#byakuya kuchiki smut

[m-ayo-o]

take it slow 18+

Your man is so patient.

He loves taking things slow.

He stares a lot.

He loves eye contact.

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

He kisses you slow.

He touches you slow...

He eats pussy slow.

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

He eats it for himself.

He loves watching how your body reacts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

lap lap lap lap lap

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

"Mmh- mm- mm"

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

"Perfect" he purrs.

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

thinking...

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

[angelltheninth]

NNN Day 30 with Byakuya Kuchiki

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shes-so-insane]

Bleach Men Asking For Sex (NSFW)

(Byakuya, Renji, Kisuke)

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

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Byakuya Kuchiki

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Renji Abarai

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

"just a kiss? Please?"

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

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

"are you sure?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kiwicopia]

🔞 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. 

[brittscafe]

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.

[blueparadis]

❝ BACKWARDS ❞ + BYAKUYA KUCHIKI.

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

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

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

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

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

And so it began: the hypocrisy of rules. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,  still five years younger than me” He sounded as if she was forcing him to marry her, as if one of the rumors, as they say, that y/n is a witch is true. His previous wife was barely a year younger than him and they had shared good five years of married life until she died due to illness on a fine morning on a spring day. 

“Then maybe you should look for another wife. I didn’t ask you to marry me.” The moment the words were out,  y/n  clamped a hand over her mouth, then met Byakuya’s gaze. He did not look angry, he did not look anything. His face was as it always was. Stoic and emotionless . “I’m sorry. That was very rude. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Byakuya has been sitting in the same manner as he did when he first took the armchair instead of the couch. He left the chair and walked towards her. With his hands now inside his slacks, his frame loomed over her. He took out his right hand, fisted, and kept the small velvet box on the side table. “Right. You shouldn't have.” Byakuya said as he noticed her eyes were still on the carpet. “But it's okay. I understand your concern.”

Her gaze flickered toward his right hand and her stomach plummeted. He was still wearing his old wedding ring. Another strange burst of disappointment filled her. If he wore it after all this time, he must still be in love with his dead wife, or was it a simple matter of habit? He noticed her gaze and for the first time his stoic mask slipped but it was gone so quickly that she thought she imagined it. Byakuya did not bother to explain and there was a knock on the door so he did not have the time either. With the exchange another set of pleasantries he left without a proper goodbye. 

The wedding day came sooner than expected. She barely had the time to count days. And as the elders of the family discussed, it was small with no engagement ceremony but with just close family members and friends. Y/N did not object, actually, no one asked for her opinion except her husband. But it would make a great fuss if she were to bring her opinions to light. Moreover, she had more serious things to worry about. If Byakuya came to know that she still had her virtue intact, it would be just a matter of minutes for her before Byakuya puts all the puzzle pieces together to get the whole picture. He is a cold, clever man. So, mercy was the last thing y/n expected from him. Her previous husband, her not-so-dead husband fled with his lover because the rules and the customs would have kept them apart. And, if Byakuya had any clue of what happened at backstage he would turn the world upside down, at least he was expected to do so.

Y/N was finally able to catch up with her life when she was in the carriage with her new husband. There was no time to decipher him with all the people around. This night was going to be her first proper wedding night but Byakuya made sure that there was no chance of it at all. He did not seem tired, or interested in her. She could not pin any moment where she caught him looking at her, not even once. Dread and relief filled her at the same time. By now it is okay to accept that she was the problem, not her fate, or him. Perhaps, she can keep the secret of her previous marriage enjoying the little freedom she has left in her life. 

The next morning was gorgeously sunny. When Y/N came downstairs she already found Byakuya on the other side of the dining table, with his breakfast and a rolled paper on a tray by his side. God knows, what news it holds? At least, not the one she was anticipating.

“I hope you slept well.” Byakuya broke the stifling silence that had made her think of all the possibilities that could end her life thinking of the contents of the letter. “I’ve already informed the staff to be here. Yesterday was an exception. Hope you did not have much problem without the staff not being around. They will be here at your beck and call, so you do not— was he mocking?

“That’s very kind of you.”

“Is something bothering you?” she nodded letting him know that there was no reason at all with a flimsy smile on her face. She could barely focus on eating the food. Byakuya noticed it too. “I thought you needed time.” his voice was coaxed with an apology. Of course. Byakuya would give her the very thing he was deprived of, for it had been his necessity too; Y/N’s glance switched to him and then to the food again. He did not look sorry though.

“As I said, That’s very kind of you.” She grabbed the tea cup and was ready to leave since there was no one to keep tabs on her etiquette and as such. If he wanted the marriage to work, then why should she keep trying all the time? all these hopes and anticipation would be the death of her if not the secret she is carrying with her.

“There will be a social gathering. On March 14th. You’re expected—She looked over her shoulder as the sound of the dragging chair made it to her ears. Byakuya hesitated before he spoke the rest, “I would like you to come with me.”

“Sure.”

Sure. Byakuya had his reasons to act the way he is acting. He was aware of the details of her marriage. Before visiting her, he made sure to do a background check and he did regret it when he recognized her previous husband. He had seen him in the land of the living. And, now he was not sure where exactly her loyalties lie: to him or to the man who left her. For now, he had no time to think about it. There were some grave matters that he had to handle.

Crest-fallen, a week prior to the gathering Ginrei Kuchiki took his last breath. There were lots of preparations and ceremonies to be done, but at the same time he could not afford to miss the meeting and so it all came down to y/n who had to shoulder most of the responsibilities while Byakuya just paid a visit to the meeting.

Time flew by as if someone were stealing it from them. Even though they spent the days under the same roof, Byakuya barely had a chance to speak to her or make things right. By the time he came to bed, she had already fallen asleep or was too tired to stay awake. Byakuya has been a light sleeper anyways. He often waited for her to be perfectly asleep so that he could slip under the same covers as hers. Y/N was too disappointed and angry to notice the small changes in him, in his gestures. Not that she tried, she did but Byakuya brushed her off every time. It was such a slow poison for her. She had made up her mind not to consummate this marriage unless they were asked for a child but fate never goes along with the human will. It opposes, always .

“You’re early,” Y/N said as Byakuya entered the room. Seeing her in a flimsy nightgown he looked away from her. She scowled when she noticed him looking away. 

“Could you wait for me? I need to refresh myself. I want to talk about something.”

Ah! finally, it's happening. She gave him a simple nod and slipped under the covers. Perhaps it was about an heir, or shifting into a different house or maybe a visit to other families or so; Y/N had no idea that her secret was going to slap her in the face.

“I see. How long have you been aware?” Y/n asked still facing away from him while Byakua was seated on the bed. “Since before our marriage.” Y/n turned and sat folding her legs, covering herself so that he does not have to look away while talking. “Ah! That’s why the cold shoulder.”

“No. No. I was just—

“Just thought that I might have a secret lover too?

Byakuya closed the gap a little, “Well, do you?” 

“Does it matter?”

Does it matter? Of course, it does. Byakuya did not respond not yet but Y/N could see his jaw tightening, muscles stiffing at the mere possibility of a ‘yes’.

She interjected, “Yeah! Thought so.” and left the bed, his sight heading towards the bathroom but Byakuya grabbed her hand and pulled her in his lap. She gasped loudly at such a sudden swift motion but more than so his bold voice declaring something so unexpected something so unbelievable that it turned her on more than it should. “Yes. it matters. It matters to me because I would be bothered, so much that I’m incapable of bearing the thought of losing you.”

Her breathing was heavy since not only his deep raspy voice stilled her motion but also made her thinking come to a halt. Byakuya slipped his hands under her gown earning a huge gasp as his lips touched her bare shoulders. Her body responded quickly, she arched feeling his cold and calloused fingers on her breasts, pinching her areola. “Tell me,”, his voice coated her skin with goosebumps, “do you want this, with me?” She turned her face, eyes holding the tears back, blurring her vision. She was burning with desire. How could she not?

“Yes.” Byakuya’s hands traveled down to her core, rubbing gently on her clit over the cloth. It was already damp. She could barely process all of these while his voice hinted impatience again, “then, tell me where you involved with him, in his act?” 

Her grasp on his thighs tightened as she struggled to stand up on her feet. With all the dim lights around it was not of any help. Byakuya pushed aside the fabric and touched the outer lips with more pressure than before. “Do you not want me?” Y/N has torn apart between keeping her self-respect and submitting her to him. She had tried countless times to get his attention, tried every lewd way to lure Byakuya that made her feel like nothing but a cheap whore.

“Do you not want me?” she managed to utter thinking of all those nights when she had to go to bed feeling like a mistress rather than a wife.

Byakuya verbalized holding her in his embrace tightly. “Yes. I do. I really do.”His voice reeked of agony and loneliness, his touch was so desperate yet so gentle. Y/N read him wrong, he was not playing games anymore. 

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⌗ :: @sailewhoremoon @massivementalitynut @tokyometronetwork @underratedcharactercorner

[natsuosstuff]

Oh my lord , why is he so hot 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵😕😕

[sangorous]

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐩𝐰𝐩, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬), 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲)

byakuya kuchiki x black!fem!reader

"Be a good girl and don't make a sound," your fiancé softly spoke, walking up to as you sat in the bed.

"Ain't ya' squad here?" you whispered, looking at him.

"Do you want the others to hear you?" he looked at you and you shook your head.

"Good girl," he slightly smiled, looking at you.

Today you decided to visit your fiancé after another stressful night day of work. You knew that he was a bit tense and you knew just how to help him, but what you didn't know was that the members from his squad would be at his house. Figuring out how they were going to attack the enemy. This was a major surprise because usually they used Ichigo's place.

He slowly pushed your body to the bed and slowly climbed on you, placing his lips on your neck. He began to softly nibble and suck on the side of your neck as he slid your top down.

His hands slid down to your sides where he slid down your shorts. He unbuckled his jeans and grabbed his dick from his boxers and began to slowly tease you.

"Byakuya..." you softly groaned, placing your hands on his chest.

"Uh uh," he looked at you, giving your lips a peck.

"Silence..." he added as he continued to tease you.

You wanted to let a soft moan out, but you knew what would happen if you broke his rule. Slowly, he entered himself into you and began to thrust in and out of you in at a rough pace.

"Damn..." you muttered into your hand as he roughly thrusted in and out of you. You were trying your best to stay quiet, but you couldn't.

"Byakuya. Damn, I can't hold it in," you quietly whimpered, looking at him.

"Shhh princess," he softly spoke, giving you hard and rough thrusts.

You felt the rush and urge to scream, but you lifted yourself up a bit to softly bite onto Byakuya's collarbone, "dammit..." you cried into his collarbone, feeling him go deep inside of you.

You felt your body began to shake slowly as you felt him roughly hit your spot, "fuck!" you shouted, feeling the tears fall down your face.

"Imma about to cum," you whimpered, looking at him.

"Go ahead princess," he softly spoke.

Together, the two of you released and went inside the bathroom where the two of you showered together.

He gave you one of his shirts and you wore it with your pajama shorts as you heard Renji shout about the food being ready.

"I see that the two of you had fun..." Ikkaku smirked at you and Byakuya as you took a seat on Byakuya's lap.

"I guess," you tried your best to act clueless, taking a bite from your food.

"You guess?" Rukia raised her eyebrow.

"That's not what we heard..." Renji lowly spoke, looking at the ground.

"what'd you say Renji?" you looked at him and he shook his head.

"Nothing, nothing," he gave you a fake smile.

"What he meant was, 'fuck!'." Ikkaku shouted, causing you to punch his arm.

"Don't hit me, learn how to stay quiet," he added, rubbing his arm.

"I told you to stay quiet, now we're going to try again," Byakuya whispered in your ear, his hands sliding down to your thighs.

"And this time there will be silence," he added, sending shivers down your spine.

⌨ ◠ ⌗stfu tori is speakin' ;; ❞

this was ass, i know. so i’m letting you guys choose who to write a sugar daddy smut with: byakuya kuchiki again, kisuke urahara, shunsui kyoraku, isshin kurosaki, or ryuken ishida?

[bunnyyamor]

[ OCTOBER 25TH ] BYAKUYA KUCHIKI x fem! reader (teacher x student au)

synopsis; it's the famous halloween party at your college and everyone is invited. it's so annoying how all the teachers are there, keeping an eye out for troublemakers. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, office sex, 69, dirty talk, weed, alcohol, cunnilingus, blow job, oral (both), fingering, nicknames, brat taming, daddy kink, handjob, public sex, beta read!

notes; i think this has to be one of my favs smut i've written idk it just got me good and hot. i also rlly like byakuya he is so fine on so many levels its crazy. also i made the costume that y/n wears a bunny bc we representing my brand ppl! anywho, remember to unhide mature posts, like, reblog, and comment, that would mean the world to me!!!

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“holy fuck, girl. you look hot!” your friend groped your boobs as you were stuffing them in your hot bunny costume. you were posing and checking out yourself in the mirror, ready to indulge. you couldn’t lie, you looked amazing. your makeup was done in a sexy but soft girl look. then you added a bunny ears headband and wore a tight, black one piece outfit with shirt cuff sleeves, your ass almost showing with your fishnet stockings. you wore your 9-inch heels and had a cotton ball tail on your butt. you looked delectable and were the cutest bunny. 

“i know right,” you fixed your hair. you were waiting all year for this day. it was the day for the most popular raving party ever. it was a halloween party. each year the college held one for the students. everyone that was anyone went. 

“your boo is gonna pick us up? it’s at the gym slash cafeteria room.” your friend read her text from your boyfriend? 

“that’s the plan.”

the door knocked and it was your boyfriend and a couple of his friends. “this is gonna be the best party ever! it’s gonna be lit.”

you rolled your eyes. you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the brightest man in the town. “yeah, yeah, yeah. you got the stuff?”

your stoner boyfriend nodded, giggling like a school boy, “yeahhhh man. i got you babe.”

“oh shit,” you stomped your foot. “aren’t the teachers gonna be there?”

“for real?” your friend twirled around angry. “why the fuck? they’re just gonna ruin everything and treat us like we’re in a christian party.”

“it’s because last year they found those guys smoking in the bathrooms…” you stared at your boyfriend, hands on your hips. “i wonder who’s fault that was?”

“bro, whatever! i didn’t know they were gonna smell us? so what? we’ll do it in my car babe. it’s gonna be fine. they dumb as fuck anyways these dumb teachers.”

you were starting to walk to the car. “sure…the teachers are dumb. but theres that teacher byakuya kuchiki? he is not an old, senile teacher, he’s gonna know.” that was the literature professor in the college. 

“then maybe the way you can get him off our backs is fucking him, he’d love to fuck a cute little bunny,” your friend cackled as she smacked your ass. 

you laughed as you drank back some alcohol. you wanted to get super drunk and nasty today. “ehhh who cares. let’s just get fucked up! and who gives a fuck about them teachers!” everyone wooed and drove to the cafeteria. 

when your group got to the party you saw that some students were already secretly pouring drinks into the fruit punch. 

“who you going for tonight?” you asked your friend. scanning the dance floor. 

“maybe that smart teacher, i mean look at him y/n.” your friend pointed to mr. kuchiki. he was not wearing a costume since he was a more monotone chill teacher. he was not one to joke, only sometimes and you had never seen him laugh or smile. he was much more serious. he spooked you a little because you wondered if he even liked being a teacher. he stood, glaring at everyone to make sure they were behaving. he was tall, his long black hair was pushed back on one side only. he wore a tight, black suit, a big watch on his wrist as he looked at the time and then the party. he looked like he didn’t fit in with all the idiots that were here. you couldn’t help but stare however. he looked so handsome. so manly. his eyes with a glare of daggers. you couldn’t unglue yourself from him and his eyes found your stare. they looked directly into yours, causing you to fumble and trip. 

“you okay y/n? you looked like you were eyefucking the professor there.” 

“it’s doesn’t matter. let’s just go in the back and smoke. i saw like a deserted janitor room behind the auditorium. we could do it there. i didn’t see any vents.”

“yay! okay get your boo and we’re out of here.”

as you were going to get your boyfriend, byakuya made his way to you. he seemed to already be annoyed or angry. “y/n?”

“yes, professor? are you enjoying yourself? are you dancing a lot?” you twirled and shook your ass near him. wanting to see if you could crack him. instead he grabbed you by the arm. 

“do you think this outfit is a appropriate? look at you?”

“what? what are you talking about?”

byakuya closened up, his chest pressed against yours. he towered over you and his eyes darkened. “this costume is provocative. what attention do you want from disgusting boys? i mean look at you, i can practically see your ass. you think i didn’t notice.”

“then if my ass is such a problem, don’t stare! listen old man, i don’t know if you know this but i’m a grown ass woman. i can do whatever the hell i want and wear whatever the hell i want. news flash i think i look great! and your opinion doesn’t matter to me so fuck off, professor!” you flicked your hair in his direction and stomped away. not caring that his eyes darkened and he shook with anger. 

you were going to live your life and everyone could suck it! you were the popular, hot girl in school. the girl that could get away with anything and was maybe a brat. you wanted to do everything in life, wanting to live reckless and immature as a college student was supposed to live. this was going to be an unforgettable night!

“oh yeah, that’s the good stuff,” you chuckled uncontrollably. feeling all the weight of classes and the semester being lifted off your shoulders. it made you comfortable with this blanket-ness of floating. you blew out smoke and saw your friends eyes were red. this made you laugh even harder. “who knew we were gonna get fucked up like this.”

“right! and no teacher has come in to check on us. i’m gonna finish this and then care to dance and eat with me? cause i’m literally starving!” your friend fixed her makeup in front of the bathroom. 

you as well added gloss on your lips and saw your boyfriend was practically passed out. “shit. that’s probably going to be a problem.”

“do you think it smells in here?” your friend totally disregarded your statement. 

you sniffed the air, “nah. maybe? a little? i don’t know but help me. i’m going to stick him in the car and i’ll check up on him in a few hours. he’s probably going to want cake.”

your boyfriend started to babble and sit up. slurring and making a ruckus. he was becoming loud and you were afraid it would attract unwanted attention. 

the door to the empty janitor room flew open and there standing in the doorway was professor byakuya. his lips in a scowl, all mad as hell. his eyebrows were furrowed. he looked around and saw your boyfriend, your friend and then you. 

“you!”

“me?”

he pointed at you and you noticed right then and there, you were the only one holding a blunt. “wait but i wasn’t the only one-”

“you two, go home. i’ll be telling the school about this tomorrow. and you? you’re coming with me. not only for this stunt but also for the way you talked to me earlier.” byakuya saw you were about to scramble out the window and grabbed you forcefully. he hurled you over his shoulder, your ass near his face. he was strong and his height made you feel like a tree was holding you. “do as i say, or else.” he threatened you. 

“fuck you man!”

byakuya hauled you all the way to his office which was at the opposite side of the school. he threw you into a chair and sat at his desk, typing away something. “what are you typing, mr. smarty?” you snickered at your joke. 

he glared at you, his eyes traveling from your legs to your face. “none of your business, you brat.”

you sighed, “look professor. it won’t happen again i promise! it was a one time mistake, honest!”

“you think i’m dumb y/n? do you?”

you pouted, “no.”

he continued typing, “i am sending an email to the school to make sure you all have consequences. especially you.”

“are you fucking serious?” you stormed up, pounding his desk. “c’mon! please don’t!”

“yes, i am. and for god’s sake, wear this. i would be freezing in that.” he stared at your breasts for a quick second. a second you too noticed. byakuya took his jacket off and handed it to you. you wrapped yourself in it and realized how much bigger he was than you and how good he smelled. 

you sat back down and saw the way his muscles flexed under his white buttoned up shirt. he groaned as he sat back and loosened his tie. his legs wide opened as he sat at his desk. 

“professor byakuya, are you single?”

his head snapped to yours quickly. “why are you asking me that?” he bit his lip as he got back to typing. 

“to kill time i guess. i was just wondering because i never see you with anyone.”

for the first time you saw him smile. it was quick and it was small but it carried a hint of a chuckle in it. it was splendid. it made your heart quicken for some odd reason. you were the reason mr. grumpy pants smiled. “love the observation. but i am single. wife left me, it’s a whole story.”

you took gum out of your purse and popped it in your mouth. you played with the sticky substance on your finger, “you cheated?”

“no y/n, i did not cheat. and what does school say about gum?” he clicked his tongue. 

you chewed it annoyingly, mouth sounds loud. 

“spit it out.”

“no.”

“spit it out.”

“no!” you smiled evilly. you loved pushing his buttons. 

“i said-”

“i know what you said mr. kuchiki. and i said n,” you opened up your right leg. “o.” then your left. you had opened up your legs wide for him to see. you knew your outfit was caught in your pussy lips and was stuck in your ass so he was seeing all of you. you also knew that right now you were wet. so wet because you were playing with fire. “i do what i want, professor.” you chewed loudly again. 

byakuya’s eyes darted to your pussy and his eyes laid there a second too long. he quickly darted to you and put his hands out in front of your mouth. “spit it out.”

“you want my gum professor? here.” you pulled his hunching form to you by the tie and kissed his lips. at first he was hesitant but then you could tell he needed it. being single and all probably was hard on his body. he had no one to fuck. his mouth widened so that you could shove the piece of gum in there. his jawline moved in perfect sync with your open mouthed kisses. you wrapped your legs around him, his jacket slipping off as you moved your hands to his long hair. your fingers getting caught in the length. it was so soft to the touch. 

“yes daddy,” you bit his ear as you moaned at feeling his hard on under you. “just like that.” you could hear him chewing the gum you gave him. he put your body against his desk. stomach flat on the wooden surface. 

“spread your legs,” he ordered you, kissing your neck. 

you listened and heard him ripping your fishnet stockings. he needed your cunt as quickly as possible. “i can smell you. are you dripping wet, wanting to fuck your professor?”

“mmmm yes. touch me and you’ll see what you do to me. i love when you order me.” you chuckle, biting your lips. 

byakuya looked down and his veiny hands traveled between your legs. you were right. “fuck, you’re soaked.” his watch tapped lightly against your thighs. it was cold on your skin. his long, thick fingers lightly touched your pussy folds. he wanted to collect your juices and spread them against your cunt. his fingers swiped from your pussy to your tight asshole, loving the way your ass jiggled at that movement. 

“am i a bad bunny, daddy?” you whined. loving how that turned him on more. you loved your power. he must have had his eyes on you before. 

he bent over to your ears, his hot breath coming out, “you’re so bad you need to be punished.”

he grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you on your knees in front of his cock. he looked so dominating like that. his long hair created a waterfall around his face, his eyes half lidded from the lust. his mouth heaving from being out of breath. his nipples hardening through his shirt as his muscles almost busted out of it. his tight black trousers were now tighter from his cock almost breaking through. you could see the indent of it and how big he was. his thumb lightly touched your cheek, soft like whispers. in that moment you were ready to give him everything. ready to listen, ready to take him in. 

he thought you looked angelic, so cute. your ears were placed perfectly on your face. your eyes staring up at him, glossed lips parted slightly with a flushed look from being hot with need. your boobs were squished together as you sat there, obeying. “i want you to give it to me…please.”

he unzipped and let his hard dick out. it was veiny, and so thick. “will this fit in my mouth, professor?” you looked all around it, shocked that this is what your literature professor was hiding. 

again he smirked, his lips quirking into a smile. “i know you can take it, baby.”

you put your hands around his cock. the feeling of his skin hot under your touch, “i need to know though.” your eyes darkened. “i am the only student that can do this to you. nobody and i mean nobody can touch you that way i am.”

byakuya squeezed your cheeks with his huge hand, “the same goes to you. you’re mine now y/n. you belong to me. so fuck that scrawny boyfriend outside that can’t even take weed.”

your mouth widened, shocked at his order. you forgot you even had a boyfriend! 

byakuya pushed your head to take in his cock. you opened your mouth wide to take him fully in. you gurgled and gagged around his length and girth. “mmmmmm,” spit dripped from the sides of your mouth. byakuya’s hips subconsciously moved back and forth, fucking your mouth. loving the way your tongue flicked and twirled around his girth. “fuck, shitttt. that’s it baby. just like that. try to take more in?”

you nodded and started bobbing your head back and forth. loving how his cream was starting to coat your mouth. you went faster and faster. you were making byakuya become so turned on he was ready to become animalistic. “come here.” he urged you and carried you like you weighed nothing. he pushed everything off the desk. you were upside down, ass in his face. “don’t stop sucking, brat.” you listened and kept bobbing up and down, while byakuya smacked your ass as he laid back down on his desk with you on top of him. and that’s when his strong arms urged your ass to plop on his face. 

“professor!” you were shocked but then in heaven. 

in between licking your folds he said, “i said don’t stop sucking.”

you went back to diving your mouth around his cock. your nose touching his pubes while he ate you out. you both were doing 69. 

you couldn't contain your moans as his fingers grabbed a hold of your ass cheeks, spreading them as he licked at your delicious cunt. he spat on it and open mouthed kiss it. his tongue swiping from your clit to your hole, diving his tongue inside your hole, in and out, fucking you with his tongue. you didn’t stop gurgling around his cock, spitting on his swollen head. 

that’s when a knock was on the door.

“fuck,” you said as you tried to get off but byakuya had a hold on you. surely he heard the door? you bit your lip as you sat on his face, trying not to but you couldn’t help it but ride his face. loving the friction of his nose pressing your sensitive clit and his slobber and spit all over your wet fat pussy. 

“babe? hello? i think i’m sober. i was wondering if you want to go get a bite? are you in there? shit are you getting reprimanded, damn. i’m sorry babe. i promise i’ll make it up to you if you get suspended. just hope it’s not that bad. i’m gonna go though and get some cake and i’ll meet you up in the car.”

you couldn't help but jump on byakuya’s face as his tongue dived in and out of your hole. your hand was covering your mouth, you were almost crying cumming. to think that your boyfriend was talking to you not knowing your pussy was literally being eaten out by your professor. byakuya slapped your ass. you listened to hear your boyfriend leave and that's when you let go a scream. “fuck! right there professor. right there! oh my god don’t stop. your tongue feels so good inside me!” you uncontrollably grinded his face. almost there. 

you again deep throated byakuya, feeling him hit the back of your throat. you could tell he was almost there. in sync, you orgasmed. feeling the wetness come out between your fold and byakuya drinking and sucking all your juices. “right there baby. i’m gonna cum.” white spurts came out of byakuya and spiked inside your mouth, you drank him all up. he tasted way better than your boyfriend. he was the best fuck you ever had. 

“shit, fuck,” byakuya groaned and you saw his chin glistening with your juices. 

you tickled his tip and put his cream in your mouth like it was whip cream, “mmm delicious.”

“you’re a naughty bunny, aren’t you?”

you giggled cutely. i thought you realized that already, mr.”

[neesieiumz]

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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[kxkyuu]

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

Minors, ageless/blank blogs DNI!!

Special tags: @sailewhoremoon and @sanomnjiro

Written for @nanami-n-nichole Uniforms away collab as well as my own Kinktober

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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 chislted 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. Byauya 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 bread 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 bukle 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, Byajuya gave into his desres. 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 thursts became 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 yout 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 was already slipping out of 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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[m-ayo-o]

physical education

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

selfshiptember 18!!

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[nymphoheretic]

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

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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.”

[shes-so-insane]

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!!!

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Hi!!! Can I place a thrist post for our lovely captain of squad six? Where maybe his lovely little third seat fem reader. Discreetly brushes her ass against her captain “innocently” 😈 so starved of touch he can’t help but take her on his office desk??

Oh my- YES PLEASE I LOVE THIS. 🤤

TW: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, pwp, dirty talk, offensive language (swearing), pet names (good girl), minors dni

Word Count: 0.6k

You had always had a thing for your captain, never letting it be a secret either. But Byakuya? He had never given you any reason to believe that it was true that he felt the same way about you. He had always been afraid that since you were his third seat he'd have to worry about others talking and you having to step down in turn.

When you had been called to his office you had wondered why. Paperwork? Since when did Byakuya Kuchiki ever ask for help with his paperwork? He never even let Renji touch that stuff. But you knew that defying him was not the best of options so you made your way to his office without hesitation.

But when you saw him standing in front of his desk, the clothing that covered him something you had never seen before... you weren't sure that you could keep yourself under control. Instead of his normal captain’s uniform, his sweatpants hung low on his hip, the t-shirt that he wore much tighter than you would have ever expected it to be.

You moved toward the desk, reaching for a new stack of papers, but keeping yourself as close to him as you could. Every ounce of you told you that this was a horrible idea, that you shouldn't get that close to your captain, but that's when your body pressed against him. The sudden friction made you both stop and the way he didn't pull away made you press your ass further into him.

Byakuya's eyes were wide, but a low growl in his chest gave away the reason that he hadn't pushed away from you. His hips pushed forward, his willpower not enough to stop him from doing so. He craved you, he always had, and you were giving him the perfect opportunity to show you as much.

His strong hands grabbed your wrist as you reached out, stopping you in your tracks as he spun you around toward him. The bulge in his sweatpants was visible as you looked over his body, watching his chest heaving with desire. Before you even knew that it was coming he leaned toward you, his lips pressing to yours as his hands slid down the backs of your thighs to lift you from the floor.

Byakuya took your body and placed you on the desk, his hands running over every inch of you. The way his cock pressed against his pants was painful, pressing against your heat as he leaned between your legs, rubbing just enough to catch your clit. A sharp whine into his mouth caused him to groan with desperation. His fingers pushed under the waistband of your pants, pulling at them to get them down your legs, both of you moving in tune with each other. It was like you had both done this a thousand times before as if you knew every part of each other's bodies.

As your shorts fell from your legs he pushed the front of his sweatpants down, both of you fighting for your breath as your lips continued to crash together. His hand grasped his cock and stroked, his body leaning into you again as he pushed your panties to the side. It had been so long since either of you had been with someone. So long since you had felt a man's hands on you.

Byakuya pushed his hips forward over and over, his cock bottoming out inside of you. Your back arched against the desk immediately, getting him as far into your body as he could. You needed every inch of him, the way his cock pounded against that one spot deep inside you had your head spinning.

His deep and rough voice rang through your ears as he leaned down, nipping the bottom of your earlobe. "That's a good girl. You have no idea just how long I've been waiting to do this."

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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.

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