#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i want kenpachi to make me fight for the right to get bred by him AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh

[unohanadaydreams]

I really just wanna sit on kenny's face with his massive hands around my waist 👉👈🥺

omfg his fucking hands. he’s so huge. 6′7 and built like a fucking brick wall.

Features: Smut, 69, biting, blood, bruising, and Big Hands. <3 this shit is not edited bc i wrote it in a haze bc omfg.....Kenpachi with his massive hands around your waist....

Like, even when you’ve been nervous about it, you’ve never doubted Kenpachi could handle the weight of you on top of him. He’s huge, built for war against hollows over triple his size. And Kenpachi plays like he goes to battle.

The way he can lift you onto his face, like your weight means less than a sword, and slide you into position with his hands spanning your waist and hips already has you shivering.

There’s no amount of circling your hips that will change his pace or urge him to hurry. Kenpachi lifts you and nips at your thighs for trying. He’s always been one to savor, to draw things out until you’re worked up--as eager as he is to engage.

He isn’t dumb; he knows the difference between battle and sex. But, Kenpachi never gets the battles he deserves, they’re always too far and few between. You, however, are so close by. So available.

The wet of his spit and your desire wet his face more thoroughly than sweat and your cries are louder in his ears than the bellows of his subordinates during training. His heart beats fast, hands gripping you tight, like he might be able to fully sink into you. To keep this moment going longer than it will. Your body and his dancing in the same strides, wanting an ending without wanting everything to end.

You grind down on his face, close to collapsing forward, and your hands fist over his fingers, chasing that molten heat his tongue is so, so, close to releasing. Even when he goes slow, Kenpachi is intense, taking your breath and better sense. You still encourage him with shaking thighs clenching his head harder and a broken voice calling loud enough to reach his muffled ears.

Despite your best efforts, you’re still just on the edge, his long tongue taking advantage of your sore clit and the smooth, puffy line of your pussy. You’re so worked up, you feel him grazing your heart beat in between his teasing swirls inside of you, his tongue too tactile to be dragged deeper than he wants, no matter how firmly you clench down on him.

Falling over, your hands scramble for the large tent wetting his hakama. Kenpachi’s hands are still firm on your waist and your bending makes you wheeze.

But maybe, maybe if you just push him a little. He’ll give. He hardly gives anything to anyone but your hips are bucking like you’re being zapped, the electricity of your pleasure driving you to try.

Moaning over his cock, you skip any gentle teasing and suck with hollowed cheeks, taking as much as your throat will allow. His hold on your body slides down, until the meat of your hips are squished between his fingers enough to hurt. Your hands on his thighs, the only thing holding you up, keeping you from choking on the girth of his cock, almost give as his tongue probes into your pussy.

The sensation is too intense to give anything back, all of your focus tangled between his mouth and your hands on his thighs. You’re just moaning on his cock while his tongue wriggles and smooths over your fluttering walls. He’s still teasing the high out, prolonging your tight muscles from gaining their sweet release.

Your spit trails down his cock and soaks his hips as you keep his hard length in your mouth through it all. The vibrations of your words and the licking of your tongue trying to form words around him are all you can offer in your stupor.

The tip of his tongue is circling that spongy patch of nerves that draw your pussy tight around him, walls clenching so fast that it’s almost one long squeeze, his long fingers crushing your body against him.

Tears pricking your eyes, you cry as he leaves you empty, and choke as he gives your clit one small nip before sucking soundly, your pussy squeezing nothing as you come in one hard moment that sparks again, and again, and again.

Hands skimming back up, he pulls you away from suckling on his cock and sets you on the bed, your waist feeling bruised as you lie, exhausted, on the cool sheets. Still, your hips haven’t quit twitching and the sight of his dark and bobbing cock urges you to sit up.

“I want to take care of you too,” you insist, your voice a soft rasp.

Kenpachi grins, the edges of his lips splitting his face as he splits your legs to hang open. “Naaaah, I think I’ll do it myself and watch you squirm some more.”

The wet on his face slides down his chin and drips to your chest, making you shiver. He settles between your legs, kneeling, one of his hands spread over you stomach as his other slides up and down his cock.

His eyes sharp, he drinks you in as fully as he did with you writhing on his face. Edging himself to the sight of you wanting to rush him again. Whining for him to come closer. Come inside. Wanting more, despite the tired droop of your eyes.

It’s nice how insatiable you get. How thoroughly you ignore when you’ve been beat. You sit up, biting at his arm, your hands trying to tug the hard lines of Kenpachi’s stomach closer, to slip down and take his cock in your own hold.

He cums, chest rumbling, as you fight him, your teeth breaking skin in your frustration.

He likes that. Likes that his big hand pushing you back down, his other arm raising so he can lick the blood you’ve drawn, doesn’t stop you from trying further.

Kenpachi leans down, kissing his blood in between your lips, and your legs catch around his hips, meeting over his back. Because you always want to keep going, just as much as he does.

#kenpachi zaraki x reader #kenpachi zaraki #thirst post tower #smut #bleach smut #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i want kenpachi to make me fight for the right to get bred by him AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh #help i got too into this don't fucking look at me