Mornings are for regrets.
Post makeout session, Kenpachi left with a grin on his face as you stared at him with want.
He knew that just those teasing kisses won't be enough and he'd gotten you all worked up and just left you there.
"Bastard!"
From the moment you met him he's been a thorn in your side. You barely got sleep that night and now you can't focus. His taste is firmly imprinted in your mind. It won't disappear. You go about your day begrudgingly. It's a wonder that you get anything done.
Shinji caught you spacing out at least a dozen times.
"I-I don't even like him. He's a menace. A straight up pest!!"
"Spikey-chan!!"
Yachiru is sitting on Kenpachi's shoulder, waving in the distance. A few of the reapers around aren't even surprised at this point.
They just go about their day.
"Did you like kissing Ken-chan last night!"
That makes everyone in the space stop, and your face turns every possible shade of red.
"They kissed!!"
"No way he only likes fighting!!"
"He's so scary, I would be terrified!!"
"Are they dating? They're lovers now. How romantic!"
The number of comments run through and you can feel your embarrassment increasing.
"WE'RE NOT LOVERS!!" You scream.
That quiets the voices. Yachiru jumps off Kenpachi's head.
"What."
Kenpachi is the one who speaks, and when he approaches, you can feel the menacing energy. You begin to sweat nervously.
"I thought I made myself clear last night. You're mine."
You squeak when he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder.
"If any of you weaklings try to take her, I'll end you."
No one needs to be told twice.
Kenpachi takes off with you in tow, and Yachiru giggles.
"Ken-chan sure is a romantic."
The bystanders behind all seem to wonder the same thing.
"THAT'S ROMANTIC!!"
~~~
When he appears in your room, you grunt when your body lands on the futon.
You try to gather yourself.
"W-Wait just a minute, what do you think you're doing!!"
He's just standing over you.
"I'm not going to do a thing."
He removes his sword, placing it on the wall. You watch as he slides his robes off. The cloak falls at his feet, and he pulls down the top, his chest fully exposed. You can't do much but gape. Your legs press together and you try to look away, or maybe run away. He doesn't take a step forward. Doesn't move to initiate a thing. He just looks at you with those eyes that have jolts running between your legs.
"Tell me you want it or I won't touch you."
Your body quivers.
You want him. More than anything that's what you want. But how can you admit that?
