#byakuya smut

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Men who come inside you because they ‘don’t want to ruin the sheets’. Grips your hips as hard as he can, driving their cock inside you until it kisses your womb. Will not waste a drop of his precious seed, because why would he waste it when he has you to take it all. Definitely fucks his cum back inside you if it ever seeps out. The type to cum inside you multiple times to make sure that it takes. Goes for at least 5 (or more) rounds until you can’t feel your legs. Absolutely doesn’t feel guilty when you can’t walk the next morning.

“So fucking perfect for me - fuck! M’ gonna put a baby in you, okay? You want that, don’t you? Want me to stuff you full and get you knocked up?”

Gojo, Byakuya, Hisoka, Oikawa, Kishibe, Abbacchio, Toji, Dabi, Grimmjow, Illumi, Fyodor, Chrollo, Daichi, Kuroo, Nnoitra, Dazai

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Byakuya, Ichigo, and grimmjow finding f! Reader naked?

They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Ichigo Kurosaki x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, Ichigo is aged up and around his twenties, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, f!reader, unprotected sex, horny thoughts, language, fluff, rough sex, biting, suggestive themes, mention to kidnapping in Grimmjow’s part, shower sex;

Plot: what happens when you are naked and they accidentally walk on you, catching a full glimpse of your bare body in all its glory? Hormones cannot always be contained.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Two weeks. You had been stuck in Las Noches for two weeks now. Not only you missed your family, your friends and your house, but you were frustrated over the fact that, apparently, you had been kidnapped only because you were Ichigo’s adoptive and older sister and Grimmjow wanted to irk his rival. Unfortunately for him, you had an attitude.

The day Grimmjow and Ulquiorra dragged you to Hueco Mundo, you were minding your business. It was such a serene night in Karakura Town and you had suggested to buy a cake in the nearby patisserie for enjoying a dessert with your friends. You had not even bothered wearing something nice. You were comfortable in your ripped jeans and sneakers. However, you knew that the t-shirt you were wearing could have drawn way too many glances. Therefore, you opted for wearing a jacket over it.

Obviously, you did not make it to the cake-shop. The sting on the side of your neck you suddenly felt as you crossed the road was a clear sign that someone had other plans for you. Your vision was blurry, but you could clearly discern the cheeky grin of the Espada that loathed your brother’s guts, as he stared down at you. The hot Espada, right. But that was a detail you were going to ignore for the time being.

You fainted several seconds after the impact, only to wake up in front of Aizen’s throne and find out to be the center of the attention of Hollows around you. The show was about to begin, though. As you started yelling at everyone how much you wished they all could explode like balloons in front of your eyes, Aizen simply ordered to give you a uniform and elegantly left the room. That decision was the cherry on top. Ulquiorra did not waste any precious time and handed you a white dress that matched the style of this ‘group of terrorists’, as you kept on calling them, but you scoffed and refused to wear it.

Grimmjow was not having it and thought and trying to unzip your jacket was a good idea. As you swatted his hands away, you had to eventually give up when he pinned your wrists above your head, as your back was pressed against the wall. The sneaky grin on his face, though, dropped as soon as the blue words printed on your white t-shirt came to his vision.

‘Blowjobs are jobs too’.

Your cheeks flushed up and Grimmjow let go of you in shock. But from that day he started to see you under a different light. You had always been pretty and he hated to admit how many times he had found himself fantasizing about how his hands could perfectly squeeze your ass as you bounced up and down on his shaft. He could not control himself and his lust for you grew with every argument you had.

The fact that you were a Kurosaki, even if you did not share Ichigo’s blood, made the whole deed even better. What a way to get back at his rival, if he could dig his claws into your flesh.

On the other hand, you were not indifferent to Grimmjow’s sharp features and abs. You hated to admit that he literally was your type and that you had wet dreams about him more than once. Getting to see him everyday in Las Noches was now driving you mad. You were glad Aizen had at least given you a chamber with a private bathroom. You had to admit that you allowed your mind to wonder and your hand to wander under the shower. His sharp canines, they did numbers on your mind and wished you could feel the way they grazed over your jugular. Just once, no one had to know about that.

Now, you easily got bored in the huge castle you were stuck in. You therefore asked Aizen if you could paint some parts of the walls in the hall that had cracked throughout the time. The stoic man had hesitantly agreed and now you were trying to keep yourself busy by painting over the ruined portions of walls in front of you. You were trying to balance yourself on the wooden ladder set against the wall, with a bucket of white paint in your hand and the brush in the other.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to watch over you, but you were confident about your skills. Additionally, you had probably underestimated the presence of Grimmjow a few feet away from you.

“Tsk, what the hell are you doing up there? Do you want to break your neck?” his hoarse voice pierced your ears, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. There he was, ready to taunt you.

You sighed and tried to keep your balance as you gave him a flat reply, your tone almost apathetic at this point “Why do you care? Mind your business”.

Grimmjow cocked his head to the side, his trademark smirk plastered over his face as her let his eyes scrutinize the way the tight skirt of your dress emphasized the curve of ass. A delicious meal for him.

“Nah, if you die, I’d lose my plaything. Come on, let me help you” he teased you, hoping to get a reaction from you.

Oh, boy, he definitely did.

Your upper lip twitched, your grip on the brush tightening significantly as you tried not to slip from the creaking rung of that stupid ladder “Excuse me?!” you practically hissed, dipping your head down to glare at him.

Grimmjow grinned and arched his eyebrow at you “You heard me. Get your ass down here, plaything”.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to help you and now, as you scoffed in indignation, ready to fire back an insult at him, you realized that you were screwed up. You never got to yell at Grimmjow, no. A strained scream left your mouth, as the sound of the thin wooden plank under your feet snapping pierced your ears. You did not see that coming for sure and so you fell. Loosening your grip on the brush and the bucket, you squeezed your eyes shut for inevitable impact with the floor. An impact that neve came as you felt two strong arms embrace you and yank you towards a toned chest.

You hesitantly opened your eyes, mouth slightly agape as you tried to steady your breath, when the bucket ended up pouring its content all over you two. You would have loved to to thank Grimmjow, but the first you did as you felt the paint stick on your hair, naked portions of skin and dress was cussing.

“Fuck!” you groaned, as Grimmjow snorted too and let you back down on the floor. Obviously, he had been a victim of the falling bucket as well. Some paint covered his messy hair and part of his chest and uniform.

Seeing him like this, in addition to the fact that he had saved your life, made you crack up a smile and shake your head softly. You two were a mess.

“Don’t you fucking dare to say anything! Let’s get this shitty paint off of us before it dries!” he grumbled, wrapping his hand around your wrist and marching towards your room. You quirked your eyebrows up, wondering why he was leading you back to your room. You did not have spare clothes for him, just a bathroom and, if he thought you were going to strip in front of him, he was clearly wrong.

As he opened the door of your room and let you in, he took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, his hands already reaching down to unbuckle his belt, as you finally squealed out in shock and turned your back at him.

“Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing! Don’t you dare undress in front of me!” you quipped, clasping your hand over your mouth. That was so embarrassing and you could feel cold sweat collecting in the back of your neck.

“What’s up now? Never seen a cock?” he sassed, dropping his pants down and walking to the bathroom naked. Your blood ran cold and you did your best not to turn around. He had never acted like that. This time you found yourself speechless and you could not even send him to hell.

As you heard him turn the shower on, you sighed and grabbed a towel from a drawer. You hastily undress yourself and wrapped the pink item around your naked body. You waited for him to get out ot the shower, confident that he had not seen a single glimpse of your body. But you were wrong.

The panther boy accidentally saw your naked ass through the mirror in your bathroom. The open door had granted it the full view of the bedroom and now he was practically growling in the cubicle with a painful boner. No, it was enough. This time you were going to take care of the problem you had caused.

Grimmjow stormed out of the bathroom, not caring about covering himself and making you gawk at the scenery before your eyes. He tugged your towel away and kissed you passionately, not giving you time to process what is was happening. You barely did, in fact. Your brain slowly started to process what your own body was doing, when you found yourself into the shower with Grimmjow’s fingere buried into your core.

You wanted him. You wanted him so badly and as he bit onto the crook of your neck, thrusting his fingers into you, you moaned softly and closed your eyes in bliss.

“What happens in Las Noches stays in Las Noches” he purred in your ear, only to receive your sassy reply.

“It was Las Vegas, you ignorant cat” you breathed out, before he involved you into a fervent kiss that made your inner walls clench around his fingers.

‘Sorry Ichigo. I could not resist’ was your last thought before you reached your climax.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Being Urahara’s adoptive daughter was a privilege. Life was great, really, but since your father had started training Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends things were messy. You had no time to rest and practically zero privacy. Your house and shop had been opened to Soul Reapers and humans, coming over to ask for help at any hour of the day. Including night, obviously.

Despite that, you had bonded with the entire group of ‘heroes wannabe’, as you teasingly addressed them.

Yet, there was one out of them that had caught your eye and it was not just for his appearence. Ichigo Kurosaki, the invincible guy that had rescued Rukia Kuchiki and was now trying to take down Aizen, was living rent free in your mind. More than once, while you watched your father teach him new strategies and help him improve his skills, you had found yourself staring intently at the way his muscular arms flexed every time he unsheathed his sword.

You had carved in your mind the way his t-shirt emphasized the outline of his abs and you had to avert your eyes from him, when droplets of sweat made his body glisten. Your mind was wild, you imagined too many things for your own good.

You often laid in your bed, eyes closed, back arching for waves of pleasure, at the thought of his sweaty face hovering over yours as he thrusted into you. You wanted him, you wanted him more than anything else on this Earth. You wished to see the sweat beading his forehead up close, you wanted that sweat to scream your name. Things were heated, whenever your father ordered you to help him train.

A hand to hand fight was probably going to be the cause of your death, one day or another. Sometimes, as you fought, you ended up rolling onto the ground. His hot body against yours and those flames blazing in his eyes got you weak on your knees.

Once, you had ended up topping him. Your hand way laying flat onto his chest, as you straddled him. You were both sweaty, panting, your clothed intimacies pressed down against one another. In that very moment, as you tried to stand up and shifted your position, he groaned softly. You did not fail to notice the way his cheeks flushed, or feel how something was twitching underneath the fabric of his trousers.

That had happened a week ago and, since then, you were avoiding meeting him around your father’s shop. You were too embarrassed at the thought that you had practically felt his boner like that.

Now, that infamous morning, you were relaxing a bit into the bathtub. Urahara and the others had left for taking care of some business out of town and you had to watch over the shop while they were gone. However, you were too tired and stressed out to deny yourself some self-indulgent pleasure.

Some bubbles were floating in the air as you let the warm water and soap envelope your naked frame and you did not hear at all the door of the bathroom creak open. When you heard your phone buzz, you raised up in the tub, your naked back and ass in full display as you reached for your device.

But Ichigo’s eyes, oh dear, they went wide as he ended up toppling over a vase, as he stumbled into the bathroom. You were a vision, the emblem of perfection, and he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock, as the sound of the object shattering on the floor made you both flinch.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he fretted, panicking as he tried to cover his eyes.

You, on the other hand, had dropped your phone on the floor too and had hastily slided back into the tub to hide your naked form from him. It was such a pleasurable nightmare!

“Ichigo! What the hell are you doing here?!” you blurted out, hoping a supermassive black hole could suck you in right on the spot.

“I was searching for Urahara!” he defended himself, turning his back at you and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“In the bathroom?!”.

“Oh shut up! I needed to use the bathroom too!” he snapped back, not knowing what to say anymore.

There was no way out from the carousel of shame and awkwardness, therefore you took the matter in your hands and quickly grasped a towel, hopping out of the shower and wrapping it around your body. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

As your shoulder brushed against his, though, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut for a second before pinning you against the wall and kissing you out of the blue. You inhaled sharply, not expecting it, but, as soon as you collected yourself from the shock, you kissed him back and tangled your fingers through his spiky orange hair.

It was a kiss full of hunger, just like his hand, slipping underneath your towel and searching for your folds. You moaned softly against his lips, raving into the longed sensation you were finally experiencing.

“Let’s hope your father doesn’t come home earlier now” he rasped, plunging his fingers into your core as you lolled your head back against the wall in pleasure.

“If he does, I’ll tell Aizen how to fucking use that stupid device at his full potential” you joked, smiling against his lips.

Thinking about it now, you were so glad your father had messed up your lives with Ichigo’s group of friends.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

Drenched in sweat, you were running up to the Kuchiki Estate. Training under the scorching sun for hours had truly drained you. Yet, you were determined to get stronger and help to fight Aizen and his crew of Arrancar. When Rukia had suggested to Orihime to visit the Soul Society and spend some days together to hone her abilities, you had decided to join them.

It was your chance to put yourself to the test and, actually, even an excuse to see the new friends you had made in the Seireitei. However, you had to be honest to yourself and admit that there was one special person you wanted to see again. You had hated his guts, when you first met. It was a miracle that he had not slashed your chest open too when you tried to prevent Rukia’s return to the Soul Society. Yet, things had changed.

Byakuya Kuchiki was not only a cold-hearted, stoic and sophisticated man. He was much more than that and you had started to see it too.

He was not much of a talker, but he was handsome as hell and he had even offered you his help in trying to become a better Sobstitute Shinigami. You naturally found it odd, but you were in no position to refuse his help. However, the recent events had forced you to part ways again and you had missed him too much not to come back to the Soul Society and see him again.

Throughout your permanence, Rukia was allowing you to sleep over at the Kuchiki Estate but, much to your dismay, you never crossed paths with him. Not even once. It was horribly ironic, but you were partially glad he could not hear your soft moans in the dead of the night, when you touched yourself thinking about him and how his hands rested on your hips when he adjusted your position during a training session.

You missed his touch, his cologne, the way his chest grazed over your head when you were that close. Whenever he scolded you for being too distracted, you had to bite on your tongue not to blurt out that it was his fault. Your close proximity truly made your grip on your katana falter. He was messing with your head in a way you could not fully comprehend and you wondered if he was conscious of the way he affected you.

Now, as you stormed into the room Rukia let you sleep in, you quickly started taking off your uniform. You craved a shower and some fresh clothes more than anything right now. You dropped your pants to the floor and you quickly took off your shirt as well, as you already imagined the way the hot water would have made your aching muscles relax.

But as you finally reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, someone had returned to his Estate. His feather-like steps could not be heard at all and you simply discarded your bra too, sighing in relief as your breasts were free from any restriction. You were still humming in satisfaction with your eyes closed, when the door of your room slided up and a gasp of shock left Byakuya’s lips.

He was for some reason unable to move, his eyes locked on the curve of your breasts, staring at your nipples as if he was admiring some greek statute of a goddess. He cursed himself for his lack of decency and he felt mortified as you opened back your eyes and you met his gaze.

“Byakuya!” you squeaked out, cheeks heating up in shame as you grasped your shirt anf tried to cover your upper body from his eyes. Honestly, you had never felt that ashamed in your whole life.

The Captain of the Sixth Division cleared his throat and averted his eyes from you, his body clearly reacting to the vision he had just been blessed with. He could not pretend he had not seen you like that and, obviously, you would have never forgotten such an indecent accident. There were plenty of things he could say, but just one thing he wanted to do.

He slowly darted his eyes back on your frame, his lips slightly parted as he walked up to you. With every step he took towards you, your heart skipped a beat and your legs quivered. You could not read his mind, but his body language was pretty clear at this point.

His hand gently grasped your wrist, inviting you to loosen your grip on the shirt impeding him to admire your chest and, under the spell of his touch, you obliged his request. As the item fell at your feet, Byakuya grasped your chin and made sure you kept the eye-contact with him as he gently captured your lips with his ones.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as, standing on your toes to reach his lips better, you returned the kiss with equal hunger and gentleness. His hands, however, were already exploring your body.

The Captain definitely knew what he was doing as he took your nipple between his index and thumb, pinching it softly and massaging it with a mastery of a man that had been married and knew how to please a woman.

As the first moans were elicited from you, Byakuya stroked your cheek with his free hand and let you lay down on the futon underneath him “Please, allow me to have you. I promise I’ll make sure you are comfortable with me” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

And that, my dear, was an oath he stack up to through the rest of the evening.

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✧ summary to preserve the existence of y/n's clan, she is forced to wed the twenty-eighth head of the kuchiki clan—byakuya kuchiki.

✧ content warnings reader is described as a black woman who uses she/her pronouns. clanhead!reader x captain!byakuya. bleach verse au (no manga spoilers) byakuya is a noble, so they'll both be speaking as such. lowkey giving royalty au vibes. told in first POV — reader's. tropes included: arranged marriage, childhood rivals to lovers. usage of c*nt, missionary position, fingering, nipple play, praise and breeding kink, primal play, terms of endearment — blossom, my love, etc. plot with smut, fluff, and a touch of angst if you squint hard enough. lengthy, but the build up is worth it and necessary!

✧ author's note i don't have much to say, but here's to adding more bleach men to my roster. i knew i wanted to write for byakuya because that's my baby daddy, and now i finally have this idea i hope you guys enjoy. support me by reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts. i would greatly appreciate it. ♡ MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS - DO NOT INTERACT.

 I must make my days do, lazing around in my private chambers as I am bound to a marriage I wanted no parts of. Especially not with Byakuya Kuchiki. 

 Lord Byakuya, as he prefers me to call him.

 Because I am the current and possibly the final head of the L /N Clan, I am forced to complete my duties as such. Those duties entailed me following through with my grandparents final wish: get married and keep our family name alive. 

 Which I have no issue with fulfilling. 

 My dreams are filled with having children with a man that loves me. To extend our family and grow old together where our souls will find each other in another life. 

 However, I hadn’t planned my marriage to be an arrangement that I wasn’t aware of because of an agreement our grandfathers had prior to me being born. 

 It’s shocking, honestly. More so, ludicrous for them to think this was okay. But I just couldn’t deny my grandfather. Not when his palm was in mine, lacking its warmth that’s usually there due to his near passing. 

 I remember tears staining my cheeks and a smile gracing his when he made his final request for me. 

 That was two years ago. Now, I am married. Have been for almost a year and every day I dread my decision. 

 How could I possibly wed a man as cold as Byakuya Kuchiki? We barely speak. We sleep in separate chambers. The most we see each other is during dinner because it would be ridiculous to have the servants prepare us food at different times. But even so, the silence and tension always remains deafening.

 And to make matters worse, we have yet to consummate our marriage. 

 This is something I cannot possibly do on my own. He may or may not be attracted to me, and I am convinced to assume the latter because he never utters a look in my direction. 

 It’s shameful how he treats me. The words he spoke to me the night of our ceremony is a constant memory I do my best to forget but cannot. 

 I’m officially married. Not the way I expected to be, but what other choice do I have? Grandfather has died and I made a promise to him to marry and bear children to keep the L /N Clan everlasting. Even if that meant being forced into marriage with my childhood rival. 

 As we sit side-by-side next to each other, bowing and thanking all of our guests for their blessings, I feel the coldness radiating off Byakuya. Of course, one of us has to be graceful and fake smiles while greeting everyone, so I am left to the task. 

 Byakuya? He doesn’t hide how dissatisfied he is with how this night is going. 

 To an extent, I understand. Forcing to wed after the loss of his wife, Hisana, is not ideal. Despite it being centuries since her soul has passed, I’m almost positive the heartbreak is still present. 

 Maybe tonight reminds him of her? 

 “Byakuya—what is the matter? Is everything alright?” I inquired. I turn to face him and await a response. 

 The squareness of his jawline catches my attention and I think how it was carved by the gods themselves. I’ve known Byakuya since we were both children, and seeing the fine man he has grown into today never ceases to amaze me. 

 His profile is… beautiful. I’m mesmerized by the softness of his pale complexion and how it contrasts with the darkness of his raven colored locks. 

 The further I stare at him, the more heat floods underneath my cheeks and my mouth watering at the sight of his beauty. 

 But when he finally speaks, all of the emotions I’ve felt have completely diminished. 

 “Do you feel no shame being forced into a marriage where your partner feels nothing for you?”

 Since then, I’ve kept my distance from him. I remember the pain that pinged my chest when processing the words that left his mouth. I remember rushing to my chambers after the ceremony and crying until it felt like a million shards of glass were piercing them. 

 Yes, I feel ashamed. But I never expected Byakuya to be so direct with me. He’s certainly not the young boy I remember growing up with. Where we would make everything into a competition. 

 Our swordsmanship. Our knowledge. Our abilities. Whatever can be turned into a challenge for us, Byakuya and I competed. 

 That led him to be a captain of the Gotei Thirteen and twenty-eighth head of the Kuchiki Clan. And me, the twenty-third head of my family. I initially wanted to enter the Shin’ō Academy along with Byakuya, but I chose to stay with my family and oversee our medicine and agriculture. 

 However, even when he entered the academy, he always made time to see me because we were friends before any juvenile competition we made. 

 So why can he not see his wrongdoings in our marriage? Could he at least try for the sake of me fulfilling my duties? 

 All that keeps me company are movements of the servants coming in and out of my chambers, along with the river that flows past my view. 

 As always, dinner is silent. 

 Byakuya has returned to the manor after attending his captain duties, and this is the only time of day where I see him. He is stripped from his formal wear and has been dressed in a simple dark blue yukata that has specks of cherry blossoms scattered across the garment. 

 If I didn’t loathe him so much, I could take my time appreciating how handsome he looks while being in the comfort of his manor. His locks are released from the kenseikan he wears that symbolizes his nobility as the head of the Kuchiki Clan. 

 I occasionally steal glances at him while he eats, and yes, while I do despise being in this forced marriage just as he does, I can’t help but be captivated by him.

 My lady parts wouldn’t allow me to deny the attraction. 

 As I watch my beloved husband, I think of all the sexual acts I would like for him to do to me. Please me in ways I could only imagine he can do. Make love to me and whisper in my ear how breathtaking I am.

 When I look at Byakuya, I think of all the times I’ve spent time with Lady Kyōraku and she tells me how madly in love she is with Captain Kyōraku. How well he treats her, and even with his demands in his new position, they spend much quality time together. 

 She even graced my ears with a few details about a picnic session they recently had where it led to activities that typically aren't done out in public.

 I wonder if my husband will ever be reckless enough to do an act as obscene as that. 

 Not likely. 

 I hate quiet, especially while we eat together. What is the purpose if no words will be spoken amongst each other? No eye contact. No going to bed together after we have finished. Why? 

 Why am I not able to be served dinner in my private chambers? Surely, I can make a request for this going forward. 

 Or… perhaps there is a different way for me to get him to speak. 

 I take a sip of my cremè sake before clearing my throat. “How did your day treat you, my lord?”

 “It was fine,” he responds, flatly. Should I be shocked that he didn’t lift his chin when speaking to me? 

 “There is something I would like to discuss with you.”

 “It can wait. I’m not up for discussion at the moment.” His dismissive tone has annoyance leaching onto my flesh, and I feel like I am on the verge of exploding.

 “Perhaps it cannot. I would like to discuss something with you, my husband.” The authority in my voice grabs his attention and finally, he looks up at me and catches my hardened gaze. 

 He deeply sighs, sitting down his bowl of rice and chopsticks. “What is it?”

 “Maybe we should… begin the process of annulment.”

 His face remains calm. Expressionless, like I always remembered. Does he care enough to show a reaction to me asking for a cancellation of our marriage? 

 This shouldn’t be a difficult decision for him, so why is he taking his time to respond? 

 The longer I wait, the more his lack of response bothers me. It’s not similar to before, where the quiet was filled by the sounds of us eating and the servants coming in to check on us.

 No, it’s the silence where if he does not speak, I will make the decision for him and walk out and permanently leave the manor.

 I think of all the conversations I’ve had with Lady Rukia, his younger sister. And Renji, his lieutenant, about how I should be patient with Byaykuya. That, eventually, he will come around and warm up to me being his wife. 

 But how long?

 How long would it take for us to share a chamber? For us to act like we’re in this agreement together? For him to look at me with the same attraction I have for him?

 How long? 

 It possibly couldn’t be more than a year. 

 This is not the Byakuya Kuchiki I grew up with. No, I wasn’t in his life those five years he was wedded to Hisana due to my own family issues. Maybe I could’ve been there for him and witnessed his change that caused him to be so apathetic. 

 However, this cold man that sits before me… I don’t know who he is.

 “Is there someone else you’re interested in?” He finally speaks, breaking me from my musings. 

 I draw my brows together, confused at his accusation. “Are you… insinuating that I am having an affair?”

 “We’ve been wedded for a year. No acts of intimacy have been done between us. Now suddenly you—”

 “Because of you!” My voice roars, interrupting whatever nonsense that he was about to spew. 

 I refuse to allow him to put the blame on me for the stillness in our marriage. I have tried, time after time, and all I am met with is a man that constantly rejects any type of advances I attempt to provide him.

 So, I continue. 

 “I have given you a year, Byakuya,” I begin, standing over him. He looks up at me and again, his expression remains undetectable. “The day of our ceremony, I have accepted that I will be your lady, and on that night, I was prepared for consummation. But what did you do instead? Humiliate me in front of all our guests with your trivial question!”

 My chest heaves an adrenaline I haven’t felt in a while. Maybe even never, however, leave it to Byakuya to rile me up this way. 

 “If you or anyone thinks I will bear children with a man that looks at me with utter disgust, then you all are sadly mistaken.” Are my last words to him before I rush out the supper room, tears threatening to fall, reminding me of the night we wedded. 

 I feel like such a fool. Disgrace descends upon me and my mind quickly goes to my grandfather and the words he spoke to me on his deathbed. Be strong, child, and fulfill your duties as the current head of the L /N Clan. Bear beautiful children with Young Byakuya and fall effortlessly in love. 

 Oh, grandfather. What am I to do? I can no longer stand to be in this marriage. Not like this. 

 Not with Byakuya. 

 By this time already, I had returned to my chambers and began preparing for bed. I allowed my emotions to get the best of me tonight, so some sleep will do me good. 

 But my suggestion of annulment will continue in the morning. 

 Just as I was moisturizing my body, a knock at the door interrupts my nightly routine and I immediately grow annoyed. 

 I know it isn’t one of the servants checking on me. They know when I don’t want to be bothered with. So that leaves the man that’s responsible for my current state of mind. 

 Ignore him, I say to myself. He’ll think I’m asleep and eventually leave. But no. He barges into my chambers, unannounced, and shuts the door behind him. 

 “Excuse me. I don’t recall giving you permission to en—”

 “Do you think this is easy for me?” He asks, paying no mind to my protests. “Being… married to you.”

 I turned my back to him and continued with the task I was doing before he interrupted. “Save me the boredom and keep it to yourself. No need to further remind—”

 “For a year… I have been… fighting these emotions. These… feelings that have been forming in my chest at the thought of you being my lady.” His admission shocks me… but I remain quiet and stare at him intently through my mirror and allow him to finish. “Do you wish to know how I feel about you, Lady Y/N?”

 My chest slowly heaves up and down and I hold eye contact with him. “How?” I breathed. 

 “You interfere with my routine. Daily… weekly… monthly. Just the thought of you has my mind spiraling.” He moves closer to me with every word he speaks. “A noble. A clan head such as myself, loses all sense of control with just a whiff of your scent. Your jasmine scent that drives me utterly insane. I simply cannot act with honor when I’m around you, so I purposely choose to ignore you.”

 “But… why?” I questioned. 

 “Because you are you, my lady. You may think I don’t keep my eyes on you, but I do. All day… every day. I… watch you sit by the river and simply smile at the sight of nature. From a distance, I hear how kind you are when you speak to others. It’s… enchanting.”

 I slowly release a breath and swallow a thick gulp. “So why is that you don’t speak to me? If I’m, as you stated, enchanting?”

 “Speaking is not what I wish to do with you when we are alone,” he admits. Arousal rushed between my legs at the true meaning of his statement. 

 “It is hard for me to believe that you have an attraction toward me, Lord Byakuya.” As if my words triggered him, he takes long strides to close the distance between us. 

 “Perhaps it’s because you do not look at me the way you look at others. I, too, should be questioning your attraction toward me.”

 I stand to meet with him, but fail miserably due his tall frame towering me. Still, I stand firm with my gaze. “Others such as who?”

 “Shūhei Hisagi,” he deadpans. 

 “You’re being ridicu—”

 “That smile… Your eyes… The look you give him… you have never looked at me that way before. He personally delivers the newsletter to our manor, which he doesn’t have to, but he does for you.”

 “Are you… jealous? Of the small interactions I have with Hisagi a few times throughout the week?”

 It is hard for me to believe that the honorable Byakuya Kuchiki himself is getting flared up over a platonic friendship between Hisagi and I. 

 Sure, there may be a chance he feels more for me than I know, judging by how his cheeks stain a light pink color when he delivers the newsletter. 

 But in no shape or form do I feel the same way, and I would never stoop as low as stepping out in my marriage. Even if my husband treats me like I am a fly on the wall. 

 Though, now, as he stands before me, slightly flustered, nostrils flaring, and a pinched expression—Byakuya is in fact—jealous. 

 I do not know how to feel about this, but I do know it is better than the distance I was getting before. 

 “Does this,” he grabs my hand to slip between us so I can feel his hardened erection, causing me to suck in a breath, “feel like I hold no attraction to you?”

 “Byakuya,” I barely said above a hushed tone. 

 He presses his forward against mine, whispering, “Everyday… I curse myself for these feelings I have for you, to the point where I attempt to avoid you yet fail horribly because I can’t help but watch you from afar.” His hand gently runs up and down my arm, and this bit of contact burns warmth to my flesh. 

 “I feel wrong. Felt, wrong for having such feelings for you, knowing my late Hisana has passed away. I thought my heart went along with her illness, however, you returned to my life unexpectedly.”

 I lick my lips before asking, “Are you saying you… love me, my lord?”

 “I desire you, my lady. Crave you in ways that make me want to act animalistic.” His lips ghost over mine before he falls to my neck and inhales heavily. “I’ve always wanted to know what it is like to have you on my tongue. To hear you beg for me to give you more than what I am giving.”

 “My lord… please.” 

 He shushes me. “Your beauty is beyond words. I have… never seen a rich, deep, golden brown complexion such as yours. You hold yourself with grace, but I know you’re a minx underneath these silk garments.”

 He begins trailing faint kisses along my flesh until meeting with my face once more. I stare at him and take advantage of his ash-colored hues that resemble the sky on a cloudy day. 

 I don’t recall ever being this close in proximity to Byakuya. I’m enthralled by the smoothness of his skin and the color of his lips that reminds me of a thousand cherry blossoms. 

 I want to kiss him. I, too, also want to know what it feels like to have the taste of him on my tongue. Just—

 “May I kiss you, Y/N?” The octave of his voice, slightly lower than usual, breathy with a touch of desperation… it does something to my core. 

 His cheeks flush red and my eyes widen at the sight of him. It feels like this is a fantasy, a moment I thought I would only see in my dreams. He is completely vulnerable, stipped down to where he forgets the formalities and calls my name. He is like this for me because of me. 

 When he is like this–I do not loathe him.

 “You may.”

 Byakuya gently presses his mouth against mine, our lips merely touching as if he is skeptical about what he is doing. He pulls back to look at me and I know desperation is shown on my face. And I know he feels the same.

 How he engulfs my arm with his hand, applying immense pressure to show his desire for me tells me so. 

 My breaths are staggered. I’m thinking, what will he do next? Will he turn around and return to his chambers, regretting this moment ever happened? No. He does not. 

 He caresses my nose with his, breathing me in before meeting with my lips once more. 

 This time, he cuffs my face and deepens our kiss. My hands latched  onto his wrist to hold him in place because I will not allow him to show any skepticism once again. 

 Byakuya takes his time exploring my mouth, but a touch of eagerness is shown when his tongue slips inside of me to get more. Heat hums throughout my body and I feel wetness pooling between my thighs due to the lack of under garments I am not wearing. 

 Is this what it feels like to kiss him? Is it normal for my limbs to grow weak? As if he read my thoughts, he sweeps me off the ground and wraps my legs around his waist. Our heads move side-to-side in unison while we devour each other’s grunts and moans. 

 We head in the direction to my futon and ever so lightly, he lays me down and pulls away from me. 

 “Strip for me.” His order is soft but filled with dominance I can’t be anything but submissive to. 

 I untie my silk robe, slowly until it falls off my shoulders and bares my body. His eyes… where I know Byakuya to be calm and collective during battle, right now a beast rages through him, and I am his prey that he is ready to feast on. 

 My legs spread, revealing my sex that is moist beyond measure. A growl forms in the pit of Byakuya’s stomach and it spreads chills down my spine.

 He palms my breasts while gazing at me and I shudder from his touch. I could believe that this is in fact a dream, but it is not. 

 No longer than a second later, and he pinches my nipple between his fingers. 

 “My lord,” I softly cried, arching my back. 

 “You are art, Y/N.”

 “Address me as your lady,” I demanded. 

 “Apologies, Lady Y/N.” He leans forward to press a quick kiss to my lips. “Is there anything else you would like for me to do?”

 “Strip for me as well,” I instructed, teasingly. 

 His yukata drapes low on his hips and I am met with his slender build. Squared shoulders. A trimmed waist. And an abdomen where I would enjoy rubbing my wetness along that leads to what will bring me pleasure tonight. 

 He stands to completely remove his garments and my mouth floods at the sight of him. His groin, hard and veiny, drips liquid that I’m yearning to taste. 

 Byakuya, as expected, is well trimmed, but leaves just enough hair, perfect to my liking. 

 He’s much larger than I imagined. A size I need time adjusting to, that’s for certain. 

 “Am I up to your liking?” He quips. 

 I hum, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth. “Perhaps.”

 The smallest chuckle, almost faint, escapes his mouth. “Perhaps…” He mocks, catching onto the lie that I uttered. 

  He kneels down before me and sucks my lower lip into his mouth while he widens my legs even further to bring pleasure to my cunt. Those slender fingers, so long and delicate, slip inside of me and I mewl at the slight intrusion. He massages my walls as if he is exploring, attempting to familiarize himself with how I pulsate around his fingers. 

 I break our kiss to moan his name, and my lord takes advantage of the opening to plunge his tongue in the back of my throat and sink deeper into my cunt. 

 I never expected Byakuya to be well equipped with his fingers this way. Those same fingers that are used for battle are currently being used to bring me to my release. 

 Soon, his lips find the valley of my breasts where he leaves bruises on my flesh with teeth. I whimper so pathetically, shocking myself at the sound that leaks from me. 

 He sucks on my nipples greedily, like a starved man that’s hungry for his lover, and this time, I let out a moan of his name. 

 “Byakuya…”

 He looks at me through his lashes and firmly grips my breast. “Remember, my lady. Address me as your lord.”

 “I am sorry, my lord. Please… I can no longer wait. I want to come.”

 “Where is that fire that was present earlier? Begging?” I clench around his fingers at the sound of him taunting me. 

 He flickers his digits quicker inside of me, pulling such obscene noises from my cunt that mingles with my moans and his praises in my chambers. 

 Byakuya, this time, does not kiss me. No, instead, he ogles me and gently holds my chin in place where I am forced to watch him deliver me a release I’ve been waiting a year for. 

 There was a time where I thought he didn’t have an ounce of attraction to me, and now here he is, pleasing me in a way I haven’t been before. 

 “Oh, Lord Byakuya… I… I’m about to come. I feel a release coming,” I purred. 

  “But I have barely touched you, blossom.”

 I latched onto his wrist and rolled my hips to meet his fingers thrusting inside of my cunt. “I—I know. I’ve been waiting for this… for so long.”

 “You’ve fantasized about me bringing you pleasure?” I nod, causing a small smirk to form on his lips. “Tell me more, Lady Y/N. What else do you want? Would you like my shaft inside your tight cunt?”

 “Yes.”

 “Tell you how breathtaking you look while being filled with me?”

 “Oh, yes. Yes, Lord Byakuya.”  

 The faintest, most gentle kiss is placed on the side of my mouth and I feel the tension at the bottom of my stomach unraveling.

 “Are you prepared to bear my children? To have my come flooding your cunt until it drips out?” He ghosts over my ear. “Will you take me?”

 “Bya… kuya…” My orgasm suddenly crept onto me and I’ve created a mess on his hand. 

 I throw my head back and moan to the gods above. I can’t stop shaking and he continues to pump his fingers inside of me. 

 For a year I thought this man loathed me, but tonight I am proved otherwise. 

 Lord Byakuya has described himself as a madman when he is around me, and it is shown when he doesn’t permit me the time to come down from my release before guiding his cock to my entrance. 

 I look between us, anticipating the moment he enters my body and wondering how I will take him. 

 He attempts to push himself inside, but is met with interference and clicks his tongue. Frustrated at the constriction of my cunt because his cock is aching to feel my walls. 

 “I see she is as stubborn as you are,” he taunts. 

 I slyly smirk at him. “Giving up—Ohh…”

 Byakuya does not allow me to finish my retort before giving me one long thrust between my folds to completely stuff me. My brows knits together at the slight intrusion and hint of pain that’s mended by my wetness. 

 I’m… stretched. How could he fit? He’s so… big. Large. I feel his veins pleasurably grazing me when he slowly begins to pull in and out. My cunt molds around his cock like he’s all she knows and I gasp with every movement. 

 My thighs are pushed back so he could see all of me, to see how I’m swallowing him whole. He swears underneath his breath and seeing Byakuya so vulnerable like this has me pulsating. 

 “You… are amazing, my lady. This cunt of yours… It's perfect,” he declares. “For a year you have been keeping this from me?”

 “More, my lord. Give me a bit more.”

 “So desperate for my come, are you?”

 I eagerly nod and grip his forearms to take his pounding. He wastes no time acquiescing to my request, increasing his thrusts to pull such lewd noises from me.

  I’m almost embarrassed by the loudness of my dripping sex. I’m practically making a mess on my futon and I’m mortified that the servants will need to replace my sheets. 

 Again, his mouth and hands are back on my breast, sucking and circling my nipples until they ache. Byakuya alternates between the two to show equal amounts of love and I have never felt so overwhelmed.

 He drives into me with so much passion while marking me with his teeth and alleviating the pain with his tongue. 

 “When I breed you, you will be completely mine, my love. You will be full of me, carrying my child,” he rasps, rutting into me with more force. “How many will you give me?”

 I gasped. “As many as you want, Lord Byakuya. Just please… make me come again. I feel it approaching.”

 “So come for me, blossom.”

 His thrusts are harsher than before. The head of his cock repeatedly presses my sweet spot and I feel the spark of electricity tingling in my lower back. My breasts are still occupied by his mouth, but they move obnoxiously with the rhythm of his poundings. 

 I cry his name, scream to my lord how wonderful this feels and tears prick the corner of my eyes. His free hand that was on my breast moves to thumb my clit to aid with my near release. 

 Byakuya moans soon joins mine to tell me how my cunt squeezes his cock, nearly strangling. And if it were to lose circulation, I would be the cause. But does he not feel how he throbs inside of me? 

 How he hopes to breed me so we will be bound for life? 

 “You asked me earlier… if I love you. Would you still like to know?”

 “Yes, Byakuya. Tell me… do you?”

 “I do,” he simply answers. “Since the day I saw you staring at the river and smiling at the water flowing. How could I not love you?” He brushes his lips across mine and lowers his voice. “How could I not love you after having you like this? Having your beautiful body, every dip and curve bare underneath me?”

 “Lord Byakuya… I’m coming.”

 “And you sound beautiful when my name drips from your lips. Continue calling me your lord until I have filled you with my come.”

 Over and over, he rocks into me at a frenzied pace, causing my orgasm to burst out of me. Tears stain my cheeks and arousal prickles my flesh from my overwhelming release. However, Byakuya does not let up until his thrusts are uncoordinated, indicating his own climax.

 Coming together as lovers for the first time after our ceremony has me seeing stars in my chambers. His load… it’s heavy. Hot and sticky. It mingles with my own come and creates a mess between us.

 Lord Byakuya, too, is a vocal lover. He comes down from his own release and whispers how ethereal I am. How he would never grow tired of pleasing me and filling my cunt. 

 But it’s the delicacy of him brushing my coils away from my face and placing soft kisses on my cheeks that causes my heart to skip a beat. 

 An hour has already passed, and we have been basking in each other’s presence. His embrace is comforting. It provides me with a warmth that was well needed to fill the coldness beside me when I slept alone at night for the past year. 

 “I’m sorry,” he says, breaking the silence. 

 I know the reason for his apology, but ask anyway. “For what, my lord?”

 “For the discomfort I have provided you since our engagement. You didn’t deserve that… Before anything, you were a dear childhood companion of mine and I treated you horribly.”

 His kind words move me. I place my palm against his cheek and look up at him. “We can discuss it some more later on. For now, I would like to enjoy your company. Is that okay?”

 He kisses the top of my head and pulls me further into his arms. “Of course, my lady… Of course.”

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[m-ayo-o]

take it slow 18+

Your man is so patient.

He loves taking things slow.

He stares a lot.

He loves eye contact.

And he loves that you can't always maintain that eye contact. He thinks it's cute when you have to look away.

He kisses you slow.

He touches you slow...

He eats pussy slow.

He doesn't eat your pussy to make you cum.

He eats it for himself.

He loves watching how your body reacts.

He drags his tongue over your clit, from side to side, loving how your hips sway to follow his movements.

He loves sliding up and down, feeling your hips undulate with his rhythm.

And he loves pressing his hand on your stomach, telling you to slow down.

"Don't move- don't focus, don't tense up, relax your body for me"

He slurs into you and dips his tongue through your folds again.

So you push away the thoughts of cumming, of release, and just succumb to the ebb and flow of pleasure.

And when he can feel you shaking, your lips trembling and forming his name, he gives you sudden and intense licks.

lap lap lap lap lap

"Ffuh-- fu- ckk--mmmhh ththankyou thank you~"

"Mmh- mm- mm"

He hums and swallows greedily, taking his time to clean you up, then raking his eyes slowly up your figure.

"Perfect" he purrs.

suguru GETO, megumi FUSHIGURO 21+, kisuke URAHARA (if you're lucky), byakuya KUCHIKI + any other disgustingly seductive fucker

thinking...

ngl i was totally imagining suguru when i wrote this dammit he's a bad boyyy

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[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Hello I hope you don't mind me requesting again (●’◡’●)ﾉ

But if you don't mind could I request byakuya togami x male reader that acts like Jamil viper

You can choose the kinks again, but could m!reader be bottom, and can it still be in the killing game and m!reader can be the ultimate butler?

-Sunny

Of course not, Sunny! A request that I can manage is a request that will be fulfilled~!

I do apologize if this is lackluster, but Byakuya is not a character I feel too much when writing. I do hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

Title: Yes, Sir

Characters: Top!Byakua Togami x Bottom!m!reader(Ultimate Butler)

Contains: Dom/Sub dynamic, bondage, fingering, spanking

Fandom: Danganronpa

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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Ever since Byakuya discovered your talent, he has requested that you serve him. Though that's not to say you were thrilled by the notion of that.

You were actually fought over by him and Celeste near the start of the game. Celeste insisted you stay with her, as she deemed herself high enough to have a servant, but Byakua insisted the same. You weren't sure how you ended up with him in the end, but that's how it came to be, never having a choice in the matter like usual.

You two were in the library. Byakuya was researching multiple things when he decided it would be better to take a break from that. He handed the book that he had found on the desk from his previous session and had you put it away.

"Yes, sir." You took the book, automatically checking the cover to see where it would go on the shelves.

"Bring me something...exciting."

"Any specific genre, sir?"

"No, whatever suits your fancy."

Sure, make it harder for me...

You scoured she shelves, trying to find something that would entice him. In the end, you decided on a cookbook. Sure it was an odd choice, but when skimming through them before, it was always somewhat exciting to see all sorts of different dishes.

You haded Byakuya the book, but when he read the cover, only his eyes moved to you. "A cookbook?"

"I personally find different recipies and food items exciting, sir."

Byakuya sighed, putting the book down on the desk. "Actually...I think I have something else in mind for a destressor."

"...And...what would that be, sir?"

"Give me your tie."

You stayed still for a moment, sighing before obliging. You undid your tie, giving it to Byakuya. He spun you around, grabbing your hands and pinning them behind you as he tied them together. When finished, pushed you over the desk with a small grunt. You were now positioned for him.

"I don't know where you get off thinking a cookbook would be an exciting read."

"Y-You said to pick something that suited my--"

"Is that back talk, (y/n)?"

"N-No, sir, I was just--"

"Silence." Byakuya undid the tie that he wore himself wrapping it over your mouth and tying it behind your head. When he was out of sight, you scowled from the action. This guy...so full of himself...you hated that you had to serve him, especially receiving a punishment like this, but a talent is a talent, and with expectations come punishments.

Byakuya removed your pants and boxers, and you were ashamed to admit your cock was already hardening from all of this. You swore you could hear the smirk through a hum as he noted your shaft, now spreading your ass to get a good view.

To your surprise, he slipped in his thumb, earining him a soft moan from the small stretching. He gently pushed in and out, working out your ass. You tried writhing around a bit, but Byakuya quickly stopped you with a slap to your ass.

"Sit still."

You wanted to growl out against the gag, but instead disguised it as a groan, obeying as Byakuya continued to work you out. Once he was satisfied, he removed his thumb and inserted his middle and ring finger, causing you to arch your back a bit with a whine.

"So far, I'd say you're behaving quite well. Maybe this will teach you to take my commands seriously next time."

You tried to fight the blissful feeling, trying to keep yourself in check, but you couldn't. You nodded with a moan, your brows furrowing as he pushed his fingers deeper. Your moans became more consistent as you rested your head on the desk, all external sense of yourself starting to fade. You accepted your fate, but you wouldn't make this mistake again.

"I'd say you're about ready now...What do you think, (y/n)?"

You nodded eagerly, spreading your legs further for Byakuya.

He smirked at the sight of you, noting to remember this as he pulled his cock from his pants, positioning himself at your hole. He didn't miss a beat, filling you nice and deep right away. You arched your back once more, legs trembling against him.

Byakuya held onto your shoulders, using you as leverage to thrust into you as deep as he could go. Despite being told to stay still, you rocked your hips back into him, though Byakuya didn't seem to have an issue this time. The two of you grunted into the air, disturbing the silent library environment. You were thankful that no one else was here, and should a murder occur, you had your alibi, so with that in mind, you let yourself go.

It didn't take long before your moans began to pitch, signalling that you were approaching your climax. Byakuya was well aware, and picked up the speed, for once indulging you instead of him. Your cock was rigid against the desk, and with one final thrust, the side was painted white along with the inside of you.

The two of you panted heavily, relishing in the afterglow of the moment. Though you enjoyed it, you stilled noted to take his requests a little more seriously

Or...

Who knows.

You had to admit this was fun. It wouldn't hurt to get yourself like this again, right?

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[angelltheninth]

NNN Day 30 with Byakuya Kuchiki

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, only breed no pregnant, praise, fucking against a wall, neck kissing, Byakuya finally snaps

A/N: And here we are, the last day of NNN for this year.

It's been a full month of not fucking and you were going insane. When Byakuya finally kissed you it was like your first kiss all over again. There wasn't time to hold back, even though you had all the time in the world. To the two of you a month was nothing, and everything.

You didn't care that he had you held up against the wall in the hallway, all you cared about was his lips on your neck and his cum being fucked into your womb. Thankfully there was no risk of getting pregnant here so you say it. "You finally get to breed me. Aren't you happy?"

Byakuya was a man of few words even during your most intimate times. "Yes." He relented against your neck, his hips slapping hard against yours, seeking contact and warmth in a frenzy.

"Yes what Byakuya?" You held him close, hands in his hair, letting it loose of it bindings, legs around his hips, barely giving him room to move.

"Yes. You've been a good girl." That wasn't true, you tried to jump his bones multiple times but he knew how much you enjoyed his praise, "You're going to let me breed you today. We're not stopping until neither of us can move." For him to be saying, promising that, he must be more pent up then he let on. "All of me. Have. All. Of. Me." More hot cum flowed into you with every word, just how you wanted since day one.

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[mushies-stories]

Soft!Byakuya Kuchiki

Byakuya Kuchiki: With a sweet S/O who has a praise kink.

honestly might add to this when i have a new thought because this mans stole my heart outa nowhere. why is he so pretty??

female reader, SFW, NSFW

SFW

He thought you were the cutest thing in the world. The way you looked up at him with your sweet smile.

Since you're so shy he keeps most PDA to a minimum. 

He would hold your hand in public or wrap an arm around you when you were in public. He even gives you kisses, nothing too intense but still full of passion enough to have you blushing when he pulls away. 

Never forgets a goodbye kiss even when people are around, he keeps it short but still full of passion and love enough to have you blushing at his gentle gesture. 

Will let you sit between his legs when you're drinking. Mosty to keep you safe from Rangiku who insists on drowning you in sake. This way he can keep an eye on just how much you're drinking and cut you off when you start to really slur your words. 

When you drink you do tend to get a bit of an attitude. Not wanting to leave even though you could hardly stand on your own, let alone walk. In the end he ignores all protests and scoops you up in his arms and carries you back home.

He won't admit it because he doesn't want to give drunk you any idea and embarrass sober you but he thought it was adorable how drunk you would all flustered when he pulled his stern voice out and backed you against the wall, towering over you with a fixed stare. “It's late Y/N, that means It's time for bed, no more games.”  

You'd back down almost immediately, saying “m’sorry Byakuya, please don't be mad.” You say in a small voice. 

He knew you were facking the sorry act but you did it so well that he always lets you off the hook. Instead he just gets you both ready for bed and tells you no more protesting. You normally listen. 

He loves holding you from behind. Your back pressed against his chest with his arm warped around you holding you tightly against him while you used his other arm as a pillow. You were so much smaller than him, his body basically wrapped around you. 

He watched your sleeping face in the early morning light just before he got up. He knows you'll end up following after him but he still tries to be as still and silent as possible. Slowly pulling himself from you and letting your head lull back onto the pillow.

A few moments later he hears your footsteps padding after him to start the daily routine. Half asleep next to him, brushing your teeth and rubbing at your eye with a yawn. Adorable he thinks. 

He brushes your hair for you and makes sure to be as gentle as possible. You try your hardest to not fully lean into his touch.

On days where he doesn't have to leave so early you force him to stay in bed a while longer. You lay your head on his chest and unlock a leg with his, effectively tapping him in your grasp. Not that he minds, what would he rather be doing anyways?

Likes to sit with you in his lap in his office, kissing you and holding you tightly against him between rounds of paperwork. His slender fingers tangle in your hair as he kisses your neck softly, lulling you into a state of calm.

When you're all cuddled up to him late at night as he does paperwork. Softly breathing as you fall asleep waiting for him to be done. His heart skips a beat when you hold on his captain's coat tightens and you mumble something about how much you love him. “Byaku~ love you so much.” you'd mumble, nuzzling into his chest. 

He loves having you in his lap while you tell him about your day or something you found interesting, he just loved hearing you speak, you sweet voice like music to his ears. His hands would hold your hips  as he looked at you with adoring eyes while you went one and on.

If you ever got embarrassed that you were talking too much he would shush your worries with a soft kiss, pulling you closer to him. “Never my sweet petal, I love listening to you.” he would assure you. 

Your face would be burning up at his words. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You could feel his body shake softly as he chuckled, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

He wasn’t afraid to speak out if someone hurt your feelings or embarrassed you. Pulling you into his side as he confronted who ever offended his beloved. 

Also isn't afraid to show others that you are his, even if id does embarrass you a little. If he sees someone looking at you or making clear moves, he will assert himself and step between what's happening real fast. Wrapping and arm around you and if need be will kiss you enough to have you blushing and hiding your face in his side.

NSFW

Byakuya was a gentle lover hands down. 

He always made sure you were ready for him, using his fingers to pump into your tight hole. He loves the sound you made when he curls his fingers in your pussy. 

“Doing such a good job, do you want to cum sweet girl? Go ahead my petal cum for me.”

His long slender fingers had you arching into the palm of his hand as you came undone, panting and moaning as his fingers helped you through your orgasm.

If he had the time and it wasn't a quickie then he normally makes you cum on his tongue as well. 

Homie has stamina so watching you moan and whimper while he makes you cum on his tongue and fingers makes his dick yearn to be nestled up in your sweet pussy. 

He likes to run his long cock along your folds as he kisses you tenderly before slowly pushing the tip into your tight hole, deepening the kiss as he sinks in slowly to swallow your sweet sounds. 

Once he's fully seated in your core he lets you adjust, moving hair from your face as he looks at you, expression turning into one of pure pleasure. 

“Sweet petal, does that feel good? All you needed was for me to fill you up?” he would coo at you. 

Kisses and sucks all over your chest and neck but doesn't leave marks in places anyone else can see.

Isn’t scared to pound into you roughly if you ask him too, normally being prompted first. “What do you need my love, need me to go harder? faster?” 

His thumb rubs circles on your clit as his hips snap into you mercilessly 

Once you finally let out a pleasing beg between breaths he will happily thrust into you harder and faster until your legs are shaking and you're cumming around his cock crying his name and mumbling how good he felt in you. “byaku-Aah! S-so good, fe-els so good.”

“That's it my sweet petal, cum for me. You're squeezing me so tight and good, my perfect girl.” 

The sounds that came out of you paired with your blitzed out face was enough to have him rutting into your pussy while his cock twitches as he fills you fluttering walls with his thick cum.

Pulling out he admires you while you lay looking up at him between your legs. Your face red and eyes half lidded sprawled out with his cum slowly leaking from your spent hole.

“Feel good, my love? So pretty with my seed spilling out of your perfect pussy.”

After care is this man's specialty. Running you a hot bath for you both, washing your body and hair.

Will get you a glass of water before bed and even a snack if you asked. 

All of the snuggles and forehead kisses while you fall asleep in his arms.

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[shes-so-insane]

Bleach Men Asking For Sex (NSFW)

(Byakuya, Renji, Kisuke)

warnings: Obviously smut, bit of rough house. GN reader.

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Byakuya Kuchiki

Byakuya never showed his lust or desire for you, only waited until you approached him. Of course whenever you were in the mood, he always obliged. However, it's been a while since you two have been intimate and he's itching for your body. You and him were walking back to his Captain's Quarters after a patrol duty, and he couldn't help but keep his eye on you, taking in your scent. The whole day you've been teasing him subtly; bending over and grazing his groin, showing a bit more skin and wearing that perfume that drives him crazy. He was a man of composure, or so you thought.

When he opened the door, he quickly shuffled you inside and pressed you against the wall gently.

"you've been distant. why is it that you've been like this?"

"I just thought you were getting sick of me, is all" you say with a teasing grin.

This comment makes him grit his teeth, his cheeks hinting at a soft blush.

"what would make you believe that? I... I need you, Y/N. I can't.. keep my hands off you anymore."

His nose is grazing your temple, and he nibbles at your ear. He whispers, in a low growl. You could smell his flowery scent, and his hot breath made you shiver.

"I need to fuck you. Now. I'm going to take what I need."

Lips crashing, his hands searching desperately for your body as he takes your shinigami uniform off. He peels his own in the process, his porcelain skin making your own desire grow.

"you know, you could have just asked" you smirk as he bites your neck.

You surely were going to be in for a long night, dealing with his pent up sexual frustration.

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Renji Abarai

Renji and you have sex, a LOT. Every position in the book. But recently things have been busy. You are sitting filling out paperwork in your office, as he lays on the ground beside you staring up. He's pretty open about what he wants.

"just a kiss? Please?"

"no renj. I've got work to do." You smirk. He thinks you're challenging him.

without sitting up, he places his large rough hand on your thigh.

"are you sure?"

He says smugly, rubbing his hand on your thigh. He sits up and sits behind you.

"and what if I just... Touch you? That okay?"

His hands are running on your body, his right hand dangerously close to your arousal.

"Renji." You say with a low growl, but he doesn't give up.

He starts pawing at your arousal through your pants and grins.

"seems you want me too... So wet." And with that, you give in. A small break couldn't hurt. Or two. ------------ Kisuke Urahara

"(Y/NNNNNN.........)" He'll call you from the back of the shop in that stupid teasing voice he always uses. "what do you want, Kisuke?" you call out, before walking down the hall and seeing the tent in his pants. His hands are on his hips, his sandy blonde hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. "You. What do you think?" "It's been like an hour since we had sex" you roll your eyes and turn around, but a strong, delicate hand pulls you back into his chest. You can smell his musk and he speaks in a low growl. "So? I always have you yelling for more. Come on, little bunny." He licks and nibbles at the side of your ear, as he drags you to sin.

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[compressingsins]

By Me

Pairing; Byakuya x chubby f!reader

Warning; Detailed NSFW, romantic NSFW, overstimulation, shared orgasms, oral, masturbation

Word Count: 7.9k

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"I'm trying my best, Captain!"

"Is that so? You have been nothing but a disappointment, these days."

You knew how blunt your captain was, Byakuya Kuchiki, Captain of Squad 6. It nearly made you tear up though, because you always gave everything a hundred percent but the way your Captain was talking to you, it made you honestly doubt your own strengths. However though, you weren't going to argue with him.

Considering how new you were, it would take time for you to adjust and get along with your new Squad, but he wanted you perfect already, it seemed. Lieutenant Abarai was the only one to understand your position though, and it annoyed you really as your Captain didn't excuse you for that. He was treating you as if you weren't new to this Squad.

It's not like you hated your Captain or anything, but for the pass few months, three to be exact, he's been a stress magnet. Wanting you to perfect and adjust to his Squad already was really stressful, pilling a lot of pressure on you. He wanted you to have everything down pat, kido, sword training the whole nine.

You bit your lip though, suppressing the sniffle of sheer embarrassment you felt right now, as you've never been the type to disappoint. Of course you had room to train, but since he was pilling everything on you at once, it was pretty damn tough trying to focus on one thing. You could only nod as he spoke though, the words just weren't there.

"If you want to be in this Squad, improve. If I do not see improvements by next week, you will be assigned differently."

You lowered your head in shame a bit, as your Captain didn't seem the slightest bit of guilty for what he was doing, basically forcing you to push yourself to limits you couldn't accomplish in only a few days. How could you say no to him though, because one, you honestly wanted to be a part of this Squad.

It wasn't evident that he hated you, but you felt as if he didn't like you either. If that was the case, you had no idea as to why but you weren't going to ask. That wasn't your main focus, your main goal was to just push yourself as hard as you could until you met the level he wanted you at. It was a lot of pressure but what the hell...

"Ye- yes sir," Your words were stuttered, your lips trembling as you spoke. "Should I take my leave?"

You couldn't even lift your head to look at him anymore, the Captain staring down at his desk as he spoke one word.

"Go."

You bowed, turning and speed walking to his sliding door, pushing it open and quickly leaving. What you didn't know was that he stared you down as you left, watching you leave his presence and his paperwork becoming his main focus. That's until he heard a familiar voice.

"Is it really necessary to be that harsh to her?"

The dark haired male didn't look up, recognizing the source of the voice, Yoruichi, the former Captain of the Stealth Squad.

"Yes, it is necessary. She has to get better, now."

"She doesn't have to, you just want her to," A low groan came from Byakuya, feeling as if what he just told you was right. Yoruichi had her own reasons and beliefs as well, so she felt as if she could speak on them. "She's only just joined your Squad, and you're pushing her to perfect Kido and Sword Training in matters of only a week?"

"She has potential, meaning she can do it. Hollows will not allow her extra training, in battle, she will need as much training as she can get."

"Why don't you just tell her? What do you have to lose?"

The Captain didn't respond, continuing with his paperwork but he was listening. He didn't know if she was referring to what he was thinking about, but he believed that was what it was. He wasn't going to say that out loud though, because he knew the black cat knew, what he didn't know is how she knew.

"What, you think because you're her Captain, you can't have a relationship with your her? It's obvious Byakuya, you're scared-"

"Shut up."

"You're scared that she'll end up getting herself killed, so you're being overprotective."

That shushed Byakuya, his hand ceasing motion of the pen that was in his right hand, stopping all administrations to listen closely. He wasn't enjoying the conversation honestly, but he at least thought she was sorta right. Well, he knew she was right, and he knew what he felt for you was something he shouldn't be feeling.

Yoruichi knew all too well that Byakuya felt some kind of way towards you, and she found out from just visualization. He's never pushed a newbie this much in such short time, which proved Yoruichi's point that Byakuya had feelings for you. Yes he's your Captain, but it shouldn't matter as much, well at least they think.

It may be weird falling for someone that's your student, but Byakuya didn't feel weird about it. He didn't even know if his feelings were real, or was he just being desperate because of his past relationship, that occurred years ago. He was deeply in love with his wife, but it was extremely difficult for him to deal with.

"I am only doing what a Captain should, and that's better his students. ____, must get stronger, this World is no longer safe to be falling behind in training. If she wants to live, then she has to train, no matter how far I'm pushing her."

He still didn't turn to Yoruichi, but he did reply to what she said, his tone sounding one as genuine sincerity which made her believe. She still knew what else he wanted with you, but she wasn't going to mention it. He might've just really cared for the girl, but if that's the case, it confused Yoruichi as to why he cares so much, anyway.

It was okay for a Captain to want their student to provel, but pushing them so hard when they've only just joined was a bit extreme, in Yoruichi's eyes. She knew more about his feelings towards you anyways, without Byakuya even knowing, she has stalked his room while he was alone. Not like a creep, but to understand his real reasons for pushing you extremely hard.

He however, did not want to hear anymore of this, going back to writing on his paper to complete his work. Yoruichi sighed in the back, already knowing what he was about to say to her, transforming back to her cat self.

"You're dis-"

"I know, I'm already leaving."

Byakuya side eyed the black cat, staring as she stood on the window that was open from her previous entrance. The cat stayed there momentarily, looking at Byakuya as she spoke one last time, before she was ready to take her leave.

"You don't have to hold it in, Byakuya. It'll hurt you more, once she's gone."

With that, the cat jumped out the window, shutting it with her tail. His eyes stayed trained on the window, turning away and going back to his work. Those words Yoruichi spoke however, did put a ache in his chest, his hand stopping the pen from writing on the paper. Blankly, he was staring at the paper, but not reading a single word.

He was in deep thought, and it was because of Yoruichi. Byakuya honestly didn't want anything to happen to you, and it was likely that too much training would do more bad than good. He just wanted you ready for missions, once the time came, but now that he's thinking about everything he's putting you through, he understands.

With a deep sigh, the Captain placed his pencil horizontally flat across his papers, getting up to call it a night. He'd check in with you tomorrow morning, as it's already late and you're possibly already off to sleep. He would not want to disturb you at a time like this, and he could use some rest himself, actually. He was stressing himself anyway, trying to come in terms with himself.

Almost immediately when his back layed against the mattress, his eyes began shutting. He wanted to more than likely apologize for his behavior as well, knowing he acted a little out of the ordinary with his student. He didn't want you hating him of course, so he had an idea of at least trying to apologize, as he isn't the type to really do so.

It wouldn't hurt though, and Byakuya knew that, he just didn't want you seeing him turn into a big softie, some will say. He knew if he wanted to do what he intended with you, he had to be more open and not so mean.

~~~

Thunderous moans sounded throughout a room of the Captain Barracks of Byakuya Kuchiki. He was doing it again, thinking about that certain person...

Letting his fingertips graze the underside of his cock, bracing himself once again as he tightly grasped it, slowly jerking it to let his mind wander as well. All he could imagine was ____ bouncing up and down on his cock, holding her hands as she broke down on top of him. Watching her face contort, while she slowly rode his cock dry.

Thrusting his hips up to meet her bouncing, making sure his tip collides with her cervix each time. Just the thought quickened the males pace, rumbling groans slipping from his closed mouth, his eyes sealed as well. His hand caressing his body was slowly dragging across his chest, sending shivers straight to the base of his cock, making his balls jolt with electricity.

Just imagining his long cock sinking slowly but deeply into ____, made his sack tighten, his impending high coming faster than he thought. He knew when it came to thinking about ____, his sexual desires would be there faster than usual, no matter the time nor place. He just wanted her underneath or a top of him.

Gripping the middle of his cock, Byakuya wildly began pumping quickly, his balls bouncing with each motion of his hand. He could feel the veins trailing in his cock throbbing, the pre-cum sliding down his shaft, coating him in his own clear essence of substances. It felt so much better when he naturally lubbed himself, sharp hisses coming from the sensitivity as he ran his hand across the veins of his cock, which seemed to get thicker every motion.

He gritted his teeth, his hand caressing his body slowly maneuvering to his abdomen, pressing down to add pressure so his high could come faster, that high he oh so desperately wanted. The motion of his hand also increased, his hand working extra hard to make himself burst already. The way his balls jumped added to the impending orgasm, that was so painfully close.

Byakuya finally opened his eyes, locking them onto his huge length, loving how the sheen of his pre-cum was coating the web of his hand. Licking his lips, Byakuya sat up a bit and held his shirt above his chest, so none of the substance would get on his clothes. That thought was leaving his mind though, as soon as that tight coil in his abdomen snapped, and violently.

His entire body jerked, his hand still pumping lazily with a tight grip, his eyes narrowed as the intensity of the orgasm nearly broke him. He was imagining ____ bouncing on his cock, overstimulating him as she desire, making a mess of her own insides. He let his hips buck up into his hand, his head falling back as a deep moan escaped him.

"That's it, ____..! Overstimulate me..!"

His words were something that usually slipped, when he pleasured himself to the girl. He almost always imagined her bouncing on his thick shaft, nearly crying as she complained about how big he was. He didn't know if she would though, but he knew that he could possibly have her breaking down, as she rode him.

He shook a bit, letting his head fall back forward to face his cock, his hand continuing on his softening length. Spurt after spurt jetted onto his chest and abdomen, the Captain nearly tearing up whilst he thought about her. His orgasm seemed to be more intense as he thought about her, his hold on his cock tightening.

He was practically milking himself dry, letting his cum run down his cock which made it easier to glide his hand across it. His abdomen was contracting and flexing as well, his hand stroking his entire softening length now, pushing down to his balls. A whimper came from Byakuya, his body shaking from how sensitive he was.

Once that hot chill ran through his body, he stopped moving his hand, closing his eyes before he let his back once again fall upon his bed. He could hear his heart thumping in his chest, his hand still on his cock that was limp and resting agaisnt his abdomen. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he could literally feel his heart beat in the veins of his cock.

He couldn't take this anymore, because he wanted to be with ____. He's tired of sleeping without her next to him, and he's tired of stressing himself because of that too. The Captain was just doubtful of what you'd say, not knowing how she'd take confession, but it was worth a try. ____ meant so much to the Captain, and it could be worse... right? The worse she can do is deny his feelings, which would be pretty heartbreaking...

Just that thought itself pained him a bit, hoping for the best tomorrow, when he confronts her. If she denies him, he doesn't even want to think about how that'll feel...

~~~

There you go, kid! You're doing great, just keep going!"

Your adrenaline rush was so high right now, your Lieutenant screaming at the top of his lungs, pumping you up to keep you going. Your Captain was there too, but he wasn't saying anything, just standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and closed eyes. It was just you three, Renji trying his best to better you, and help you.

Captain Kuchiki was the one who decided this early afternoon training, and it honestly didn't bother you, just because you knew you needed the training. Besides, you prepared yourself last night, just to wake up early and train. It was already in your plan and you was originally going to train by yourself, but your Captain insisted.

You honestly just straight up welcomed it, even if he wasn't helping you, but his mere presence strived you to push yourself harder. Your Kido was improving really quickly, making you honestly feel great about your skill. You were already talented but with the extra work, you were getting even better and it impressed you.

You were training ever since twelve in the afternoon, and now it's four, which has been a long time. You were honestly a bit tired, but you didn't want to stop, hearing your Captain's voice behind you which ceased your movements. Looking behind you, you eyed him, seeing as he was still in his current position.

"That is enough for today, ____. Renji, you are dismissed, relieved for the evening. ____, in my Barracks, now."

Instantly, your happiness died down, your smile dropping to a frown of sadness and disappointment. Lieutenant Abarai looked down at you, a smile displayed across his face whilst he eyed you. He felt so bad honestly, but he didn't know what Captain Kuchiki intended for you, so he didn't know if feeling bad was correct.

Captain Kuchiki left almost instantly, not even giving you or Renji anytime to reply, just flashstepping away. It bothered you thinking that you didn't impress him as much as you thought, and at the beginning, you thought you were doing so freaking well...

Renji placed a hand a top your head, considering how much taller he was than you, your head tilting up to look the red haired male, in the face. The Lieutenant ruffled your hair, letting the strands thread through his fingers, your sad eyes changing a little. Your frown was also dying, but you were still sad a bit.

"Don't worry, ____. I'm pretty sure it isn't as bad as you're probably thinking."

"Maybe but... he always seems so disappointed in me Renji, it just gets stressful. Sometimes I wanna just stop training, when he's like this with me."

"Don't let your thoughts get to you, he's not disappointed in you at all. Well... hopefully he's not, I personally don't think so. It's kind of hard to impress him, so just give it some time. For now, you might wanna report to him like he asked."

"Yeah, you're right. I'll catch up with you later then, if you wanna continue training?"

The red head nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at you, smiling cheekily as if giving his word.

"You know it! I'm ready when you are, so just be prepared because this time, we're clashing against each other!"

You smiled, the two of you turning away at the same time, different directions you both went. Your nerves began striding up, adding tension to your beating heart that was bamming in your ears. He was the type of person you'd always get nervous and quiet around, just because you're slightly scared of what he has to say.

He was so unreadable, and that's why you always get the worse idea's whenever he did something like what he just did. You could flash step, so it didn't take a World trip to reach his barracks, your hands shaking as you were about to knock, but was interrupted when the sliding door opened itself, the person who did it coming into view.

It was your Captain, who was looking down at you, and you were trying so damn hard not to be nervous. A smile pulled at your lips, trying to show him that you were okay at least, but he saw right through that forced smile. He didn't speak on it, however, just moving his body to the side to let you in, his eyes watching you intently.

That made you even more nervous, taking your steps into his Barracks, standing in one place awkwardly. He walked pass you, the sound of his door closing meeting your ears.

"Relax, it's just us."

His deep voice sent a chill down your spine, your body jolting with a shock of surprise, but you still were unmovable. He sat at a table, with other seat across from his, gesturing for you to come over and sit which you nervously did. You've never really had one on one times with your Captain, so you were practically shaking in your shoes.

You sat across on your knees and shins, both your hands on your thighs, trying your best to calm down. He was drinking some beverage, both his eyes closed as he sipped it. Once he put his cup down, his eyes were focused and practically piercing through your skull, making you stiffen and your heart drum.

"I'm assuming, you're wondering why I've brought you here, correct?"

"Yes! I mean, yes sir..."

Your outburst was to be expected, Byakuya not even flinching from it. He knew you were nervous, and on the inside deep in a abyss of thoughts, Byakuya found it to be cute. His eyes closed again, now you finally looking at the Captain, since he was no longer looking at you, relieving some nerves from your veins, just a tad bit.

"I am not disappointed in you," His words caused a gasp to escape your throat, your eyes widening as you listened, "You are my newest student, yet you're surpassing all of my older ones. I am willing to admit, ____, I am impressed."

Your entire face lit up, your smile stretching from ear to ear and Byakuya opening his eyes to look at you, finding your smile really cute. He was thinking about what he did last night, and he knew this was a better time than any. He wasn't really a shy man when it came to women, even if he hadn't been with one in a while.

He cleared his throat, eyeing you down even though you weren't necessarily paying attention. Sitting across his him, you were telling him how you appreciated him for saying that, because you honestly thought the complete opposite. The only thing Byakuya didn't know how to do was confess to you, but he had an idea.

"A couple of years back, I was married."

Your words stopped flowing, confused and thinking if you heard that right or not. If you did hear that correctly, why was he telling you this, and at a time like this? You honestly didn't know, but you did care to listen. You did hear something about him being in a past relationship, but that was all and you didn't bother getting details.

"Once she left me, I was broken. It was so sudden, hopeless to think that she'd win that battle of sickness. I was strong for her, but it was not enough. She did fight, however, paining me when she passed away-"

His words saddened you, but that was kind of a background on why he was the way he is now, you think at least. It seemed like a logical reason, though it wasn't in your mind to question him on that. He seemed a little hurt, which also made you sad for him, even if you didn't know why he was telling you this.

"You wonder why I push you, strictly because I do not want you to get yourself killed, once I start sending you outside of the Soul Society."

"It's only natural for a Captain to push his students, but why me? I mean, I've seen how you've treated everyone else in the Squad, and it's no way near how you treat me."

The male looked down, deeply inhaling as his eyes shut, both arms crossed over his chest. You gulped just at the sight, thinking he was about to say something you possibly wouldn't like, just because this is his usual position.

"You are my student, as I am your Captain, ____. It isn't professional, but I've... taken an interest in you."

Dumbfounded, you sat there staring at him, your eyes slowly widening as his words seemed to be delayed, meeting your ears and making your heart jolt like crazy. Was he serious, or were you delirious from your nervousness? Your mouth wouldn't even form words, just because you were speechless in all honesty.

"Former Captain Yoruichi has acknowledged me of my feelings, feelings that I wasn't quite sure of. It is correct to say, I push you because I want you to get stronger, strong enough to fend for yourself when I'm not by your side. I do not wish for you to die in battle, neither from sickness. I've come to terms with my feelings, and can honestly say that... I love you. It is sudden, in a matter of months, though I do."

You listened to everything he said, trying to figure out if this was real or not. Your Captain, Byakuya Kuchiki, one of the strongest Captains in all of the Soul Society... loves you? And out of everybody, you couldn't figure out, why you? You were so befuddled that you didn't even realize he was staring at you as he spoke, his words seemed genuine.

You didn't expect this to be your conversation with your Captain, when he told you to come to his barracks. You were so shocked, as it was silent for a bit, because you honestly didn't know what to say, but Byakuya could completely understand. He just dropped a huge bombshell on you, who wouldn't react like that?

"Captain... I don't know wha- what to say..."

"Do not say anything, ____. Let me show you."

The Captain stood up, taking strides over to your body before he stood behind you, your heart thumping in your chest becoming an offbeat drum in your ear. Byakuya began to drop to his knees, snaking his arms under yours to reach your waist, as he sat down and pulled you against him. You were sitting on his lap, with his arms around you.

His left hand went to your chin, grasping it and turning it so you could face him. Your heart was beating so damn fast you thought it could explode, and Byakuya could tell you was nervous, the way your entire face nearly turned red showed it. He released your chin, using that same hand to take yours in his.

As he stared at you, you saw nothing but passion and love in his eyes, none of his actions seeming false. That's what made you even more nervous, because you honestly do find your Captain extremely attractive, but you never thought you'd end up getting a confessing from him. You didn't even know if this was okay, but you still held his hand, honestly loving his affection.

"May I kiss you, ____?"

You stared at the man, feeling as your entire heart was yearning for Byakuya. You didn't know if you were desperate, or genuinely wanted his affection, just because your past relationships weren't that good. Terrible to be exact, and you honestly didn't want that to reoccur, however, your Captain seemed to be honest with his words.

"Ye- yes... yes you may, Captain."

"Please, call me Byakuya."

Before you could reply to that, his lips were on yours and damnit if it wasn't the best feeling ever. You couldn't help but to relax into him, the warmth of his body heightening your relaxed mind, as this was your first kiss. The kiss was so sweet, Byakuya letting only your lips press together, a single tear escaping your eyelid.

Once he pulled away, you took a moment to bask in his touch, both your eyes opening to lock onto each other. He saw that tear streaming down your face, his arms around you tightening, like he actually didn't wish to ever let go. You've never been touched like this either, so your body was shaking a bit, which he felt.

"Why are you crying?"

His question sounded as one of sadness, your eyes looking down at his chest before going back up to his face, trying your best to think of some words to speak. He was being a gentlemen, letting you do as you must, just so you could reply to him.

"I just... that was my first kiss, Cap- Byakuya. It was only a single kiss but yet... it made me feel like... like I love you... too."

Both your eyes were locked, Byakuya inching closer to you to enclose on your lips once again, this time you easily relaxed into it. He was so warm but once his hands started traveling your body, groping your soft flesh, you pushed at his hard chest. He looked up at you, seeing the fear in your eyes that was to be expected.

He knew what he was doing, but he couldn't help it because he wanted you. He wanted to claim you, forever make you his, but he wasn't going to force you to do it.

"____, I will not do something you aren't comfortable with. If you'd wish for me to stop, I have no problem with it. We can wait, until you're ready, but I would like to know your answer. Would you allow me to love and protect you, for as long as I live?"

You couldn't help how you felt so whole, even with how sudden this confession was. You honestly felt like this is what you wanted, but it scared you just because you didn't know what the future would hold. Would he leave you for someone else, or would he leave you once he's tired of you? Your insecurities were the reasons, for these questions.

You honestly didn't know Byakuya could be this affectionate, but you liked this side of him. He hasn't spoke to you this much, even when you first joined his squad, he hasn't. However, you believed everything he was saying because you've never seen him act like this towards anyone else, you knew it wasn't just a thought.

He was serious about what he was saying to you, it was as clear as day. You couldn't be more happier, nodding before you spoke.

"Yes... I'd love that... Byakuya."

For the first time, you saw your Captain smile, it wasn't too big but enough to warm your entire heart. You held onto his hand, just before he let go to turn your body to face him. This position made your lower regions brush up agaisnt him, bringing a crimson red to your cheeks. He didn't seem to mind though, letting his hands rest on your lower back.

Both of you were just staring into each other's eyes, but that's until you felt it again, felt him. You wanted to look down, but then again, you were still so scared. He could tell you were, watching as you would start to randomly look around in the room, searching for nothing but obviously something to distract your body.

He couldn't help but think of how cute you were, being all shy around him, well... against him. He did stop his actions earlier, but you kind of wish he didn't. Not because you were horny or anything, just because you've been craving someone's touch and when you're so close like this, you couldn't help but want him more.

You took your lip in between your teeth, Byakuya's eyes watching your actions with amusement. It was an embarrassing thought to you, but you wanted him... you needed him, at the moment. This is honestly, all you've ever wanted your ideal partner to be like.

"Byakuya..?"

"Yes, My Love?"

You were nearly dying at the sound of that, your mind screaming at you to convince you that, yes he just said that.

"Can we...," You sighed, trying to get your words out that embarrassed you, "Can we take it to the next step... right now?"

You looked at him as you said that, seeing his cheeks dust faintly before it quickly went away, his hand going back to grab yours. He pulled your hand up, just before placing a soft romantic kiss to the back of it, running his thumb over it.

"Whenever you are ready, ____. Do not think we have to do this now, for I will wait on you."

You smiled at this, nodding as you took in your new possible lover's words. You were still worried about the future, even if it shouldn't matter as much, when it hasn't even came yet. You were always thoughts ahead, but your mind brought you back into the present.

"I'm ready, now. I wanna do this, with you Byakuya."

Byakuya placed a kiss to your forehead, gently rubbing over it before he picked you up, standing up and placing you back down on his bed laying on your back. Your hands were crossed over your chest, watching Byakuya's every move before he shifted his body on top of yours, hoisting your legs up on his hips as you two looked into each other's eyes.

You never thought you'd ever see your Captain act like this, giving his layed back personality, never thinking that he'd fall for you. This would be the last thing you'd think would happen between you and your Captain, but crazier things have happened in your life. You didn't notice how much you craved his touch, until his hands slid underneath the fabric of your kimono, ghosting his fingertips across your warm flesh.

A warm and pleasant shiver trailed throughout your body, his hands pushing up the end of your clothes to expose your meaty legs. You didn't want him to see your figure honestly, thinking he wouldn't like it so that's why you gripped his wrists, causing a hum to resonate from his throat his eyes trailing to your face.

"What is wrong, My Love? Do you want to stop?"

"No, it's not that. I- I just don't want you to... take off my clothes and not like what you see..."

Your words came out as a near whisper but he heard you clearly, staring at your face with his usual unreadable expression.

"Why would I not, ____?"

You gulped and looked away from his face to distract yourself from hurting as you spoke the words you've always deceived.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm... y'know, fat..."

A quiet gasp came from the male who was between your legs, still being unmovable which nerved you even more. You could never tell what your Captain was thinking, as you heard his voice though, you looked back at his face.

"You are perfect, ____. I am well aware of your physique, I've always found you beautiful. There is nothing wrong with being plus sized, My Love, as it is more for me to love. Do not feel as if I do not find you attractive, ____, you are perfect and for my eyes only. I love you."

Honestly, the tears that were stinging your eyes were from pure happiness. You didn't think Byakuya would be this loving and caring, warming your heart because you've never recieved this kind of affection from anyone. Once or twice you've been titled beautiful, but you never felt as if their words were genuine at all. When Byakuya said it though, it felt like he meant that and more.

"Can I proceed, ____?"

You only nodded, letting his hands travel back to your legs to uncover them. The cold air grazed them, sending a shiver through your body and making your head turn, thinking that he still didn't like what he saw. That's until you felt his hands give your thighs generous squeezes, loving how your flesh felt in his hands.

You looked down at the black haired male, seeing him lower his head to your thigh, before feeling him plant a five second kiss there. He was being so genuine with everything he was doing to you, and you honestly felt as if you were falling for him way too fast. It couldn't be helped, when you haven't really recieved this kind of affection, before.

He was sweeter than he let on and showed, you wouldn't expect him to be like this. You were a little timid with how close he was to your heat, that was probably on display to him. Once his right hand inched closer to your most private area, he stopped and your breath hitched, a little scared of this situation escalating even if you initiated it. His eyes went back to your face that made your cheeks heat up.

So handsome...

"May I?"

You knew what he was asking for, seeing as his eyes went to in between your legs before darting back to your beautiful face. You were nervous, but you honestly craved his attention and affection, really wanting him to touch you.

"Please, Byakuya."

He slid the lower half of your kimono to rest over your stomach, exposing everything that was covering those parts. You flinched once his hand went to your lower regions, grasping the middle of your soaked panties to slide them to the side. Everything was going so fast but your mind and body already convinced you that you wanted this.

Merely jerking, once his thumb was pressing down on your clit.

"Bya-"

"It is okay, My Love. If we are to do this I must prepare you ahead of time, as I do not wish to hurt you. Just relax, it's only me and you."

Everything that he said seemed to expand your heart with more love for him, but you layed on back, trying your best to relax. You felt his thumb remove from your clit, using his other fingers to slide through your folds, causing a warm pleasurable chill to tingle your spin.

No one has ever touched you in such sinful ways and when he did it, it almost instantly took all your fears away. Once his head started to lower to your heat though, you grasped his head which made the male look back up to your face, knowing exactly why you stopped him.

"____, Love, just lay back. Do not be nervous, we are doing this together. Your virginity is well known, to me. This will prepare you for me, then again if you want to stop, we still can."

Even when you've came this far, he was still so caring and thinking of you before himself. It was such a nice and heartwarming thing you thought, and you honestly didn't want him to stop bit since you're inexperienced, it just bothered you a bit. Not that you thought you would regret this.

"No Byakuya, I want you to continue. I'm just a tad bit nervous..."

"Yes, I know. I will not let this be an bad experience for you, it will be memorable forever. Try to relax," His eyes trailed back to your sopping pussy, your face heating instantly. "You're so wet, ____. So beautiful."

His head lowered back between your legs, your eyes focusing on his face as his eyes were still locked with yours just before his tongue grazed your heat. It made you gasp, shivering as he glided his tongue between your folds to collect your sweet nectar that was now his.

Even if he just started, it already felt heavenly when his tongue started digging in, his fingers also pushing in to give your opening preparation to him. It was slightly painful due to how new you were to this type of affection, but you didn't stop him because the wet tongue that was agaisnt your clit made the pain shallow.

Your head hit the pillows underneath you, a whine escaping your lips once he stopped all his actions on your body. You looked back to him seeing as he was already staring up at you, his usual expression apparent on his features.

"Look at me, ____. I want you to watch as I pleasure you, My Love."

That heated your cheeks, keeping your eyes on him before his mouth once again latched onto your drenched cunt, suckling as much of your juice as he could. He was already staring up at you as he dug into your sweet essence, letting his tongue drag agaisnt your juicy heat.

Your eyes were threatening to shut just to ride out the waves of pleasure that was being inflicted upon you, though you kept them open. His right hand grasped your thigh, pushing it agaisnt the side of his face and pulling your body agaisnt his mouth, letting his tongue press deeper into your clit.

His fingers were still pumping in you as he feasted on you, drinking all your juices out of you watching the way your face contorted a bit. His tongue was really warm, and his fingers were thick as they stimulated you when he pushed them in and out of you.

His mouth was covered in your juices already, your chest heaving due to the pleasure. He lifted himself up and pulled away from your body, though his fingers continued pumping in and out of your body, coating his fingers in your essence. He was loving how you were reacting to his administrations.

"Does this feel good, My Love? Cum, if you want."

You're glad be said something, because you were already insanely close. His mouth was once again latched onto you, both his hands grasping your thighs separately to pull you agaisnt his face. He was eating you like he honestly wanted to consume your every being.

Your hands went to his hair, gripping the black locks making Byakuya groan agaisnt your heat, sending vibrations through your bones. It rattled your insides, tingling your nerves as you nearly screamed for him.

He only just started and yet you were already so close to that high that was inching closer, and fast. He let his hand trail back to your clit as he slowly began massaging your clit, now your body arching into his mouth, causing the licks of his tongue to fasten.

Your grip on his hair tightened, making the male buck his hips to try and relieve the tension in his cock. He was extremely hard, feeling his slit already leaking a decent amount of pre-cum. It made him hiss and groan agaisnt you, sending extra vibrations that shook your walls.

It didn't take long for your snug walls to tighten, around nothing, the tongue of Byakuya harshly flicking against your clit, forcing more of your juices to pour from your pussy. You tensed and jerked once your release broke over you, your hands in his hair harshly gripping it.

"Byakuya..! I'm cumming..!"

He knew that and continued to slurp up your juices, forcing you to nearly ball up and curl underneath him. His thumb on your clit was harshly rubbing, overstimulating your body to an extent that you could hardly handle.

"Byakuya..!"

He removed his mouth from you continuing to slowly caress your sweet pussy, loving how your juices sprayed out of you. You were trembling and shivering whilst that delicious and intense high broke over you, shaking your bones and warming your entire body.

You didn't even notice when his body was removed from you and as you opened your eyes, your eyes feasted on his now nude body. This was a sight you never thought you'd see and when you saw it, it made you even more aroused but when you saw IT... your entire body tensed.

Byakuya was so big down there, visually you could see the pulsing veins throughout his cock. You could still feel your first orgasm washing over you, watching as he settled himself in between your thighs once again. Both his hands were placed on both sides of your head, looking deeply into your eyes as a moan escaped you once his tip brushed agaisnt your sensitive clit.

You could still feel the aftermath of his tongue on your clit, causing shivers and tingles to surge throughout your body. Byakuya's fingers once against slide slowly through your folds, your hands going to his shoulder to brace yourself for the sensitivity flowing through your veins as he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You do not have to undress, for this My Love. I'm content with doing it as you are."

Again, tears were threatening to escape your eyes because of how sweet he actually was. But you wanted to at least expose some of yourself to him, opening up your kimono but leaving layed on your shoulders. He could see your stomach, breast and chest, his mouth nearly watering just at the pure sight of your body.

You thought he didn't like your plump stomach, but his lips tenderly kissed it, kissing each stretch mark that he could see. You couldn't help but smile down at him, as your heart felt like it was nearly bursting with more love for him. You honestly felt like you hit the jackpot, with Byakuya.

It no longer felt wrong anymore, you honestly feeling as if you were meant to be with him.

"I love you, ____."

"I love you too, Byakuya. Please... continue."

Your words came out hesitantly, as he maneuvered back up to your body, taking both of your hands in his and placing them agaisnt the sides of your head. He looked down and so did you, both your eyes watching as he used his hips to guide himself to your drenched hole.

You cringed once that thick tip nudged your snug hole, then and there Byakuya could tell it would be a tight fit to push through. He braced himself though, also squeezing your hands once he started to push in, your eyes clenching tightly due to the intrusion.

His eyes trailed back to your face, watching you as he sunk more of that stiff cock in. Your hands squeezed his hands tightly, ceasing the movements of his hips. He lowered his head to your neck, placing soothing kisses that were calming your nerves.

His lips always calmed you down, feeling his hips sinking starting to push back into you, breaking the tender rings of your walls. It wasn't as painful once his lips were grazing your throat, your walls relaxing a bit which allowed him to slide in easier. Your tight grip on his hands stayed though, because you could already feel him reaching the deepest depths inside you.

Quiet moans escaped Byakuya, whilst loud ones traveled up from your chest. It took him a while to bottom out but once he did, it felt like absolute heaven, even for you. Coming up from your neck again, Byakuya kissed your forehead as he pulled all the way out, watching your reaction as he slowly sunk back in.

You were practically screaming due to the hard way he thrusted back in, that bulbous tip bashing your cervix until it gave way, allowing him to practically fuck into your womb. He didn't look away from you for a second, even if your eyes were closed while he sunk slowly yet deeply into you.

You bucked your hips into his to feel the full impact of his hips, that thick cock deliciously reshaping your walls to fit like a puzzle that he could only complete. You both were already on edge as both your hips met each other in full impact, causing violent electrifying pleasure to fill your veins.

He was moaning in your face, your moans being louder than his however.

"____, you feel so... so good..!"

You could only moan and jerk from the harsh pounds of his hips, Byakuya letting out deep moans as he only moved faster and harsher, both your hands squeezing each other's tighter. His lips were again on your neck, trailing his tongue over as much skin as he could.

That pressure inside you was winding quickly, your back arching into his chest that caused his hips to harshly smack into yours, your juices spraying out and around his thick cock. The coil that was tightly wounded inside you harshly snapped, Byakuya gritting his teeth once his burning hot seed jetted into you, intensifying your orgasm that shook your entire body.

"Byakuya..!"

He removed his mouth from you continuing to slowly caress your sweet pussy, loving how your juices sprayed out of you. You were trembling and shivering whilst that delicious and intense high broke over you, shaking your bones and warming your entire body.

You didn't even notice when his body was removed from you and as you opened your eyes, your eyes feasted on his now nude body. This was a sight you never thought you'd see and when you saw it, it made you even more aroused but when you saw IT... your entire body tensed.

Byakuya was so big down there, visually you could see the pulsing veins throughout his cock. You could still feel your first orgasm washing over you, watching as he settled himself in between your thighs once again. Both his hands were placed on both sides of your head, looking deeply into your eyes as a moan escaped you once his tip brushed agaisnt your sensitive clit.

You could still feel the aftermath of his tongue on your clit, causing shivers and tingles to surge throughout your body. Byakuya's fingers once against slide slowly through your folds, your hands going to his shoulder to brace yourself for the sensitivity flowing through your veins as he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You do not have to undress, for this My Love. I'm content with doing it as you are."

Again, tears were threatening to escape your eyes because of how sweet he actually was. But you wanted to at least expose some of yourself to him, opening up your kimono but leaving layed on your shoulders. He could see your stomach, breast and chest, his mouth nearly watering just at the pure sight of your body.

You thought he didn't like your plump stomach, but his lips tenderly kissed it, kissing each stretch mark that he could see. You couldn't help but smile down at him, as your heart felt like it was nearly bursting with more love for him. You honestly felt like you hit the jackpot, with Byakuya.

It no longer felt wrong anymore, you honestly feeling as if you were meant to be with him.

"I love you, ____."

"I love you too, Byakuya. Please... continue."

Your words came out hesitantly, as he maneuvered back up to your body, taking both of your hands in his and placing them agaisnt the sides of your head. He looked down and so did you, both your eyes watching as he used his hips to guide himself to your drenched hole.

You cringed once that thick tip nudged your snug hole, then and there Byakuya could tell it would be a tight fit to push through. He braced himself though, also squeezing your hands once he started to push in, your eyes clenching tightly due to the intrusion.

His eyes trailed back to your face, watching you as he sunk more of that stiff cock in. Your hands squeezed his hands tightly, ceasing the movements of his hips. He lowered his head to your neck, placing soothing kisses that were calming your nerves.

His lips always calmed you down, feeling his hips sinking starting to push back into you, breaking the tender rings of your walls. It wasn't as painful once his lips were grazing your throat, your walls relaxing a bit which allowed him to slide in easier. Your tight grip on his hands stayed though, because you could already feel him reaching the deepest depths inside you.

Quiet moans escaped Byakuya, whilst loud ones traveled up from your chest. It took him a while to bottom out but once he did, it felt like absolute heaven, even for you. Coming up from your neck again, Byakuya kissed your forehead as he pulled all the way out, watching your reaction as he slowly sunk back in.

You were practically screaming due to the hard way he thrusted back in, that bulbous tip bashing your cervix until it gave way, allowing him to practically fuck into your womb. He didn't look away from you for a second, even if your eyes were closed while he sunk slowly yet deeply into you.

You bucked your hips into his to feel the full impact of his hips, that thick cock deliciously reshaping your walls to fit like a puzzle that he could only complete. You both were already on edge as both your hips met each other in full impact, causing violent electrifying pleasure to fill your veins.

He was moaning in your face, your moans being louder than his however.

"____, you feel so... so good..!"

You could only moan and jerk from the harsh pounds of his hips, Byakuya letting out deep moans as he only moved faster and harsher, both your hands squeezing each other's tighter. His lips were again on your neck, trailing his tongue over as much skin as he could.

That pressure inside you was winding quickly, your back arching into his chest that caused his hips to harshly smack into yours, your juices spraying out and around his thick cock. The coil that was tightly wounded inside you harshly snapped, Byakuya gritting his teeth once his burning hot seed jetted into you, intensifying your orgasm that shook your entire body.

"Byakuya..!"

His hips continued though, thrusting through both your orgasms, overstimulating you and him. His hands took both of yours into his once again, pressing them down against the bed while his hips continued sizzling your brain to a fuzzy mush of pleasure, due to the crazy easy his cock sunk into you. He managed to quickly fuck another orgasm out of you, his mouth latching onto your neck to sink his teeth into it.

~~~

"Just keep cumming, for me My Love."

This was exactly what he wanted and now he had it, had you. His rapidly thrusting hips along with his thumb caressing your overly sensitive clit nearly had you delirious with so much pleasure you've never felt in life. His hips were slow though, but he was still pushing in deep, hitting your cervix each time. You pulled him down onto you, moaning into his ears, the words he loved dearly.

"I- I love you... so much... Byakuya..!"

"We will be together forever, ____."

~~~~~

So this story was too long to detail the NSFW, but I can always make that separately if you enjoyed this.

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 18: CUMDUMP Kuchiki Byakuya 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ day 18 cumdump with byakuya or shunsui? 👀 just being used as their personal stress relief toy 😩💚 tw: mdni. stablished relationship. pretty cute and romantic. stress relief. cumdump duh. oral (I am convinced Byakuya has one of the best oral skills in all seireitei) wc: 1.2K 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“I won’t let a man use my body for free, nor be his cumdump for that matter” that’s what you always said until you met him.

Is not easy to be a captain from the Gotei 13, nor a noble where every responsibility relays on your back. He has to be serious all the time, or at least that was what they made him to believe. He has to fulfil the duties of the Kuchiki clan head skilfully and honourably, and some days there are people who won’t cooperate with him to do so.

During those days, in which stress is too high and he can barely stand not using Senbonzakura to slide some heads off, he comes back home with a single idea in mind: fuck her, as much as he pleases. And fill her up so much she can barely walk without messing the floor with his own seed.

“(Name), I’m home” he announces, taking his kenseikan off. That can only mean one thing; since wearing it represents the noble and taciturn aspect of himself, the moment the Kuchiki take them out they are allowed to be free…

Really free…

You run to him, happily knowing he is home. “Byakuya-sama you are ho….-“ you chime, stopping on your feet, watching his silky hair fall freely over his shoulders with no silver garnishment holding it up.

Byakuya smirks, a little slight curve that garnishes the right corner of his lips. You know this man has enough energy to last all night, and exactly the inverse amount of patience.

You widen your eyes, and blink quickly after. Mentally preparing yourself from what’s about to come, you begin to run through the hall of the Kuchiki manor.

“Hell no, come here” he murmurs, running after you. He could use flash step, but he won’t. Byakuya has slowly learned to have fun, to smile and play whenever he is alone with you. Because you have become his safe place, no matter what.

“No, oh lord no!” you cry, laughing as he finally catches you by your waist. “My guts! Have mercy on me, Kuchiki-sama!” you joke, while he moves your hair aside to bite -with anything but delicacy- your neck.

Byakuya pushes you to the bed; the big mattress in which both sleep every night. He is a man of few words, but those aren’t needed… you can read his eyes better than anyone else.

He leaves Senbonzakura over the bedside table, and then proceeds to take his haori off. He might be horny and hard, but his Zanpakuto and Captain distinctive deserves utmost respect anytime.  

Once the two of his most important belongings are safely resting aside, Byakuya loosens up the white himo to take the black kosode off and then the white shitagi. All of that ends up on the floor, he has so many pairs he doesn’t care.

His beautiful pure white skin shines before your eyes, the prominent collar bones you love, the tight skin of his stomach, the toned arms, everything, absolutely everything from him.

“Byakuya-sama…” you purr, even if you wish you didn’t speak you can’t help it.

“Mh??” he asks, while softly slapping your knees to spread your legs. You are -conveniently- wearing the fine silk nightgown he bought you with an equally fine lingerie underneath.

He comes in between your legs, extending his hands to you. You are the only one allowed to take his mitt gloves off. And you do, with utmost care, leaving them right next to you like sacred pieces of him.

“Very well, now let’s take this off… shall we?” he utters, as his mandible muscles tenses and his fingers skillfully peel the thong off your body.

With the lace strap still hanging from one of your ankles, he lifts your legs up. He couldn’t wait when he saw your juicy temptation. A fruit he is willing to try and delightfully eat out.

Your shins rest on his shoulders, his right hand on the small of your back to push you even high. His mouth reaches your core so perfectly, tasting the first drops of his favourite elixir.

You contort as the tip of Byakuya’s tongue reaches for your entrance. He devours you, drinking every little hint of femininity melting off you.

With a delicate hand, he presses down your lower belly, making your muscles to spasm harder and the pleasure higher.

Your nails carve marks on the silk sheets, gripping tightly to them with your head thrown back and an expression of pure bliss in your face. The sweet little whimpers abandoning your lips, motivate your long-haired lover to keep going, until he can easily break you in a thousand parts.

“You are so, always, absolutely… delicious…” Byakuya grunts, with his lips still muffled by your anatomy. Your eyes fix on his deep cerulean ones, and there is no need to tell him how much you want him inside you right now…

He immediately puts you down, dominantly, fast, desperately. His hakama feels tight around his crotch, he is about to burst, and it is almost painful to keep on waiting.

You hang there for him to finally untie the front and back himo. And as he does, the black fabrics fall to reveal his erection.

Hungry, like a beast, he is preparing to attack. That delicate, serious noble façade is left aside the moment his hair falls freely and there is no one else but you looking at him.

His nudity, a work of art that is meant to be praised, tops you. There aren’t many words that can express what you feel inside your own inner world. How every skyscraper crumble and turn to dust, how the walls built around fall to let him take over… for his soul to bound and extent it to vast fields of sakura flowers.

Byakuya pants in desire before impaling you with hard delight, his back goes up and down, his sharp sight disarms you, his pale lips slightly separate, and his straight hair frame his angelical face.

You receive him deep inside, pushing even further and curling your back. A mute moan escapes your mouth as you lose the power to speak and the ability to breathe. Nails that were grasping on the sheets are now being carved on his back, and your muffled pants are being inhaled by Byakuya’s mouth.

He has no mercy, just as when he fights, with his hips’ thrusts. It makes the muscles of your inner thighs to spasm, to tremble.

And soon, in between kisses and the sound of wet slaps of your skins, climax reaches for you and him. Like a hurricane, like a summer storm… impetuous, strong and unstoppable.

You bite his lower lip, pulling and smirking as you whine, expecting your womb to be filled by his sweet warm milk.

Byakuya sighs louder and smiles while looking you right in the eye. “Are you ready my sweet beautiful cum dump?” he growls.

“Y-yes… fill me so up to the brim, Byakuya-sama~” “As you wish…”

You aren’t sure if it’s on the genes or it is because he is strong, but that night, there were more than three times in which he was able to release mostly all his stress. And oh, love… you felt like bursting happy to be the official cum dump wife of the Kuchiki clan head ~

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[uraharasfavoriteexperiment]

~ | short leash

[ pairing ] roommate!byakuya kuchiki x streamer!male reader [ genres ] smut. js filthy smut. [ cw ] kissing (more like making out), really heavy cursing, finger fucking, rough sex, light choking, breeding, praising, body worship, pet names (love, prince, doll, doll face, baby, kitten), short!reader [ author's notes ] cloud ten is a thing now. make cloud ten a thing. oh also there's a mention that you're grimmjow's brother + a grimmichi mention. [ words ] 2665 (how did this take so long.) please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms!

"m/n-"

you hear a familiar voice from across your flat. you grin, practically bouncing in your gaming chair out of sheer excitement.

"hey guys, i gotta go~" you say, giving your live chat the cute puppy pout you were known for.

"whaaat nooo!!" came a stream of incredibly pouty protests from some of your regulars, "whyyy"

you smile, pouting again. "my boyfriend is home!" you say, hoping they'll come to understand.

"oooh ok then go! go go go, go be with ur big handsome hunk~"

your brightly colored, coral-blue eyebrows disappear into your equal-parts brightly colored, coral-blue hair.

"elaborate." you demand, your voice cool, low and almost indistinguishable from your boyfriend's.

"oh gulp ok um- well he snuck on ur cam a couple streams back and i- 😳 that man is. is very hot. um. yeah."

you grin proudly, blushing lightly and nodding furiously.

"yeah, he is hot. he's really hot, i love him." you admit happily, looking over at your office door impatiently. your grin widens when byakuya walks in, and you squeal happily, looking back at your camera.

"alright guys, i'm gonna head out for the night, the man of the house is home and i gotta help him decompress from work." you say, faking a sad pout and dragging the pad of your pointer finger down your cheek to simulate a tear of sadness.

"i might get on tomorrow, but maybe not~ byyyye!" you smile and wave, flashing your happiest grin to your chat. you click the "End Stream" button and turn off your camera, spinning around in your chair and running into byakuya's arms. he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and burying his nose in your hair. he inhales a deep breath of your comforting scent, letting his eyes close and squeezing you possessively.

"you've washed your hair." he observes quietly. you look up at him, confused.

"how'd you know?!" you ask, tilting your head to the side like a confused puppy. his soft, tired smile becomes slightly more mysterious. you squint at him suspiciously.

"byakuyaaaa..." you say, "tell me."

"nope." he responds. you growl. byakuya goes completely, utterly, and defiantly silent in response.

you growl again, much more furiously this time, and without warning you give him the furious-pout-puppy-eyes combo...

and his demeanor crumbles.

"whenever you wash your hair it becomes shinier and more fluffy, and it starts to shine blue." he admits, his face turning a light, rosy pink. you smile shyly, your heart swelling with intense amounts of affection that you couldn't dream of explaining in words.

"you're so damn cute, 'kuya..." you say, pouting again, "makes me wanna ruin you."

byakuya's eyes darken and his aura changes from tired to something more threatening. his hands slide down your back and squeeze your waist, pulling you further up against him. he leans in, and his face is suddenly less than half an inch from yours. your heart skips a beat.

"you ruined me a long time ago, m/n..." he says in a near-whisper, "and besides... it's not gonna be you who takes control tonight."

you grin, leaning in and closing the distance, letting byakuya pick you up by your thighs. he wraps your legs around his waist and carries you effortlessly toward the plush, satin couch you had in your office, dropping you carefully into the cushions and quickly yanking off his shirt, not even bothering to move his hair back out of his face.

he needed you too much, and byakuya was an incredibly impatient man.

he pretty much falls on top of you, immediately burying his face in your neck and latching onto your throat hungrily. you moan at the sudden (and quite aggressive) contact, and your hands stray of their own accord up into his hair. your fingers tangle into his long, dark locks, and you pull his hair a little without noticing, eliciting a ravenous growl from the back of byakuya's throat. he bites harder on your flesh, leaving a bright purple mark on your throat.

byakuya pulls away without any warning, making you whine in furious protest. he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly, kissing you roughly. he keeps the kiss heated but continues to tease you, waiting. then, when you moan needily into his mouth, he takes the chance he's been waiting for, slipping his tongue into your mouth. you moan again, but this time the sound is a little more highly pitched.

"'kuya, c'monn..." you whine, "quit teasin' me, quit bein' a meanie~"

byakuya grins, shoving his tongue down your throat again. he growls, the immense pent up horn evident in his voice as he slips down your body like a snake, leaving little kisses and loving nibbles on your neck and collar bones. he continues this way for a few seconds, then his hands slide up underneath your shirt to grip your waist.

"take it off, kitten." he demands quietly, "now." you nod quickly, gently pushing him off of you and sitting up. you bend over and pull your shirt off as quick as you can, tossing it onto the floor and impatiently pulling byakuya back down with you, smashing your lips onto his. he shoves his tongue into your mouth and sliding his rams around your waist again, growling possessively.

"you're on a short leash tonight, you know." he says, breaking the kiss and looking you right in the eyes, ignoring the whiny protest you give. you look up at him, confusion clear in your face.

"what do you mean, 'kuya?" you ask, "what'd i do?"

"you made me go to that fucking meeting, m/n." he says as though this should have been obvious, "kurosaki and your brother are beyond insufferable, they never stop fighting. they're worse than you and renji."

you groan, rolling your eyes and squirming aggressively underneath byakuya's weight, pouting furiously at him.

"how's it my fault that blueberry and strawberry can't keep their hands to themselves?!"

"because i said so."

you pout in an unnamed emotion miles past fury.

"not fair."

"i'll make it up to you later." byakuya says quietly, latching onto your throat again with no warning. but this time he includes something else in his torturous ministrations- something a little more kinky.

one hand slips sneakily up your body, and he pokes your bottom lip with two fingers, looking at you expectantly. you grin, giving him what he demands. your tongue comes out and you take his two fingers into your mouth happily, moaning, whining and whimpering around them while he bites and sucks on your neck and throat, leaving the prettiest, purplest hickeys he can make all over your supple, irresistible skin.

byakuya lets you suck on his fingers for a while- about five minutes, before willing (more like forcing) himself away from your throat. he gently pulls his now-soaked fingers out of your mouth, grinning when he sees the shiny string of saliva that connects your swollen, pink lips to his fingers. he takes his weight off you, sits back and looks at you, and you don't even need to be told. you nod, quickly sitting up and kicking off your pants and boxers, pulling him down into another kiss.

while byakuya kisses you, he pulls you close to him by your waist- and now is when you notice that he, like you, is completely naked. he bends over you and touches his forehead to yours as he carefully presses his two fingers into your entrance, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly guides you into the moment, not wanting to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

"you're doing so well, doll," he whispers lovingly, kissing the tip of your nose. you whine, shifting a little as he starts to move his fingers inside you.

"keep doing well and i'll fuck you dumb, kitten." he promises coolly, grinning when he sees the lewd, hentai-equivalent facial expression you make. your eyes roll up into your head and your face turns red, and a needy, wanton moan escapes your throat.

"oh god, please- 'kuya, please," you whine, "i-i'll be a good boy-"

byakuya interrupts you, kissing you roughly.

"you'll be a good boy anyway, brat," he hisses, "you've misbehaved today, and you need to repent." he grins wickedly, grabbing your chin with the hand he wasn't finger-fucking you with and forcing you to look at him. you shyly make eye contact with him. an invountary whine escapes your lips and you bite your bottom lip, shifting needily underneath him.

"good kitten." he says lowly, his voice dripping with lust.

byakuya then leans down and latches onto your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth again and his hand tangles into the hair on the back of your neck. he decides to play with you a little, tugging on your hair, adding another digit into your body without warning and continuing to fuck you relentlessly with his fingers.

after about five minutes of torturing you, he pulls his fingers out of you and repositions himself between your legs, grabbing your thighs and using them as leverage to pull you closer to him. he gets onto his knees in order to support his weight better, then bends over you and kisses you again...

but this time it's different- softer, more gentle and comforting as he slowly, carefully bullies himself into your hole, eating up every moan and whimper that leaves your lips as he fills you up with his ridiculously sized cock.

"f-fuck..." you whine, "shit, 'kuya, you're huge- mpfh-"

byakuya interrupts you impatiently, smashing his lips onto yours. he shoves his tongue down your throat yet again, choosing to wrap one hand around your throat at the same time and absolutely relishing in the choked gasp that rips from your lightly constricted throat in response.

"quiet, doll face." he commands quietly, and the cold, authoritative tone in his voice makes you obey without question, biting your bottom lip again and going silent. your eyes flutter closed and your face turns lily-pink, and a shaky breath escapes you as he starts to move. he lets go of your throat and grabs your thighs, squeezing and kneading them possessively as he steadily speeds up. within not even two minutes he's effectively railing you, holding you by the hips with your thighs wrapped around his waist as he punishes you for what you've done.

"you're doin' so well, kitten," byakuya coos into your mouth, "takng your punishment so fuckin' well... i'll have to remember to reward you dearly after you've taken your retribution."

your face turns bright red at the unwarranted praise, and your heart starts to race, having finally caught up with your head and realized what was going on inside and around your body.

within another five minutes your moans and whines start to become more desperate and high-pitched, and byakuya's name quickly becomes a common appearance in the short spaces between the lewd sounds you were making. your thighs squeeze his waist tightly and your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, your nails scratching bright red lines into his back and shoulder blades.

"aagh, fuck- fuck, shit- ah, fuck, byakuya-" you start to ask him to fuck you harder, but then the tip of his cock hits your prostate, making every thought leave your brain and causing your eyes to roll up into your skull.

"oooh fuck, baby, right there-" you growl like a stray dog, hugging byakuya as close to you as you can as your mind slips over the edge and you ascend to cloud ten. byakuya grins, burying his face in your neck and bites down- hard- on the spot right behind your earlobe, making you all but scream out of sheer, blissful pleasure.

"you're so pretty, baby," he whispers into your ear, making you whine needily, "your thighs are so thick and strong... and your waist is so perfectly shaped..."

your hole clenches around byakuya's cock and you moan loudly in response, making him let loose an animalistic growl that sends lustful shivers raging down your spine. his grip on your hips, which you hadn't noticed before, tightens aggressively, and he's sure it'll leave bruises on your skin later on. the idea of that makes byakuya's skin crawl and sends nasty thoughts flaming through his sex-fogged mind, but he keeps the filthy thoughts to himself and continues on the path he's currently on.

"'m g'na breed you, doll face," he hisses into your ear- and the very idea of it made a violent shiver run down your spine. byakuya feels your body shake, feels your insides squeeze around his cock in response, and a ridiculously uncharacteristically wicked grin spreads across his face- a grin so stupid that you could physically feel it against your neck.

byakuya chuckles, biting down on your neck again and sucking on your already-abused skin until yet another violent purple hickey comes to fruition. his hands slide down your sides and he squeezes your ass hard, so hard- plenty more than enough to make you moan again, and then, without any warning whatsoever, byakuya's pace quickens.

he presses one fist into your gut, forcing you to feel the way he's fucking you, making sure you know exactly who's fucking you so good.

so good...

so...

damn-

good.

your chest starts to heave, your lungs wheezing for air, and your eyes roll up into the back of your head as your orgasm hits you like some sort of heavy force. your pretty sounds go silent, as if someone snuck a hand behind your throat and flipped the off switch...

it infuriates byakuya.

he wants to hear your voice. he wants to hear the pretty sounds coming out of your mouth; he wants to hear exactly how blissful he's making you feel. he growls in irritation, pressing one arm against your throat, applying just enough pressure to make it hard for you to breathe, but not enough to cause you any harm. leans down over you and uses his knees and his free hand to balance his weight, fucking into you faster and faster, harder and harder and harder, fucking you relentlessly through your already-ravaging orgasm.

his own walls crumbled quickly after that moment, and soon he has both arms wrapped around you, hugging you tightly enough that you're still having trouble breathing. you're hugging him back just as hard, but with all four limbs- you're back to making your pretty little sounds, but it's mostly whimpers because you're losing stamina and byakuya is slowly suffocating you. byakuya continues to abuse your prostate, growling into your ear a disorganized mixture of possessive, worshipping and filthy comments that makes your head spin.

"h-hurry..." you whimper weakly, nuzzling his ear with your nose to try to egg him closer to his own orgasm...

and it works. byakuya's walls fall to the ground in pieces. he growls like an animal, slowing down drastically, instead choosing to fuck deeper into you as his orgasm finally finds him. he presses his hand into your gut again, applying as much pressure as he can muster up, whispering filthy, disgustingly sweet praises into your ear (mostly concerning your body) as he fills you to the brim.

byakuya releases the pressure on your gut and slowly pulls out, letting his weight fall on top of you, his chest heaving against yours as you both slowly regains conscious control of your minds.

"you did so well, kitten..." he purrs into your ear, his voice softer than usual. "so fucking good."

you smile weakly, a light pink blush dusting your cheeks. you hug him with every drop of strength you've got left, and he hugs you back, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"byakuya..." you say quietly.

"yeah, prince?" he responds quietly.

"i love you..." you whisper. byakuya smiles, reaching up with one hand and caressing your cheek with his thumb, dusting your neck, shoulders, collar and chest with light, cloudy kisses.

"i love you too, doll."

© chosos-slut.

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[muzansfangs]

You tell them you got a brazilian wax by a guy.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, human/modern au, mention to female nudity, jealousy, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, language, creampie, oral sex (Aizen!receiving), vaginal sex, spanking, choking, spying on a partner, mention to murderous intents, wax play.

Plot: A trend on Tik Tok made you plot a devious plan to make your beloved boyfriend going mad. He knew you had an appointment for a brazilian wax. He obviously assumed you were going to be assisted by a woman. How will he react, when you tell him it was a man? Will his jealousy go too far? Will your prank get you in a bad situation?

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Sosuke Aizen.

You knew better than messing with him. Your boyfriend and his god complex, along with his mania for having everything under his control could truly be lethal. Quite literally. Yet, you were bored that Friday night. Sosuke was not around and you ended up slumping onto your couch, phone in hand, scrolling through Tik Tok in search for a way to entertain yourself.

You did not really do much, beside chuckling every now and then. Well, that was until you came across a specific trend regarding a thing you were not unfamiliar with. As you watched the way a poor boyfriend freaked out at the thought of his girlfriend getting a brazilian wax from a guy, you could not restrain yourself from testing the waters. Aizen Sosuke, the cold-blooded mastermind you shared a roof with, was going to experience a man’s personal living hell.

It was a monday evening, when he came back from work just to find you laying on your stomach on your shared bed, in a set of black lingerie he had bought for you a few months ago, chuckling to yourself. He furrowed his brows, settling his briefcase onto the armchair beside the window, as he slowly removed his jacket.

His predatory eyes roamed over your curves. He knew you had gone to your monthly wax appointment. He could see your smooth legs and the way your lingerie already showed shaved portions of your nether regions supposed to be covered. If you had opted for such a provocative attire, it could only mean that you wanted to show off your body to him.

“Hello, darling” he greeted you, his trademark grin crossing his lips as he tugged at his black tie to loosen it.

It was hard to keep your play on, as you watched him slowly get ready to devour you. He always took his time, confident that his cold and charming demeanor worked magic on you even before his hands started to trace the curves of your body. It was true, unfortunately. But you had to resist. It was your time to torture him, after all.

“Hey” you whispered, lifting yourself up on your knees as he approached the bed.

He swept his tongue over his bottom lip, his hand cupping your cheek as he stood at the edge of the bed, leaning down to let his mouth collide with yours in a demanding kiss. You could not deny yourself such a treat and you returned it with equal passion, earning a guttural grunt from him.

He did not say much, he sat down next to you and it was a silent signal for you to climb over his lap and straddle him as you always did. He had somehow trained you to have some reactions and do specific things in response to his gestures. Sosuke Aizen surely had his own way to make you bend the knee effortlessly at his silent requests.

As you straddled him, his hand reached up to grasp his glasses and he hastily took them off, discarding them somewhere beside him on the bed without bothering to fold them. It was so atypical of him. He seemed eager to have you that night and you could not help yourself but tease him about it. After all, pouring gasoline on a wild fire was the right thing to do to get him even more eager.

“Damn, are you that eager to see me naked?” you taunted him, as he darted his brown chocolate hues on your again. There it was, his lustful glare that made your knees buckle.

“Actually, I’m eager to fuck you” he deadpanned, his hand landing on your neck and squeezing it enough to keep you in place, as his other hand tugged your thong to the side and he glided the pads of his fingers down your slit.

You gasped, arching your back as he smirked down at you “You’re already dripping… If it’s so easy to get you wet, I wonder how you don’t make a mess on your beautician’s couch while texting me” he joked, drawing figures eight on your bundle of nerves.

There you were, ready to drop the bomb.

As he delved his fingers into your aching core, a strained moan falling from your lips, you glanced at him with an innocent smile on your face, as you made the ground shake under his feet “Oh, I guess I have been lucky today. Can you imagine Robert’s face, if I stained the couch?”.

Congrats, Aizen.exe stopped working.

He froze solid, his fingers were still buried deep into you, but he was not thrusting them in his usual smooth movements that made you squirm. His eyes were locked with yours, a small frown on his face. You genuinely thought you had just given him an heart attack.

“Robert” he repeated flatly, clearly unamused.

It was in moments like this, when he was serious, seraphic, that you feared him the most. Aizen could be dangerous, truly dangerous. The hint of wrath sparkling into his eyes gave you chills and you uncomfortably darted your eyes away from him. The carpet underneath his shoes suddenly seemed particularly interesting.

“Yeah, Robert. The new guy who works for my beautician. You know, he helps her” you stated, you mouth feeling like chalk all of a sudden.

The dry laughter leaving Sosuke’s lips made you shiver and it took you a few seconds to realize you had royally screwed up, because he was so nimble to wrap his hand around your throat again, and pin you to the bed underneath him, that you had not realized your position had switched so suddenly.

“I don’t doubt it. He must have enjoyed the view of your legs spread wide in front of his stupid face. — he chimed, a devious smile curling his lips as he paused to clench his teeth — A stupid face I’ll gladly fuck up tonight. Would you love to see it, love? I could take his heart to you, offering his pulsing, wretched organ to you. I’ll gauge his eyes out of his skull. I’ll squeeze the life out of him—” he hissed, each time the threat becoming similar to the ones the slashers whispered through the phones to their victims in the stupid movies he loved to watch with you, only to feel you curl up next to him on your sofa.

They were hilarious, according to him.

“Aizen, I was fucking joking! Stop! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok!” you quipped, eyes rounded as you cut him off.

Your boyfriend arched his dark eyebrows up, tilting his head to the side and slowly releasing his grip on your neck. He looked almost disappointed. Not towards you. Maybe, he truly wished to kill someone. Because he would kill whoever dared to even glance at you.

His jealousy was skyrocketing.

“I see. — he stated then, before hopping back on his feet and slowly unbuckling his black leather belt — Since you love to use this pretty mouth of yours for talking bullshit, open it to make amend. I’ll obviously come into your mouth, darling. I expect you to swallow” he hissed, gripping your hair and dropping his pants down to his ankles.

Maybe, just maybe, he took a day off from work every month to accompany you to the beauty point. Perhaps, he stalked you down, when you went on your own, because the idea of a random Robert staring and touching your pubes truly made him want to commit a mass murder.

Shunsui Kyoraku.

Shunsui was the perfect victim for this trend. As soon as you ran into that video, you could picture the look of horror on his face as you told him another man had touched you in such an intimate spot. You were simply his. No man could enjoy the sight of you with your legs opened wide to show off your intimacy, no man but him. Eveything was settled and your plan took place two days after you had visited your beautician.

Shunsui had just returned home after a business trip and you had decided to welcome him not only by cooking his favorite dish and buying some extra saké, but by being his personal dessert.

As he ran his hands down your smooth thighs and practically folded you in half, your legs pressed against your chest, you knew that teasing him in the aftermath of such a passionate encounter was going to do numbers on him. His little usual nap was going to wait, after all, because his mind was just about to get pested with horrendous scenarios of a non-existing man exploring his little nest.

“There it is… Look at you, baby, you got such a perfect little hole to fill with my cum” Shunsui panted, his fingers gently spreading your labia as he watched in pride and awe his seed oozing out from you.

You were absolutely drained, your thighs still trembling and your breath irregular as you tried to get a grip of yourself and calm down. Yet, how could you, when the man who had just fucked you to oblivion was Shunsui Kyoraku? He had such a fine way to unravel you that you almost felt guilty for what you were about to say.

Lazily pushing yourself up on your elbows, you hummed and watched Shunsui slump down next to you “Oh, I know. You are definitely not the first man who has ever told me that” you casually commented, sitting up properly and running your fingers through your hair in a futile attempt to fix them.

Shunsui knew about your ex. Even though he was jealous about anyone that was not him, he still did not think of your ex as a ghost from the past threatening your relationship and he actually had no issues in listening to you talking about him. After all, you were his. That man had lost you forever.

“Well, your ex then had his way with words too” your boyfriend stated, a playful smile crossing his lips.

“My ex? Nah, I’m talking about Murata” you replied, laying back down and rolling on your side to face him.

Shunsui Kyoraku, your loving man, was now definitely interested in what you were saying.

Arching his eyebrows up and resting his head on the palm of his hand, he curiously inquired “Who’s Murata? Your gynecologist?”.

You chuckled and shook your head “My what? No, babe, I’m talking about my new beautician’s co-worker. Murata is such an amazing guy, you know? His fingers are so delicate and he applies the wax in a tender way” you lied, sounding as serious as you possibly could.

You swore you had seen his eye twitch, as he grasped your hip drew you closer to him. Your eyes widened as Shunsui’s hand slided down the small of your back and cupped your rear, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Where did this Murata boy put his fingers?” he huskily asked you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you swallowed thickly. Oh, you knew exactly what was going to happen.

Were you regretting that little stunt you had pulled? Oh, you were for sure.

At your lack of answers, Shunsui sighed and rolled you onto your stomach. His hands gripped your hips and he raised your waist up, until it was at the perfect level with his pelvis. But no, he was not going to claim his domain on your inner walls again. A little punishment was in store fore you.

“Poor little baby, she tries to prank me but cannot even play the part until the very end. Good, that’s good, though” he chuckled, before you parted your lips to let a soft whimper leave them and turn your stomach upside down.

“Shunsui! Babe, I’m sorry! It was a prank! I promise” you piped out, blushing as you hid your face down onto the pillow.

“I’m not having it”.

Spanks it was. But he surely made it up to you later on.

Urahara Kisuke.

Your pervert boyfriend and this trend were a perfect combination for a disaster. It was like throwing powder into a fire. But it sounded like a good idea for you, therefore you persuaded yourself nothing would have gone wrong. Kisuke was not a jealous man. Of course he was protective and a bit territorial, but he never actually made a scene or freaked out, when a man tried to hit on you. He believed you could handle the situation perfectly on your own and, on top of that, if he had to step up and chase the stranger away, he surely avoided violent conflicts.

You two were laying onto your shared bed, Kisuke on top of you, as his mouth was latched onto your throat and his hand was currently between your thighs.

Whimpers and heavy breaths filled the air, while his fingers deftly plunged into you, making your lips part to chant a lewd melody he loved. He knew so many ways of making your knees buck and drag orgasms out of you that it was not a surprise that simply fingering you could make you scream out his name.

“Do you even realize how wet you are? You’ve soaked my whole hand and wrist, you dirty kitten” he cooed in your ear, slowing down the pace he had set a tad bit to enjoy the way your walls clenched onto his slender fingers so tightly.

As he did that, decided to slip his fingers out of you, only to glide them down your folds and enjoying how soft, smooth and slippery they were after the wax appointment you had gone to yesterday.

“So soft, you are so soft, you know?” he teased you, grinning as he took his hat off with his free hand.

Now or never. It was time to drop your bomb.

“Yeah, I know. — you breathed out, glancing up at him and resting the back of your hand over your forehead before letting out a dramatic sigh —I expected you to use some original terms to describe my pussy, though. I mean, Jason used those exact words yesterday. Tsk, I expected you to do better than him” you gingerly said, averting your eyes from him.

Urahara Kisuke went silent. The pads of his fingers glued to your folds, he tried to process what you had just said. A man? Did you mention a man? Additionally, not even a native one, judging by his name, therefore he surely did not know him.

“I’m sorry, who in the holy Soul Society is Jason?” he quizzically asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared at you in utter shock.

“Who?”.

“Jason. Who is this J-A-S-O-N man?” he replied, his eyes dangerously darting onto the lit candle on the night stand.

If his kitten was up for playing with fire, he was going to let you play with it.

“Oh, Jason, right… Well, he waxed me yesterday. He praised my flesh in such a basic way it was hard not to laugh at his face” you replied, pushing yourself up onto your elbows as Kisuke simply hummed and reached for the candle.

At first you got confused, eyebrows knitted together while your eyes followed his moves and the way he began to look at your thighs while licking his lips. It was only then that you remembered how he had wished to try some wax play with you. Eyes widening in shock, you gawked and sat up.

“Kisuke! Baby, wait, wait! I was kidding! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok! I promise, I’ll cut the crap!” you fretted, cupping his cheek in your hand and peppering his face in kisses. You were evidently begging for mercy.

The shop-keeper, however, shrugged and delicately pushed you back down as he smiled at you “Oh, I see! But you now owe me some sex therapy, kitten. Now, let me try some wax play and I’ll eat you up. I’ll make you scream so loud Aizen will hear from Muken!” he taunted you, winning you over with his last joke.

“You are a dork…” you chuckled, slapping his shoulder.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

If someone wanted to get a reaction out of this stolid man it was by messing with you. How did they even think about touching his delicate flower, the woman who had successfully made him smile again after so long? A mad Byakuya was not a problem people wished to deal with and, naturally, you did not want to make blood run down the streets. But it was so tempting, so fun. You could not restrain yourself, right? Your boyfriend needed to experience that little trauma too.

It was a lovely summer night, your boyfriend was still locked up in his office and you decided to pay him a visit. Along with buying some take-away in his favorite restaurant, you were going to deliver him a rather spicy dessert. No one was around anymore. The only sound eachoing down the corridor was the sound of your heels clicking onto the marble floor.

When Byakuya saw you walking past the threshold of his office, he faintly smiled. You were surley a sight to behold, especially in that flowery dress he adored. Running up to him, you threw your arms around your neck and pecked his lips gently.

“I was missing you” you said softly, as he made you sit comfortable onto his lap.

Byakuya hummed and kissed your nape, his arms hugging your waist as he redirected his gaze back on the laptop on his desk. He worked way too much, but how could he not? The Family Company constantly required his attention and assistance. But now you were there, ready to catch his attention with some salty prank.

“How was your day, love?” he asked you softly, typing something on the keyboard.

“Quite good. — you stated, smiling softly — And I got some news. My beautician had called in sick today, I was assisted by her colleague” you absent-mindedly said, not getting much of a reaction out of him. You had been vague, indeed. He had no reason to suspect anything, after all.

“Really? And was his colleague good?” he asked.

“Oh, yes! Really good. I got to say I was put in a rather unusual position, but overall he was professional” you chimed, closing your eyes as you mentally prepared for hellfire to break out.

And it did.

Byakuya cleared his throat, his grip on your waist tightening even so slightly as he nosed your cheek gently “He?”.

“Yep. I’m talking about Santiago” you casually said, smiling softly.

“Santiago. Mh, I see. — he replied, prompting you stand up, much to your dismay and confusion, but as he grasped the back of your neck and pushed you down onto the empty side of the deak, you squirmed — And was the position he asked you to strike that uncomfortable?” he said calmly, unbuckling his belt with one hand, meanwhile he allowed the other one to hike the skirt of your dress up.

“Y-Yes… You could say so” you meekly replied.

The smack on your rear you received afterwards making you squeak out softly, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip.

Byakuya sighed, lowering his mouth to your ear “You know, baby, when you want to prank someone, you should be careful in not messing up the plan. How was I supposed to fall for that, when you have sent me the link of the video?” he purred, as you gaped in shock.

Your jaw went slack, as reality dawned onto you: so that was why Rangiku had not replied to your video and text ‘check this out, Byakuya is gonna be so mad’.

You had sent it to Byakuya.

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry! It was a cute idea!” you protested, but he had already slipped your panties down your thighs, a soft groan leaving his lips as his fingers glided down your smooth slit, earning a little squirm from you.

“I know. I have a cute idea too. Spread your legs and let me show what I am talking about” he practically commanded.

Gosh, did that make you wet.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! An old draft and promise to some of you that I have finally finished! Thank you so much for having been so patient, I genuinely appreciate your feedback and enthusiasm at times. This was pretty fun to write and definitely a breath of fresh air from all of my other requests. Let me know what you think about it! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreacited!

Until then,

X O X O

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[m-ayo-o]

physical education

18+ // wife x Byakuya Kuchiki // smutty wc 600 selfshiptember; 18 this scene had me in tears

It’s very rare that your husband asks you to train with him, and it’s got you wondering what the special occasion is as you carefully follow his expert guidance and instructions.

He could be doing this with any number of his squad members, but here he is, the captain of the sixth division, making time to train with his wife.

He mutters something about self defence when you ask him, claiming that he needs to ensure your skills haven’t slipped.

You both know you’re very capable of defending yourself, despite never needing to use such techniques. With him, you’re always protected.

So why is he insisting that you go through the motions of this rigorous training?

You watch as he follows your movements so closely, his delicate hands straightening your arms now and again, adjusting your posture and stance. He instructs you patiently, looking serene as ever, his voice deep and calm.

“What a beautiful technique,” he compliments you suddenly, the sincerity in his tone bringing a blush to your cheeks as you turn to face him, lowering the training sword.

Sure, you’re one of the luckiest girls on this Earth, hearing kind, loving words from Byakuya Kuchiki every day. But to receive a compliment on your swordsmanship from your husband is utterly striking. You can’t help the shocked look on your face as he returns one of pride.

“Th-thank you,” you manage, feeling stunned as you look up at him with wide, blinking eyes.

Cupping your cheek gently, his thumb traces feather light touches over your soft skin.

He bends down, his soft lips taking you into a dreamy kiss as you find pleasure in the familiar tickle of his hair on your neck, his intoxicating scent, the way he grips you softly, pulling you closer.

You realise now, as he’s tugging your loose training attire away, that he may have had ulterior motives all along.

Regardless, you can’t help but get swept up in his beauty, taking his soft praise and kisses as you melt like putty in his hands.

He does this to you every time. No matter how long you’ve loved him, the feeling only ever grows deeper each time you find yourself below his firm, muscular body.

Especially when he takes you like this; in the heat of the moment, with such passion and intent.

“Thank you–” he gazes down your body as he presses you onto the hard, wooden floor, “for humouring me.”

You smile, hearing him reveal his secret plan. He has to be so coy about it all the damn time, rarely explicitly asking you for sex when he needs it.

“You– you’re welcome,” you push out your words amongst little moans, his arms encircling your body as your legs wrap around his.

“D-did you– did you mean it?” you really don’t have to ask, but you want to hear him say it.

“Yes, Petal,” his voice finds your ears in that soft, hushed whisper that’s only for you, “you looked graceful, so beautiful.”

You can’t help the way your body grips him, making you both moan and come undone.

“I love you, Byakuya,” the words come so easy as your body squirms and pushes up to meet his thrusts, taking every last drop of him.

You watch his eyelids flutter closed as he lets out soft, moaned replies, pushing deeper as he sucks and kisses at your neck, “I love you, darling– I’ll always love you”

Your fingers glide through his jet black strands, pulling him into a deep, desire filled kiss that you hope will never end.

selfshiptember 18!!

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[blueparadis]

❝ BACKWARDS ❞ + BYAKUYA KUCHIKI.

( cw. )—› f!reader, angst, stranger to (fre)enemies to lovers, canon typical elements, slowburn, widower!byakuya, soul society arc spoilers, arrange marriage , mention of death,smût descriptions. word count :: 3.2k | redirect to blog navigation.

( syn. )—› after an emotional whirlwind, byakuya was given a chance to recuperate his irrevocable losses but little did y/n know that it was not what he asked for and he could never have what he wanted to ask for; hence, she had to face all kinds of retaliation from him.

( notes. )—› submission for ‘a change of pace’ collab by @mekiza . also, please accept this Sawn ( @swanphantasm ) ; it is because of you that I became aware of how handsome ( and sad ) he is. well . . .he is not my favorite but i like him a lot, so much so that i wrote that same cliche trope with him. forgive me </3

Words do not express emotions and thoughts precisely. They always become a little different when they are expressed; a little distorted, a little foolish, and a little bitter at some times yet life still goes on carrying a bevy of misunderstandings. It has to go on at least for Byakuya, who was stripped of love and time. Time to grieve, give and forgive, time to heal, and time to fall in love again.

Another bright day washes over the lush green spread of the garden despite the despondency and the agony of losing his wife, Hisana Kuchiki, to illness, to mere illness . It has been a few months since he became the head of the family even though his grandfather was still alive. His grandfather thought it would be better if Byakuya became the head of the family while he has still time, time to supervise him to keep up the family's reputation at hard times. 

And so it began: the hypocrisy of rules. 

Ginrei Kuchiki, the former head of the Kuchiki clan, when death was knocking at his door declared that Byakuya needs to be re-married. He knew that even if he was the head of the family he had no freedom to exercise his wishes and desires. He was just a scarecrow now , not the head of the family. He wanted to protest. He was aware that he would have to re-marry since he is the only one to carry the family line but he did not know that it would be so soon. All he wanted was time but everyone was running sort of it. His grandfather once said that decisions made in haste yield no good. What happened to that now, huh? However, there was one thing he was free to do, and that is, to choose his wife regardless of the family background and bloodline. 

“You should be grateful that Byakuya has agreed to marry you even with all the rumors. He could have chosen a wife from the younger line of pure women” Y/N’s mother spoke as she kept on brushing her daughter’s hair, body shaking with excitement and tension brimming at her fingertips. She was not trying to hurt her. She only stated facts. Everyone knew about it. Y/N did too. Shihnōin Clan was one of the four noble families in the soul society. And the fate of the clan was hanging by the thread since Y/N’s previous marriage was full of woes. With no male heir she was the one to carry the bloodline. Even the distant families warded off when they had an ounce of the knowledge that Y/N was the reason for her husband’s death, for her own doom. And her father made it clear that she is too young to stay unmarried as soon as her husband was buried. No time to lament, nor to grieve. Tragic, is it not?

No. It is not. It was anything but not tragic. Sure, people talked, spun lies, and spread rumors but that is what they do, that is the only thing they know to do. Some said she poisoned her own husband; some said she was a witch of dark magic; some even go as far as saying that she had a secret lover who belonged to the low caste who killed her husband; But it did not matter what they said, it did not since if anything they helped to her to earn sympathy from the kinder souls, and Y/N’s mother made sure her daughter had no problem to have a stable life, finding her a proper husband and sealing the fate of Shihnōin clan with the Kuchiki clan. To people, it was more of an alliance, to the respective families, it was more of a marriage of convenience than a marriage. But to her it was a re-birth while to him it was just duty. 

It was the fourth of January when her heart beat again hearing the sound of carriage. He is here.  

Y/N could hear low voices from downstairs. Plain and prosaic but she could spot Byakuya’s voice out of them all. He specifically requested to see y/n alone and her parents did not express any objections. If she had not been married before, they would never have let her alone with a man, but as it was they thought they did not have to defend her virtue anymore. And Y/N could never tell them how wrong they were, that her previous marriage was never consummated. How shall she ever say that to him?

Byakuya was decent enough to knock and Y/N made no hurry to open the door. She bowed down, greeted him with a smile, and retreated towards the couch standing, waiting for him to follow her lead. “I hope you're aware of the circumstances of our meeting today. ” He seemed so restrained and controlled,  as if his emotions were bottled up so deep inside, not even he could reach them. It is a wonder how much of it was the result of his wife’s death and how much was his natural disposition. 

“Yes,” she said, hoping he could not see how nervous she was. She gestured toward the couch to the left. “Would you like to sit down for our talk?”Byakuya nodded. She sank down on the sofa, and he took the armchair across from her. She would have thought he would sit beside her, but he seemed content to keep as much space between them as was acceptable. 

“I assume your father told you that our wedding is planned for February 14th” Y/N  searched for a flicker of sadness or wistfulness in his voice, but there was nothing. She rested her hands in her lap, linking her fingers. There was less chance of him noticing her trembling that way. “Yes. He told me a few days ago.” Byakuya was courteous enough to give her the attention she needs. If all these were in his hands, he would not have been here. “I hope you're okay with this. With o-jii-sama’s health deteriorating and me being the head of the family, things are a little hasty. . .” Words became too heavy to reach her. She was bubbling with excitement that maybe, this marriage won't fail like the last one, maybe he won't flee with his secret lover while staging his death ( like her previous husband did ), and maybe he will see her as a woman enough. . . 

“Why did you choose me?” Y/N asked out of the blue unable to keep up with his calm demeanor anymore. She had been wondering about this ever since her father had told her about his agreement with Byakuya. She knew it was a question that she was not supposed to ask, not like this. Byakuya’s expression did not alter. 

“Of course. Many suggested your cousin but I didn’t want a  wife who’s barely of age. Unfortunately,  most women in their twenties are already married, and most widows are older than me or  have  children,  both  unacceptable  for a man in my position as you will probably understand.” She nodded. There were so many rules and etiquettes when it came to finding the right spouse, especially for a man in his position, which was why so many were shocked when y/n was announced as his future wife. Byakuya had stepped on many toes with that decision. “So you were the only logical choice. You are, of course, still quite young, but that can’t be changed.”

For a moment She was stunned into silence by his emotionless reasoning. She was not as naïve as she used to be, but she would have hoped at least part of the reason why Byakuya had chosen her was that he was attracted to her, found her pretty, or at least fascinating to some extent, but this cold explanation destroyed that small flicker of hope. 

“I’m twenty-five,” she exclaimed in a surprisingly calm voice. Maybe his aloofness rubbed off on her. If so, she would be known as the ice queen in no time. “That’s not young by our marriage standards.”

“Yes,  still five years younger than me” He sounded as if she was forcing him to marry her, as if one of the rumors, as they say, that y/n is a witch is true. His previous wife was barely a year younger than him and they had shared good five years of married life until she died due to illness on a fine morning on a spring day. 

“Then maybe you should look for another wife. I didn’t ask you to marry me.” The moment the words were out,  y/n  clamped a hand over her mouth, then met Byakuya’s gaze. He did not look angry, he did not look anything. His face was as it always was. Stoic and emotionless . “I’m sorry. That was very rude. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Byakuya has been sitting in the same manner as he did when he first took the armchair instead of the couch. He left the chair and walked towards her. With his hands now inside his slacks, his frame loomed over her. He took out his right hand, fisted, and kept the small velvet box on the side table. “Right. You shouldn't have.” Byakuya said as he noticed her eyes were still on the carpet. “But it's okay. I understand your concern.”

Her gaze flickered toward his right hand and her stomach plummeted. He was still wearing his old wedding ring. Another strange burst of disappointment filled her. If he wore it after all this time, he must still be in love with his dead wife, or was it a simple matter of habit? He noticed her gaze and for the first time his stoic mask slipped but it was gone so quickly that she thought she imagined it. Byakuya did not bother to explain and there was a knock on the door so he did not have the time either. With the exchange another set of pleasantries he left without a proper goodbye. 

The wedding day came sooner than expected. She barely had the time to count days. And as the elders of the family discussed, it was small with no engagement ceremony but with just close family members and friends. Y/N did not object, actually, no one asked for her opinion except her husband. But it would make a great fuss if she were to bring her opinions to light. Moreover, she had more serious things to worry about. If Byakuya came to know that she still had her virtue intact, it would be just a matter of minutes for her before Byakuya puts all the puzzle pieces together to get the whole picture. He is a cold, clever man. So, mercy was the last thing y/n expected from him. Her previous husband, her not-so-dead husband fled with his lover because the rules and the customs would have kept them apart. And, if Byakuya had any clue of what happened at backstage he would turn the world upside down, at least he was expected to do so.

Y/N was finally able to catch up with her life when she was in the carriage with her new husband. There was no time to decipher him with all the people around. This night was going to be her first proper wedding night but Byakuya made sure that there was no chance of it at all. He did not seem tired, or interested in her. She could not pin any moment where she caught him looking at her, not even once. Dread and relief filled her at the same time. By now it is okay to accept that she was the problem, not her fate, or him. Perhaps, she can keep the secret of her previous marriage enjoying the little freedom she has left in her life. 

The next morning was gorgeously sunny. When Y/N came downstairs she already found Byakuya on the other side of the dining table, with his breakfast and a rolled paper on a tray by his side. God knows, what news it holds? At least, not the one she was anticipating.

“I hope you slept well.” Byakuya broke the stifling silence that had made her think of all the possibilities that could end her life thinking of the contents of the letter. “I’ve already informed the staff to be here. Yesterday was an exception. Hope you did not have much problem without the staff not being around. They will be here at your beck and call, so you do not— was he mocking?

“That’s very kind of you.”

“Is something bothering you?” she nodded letting him know that there was no reason at all with a flimsy smile on her face. She could barely focus on eating the food. Byakuya noticed it too. “I thought you needed time.” his voice was coaxed with an apology. Of course. Byakuya would give her the very thing he was deprived of, for it had been his necessity too; Y/N’s glance switched to him and then to the food again. He did not look sorry though.

“As I said, That’s very kind of you.” She grabbed the tea cup and was ready to leave since there was no one to keep tabs on her etiquette and as such. If he wanted the marriage to work, then why should she keep trying all the time? all these hopes and anticipation would be the death of her if not the secret she is carrying with her.

“There will be a social gathering. On March 14th. You’re expected—She looked over her shoulder as the sound of the dragging chair made it to her ears. Byakuya hesitated before he spoke the rest, “I would like you to come with me.”

“Sure.”

Sure. Byakuya had his reasons to act the way he is acting. He was aware of the details of her marriage. Before visiting her, he made sure to do a background check and he did regret it when he recognized her previous husband. He had seen him in the land of the living. And, now he was not sure where exactly her loyalties lie: to him or to the man who left her. For now, he had no time to think about it. There were some grave matters that he had to handle.

Crest-fallen, a week prior to the gathering Ginrei Kuchiki took his last breath. There were lots of preparations and ceremonies to be done, but at the same time he could not afford to miss the meeting and so it all came down to y/n who had to shoulder most of the responsibilities while Byakuya just paid a visit to the meeting.

Time flew by as if someone were stealing it from them. Even though they spent the days under the same roof, Byakuya barely had a chance to speak to her or make things right. By the time he came to bed, she had already fallen asleep or was too tired to stay awake. Byakuya has been a light sleeper anyways. He often waited for her to be perfectly asleep so that he could slip under the same covers as hers. Y/N was too disappointed and angry to notice the small changes in him, in his gestures. Not that she tried, she did but Byakuya brushed her off every time. It was such a slow poison for her. She had made up her mind not to consummate this marriage unless they were asked for a child but fate never goes along with the human will. It opposes, always .

“You’re early,” Y/N said as Byakuya entered the room. Seeing her in a flimsy nightgown he looked away from her. She scowled when she noticed him looking away. 

“Could you wait for me? I need to refresh myself. I want to talk about something.”

Ah! finally, it's happening. She gave him a simple nod and slipped under the covers. Perhaps it was about an heir, or shifting into a different house or maybe a visit to other families or so; Y/N had no idea that her secret was going to slap her in the face.

“I see. How long have you been aware?” Y/n asked still facing away from him while Byakua was seated on the bed. “Since before our marriage.” Y/n turned and sat folding her legs, covering herself so that he does not have to look away while talking. “Ah! That’s why the cold shoulder.”

“No. No. I was just—

“Just thought that I might have a secret lover too?

Byakuya closed the gap a little, “Well, do you?” 

“Does it matter?”

Does it matter? Of course, it does. Byakuya did not respond not yet but Y/N could see his jaw tightening, muscles stiffing at the mere possibility of a ‘yes’.

She interjected, “Yeah! Thought so.” and left the bed, his sight heading towards the bathroom but Byakuya grabbed her hand and pulled her in his lap. She gasped loudly at such a sudden swift motion but more than so his bold voice declaring something so unexpected something so unbelievable that it turned her on more than it should. “Yes. it matters. It matters to me because I would be bothered, so much that I’m incapable of bearing the thought of losing you.”

Her breathing was heavy since not only his deep raspy voice stilled her motion but also made her thinking come to a halt. Byakuya slipped his hands under her gown earning a huge gasp as his lips touched her bare shoulders. Her body responded quickly, she arched feeling his cold and calloused fingers on her breasts, pinching her areola. “Tell me,”, his voice coated her skin with goosebumps, “do you want this, with me?” She turned her face, eyes holding the tears back, blurring her vision. She was burning with desire. How could she not?

“Yes.” Byakuya’s hands traveled down to her core, rubbing gently on her clit over the cloth. It was already damp. She could barely process all of these while his voice hinted impatience again, “then, tell me where you involved with him, in his act?” 

Her grasp on his thighs tightened as she struggled to stand up on her feet. With all the dim lights around it was not of any help. Byakuya pushed aside the fabric and touched the outer lips with more pressure than before. “Do you not want me?” Y/N has torn apart between keeping her self-respect and submitting her to him. She had tried countless times to get his attention, tried every lewd way to lure Byakuya that made her feel like nothing but a cheap whore.

“Do you not want me?” she managed to utter thinking of all those nights when she had to go to bed feeling like a mistress rather than a wife.

Byakuya verbalized holding her in his embrace tightly. “Yes. I do. I really do.”His voice reeked of agony and loneliness, his touch was so desperate yet so gentle. Y/N read him wrong, he was not playing games anymore. 

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⌗ :: @sailewhoremoon @massivementalitynut @tokyometronetwork @underratedcharactercorner

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[sangorous]

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

word count: 0.5k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐩𝐰𝐩, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬), 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲)

byakuya kuchiki x black!fem!reader

"Be a good girl and don't make a sound," your fiancé softly spoke, walking up to as you sat in the bed.

"Ain't ya' squad here?" you whispered, looking at him.

"Do you want the others to hear you?" he looked at you and you shook your head.

"Good girl," he slightly smiled, looking at you.

Today you decided to visit your fiancé after another stressful night day of work. You knew that he was a bit tense and you knew just how to help him, but what you didn't know was that the members from his squad would be at his house. Figuring out how they were going to attack the enemy. This was a major surprise because usually they used Ichigo's place.

He slowly pushed your body to the bed and slowly climbed on you, placing his lips on your neck. He began to softly nibble and suck on the side of your neck as he slid your top down.

His hands slid down to your sides where he slid down your shorts. He unbuckled his jeans and grabbed his dick from his boxers and began to slowly tease you.

"Byakuya..." you softly groaned, placing your hands on his chest.

"Uh uh," he looked at you, giving your lips a peck.

"Silence..." he added as he continued to tease you.

You wanted to let a soft moan out, but you knew what would happen if you broke his rule. Slowly, he entered himself into you and began to thrust in and out of you in at a rough pace.

"Damn..." you muttered into your hand as he roughly thrusted in and out of you. You were trying your best to stay quiet, but you couldn't.

"Byakuya. Damn, I can't hold it in," you quietly whimpered, looking at him.

"Shhh princess," he softly spoke, giving you hard and rough thrusts.

You felt the rush and urge to scream, but you lifted yourself up a bit to softly bite onto Byakuya's collarbone, "dammit..." you cried into his collarbone, feeling him go deep inside of you.

You felt your body began to shake slowly as you felt him roughly hit your spot, "fuck!" you shouted, feeling the tears fall down your face.

"Imma about to cum," you whimpered, looking at him.

"Go ahead princess," he softly spoke.

Together, the two of you released and went inside the bathroom where the two of you showered together.

He gave you one of his shirts and you wore it with your pajama shorts as you heard Renji shout about the food being ready.

"I see that the two of you had fun..." Ikkaku smirked at you and Byakuya as you took a seat on Byakuya's lap.

"I guess," you tried your best to act clueless, taking a bite from your food.

"You guess?" Rukia raised her eyebrow.

"That's not what we heard..." Renji lowly spoke, looking at the ground.

"what'd you say Renji?" you looked at him and he shook his head.

"Nothing, nothing," he gave you a fake smile.

"What he meant was, 'fuck!'." Ikkaku shouted, causing you to punch his arm.

"Don't hit me, learn how to stay quiet," he added, rubbing his arm.

"I told you to stay quiet, now we're going to try again," Byakuya whispered in your ear, his hands sliding down to your thighs.

"And this time there will be silence," he added, sending shivers down your spine.

⌨ ◠ ⌗stfu tori is speakin' ;; ❞

this was ass, i know. so i’m letting you guys choose who to write a sugar daddy smut with: byakuya kuchiki again, kisuke urahara, shunsui kyoraku, isshin kurosaki, or ryuken ishida?

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[bunnyyamor]

[ OCTOBER 25TH ] BYAKUYA KUCHIKI x fem! reader (teacher x student au)

synopsis; it's the famous halloween party at your college and everyone is invited. it's so annoying how all the teachers are there, keeping an eye out for troublemakers. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, office sex, 69, dirty talk, weed, alcohol, cunnilingus, blow job, oral (both), fingering, nicknames, brat taming, daddy kink, handjob, public sex, beta read!

notes; i think this has to be one of my favs smut i've written idk it just got me good and hot. i also rlly like byakuya he is so fine on so many levels its crazy. also i made the costume that y/n wears a bunny bc we representing my brand ppl! anywho, remember to unhide mature posts, like, reblog, and comment, that would mean the world to me!!!

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“holy fuck, girl. you look hot!” your friend groped your boobs as you were stuffing them in your hot bunny costume. you were posing and checking out yourself in the mirror, ready to indulge. you couldn’t lie, you looked amazing. your makeup was done in a sexy but soft girl look. then you added a bunny ears headband and wore a tight, black one piece outfit with shirt cuff sleeves, your ass almost showing with your fishnet stockings. you wore your 9-inch heels and had a cotton ball tail on your butt. you looked delectable and were the cutest bunny. 

“i know right,” you fixed your hair. you were waiting all year for this day. it was the day for the most popular raving party ever. it was a halloween party. each year the college held one for the students. everyone that was anyone went. 

“your boo is gonna pick us up? it’s at the gym slash cafeteria room.” your friend read her text from your boyfriend? 

“that’s the plan.”

the door knocked and it was your boyfriend and a couple of his friends. “this is gonna be the best party ever! it’s gonna be lit.”

you rolled your eyes. you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the brightest man in the town. “yeah, yeah, yeah. you got the stuff?”

your stoner boyfriend nodded, giggling like a school boy, “yeahhhh man. i got you babe.”

“oh shit,” you stomped your foot. “aren’t the teachers gonna be there?”

“for real?” your friend twirled around angry. “why the fuck? they’re just gonna ruin everything and treat us like we’re in a christian party.”

“it’s because last year they found those guys smoking in the bathrooms…” you stared at your boyfriend, hands on your hips. “i wonder who’s fault that was?”

“bro, whatever! i didn’t know they were gonna smell us? so what? we’ll do it in my car babe. it’s gonna be fine. they dumb as fuck anyways these dumb teachers.”

you were starting to walk to the car. “sure…the teachers are dumb. but theres that teacher byakuya kuchiki? he is not an old, senile teacher, he’s gonna know.” that was the literature professor in the college. 

“then maybe the way you can get him off our backs is fucking him, he’d love to fuck a cute little bunny,” your friend cackled as she smacked your ass. 

you laughed as you drank back some alcohol. you wanted to get super drunk and nasty today. “ehhh who cares. let’s just get fucked up! and who gives a fuck about them teachers!” everyone wooed and drove to the cafeteria. 

when your group got to the party you saw that some students were already secretly pouring drinks into the fruit punch. 

“who you going for tonight?” you asked your friend. scanning the dance floor. 

“maybe that smart teacher, i mean look at him y/n.” your friend pointed to mr. kuchiki. he was not wearing a costume since he was a more monotone chill teacher. he was not one to joke, only sometimes and you had never seen him laugh or smile. he was much more serious. he spooked you a little because you wondered if he even liked being a teacher. he stood, glaring at everyone to make sure they were behaving. he was tall, his long black hair was pushed back on one side only. he wore a tight, black suit, a big watch on his wrist as he looked at the time and then the party. he looked like he didn’t fit in with all the idiots that were here. you couldn’t help but stare however. he looked so handsome. so manly. his eyes with a glare of daggers. you couldn’t unglue yourself from him and his eyes found your stare. they looked directly into yours, causing you to fumble and trip. 

“you okay y/n? you looked like you were eyefucking the professor there.” 

“it’s doesn’t matter. let’s just go in the back and smoke. i saw like a deserted janitor room behind the auditorium. we could do it there. i didn’t see any vents.”

“yay! okay get your boo and we’re out of here.”

as you were going to get your boyfriend, byakuya made his way to you. he seemed to already be annoyed or angry. “y/n?”

“yes, professor? are you enjoying yourself? are you dancing a lot?” you twirled and shook your ass near him. wanting to see if you could crack him. instead he grabbed you by the arm. 

“do you think this outfit is a appropriate? look at you?”

“what? what are you talking about?”

byakuya closened up, his chest pressed against yours. he towered over you and his eyes darkened. “this costume is provocative. what attention do you want from disgusting boys? i mean look at you, i can practically see your ass. you think i didn’t notice.”

“then if my ass is such a problem, don’t stare! listen old man, i don’t know if you know this but i’m a grown ass woman. i can do whatever the hell i want and wear whatever the hell i want. news flash i think i look great! and your opinion doesn’t matter to me so fuck off, professor!” you flicked your hair in his direction and stomped away. not caring that his eyes darkened and he shook with anger. 

you were going to live your life and everyone could suck it! you were the popular, hot girl in school. the girl that could get away with anything and was maybe a brat. you wanted to do everything in life, wanting to live reckless and immature as a college student was supposed to live. this was going to be an unforgettable night!

“oh yeah, that’s the good stuff,” you chuckled uncontrollably. feeling all the weight of classes and the semester being lifted off your shoulders. it made you comfortable with this blanket-ness of floating. you blew out smoke and saw your friends eyes were red. this made you laugh even harder. “who knew we were gonna get fucked up like this.”

“right! and no teacher has come in to check on us. i’m gonna finish this and then care to dance and eat with me? cause i’m literally starving!” your friend fixed her makeup in front of the bathroom. 

you as well added gloss on your lips and saw your boyfriend was practically passed out. “shit. that’s probably going to be a problem.”

“do you think it smells in here?” your friend totally disregarded your statement. 

you sniffed the air, “nah. maybe? a little? i don’t know but help me. i’m going to stick him in the car and i’ll check up on him in a few hours. he’s probably going to want cake.”

your boyfriend started to babble and sit up. slurring and making a ruckus. he was becoming loud and you were afraid it would attract unwanted attention. 

the door to the empty janitor room flew open and there standing in the doorway was professor byakuya. his lips in a scowl, all mad as hell. his eyebrows were furrowed. he looked around and saw your boyfriend, your friend and then you. 

“you!”

“me?”

he pointed at you and you noticed right then and there, you were the only one holding a blunt. “wait but i wasn’t the only one-”

“you two, go home. i’ll be telling the school about this tomorrow. and you? you’re coming with me. not only for this stunt but also for the way you talked to me earlier.” byakuya saw you were about to scramble out the window and grabbed you forcefully. he hurled you over his shoulder, your ass near his face. he was strong and his height made you feel like a tree was holding you. “do as i say, or else.” he threatened you. 

“fuck you man!”

byakuya hauled you all the way to his office which was at the opposite side of the school. he threw you into a chair and sat at his desk, typing away something. “what are you typing, mr. smarty?” you snickered at your joke. 

he glared at you, his eyes traveling from your legs to your face. “none of your business, you brat.”

you sighed, “look professor. it won’t happen again i promise! it was a one time mistake, honest!”

“you think i’m dumb y/n? do you?”

you pouted, “no.”

he continued typing, “i am sending an email to the school to make sure you all have consequences. especially you.”

“are you fucking serious?” you stormed up, pounding his desk. “c’mon! please don’t!”

“yes, i am. and for god’s sake, wear this. i would be freezing in that.” he stared at your breasts for a quick second. a second you too noticed. byakuya took his jacket off and handed it to you. you wrapped yourself in it and realized how much bigger he was than you and how good he smelled. 

you sat back down and saw the way his muscles flexed under his white buttoned up shirt. he groaned as he sat back and loosened his tie. his legs wide opened as he sat at his desk. 

“professor byakuya, are you single?”

his head snapped to yours quickly. “why are you asking me that?” he bit his lip as he got back to typing. 

“to kill time i guess. i was just wondering because i never see you with anyone.”

for the first time you saw him smile. it was quick and it was small but it carried a hint of a chuckle in it. it was splendid. it made your heart quicken for some odd reason. you were the reason mr. grumpy pants smiled. “love the observation. but i am single. wife left me, it’s a whole story.”

you took gum out of your purse and popped it in your mouth. you played with the sticky substance on your finger, “you cheated?”

“no y/n, i did not cheat. and what does school say about gum?” he clicked his tongue. 

you chewed it annoyingly, mouth sounds loud. 

“spit it out.”

“no.”

“spit it out.”

“no!” you smiled evilly. you loved pushing his buttons. 

“i said-”

“i know what you said mr. kuchiki. and i said n,” you opened up your right leg. “o.” then your left. you had opened up your legs wide for him to see. you knew your outfit was caught in your pussy lips and was stuck in your ass so he was seeing all of you. you also knew that right now you were wet. so wet because you were playing with fire. “i do what i want, professor.” you chewed loudly again. 

byakuya’s eyes darted to your pussy and his eyes laid there a second too long. he quickly darted to you and put his hands out in front of your mouth. “spit it out.”

“you want my gum professor? here.” you pulled his hunching form to you by the tie and kissed his lips. at first he was hesitant but then you could tell he needed it. being single and all probably was hard on his body. he had no one to fuck. his mouth widened so that you could shove the piece of gum in there. his jawline moved in perfect sync with your open mouthed kisses. you wrapped your legs around him, his jacket slipping off as you moved your hands to his long hair. your fingers getting caught in the length. it was so soft to the touch. 

“yes daddy,” you bit his ear as you moaned at feeling his hard on under you. “just like that.” you could hear him chewing the gum you gave him. he put your body against his desk. stomach flat on the wooden surface. 

“spread your legs,” he ordered you, kissing your neck. 

you listened and heard him ripping your fishnet stockings. he needed your cunt as quickly as possible. “i can smell you. are you dripping wet, wanting to fuck your professor?”

“mmmm yes. touch me and you’ll see what you do to me. i love when you order me.” you chuckle, biting your lips. 

byakuya looked down and his veiny hands traveled between your legs. you were right. “fuck, you’re soaked.” his watch tapped lightly against your thighs. it was cold on your skin. his long, thick fingers lightly touched your pussy folds. he wanted to collect your juices and spread them against your cunt. his fingers swiped from your pussy to your tight asshole, loving the way your ass jiggled at that movement. 

“am i a bad bunny, daddy?” you whined. loving how that turned him on more. you loved your power. he must have had his eyes on you before. 

he bent over to your ears, his hot breath coming out, “you’re so bad you need to be punished.”

he grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you on your knees in front of his cock. he looked so dominating like that. his long hair created a waterfall around his face, his eyes half lidded from the lust. his mouth heaving from being out of breath. his nipples hardening through his shirt as his muscles almost busted out of it. his tight black trousers were now tighter from his cock almost breaking through. you could see the indent of it and how big he was. his thumb lightly touched your cheek, soft like whispers. in that moment you were ready to give him everything. ready to listen, ready to take him in. 

he thought you looked angelic, so cute. your ears were placed perfectly on your face. your eyes staring up at him, glossed lips parted slightly with a flushed look from being hot with need. your boobs were squished together as you sat there, obeying. “i want you to give it to me…please.”

he unzipped and let his hard dick out. it was veiny, and so thick. “will this fit in my mouth, professor?” you looked all around it, shocked that this is what your literature professor was hiding. 

again he smirked, his lips quirking into a smile. “i know you can take it, baby.”

you put your hands around his cock. the feeling of his skin hot under your touch, “i need to know though.” your eyes darkened. “i am the only student that can do this to you. nobody and i mean nobody can touch you that way i am.”

byakuya squeezed your cheeks with his huge hand, “the same goes to you. you’re mine now y/n. you belong to me. so fuck that scrawny boyfriend outside that can’t even take weed.”

your mouth widened, shocked at his order. you forgot you even had a boyfriend! 

byakuya pushed your head to take in his cock. you opened your mouth wide to take him fully in. you gurgled and gagged around his length and girth. “mmmmmm,” spit dripped from the sides of your mouth. byakuya’s hips subconsciously moved back and forth, fucking your mouth. loving the way your tongue flicked and twirled around his girth. “fuck, shitttt. that’s it baby. just like that. try to take more in?”

you nodded and started bobbing your head back and forth. loving how his cream was starting to coat your mouth. you went faster and faster. you were making byakuya become so turned on he was ready to become animalistic. “come here.” he urged you and carried you like you weighed nothing. he pushed everything off the desk. you were upside down, ass in his face. “don’t stop sucking, brat.” you listened and kept bobbing up and down, while byakuya smacked your ass as he laid back down on his desk with you on top of him. and that’s when his strong arms urged your ass to plop on his face. 

“professor!” you were shocked but then in heaven. 

in between licking your folds he said, “i said don’t stop sucking.”

you went back to diving your mouth around his cock. your nose touching his pubes while he ate you out. you both were doing 69. 

you couldn't contain your moans as his fingers grabbed a hold of your ass cheeks, spreading them as he licked at your delicious cunt. he spat on it and open mouthed kiss it. his tongue swiping from your clit to your hole, diving his tongue inside your hole, in and out, fucking you with his tongue. you didn’t stop gurgling around his cock, spitting on his swollen head. 

that’s when a knock was on the door.

“fuck,” you said as you tried to get off but byakuya had a hold on you. surely he heard the door? you bit your lip as you sat on his face, trying not to but you couldn’t help it but ride his face. loving the friction of his nose pressing your sensitive clit and his slobber and spit all over your wet fat pussy. 

“babe? hello? i think i’m sober. i was wondering if you want to go get a bite? are you in there? shit are you getting reprimanded, damn. i’m sorry babe. i promise i’ll make it up to you if you get suspended. just hope it’s not that bad. i’m gonna go though and get some cake and i’ll meet you up in the car.”

you couldn't help but jump on byakuya’s face as his tongue dived in and out of your hole. your hand was covering your mouth, you were almost crying cumming. to think that your boyfriend was talking to you not knowing your pussy was literally being eaten out by your professor. byakuya slapped your ass. you listened to hear your boyfriend leave and that's when you let go a scream. “fuck! right there professor. right there! oh my god don’t stop. your tongue feels so good inside me!” you uncontrollably grinded his face. almost there. 

you again deep throated byakuya, feeling him hit the back of your throat. you could tell he was almost there. in sync, you orgasmed. feeling the wetness come out between your fold and byakuya drinking and sucking all your juices. “right there baby. i’m gonna cum.” white spurts came out of byakuya and spiked inside your mouth, you drank him all up. he tasted way better than your boyfriend. he was the best fuck you ever had. 

“shit, fuck,” byakuya groaned and you saw his chin glistening with your juices. 

you tickled his tip and put his cream in your mouth like it was whip cream, “mmm delicious.”

“you’re a naughty bunny, aren’t you?”

you giggled cutely. i thought you realized that already, mr.”

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