Seireitei Monogatari
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I Claim This Land
Greetings friends! I'm actually quite fond of this one despite it being *gasp* het. I really like the way it turned out. Enjoy!
Title: I Claim This Land
Characters: Shunsui/Matsumoto
Rating: M
Warning: hetsmut, hetkisses, some OOC
Words: 1141
Description: Rangiku had staked this land for her own. And now was the time to claim it.
For ravensrising, who requested this pairing.
He was intoxicating spread out for her like this.
Absolutely nude, brown hair in waves behind his head, free from the overly expensive though cheap looking hair tie. Tanned skin in sharp contrast to the sharp wine color of her sheets as he looked at her with lust-drunk eyes. A rakish grin curving his lips as though he believed himself to be in charge when the both of them knew good and well Rangiku was the one calling the shots.
After all, Kyouraku Shunsui’s reputation for being a ladies’ man was reputation in name only. In truth, he’d only truly cared for one woman in his entire life, and she was centuries gone before he could ever even admit the truth.
Rangiku, however, thought it was long past time he stopped pining for an unrequited love and started living in the present. For the future. A future, by the way, that happened to include Rangiku, sake, and lots and lots of sex.
She straddled his thighs. Her palms were flat against his rippled abdomen, fingernails scratching at his skin. A smile curved her lips as lust settled heavily in her belly, coiling with a lazy heat.
She too was nude, and she knew that Shunsui appreciated the view by the way his eyes couldn’t stop watching the bob of her breasts. His hands lay placidly at his sides, but his fingers twitched against the sheets, as though he held himself back from touching. After all, Rangiku was in charge here, and he had allowed her that control.
“I hardly know where to start,” Rangiku purred and slid her palms upward, thumbs tracing briefly over a happy trail of hair before sliding over his belly button – how cute! An outie! – and continuing upward. “With such a feast before me.”
“One could easily turn the words onto the beauty gracing me with her presence,” Shunsui commented in return, voice thick with desire and genuine appreciation of the female form.
Rangiku chuckled, sliding over hot, smooth skin until she brushed the heels of her hands over his nipples. “No need to seduce me, Kyouraku-san, since I’ve already been perfectly seduced. Or was it the other way around?” She cocked her head to the side, waiting for his answer, as her fingers toyed with his nipples.
“I’m not sure what the proper answer to that should be,” Shunsui replied with a hitch to his breathing. “Except to say that I would much prefer if you call me by my given name in light of the situation.”
Rangiku licked her lips. Shifting forward a few inches to rock against his rising arousal. Feeling him shudder beneath her.
“Shunsui.” The name rolled off her tongue in a manner that made her shiver. She loved the sound of him on her lips. “Do you have any clue what I’m about to do with you?”
“I have some idea,” he returned tightly, hunger making his eyes nearly black. His body tensed as though desperate to move but bowing to her request to remain in charge. “But I’ll make no presumptions.”
Laughing again, Rangiku leaned forward. Her nipples brushed against his hair-covered chest as she hovered, mouth inches from his.
“I might be convinced to take requests,” she purred, licking her lips and letting the back of her tongue ghost over his in a teasing touch.
Shunsui couldn’t hide the groan of disappointment and need that rattled in his throat. “A kiss would do much to relieve me at this point,” he said, voice ragged as his arousal did a happy dance of interest against her thigh.
Rangiku took pity of him and closed the short distance between them, sealing her mouth over another. He tasted of sake and smelled like herbs. Something fresh and earthy, absolutely delicious. Rangiku could barely hold back her own reaction as his tongue tangled with hers with talent that she’d only ever dreamed about.
Her hips took on a rhythm of their own. Grinding down against his stiff length as she ached for something more, something deeper. It was like all her fantasies come to life as Shunsui forgot about his promise to keep his hands to himself and settled his firm grip on her hips. His fingers traced the curve of her skin before sliding upwards. Cupping her ribs briefly and then splaying across her back. He breathed heavily in and out, as though touching her was like a drink in the desert to a dying man.
Rangiku wanted him. Had always wanted him. But let rationality and propriety hold her back. One of the few times she’d held herself back from anything. She’d argued that it wouldn’t be right, wouldn’t be proper. Shunsui was still grieving, and how dare she disrespect that?
Until she noticed things. Like how heartfelt his flirting was. But never actually hopeful, never actually wanting for anything. How he was so very lonely, despite having Ukitake-taichou at his side and numerous women swooning in his wake. How it was obvious that his eyes looked around for a face that was no longer present, regretting a love never spoken.
After noticing, Rangiku couldn’t sit on the sidelines any longer. She couldn’t be like all the others who watched and enjoyed his flirtations but left him in his own little world. For once, Rangiku would be the one chasing and thoroughly enjoy the fruits of her labor.
Like right now, as Shunsui groaned beneath her, grip like something desperate as he moved, hungry and wanting. Rangiku was no better. Wet between the legs and wanting him to slide inside of her, filling her in all the right places. She wanted to drag her nails down his chest and run her tongue over his prominent throat.
Rangiku kissed him hungrily, unwilling to part her lips. Her fingers pressed against his skin as he urged her closer with his hands. His hips gave a rolling motion beneath hers, reaitsu pulsing around his body in thick waves that tangled with coils of her own.
He wanted her, too.
Rangiku relished in that fact. Even as she traced the insides of Shunsui’s mouth with her tongue and bathed in the sensation of his passion. His beard scratching against her chin and his hair silky-soft as the fingers of one hand threaded through it.
She was going to rock his world and wrap him in her arms until all his regret and sorrow melted away. Rangiku was going to make him hers in a way all the woman of Seireitei wished they could do but never had the courage to try.
Rangiku had staked this land for her own. And now was the time to claim it.
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a/n: Ahhh. Another request completed. I'm rather pleased with myself. I do hope you enjoyed. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
Title: I Claim This Land
Characters: Shunsui/Matsumoto
Rating: M
Warning: hetsmut, hetkisses, some OOC
Words: 1141
Description: Rangiku had staked this land for her own. And now was the time to claim it.
For ravensrising, who requested this pairing.
He was intoxicating spread out for her like this.
Absolutely nude, brown hair in waves behind his head, free from the overly expensive though cheap looking hair tie. Tanned skin in sharp contrast to the sharp wine color of her sheets as he looked at her with lust-drunk eyes. A rakish grin curving his lips as though he believed himself to be in charge when the both of them knew good and well Rangiku was the one calling the shots.
After all, Kyouraku Shunsui’s reputation for being a ladies’ man was reputation in name only. In truth, he’d only truly cared for one woman in his entire life, and she was centuries gone before he could ever even admit the truth.
Rangiku, however, thought it was long past time he stopped pining for an unrequited love and started living in the present. For the future. A future, by the way, that happened to include Rangiku, sake, and lots and lots of sex.
She straddled his thighs. Her palms were flat against his rippled abdomen, fingernails scratching at his skin. A smile curved her lips as lust settled heavily in her belly, coiling with a lazy heat.
She too was nude, and she knew that Shunsui appreciated the view by the way his eyes couldn’t stop watching the bob of her breasts. His hands lay placidly at his sides, but his fingers twitched against the sheets, as though he held himself back from touching. After all, Rangiku was in charge here, and he had allowed her that control.
“I hardly know where to start,” Rangiku purred and slid her palms upward, thumbs tracing briefly over a happy trail of hair before sliding over his belly button – how cute! An outie! – and continuing upward. “With such a feast before me.”
“One could easily turn the words onto the beauty gracing me with her presence,” Shunsui commented in return, voice thick with desire and genuine appreciation of the female form.
Rangiku chuckled, sliding over hot, smooth skin until she brushed the heels of her hands over his nipples. “No need to seduce me, Kyouraku-san, since I’ve already been perfectly seduced. Or was it the other way around?” She cocked her head to the side, waiting for his answer, as her fingers toyed with his nipples.
“I’m not sure what the proper answer to that should be,” Shunsui replied with a hitch to his breathing. “Except to say that I would much prefer if you call me by my given name in light of the situation.”
Rangiku licked her lips. Shifting forward a few inches to rock against his rising arousal. Feeling him shudder beneath her.
“Shunsui.” The name rolled off her tongue in a manner that made her shiver. She loved the sound of him on her lips. “Do you have any clue what I’m about to do with you?”
“I have some idea,” he returned tightly, hunger making his eyes nearly black. His body tensed as though desperate to move but bowing to her request to remain in charge. “But I’ll make no presumptions.”
Laughing again, Rangiku leaned forward. Her nipples brushed against his hair-covered chest as she hovered, mouth inches from his.
“I might be convinced to take requests,” she purred, licking her lips and letting the back of her tongue ghost over his in a teasing touch.
Shunsui couldn’t hide the groan of disappointment and need that rattled in his throat. “A kiss would do much to relieve me at this point,” he said, voice ragged as his arousal did a happy dance of interest against her thigh.
Rangiku took pity of him and closed the short distance between them, sealing her mouth over another. He tasted of sake and smelled like herbs. Something fresh and earthy, absolutely delicious. Rangiku could barely hold back her own reaction as his tongue tangled with hers with talent that she’d only ever dreamed about.
Her hips took on a rhythm of their own. Grinding down against his stiff length as she ached for something more, something deeper. It was like all her fantasies come to life as Shunsui forgot about his promise to keep his hands to himself and settled his firm grip on her hips. His fingers traced the curve of her skin before sliding upwards. Cupping her ribs briefly and then splaying across her back. He breathed heavily in and out, as though touching her was like a drink in the desert to a dying man.
Rangiku wanted him. Had always wanted him. But let rationality and propriety hold her back. One of the few times she’d held herself back from anything. She’d argued that it wouldn’t be right, wouldn’t be proper. Shunsui was still grieving, and how dare she disrespect that?
Until she noticed things. Like how heartfelt his flirting was. But never actually hopeful, never actually wanting for anything. How he was so very lonely, despite having Ukitake-taichou at his side and numerous women swooning in his wake. How it was obvious that his eyes looked around for a face that was no longer present, regretting a love never spoken.
After noticing, Rangiku couldn’t sit on the sidelines any longer. She couldn’t be like all the others who watched and enjoyed his flirtations but left him in his own little world. For once, Rangiku would be the one chasing and thoroughly enjoy the fruits of her labor.
Like right now, as Shunsui groaned beneath her, grip like something desperate as he moved, hungry and wanting. Rangiku was no better. Wet between the legs and wanting him to slide inside of her, filling her in all the right places. She wanted to drag her nails down his chest and run her tongue over his prominent throat.
Rangiku kissed him hungrily, unwilling to part her lips. Her fingers pressed against his skin as he urged her closer with his hands. His hips gave a rolling motion beneath hers, reaitsu pulsing around his body in thick waves that tangled with coils of her own.
He wanted her, too.
Rangiku relished in that fact. Even as she traced the insides of Shunsui’s mouth with her tongue and bathed in the sensation of his passion. His beard scratching against her chin and his hair silky-soft as the fingers of one hand threaded through it.
She was going to rock his world and wrap him in her arms until all his regret and sorrow melted away. Rangiku was going to make him hers in a way all the woman of Seireitei wished they could do but never had the courage to try.
Rangiku had staked this land for her own. And now was the time to claim it.
a/n: Ahhh. Another request completed. I'm rather pleased with myself. I do hope you enjoyed. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.