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brittscafe · 1 year ago

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may I request Byakuya x F! Reader that is jealous? NSFW pls

Yes, of course <3

You hated it. You hated how damn attractive Byakuya Kuchiki is. You hate the way his long, raven hair flows in the wind and how his eyes can catch anyone's attention that isn't yours.

But, they don't get to see the Byakuya you know. The naked, vulnerable Byakuya. For not having a large build, Byakuya is muscular and his cock is long, almost too long.

Those women don't get to see or feel his cock hitting you in all the right places that make you scream his name. So, why are you so jealous?

You're fiddling with your hands on the bar counter, distracted by all the distance chatter and music playing in the background. Not even hearing Byakuya calling out your name.

"Is something wrong, love?" Byakuya's soft voice pulls you out of your mind. You glance over at him and shoot him a weak smile, your eyes crinkling at the sides.

"No. Nothing," you shake your head with a dismissive tone. His eyes rake over your face and he knits his eyebrows together.

Byakuya can tell when something is bothering you. You get a knot in between your eyebrows. He slides his hand across the bar and grabs onto yours, squeezing it gently.

"Y/n, please don't lie to me. If you don't to talk about it, that's fine. I understand," he reassures you with a tender voice.

"The way those women look at you, it makes me so jealous," you sigh out with frustration. The corners of Byakuya's lips dare to curl up into a tiny smirk.

"I only have eyes for you, my darling," Byakuya reassures you with a ginger voice. You scoff quietly and roll your eyes with annoyance.

"I know that, but they don't. I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I can't help it. I just want everyone to know that you're mine and mine only," you huff out, leaning back in the chair and pouting.

Byakuya smiles to himself and stifles a chuckle. It finds you to be so cute when you pout.

"Come here. Follow me," Byakuya stands up, offering you his hand.

You take ahold his hand and stand up, following him through the crowds of the bar. Byakuya's eyes dart around before entering the female restroom.

Your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat. Thank the Soul Society that nobody else is in here, but you two.

"Byakuya! We can't be in here, especially you," you call out as Byakuya pulls you into an empty stall. He shuts the door and locks it.

Your back pressing up against the cold tile wall and Byakuya wraps his arms around your waist.

"Then, you've got to be quiet," he explains, dipping his head down and pressing his warm lips on your neck. His hand reaches down and he tugs off his captain's cloak.

It hits the ground and you moan softly as Byakuya's lips suck on your sensitive skin. His hands grab onto your black kosode and he tears it off your skin.

Byakuya tosses it on the ground and he pulls away from your neck.

He moves his face near yours, lips hovering above yours. You can breathe in the smell of the strong sake. It makes you dizzy for a moment before returning back to reality.

Byakuya roughly presses his lips to yours, like he needs your lips to breathe or even live. He rolls his hips into yours and groans heavily.

His hands fiddle around with your black hakama and he pulls them down. They pool around your ankles and you step out of them.

"You should know that I only have eyes for you, my love," Byakuya speaks gently, pulling away from your lips.

"Hm, is that what you say to all the girls?" you hum out and Byakuya scoffs quietly, his eyes darkening and glancing down at you.

"No, only to the girl I'm in love with," he comments tenderly, his knuckles grazing over your cheek. Your eyes widen and a warm smile tugs on your lips.

"Oh yeah? Who's that?" you ask and Byakuya bites back a chuckle, taking off his black kosode. His muscles flex and your mouth waters at his biceps.

"I'm looking at her. The woman whom I love dearly and I'm about to make love to," Byakuya speaks honestly and your heart skips a beat.

His pants and boxers pool down around his ankles. Your body shudders at the sight of his long length, springing out. Byakuya strokes his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

You both moan in unison as Byakuya thrusts inside of you. You lean your forehead against his and let out a deep breathe.

"Byakuya, please move," you beg him, clamping your walls around his cock.

"As you wish, my love," Byakuya speaks softly, pulling his hips back and then snapping them back. You cry out with pleasure, his cock fitting perfectly inside of you.

His hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your sinful moans that fill the bathroom. Byakuya's hips roll into yours, cock sinking back into your aching pussy.

The stall door starts to rattle from Byakuya's frequent, rough thrusting. He reaches and grabs onto your hand, interlacing your fingers.

He pins his hand above your head and you whimper, filling his cock thrust deep inside of you. His cock pushes against that sweet spot of yours, bringing you closer and closer to your release.

"F-fuck, you feel so good," Byakuya groans out, your walls clenching around his twitching cock.

"Byakuya," you moan out, feeling your release come closer. The hotness pooling in between your legs makes your thighs tremble as your body is pressed into wall.

You let out a scream of pleasure as your orgasm rips through your body, trembling and jolting. Your cum spills out onto Byakuya's cock and he clenches his jaw, trying to hold himself together.

A few more sloppy thrusts and Byakuya releases thick, hot slicks of cum inside of your pussy. The two of you pant heavily and Byakuya leans his head into the curve of your shoulder.

He releases his tight grip on your mouth and you let out a tiny whimper as he pulls out from your insides.

"Are you still jealous?" Byakuya asks, picking up your clothes and handing them to you. You chuckle and let out a deep breathe.

"No, after all you did just make love to me in the women's bathroom, Byakuya. But, if I catch another woman staring at you...I can't help what I might do next," you explain, shrugging your shoulders.

Byakuya chuckles and cups your cheek, pulling you closer. "I love you," he presses his lips to yours.

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kiwicopia · 1 year ago

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🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Blindfold 🔞

🎃 Byakuya x Wife!Reader 🎃

TW: Soft Byakuya, kissing, licking, bit of sensual sex, creampie, fingering (f!receiving), cunnilingus, biting, praise, orgasm denial, reader being called Princess, missionary.

tags: @shes-so-insane @stygianoir @bleachbrainrotbro @uzxotic @aizenwifey

“Byakuya,” you moaned, his name falling from your lips as his lips trailed kisses from your collarbone down to your navel. It was enough for your back to arch a little as your hands fisted the bed sheets. The kisses then ceased, and your body shuddered in delight as his tongue licked a few inches upward, followed by a soft sigh that elicited from you. Your husband was obscured by the black cloth tied around your head. It was a delicious idea of his that you couldn’t even complain about. Having your sight taken away caused you to rely on your other senses as he pleased you—slowly, teasingly, drawing out every little moan, gasp, and sigh from those pretty lips of yours.

“Does it feel good?” He asked. It was a rhetorical question, but you still gave a nod of confirmation. To that, Byakuya hummed and moved his body lower, and you soon felt his hands cup themselves underneath your thighs before lifting your legs a little. You couldn’t see a thing, but you knew where he was and what he was going to do. After situating your legs in his preferred position—both over his broad shoulders—you felt his hot breath against your already cunt. “So eager,” he teased,” aren’t you, Princess?”

He worked you up for this, and now you were all wet and ready for him to devour. Your husband’s arms snaked around your legs, holding them in place before he shoved his face into your pussy. There wasn’t a warning whatsoever, and you moaned loudly as his tongue licked a thick stripe up your folds before the tip swirled around your clit, teasing it. He repeated the motion, bringing forth a series of wanton moans that were nothing but music to his ears. “Byakuya,” you whined out.

He stopped for a split second, his eyes glancing at your flushed face before he returned to his task at hand. For a man so softspoken at times in both actions and words, he seemed to have disregarded that for tonight. Tonight was all about you. His face pressed itself into your cunt even further, his tongue having slipped past your folds as he tasted your insides. You could hear the way he slurped and sucked on you, eating you out like a man that’s been starved for weeks. The pleasure from it was overwhelming, and your body squirmed a little as your legs clenched in response. If only you could see him when he relented, pulling back to give you just enough clarity for the moment. Your slick covered his face, but he didn’t care.

One of Byakuya’s arms unwound itself from one of your legs, his body shifting to a more comfortable position on his stomach before he shoved a finger inside of you. The intrusion had you gasp and whine, your hips wriggling slightly as he drew the digit out before pushing it back inside your sopping cunt. His other arm tried to still your movements as he clicked his tongue. “Princess,” he said, “be still for me. I can’t please you if you keep moving.”

When you stopped moving, he went back to work, his finger repeatedly sliding in and out of you. It was difficult to stay still for him, especially when he added a second finger, and you couldn’t help but whine when you felt the scissoring motion inside of you. “So good,” you mewled, “feels so good.” Your sounds only furthered his actions, amping them up as his tongue lapped at your clit once more. The sounds resonating from your cunt had your face flushed with embarrassment, but it couldn’t be helped. His fingers coupled with his mouth furthered the shameless squelching that came from your pussy, and your husband loved it.

His tongue ceased its relentless licking as he pulled his face away. “Do you hear it?” Byakuya asked. “You’re making such beautiful noises,” he cooed. Your lips parted to respond to his words, but all that came out was a sharp gasp as he sucked on your clit, assaulting it with his tongue while his fingers constantly slipped in and out of you. It was a shame you couldn’t see it all, but you could hear it, and you could feel the pleasure building up inside.

Just a little more, you thought, moaning repeatedly as he ravished you like some sort of fine cuisine. You were almost there, your body already clenching on the cusp of a long-awaited orgasm. Almost, almost, so close, so close, right there, right—.

“As much as it would please me to see you come undone, I can’t let you do that just yet.” Your husband’s words and the fact that he outright ceased all motion on you, denying your release, caused you to frown. You heard him chuckle, and you could already picture curved lips on his face. It was a shame you were blindfolded.

“Jerk,” you mumbled, garnering another chuckle from his lips. Your body ached for release, your cunt throbbing just from the mere thought of what could have been. Your husband was vile for that. His body shifted once more, and you felt him lift your legs up a bit higher, getting them situated on his shoulders—again—as he ran his cock up and down your slick folds, wetting the head. The feeling sent a shiver down your spine, but not as much as when he slid inside with ease. No matter how many times you fucked, it never ceased to amaze just how filling your husband was, and with your sight hindered, it really helped with focusing on the way he felt buried inside of you.

His hips moved at a languid pace, gyrating every so often to elicit another one of your adorable moans. Byakuya’s face hid itself in the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses against the skin as he slowly rocked into you. You silently praised him about bringing the blindfold to bed, relishing in how you could feel him inching deeper and deeper with each slow thrust, almost kissing your cervix with his tip. He wanted you to feel him—to truly feel him tonight.

“So tight,” he whispered in-between kisses, “you always take me so well, Princess.” Your walls clenched at his praise, garnering a soft chuckle from him. “You love it when I praise you, don’t you? My little wife loves being told how much of a good girl she is.”

You hated how right he was—how right he always was—but you ignored that thought and focused on feeling him. A soft groan left his lips as his body pressed down against yours, his hips now moving at a faster pace than before. You moaned in response; another groan being pulled from him as his hands slid up against the mattress to find yours—his fingers interlocking with your own as he kept you pinned down.

Your hips tried to buck up against his, but his weight on you prevented that. Byakuya wanted you to lie still and let him please you, for you to feel him like how he wanted you to. His hips smacked against yours as he moved faster now, his cock slipping in and out of your cunt with so much ease. The squelching from it was downright shameful, and the fact that you could hear just how loud it was made you whine. You couldn’t deny that it aroused you further, slowly bringing forth that pleasurable feeling from earlier.

Your body still ached for release. You knew it and your husband knew it, too, which is why his pace increased. His movements grew sporadic as his cock repeatedly shoved itself inside your pussy, causing you to moan even more. “Byakuya,” you whined at him, and he grunted in response. He knew you were close, that you were almost there. You just needed a few extra pushes.

With his face still buried into the crook of your neck, he let his teeth graze the skin before nipping your sweet spot. The gasp that ripped from your chest only caused him to bite down. Your walls started clenching around him, slowly, teasingly, as if to let him know just how close you were. “Cum for me, Princess,” he whispered, “please.” It wasn’t often that your husband begged, but it always made you weak when he did.

Your head tilted back against the pillow, and you moaned as you finally came undone. Your body twitched harshly as pleasure coursed throughout it. Byakuya felt your gummy walls clench around his dick, coaxing him to quickly follow suit, and he did. You were overtaken by another wave of pleasure as he emptied into you, painting your insides white with semen.

You could feel how it gushed around, filling you up entirely. Your husband breathed hard, his hot breath hitting your ear and neck before he placed gentle kisses against your skin. Your body clenched again in response, causing him to chuckle before pulling out of you with a shameful squelch. His seed seeped from your cunt as it dribbled down your thighs before slowly pooling onto the mattress.

“What a mess,” he said. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple before he pulled away. You felt his arms slip underneath your body, lifting you up against his broad chest as he carried you off somewhere. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Princess.”

Your body felt exhausted, but it was safe to say that you would both be using the blindfold in bed again. Perhaps your husband would wear it, if you asked ever so sweetly.

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blueparadis · 2 years ago

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❝ 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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neesieiumz · 2 years ago

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narcissus ⸻ ⭃ b. kuchiki

synopsis ⸻ ⭃ clumsy little thing, aren’t you. captain kuchiki won’t stand for that, you know?

warnings ⸻ ⭃ 18+ minors do not interact. sm*t. spanking. punishment. established relationship. dom/sub relationship. black-coded reader. afab reader. female anatomy. honestly i see him as a brat tamer but my skill level isn’t there yet so we’ll settle for this. fingering. reader is byakuya’s assistant in this as well. reader is a clumsy person as well. he’s a man that demands for perfection so here we go!

writers notes ⸻ ⭃ sobs. please don't put that fuckass l*bel on my shit anymore. it's so discouraging knowing the reach this is supposed to have to get dismissed. anyways... also thank you so much to @retroanimeandotherthigs for beta-reading!! I also literally wrote this in one day, as most should know. I'm only on episode 103 of bleach and he, shinsui, and kisuke have been HEAVY on the mind. I am currently planning a threesome fic with kisuke and yoruichi

word count ⸻ ⭃ 2.2k

Clumsy little thing, that’s what everyone thinks whenever they see you. Constantly trailing after their leader, holding a bunch of papers that end up on the floor two minutes after holding them. As everyone watched the two of you, everyone wondered why exactly the stoic-like captain kept you around. Not only did you constantly drop paperwork, but it was also a common routine for you to bump into someone, especially while holding important paperwork. It caused you to constantly apologize, gathering the papers before continuing your journey to your captain’s office.

“You’re late,” was all he said, squeaking as you slid the door open slowly.

You silently cursed to yourself as you stepped inside the office, holding the jumbled papers you were tasked to deliver to his office.

You had thought he would still be in his meeting with the other Captains, leaving you with just enough time to rearrange everything before he could see it.

“My… apologies, I ran into someone…” you trailed off, not knowing what to say to the idea of you running into someone again, and messing up the papers once again.

He glanced up from what he was looking at before, the familiar impassiveness evident in his eyes.

“You ran into someone…?” His voice took on dull sarcasm before his eyes glazed down at the obviously ruffled papers in your hands.

You stumbled for a bit, nodding your head, and pressing the papers close to you. He sighed, before gesturing for you to come closer, not before telling you to lock the sliding door. At first, you almost didn’t move, but you knew he meant business each and every time he spoke, and he didn’t like to waste his breath. Slowly, you took a few steps towards him, soon ending up in front of his desk. With no words exchanged, he motioned with his finger for you to come around the desk. Nothing but the sounds of your soft footsteps and the rumples of paper echoed through the spacious office. His eyes stayed right on you as you walked around the wooden desk, his body turning as you stood right in front of him.

Once you stood there, he held out his hand, expecting the papers he told you to bring. Accepting your fate, you slowly pulled them away from your chest before placing them right in his hands. As he shuffled through them, his long fingers grazed the creased, crumpled folds of the files.

“This is the fifth time you’ve done something like this.”

You squeaked, closing your eyes, “my apologies, Captain Ku—”

“Save it.”

You closed your eyes, immediately shutting your mouth, and looking away from the man as he placed the papers on his desk. Your fingers fumbled with the hems of your robes as you glanced down, looking at the hard wooden floors, not wanting to see the indignation in his eyes.

“Look at me.”

As much as you didn’t want to, you slowly lifted up your head, looking at him as he leaned back into his chair, his arms coming up against the armrests, his hands clasping together. His eyes were closed, as he pondered upon what to do when it comes to you.

“My patience has worn thin with you, and the very fact I have patience for you is extraordinary.”

You had nothing to say, heart, beating in between your ears as you looked upon him. He kept his eyes closed for a moment, before slowly opening them, looking right into you.

“Come closer,” is all he said, removing his hands from in front of his face.

Blinking, uneasiness steadily flows through your veins as you approach the daunting man sitting in his chair. He said nothing as you got closer and closer to him, and soon you were nearly toe-toe with him, your robes grazing each other. He could hear your unsteady breath, your braids hanging down, framing your face as you lowered your head.

“Disrobe.”

Eyes wide, looking at him, as his eyes narrowed at your stunned look.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

With that, shaky hands slowly reach for the white ribbon holding up your black robes, pulling it out of the intricate ribbon you had done that morning. Sometimes, people don’t wear anything under them, but luckily you do. You stood there in silk shorts, tan in color, reflecting against your brown skin, with a matching thin-strapped top.

“Kneel.”

With that, your knees shook as you descended to the wooden floor. They hit the floor with a soft “thud” as you rested back against your ankles, hands neatly tucked in your lap. It was quiet, nothing but the sounds of your breathing in the air. The light beamed into the large window, shining down on the two of you. The feeling of cold fingertips pressing up against your cheek, your body jerking in reaction. However, his hand came up, grabbing your chin and cheeks, keeping you right in place as it guided your head up. Making you look back at him. The two of you locked eyes, your own glossy gaze into his hardened one, built by years and years of rigor. His dark long black hair shone and reflected against the sunlight. His grandeur echoed through the court. When you had graduated and had been put into squad six, you never thought you’d see his face so closely. Soon after that, you were made to be his assistant, a decision you would never regret no matter what.

He said nothing as you felt his hand pull you forward, causing you to gasp, as you stumbled right back on your feet only to land on something soft again. You were laying on your stomach, looking around before noticing you were laying right on his lap.

“Capt—” you were suddenly cut off with a sharp gasp as a stinging pain erupted against you.

“Did I say you could speak?”

Immediately you shut your mouth, breathing heavily as you felt his soft hands brushing up and down against both your bare and covered skin. His hand soon slid underneath your shorts, before slowly peeling away your shorts, revealing A familiar warm feeling that began to build up within you as he began to speak.

“Let’s see… five times huh…?” you heard trail off, right before another strike came, silently gasping as it echoed through the office.

“That’s two… what do you say to me?”

Whimpering, “thank you, Sir.”

Another smack… 6

“Thank you sir.”

Another smack… 9

“Thank you sir.”

You could hear the smirk in his hum, in his tone as he sent down another strike. You wiggled in his tight hold, yearning for some type of friction as you could feel yourself seep against your shorts. He continued to lay down your punishment, with no remorse and mercy within his tone or his movements. Eyes rolled to the back of your head, as your body jerked with every strike.

Another smack. 19…

“Thank you sir.”

Another smack. 20…

“Thank you sir.”

Tears welled in your eyes, as you felt his stinging palm strike over and over again. At the same time, you could feel yourself dripping, cunt pulsing as he continued to deliver his punishment. Byukuya was controlled, every strike just as blistering as the last one. Your hands reached out, grabbing at his robes for some kind of stability.

Another smack… 26…

“Thank you, Sir.”

Another smack… 27…

“Thank you, sir.”

You slurred your words, drool dripping from your plump lips. His other hand put pressure against your back, causing you to arch it more, your knees bending more and more against him, raising your ass into the air. Your hot tears streaked down your face, head throwing back as you clenched around nothing, the wet sounds of your pussy resounding through the air. He smelled of vetiver and gardenias, permeating his skin and robes. His actions were mind-numbing, nothing but the words, “Thank you,” and “sir” echoing through your otherwise empty mind.

His final three strikes came in consecutive, overwhelming you completely, and causing you to choke on your spit.

“Thank you sir.. Thank you sir, thank you sir!”

30 strikes.

Your body slumped, melting into his hold, no longer having the energy to hold yourself up. His hand continued to stroke up and down your body, slowly massaging your aching body. You let off low moans as you relish in his now tender touch.

“What have we learned?” His voice cut through the daze you were once in.

Shivering, you slowly turned your head to look at him, “to be… to be more careful.”

He said nothing, continuing to massage your ass, providing some temporary relief. His hand soon changed its position, and abruptly you could feel one of his fingers sink deep into your sopping cunt, letting out a gasping moan as he did so.

“Sir—” you were suddenly cut off by another finger sliding into you.

Body rocking, try your best to grind against his fingers as he slowly fucked you against them. You were soaked, dripping all over his fingers, your thighs, and his robes. Luckily, he didn’t seem to care, he usually does not in moments like this. You squirmed, moving your head to muffle your moans as they got louder and louder, the rush from the earlier punishment pushing you further and further over the line. That warm feeling you had felt earlier now skyrockets into immense pressure as if it was a dam ready to burst and break. He toyed with you, pressing the pads of his fingers against your spot, causing you to squeal, and thrash against him

“Clenching around my fingers like that, huh?” His voice was low and tense, savoring every movement you made against him.

You trembled against him, writhing as you yearned for more, something to push you over the edge. He purposely avoided that spot once again, knowing exactly what you craved. He leaned down towards you, his ear coming right next to your ears.

“You know what to do if you want to come.” He whispered before sitting up straight, continuing his ministrations against you.

You let out a loud cry, muffled by his robes, before lifting your head to speak, “can I come sir? Please, please can I come sir?”

He hummed, not saying a word but his actions all spoke for him as you felt his fingers press up against your walls, right up against your spot. You thrashed, convulsing as he kept up his speed, clinging onto him as your legs began to shake, your orgasms spilling over you.

“Come for me.”

With those final words, you let off a high-pitched moan, moving your head just enough to muffle it as you came. Clear slick spilled from you, dripping and drenching your thighs, making even more of a mess than your arousal once did. He let off a low hiss as you came all over him, taking a deep breath and slightly closing his eyes. As you let off heavy breaths, your body fully slumping against him, his fingers slowly sliding out of you, a wet squelching sound soon following after it. His body soon shifted, his single clean hand guiding you as slowly to the floor. Your head laid across his lap as you caught your breath, before his hand came up to you once more, making you look right at him.

Just as you locked eyes, his other hand came up, pressing the wet digits against your lips.

“Suck.” was the single command he gave.

With no hesitation, your lips and tongue came up and around his long fingers, the taste of your arousal revealing against your tongue. After a few moments, he slowly removed his fingers from your mouth before looking back down at you. He reached down, slowly caressing your face in an almost tender way, before pulling you right back, placing a deep yet slow kiss on your wet lips. Legs shaking, unable to hold your own weight as he pressed himself against you.

Just as his hand began to slide down, reaching to unwrap his robes, a flutter resounded in the room, interrupting the both of you. The two of you stopped, glancing back as a dark butterfly with red wings flew towards the both of you. You turned around, holding your hand out as the butterfly soon landed on your index finger. You closed your eyes as it relayed information to you, before turning around to look at your captain.

“Lady Unohana is asking for you.” You relayed, defaulting at the thought of your previous actions being discontinued.

Byakuya closed his eyes, letting out a sharp breath through his nose, “get dressed, you're coming with me.”

You suppressed a smile as you stepped away from him, sliding on your shorts before quickly walking to your robes, sliding them, and tying them back on with ease. You could feel him right behind you as you turned around, hands wiped clean of your saliva. His hands soon reached up to your face, moving around the braids that had gotten ruffed up during your play. You smiled, looking up at him as he gazed into your eyes. He then let off a rare smile, tucking one last braid behind your ear, before walking past you, telling you to follow quickly.

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nymphoheretic · 2 years ago

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Uniforms: in which an individual is sexually aroused by uniforms

Synopsis: Uh oh. You’ve been pulled over by the police. How will you ever get out of this ticket? Oh? He’s hot and his uniform is so sexy on him though. Maybe you can fuck your way out of a ticket?

Warnings: bondage, vaginal sex, fingering, oral (f revieiving), Cop!Byakuya, Fem!reader, outside ejaculation

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader

Tags: @sailewhoremoon @stygianoir @bakugosbratx@babiefwuit @noriken @shirohyorin @rozentias @taichouu @bookandyarndragon @chaotic-nick @whinestonecowgirl @awilddreamermain @angelltheninth @tokyometronetwork @monaukah

Your eyes widen at the flash of red and blue lights behind you as a curse left your lips. Gazing down at your speedometer, you saw that you were indeed speeding, but you knew that with your crappy job that you could not afford a speeding ticket.

Turning on your blinker and slowing down, you pull over onto the shoulder of the road. Gripping your steering wheel tightly, you wait for the officer to come to our window.

Sucking in a breath when the black uniform clad male steps up to your car, delicate fingers rasping on the glass of your window, you roll it down. Putting a smile on your face, you look up at the officer and are blown away by how handsome he was.

Ink black hair that falls down just short of his shoulders, piercing grey eyes that seem to look into your soul, perfectly chiseled jawline and lips. He was so sexy and the uniform only enhanced his good looks.

Biting your lip, you open your lips to say, “Can I help you, officer.”

Byakuya arches a brow down at you as he points his pen down at you. “Do you know why I pulled you over, ma’am?”

“Uhm…” You pout your cherry chapstick coated lips as you pretend to not know the answer to his question. “No, I don’t. I’m just trying to get to work.” You lean over a bit to make your breasts spill over in your shirt more as your thighs rub together from the sound of his deep, rumbling voice.

The cop felt a twitch in his pants as he stole a glance at your tits. Feeling ashamed that he was letting something as simple as a little exposed skin get to him, Byakuya clears his throat. “You were doing 65 in a 45.”

You gasp like you didn't know that yourself. Your tongue comes out to wet your bottom lips, tasting the cherry chapstick covering it. “Oh no.” You whine out, looking up at him through your lashes like a hurt puppy. You knew that you couldn’t afford to pay off a ticket. So you will try your damnedest to flirt with this cop to get out of it.

“Is there any way I can get out of you giving me a ticket, Mister officer?” You wiggle your breasts again, noticing how he looked down at them the first time.

Byakuya swallows dryly as he fights back his more corrupt and carnal desires. You were making it so hard for him to not take advantage of the situation. He had caught you speeding on one of the back roads where rarely anyone comes down and the flimsy little white skirt and pink tennis shirt you were wearing did nothing to hide your body.

He places his hands on top of your car, leaning down into your window to face you. Byakuya knew that you would be his undoing when your perfume hit his nose.

It was light and floral; like cherry blossoms. A soft groan left him as his eyes closed, he was fighting a losing battle between his dick and his brain. “What can you do for me?”

Your eyes widened. You hadn’t actually thought he would take you up on your offer. Rubbing your thighs together at the thought of having this handsome cop underneath you, you bit your lip. “Anything you want, sir.” You reply, unlocking your door when he motioned for you to do so. When he opens your door, you step out of your seat.

Byakuya has you turn around to face the door of your car. “Hands on the vehicle. I need to make sure you’re not carrying a weapon.” He places his hands on your waist, squeezing the flesh gently before sliding them upward. His palms glide over your breasts and he heard the way your breath hitches in your throat. “What was that? This is only a body search. Quiet down.”

Squirming a bit when he pinches your nipple through your bra, rolling them carefully between his fingers. You couldn’t stop the moan from leaving you when his feet kicked your legs apart and one of his hands slipped between your thighs. His deft fingers rub circles over your clothed clit. “Oh, fuck…” You whisper.

“Hmm…seems like you’re resisting.” You hear the clink of metal as he grabs your arms in one hand and places his handcuffs on them. He then returns his hand back to your breast, sliding it under your shirt as the fingers of his other hand pushes that thin strip of fabric to the side.

Byakuya sinks two of his slim fingers inside your warm heat. “Gotta make sure you’re not hiding anything in here.” He thrusts in slowly, methodical, each one well timed to make you cry out as he stroked through your gummy walls.

Byakuya showed you little to no mercy as he fucks you with just his fingers. Your fingers dig into your palms as you struggle to stand on your shaking legs. Each time you would buckle, he would grab the cuffs and make you stand back up straight. “Stand up.” He orders, his tone leaving no room for objection. “Your full body search is not over yet.”

He increases the pace of his fingers, adding a third to stretch you out thoroughly. Your voice comes out in a chorus of moans as you grab the roof of yoru car, pushing back against his hands so that he would continuously rub against that spongy sweet spot he found earlier. “Oh, fuck…oh god…mmm…’m g’nna cum.”

“Byakuya.” He said simply. “Officer Byakuya Kuchiki.”

You moan out his name in broken bits as he brought you to your first climax with just his fingers. Your thighs trembled and shook as your chest heaved from the intense orgasm he’d just given you. As you try to catch your breath, you feel him slide your panties down your legs as he bunches your skirt up over your hips. “Bya…” You couldn’t finish your question as he went down to his knees and licked a wet stripe through your glistening folds.

He spreads your cheeks as he licks your pussy from the back. “It would seem that I need to thoroughly search you.” His tongue probes at your drooling slit, your slick coating it in its sweetness. Byakuya smacks his hands against your ass when you wiggle, trying to get away from his quick lashes. “Stop resisting.” He slurps on your pussy, tip of his tongue teasing your puffy lttle clit.

“Byakuya, sir, m’g’nna cum. Please?” You look at him over your shoulder, tears brimming in your eyes. The lewd sounds of him sucking on your cunt from behind rang in your ears. You could feel that white hot coil of heat burning low in your belly, tightening to the point of snapping. “I need…” You didn’t get to finish as Byakuya pushed two fingers back inside, thrusting in and out at such a quick pace. The thread snapped and you creamed on his tongue and fingers.

Slowing down his fingers, he pulled away and licked at the fluid that coats his chin. Byakuya unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down just enough to free his hard cock. Spinning you around, the cop quickly picks you up and carries you over to the hood of your car. Laying you back, he lines up with your dripping hole. “Ready for inspection?”

You could only nod dumbly as he grabbed the cuffs’ chain and pulled you down onto his awaiting dick. A moan rises up as he stretches you out as he starts thrusting at a leisurely pace. Your tits bounces in the tight pink shirt from the force of each deep well timed snap of his hips. “Oh god. Oh fuck. Feels so good.”

Heavy balls smack against the curve of your ass as Byakuya fucks into faster, his belt buckle hitting the side of your car in a rhythmic motion. One hand stays clenched around the cuffs on your wrists while the other grips your hip as he pressed your knees to your chest, stroking deeper into your warm, gushing cunt.

“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you. Letting me fuck you to get out a simple speeding ticket?” He taunts as he moves his hand from the cuffs to your puffy little clit.

You clench down tighter on his when he touches that little bundle of nerves. “Oh fuck!” You scream out, cunt spasming around his length. You could feel your high quickly building back up as you claw at the restraints he has around your wrists. You wanted to hold him closer and kiss him but he tied you up so you couldn’t do that. “Please? Want a kiss, Byakuya. Just one.”

Byakuya stops thrusting at your request. This was supposed to be a simple romp. An escape from his harsh mentality. His grey eyes flicker down to your parted lips, studying the curve of them and how plump and inviting they looked.

Throwing his rules and morals out for a second, Byakuya gave into his desires. Leaning over you, he places his lips against yours in a slow kiss as he resumes thrusting deeply into your sloppy cunt.

Whimpering against his mouth, you feel your second oragsm approaching quickly. Moving your cuffed hands up to cup his face in your fingers, that tight ball of heat in your lower belly snaps and you cum hard around his cock. Your moans turn into whines as he kept fucking you through your high. But you didn’t dare break away from his kiss because you knew as soon as you did, the intimacy between you would fade away.

Feeling your cream around his dick, your juices gushing out with each thrust he gave your dripping cunt made his balls tighten up. Byakuya breaks away from the kiss to stare down into your eyes. He was nearing his own end, his cock twitching with your gummy walls. He thrusts become sloopier as his hips snap into yours.

“Fuck…” he curses lowly. He didn’t want to pull out, but the cop knew that he should. “Pussy trying to milk my cock. Such a greedy thing, I see.”

You desperately wanted him to cum inside. You needed to feel his hot seed filling your pussy; to feel it drip out of you. You open your mouth to beg him not to pull out, but it morphs into a whimper when he is already slipping out of your spasming walls.

“No…” You whisper, watching him fist his dick in his hands until his warm cum spills on your belly. “Such a waste…” you whine out as you scoop it up on your fingers and bring it up to your mouth.

Byakuya rubs his cock over your mound for a few seconds to gather himself and to make sure that all his seed is spent. Grabbing the keys to remove the handcuffs from your wrists and pulling up his pants to tuck his softening cock back inside, he says, “You’re free to go.” As he begins to walk back to his squad car, he looks at you over his shoulder. “And I wasn’t even going to give you a ticket. Just a warning.”

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itjazzbicch · 1 year ago

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Same Old, New Love

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x Fem Reader

First time writing for Byakuya, so I hope I did well!

Summary: After years of marriage, the read finally decides to open up to Byakuya about trying a new style in the bedroom...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight hair pulling, slight swearing)

Word Count: 0.9k

"What do you mean, dear?"

After being married to Byakuya for so long, I was still nervous about the idea I had in mind that was concerned with our sex life.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, maybe this time we can try something new?" I thought that I chose a bad time to ask this question, as he was already on top of me, ready to go about his usual ways.

"Something new?"

"Yeah," I answered shyly, cheeks filling with an anxious warmth, recommending as an attempt to take this somewhere, "I was thinking of being a bit rougher than we normally are, that's all."

"Rougher, hm?" He hummed, thinking for a moment before guiding my hips clockwise, "Are you okay with this position?"

"I like how you're thinking right now," I gladly fixed my posture, now on my knees in doggy style, his whisper flowing into my ear, giving me goosebumps all over:

"Are you sure you can handle it if I give it to you rough?"

"I'm sure, Byakuya," I whispered looking back, arms stretching out to grip the sheets, jaw locking with a loud whine as he pushed his cock into me, hips smacking off my ass.

"Tell me," The softness of his hand running up my back against all my goosebumps made the tingle in my body intensify, pulling my head up by my hair a little, keeping a slow pace but slamming his hips into me, tip nudging my cervix, "Do you like it like this?"

"Y-Yes!" The moans jumping from my throat made it hard to respond as he sent another thrust, practically begging when I asked, "Just a little faster?"

Letting go of my hair and finding my hips, he pulled them up a bit higher, walls instantly squeezing his cock harder the moment he rolled his hips quicker, keeping the same amount of strength behind them, having me cry out:

"Byakuya!"

"Want me to stop?" His grip on my thighs was the one thing keeping me up considering my legs started to shake almost violently, there was a slight pain in my back when I raised my hips higher for him, head buried into the mattress as I shook my head:

"No! I'm r-really close, love!"

Another squeeze of my walls had him groaning, but nodding and obliging, driving me closer, sharing the moan that came out of me as my head shot up, panting and shaking at the overwhelming tensity I felt all over.

"Damn," He breathed in, slowing down and watching all the slick that squelched over his cock and thighs.

Stopping suddenly made me concerned, looking back at him and before I could speak, he grabbed me by the wrists, pulling me up against his chest, holding me while throwing his hips up into me, cock nearly splitting me in two.

"You can cum for me again, can't you, dear?"

"Mhm!" Every noise I tried to make got caught in my throat, the speed and friction not phasing him, moving effortlessly and his cock hitting each sensitive nerve in me.

He was trying to get me to that place again even quicker this time, one hand squeezing and teasing my breasts, lips leaving kisses along my neck, two fingertips at my clit, working into tempo with his hips.

My hands found his forearms, clinging and trying so hard to maintain the same posture, the shakes coming back more vicious than before, body steaming in heat and feeling as if I were going to snap in two.

"Just one more time," He knew I wasn't going to last much longer like this, the fingers on my clit rubbing even quicker as he felt my walls growing tighter again, fighting his noises as he was close to his own high, the tone of his deepening voice help unravel me, "Cum for me again, love."

An arm wrapping around my hip gave no space for him to pull out some, only drilling into me and earning more filthy moans, nails grazing his skin as I clung harder to him, all the noises stuck in my chest practically ripping out of my throat:

"C-Cuming! I'm cuming! Hold me tighter, Byakuya!"

He did just that, resting his head on my shoulder as mine fell back against his, getting the same squelch almost exactly as before, groaning louder than I ever heard with an agonizingly slow thrust, barely able to move properly from the death grip I had around him.

All I could focus on was the heat I felt from him, how hard his cock was twitching between the friction he caused, strings of his steaming seed shooting into me, hearing his hard pants in my ear, words getting caught on a ragged breath a little:

"I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"You were fucking incredible," I breathed out hollowly, my swearing showing my seriousness as I wasn't one to swear often, going to sit up just to collapse against our bed, "Absolutely incredible, Byakuya."

"I'm glad," The shakiness in his hands showed that he was going through his own wave of intensity, but still sweet enough to rub my back and hips softly, pulling out and knowing I'd surely feel it, my slight whine showing that.

Everything from my hips down ached, but never felt so good, feeling him ooze out of me, his eyes fixed on the sight while his hands continued to try and help my tense muscles relax, leaving a smile on my face as he leaned over to kiss my cheek:

"You lay and relax while I go start us a shower."

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jplupine · 1 year ago

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Day 5: Byakuya Kuchiki ~ Heavy Petting

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~3.7k Date Published: October 5, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Tengu!Byakuya, Sub!Byakuya, Small Dom/Big Sub, Exophilia, Cuddling for Warmth, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Handjob, Heavy Petting, Praise, Teasing, Hair Pulling Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Wynter also uses the term 'birdie' to refer to Byakuya. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Wynter encounters a tengu after getting lost while hunting an oni....

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Sitting at the low table as the scent of tea drifted toward my nose, I watched the man pour the freshly brewed tea into two cups. But....did he really count as a man? He had a set of multi-colored wings resting on his back and a red mask over the top half of his face indicative of a tengu.

He'd found me wandering in the woods and brought me back here since I was incredibly lost. I'd been following a blue oni that had been terrorizing a village and somehow ended up on some mountain with the trees colored by autumn.

"What is your name, human?" His voice was low and smooth.

"Wynter." I answered as he passed me a cup. He clearly had been trained in etiquette and was graceful in his movements. "What's yours?" I asked out of curiosity and to try and continue the conversation. He seemed to hesitate and think about it before answering.

"Byakuya."

"And where am I?" I carefully picked up the teacup and paused to watch him take a drink first. Once he did, I tasted the tea. It was warm and mellow with an herbal scent.

"You're in the Spirit World. I advise you to stay here until I can return you to your world. It is not safe in this world for a mortal to wander." His eyes dropped to my sword. "Even if you are carrying a weapon."

"You'd really let an armed stranger stay in your home?"

"If you were aware of who I am, you would know you stand no chance of harming me."

"Because you're a tengu?"

"Because I'm a noble with more power than a mortal such as yourself could muster." His voice was steady as he looked at me. He was so matter-of-fact.

"How long will it take for me to get back home?"

"A few days. I'll have to fill out paperwork and go through the proper channels of opening a portal back to your world."

"I'm assuming just opening portals is frowned upon."

"It is for humans."

"Great." I sighed.

"How did you get here?"

"I was following an oni."

"You're a hunter?"

"Sort of. I get some extra money getting rid of yokai attacking villages." I replied before taking another drink.

"And only those that attack villages?"

"I'm here now, aren't I?"

"You did try attacking me in the forest."

"In my defense, I thought you were going to eat me then." I waved my hand, and Byakuya scoffed. His pale lips curled in a smile, and I could already tell he was pretty under his mask. "Think that's funny, do you?"

"I don't eat mortals that reek of sweat and grime." His voice didn't falter at all while he was smirking. Grabbing the front of my yukata, I pulled it up to sniff it.

"Oh." Was all I could say as my eyebrows rose. I really did stink. "I have been hunting that oni for quite some time."

"I'll have a bath run for you." Byakuya stated before taking a drink from his cup.

The hot water was soothing my aching muscles as I scrubbed away the dirt from my skin. I washed from head to toe and made sure to get under my nails as well. It felt so good to bathe in a big tub and with such fine soaps.

I had definitely lucked out having Byakuya being the one to find me. A tengu, and nobility no less, that was willing to help.

Sighing when I finally got out of the water with pruned fingers, I grabbed the plush towel hanging from a rack to dry off. I'd been given a clean yukata as well that was a few sizes too big but would work for now. Pulling on the plain black fabric, I got dressed before exiting the room.

Byakuya was already waiting in the hallway with his hands in his sleeves. He glanced down at me before turning away.

"This way. And stay close. Others here may not take kindly to your presence."

"Would they kick me out?"

"They would eat you." His response was blunt, but I appreciated it. "In here." He slid open a door, and I saw that it was a bedroom. I walked in, and Byakuya watched me closely. "You know nothing of nobility, do you?"

"Not really. Why?"

"Your behavior. You've even turned your back on me several times now."

"Oh. Well, I'll be gone in a few days. Try not to take it personally, I'm just a street rat commoner after all." I chuckled before pausing when I saw all the things in the room. From the desk to the wardrobe and other small items and furniture decorating the room told me this was not a guest room. "....Whose room is this?"

"Mine." Byakuya said while shutting the door.

"I thought-"

"I told you, some here will try to eat you, Wynter. So long as you're near me, that won't happen." He then seemed to get irritated when he saw the futons set up next to each other. "I told them to put it in the corner." Byakuya muttered before softly sighing.

"Hey, I don't stink anymore. It should be fine."

"You're still a mortal."

"So?"

"What makes you think I want you that close to me?"

"You don't have a lot of friends, do you?" I questioned, and he seemed surprised. "C'mon, they were nice enough to do all this for you. Just think of it as a sleepover." I then set my sword down next to the smaller futon.

"I can smell how nervous you are, Wynter. There's no need to pretend you're not."

"Yeah, well....it's more for me. Maybe if I pretend I'm more relaxed, I might actually relax." I muttered while pulling back the blanket. "I'm in the fucking Spirit World. That's wild enough."

"I see." Byakuya looked at me for a second before reaching up to take off his mask. It clicked as it came off from the red piece that had the mask's horns and circled around his head. And, sure enough, he was a beautiful man underneath with red markings over his eyebrows and at the outer corners of his eyes.

He set the mask down and began to take out his hair ornaments. I simply watched out of curiosity as I sat on the futon. His wings loosely hung from his back as he took off several layers and went around the feathered appendages.

Byakuya finally came toward his bed when he was stripped down to the base layer of his clothes. He didn't say a word as he laid down under his blanket and tucked in his wings close to his back. He laid on his side facing away from me, and I scoffed.

"Thanks, by the way."

"You're welcome." Byakuya responded with a quiet voice, and I laid down while rolling onto my side with my back facing him. It was silent in the dark room, and I curled up under my blanket from the chill that settled in.

I could only assume Byakuya didn't notice because of him being a tengu, but the cold mountain air filled the room. I thought the blanket would be enough to keep me warm, but it wasn't. I couldn't get to sleep and started shivering with my hands tucked under my arms and my legs pulled up closer to my chest.

I was tired from traveling and the hectic day I had, but it was impossible to get comfortable enough to sleep. The temptation to snoop around for another blanket crossed my mind. However, I didn't think Byakuya would appreciate waking up to me rifling around in his things.

A heavy sigh came from behind me before my blanket was moved and an arm snaked around my waist. I was pulled back until I was near another body and a blanket dropped over me. Before I could say anything, Byakuya was talking.

"I can't sleep with your teeth chattering."

"It's autumn in the mountains. It's freezing in here." I retorted and could feel the warmth from his body seeping through my clothes.

"Are you still cold?"

"....Not really." I cleared my throat while looking at the wall straight ahead. Byakuya sighed and pulled me closer. With my back against his chest, I could feel his body heat even more. I could also feel his breath hitting the back of my head as his wings shifted to get more comfortable.

Byakuya left his arm around my waist, and his breathing slowed as if he was drifting off to sleep. And now that I was warm, my eyelids were becoming heavy. So what if a tengu was cuddling me? I was exhausted.

Falling asleep had been much easier once I was no longer cold. However, I woke up sometime after and didn't feel as if I'd gotten much sleep. It was still dark in the room as well, so it was still nighttime.

As clarity came to my tired mind, I could feel panting against the back of my neck since Byakuya had his face pressed into my hair. I groggily wondered if he was having a nightmare from how he breathed and shook. His hand was even gripping tightly to the front of my yukata.

Slowly blinking, it was perhaps from how I was still half asleep that I decided to roll over and offer Byakuya some comfort. I just closed my eyes and slid my arm over his side while laying close to still be warm. I was going to go back to sleep, but something felt off.

It was too quiet now.

Byakuya's panting had immediately ceased and he was tense. Gradually opening my eyes to check on him, I saw that his eyes were wide open and his cheeks were dark. His pale eyes looked nearly black from how wide his pupils were, and he seemed shocked.

Even if I was half asleep, I wasn't an idiot. Looking down, I saw one of his hands pressed against his pelvis with a bump sticking out between his fingers. Byakuya seemed to snap out of his shock and quickly rolled over while wrapping his wings around himself out of shame.

"You picked me up in the woods 'cause you're a pervert, huh?" I popped off.

"I-I am not!"

"You were masturbating behind me while I was sleeping."

"That's not-"

"Do I look like an idiot? Don't answer that- You'll probably say yes." I quickly added while propping myself up on my elbow. "What happened to not even wanting me near you?"

"Go back to sleep."

"Do you have a human fetish?"

"No!" He snapped at me as he tensed even more. I felt a smirk pull at my lips. "Just go back to sleep."

"Why? So you can finish masturbating?"

"No."

"Fine." I laid down close to Byakuya's back and dropped my arm over his side.

"What are you doing?"

"It's even colder than earlier." I replied while having my chest flush against his back. He was still so tense and no doubt embarrassed. His feathers lying against my arm were also incredibly soft almost like silk.

I couldn't think of any other time a situation like this would happen, so I decided to take advantage of it.

There was a patch of skin on the back of his neck visible from his hair parting, and I brushed my lips against it. Byakuya's wings shivered, and I licked.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you what you want."

"I didn't say I wanted this." He muttered as my hand drifted down his torso without him stopping me.

"So, what? You clinging to me while touching yourself is just a coincidence?" I questioned as my fingers slowly drifted over his erection. His breath faltered, but he still didn't push my hand away. "You're so warm." My voice was low as I pushed even closer to his body and trailed my fingers closer to the tip of his cock.

Byakuya's hips bucked into my touch, and it was then that he grabbed my wrist. He took in a shaky breath and took a second to gather himself.

"I am nobility, human."

"So?"

"I can't do this."

"Why not?" I asked, and he sighed with frustration.

"As the head of my clan, I cannot risk a bastard tarnishing my name." His words made my eyebrows raise. "I know what you are, human. I can smell it."

"There are other things we can do, then." I licked the back of his neck again, and his breath faltered. "I can still help you with this." My finger traced along the shaft of his cock, making his wings shiver. Sliding one of my knees between his legs, I felt his grip on my wrist tighten.

"What....What do you propose?"

"Just touching. You won't have to worry about any bastard then."

"Why would you want to do such a thing?"

"Because you're helping me, and I'd like to show my gratitude. You're also a very beautiful man, Byakuya." My tone was close to a purr, and when I said his name, he pressed my hand against himself.

I stroked his dick through his clothes, and he slowly started to relax. His hips began to gently rock into my hand as I kissed his neck after sweeping his long hair out of the way. Byakuya grunted when my fingers went over the tip of his cock.

He then rolled over with his wings out of the way to hold me as he ground his hips into my hand. His hand was in a tight fist as he held the back of my yukata, and I kissed just beneath his jaw. He swallowed before leaning his head back to give me better access to his throat.

Byakuya had been so blunt and cold earlier, I never would've expected this to happen. Kissing down the side of his neck, I slipped my hand inside his yukata and found that he didn't have any underwear on. Byakuya's breath wavered as I wrapped my fingers around his cock.

"You smell so good...." He spoke barely above a whisper, and I smiled against his neck.

"Is that why you couldn't keep from touching yourself?"

"Yes." Byakuya's throat bobbed from him swallowing. His hips bucked as he grunted.

"You can touch me." I muttered, and he gently grabbed the front of my yukata to pull it off my shoulder. His lips brushed down the side of my neck as his warm breath fanned over my skin. Byakuya trailed his hand down my side while kissing my shoulder delicately.

He found the knot of my belt and untied it before sliding the fabric back to expose more of my chest and torso. His warm palm was against my bare skin and pushed lower to grab my hip. I stopped stroking to undo his belt as well, and Byakuya pulled away from my neck to look down at my body.

He said nothing while running his hand down my hip and thigh. Byakuya grabbed the back of my knee to pull my leg over his before his fingers trailed up my inner thigh with a feather-light touch.

"How do you have so few scars?"

"I'm good at my job." I replied while opening the front of his yukata to see that he was toned and lean. "I thought nobles lazed about all day having others do things for them." My hand went down his abs, and his wings twitched.

"Don't compare me to mortal nobles. I'm a warrior still." Byakuya's hand hesitated at the apex of my thighs before touching me. His fingers slid against me from the wetness that had accumulated, and he closed his eyes for a second while letting out a slow breath.

My hand reached the base of his cock as his fingers pushed between my lips. Byakuya's fingertips gathered up slick as they stroked back and forth. When he finally pressed against my clit, I softly moaned.

"You sound sweeter than I imagined." Byakuya muttered into my skin as his lips brushed up the side of my neck. He kissed just beneath my jaw while rubbing circles over my clit, and my hips bucked when he added pressure.

Stroking his cock made him grunt near my ear. He was so hot and hard against my palm, and my thumb swiped over the tip, smearing precum across the head. Byakuya groaned before nipping my ear with his surprisingly sharp teeth.

His fingers slid back and pushed inside. I moaned since he had already started curling his two fingers. There was something about Byakuya as if he craved to touch and to be touched. His hesitations were gone as his face was now right in front of mine.

Our noses touched before his lips ghosted across mine. Byakuya slightly tilted his head and kissed me. His soft lips only intensified the pleasure as sparks danced across my skin. As he kissed me, his other hand slid into my hair to cradle the back of my head.

He leaned forward, deepening the kiss as his tongue slid into my mouth and the butt of his palm pressed against my clit. I moaned, and Byakuya devoured the sound. I nearly forgot to keep stroking his cock had it not been for the buck of his hips.

Wet sounds mixed with moans and panting filled the room with the occasional rustle of Byakuya's wings. His tongue caressed mine with a gentle hunger that made me feel weak. My hips rocked with his hand, and he pulled away from the kiss with a bridge of saliva stretching between our mouths.

"More." Byakuya muttered.

"What?"

"More." He pushed me back while moving on top of me with his wings spread and stretching across the room. Byakuya was panting as his long hair spilled over his shoulders. He had a predatory gaze, and his cock was leaking more precum.

His hips lowered toward mine, trapping his cock between his pelvis and my pussy. He faltered from feeling the heat and wetness against him. Byakuya ground his hips into mine, rubbing his shaft against my clit.

Draping my legs over his hips provided a better angle, and he moaned as his wings twitched. It took what little self-control I had left to not flip him onto his back and start fucking him. He was just so gorgeous, and I was throbbing as each sound he made went straight to my core.

Reaching up to cup his face in my hands, I guided him down into a kiss. He pressed his body against mine while still rutting and grunting from the wet friction against his cock. Byakuya found a steady rhythm that felt good for both of us, and my fingers slid into his soft hair.

"Go a little harder." I panted, and he obliged, making me moan.

"You're a hunter yet allow me to do this?" Byakuya muttered while looking at me through half-opened eyes.

"I told you, I only go after the ones terrorizing villages."

"Would you come for me even if I didn't accost villagers?"

"Why? Would you like to see me again?" I smirked, and he groaned.

"Yes."

"I think that's just your dick talking."

"I don't care." Byakuya panted while shaking his head. "You don't know how long it's been since I've been touched." He grunted and kept grinding his cock between my wet lips. "Nobility bullshit." His cursing took me by surprise, and I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip.

"We're breaking rules, aren't we?"

"Many."

"Oh? Mr. Proper really is a bad little birdie." I smirked as his wings flapped when he groaned.

"I....am a noble."

"And look at what you're doing with a human." I had a teasing tone while playing with his top lip with my thumb. Seeing his sharp teeth, I heard a sound akin to a growl coming from his chest. Byakuya licked the pad of my thumb before gently nipping. "I wouldn't mind helping you relieve stress, Byakuya." I purred his name, and he shuddered.

"You're more dangerous than I had expected."

"You know....if you can find contraceptive tomorrow- Ngh~!- you can actually fuck me." I said, and Byakuya's hips bucked.

"I'll let the house now I'll be educating you in our etiquette in the morning."

"That eager?"

"I can feel how hot....and wet you are. It's so hard to not just push inside." Byakuya groaned as his wings shivered. "I want to listen to you really moan."

"I can't wait." My response made him smirk, and I was melting beneath him. The way his lips curled upward and his eyes were so full of lust as his cock rubbed against my clit made my heart flutter.

I could get used to being Byakuya's secret fuck.

There would definitely be perks that came with it too. A hot bath, a warm bed, and good sex.

"Pull my hair, birdie." Byakuya did as told, fisting his hand in my hair and pulling to make my head tilt back. I moaned, and his mouth latched onto my neck. We were chest to chest as he kissed and licked my throat.

My toes curled as my back arched with my thighs squeezing his sides. Byakuya was clinging to me as he rutted and groaned. Even his wings couldn't stay still as they began to twitch and shudder more.

He was finally getting close and pulled away as his wings were slightly flapping. His hands gripped the futon beneath me, and he was groaning with his mouth wide open. Byakuya looked divine as he came, cock twitching and spurting cum all over my stomach. He kept thrusting until the last drop dribbled down the head of his dick.

Byakuya barely moved as he was panting just to shove his fingers into my pussy. I jolted and moaned, and he was pumping and curling his fingers with the sole purpose of making me cum. When his thumb pressed against my clit and rubbed in circles, I shuddered and came around his fingers.

He had me ride out the waves of my orgasm while prolonging it as long as possible. As I was trying to catch my breath and feeling utter bliss, Byakuya was looking down at me.

"Dangerous, indeed." He muttered before leaning down to lick some of the cum off my stomach while making eye contact. I smirked and brushed my fingers through his hair to get it out of the way as I watched him clean his mess.

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m-ayo-o · 1 year ago

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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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kaedeakeshisworld · 2 years ago

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Apparences trompeuses

wc:1179

cw: Rukia is reader san's friend, reader san falls into a trap, Byakuya has sweet tooth and short temper 😯 (slight ooc here because he swears, drunk he is a 180 of his usual self, hella bold “ who is this guy?” and has a modified tongue 😜), reader wants Byakuya but won't admit(mtchew 🙄🤣 girl you're doing too much ) marking, Byakuya is going to let her know what she does to him and she is not ready✨ fingering, cunnilingus, sir kink, praise kink, pet names such as baby, honey and babe.

gist: You have never seen your manager angry so you're on a mission to witness this side of his…

cs: Finally simping for Byakuya insert emoji here what’s new still this doesn't change the fact that Kyoraku san has been hubby since day one 🤩🥰😊😍😘… what can I say I am greedy 🤭😝

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Such delicate traits. His long expert fingers wielding weapons. His voice echoes in your head. You also want to know how he would sound moaning your name.

As much as you want to deny it, you want him to ruin you but it makes you wonder… is there anything that can make him snap out of his stoic nature. Well, maybe you have to ask his sister Rukia. She knows him better than anyone else.

“Hey girl!”

“Hi girl, long time no see.”

“What’s the tea today?”

“It’s about your brother.”

“Okay. Ask me anything, I’ll deliver.”

“Does he ever get angry?”

“Uh,” she ponders on that question for a bit before answering “not that I know of”

“Really?” you deadpan

“Why?”

“I thought he would.”

“Well, I’ll just ask him.”

Rukia messages her brother and he replies right away and she lets you see the message. You finally know what angers him people that do not keep their promises. Well, you have to try this on him at least once because yes karma will get you but you will see him angry.

You promised your manager that you would drop some red velvet cupcakes at his place but you actually gave him the wrong day on purpose. And that resulted in your phone getting so many calls you thought that would not stop. He left a voicemail too where you hear him swear for quite some time, hehe maybe you have to make him angry more often.

You had them with you but you decided to deliver them yourself without telling him anything. It didn’t take you long to get to his place by car, a twenty minute car ride.

You ring his doorbell and you find him in grey sweatpants visibly drunk and you smile because that’s what you can do for this moment. He lets you in, his dick print is prominent too, anyways you better get out of here before your mind plays tricks on you. Having sex with your manager is not part of this week's schedule, it can really mess things up. As you put down the box of sweets you tell him

“I’m sorry, I mixed up the date for this delivery with something else that won't happen again!”

He closes the distance so fast that just as you try to escape he puts you on the kitchen isle and says while gazing into your soul

“Of course it won’t, honey. Do you know how long I have been waiting to have you like this?”

He caresses your cheek, takes your hand and kisses it. His eyes never do leave yours. At this rate, he is going to eat you alive. You have to escape but you can’t help and feel pulled towards him. There is a large divergence between the one you interact with everyday at work and this version before you is raw, thrilling and you have to explore it.

“How long?”

“From the first day you became my subordinate”

He leaves open mouthed kisses on your neck, bites your collar, sucks on your neck juncture and continues his monologue.

“Those skirts that perfectly hug your behind always had me with a hard on for the first few weeks”

“When you leaned down on my desk to ask for help because you didn’t understand something about the club rules and your tits were on my face” he laughs “you gave me a hard time”

“But, I still think the worst one was for the inauguration of the new club in the other city and you came with a body con dress that absolutely had me starstruck. I couldn’t move and I was as red as a tomato. My sister thought my allergies were getting the best of me in spring.”

“It’s only now that you are brave enough to tell me all this”

“Don’t get insolent on me now, this can only get better. It’s a win-win situation for both of us.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lay down for me babe, I’ll give you the night of your life”

He takes off your heels and your undies. He kisses all the way from your feet up to your genitals and when he breathes over it, your clit throbs with excitement. He doesn’t dive in yet, he uses his fingers first. He accumulates a good amount of leaking slick and spreads your puffy labia majora to expose your bead. He uses his thumb at first, drawing slow circles on your delicate flesh. His eyes are steadily watching your chest rise and fall. Beautiful cries quit your mouth and how your hips respond to his touch. He decides to ditch his thumb and put his mouth on your glistening sex. He has to taste it.

The first lick you feel on your pearl is odd, you know there is something off about his tongue. You’ll figure it out later. Now, he is feasting on you so just enjoy the moment. It feels so good, too good to be true you think. He stops his current task to let you know

“Your nectar is divine. I don’t think I am letting you go before I give you at least six orgasms on my tongue, so let’s get to work sweetie!”

That peculiar mouth muscle. He knows what he is doing but at the same time he tends to prolong your build up to reach climax. What a cheeky bastard you’ve got. He adds his middle finger alongside his ring finger and starts pumping your vagina gradually. Gosh, if this is heaven then you don’t want it to end. To be sprawled on your manager’s kitchen aisle, getting eaten out by him and he is holding your hand??! Your poor heart cannot handle all of this so you try to muffle your moans as much as you can and this doesn’t go unnoticed so he stops. He pulls his fingers out of your vagina, lifts his mouth off of your clit and there you see it. Do you say it or not?

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I didn’t say anything” You get up from lying on your back.

“I know. There’s the problem. If I cannot hear that I am making you feel good I will stop whatever I am doing. Is that clear?”

“Yep”

“That’s not how you’re meant to reply”

Ah, he’s back. That dude from work, huh!

“Yes sir”

“Much better. Also, do not quiet down your moans. You have a lovely voice and I love to hear it.”

“Can I see it”

“See…” He knows what you mean but he wants you to say it

“Your…” unintelligible sound

“I didn’t catch that honey so tell me what you would like to see”

Why is he doing this? Can’t he just show it to you without making you say it like excuse me? The Nerve!?

“Can you show me your tongue, please”

“See you can do this, my baby is so polite”

Yes, he has a forked tongue

“Satisfied with what your eyes witness”

“Yes sir”

“Good girl”

Part 20 of Pride series

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shes-so-insane · 1 year ago

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Dangerous Game

(Byakuya Kuchiki x F!Reader)

Warnings: bit rough, some painful bits. SMUT dom!Byakuya

(I plan on writing soft byakuya smut too dw!)

Synopsis: You and your captain are having a spar, but he's starting to get especially irritated with your snarky behavior.. and decides to correct it.

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"you are an arrogant one" Byakuya says through clenched teeth.

His sword is at the ready, both of you are panting from fighting.

"am I arrogant, or are you just surprised by my strength? Looks like you're bleeding a little." You smirk back at him.

Byakuya flashsteps to you and grabs your face.

"are you... disrespecting me Y/N?"

There's a glimmer of rage in his eyes. You decide to take the risk, and stick your tongue out at him. You were surely playing with fire. He clenched his jaw, and leaned his face closer to you.

"you do understand that you are beneath me?" He says coldly, as he stares in your eyes. His pale blue eyes seem to stab holes in you.

You hesitate, deciding whether or not to keep messing with him.

"you're awfully.. close, captain. Do you get this physical with your other subordinates, or just me?"

You give him a little playful wink. A fire ignites in his eyes. He squeezes your mouth open, and spits in it.

"you are not worthy of my touch.. however, your actions must be corrected."

Your eyes widen at his actions. You weren't expecting him to react that way. But that isn't stopping the heat from growing in between your legs with his touch and saliva in your mouth.

"oh, so you want to correct me, that right?"

You bite down on your lip and stare at his lips. He notices this, but doesn't give you the satisfaction you need. Instead, he smacks your face away and takes a step back.

"undress, now."

Your face turns completely red as he demands this of you. His face is still so expressionless.

"but.. captain we're out in the open?"

That answer did not satisfy him. He grabs your throat and pulls you close to him. You can smell his cologne.

"are you disobeying my orders again? Stupid girl"

With a swift motion, he picks you up and flashsteps you to his office.

"now, undress. Or I'll do it for you."

Embarrassed, you strip yourself so you're just in your underwear and bra. His eyes search your body lustfully. He lets out a low growl and comes over, taking off your bra with one hand and ripping your underwear with the other. You let out a gasp as he speaks to you sharply.

"clearly you did not understand, I say to undress. Now, put your hands on the desk. Don't mess up my papers either."

You do as he says, bending over and putting your hands on his desk. After a moment, you feel a sharp sting on your bottom, followed by a soothing hand to relish the pain. You look back at him with a shocked face.

"did I say you could look?"

He grabs you by the back of your neck and holds it against the desk. With his other hand, he traces his fingers along your folds.

"Look how wet you are, silly girl. You enjoy having your captain punish you, don't you?"

He lets out a low growl as he shoves three of his slender delicate fingers in you. He seems pleased hearing you mewl.

After a few moments, his fingers pull away. You turn to look at him, but before you can he fully bottoms out inside you. You let out a loud yelp and he quickly covers your mouth with his hand. He leans down to your ear.

"you will be silent. there is a meeting just behind those doors. You don't want them to hear you scream, do you? There will be silence."

You nod your head desperately as he shamelessly pounds into you. He lets out some soft grunts making you insanely hot. He grabs you by your throat and lifts you up to his still clothed chest.

"look at me. Look at me while I fuck the stupidity out of your mindless disrespectful brain. Tell me, does it feel good?"

"yes Captain..."

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Ending it there for your imagination plus I don't want to ruin it because I'm a terrible writer!

Thanks for the support guys <3 please send in requests!!!

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brittscafe · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 16

Kinktober Day 16: Edging, Byakuya Kuchiki x female reader.

Your legs are spread, thighs squeezing Byakuya's head as his tongue laps at your wet pussy. Whimpers and moans leave your lips as you squirm in his tight grasp.

Byakuya's large hands are holding your hips, pressing you down into the bed. Just when you feel your release coming up, Byakuya pulls his face away from your core.

The cold air suddenly on your cunt makes you pout and whine.

"Byakuya, why did you stop?" you whine out, clenching the bedsheets. Byakuya licks his lips covered in your arousal and he climbs on top of you.

The back of your thighs rest on his and his thumb presses down on your clit. You gasp at the sudden relief on your throbbing core and Byakuya leans over you.

"Be patience, y/n. I promise to give you anything you want. I just want to take my time," he reassures you, thumb rubbing your clit gently.

You moan softly as a wave of pleasure courses through your body and you arch your back.

"Byakuya," you call out as he rubs his cock, lubing it with your arousal. He grabs onto the head of his cock and lines it up with your entrance, slowly pushing inside.

Byakuya groans heavily as he bottoms out and he pants heavily. Your body is on fire with pleasure, walls clenching around his cock. He dips his head down and places a trail of kisses along your stomach.

You were close to releasing, already on the edge. You dig your fingernails into Byakuya's shoulders and moan loudly as his cock hits your sweet spot.

Your thighs start to tremble and you whimper, clenching your jaw.

He flips you over onto your back, cock slipping out. You don't even have time to react and shoves his cock back inside of your pussy, earning a scream from you. It's like on command, your cum spills out onto his cock and you pant heavily.

You bury your face into the mattress as Byakuya thrusts deep inside of you, groaning loudly. It's not long before he releases his seed inside of you, hot cum filling up your cunt.

"Oh, fuck," Byakuya breathes out, leaning his head down and pressing a soft kiss on your spine. You're exhausted, cum dripping down your thighs and onto the bedsheets.

Byakuya collapses on the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back into his chest.

The performance you gave makes your body tired and you rest against Byakuya's back. His fingers run through your hair and tuck it behind your ear.

"Thank you, my love," Byakuya comments, burying his face into the curve of your neck and nuzzling. His hands rest on your lower stomach and you grab onto them, squeezing them.

Tags: @stygianoir @noyaistall

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 7 months ago

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closing in a few hours if anyone wants to get a few last minute requests in!

Sundae Tropes - Milestone Event - CLOSING TODAY!!!! 🍨

Well, hello everyone! I can’t believe it’s finally happened but we’re celebrating a milestone! 300 followers?! Like what? I want to thank each and every single one of you for supporting my little blog. I love the interaction and going forward, hope to have more engagement with everyone. To celebrate, I thought I’d throw together a little event. This is intended to be an 18+ event, so minors MDNI. Welcome to Sundae Tropes! Open to all my followers and moots!

Give it up for the talented @actuallysaiyan for the super cute banner!

Rules

🍨 Make your sundae!

1. Pick a flavor of ice cream 2. Choose 1 or 2 toppings - One per group 3. Pick a man (or woman) from either Bleach or JJK 4. Please note the waffle cone option if none of the toppings appeal to you

So for example, your request could look something like Chocolate with whipped cream and caramel with Renji.

🍨Please note: Since this is meant to celebrate my moots and followers, I will not be accepting anon requests. Anyone who follows me and wants to submit a request, but are shy to have their name show up, please DM me, and I will add your request to the list and reach out to you separately when I’m done writing, without responding to the ask publicly.

🍨 The reader will by default be written as female unless specified otherwise. Please have a look at my rules for characters I don’t write. All characters are either written as adults or aged up.

🍨Also, since each fandom has certain characters more popular than others, I’m capping the number of requests I receive for these characters.

🍨This will be open for a week (closing April 12th).

🍨I will be writing a good number of these and will be feeding all requests into a random generator to pick what order I’m writing these in.

Flavors

Vanilla - High school sweethearts

Chocolate - Boss/secretary

Strawberry - Enemies to Lovers

Rocky Road - Teacher/student

Cookie dough - Strangers in a foreign city

Coffee - Friends to lovers

Moose Tracks - Fake dating

Mint chocolate chip - Soulmates

Butterscotch - Forced proximity

Cookies and Cream - Marriage pact

Fudge - Captor/Captive

Peanut butter - Secret Billionaire

Butter Pecan- Love Triangle (pick 2 characters)

Birthday cake- Amnesia/Mistaken identity

Cotton Candy- Secret Admirer

Cherry- Return to hometown/reunion love

Toppings (pick up to 2 - one from each group)

Group 1

Sprinkles - Threesome (pick 2 characters)

Whipped cream - Creampie, Breeding Kink

Crushed Oreos - Clit spanking, Nipple play, Bondage

Marshmallow - Teasing, Edging, Toys

Kit Kats - Exhibitionism, Dirty talk, Hair pulling

Maraschino Cherries - Praise kink, Lingerie, Blowjob

Strawberries - Passionate/romantic sex, Emotional bond

M&Ms - Virginity loss, Soft sex, Sweet talking

Group 2

Banana - Doggystyle

Reeses Pieces- Cowgirl

Chocolate-covered pretzels - Missionary

Nutella - Butterfly Position

Caramel - Thirst Position

Gummy bears - Facesitting

Brownie bits - 69

Chocolate chips - Lotus position

Kinks and fetishes not your thing? Want something fluffy and SFW? Add a waffle cone to any flavor! Pick a waffle cone prompt from the list below:

A waffle cone request could look like: Vanilla waffle cone #4 with Gojo

"I'm going on a blind date." "In hopes of them actually being blind?"

"Is there something I can do to make it easier?"

“Don’t you dare walk away right now!”

“Do you miss us?”

"I trust you with all of my heart."

“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.”

“Do you want my jacket?”

"You're all my favorite things about the world concentrated into one person”

"You hugged me like your personal pillow."

“Oh, just shut up, I’m not blushing!”

“Morning cuddles are the best part of the day.”

“Of course I know the way you like your coffee.”

"My heart dances every time I look at you."

Why is your stupid face just so kissable?”

“Your laugh is contagious.”

"I never believed in love at first sight before I met you."

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blueparadis · 2 years ago

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❝ AGAINST THE ROPES ❞ + BYAKUYA KUCHIKI !

( ! )—» f!(dom)reader × switch!byakuya kuchiki, established relationship, Xplicit content { sūb-dōm dynamics, power play, shibari, bdsm themes + play/act , s&m, rope bondage, bdsm terminology } word count ~ 1k | redirect to blog navigation.

( . . . )—» @swanphantasm sorry swan but you'll get a tag everytime i write about him lol. || redirect to blog navigation.

Red ropes entangled along his pecs following a knot into his back at the dip on his waist. Byakuya was seated with his knees kissing the mattress, arms tied at the back. With his blindfold on he was deprived of the beautiful outfit you were wearing tonight, a backless burgundy dress up to your ankles. He was clothed too, in a white shirt and dark burgundy trousers. His hair was loose, with few strands sticking on his temple and warmth pooling under his nape because he had been seated for almost half an hour. His lips part at the sound of your heels fading away.

“Are you comfortable?” You asked walking away to get rid of your stilettoes. Byakuya felt a sharp nudge on his sanity as if someone was poking him with a needle, while you inserted a finger underneath those ropes that aligned with his bulge. “Or is it too tight?” you chimed, yet he did not respond. He just huffed. His collar button was undone giving you a sneaky view of his toned collarbones.

His jaw hardens as your fingers trace along his thighs. “it’s just tight.” he utters coyly biting the inner flesh of his lower lip trying to hide his bashful smirk.

“seems perfect to me.” you kiss the corner of his lips, then onto his neck while your fingers travel down to his chest to unbutton his shirt.

“Do you know what I'm wearing?” You retreat from peppering kisses on his neck and hunch down to reach his belt. “Well. . . Take a guess,” you unbuckle his belt, and pull down the zipper. He feels a light graze of your fingers against his hard-on.

“I don't know. . .maybe nothing. You didn't give me a chance to look” he mutters under his breath knowing full well that if he tilts his head to a side he could easily kiss all the way down to your collarbones. He can hear your soft breathing, smells the cologne, and the jingle of your hoop earrings.

You hunch down a little more, aligning your mouth with his. You are teasing him, he knows you are. He cannot fall for your tricks. That is the main reason why he landed in this predicament. You said he would have a better time if you were to take the wheel for tonight; Secretly, he swore that there would be no more after this. He simply could not resist the urge, to be the first to test those brand-new ropes on.

“No,” you whispered. “I’m wearing the dress you gifted me.” with a swift pull the belt came into your hand. Byakuya could feel his patience ticking off. He has thought of you wearing that dress, fucking you in it, at his cabin but now that you are wearing it he cannot see you even if he wishes to. You noticed him looking in your way, lips parted waiting for you to take them as your breath fanned against his mouth.

The only thought ravaging his mind was to hold your hands above your head, pinning you to the wall and marking all over your nape while you face the wall. Byakuya's hands felt tight, wrists aching as he heard a low chuckle from you. His body jolted, coming out of his fantasy of fucking you in his office as his belt hit the floor. “Untie me, please.” he quipped. No, he almost sounded like he begged. “let me see you . . . ”

“Oh well. That can be done surely.” You walked towards him while he kept moving his head as if he could see you. You tucked a few loose strands behind his warm ear lobes, tracing your fingers from his temple up to his chin. “When we're done —when I'm done playing with you, we'll have to attend the party we've been invited to.” You caresses his jaw and gave it a nudge, he was quick to follow. He stood up and turned around as you guided him so that you could sit at the edge of the bed.

“You can see me there. Where everyone else would be seeing. You and me.” The moment your words fell from your mouth, his jaw clenched while your lips latched onto the tip of his cock. You circle the tip of your tongue around the tip of his cock, kissing it gently, licking off the pre-cum off his fat tip. He is being patient more than his limit already; now all you are doing is testing his sanity.

The fact that his hands are tied, he cannot hold your face, and shove his cock inside your mouth makes it harder for him not to give in. He has imagined where and how you would touch the moment his eyes were covered but now he may not feel the warmth of your mouth. He might just cum if you continue to tease him more with occasional rubbing on his shaft.

But that is not the only thing that infuriates him. You are about to blow him, wearing his favorite dress and all he can do is stand like a statue, see you when you would be smiling among other men and women drowning in those neon lights. Why? He should be the one to see you in that dress, not anyone else.

You took his cock inside your mouth giving it strong sucks, squelching noises filling the room accompanied by his ragged intake of breath. He is trying his best to hold but his thighs spread apart, hips buck up and an exasperated moan escapes from his mouth coming undone all over your dress.

“Ah! Tsk tsk tsk. You ruined the dress.” you coaxed with utmost calm removing the blindfold from his face. At last, he could see you — barely clad, only in flimsy lingerie set. His eyes searched the surroundings but there was no sign of that dress. “Why are your eyes roaming everywhere else when I'm right in front of you? ” you chimed undoing his knots and binds.

“You lied to me.” Eyebrows congested, switching on to your belly where most of his cum spread, hands caging you in almost instantaneously as soon as it was free. You ran your fingers over his nape, watching him close his eyes and savor your touch but only for a moment. You inclined towards him, almost grazing his lips, whispering, “And, I'm willing to pay for it.” you looked into his eyes feeling his hands grasp onto your waist strongly.

A hard slap landed on your hips making you moan sharply. Byakuya flipped you over at ease. who would say that man was under bondage for almost an hour? His hands reached your entrance while the other wrapped around your tummy smearing the cum all over your tummy. “You're so wet, love,” pushing you onto the bed he rasped, “But you're gonna have to bear with it. Just a little longer.”

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muzansfangs · 11 months ago

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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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