All of this was so unreal. Here I was, sitting in the 11th division barracks, with Yumichika, Ikkaku, Zaraki-taichou and all the others, and we were celebrating. Celebrating what? My promotion. I was now the first female in the 11th division to be 4th seat.

I slumped on a chair, dropping my head on the table in front of me and sighed heavily. It wasn't that I was not happy, far from it. What was bothering me was the fact that across the room, there was a very drunk Zaraki-taichou, half-dressed, his hair down and his eye patch off, sparring against whoever was drunk enough not to realize they were actually fighting him full-on.

And gods, that sight turned me on so much. Seeing the muscles from his back or his arms flex when he was swinging down his nameless zanpakutou, or when he was throwing a punch. Seeing his hair stick on his face, neck and upper back because of the sweat.

-Fuuuuuuck… I moaned.

I got up and grabbed my zanpakutou before sliding against my back, underneath my shinigami robes. I went outside the room, ignoring Ikkaku's drunken shouts about how he wanted to fight me.

This one-sided love was absolutely unneeded, but still, even after 100 years… I still had butterflies in my stomach when he patted my back harshly, mumbling about how I did well or thanking me for babysitting Yachiru. Surely this could not be healthy…

I placed my hands behind my head and walked towards Yachiru's room, to make sure she was still sleeping and not stealing fish from Kuchiki-taichou's pond. I smiled when I arrived in front of the dull brown door with Yachiru written on it, I quietly opened the door and checked on her.

Seconds after I closed the door, two drunk shinigami passed by me, screaming and laughing out loud. I shot them a glare and told them to shut their mouth before I chop their tongues. It took them a couple seconds to recognize me, but when they did, they slowly nodded before shunpoing away.

I untied my hair and went to my bedroom, I dropped my zanpakutou on my bed and went to take a shower. Luckily, there was no one in the showers, since I had to share public bathrooms with the men of my division. I turned on one of the showers and got undressed.

I sighed in relief when the hot water drenched my body, removing all the dirt or sweat from fighting earlier in the day, and helping me relax. I heard the door open, I immediately covered my body as much as I could with my hands, but then I realized that whoever choose to take a shower, decided to take it far away from me.

I relaxed again and finished to clean my body, I closed the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I grabbed my discarded shinigami robes off the floor and walked towards the door. Before I reached the door though, I saw something that made me drop both the clothing I held in my hand and the towel around me on the wet floor.

There was a very naked Zaraki-taichou in front of me, I stared for a couple seconds and when he realized I was looking, I covered my eyes and whispered ''Gods… ''.

-Instead of covering ye' eyes, you should cover your body...

I dropped my hand on the side of my body and looked down, I had effectively dropped my towel and I was standing naked as the day I was born in front of my taichou. My face turned as red as my hair and I once again tried to cover my body as much as I could with both of my hands but I slowly looked up when I heard him say…

-Or I might do something stupid…

My eyes became round and big as apples, I quickly grabbed my wet towel and clothes, wrapping the soaked cloth around my body and running to my room.

I threw both the towel and my shinigami robes on the floor and slumped on my bed, with a loud pouf. I had a throbbing heat in between my legs but tried to ignore it, still embarrassed about how everything went down.

''Or I might do something stupid… ''

I moaned when I heard his voice in my head and crossed my legs tightly. My hands lazily made their way to my breasts, squeezing them together. I moaned again and I closed my eyes, just enjoying the slight pain and pleasure. One of my hand left my breast to sluggishly rub the ache between my legs, my toes curled in and my other hand started to abuse of my nipple.

The door opened and I sat up harshly, making eye contact with Kenpachi-taichou, leaning against the closed door with only a towel wrapped around his waist and with a very obvious problem. I wrapped one of my arm around my chest to cover my breasts, and I crossed my legs again.

He smiled at me, this wicked grin I love so much, and I felt myself get wetter.

-Taichou, what… -

His lips crushed mine and he roughly pushed my arm from my breasts, his coarse hand painfully massaging my breast. A part of me wanted to push him away, even if I knew I probably wouldn't be able to, but when his knee rubbed between my legs, I lost all coherent thoughts.

I ran one of my hand through his hair, and my other hand somehow ended up rubbing his crotch. He let go of my mouth and groaned loudly next to my ear. I smiled cockily and removed his towel, I started to pump his already erect member and whispered…

-Taichou…

He quickly grabbed my hips, laid down on my bed and dropped me on him, my wetness rubbing against his manhood. I moaned loudly and pressed my hands on his chest, I slowly rubbed myself against him and my fingernails entered his skin, leaving small marks but no blood.

-Call me Kenpachi.

I nodded and without any warnings, he entered me harshly. I moaned loudly and threw my head back, my red hair spilling everywhere. The mix of pain, fullness and pleasure was too much, I came right there, screaming his name in my hand. I slumped on his chest and he started to rock his hips again, I whined at the feeling, it was all too much. He brought my head close to his and crashed his lips harshly on mine, I moaned in his mouth and held myself on his hair as he pounded inside my body.

He put his hands on my butt and I unconsciously started to follow him, my hips moving with his every thrusts, making our kiss sloppy. His mouth went to my neck and he made an harsh bite, I felt the blood trickle down on my chest, I brought my hands to my breasts, smearing my blood on them and holding them tightly.

His hands covered mine and he then bit my shoulder, I cried out and my fingernails scratched my skin, giving me even more pleasure.

-Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck.

He continued assaulting my neck and shoulder, leaving marks and blood all over my right side, lapping it up at times. He brought one of his hands to my mouth and stuck two fingers inside, I greedily sucked on them as he changed the angle he was pounding at, hitting my cervix over and over.

I threw my head back once again and loudly came, tightening on his manhood. He grunted and bit my neck one last time before coming inside of me.

I slumped on him and looked up, he gave me a small genuine smile, so small and indistinct that if his face wasn't so close to me, I probably wouldn't have realized. I smiled back and took a deep breath, I cuddled myself on him and put my head in the crook of his neck.

What had happened was so unreal. Was it only lust? Or was it love?

Hell, I could really care less at this moment. All that mattered to me was the fact that his arms were still wrapped around him and that I fell asleep listening to his shallow breathing.

AN:

I'm so, so, so sorry for the shitty ending. I suck at endings, really! And I'm not really sure how I ended up writing so formally. Anyway, please don't be mad at me, it's my first time writing a lemon in ages, and it's also my first time writing a Kenpachi related fic. So yeah, the lemon ended being a lot smaller than I thought it would, and the impressing thing is that this took me about two hours to write… Yeah.

Well, whatever, thanks for reading. :)