found himself content with it. With you.
You put the brushes down and stepped out of the way of the mirror when you were finished, watching for Mayuri's reaction.
"I really hope you like it..." Your voice trailed off a bit. Now you were feeling just a bit nervous.
Mayuri stood, looking over your work in the mirror. "Your brush strokes need a bit of work."
You pouted softly, but Mayuri continued.
"Simple, but still rather creative." He looked down at you, reaching and gently tickling under your chin with his fingertips. "You did well for me, pet."
Pride made your heart swell and your smile return twice as bright. "Thank you for letting me, Mayuri."
Instinctively, you leaned up for a kiss.
Gently, Mayuri put a finger to your lips.
"The paint has to dry, pet. Then you can kiss me, hmm?"
You'd never wanted paint to dry faster in your entire life.
Bonus:
I like this for what Reader may have painted on Mayuri's face but obvs feel free to imagine our man however ya want. 💙
Tags: Sajin deserves love and that's exactly what he gets in this fic. Sajin and Reader's first time together. Very obvious size difference, cunnilingus. Lots going on here. I hope I did Sajin justice. Hope y'all enjoy!
Word Count: 2,627
The two of you made an odd couple. You both knew this, and neither of you cared. How could people not stare when you came walking down the streets of the Seireitei? Sajin was a literal giant towering over you, a slip of a thing compared to him. His shadow could swallow you whole. Much to your chagrin, Sajin treated you like porcelain. Like one wrong move would turn you to shards in his hands.
You never complained about how careful he was with you. The last thing you wanted was to hurt his feelings in any way. Sajin was the kindest soul you'd ever met. Always a gentleman, soft spoken, considerate. You simply adored him and his warm nature. If ever there was a gentle giant, it was your Sajin.
However, your tender adoration for him was beginning to reach a certain limit. You could kiss him, in your way. Feathering your lips along his muzzle until his whiskers tickled your cheek. And he could return kisses in his way, nuzzling his snout against your cheek, your neck, or nosing into your hair. But you wanted more.
You couldn't help it, sometimes aching with need you were forced to try to hide when he had you planted on his knee, his snout lovingly pressed against your neck while you stroked his ears. Sajin, being a gentleman, never brought up your... 'Frustration', if he knew how you felt at all, that is.
You reached your boiling point one night, again sat on Sajin's knee, one of his huge hands resting on your back. You'd kissed your way along his snout, planted a kiss on his cheek. The warmth of his hand on your back, the pleased rumbling in his chest, made you want him. Need him. You made a fist in his yukata, reached up and touched his cheek with your other hand, fingers sinking into his soft fur.
"Sajin..." You looked into his eyes, puddles of gold in the lowlight of the bedroom.
Sajin almost immediately sounded troubled. "What is it, sweet one? Is everything alright?"
Swallowing thickly, you took a deep breath. "Sajin. I... Well. I just..." The words felt jumbled coming out.
Worry flashed through Sajin's eyes. "What is it? Have I hurt you somehow? I must apologize if I-"
You cut him off, shaking your head. "No, Sajin, I... We need to talk, I think. About... About sex."
He blinked those large, golden eyes. His mind was racing but felt empty at the same time.
"You want..." Sajin blinked again. "You want that, with me?"
"Of course I do." You stroked the fur of his cheek, speaking softly. "I'm not scared, Sajin, I know you would never, ever, hurt me on purpose, and I want to at least try. Please? Can we?"
Sajin took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest so hard he was sure you could hear it. You wanted him that way? It had taken so long for him to get used to you loving him, which he knew you did, despite his animal appearance. He wanted you, found himself craving you, but never acted on his desires for fear of harming you.
He licked his lips, suddenly finding them dry. Took another moment to consider as he looked over your face. Your loving eyes, pink-tinged cheeks, his beautiful partner.
After a moment, he said, "Yes. Alright, sweet one. We can try. But if I hurt you-"
You couldn't help but cut him off again. "I'll tell you. I promise I will."
Sajin nodded. "Good. That's good. How should we...?" He trailed off, now feeling more flustered.
You looked up at him, bit you bottom lip. Then, slowly, you stood up from his lap. With Sajin sitting, you were just taller than him. Your fingers trembled as you undid the tie of your yukata and let it fall, the garment puddling around your feet.
Sajin inhaled sharply. He'd never seen you naked until this moment and it was a moment that he would hold sacred for the rest of his life. His eyes roamed your body, your breasts, the curves of your hips. Committing every dip, freckle, scar to memory.
"Sajin...?" You whispered, shifting nervously on your feet.
"You're beautiful. The most lovely thing these eyes have ever seen, sweet one." He murmured, turning his gaze back up to your face. "I... May I?"
You nodded and Sajin, his touch featherlight, pulled you closer. He inclined his head, gently nosing at your chest and inhaling your scent, his hands resting gingerly on your hips. Slowly, he dipped lower, and you shivered when you felt the fur of his muzzle against your breast, his breath fanning against your skin.
"Sajin..." His name left your lips as a content sigh. You felt warmth spreading from your core, making your knees feel weak. You raised your hands, fingers threading through the fur at the back of Sajin's neck. He was gently kneading your hips and his hold on you was the only thing keeping you standing.
"Should we... The futon?" Sajin glanced up at you.
"Yes. Yes, please." You answered, hushed voice pleading.
Sajin stood, whisking you off your feet like you weighed nothing. He carried you across the floor in a few short strides and knelt, laying you down on the huge futon.
"You're sure about this, sweet one...?" Sajin asked, doubt making his words heavy.
"Yes. Yes, Sajin, please. I want this. I want you." You gazed up at him, eyes soft and begging.
Sajin nodded once and removed his own yukata, hesitation evident in his movements as he allowed it to hit the floor. His ears went back, a clear sign of embarrassment and worry.
It was your turn to stare. His muscles rippled under his shiny fur, and with his whole body on display for you, he somehow looked even bigger. You smiled adoringly up him.
"I can't kiss you with your face so far away." You said, propping yourself up on your elbows.
Sajin's ears twitched back into place, the tension ebbing away. This was the person he loved - his worries were misplaced, he knew that, and he slowly lowered himself over you, knees on either side of your legs, covering you with his colossal frame.
You leaned up and peppered a few kisses on his muzzle, feeling him smile against your lips. He nosed at your cheek in return, then surprised you by starting to worm his way downwards.
"Sajin? What are you doing?" You were clearly puzzled.
"I have... Heard that a certain activity helps a woman prepare, and that it feels very good for her. If you'll allow me to try, sweet one?" Sajin looked up at him, honey eyes meeting yours, his head hovering over your stomach.
Oh. Oh bless him. You nodded, cheeks flushing red. "You're sure you want to?"
"More sure than I've ever been. Lay back for me, please?"
You rested back, sinking into the futon as Sajin nuzzled his way down your stomach, the fur tickling your skin and making you squirm. You parted your legs as far as they would go, gasping when you felt Sajin's whiskers brushing your inner thighs.
Sajin slowly licked a stripe up one of your thighs, and a rumble sounded from his chest. Pleased, primal. The scent of you and your need filled his nose and he found himself wanting you more than ever. He was nearly salivating as he dipped his head, running his long tongue along your slit. The taste of you sent a warm jolt through him, straight to his core.
He ran his tongue through your folds on the second pass, reaching and resting on hand on your hip. He gave a satisfied groan when your hips bucked, and his tongue found your clit, swollen with want. Testing the waters, he started lapping gently, ears perking when you starting gasping and moaning, the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard.
"Yes, Sajin, oh gods, Sajin..."
His heart swelled in his chest when you laid your hand over his, and he steadily picked up the pace of his tongue. Knowing he was pleasing you was thrilling him, the warmth of it spreading through him. He pressed closer, the saliva dripping past his teeth running down your slit and adding to the wetness pooling at your core.
You were trembling, your back arched up and your head thrown back into the cushion of the futon. Praise and adoration for your gentle giant tumbled past your lips as your orgasm built. The press of his tongue and the way his groans rumbled against your cunt was mind numbing. Your breaths were hitching, toes curling in pleasure.
"Sajin, close, 'm so close." You mewled out.
Sajin had no intention of stopping until you released on his questing tongue. He stroked your hip with his thumb, felt your fingers wrap around one of his larger digits and squeeze.
Your orgasm rolled through your very bones, your hips rocking shamelessly against Sajin's muzzle as you cried out his name. Heat washed over your skin, making you feel light, fuzzy. Like you were floating.
Sajin eased back and raised his head, the fur of his chin wet with your arousal and his saliva. "Did that feel good, sweet one?"
You hummed in response, giving him a dazed little smile. "You're amazing, Sajin, you really are."
Sajin smiled sheepishly, fangs poking past his lips. "No, sweet one, that's you. That's always been you."
"If you say so." You relented, still smiling contentedly.
Sajin sat up on his knees, looking down at you, considering. "I think this may be easier if... Well, I'm so large that..." He trailed off again, watching your face.
When your gaze slid down his body to the sizeable erection between his legs, you understood immediately. Spreading your legs around his frame might not be the most comfortable. You rolled onto your stomach without a word, arching your ass up for him with no hesitation.
Sajin's eyes flickered right to your sex, glistening from your orgasm, inviting and wet, just for him. He was going to make love to you, the person dearest to his heart. His cock twitched, anticipation making his skin feel hot as he positing himself behind you, his hands resting on your hips.
"Are you ready, sweet one?" He asked, thumbs stroking the soft flesh of your hips.
"I'm ready, Sajin. Take me, please." You crooned, turning your head to look over your shoulder at him.
Eyes locked on yours, Sajin pressed closer, lining the large head of his cock up against your entrance. He could feel you clenching from the contact and it sent a jolt straight through him. He started easing in, the ring of muscles squeezing around him the most pleasurable thing he'd ever felt.
You gasped at the sheer size of the cock sliding into you, the stretch making your breath catch in your chest. Your cunt clenched instinctively, you bit your lip to silence any noise that could sound like protest. The pain mixing with pleasure was electric, your skin buzzing with it.
"Are you alright, my love?" Sajin murmured, his concern clear as day. He paused, the first few inches of his cock nestled into your heat, the walls of your cunt fluttering around him. It took everything he had to pause for you.
You nodded fervently, your words coming out in a whine. "Don't stop, please, Sajin, don't stop." The girth of his cock was enough to make you feel delirious. You needed as much of him inside you as he could get.
"As you wish, sweet one." Sajin started easing in again, a growl like thunder sounding from his throat. Inch by inch he sank into the slick heat of your cunt, until the broad head of his length nudged against your cervix. The way your walls throbbed around his shaft was driving him mad, his restraint hanging on by a thread.
A gasp tore past your lips and you back arched sharply. The fullness was making you feel dizzy, muddling your thoughts. He had stopped again once he was seated fully inside you, and it was maddening.
"Move, Sajin, please, move."
Sajin didn't answer this time. He kept stroking your hips with his thumbs as he slowly pulled back, only to sink back in again. He set a steady pace, stomach muscles flexing with the effort. He'd never felt a need that set him alight quite like this. Hearing your moans, pitching up into whines, was making his heart pound like a drum.
You were doing your best not to writhe, not to rock your hips back into Sajin's measured rhythm. Every drag of his cock against your walls was friction against the spot inside you that made you see stars. You could feel every vein, every twitch, of his length. Your thighs were shaking again, your second orgasm fast approaching. You couldn't focus anymore - all that mattered was Sajin and the pleasure he gave you, the weight of his hands on your hips keeping you steady.
Sajin couldn't help but look down, watching how his cock speared through your puffy folds, how you stretched to accommodate him. The sight was making him salivate again, the scent of your combined arousal tickling his senses. The heat was climbing under his skin, his muscles going taut.
"Sweet one, I... I think I'm going to-" He ground out, voice turning to gravel with the pleasure.
"Inside, Sajin, don't you dare stop!" You were so close, your own tummy muscles tense.
Sajin growled low, like rolling thunder. He couldn't have pulled out even if he wanted to. He was panting, tongue lolling out, chest heaving. His hips stuttered and he buried his cock inside you, his cum spurting out in ropes, coating your walls and making you hotter, wetter. And he kept rocking his hips, gaze locked on where the two of you were joined.
Your orgasm quickly followed, his name leaving your lips in a cry as your entire body shuddered. You pressed back onto the pulsing length of his cock, cunt squeezing around him as your second release flooded over his length. Your vision was fuzzy, lights blinking before your eyes.
As gently as he could, Sajin eased his softening member out of you, enraptured by the sight of you. When he released his hold on your hips, you collapsed onto your side. The aftershocks were making your twitch and you were pressing your thighs together.
Watching you intently, Sajin laid on his side beside you, and gave a surprised grunt when you threw yourself against him. He wrapped an arm around you, his large palm resting on your back.
"Are you still alright?" He asked, looking down at you. He couldn't help but chuckle as you buried your face into the fur of his chest.
"I'm more than alright, Sajin." You replied, voice muffled by his coat. "You really are amazing."
Sajin smiled, rubbing your back. "That's still you, sweet one." He murmured back.
You peeked up at him, dazed and content. "I'd fight you about it if I had the energy."
Sajin inclined his head, gently poking your forehead with his nose. "Good thing for me you don't have the energy, then."
You giggled and nestled your face back against his chest, feeling his heartbeat thudding against your cheek. You closed your eyes, tiredness creeping over you.
Part Two of @toxictaicho 's request for a soft Kenpachi x Reader! This time featuring some spicy bath time fun, so minors dni! I hope y'all like this! 💙
Word Count: 1,427
Kenpachi carried you to the bath. A giant outdoor bath, heated and private. The privilege of being a captain of the guard. He carefully put you down, stripped off his disheveled uniform, his eye on you the entire time.
You tied up your hair, pretending not to notice Kenpachi watching you while you undressed. You folded your clothes neatly where Kenpachi had dropped his haphazardly. Smiling to yourself because you could feel him eying your every move. While your back was turned, folding the last article of your clothing, Kenpachi snatched you up again.
"Takin' too long. I wanna get in this bath already." He rumbled as he carried a giggling you into the steaming water.
"You're so impatient, Ken." You said as he put you down in the bath.
"I said I wanted a bath with you. Not my fault you like taking your sweet time." He replied, massive frame sinking into the water til it reached his chest.
You couldn't help but admire him. The muscles rippling under taut skin, battle scars glinting in the fading sunlight, the crook of his satisfied smirk. A mountain of a man, battle hardened, rough around the edges for everyone but you. The thought made you smile.
The bath itself was uneventful. Very few words passed between you as you washed Kenpachi's hair for him and he washed your back in turn. There was only the two of you, enjoying each other's company, until Kenpachi pulled you to him for a kiss. A kiss that made your heart flutter against your ribs and your head go quiet. You rested your hands against his chest while his hands ran down your sides to grip your waist.
You looked up at him, giving him a small, soft smile. "I really did miss you. So much."
Kenpachi kneaded the flesh of your hips, eye looking over your face. "Missed you, too, y'know. I want to show you how much."
Before you could question him, form any kind of words, Kenpachi hauled you up and sat you on the wooden edge of the bath, hands pushing your shaking knees apart. Thumbs stroking your skin while he looked into your eyes.
"C'mon, lay back for me. Lemme show you how much I missed you, yeah?"
Your pulse quickened, heart beating with erratic anticipation as you did as you were told. Laying on the wooden deck while Kenpachi shouldered his way between your legs, dragging his tongue and teeth along your inner thigh while you sighed and arched.
"God, Kenny..." You breathed, eyes closing against the twilight.
Kenpachi groaned low as he kissed your mound, holding you by the hips while he ducked his head lower and ran his tongue between your folds. The taste was enough to drive him insane. He drew his tongue up to your clit, lapping firmly at the little bud while you quaked in his grasp. He buried his face against your sex, worked your clit with his tongue until your thighs were shaking. The hitches in your breaths told him you were close, so close, and just before you tipped over the edge, he drew your clit between his lips and sucked.
The orgasm that washed over you had you seeing stars. You gasped, cried out his name while your back arched off the wooden deck. Nails dug into the wood beneath you, body buzzing with pleasure down to the bone.
"K-Kenny, oh f-fuck-"
Kenpachi simply didn't stop.
He held you down by your hips, tongue sliding down to gather your arousal, before dragging back up to your swollen clit. He lapped the twitching bundle of nerves, swirled his tongue around it, drew it back into his mouth and sucked. The way you whined, overstimulation making your voice desperate and hoarse, spurred him on. You were squirming in his grasp and he loved every second of it. He growled against the puffy lips of your cunt, savoring the sweetness, alternating between fucking you with his tongue and toying with your clit.
Your second orgasm struck like lightning. Every muscle felt tight, your heartbeat thundered in your ears. Your entire being shook with it, the pain of overstimulation and the pleasure jolting through your core. You were beyond words, only capable of animalistic noise. Whines, mewls, needy cries.
All music to Kenpachi's ears.
Kenpachi finally eased back from your soaking cunt, admired the glistening trail of arousal leaking from your clenching hole to the wood of the deck. Licked his lips in satisfaction.
You opened your bleary eyes to see him stand from the bath, emerging from the depths like a titan. Water streaming down his muscles, droplets of it glinting on his scars. He loomed over you, biceps flexing as he grabbed your legs and easily held them up, your ankles on his shoulders. Your bones were jelly now - all you could do was take what Kenpachi gave you.
He fisted his cock, hard and flushed at the head, and rutted it between your slick folds. Rutted until the wetness from your two climaxes coated his girth. Then, slowly, he started to push inside.
"Kenny..." You breathed, doing your best to focus on his face.
"Missed you, sugar. Missed you so fuckin' much." Kenpachi ground out as he sank his cock in, deeper and deeper.
You gasped as the tip of his girth nudged against your cervix, the little jolt of pain and pleasure making your toes curl. You clenched around his shaft, walls throbbing around him. The familiar stretch and fullness making you moan, low and throaty.
Kenpachi trailed his hands down your calves until his palms settled on your hips. He looked down at where you two were joined, taking in the sight of his cock filling you to the brim, how the lips of your pussy parted around him. Kneading the flesh of your hips, he set a steady pace, a groan rumbling through his chest as your cunt squeezed and fluttered around his sizeable length.
Kenpachi kept his eye on you, watching as you tipped your head back and closed your eyes. The hitches in your breath and his thrusts making your perfect breasts bounce in the most tantalizing way. He couldn't help himself now. He sped up, pulling you into his thrusts by your hips. The coil in his own belly was tightening, the heat of your pussy and the tender sounds leaving your lips lighting him up from the inside.
With one hand, he used his thumb to rub your clit in circles. Delighted in the way your moans pitched up to keening cries, how your writhed from the pumps of his cock and the attention he gave your swollen bud.
"One more time. One more, wanna feel you cum on me. You can do it, sugar." He rasped, lust heavy on his tongue. "Squeezin' my cock so good, need'ta feel you cum."
Heat was building in your belly again. The weight of Kenpachi's cock stuffing you so, so full, and the calloused pad of his thumb working your clit. There were no words you could muster beyond "yes" and his name. The walls of your cunt clamped around his cock as your third orgasm rolled through you. Stars blinked before your eyes, and you felt light, like you were floating away from your own body. The only things anchoring you were Kenpachi's cock and his hands holding you in place while he drove his cock in balls deep again and again.
"'s right, so fuckin' good, cumming for me, fuck."
The coil snapped. Kenpachi buried himself in as deep as he could get, thick ropes of his seed coating your insides, spilling against your cervix. He gritted his teeth, jaw muscle jumping. He held you still until the last drop spilled from his twitching girth.
Slowly, he pulled out. Leaned down and scooped you up into his arms like you were feather-light. He tucked you to his chest, kissed your hair while he carried you inside to his quarters.
You were boneless in his arms, barely able to keep your eyes open. You were vaguely aware of him drying you both off before laying you on the futon and climbing in behind you. He wrapped an arm around you and held you to his chest again. You settled, the warmth radiating from him and the sturdy comfort of his frame against you lulling you to sleep.
"Glad you missed me as much as I missed you, sugar."
Hi! If you are comfortable with writing it do you think you could do headcanons or a fic of Mayuri with a virgin reader? I love the way you write him and am a sucker for Soft! Mayuri.
I'm gonna toss ya some headcanons put I'm putting Mayuri x virginReader on my list. 💙
nsfw minors dni
Mayuri typically isn't gentle during sex. He can be gentle by his standards before, and gentle afterwards when he's taking care of you after sex. Finding out you're a virgin and being compelled to be gentle during will be new territory for him.
But he will do his best to provide.
Expect a ton of foreplay. He wants you as ready as he can possibly get, and he's doing his best not to be too rough. He's listening when you say you like something and paying very close attention to your body language, intuiting what you may not like if you don't outright say it. He's noticing every twitch, every flex, every quirk of your lips. He's categorizing the little (and not so little) noises you're making. He finds the spots you like best and he exploits them in ways you never thought possible.
When it's time to penetrate you for the first time, he's rasping praise in your ear. Telling you how good you're being, how well you've behaved for him, how pretty your sounds and faces are. How the flush of your red cheeks suits you. Then he's drawing back. He's looking into your eyes as he takes you, slowly. Even lets you hold his hand or cling to him. Your nails digging into his skin don't bother him at all - he enjoys the sting.
For you, he's controlling himself. Pausing when you need, giving you the time to adjust. He's praising you in whispers the entire time, his golden eyes set on yours.
He makes sure you're pleased. Makes sure you're well taken care of, that he doesn't hurt you this time. Presses his forehead to yours when you've both climaxed.
After, he takes even better care of you. Cleans you up in bed, painkillers and something to help you relax and sleep, tea. A damp cloth to wipe the sweat from your face. Then he's back in bed with you and you're wrapped up in his arms until you fall asleep.
This Time S/O Finds Out That She’s 3-4 Weeks Pregnant With Mayuri’s Baby & Wanted To Find The Courage To Tell Him, But Didn’t Know How Until Someone Suggested A Surprise Basket With Baby Stuff.
When S/O Tells Mayuri That She’s Pregnant With His Kid While Surprising Him With The Basket, He Would Be Shocked At First Before Realizing That The Baby Within Her Is His Child &, Within A Few Minutes Of S/O Trying To Explain, He Placed His Hand On Her Stomach Creating Little Patterns Making S/O Smile At The Sight.
I Just Want Mayuri Finding Out He’s Becoming A Father.
Mayuri had been suspicious when you'd asked to stay home that day. Not because of your request, but because of the nervousness in your eyes you tried desperately to hide. The too-wide smile you'd given him when you'd waved your hand and said you wanted to catch up on housework. Do some shopping. Have a day to yourself. You were twitchy and he'd caught it immediately, though he allowed you to stay home from the lab. He knew you were up to something. The question was what.
He spent his day wondering just what you were up to. There was no special occasion he could think of. No anniversary, birthday, holiday. He mulled over your anxious chirping from that morning well into the late afternoon. Mulled it over as he walked home. He didn't know what was going on with you and it was nagging at him.
What he certainly didn't expect was for you to greet him at the door. As much as he secretly enjoyed it when you did, it wasn't something you did often. However, when he looked at you, he saw the same nervousness from that morning. Wringing your hands, biting your lip, looking at his face but not his eyes.
Mayuri had enough.
"What is going on with you? Something is clearly on your mind, and I don't appreciate being left out of the loop. If something is wrong-"
You cut him off, more nervous chirping.
"Mayuri, we need to talk. Uhm." You worried your bottom lip with your teeth, then took a deep breath and grabbed his hand.
Mayuri's eyebrows shot up as you dragged him to the sitting room. "What has gotten into you? Are you ill? What could possibly be the matter with-..."
He trailed off when he saw the basket sitting on the coffee table. A basket full of baby essentials. Bottles, pacifiers, a few down-soft baby blankets, neatly folded. He blinked owlishly before narrowing his eyes to slits and looking down at you.
He sat on the couch, eyes on the basket. "Explain."
Like he needed an explanation. He wanted to hear it. Hear the words come out of your mouth.
You swallowed thickly, thoughts racing. Took a few deep breaths. "Mayuri. I'm pregnant. I... We... We're having a baby."
Mayuri stared at the basket, the items in it, for a few long seconds before looking up at you.
"Please don't be angry, please say something, Mayuri." Tears were beginning to prick your lashes. Say something. Anything. Please.
"Come here, pet. Now."
You stepped closer, trying to read his tone. No anger. No malice. Almost... Curious.
Mayuri's gaze dropped to your stomach, like he was trying to see through you to the life growing inside you. He blinked once. Twice. Then reached and laid his hand on your lower abdomen, fingers splayed. Took a breath, exhaled through his nose.
"A... Baby."
He looked up at your face. "This is what you were so anxious about? Telling me you're pregnant? How far along are you?
"Of course I was nervous." Now you were pouting softly. "Being pregnant is... It's life changing. I'm about eight weeks along. You're going to be a father!"
"I am." He looked back at your stomach. Slowly, he took you by the waist and pulled you down into his lap, holding you with one arm around you so he could still gently touch your stomach with his other hand.
"I wish you'd told me sooner, pet. I need to conduct a thorough examination, make sure you and the fetus are both healthy, and that it's developing properly." Mayuri held you closer. "You're not leaving my sight for the next seven months. Or ever again."
You couldn't help but smile, clinging to him with your face hidden against his neck. That was the Mayuri you knew and loved. The nervousness melted away as Mayuri rubbed your back and gently stroked your belly, replaced with the fuzzy warmth of contentment. Everything was right in the world again.
(I'm sorry this took so long, I truly hope you like it. 💙💙💙)
