#byakuya x hisana

[rainmacaroni]

To have and to hold ,

In sickness and in health ,

[sashi-ya]

🌸 ”桜日和” Hisana & Byakuya for valentine's day ♡~ 🌸

きみとぼくと「桜日和」かぜにゆれてまいもどる まるでながいゆめからさめたようにみあげたさきはももいろのそら ~

Thank u, @dragon-circus for being Byakuya this time and thank you for every day. For this and forever. I love you a thousand years. 🌸

[a-lyoshka]

[v-a-l-e-n-jill-t-i-n-e]

I wish Hisana was a more important character who and would be brought back, because Rukia has had little to no opinions on her since finding out she was her sister. Like never. Even some line alluding to her true feelings regarding Hisana would be kinda cool, but you could argue that maybe she feels a tad bit negative towards her but doesn’t want to confess it since she doesn’t wanna ruin her relationship with Byakuya, and I completely agree that Rukia probably does hold some anger towards her sister for abandoning her in a place that caused her significant trauma, then again she probably feels a bit grateful since she ended up meeting Renji, someone who later goes on to become her husband and father of her child. These conflicting emotions could be perfectly represented, but since Hisana was never a fighter nor a member of the gotei 13 the likely hood of her being detrimental to the story (unless there’s an arc based around Rukia’s family - which probably won’t happen since she doesn’t have any biological family other than Hisana and now ichika) is possibly zero.

Like there’s so many questions regarding Hisana, but we will probably never know since Kubo has kinda shown his disinterest in her story considering her story ended at being Byakuyas wife, and dying with him next to her, and having been a starving mother figure to her sister in the past to the point where she couldn’t take the suffering and was probably convinced Rukia would die regardless due to her poor care taking (and a plethora of other traumas and insecurities she got from Rukon). She got a somewhat “happy ending” since her physical suffering (excluding her illness) had stopped and she found love, but her guilt kept her stranded till her death. I just think it’s cruel irony a year after her death Rukia was found, and she was just out of the grasp.

Anyways thanks for listening to my little rant, if anyone has any good fan fic suggestions with an “alive Hisana” au then I’d love to know!! ❤️

[irlkisukeurahara]

If there's one thing that all Byakuya x OC shippers seem to agree on it's that Byakuya would totally name his son after his dad

[toshiro-taichou]

Bleach Ocs

I just wanted to add this because I was bored and thought why not. I'll be adding art of my ocs with a bit of information in different posts but I thought I might as well add a list here.

Nanami Shiba Shihouin (OG Gotei 13 era).

Chika X Nanami: Takehiko Shihouin (Aftermath of the war with Yhwach with OG Gotei 13).

Chika X Nanami: Fuyuhime Shihouin (Aftermath of the war with Yhwach with OG Gotei 13).

Izanami Kuchiki (Aftermath of the war with Yhwach with OG Gotei 13).

HitsuKarin: Ryu Kurosaki (Next Gen)

HitsuKarin: Kimoto Hitsugaya (Next Gen)

HitsuKarin: Kurayami Hitsugaya (Next Gen)

HitsuKarin: Yukihime Hitsugaya (Next Gen)

HitsuKarin: Takashi Hitsugaya (Next Gen)

IchiRuki: Kaien Kurosaki (Next Gen)

IchiRuki: Ichika Kurosaki (Next Gen)

IchiRuki: Kon Kurosaki (Next Gen)

IchiRuki: Hisana Kurosaki (Next Gen)

IshiHime: Sora Ishida (Next Gen)

IshiHime: Tsukiko Ishida (Next Gen)

IshiHime: Katashi Ishida (Next Gen)

AiHina: Shinkei Aizen (Next Gen)

Naomi Kai (Bleach timeline)

Gin X Naomi: Anonymous Ichimaru (Next Gen)

Gin X Naomi: Hiro Ichimaru (Next Gen)

Sojuro Kusaka (Rebirth)

Kusaka X Yuzu: Kiyoshi Kusaka (Next Gen)

Kusaka X Yuzu: Masaki Kusaka (Next Gen)

Kusaka X Yuzu: Ichiro Kusaka (Next Gen)

ByaHisa: Shinjiro Kuchiki (Next Gen)

UraYoru: Akio Urahara (Next Gen)

ShuuRan: Hanami Hisagi (Next Gen)

ShuuRan: Haru Hisagi (Next Gen)

IkkaYumi: Kosuke Madarame (Next Gen)

ByaHitsu (Made this one for fun and now he's stuck): Shadow Kuchiki (Different Next Gen AU)

[insured-decorative-mug]

A really short fic I wrote about Byakuya and Hisana! It's probably a bit inaccurate because I wrote this a while back when I had just gotten into Bleach, but otherwise...enjoy!

[vanillaxbiscuit]

Happy Birthday Ichika Abarai

[imaginingbleach]

Anonymous

Hihi how would byakuya act around an s/o that looked just like hisana

Byakuya Kuchiki

Depending on when he first meets you, he might very well be in shock

He is typically fairly composed, but he may believe he is hallucinating at first...

Once that settles, he begins to grow curious.

Rukia looking like Hisana made sense... But why did you?

Perhaps you were related but she hadn't known?

It drives him to want to learn more about you and your past.

Before long, that simple curiousity has turned into feelings for you.

No, you weren't Hisana and you would never replace her in his heart; but that did not mean he couldn't love you just as he did his late wife.

It's actually really cute because Rukia has found him speaking to Hisana's picture about you.

This was before you became a couple and she will keep the fact she saw him a secret she takes to the grave... But not me, I'm a bully.

Please be patient with this man. If he does something with you that he and Hisana enjoyed-- he's not trying to imply you are her or that he assumes you'll like the same things...

To him, it's sharing his past with you and opening up about himself.

Plus, you must give him credit where credit is due:

He has not once called you Hisana while you've been together.

At first he had to make a conscious effort, but eventually your name began flowing from his lips much easier than he had expected.

He does love sharing things with you about his past, and oftentimes that does include his married life with Hisana.

It's actually quite endearing since you can see it's like him building a bridge to connect his past with his present.

[grimmcheems]

If I were Rukia I would not last.🥰

One of my biggest peeves from watching bleach was the whole Hisana thing lmao. Like. If I were homegirl Rukia I would’ve been fuming if I found out I had a sister all along that abandoned me as a baby and lived it up being married to a noble while I was out on the street fighting for my life😭💀 ik it’s not that serious but something about that situation had me laughing but also feeling really bad for Rukia and Byakuya lmao.

Y’all can fight me on this but Hisana was messy for not ever mentioning Rukia until her last breath like girl-💀💀💀wouldn’t that be something to clear up BEFORE you got married 🗿literally screaming rn. Ik she made a difficult choice and still felt guilty, but to do all that and STILL not return the feelings of the man that loves you and MARRIED you while also dumping that lore on him to leave him to figure it out after he inevitably grieves your death. Bffr.😭🧍🏽‍♀️. That’s all I could think about after watching that point in the series, like did you not think that Rukia would be reeling from all that info and ur husband having to deal with trying to find her and then taking her in when his whole family was against commoners to begin with. Chile- anyways…….

That’s before the very crucial point that she left him of not ever telling Rukia the truth about being her sister, like……..say what you want about her but to even think of doing that when you’re the one who decided to leave her and not find her BEFORE you got married is-💀ik it was hard for her to even find clues but you would think that she would’ve told her HUSBAND about her little sister AT SOME POINT before she even gets sick or married, like huh. It rly makes her come across as careless but Imma stop there.

Have I ever mentioned that I love Renji 💖🤲🏽😤. Rip his forehead with his sculpted widows peak, but this man had me in a chokehold when I first started getting into bleach and he continues to do so. It’s been yrs since I last watched, I left off on the climax of the Aizen battle. Hopefully I’ll have time to finish it sometime this yr.

{edit}: so yeah, apparently Hisana DID tell Byakuya about Rukia ,but like, if the soul society is that big then I think it would’ve made more sense for her to cut her losses and give up on finding her since the population is always growing. Now that would’ve made for more interesting plot for Rukia and Byakuya when they inevitably run into each other and Byakuya is left a mess seeing this girl that looks exaclty like his wife,….wait im accidentally making another au that i have to draw now😭🗿🧍🏽‍♀️🤡

[kyokutsu-sama]

Late Desire

"It's okay love, I'm here now"|Byakuya x reader Tw: smut content A/n : Hi dears ! I've been thinking about this man for a long time because he's so fine and I can't help but falling in love with him. I usually see him as a dom, but this time I'll let the reader take care of him🤭(I really needed to write something like that for him) I hope you like it

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He entered the room with a long sigh and stood by the door for a moment watching you sleep, he had arrived late again. He removed his haori and shihakusho and placed them on the chair next to him, he slowly approached the bed so as not to wake you and sat on the edge. You moved a little and opened your eyes to find him with his back to you, he was getting lost in his thoughts again and you went to "wake him up".

You deviated the sheets from your body and knelt behind him, hugging him from behind, placing your chin on his shoulder as he looked back to find you smiling at him.

"Have you had a hard day, love?" You whispered, kissing the skin of his shoulder

"A little but it's finally over, I feel exhausted"He said in his calm and low voice

"My dear captain doing his best again, I'm proud of you and your work. It's okay love, I'm here now" You kissed his neck while running a hand over his bare chest. "Let me help your tiredness"

"You're going to make me feel good ?" He whispered turning his face to you

"Yes, trust me" You said, running your hands for all his body feeling his skin slightly crawling. "You're too tense, just relax for a moment"

He turned completely towards you and you smiled, meeting his eyes, tired but eager, you knelt in the middle of the bed and he went to you, kissing you. Your hands hold his cheeks while his pull your waist closer, you moved away from his lips and ran them down his neck, sucking his skin and making him let out a few heavy sighs. His hand tugged at the knot of the thin silk fabric you were wearing and slid it down your shoulders, revealing your bare skin. He grabbed your chin and brought his lips back to meet yours and you gave in to his desire that was starting to increase, you could feel it just by his hardness inside his pants. You slid your hands to the hem of his pants and pulled them down, he raised his knees helping you remove them and groaned softly against your lips when he felt you caressing him.

You pushed his body onto the mattress and placed yourself on top of him, kissing him, he ran one hand around the back of your neck, deepening your lips against his, sliding the other to the curve of your butt and grabbing your flesh.

You moaned against his lips when you felt the grip of his hand and slid your lips down to his chest, his breathing was starting to become uneven as he watched you run your tongue over his chest and over his nipples, which were bristling from the cold of the night. You sat on his lower abdomen and bit your lip, seeing his face with the first drops of sweat dripping down and his disheveled black hair. The fingers of his hand slid from one of your thighs to your wet and warm fabric, caressing you and you tilted your head back, rubbing lightly your hips against the tip of his fingers that stimulated you.

The heat growing between your legs only made you open your mouth, releasing the sounds he wanted to hear. You held his hand and placed it aside removing your panties, and exposing your wet slit, he let out a long sigh seeing your naked body on top of him he still tried to lift his upper body but you placed a hand on his chest preventing him.

"Just lie down and enjoy it" You said kissing his forehead and he lay down again

You took his dick and started moving it in your hand from top to bottom, it was hard and throbbing, he felt his body stiffen as your hand worked around it. Seeing the expression of pleasure on his face only made you speed up a little more, you wanted to take him so badly but seeing him grabbing the sheets was also a hot sight. You licked your lips and brought your other hand to your sensitive spot, touching yourself, he felt so close after seeing you do it and the way you rubbed yourself against his hardness while stimulating yourself.

"Ohh f-fuck, that feels so good" You moaned running the tip through your soaked folds

He couldn't wait to have you sitting on him, it felt good but it was painfull at the same time, his dick ached to be inside you, feeling you tightening him and make him feel good. He knew that you and only you could please him.

You sat on him, feeling him fill you little by little and tilted your head back, moaning. He grabbed your hips and grunted, feeling your wet insides around him. He would be considering coming back late more often, just so he could let you take care of him like this.

Your hands on his abdomen, clenching your fists as you felt him go deep and make your back arch, you were feeling so good, all that heat coursing through you and leaving you dying for more. You started by slowly ride his lap as he grabbed the flesh of your hips, while you buried yourself in his cock. Your vision became blurry and your body shook with each thrust, you rode faster only to see his face slightly flushed and his eyes filled with desire since they met yours. His hands went from your hips to your breasts and he touched them, his fingertips brushed your nipples, passing them between his fingers and making you feel goosebumps. You took one of his hands and brought it to your bud, rubbing his hand back and forth.

"Do you want me to touch you like this?" He asked, running his fingers over your sensitive spot

"Yeah…please "You whimpered

He bit his lip and started caressing you with his fingertips, making you tighten around him, you couldn't describe the wonderful feeling of having his fingers touching you, it was something only he could do. You felt close and began to ride more erratically, he was equally at the limit and he could already feel his own body shudder as you came on him. His heat filled you as he closed his eyes and grunted, he was panting and his body was tired, you removed him from you seeing his viscous fluids still oozing out of you and you almost came again at the sight. You lay down on him and he wrapped an arm around him and used his other hand to comb your hair while you tried to catch your breath.

"Did I take good care of you, love?" You looked at him, running a hand over his face

"Yes, you did it very well" He bent down a little and kissed the top of your head and you smiled

He seemed lighter at that moment, even though you could hear his heart beating quickly, his eyes were half closed and he was almost asleep after you took care of him.

[thewritetofreespeech]

prompt: you’ve been feeling under the weather, and Byakuya fears the worst

It felt very awkward. Sitting here, in a thin robe, on a lofted table, waiting for the doctor to come back.

You had been very fortunate in your life to not be bothered with much ailment or injury. So, your experience with doctors was limited. Recently, however, you had been feeling more and more run down. Chronic headaches. Sudden bouts of dizziness when you stood up too quickly. You had brushed it all off, attributing it all to working too hard. But when you woke up and suddenly vomited even before breakfast, Byakuya had had enough and called for a physician.

“You really didn’t have to take off work.” You comment during the lull. Your husband sitting beside your table, stoic as ever, as you both waited on the doctor.

“Renji can handle it for a day.”

“You’re going to be sorry when it’s nothing and he’s burned the place down.” You reply maliciously.

“I would still like to stay.”

You huff and cross your arms. There was no get out of this.

Although you found this all incredibly tedious, Byakuya had made up his mind and that was that. You supposed it was just easier to humor him than anything else, but it was still so frustrating to waste time sitting here and being treated like a child.

The door opened and the doctor came in. You have half a mind to ask him what took so long. Since he was the private physician of the Kuchiki family, it wasn’t like he had other clients to see, but you decide against it.

“So what’s the diagnosis?”

“Well, first, let me assure you that it’s nothing to worry about.” He replied, with an off-putting grin that made your skin crawl. “This is a very common condition for couples. I’m surprised you haven’t come to me with this issue sooner.” Both you & Byakuya look confused and irritated by the doctor’s cryptic nature. He coughed once and apparently decided to be professional. “Lady Kuchiki is with child. Fairly early based on the symptoms and standard tests, but let me be the first to congratulate you both on an heir to the Kuchiki line!”

There was a loud ringing in your ears. Pregnant. Pregnant? You were pregnant. You were pregnant right now. Sitting here, in this moment, right now, you were pregnant.

“I’ll leave you two alone to talk.” You barely register what the doctor was saying, but the snap of the door hitting the frame seemed to break you out of your spell.

“Well….that is something…” You feel a hand wrap around yours in your lap. Feeling it shake against you.

You turn your head towards your husband whose other hand was covering his eyes. His lower face twisted in pain. A single tear escaping. “…Byakuya?”

“I’m so relieved.”

The sound of grief in his voice when he choked out those words almost made your heart stop.

You forget sometimes about Hisana, his first wife. Her picture was still in the shrine, along with his parents & grandfather, but Byakuya doesn’t like to talk about her. On the rare occasion he does it’s only ever about how she liked plum blossoms, and his guilt on not being able to save her from her illness.

Suddenly you felt very selfish. You had been fighting about going to a doctor for a simple examination, all the while Byakuya was probably terrified his worst fear was happening again.

You slid off the table in a single hop and come around to in front of Byakuya to wrap him in your arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about how this might be affecting you.” His arms wrap around your waist in return. Holding you tight. As if he needed to know you were there. “But…this is a good thing. We can be happy now. We know what’s wrong and…we’re having a child.”

“A child.” Byakuya repeated. A dampness was felt on your robe when he pulled away from your breast. Yet somehow, he looked as he always did when he turned up at you. “We have a child.”

“Your family will be so pleased.” You jest as you stroked his long hair. “I’ve finally fulfilled my destiny to the Kuchiki line. My life is complete.”

“Nonsense.”

His muttering was a testament to how little he cared about his extended family’s opinion. Duty and honor aside, he cared very little about anyone’s input than you and Rukia. And soon, you supposed, your child.

“Can we go now?” You ask now that you have gotten your answers. “It still all hasn’t sunk in, and I’d like to be at home in our rooms in case I spontaneously burst into tears.”

Byakuya smiled, then leaned up to give you a kiss before he stood to leave the room. Respecting your privacy and modesty.

You change out of the drafty robe provided and back into your clothes. Catching site of your form in a mirror and get a mental flash of it changed from what it was now to one swollen and heavy with child. You quickly finish dressing and make an insistence for Byakuya to take you home. Before the tears started. 

[noodles114]

Do you ever imagine how soft Byakuya would be if Hisana lived. Like he'd probably be so chatty and touchy with her. She waits for him to finish work and gives him soft welcome home kisses and just ugh

[rarepears]

Here i am again, with my any man x endeavor bullshit

However this time i was thinking about byakuya so we know that byakuya is a talented one, plus he have a very interesting zanpakutou that could wreck chaos on MHA universe, plus he is beautiful and with his noble like character and charm

So imagine this, he gets sent by BNHA one day, but in a middle of a attack of villain, where endeavor was supposed to take care of, but upon arriving there byakuya has already dealt with said villain, but the thing is endeavor saw how he fought

So endeavor then go talks to byakuya since he dealt with the villains, and one thing that could work is that while yes byakuya also do work, he isn't that workaholic

Lol this assumes that Byakuya even gets over Hisana's death but let's be real, there's no mental health support in Bleach. He's not getting any therapy...

which means that the only reason Byakuya would get together with Todoroki Enji is because he (correctly or incorrectly) believes that Enji is Hisana reincarnated.

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Byakuya doesn't only have Shinigami work to deal with. Don't forget that he's also the head of a noble clan which involves a lot of work; he deals with Kuchiki politics (cough the nosy busybody elders trying to throw more wife candidates at him), Gotei 79 and Central 46 matters as head of the Kuchiki clan. He's BUSY.

He's got no time or energy to be a househusband like what you're implying. Captains don't get to wilynily wander and stay in the living world without a good reason - especially not one with such strong ties to the afterlife (cough politics and making sure the elders don't get up to Not Good Stuff). Unless something major changes within the Kuchiki clan or Byakuya enters some sort of semi-retired life by leaving Gotei 79...

[tojiscumdumpster]

⠀ ⠀⠀ "unwanted" MATRIMONY

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀byakuya kuchiki.

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

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

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

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

 Lord Byakuya, as he prefers me to call him.

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

 Which I have no issue with fulfilling. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Maybe tonight reminds him of her? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 As always, dinner is silent. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Not likely. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 But how long?

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

 How long? 

 It possibly couldn’t be more than a year. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 So, I continue. 

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

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

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

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

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

 Not with Byakuya. 

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

 But my suggestion of annulment will continue in the morning. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “But… why?” I questioned. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Shūhei Hisagi,” he deadpans. 

 “You’re being ridicu—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “My lord… please.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “You may.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “You are art, Y/N.”

 “Address me as your lady,” I demanded. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Am I up to your liking?” He quips. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Byakuya…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “But I have barely touched you, blossom.”

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

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

 “Yes.”

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

 “Oh, yes. Yes, Lord Byakuya.”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “More, my lord. Give me a bit more.”

 “So desperate for my come, are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “So come for me, blossom.”

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

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

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

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

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

 “Yes, Byakuya. Tell me… do you?”

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

 “Lord Byakuya… I’m coming.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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To the past, those days in which Byakuya felt alone, belong. It was difficult for him, for his heart to finally open. He still remembers that dream with Hisana; she told him “please, be happy”.

And so, he did… 

The cries of his first born keep him and his wife, you, woke up. Tired, almost asleep, both drag to the baby’s crib. 

“What, little sakura bud?” you ask, holding him in arms. “Daddy needs to sleep. Daddy’s a captain, baby…” you whisper, rocking your body to lull the bundle of joy to sleep… yet, nothing, not even your scent and profound maternal love, could calm (him/her) down…  

Byakuya’s hands surround your waist from behind; he is asleep as you are. His hair’s a mess. His eyes barely opened.

“Is he/she ok? Something’s hurting? No fever, right?” Byakuya asks; he is and will always be extremely afraid of you or his baby being sick. 

“Probably just hungry. Go back to sleep, love. I’ll feed him/her” 

But he is not just a man; Byakuya is a gentleman. And despite not being able to bare nor give birth to his son/daughter, he will be next to you no matter what. How could he sleep knowing you aren’t? 

“Come on… let’s get comfortable” he commands, kissing your head and grazing his baby’s crying face. 

You walk -drag your body- to the bed and wait for Byakuya to sit with his back against the headrest. Then, you sit in between his legs, with your back against his chest. 

Byakuya’s soft hands hug you while he waits for you to prepare yourself to feed your child. Soon, the cries stop, as nurturing begins. 

Sleepiness still remains, but the moment that soon will turn to a memory… none of you would have chosen to let exhaustion take it away from you.

You look at him when your child is finally fast asleep; a soft smile, a silent complicity between the love of your life and you. 

He smiles back; a smile nobody is used to seeing but you and now the little “consequence” of your love.  

“You know, sometimes I’m jealous of him/her” Byakuya jokes; yet behind a joke there is always a little bit of truth. 

“Mhhj…” you giggle low. 

“Don’t laugh… It used to be me…” he continues, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“Let me put him on his bed and I’ll feed you as well. There is no point in me going back to sleep, it’s almost morning” you joke, even though Byakuya took it pretty seriously… 

He helps you with utmost care and delicacy not to wake the baby up to stand up. You blow a kiss his way before dragging back to the baby’s nursery -a couple of steps from your room, but still outside it-. 

As you walk back, you notice him pretty much awake… in more than one way. 

“Still awake?” you ask, ignoring his very noticeable hardness through the fine silk of his sleeping yukata. 

“Well yes, didn’t you tell me you were gonna feed me?” he asks, leaving you startled. Suddenly, sleepiness eased as fast as his did. 

You open your mouth and close it back. You were about to laugh; but was him being funny or was that for real? 

Indeed, Byakuya rarely jokes… and that sounded absolutely serious. 

“You- you really want to- uh- this?” you ask, pointing at your -very- swollen breasts. If there was something that wasn’t hard for you, was to produce enough and even more nourishment for your offspring. 

“Well, considering is pretty common in our culture…” he tries to convince you. 

You giggle; there was no need for you to be convinced. You would give him anything he could asked for, after all. 

“Then, my sweet big baby… feast on it” you whisper, getting into bed right next to his horny self. 

Byakuya and you giggle sweetly, both covering your whole bodies with your silk sheets. Enough has happened in between the both of you for shame and formalities. 

It is Byakuya who willingly gets comfortable on your legs; his back on your lap, while your fingers brush through his beautiful hair back. 

Lust and intimacy have transcended; his skilful hands free your breasts from your nightgown. The sakura man enjoys the effects of gravity on them, as they heavily fall close to his lips. 

“I wonder if it’s as sweet as your core” he purrs. 

Your insides become a mess; tensing muscles on your womanhood, oh the gracious changes of your body he adores… he praises… what a blessing is to have a man like him to venerate you. 

You help him reach your nipple; it gets hard, and it begins to drip. And you suddenly understand the difference, nurturing your child has nothing to do with this; two different types of bonding, you are so willing to enjoy. 

Byakuya sticks his tongue out, allowing the very few drops of semi white elixir to fall on it. He takes some time to enjoy the taste, like a fine wine, like a delicatessen a noble deserves. 

“More” he demands.

You smile pleased; impulsive shameless and whimsical Byakuya only comes out when he is either truly free or unable to control himself; and right now, he is both. 

Your hand passes under his nape, lifting, with so much expertise, his head for his lips to finally trap your nipple. 

A little clumsy, he first tries nibbling on it, making you jolt. It hurts, but it feels so good. Yet, it is definitely not enough to start the flow of motherly product happening. 

“Suck; try pressing your tongue against your palate as you suck” you guide him; it is much easier to explain this to an adult it kinda makes you giggle. 

“Uhhumh” he hums, taking notes of your instructions. And with a couple of tries, he finally manages to make it happen. 

“Good boy” you compliment him; for the first time, you discover the joy of being the one in charge, of being the dominant one. 

Deep blue eyes open big, fixing on yours. They both show a certain amount of shame… because your “mommy” attitude has made him harder than ever before. It feels to Byakuya both incredibly hot but also degrading… and that, at the same time, becomes feedback for more and more lust. 

His hips, on his own, buck up ever so slightly. Yet, enough for you to notice.  Ah, he needs relief… 

 You use one of your hands to guide your right breast more and more into his mouth, as he sucks harder. While your left hand slowly slides from his belly to his sex. 

Byakuya spasms violently when your palm reaches his already wet crotch area. You are not surprised; this man gets so hard sometimes that it kinda scares you he might explode at any moment. 

“Would you like mommy to help you with this?” you ask, amazed by those naughty words that make you even wetter. 

“ngh… mhg… yes-“ he barely words, with his mouth full of your milk, overflowing from the commissure of his lips. 

You bite your lower lip; if this isn’t the epitome of arousal, you don’t know what it is. 

It takes nothing for his yukata to finally slide open, uncovering a hard manhood that has already impregnated you with all of his masculinity before. 

You begin to pump; jerking him off with no mercy, making him tremble, making him choke with the white liquid coming from you. 

A little bit more, he is close… so close. more, more, more.  Precum flowing from his gland as milk flows from your breasts. 

White sometimes associated with purity, is now being depicted as total concupiscence and erotism, in the middle of a night that slowly becomes a dawn. 

And like the Sun, unstoppably rising every morning, Byakuya’s climax hit his body like the strongest Bankai… 

Spasms that accompany every sprout of cum abandoning his body and into his belly; Spasms that you somehow experience as well, as all of the sucking and such imagery has made you incredibly hot to the point of also cuming. 

“Byakuya, love… save a little bit for your son/daughter, yes?” “Just a little bit more for breakfast, my love…” 

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