#woship

You’re no different than usual, except for your shortened hair and the wrongly sized fabric around you. Right, what is the root cause of all of this? Today, you have impulsively decided to cut your own hair, which wasn’t such a bad idea in the early part of the day. But when you looked at yourself in the mirror a few more times, you felt your worry grow. You questioned whether it was a good idea or not, but more importantly, you wondered if this change in appearance would be a turn-off for Shunsui. However, before you had the opportunity, you realized you had ordered the wrong size for your newest clothing, and it fit just nicely, except for around your bust. And to make things worse, the tightly wrapped shirt around your breasts, accompanied by the messiness of your freshly changed haircut, did not look so great for the first 5 minutes. 

Just when you were about to look for something a bit larger, the door creaked open. You threw your head back, afraid of who could possibly walk in on you, but when Shunsui’s figure slid from behind the door, you froze. 

“Shun- no!” You rushed to close the door in his face, and he reacted, rather stunned by what you were doing. 

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Upon hearing the confusion in his voice, you felt the mass beneath your feet grow heavier. What excuse could you even find for what was going on? You needed a distraction that would keep him from entering while you figured things out. 

What about spilling a drink? That sounded convincing enough, or so you thought. Nobody wants to enter a room where the floor is all sticky, but what you didn’t think of is that it doesn’t apply to your beloved Shunsui. 

With your heart out, your lips finally opened. “Wh- What? N-no, nothing. I spilled, uhhhh, something; I’ll clean, clean it.” Words came out stuttered, “You can go, please. I’ll take care of it.” Surely the panic in your voice and your fingers fidgeting against the wood shouldn’t alarm him in any way. 

You hoped it would work and initially thought so. Shunsui stared at you cluelessly and even opened his mouth, probably to assure you that’s what he was going to do, but when you noticed his eyes looking down and his pupils widening, you realized it was not the brightest idea. He seemed to have noticed the lack of spilled juice.

Your cue was the faint guttural chuckle he soon let out once his eyes returned to yours. His gaze softened, which made yours grow more agitated. You had no other chance to drive him away, but maybe you overestimated his ability to read the room. Hopefully.

“Why don’t you let me in to help you?” You could tell from the coyness in his voice that you did not overestimate anything; he knew there was something you meant to hide from him. There was no point in pretending anymore; just own your mess like the prideful Shinigami that you are. Or rather, previously prideful Shinigami whose honor was shattered by the choice of making a change without considering the consequences. 

You gulped and, after, sighed. “You can’t fix it.” The shift in your tone from panic to severe took him by surprise. You maintained heavy eye contact as if to warn him that it was your fight to take on. 

Shunsui, on the other hand, stared right back into your soul, startled a little by how quickly you changed, but it truly made him want to hear what everything was about. 

“Come on, how can you know unless I tell you myself?” He was indeed right, but what if he was about to hate the image before his eyes? Sure, his sweet words had you reconsider everything for one moment, but you still worried that the gentle expression and the curled lips would go away within seconds. You had to take a few more seconds to reconsider. “Come on, darling. Let me in. What’s the worst I can do? I promise I can only do you good.” The hoarse despair in his begging made you feel a bit tingly. 

His hand reached through the creak of the door, and the sudden sensation of a single digit roughly drawing a line down your hand gave you an answer. You were about to fold. This man right here, he knows his stuff. 

‘Fine,” you promptly responded. “But no words before I explain myself, and close the door once you enter.” As soon as you demanded, you let the door open so he could make space for himself.

Whilst pushing the door, you rushed a little too far away, back turned toward where he would be standing. On the other hand, Shunsui patiently entered and closed the door behind him, and once he turned to look at you, your positioning took him aback. It made him wonder what happened that you wouldn’t even look at him, but he remembered your request and stood silent instead. He noticed the length of your hair was shorter than a few hours ago, and your clothing seemed tighter than usual. 

Is this what all of this was about? Perhaps the ongoing silence spoke for itself, so of course, he’d spare you the chance to take the lead in this “situation.” What he didn’t spare, though, was his eyeing you up and down over and over again; he often imagined how you’d look with such a makeover, and the reality was far more gorgeous than what he imagined. So much that he grinned in apparent satisfaction. 

You allowed him to wait a few more seconds in silence. “Today, I may have done something. a change.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, fearful of how you were about to show him. But you had to do it; you had to show him, and when you did, you were already prepared with the best solution. “It’s horrible, but I believe I can get a wig.” The words came out faster than you anticipated, and they were supposed to go on, but seeing his bright face, you instead stopped. 

Shunsui’s attention was focused on your hair, or maybe your face altogether. His smoldering gaze traveled from one corner to another, taking in every single detail of how perfectly the short hair complemented all of your other features. You noticed his lips parting, and he was meant to say something, but one thing he failed to look over was your tightly squeezed breasts. At that moment, it was as if he forgot everything he was about to tell you. 

Obviously, you caught on pretty quickly, but the shame and embarrassment of being so exposed had you covering yourself. You were so centered on the hair that you forgot about the clothes. 

“Oh god, no. I forgot to change; I should have done it before,” you exclaimed and swept away in an attempt to escape to at least correct your attire. “Please wait here.” This was the last thing you’d request of him for the rest of the night. 

Right when you were about to distance yourself for a little bit, you sensed his hand grasp yours. Calloused fingers tenderly embracing your skin, you felt some kind of attraction pull you closer into him. Taken aback, your glance met with his again. Your eyes trailed all the way to his smile that was slowly growing larger by the second. 

You didn’t even have the chance to find your words when his other hand promptly reached to caress your cheek. Shunsui enjoyed feeling the softness of your skin so much that his finger began drawing circles.

“I don’t see the need to do that, darling.” He watched in awe, clearly pleased with the way your eyes widened. 

You protested instead, “I actually do. I got the wrong size...” Your brows snapped together in disapproval. “What if someone sees me? This is neither appropriate nor dignified in any way.”

He let out a lighthearted laugh. “No one will walk on us, you needn’t worry.” Shunsui distanced himself momentarily to lock the door. “Anyways, this isn’t the reason you didn’t want me inside, right?” His eyes traced toward your hair. 

At least you didn’t have to play guess with him anymore. Indeed, the makeover was the main issue, yet you still felt the need to cover your exposed cleavage.  “You really catch on pretty quickly,” At that point, you couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

Shunsui acknowledged your anxiety; he knew a way that would convince you that things weren’t as awful-looking as you thought. You felt the plates beneath your feet tremble with each step he took but didn’t dare look yet.

You questioned yourself: what was he going to do? Probably just come and gently hold your hand, which was partly correct. Your body was overwhelmed not only by that but also by the feeling of him wrapping himself around you from behind. You gasped and attempted to look up, expecting you’d meet his eyes there; his face, on the other hand, was nestled on your left shoulder. He wanted to be on the same level with you, for you to know just how much he meant this. 

“Come on, sweetie.” Shunsui cooed before tracing a kiss down your cheek, lips brushing firmly, but the intensity of his motion had your body shivering within seconds. “I have never told you this before; I’ve sometimes pictured this moment, and I must say, I’m on my knees.” The captain groaned softly, his voice low and husky. 

Though his touch was soothing, your face burned lightly. To your surprise, a rosy tint quickly turned your cheeks into the most beautiful blush he had ever seen.

You felt the anticipation deep within his gaze, but it was different than what you’re used to. The look in his shimmery eyes made you feel a pressing curiosity about what was going on inside his head. You knew the answer; it was right in front of your eyes. If it wasn’t obvious enough, he made sure you knew the moment his free hand reached and tangled itself in strands of your hair. 

Blood rushed through your veins. If he said one more thing, one more word out of his mouth, you’d be dead on the floor. You weren’t able to form a thought at all, hence why you leaned into your instincts instead. Without hesitation, your hand clutched his chin and narrowed the last bit of distance between you. 

Lips pressing against his bottom lip, Shunsui gasped but indulged in your taste. He welcomed the touch of your warmth, growing greedier with each peck. However, he kept himself level; this was not his act to lead in, it was only yours. No matter how much he desired to grab you and lay you down so he could take care of you, it was your role to star in. Yet, you felt his embrace tighten.

The room fell into a momentary hush, one you’d soon break with a desperate whimper. Taking notice of your growing craving, a faint smile curved his lips, touched with a silent delight. 

Without any notice, Shunsui broke the kiss, drawing closer to your ear. “I’m all yours for the night.” His hot breath brushed against the skin lightly, triggering a sense of longing brewing inside you. “What are you waiting for? What do you desire? Tell me.” He tempted you, drawing pecks of circles from your bare neck down to where fabric met your shoulders. 

You bit your bottom lip hesitantly. “You.” It felt shameful, though you couldn’t deny it. 

“So what are you waiting for, darling?” Not being able to see it, you felt the coy smile plastered all over his face. He knew that was the push you needed 

With quiet confidence, you pushed your weight down on his body. Shunsui’s guard was already lowered, so when he found himself lying down, a sharp inhale escaped him. A brief pause crossed his face, but when he saw you climb on top of him, carrying a fiery look in your glance, delight flashed across his face. 

You spared not one moment and immediately found yourself drawn to his mouth once more. This time, you were hungry, eager, and lustful. Instinct guided your hips into a soft rhythm, each sway growing stronger and less restrained than the last. The uneven pattern of his breath drew your pace into a steadiness. You thrived in getting him worked up to the point where his hands would frantically hold your hips down. Shunsui tried to spit out a few words, but it wasn’t needed. His enlarging stiffness spoke for him, urging you to finally swipe your hand down to the fabric of his lower part. 

Gentle digits creeping closer to his aching bulge, you drew forms to measure how desperate he was growing. A breath slipped from his parted lips, which gave you the chance to bite on his bottom lip. His eyes flew open but instantly shut once you wrapped your fingers around it and squeezed it. However, you gasped when you felt how rock solid he was. 

Eyes open, you noticed his struggling gaze. You swore you’d never seen his brows jerk in what seemed to be frustration, he was holding back from something. With soft eyes, you lowered your gaze to his arms, which were spread across the wooden floor. His hands gripped the floor like his life was on the line, nails digging into the wood. They trembled, sometimes even attempting to move up to your legs. Despite that, his gaze never left yours, not once did he look away from your firm lips. 

He did promise you that tonight he was all yours to do as you please, but he didn’t imagine abstaining from taking the lead would be so hard. To him, your satisfaction comes first. You felt an ounce of pity, but truthfully, you rather enjoyed being the one in the lead for once. In his eyes, you were glowing, a shining star casting light into a dark chamber.

“I need to tell you something.” his voice was warm and melodious with each flick of the tongue. Before he could continue, you felt his arms pull his weight up so you could rest on his bulging lap. Instinctively, you grabbed his shoulders. The distance between the two of you was slowly narrowing. “You have to forgive me, I’ve never been so impatient, but I need to be inside of you. I need you to do as you please.” his raspy voice sent shivers down your spine.

You felt the same old red hue flash across your face; you couldn’t restrain the nails digging into his muscles. “Shunsui,” you murmured, feeling warmer as you felt your insides soak at his soft chuckle.  

“Yes, Y/N-chan. What is it?.” His bulge throbbed underneath you.

You left him in the quiet for a bit. “You talk too much.” You pressed your lips against his, plunging your tongue into his mouth, pressing your weight all onto him.

He was quick to catch you. His muscular arms clung around your hips, firmly clutching them as your out-of-control motions searched for every inch you could devour. Your kisses were frantic, both breathless and hurried, as if you needed to get closer as soon as possible.

It was pure bliss for him to have you like this—soaked, entirely his. The thought felt selfish, yet the sight laid out for him to savor drove him mad. The pouring whimpers were music to his ears; with each soft moan you let out, his member pulsed inside you. 

Riding your growing climax, your hands traveled down his trapezium, finally resting on his shoulders. Simultaneously, Shunsui’s grip tightened, squeezing every bit of sound you could let out. His hips thrust against your core, determined to pull you closer to release. The desperation to have you finished first clouded his mind, making him lose track of his own approaching end.

“Shunsui-” A breathless, desperate gasp escaped you as you fumbled for the right position, hips rocking tentatively until you found the angle that let you cling to it.

You were so soaked, so needy to reach your arrival, and so good to be inside of. It was simply too hard not to switch positions and pin you down instead, to hold you close, skin pressed against you tight. 

Yet as you started to lift yourself, the pressure against his throbbing length pulled his focus away from his urges. His toes curled in utter relief, and his neck tilted back, revealing the veins tracing his neck. A muffled groan of pleasure slipped past Shunsui’s throat, growing hoarse with each slap against his lower. The sensation of his nails digging in your skin sent a tingle in your wet folds, and the clench that followed only made him moan a little louder. 

You wanted to kiss him, but the position he was in gave you no opening, so you had to take matters into your own hands. With your hand cradling the back of his head, your fingers caught in his ponytail, gently pulling him close enough to kiss him again. Tongues brushing and teasing one another, your sudden stillness betrayed how close you were. Shunsui responded to your vulnerability with a steadier pace, brushing against your spot so swiftly you rolled your eyes back. 

You trembled at his movements, losing control with each inch you went down on. He took notice of that, and with furrowing brows, his glance kept on the sight that was bestowed upon him. He wished to see you climax; he needed to witness the last time you’d shove down on his lap, clenching him with every bit of strength in your body. His tongue trailed against each corner of your mouth, teeth occasionally pinching your bottom lip. 

It was driving him crazy how good you looked whilst taking him in your last spurts of energy. So much so that he couldn’t help but wonder how he was so lucky to have such a goddess in his hands. All this admiration only made him hastier. He felt his own pumps reach their ultimatum.

With one final stroke of his head grinding against your folds, you pulled away from the kiss, head thrown far away. Your last clench was so intense it forced his eyes wide, his movements turning rhythmic as he reached his end inside you. You both held each other tight, panting as your juices mixed. Your innards trembled in absolute bliss, and his hands lifted to hug your tired body. 

Breathless, you finally turned to him, only to be greeted with a beaming smile. It was rather odd how such a giant, handsome man could look so precious with sweat dripping down his forehead. Perhaps it was the way he stared at you, as if you were the finest being in the world. 

Despite all these shared glances, neither of you broke the ice; no words came out of your mouths, just enjoyment of the delightful silence.

His hand eventually moved behind your ear, gently pushing the unruly strands away. “You’re stunning. ” His curled corners sent waves of warmth within you.