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AKI HAYAKAWA WAS A. . . PERSONAL MAN. he cherished every little thing that he was blessed with very profoundly, and held them close to his heart, where they would be safe within its hardened, cold exterior. he protects these things— these emotions, these ideas, these people—with all his might, because he knew very well, maybe even better than anyone, that tomorrow was never promised.

he values the things he’s received even on a subconscious level, where he doesn’t actively realize that’s what it is: him caring to such an uncanny extent. it was like that with the first cigarettes he ever received from himeno, it was the same regarding his friendship with denji and power—

and it was ultimately the case with you. especially with you, matter of fact.

this explains why the two of you were pressed up against each other in a yearning embrace. aki had comfortably sandwiched you in between the wall and his firm body, while just a few feet away was the front door, where his devil-like subordinates waited outside.

he was very personal about you and the relationship you shared with him, the trust and the genuine connection that tethered both your hearts and souls to one another. he didn’t even want mere glances from the likes of denji and power to taint this special thing he held so tenderly in his big, calloused hands. their teasing of aki being “so whipped” for you fell on deaf ears the moment his closed your door with his foot and his fingers came in contact with your skin.

it wasn’t exactly a lie, he supposed.

the kiss was drawn out. longing, and wistful. it was slow enough for you to savor hints of every delicacy that clung to the walls of his mouth, and he did the same to you, low sounds of pleasure threatening to escape his throat. you tasted the spearing blanket of peppermint that coated the other flurry of flavors on aki’s lips and tongue, like the stale aroma of the cigarettes he smoked an hour ago, and the tangy cocktail he drank with his meal. and you loved it. 

the dark-haired male sensually swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, effectively licking off most of the lip gloss you wore. gently, he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, before letting the pink muscle slither in between the barrier known as your lips; you tasted the gloss that you’ve been wearing all night.

you whined into his mouth when aki tugged at your bottom lip again— a little firmer and more yearning this time—and you followed his movements, perfectly in sync with one another. you melted into his taut chest when one of the hands that held onto your waist slipped past the material of your long, fitted cardigan and found its way under your ribbed tank top. his hands felt like ice against your warm skin and caused you to shudder at his touch. his palms gently squeezed and unclenched at your fleshy sides as a way to ground you back to him.

after what felt like an eternity, the rest of the world around you completely muted, aki finally pulled away from the kiss, his forehead dipped slightly to your height and rested against yours. your breathing patterns became harmonized with each other’s after a few seconds.

this. . . moments like these were precious to aki. it was personal to him, and it was all his.

“fuck. . . . . i’ve been wanting to kiss you like that since the moment we picked you up earlier” he confessed in a breathy voice. it was almost unusual to hear your boyfriend be so forward or use expletives so casually—he was usually such a composed man— but you found his words arousing, and you bit your lip to contain the giggle that wanted to escape. perhaps it was that fruity alcoholic beverage he drank, and the four subsequent glasses he consumed afterwards that made him so. . . so—

another chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth pulled you out of your thoughts. and then another a little farther down. then a third and fourth back on your lips. you couldn’t help the loving smile that morphed onto your face, finding his affections extremely endearing.

letting your fingers ascend from his shoulders to the back of his neck, your french tipped fingers numbly scratched at the back of his head. the dull sensation on his scalp was almost relaxing, but it also made his heartbeat continuously skip several beats. if aki were a cat, he swore he would have purred. 

“hmm, aren’t you too cute?” you cooed teasingly, earning you a faux irritated roll of his eyes from him. “but don’t you have to get up early for work tomorrow? you and others should get going, it’s getting late.”

your boyfriend let his eyes flutter close, inhaled deeply, and threw his hand back to exhale, a soft groan getting caught in the mix.

“yeah, i do . . . . but i’d honestly rather not go back with those two. working with them is one thing but living with them on top of it is something else entirely. they’re complete pigs, it’s disgusting. and having them in my personal space feels like hell every day.”

you chuckled airily at his childlike complaints, while allowing your other hand to shift to cup his face. “i totally understand. it can be hard, but just take it one day at a time, okay? and be patient with them.” you put extra emphasis on the word patience because you knew how aki could get if provoked enough.

the devil hunter groaned again, letting his head hang until it fully rested on your shoulder. he still wasn’t fond of denji and power being placed under his care or being in his space, but he didn’t mind you in his. matter fact, it’s something he’d grow to crave more and more as the days went by. it was unbecoming for a man like him, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care all that much. 

“now go! denji and power are waiting for you,” your voice trailed off and morphed into a more sing-song tone, which aki didn’t find amusing. but still, he sucked it up and stood at his full height with a heavy sigh. 

“fine.” if you squinted hard enough, it almost looked like he was pouting. “gimme a kiss first.” he mumbled with a titled head, trailing his hands up and down your waist.

your chest tightened in glee when his already deep voice grew darker, just a little heavier, that you could feel it’s weight on your waist where his hands rested; you were obsessed with his voice, especially when it was unable to conceal his obvious desire for you. happily obliging to his request, the both of you leaned in for a sweet peck, the noise of your lips softly smacking and then finally separating tugging a rare smile at aki’s lips. just as you were about to pull away, aki’s ample hands immediately grabbed the back of your neck and held it in place so you couldn’t move.

“wait, one more baby” his grumbled again, his tone thicker than before. how could you deny him when he looked at you like that and asked so nicely? so, you gave what he (and you) both wanted.

“mmm just— just one more. this is the last one, i promise.”

it was, in fact, not the last one. he’d say ‘one more’ five more times (and you’d give in every single time) before you had to literally pry him off. as you ushered him towards the door, with his hand on the doorknob, he assured you in a soft voice that he’ll come to see you the following weekend, because this week was supposedly going to be very busy for him.

“i’ll see you soon, alright? stay safe. call me if you need anything.” he planted one final, gentle kiss on your forehead. it was his own personal way of saying ‘i love you’.

maybe he’ll work up the courage to actually say those three weighty words one day. a part of him wanted that day to be sooner rather than later.

“you’re the one who needs to be careful, out here killing devils and shit everyday. but anyway, i’ll see ya later, handsome.”

your subtle compliment made aki’s body stiffen for a moment, and you were able to see his ears redden in real time as he exited your apartment. 

the fond contentment that surrounded the sword-wielding hunter was snatched away from him the moment the door closed behind his heels, and the crisp, cold air embraced his figure. 

denji and power immediately flooded his ears with questions, ones he didn’t care enough to answer. they were too personal for him. as far as he was concerned, they didn’t need to know what went on in his relationship. like second nature, his face returned to its naturally stoic state, and he pulled out a second cigarette and lit it as he walked away from the two devils, who were still pestering him with obscene inquiries.  

in that instance, he once again left his beating heart in human form behind on the ninth story of the apartment complex.

one could assume this might have been why aki hayakawa was so frigid all the time. the warmth of your love, of your being in itself that set fire to the blood in his veins, was pulled away from his grasp, causing his skin to harden and freeze in solitude and indifference. it ultimately contributed to overall icy personality, which seemed to be more steely than usual. each time his thoughts pondered on your tasteful figure —even for a moment— or the memory of your honeyed voice kissed his mind’s ear, he would have to stifle of groan of longing and annoyance, because instead of being in your bed, cradling you in his strong grasp, he had to be out here instead: his suit stained with the blood of some repulsive devil creature, dealing with all these. . . people, he thought in vague disdain, and dreading the paperwork he’d have to fill out for makima. 

the week seemed to have weights on its feet, with the way it dragged on day after day, ever so slowly. it was too slow for aki and work, as well as his eccentric roommates, were driving him up the wall.

aki’s skin grew too cold, it resembled too much like solid ice, where if you came to close in its vicinity, its frost would bite you. he had been without the warmth of his heart for too long. 

this realization would soon lead the dark-haired male to sneak out of his own house in the dead of night, an unfathomable gravitational force deep within his being pulled him to the little slice of heaven in this hell he had to live in everyday: to you. 

aki understood the impulsivity and recklessness of his actions and was well aware of the risks of walking around alone at night, knowing that there could be devils lurking literally anywhere. he didn’t care though; nothing else mattered when you were involved. he also knew that he really should be in bed, resting so he can be ready for another grueling day at his job tomorrow. 

but he just couldn’t seem to drift off into a dreamless slumber that his body so desperately wanted. not when you lingered and danced in the forefront of his subconscious.

it was an ungodly hour, most likely past two a.m., and lucky for aki, you were awake to feel the buzz of your phone in your palms. your closed laptop laid idle on the desk next to your bed, feeling the crushing weight of an assignment you were dreading lifted off your shoulders as soon as you pressed the submit button. now, you were currently going through your ‘watch later’ compilation on youtube, slowly but surely making your way through the list. 

that’s when you saw the notification from your boyfriend drop down from the top of the screen. reflexively, your heartbeat quickened, and your finger twitched as you read his rather straightforward text. 

you up? if you are, come unlock the door for me 

it’s a marvel how he seemed to know that you were awake at this hour. for all he knew, you could have been fast asleep, enjoying your ride to dreamland. 

but you supposed that just proved how attuned your man was to you. it was frightening sometimes, like he knew you better than yourself. 

and it would make sense for someone to be in tune with such an important organ more than anything else because of course, it was the one that gave them life and one wouldn’t be able to effectively survive without it. 

aki’s began to drown in the sea of his own thoughts, he didn’t even realize that the door was already open, and you stood there waiting for him. your soft spoke snapped him out of the daze he was in. you couldn’t stop the faint, cheeky grin that pulled at your facial muscles the longer you stared at your lover. 

if aki leaned close enough and looked hard enough, he might be able to see the hearts in your pupils. something about him coming here in the dead of night— randomly, no less — felt so adolescent. it felt like the two of you were some starstruck lovers in high school that couldn’t stay away from the other for too long. and something about the fact made your body temperature increase. 

you noticed that aki’s hair wasn’t tied up in its usual top-knot style. it cascaded freely in dark waved across his face, acting as a shadowy curtain over his lashes. the onyx stud earring’s he always wore glimmered in the refraction of the singular light that hung over their heads in the hallway. his katana was slung lifelessly across his back on top of the black hoodie he wore. 

aki’s face was mainly expressionless as he stared back at you, and yet, he still managed to look effortlessly beautiful. 

you’d never know that thoughtful stare could prove to be too much for him sometimes. the man found himself quickly tearing his gaze from yours after a few seconds, deciding that your eggshell white painted toes and silver anklet were far more interesting. and they were, because they were so pretty looking. everything about you was so pretty. 

he opened his mouth a little to say something, but then immediately closed it again, swallowing whatever thoughts he was going to share. concern briefly flickered in your brow at the minimal action. “aki? is.... everything okay?” you asked him carefully, knowing that he wasn’t the type to wear his heart on his sleeve or open about anything so easily.

he would need to warm up first to do that. 

aki took several moments to reply, and in the silence, his feet took control of the rest of his body and took a step forward. then another, and then another, until he had your back up against the wall, just like the other night. your breath slightly hitched at the memory, your chests brushing against one another.

“. . . everything’s fine. those two just. . . can be so fucking loud sometimes, even when they’re sleeping. can’t stand it.” his voice was rough and full of complaints, but his hands were gentle, finding their way back home on the flesh of your waist, and used it as leverage to pull your hips against his. you could feel the heat of his crotch on yours/

“one of these days, i’m actually going to kill them in their sleep and dump their bodies on the street.” and there it was again, that dip in volume that made his voice sound more like a sensual rumble in this throat. you started to wonder if he was aware of it or not.

the flicker of his intensifying gaze from your eyes to your lips seemed to be the catalyst in the two of your moving your faces closer together. both of you were so close he could feel the air escaping from your mouth when you let out a chuckle. “so dramatic. so...you came all the way here, because they were snoring too loud?” your eyes were lidded now, teasing him with faux offense embedded in your tone as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

aki all but hummed, not caring enough to reply at the moment, because he now became too busy pressing a much-anticipated kiss on your lips. this time, it was saccharine. it was eager, bordering on desperate. but most of all, it was warm. aki sighed and groaned into your mouth, relishing in the warmth of being here with you, in your house, in your arms, thawing the cold barrier that surrounded his veins. 

as the kiss grew more fervent ━ one of his hands gliding up the valley of your breast to comfortably latch onto your throat, and your hand that was clasp took root in his soft hair, giving it a little tug ━ neither he, nor you, could suppress the shudder that crawled up your spines.

the need to properly breath soon became too overwhelming, and soon enough the both of you pulled away from one other, panting softly into each other’s mouth, him resting his forehead on yours. 

“yeah...” he spoke slowly, trying to remember the question before the two of you kissed; his head was still fuzzy from the sheer euphoria of it all. “they’re....too loud. anyway, let’s go to bed, baby. ‘m tired.”

with one final peck on your lips, he slipped out of your loose grasp and padded his way to your room, with you following after him. you plopped on your bed and got comfortable as you watched your boyfriend maneuver back and forth between your room and bathroom as if he lived here. it felt very...domestic and you had to bite back the grin that wanted to pull at your lips and contain your giddiness.

as you connected your phone to its charger and set it on the nightstand, aki’s taller frame climbed into bed next to you. his clothing was reduced to his boxers and t-shirt, presumably wearing it under the hoodie he arrived in. instinctively, your bodies were pulled towards each other underneath the blankets: your head against the crook of aki’s neck and one hand on his chest, while his lanky, muscled arm was draped across your back, his palms rubbing miscellaneous patterns along your sides and thigh.

“you mind if i smoke a little before we sleep?” he broke the silence that filled your bedroom, remembering to be courteous whenever he came over.

you hummed sleepily, not realizing your own exhaustion as soon as you snuggled up against your boyfriend. “mmm, g‘head, baby. just open the window when you do....don’t want the smell to linger.”

it was amusing to aki  that while gave him permission to get up satisfy his smoker habit, you still you nuzzled yourself against him, holding him close like he was your own personal teddy bear. chuckling softly, he slithered out of your grasp and out of the comfort of your bed to grab the pack of smokes and his lighter that were in his hoodie pocket. 

remembering that you kept an ashtray in one of the drawers━ just for him; his heart pounded at the thought━ he placed it on the nightstand, and like second nature, pulled a pale white cigarette from its container with his teeth. with a few flicks of his black lighter ━one, two, three ━ the orange flame he’d come to be very well acquainted with sprang out from its plastic cage and kissed the end of his cigarette. wispy, white tendrils of smoke escaped from the end of the cigarette and idly floated into the atmosphere. inhaling and exhaling, as if he were breathing regularly, aki rested his back against the headrest of the bed, and blew out the toxic fumes, letting excesses of smoke lazily dribble past his lips. 

the man’s dark, cerulean eyes drowsily shifted from the blank ceiling to your now sleeping form next to him. he took comfort in the way your body gently rose and fell, and the way your facial muscles relaxed into complete bliss, not having a care in the world. 

the veiny hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette came to gently stroke the apple of your cheeks, then shifted so he could stroke your soft lips with the pad of his thumb. even in your sleep, you sensed his touch and leaned into his rugged palm. his chest ached and stomach churned watching you do that and God you were just so cute. so pretty and so soft and all his. every time he saw you, he liked the sound of that more and more.

this moment, it was comparable to a husband and wife sharing a bed. the thought made his cheeks and neck burn, almost causing him to choke on the smoke he was inhaling. aki wished all his days could end like this. he wished every day could begin and end like this, until the end of time. 

after a few more minutes, aki snuffed out the cigarette on the ash tray next to him, got up to brush his teeth and gargle mouthwash for a second time this evening, and climbed into bed with finality. pulling your figure into his once more. his now warm hand glided up and down the canvas of your spine, and both of your legs became entangled with each other.

this particular thing, his relationship with you, was very personal to aki hayakawa, indeed. he cherished it admittedly more than his own job and he wanted to show you, as well as tell you, how much you meant to him everyday for the rest of his life.

that’s probably why he placed one last tender kiss on your forehead before letting slumber take over, and against your skin he mumbled something that had been weighing heavy on his chest and his mind for longer than he realized.

“i... i love you, princess. sweet dreams.”

aki closed his eyes before he realized your own eye that had peeled open at his thick, sleepy voice, suppressing a dreamy smile at his love confession.

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      grimmjow’s adjuchas form was la pantera; a slender, panther-like animal that dominated the perpetually pale white dunes of hueco mundo. so naturally, (with my brain falling into grimmjow-specific rut) i’d like to believe that grimmy has a scent kink. and he’d never know nor expect to have one before crossing paths with you, a damned human, he’d curse in his mind.  there’s just something intrinsically wild and unhinged about grimmjow, and loving the way you smell ━ even to extreme extents ━ is just one of the ways he displays his affection for you. so, this segues into grimmjow getting very possessive over you very quickly and is almost …territorial with this pretty human girl that’s close with soul reaper ichigo and his friends.

it’s when he initially acts on his own, gathers his group of lower ranking arrancar, and invades the world of the living that he discovers you and your unique but slightly impressive spiritual pressure; impressive in the sense it was enough to see at least see spiritual beings like hollows and shinigami. during all the chaos and on his search for this ichigo kurosaki he’s been hearing about, he spots you on a sidewalk, engaging in what looked like a sprint, farther and farther away from a fight between one of his men and another shinigami he didn’t recognize or care enough to know the name of. from where he stood in the air, he could see then clear look of fear in your eyes. your facial expression was showed you were deeply distressed, your body visibly trembled━ 

then his analysis came to a pause. wait.

your body.

getting a little closer to the grown, grimmjow was able to get a closer look at what pieces of fabric were hugging that...voluptuous figure of yours. while dodging fall debris, maneuvered through the streets of karakura town in a baby blue, spaghetti strapped tank top that stopped just above your pierced, pudgy navel (the blue-haired arrancar had never seen a piece of jewelry placed there before, but found himself staring at it for longer than what was necessary), black yoga pants whose hem reached past your ankles, black ugg tasman slippers, and to top it off, your long black cardigan flew wildly in the wind as you ran. all his senses were sharper now that he was a more powerful, full-fledged espada, so he could hear the faint sound of clear beads from your butt-length hair violently bouncing against each other, giving you an individual style that grimmjow couldn’t help but find remarkable. and then without warning or a distinguishable explanation, some primal notion deep within his being, felt himself immediately attracted to you. but of course, being supercilious as he was, the thick fog of pride fogging his vision, he rebuked any and all lingering thoughts, curiosity, attraction towards you. you were a human for crying out loud. what was worse, you didn’t even have any powers like that orange haired woman orihime or that other strong guy, chad. they were human too, so what was different about you. not having the patience to figure it out, his ( initial ) regard for you plummeted and ultimately decided to ignore you so and carry on with what he initially came here for: to find a worthy opponent and fight them.

and that same wind that passed through your knee length cardigan floated irregularly through the atmosphere, making a slow and aimless ascension to the clouds that hung lazily in the navy-blue sky━ inching closer to the sexta espada. the air infused with your scent entered the vicinity in which his sharp nose was able to reach. the breezed wisped across his strong face and jaw, he inhaled it unintentionally and— God his mind literally blanked. grimmjow’s train of thought was abruptly flung off the rails and momentarily lost concentration on the fight he was about to engage in. he swore the hot blood that rushed down to his crotch from his brain was instantaneous, he almost lost balance.

what was that smell? and why in the hell did it smell…so good? his mind wandered, unknowingly becoming hopelessly enraptured by your aroma and wanting to fulfill the instantaneous urge to follow the scent, like a fucking dog or something. and when he remembered you running, panting heavily to safety ━ past his general direction ━ he put two and two together and figured out it was you. the ambrosial smell was coming from you, from that plush body of yours. it had taken his olfactory senses by the horns, and grimmjow nearly lost all his wits, the urge to abandon the whole fight with carrot top just to seek you out and take you for himself was getting stronger with each passing minute. and it was obvious he’s not good with impulse control at all, so the fact he had so much self-restraint to focus on the current task at hand was a feat in itself.

he was able to spot your figure one last time before you disappeared into one of the buildings a few blocks down. while senselessly beating ichigo into the asphalt of the street, there was a lingering thought in the back of his mind that liked seeing shade of blue against your mocha skin. 

maybe because the hue was coincidentally similar to the hair on his head.

soon enough the battle was over, and when he returned to his own quarters in las noches, laid on his bed and took a moment to really process everything? he could feel himself spiraling, but this time he didn’t do anything to stop it; he let his thoughts hurl themselves off the deep end. his senses were swirling, your pleasant odor imprinting on him more deeply than he had expected or anticipated it to. he needed to see you━ no, to smell you again. little did he know these budding desires would cause him to become enamored with every aspect of your being in the very near future. with grimmy being who he is, he already began to scheme and figure out a time when to go back to the world of the living. he didn’t even know what he was going to do but he just knew that he had to satiate these relentless thoughts. 

he could feel his member stiffening again when he remembered how just how you looked, with that frightened expression laced in your countenance. that paired with your sensual figure and how you smelled? without giving it a second thought, he scrambled to get his pants at his ankles so he could wrap his large palms around his girthy dick quick enough. he gave himself a few experimental pumps, precum was quick to bud from his slit when your round tits flashed in his mind’s eye. he then imagined how your aroma mixed with the scent of passionate sweaty sex as he fucked you silly would smell like, and just how much sweeter your voice could sound with his name dripping from your plump lips. with his mind racing, shame quickly evaporated from his body as he tightened his grip, his hand movements grew faster and alternating between different wrist movements. grimmjow cursed himself through deep groans for being aroused enough to even do something like this because of some human woman he saw on the street in the world of the living, but the poor baby couldn’t help it. 

grimmjow got so lost in the pleasure, in the feeling of how his heavy cock felt in his grasp and in his fantasies of bouncing you up and down his length, breasts jiggling in his face with his mouth clasped onto one nipple, like a baby desperate for milk from its mother. and he wanted all of your ‘milk’, and he desperately wanted to give you all of his; he wanted to fill you up with it. after overstimulating himself a little and having mind-blowing, sheet-gripping orgasm that left his chest rising and falling like waves against the seashore, his hips lazily thrusted into his fist on their own volition to prolong this euphoric sensation for as long as possible. usually, post-nut clarity was supposed to bring you to your senses, to a more rational and calm state of mind. 

and bring grimmjow to his senses, it did. because he stared at the unnatural amount of his solidifying seed in his palm, on his lap and near the hole in his abdomen, one thing became increasingly clear: releasing an abundant amount of cum didn’t make him want you less— it made him want you more. because grimmjow knew well enough he’d drive himself crazy with these kinds of perverse behaviors and thoughts of you had he done nothing to resolve the issue. with you on his mind, he wouldn’t be able to focus on the tasks as one of lord aizen’s elite arrancar.

eventually, around the time the fourth espada ulquiorra would coerce and kidnap orihime to come with him to hueco mundo, grimmjow decided that was the best time to. . . apprehend you as well. he didn’t even have a valid reason other than wanting to keep you for himself and utilize you as he saw fit. quite frankly he doubted anyone, including aizen himself, would care if he brought back a little something extra from the world of the living, especially if this ‘something’ was a human who was no imminent threat to aizen’s plans. if anything, this could only benefit him, since you were one of ichigo’s close friends and if needed, you could be used as leverage.

it would be at night when your fate would be sealed, the sky practically empty and starless. the lights from the many buildings and streetlights outshone any stellar body that hung up above besides the moon. and high in the atmosphere is where the garganta that came from hueco mundo pried itself open, like the mouth of a monster about to devour its prey. except the ‘predator’ in question was actually the sixth espada; and of course, you were the unsuspecting prey. his sapphire irises scanned over the vast area of the city, starting at the place where he last fought with ichigo.

memory served him correctly ━ probably because he was so determined━ and recalled the general area where your living space was. using his sonído, grimmjow already found himself hovering above the apartment complexes, and began to seek out your unique spiritual pressure. within seconds he was able to distinguish yours from the faint traces of the other humans living on this block, and he wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating from excitement or not, but he was sure he could pick up your scent from all the way where he levitated in the air. he had to suppress a growl as he followed his senses, and made an abrupt appearance on your terrace, which you unfortunately left cracked open because your bedroom was much too stuffy and desperately craved circulation from the cooler, night air. 

the blue-haired espada let out a sort of derisive chuckle at your blatant ignorance. 

it’s only when you opened the door to your bathroom that led directly to your bedroom did you notice that a stranger had entered your apartment. your heart dropped when you saw grimmjow’s tall, lanky but muscular figure sitting on your bed, his elbows on his knees and his eyes trained on you. he was like a cat, with how his gaze was so fierce and consuming. a wave of an unfamiliar fear washed over your body and mind, completely drowning you. your legs instinctively moved backwards back into the bathroom, your flight response taking prominence and deciding you’d barricade yourself in there. you weren’t even a hundred percent certain it would work, but you couldn’t just stand there.

but grimmjow was much, much faster. faster than what you could comprehend. 

his movements were so high speed, you had almost thought you imagined him sitting there, because by the time you blinked out of your stupefied stare, he was gone.

but your horror was unfortunately realized. in fact, you were not hallucinating the whole ordeal, because an unpleasant, static ━almost booming noise ━ rung out in your ear, and suddenly the intruder was behind you, one hand gripping your throat with unnatural strength, cutting off vital oxygen supplies to your heart and lungs, and the other harshly gripping one of your arms to keep you still. 

“scream, and i’ll snap your arm like a fucking twig. it won’t be hard for someone like me, y’know.” you tried very hard not focus on his rough palm on your windpipe, and how easy it would be to delude yourself into a line of thinking that, had then circumstances been different and you were already acquainted with one another, this could have led to an entirely different outcome.

but, at the moment all you could do was gasp raggedly, your mind slowly falling into delirium because you couldn’t breathe. using what little space you were allowed to turn your head back towards your assailant, your eyes widened at just how ferocious he looked. he looked human, but you knew he wasn’t; the skeletal row of sharp, saber-like fangs on his right jaw and the concerningly large hole in his stomach told you that; it was unsettling. what was even scarier about him though, was that he looked a little familiar to you. why did it seem like you’ve caught a glimpse of his face before?

“stupid woman. . . leaving your doors open like that. don’t you know that you’re inviting practically any body into your home? you’re lucky that it was me, and not some creep.” he taunted you sinisterly as his grip on your neck and arm grew tighter, and now your struggle to breath became more obvious when you started to see blotches in your vision. the balance beam tipped dangerously back and forth between arousal and the fear that ran through your brain at the thought you might actually die.

“w━wh..who a-are. . . you. . .?” you had so much to say, so many questions. but you physically didn’t have any strength to voice them and oppose him, and you certainly didn’t want a broken arm.

“doesn’t matter. all you need to know is that you’re coming with me. and no, you don’t have a choice so don’t try and make a big fuss about it.” grimmjow stated tersely, not waiting for your compliance or a response. it’s not like you could speak clearly anyway. 

given with how close grimmjow was to you, your scent violently invaded his nostrils, and he couldn’t help but lean down slightly from his height and take a deep inhale into your braided hair that was tied down with a fine, silk scarf. even a barrier such as that couldn’t stop your aroma to waft into his personal space. standing from behind you he also got a good view of your cleavage in the v-cut oversized black shirt you wore, and how your nipples reacted to the cold air from outside. he had to physically stop himself from ripping your panties off, gagging you with them, and stuffing your cunt by confining your arm into a tighter grasp. you thought it would break if you even moved an inch. he figured he’d only suffocate you, since he admittedly preferred not use force on you; you’re too pretty and fragile for that. grimmjow shook his head at the fleeting thought. he hardly even acquired you for 5 minutes, and you were already permeating and changing his ideals.

a transient thought of how sexy the man behind you was, how nice his chiseled chest felt against your back flickered through your mind before you succumbed to your unconscious.

by the time you awoke, your eyes adjusted to him leaning over your horizontal figure on the surprisingly soft bed, his nose once again in the junction between your neck and collarbone. you groggily recalled him getting a good whiff of you before you lost consciousness, but it didn’t occur to you how strange it was until you saw his handsome figure hovering over you like this. you lifted your hands to touch his taut pectorals in an attempt to put some distance in between the two of you, but of course, he was big and strong and wouldn’t move that easily.

“h-hey! . . .where am i? and what the fuck are y—“

he stopped anymore protests from flowing out of your mouth by slamming his hand over your jugular, which caused a startled yelp— one that sounded too close to a mewl— to tumble past your lips. you stared at the tendrils of baby blue hair that fell across his forehead as he lifted his face to look at you.

you couldn’t even maintain eye contact for five seconds; his acute stare quickly overwhelming you on top of the flurry of thoughts that wanted to ponder on his mean, but ruggedly beautiful and proportionate face. you felt shame heat your cheeks and throughout your body at these thoughts.

“stop. . . moving. and watch your fucking mouth when talking me, woman.”

there was something about the dangerous glimmer in his eye, the tone in his voice, and the blade strapped to his hip that you just now noticed was nudging your leg, that told you not to say anything more. the longer you processed this, the longer you stared at the gaping hole in his abdomen, the longer you eyed the arrancar taking prolonged whiffs of your skin, the more frightened you became. you reminded yourself that this — none of this was normal.

you were kidnapped. taken against your will to come to a place you could only assume was the place where all these hollow creatures came from, and the only reason you even knew that was because you were so close with ichigo. you felt your heart tremble and shake against your ribcage at the very real possibility that no one knew where you were or just who took you. you weren’t even sure if anyone was currently out looking for you.

pure terror of all the unknowns running laps in your brain caused the blood in your veins to run cold and freeze over. clenching your eyes shut as if you were trying to block out the impending dread, you tried to ignore the heat that blossomed and penetrated your thinly clothed waist when grimmjow’s fingers brushed against the fabric and fully took hold of your flesh in his possessive grip. the guttural groan he let out against your shoulder caused your body to buzz in pleasure. “i don’t know what the hell it is but you smell so. . . fucking good.”

time gradually passed—you don’t even know how long since the sky always resembled midnight and you had no watch or your phone — but your mind started to move away from your friends and lifestyle back in the world of the living and became accustomed to this life as grimmjow’s. . . .human. too accustomed, in fact. you weren’t even sure what you were to him, other than the fact he was always with you to some extent. he was always there watching over you, glaring at you and whatnot, always smelling you. had your mind become so deprived of genuine human interaction that you found this behavior endearing?

perhaps.

in a way, his clinginess made you feel safe, it made you feel protected. like— if you really wanted to let your mind fall down that rabbit hole— that no harm would ever come within 5 feet of you, so as long as the sexta espada was looming over your form from behind. 

as for grimmjow, normally, he would have harshly judged people who acted this ill-composed, depraved or obsessive, but now he was no better than them with the way he acted around you. there was just. . . some element that drew him to you, like a moth to a flickering flame, and it all started when your beguiling fragrance wafted up to his height in the sky that night. he was turning into a feral animal that needed to be kept on a leash; if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was reverting back to his pantera form.

if anybody’s gaze even so much as lingered on you for a bit too long, he would feel offended (why? he still didn’t know himself). his short temper would ultimately get the best of him, instinctively giving them a venomous “the hell you staring at? huh!?”, paired with his irritated and equally sharp glare. he’d rest a lazy hand on your hip or draped across your shoulder for good measure. 

and that’s another thing you noticed during your indefinite stay here at las noches, the name of the vast, castle-like building you’d soon discover later: grimmjow always seemed to be touching you in some shape or form. an arm across your shoulder blades, a palm on your curvy ass, a hand around your throat— usually to threaten you but you couldn’t help but be aroused and you were pretty sure he was well aware of this too— even when you slept. he quite aggressively insisted you share a bed with him, and his muscled forearm would always be perched across your torso. it wasn’t necessarily in a loving way, but more territorial. and when you’d wake up to find him closer than when you drifted off to sleep, with his nose wedged on your shoulder and a big hand encasing your breast, you couldn’t help but wish this, was a little more genuine.

and just like the animal adjuchas he was deep down, he consistently found himself to be in something of a rut, a lust-filled heat engulfing his loins whenever he looked at you, even if it was only for a second. you could be doing literally anything or just standing there, and the urge to pounce on you, to bite and lick and inhale your skin would become too strong at times. he constantly had to fight his primal temptations to shove you up against a wall or bend you over, and repeatedly piston his hips inside your tight heat — no matter who may or may not have been around. you caused his self-control and decency to deplete at alarming rates.

but, in those moments he let those impulses take over, which became increasingly intentional, it’s the most….God, you feel so many things when grimmjow has you sprawled out or spread open for him, practically in his palm and at his mercy. you could feel the possessive nature of his personality absorb you with the way his tongue danced across the canvas of your skin, and the way he gripped your hips so hard, constantly breathed your scent —like it was the only air he needed to breathe — as he drilled his hips wildly into your dripping cunt (he’d always tease you for how easily wet you get at any little, seemingly innocuous gesture he directed towards you, despite him doing it on purpose to provoke you).

out of all the positions he has, and will plan to, put you in, his favorite is most definitely back shots because he likes to watch his cock, with a scary amount of concentration and a manic smirk on his lips, impale you over and over and over again. he also loves seeing your luscious, fat ass ripple and bounce against his slender hips. “pussy so—” he’d let out a malicious chuckle and growl before roughly planting a heavy palm on your fleshy mound, the sound resonating throughout the spacious room, “—so fuckin’ good…all this time, before i even came and got you, you were keeping her tight for me, weren’t you? yeaaaah, fuck yeah you were princess. this cunt was practically made for me, just asking to be ruined.”

he’d say the filthiest words you’d ever heard when he had your back arched in the shape of a parenthesis. missionary admittedly always did it for him too, just so he can watch your face scrunch up in overwhelming pleasure and good hear you whining his name without the buffer of the blankets beneath you. and when he’d push your thighs all the way back to feast because he was hungry? you swear you lose your vision and see stars, practically ascending to the heavens when grimmy is devouring your cunt. it really shouldn’t turn you on so much when he takes a moment to unlatch from your twitching pearl of nerves, your slick sticking to his chin, just so he can smell you while he plunged his appendages in and out of your folds. he’d always edge you like this, and you hated it, but your whiny protests were dragged back down your throat and exchanged for a moan when he landed an abrasive slap on your thigh and muttered a gruff, “shut the fuck up, brat,” against your dripping sex.

he would be seconds away from cumming in his pants untouched when he treated himself to that first whiff. you’d be so embarrassed by it at first,but would soon enjoy it as much as he does; he basically corrupted you by thrusting his own lewd fantasies onto you and implanting them in your psyche. the sixth espada gets so drunk on the taste of you and the natural perfume of your pussy, he could stay down there for hours, until you passed out from the pleasure or physically couldn’t orgasm anymore. you’d have to hit him on the head to get him to come up for some air. even when you were on your period— some bloody human thing, he’d call it— didn’t stop him from effectively eating you alive.

grimmjow would soon come to the realization one night when he was balanced on his forearms on top of you, languidly rolling his pelvis in and out—with that slight upward motion that made your eyes roll to the back of your skull—that this, that you, were all he needed. nothing, not fighting any of his ‘comrades’ or enemies, not devouring other unfortunate souls, not the thought of getting stronger, could measure up to the way your palms grasped at his brawny, taut back, the way your voice got all high-pitched and soft, crying about how you “need more, i-i need you, love yo—oooh, fuck, yes!!”, and how your intangible essence surrounded and swallowed up his very soul.

as his thrusts grew deeper, faster and more mind-numbing, he decided that ‘yeah, this is it’. being inside you and taking pleasure in invading your mind, body and heart was it for him, he couldn’t ask for more. he knew he’d do just about anything for you if you just asked or bat those long, dramatic lashes at him. he hesitantly admitted himself that you were more powerful than he originally thought you were, because only you were able to make him come undone to such a staggering degree and reshape his disposition, even if it was only a little bit, and only for you to witness.

maybe humans weren’t that weak.

you were always the introverted type. having anxiety around other powerful people ( despite having tremendous power of your own ) , being easily intimidated, and not great at speaking publicly. leading a squad was a task in itself and at times, you shamefully wished that izuru  could handle everything for you. but that was just wishful thinking and unfair to your subordinates.

even being a captain yourself, it wasn’t a frequent occurrence to cross paths with another captain. it was an even rarer sight to cross paths with the captain of squad six. captain kuchiki was seldom seen out and about around the seiretei— unless it was for a captains meeting, training or leading his squad when there was a force threatening the soul society or dealing with manners that were thrust upon his shoulders as the head of a great noble clan. he never had the time, or frankly the regard, to mingle or lounge about with other captains or their lieutenants.

he was a very busy man. but, apparently not so busy to spare you a glance at every opportunity he got, or to greet you whenever you did see him.

he wasn’t too busy to stand and willingly converse in idle small talk with you, despite him having “better things to do than just stand around”.

he wasn’t all that busy to spare himself a little break from his paperwork and drop by your squad’s barracks within the seiretei. he’d flash-step into your office, effectively startling you and causing you drop the paintbrush and parchment in your hand, both of them rolling off your desk and onto the floor.

your other hand was clutched to your chest, in a feeble attempt to stop your racing heart. “shit—captain kuchiki! you startled me.” 

standing up from your chair to retrieve your materials, you didn’t miss his subtle eye roll. “i offer my humblest apologies for disturbing you.” sarcasm dripped from his smooth, monotone voice; it became his favorite way of speaking when addressing you. when you looked back up at him, you saw that his face remained stern and expressionless, but there was a ghost of a grin wanting to tug at his lips. 

he followed you on your way back to your desk. you could feel his unwavering stare burn a hole in the back of your head and suddenly your captain’s robes felt sweltering.

you cleared your throat awkwardly as you got yourself situated back in your chair, his strong, intimidating figure looming over you. “what can i do for you, captain kuchiki?” there was a certain emphasis you inadvertently placed on the word captain, that made the raven-haired man’s eyebrow twitch.

“i thought i told you, when we’re alone, you may call me byakuya… my love.”

byakuya kuchiki was capable of being rather tactical in his flattery, knowing exactly what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. he didn’t bother trying to hold back the small smirk the moment he noticed you shifting in your seat. he found you even more adorable when you were flustered and physically unable to handle any affection he threw at you— especially when it came unprompted like just a moment ago.

“i-i’m just …. trying to remain professional. you are aware we aren’t at home you know.”

he hummed in reply before placing a medium sized object on your desk. he leaned closer to your ear and purposefully lowered his voice as he spoke, “the servants prepared a special meal today, but it seems you’ve neglected to take it with you.”  his countenance never wavered still, but there was an undertone in his voice that suggested something else. something that made your stomach churn and butterflies erupt from their dormant cocoons.

you stared at the bento box blankly, trying to think of how to respond. another one of captain kuchiki’s skills included causing the words in your throat and within the walls of your mind to wither away and die. byakuya secretly reveled in the way you visibly shuddered when he further closed the distance, letting his soft lips brush against your cheek. it was having a greater effect on you because he was usually never this….coquettish outside of kuchiki manor. or even the master bedroom the two of you shared.

“so, you... came all the way here to bring it to me? byak— captain kuchiki, this is v...very unlike you.” you corrected yourself as you gripped the writing utensil in your grasp tighter. a gentle, baritone chuckle erupted from his throat, vibrating the very skin cells on your epidermis. it was a uncommon sound, and your ears—as well as your warm cunt— cherished every moment of it.

“is that a problem? i didn’t realize there would be such issues when i’m just trying to take care of my wife and making sure she’s…well fed.” the words ‘my wife’ sounded so good coming from his mouth, even several years after you’ve tied the knot. like the sweetest honey and vanilla dripping from a mouth-watering pastry, the endearing but inherently possessive nature of those two words lit your stomach aflame.

with an unexpected but delicate dip of his right hand onto your lower back, his pillowy mouth finally came together and laid the most tender kiss upon your cheek. byakuya made sure to let his lips linger a little in order to allow the tip of his tongue to fleetingly glide against your skin. his teasing, half-smile threatened to grow wider when his sharp gaze drank in the sight of your back slightly arching in his touch, and the sound of the tiniest whimper you just weren’t able to contain.

normally, it was you who had the greater affinity for byakuya’s affection during nearly all hours of the day, but this was certainly different— a good different, obviously. you couldn’t help but wonder if something happened that was impactful enough prompt him to do something as risky (or more like risqué) as this; you were well aware that he frowned upon any kind of public display of affection outside of the manor, and you made a note to quell your urges to get too close to him—at least until you got home. you strove to portray yourself solely as a colleague to the dark-haired man while fulfilling your duties as part of the gotei 13.

byakuya kuchiki, as a captain and the head of an influential noble family was unapproachable, almost seeming unreachable when he displayed his bouts of power and prominence. however, byakuya as a husband was someone completely different. you wouldn’t believe the brooding shinigami who rarely smiled and took his job entirely too seriously, was also the same man so desperate for your presence that he would leisurely come visit you, in the middle of the day while on duty.

and he was careful as well; the moment he sensed even the slightest modicum of someone else’s spiritual pressure, he’d reinstate the appropriate distance between the two of you, much to your protest when you nearly whined out his name. the urgent slam of the door to your office cut off your words.

your lieutenant izuru made a sudden appearance in the room, effectively startling you for the second time today. “captain, forgive my sudden intrusion but your—” the blonde’s nervous, lidded eyes then flickered over to the captain of the 6th division, who just stood silently a few feet away from your desk. his head was slightly lowered, and his muscled arms crossed over his chest. 

“c-captain kuchiki! your being here is certainly an... unexpected surprise. to what do i owe the pleasure of you coming to visit squad three’s barracks?” izuru was as respectful as ever as his kneeling position shifted a little to show his respect to another superior officer.

“it is nothing for you to be concerned about, lieutenant. i was just about to take my leave.” he responded in his signature, stone-cold voice. before leaving, he nodded his head in your direction as a farewell. maybe it was the incomparable speed of his movements, or the way his figure blurred as he used the flash step to make an exit, but you could have sworn, you saw a small simper on his lips. 

damn him, you cursed him in the back of your mind. 

damn him, as you continued to reminisce on his little visit for the rest of the day. your skin still remembered the featherlike touch of his slender fingers, the ghostly trail of his lips and very presence imprinted on your mind, causing your subordinates to give you worried glances when you made a certain expression; they even asked you if you were in pain. was it that bad?

damn that byakuya, as he stood roughly across from you during a scheduled captain’s meeting. you could hardly focus on whatever head captain yamamoto was saying about finances, when all you could do was discreetly stare at the clan head passively listen to what was being discussed. you felt yourself grow increasingly frustrated at him for not paying you even the slightest bit of attention—   not even a glance. but your feelings were misplaced and irrational. your own words from earlier rung out in your mind’s ear: “you are aware we aren’t at home, right?”

when the day finally came to a close, and all the captains were formally off-duty, you hardly even got out a ‘have a good evening!’ to the rest of your squad before taking your leave, leaping from roof to roof, in an effort to reach kuchiki manor quicker. 

upon your arrival, some guards were already standing at the main, grand entrance to the estate, and welcomed you back with a rigid bow and a uniform greeting. “welcome back and good evening, lady kuchiki!”

replying to them with a nod of the head and an absent-minded hum, you didn’t hesitate to inquire on your husband’s whereabouts. “has byakuya returned yet?”

one of the guards spoke up as they returned to their upright posture. “yes, the master returned a little while ago. he should be in the bath by now, considering the time.”

with an affirmative nod of your head, you maneuvered your way throughout the expansive property until you reached the designated part of the mansion where the bathing rooms were. a servant was already present preparing the soap and shampoo that they would be using today. 

there sat your lover, already bare in the tub that was designated as his. his hair was tied up in a messy updo style (a scarce sight for anyone unless it was in the bath), and his strong, muscled back facing you. after all this time, seeing him so...exposed will always awaken the butterflies in your stomach and the heat in your core. he wasn’t even looking at you, or saying anything, but byakuya was still able to make you so nervous you. he was effortlessly handsome, and had an imprint on your body and soul that would last for an eternity.

without turning around, byakuya noticed your unique but familiar spiritual pressure and greeted you in a deep, velvety voice. you swear you could pounce on him right then and there. 

“welcome back, my love.” he slightly shifted his head to the side as he addressed you, the small, cheeky grin he’d been wanting to sport all day truly glimmering within the walls of his own home, and in the presence of his lovely wife. 

that’s when you noticed that only one tub was ready and filled with warm water, and that was the one that byakuya was currently lounging in. the temperature of your face rose exponentially when you realized what it meant; you could practically see the smug undertones of his expression.

then, your skin was overcome with a sudden sensation, causing your figure to shudder with poorly concealed delight. you had been wanting to get close to him in a more intimate setting all day; you’ve been dying to touch him, to hold him, to kiss him, and it must have been obvious because one of the servants that were preparing the soap and petals— wait, petals? how come? — cleared their throat with a silent question, asking for permission to disrobe you for the bath. 

eagerly obliging, you let them take off your captain’s jacket and shinigami robes before departing to fold them neatly in your bedroom, leaving you in nothing but panties crafted from the finest linen (byakuya spared no expense when it came to you) that was now becoming drenched in your arousal. 

slipping the piece of fabric off and letting them fall to your ankles, with the help of byakuya’s outstretched hands, you let him guide you into the spacious tub, and sink slowly into the lukewarm, slightly translucent water. pink petals from one of the many cherry blossom trees on the estate’s expansive property waded around your body.

you were slightly confused on what the special occasion was, since the two of you didn’t normally bathe in together in the same tub, but you definitely weren’t complaining. the soft, content hum that escaped your lips was music to your husband’s ears. byakuya let the hand that was encasing yours drop to your back, gently tracing the indented line of your spine with his lithe fingers, while the other strong arm pulled you directly onto his lap; you both let out a quiet hiss when your extremities made contact with one another. his quickly hardening cock was now sitting directly under your wet folds.

“byakuya...” you keened, gliding your soapy hands up his lean, muscular chest until they circled around his neck. you shifted closer to him on his lap, causing his muscles to tense and his hips to twitch in an upwards motion, but he kept his composure, as always. “what’s all this for?”

the ebony haired man stared at you incredulously for a few moments before shaking his head. you would have thought he was annoyed with you if it weren’t for the endearing smile on his lips or his rough palms that were now affectionately resting on your waist and right cheek.

“are you so busy and scatterbrained that you’ve neglected your own birthday?” his voice was soft, so soft and tender, you weren’t sure if you’ve ever heard his voice get so delicate before.

your eyes widened in epiphany at the realization. today was your birthday, you’d been so busy with papers, and the new recruits, all these meetings—you had hardly left your office. byakuya bringing your lunch to you this afternoon made even more sense now. you were surprised that you’d even forgotten about it, because for the last few weeks, you’ve been excitedly chattering about it in his ear, not-so-subtly dropping hints as to what you wanted as a gift, having a good feeling that he’d get them for you, despite looking as if he didn’t care enough to listen. but when the day finally arrived, it had just…. came and went.

a low, hearty chuckle graced your ears as byakuya placed a soft peck on your nose. he was thoroughly amused at the look of confusion on your face. “silly woman…it’s as if your senses have escaped you the moment you awakened and are just now returning to you.”

you could hardly let out a giggle before byakuya— quite impatiently, as a matter of fact— closed the gap between both of your mouths and let your lips mold together, your bodies converging as one under the dim lanterns in the washroom. the kiss was slow, but the slow kinds of kisses were your favorite; it allowed you to really taste him, to get lost in his touch and his almost inaudible groans—it allowed you to drown in him.

the emotion that byakuya poured into your being through a mere but passionate gesture was almost too much. your senses were clouded with his scent and his presence, it was enough to make you weep as you tried to reciprocate at least a fraction of your own love in return.

it wasn’t obvious, but his sheer adoration, devotion and loyalty to you far outweighed yours.

he was first to break the kiss, regrettably so, for his lips that were coated with your saliva still brushed against yours. “happy birthday...my beautiful sakura flower.”

your already glassy eyes widened a fraction of an inch at the unique name, never hearing him say that to you before. your chest sparkled and crackled with a tingly feeling you couldn’t quite discern. your mind’s ear hyper-focused on the one meager phrase, so much so that didn’t feel the tears freely rolling down your face until byakuya used the pad of his thumb to softly wipe them away. why were you even crying? you weren’t sure, but all you knew was that your heart was soaring. 

“hmm, not only are you hopelessly distracted, but it seems you are a bit of a crybaby too. annoyingly sensitive.” byakuya’s countenance was completely serious as he teased you with a fondness in his tone that only you knew. it was one that elicited a soft chuckle from your throat as you nuzzled into the open space on his neck, mumbling a barely audible shut up as you adjusted your weight.

the clan head underneath you let his head loll back a little as he let out a soft groan. “we should go back to the room now, where we may continue your birthday.... celebration in peace.”

when you didn’t stir at his suggestion, your husband put his lips directly on the cartilage of your ear, his breath tickling your ear canal and causing you to shiver in his firm grasp. “my love,” he coaxed you in a deeper, sultrier voice. there was a dominant edge in his tone, effectively pulling your attention back to him and made your empty cunt clench around nothing, “all the gifts you’ve been hinting at are there waiting for you. and, i have one last, personal present to give you...”

as an emphasis on the word ‘personal’, byakuya let his hands move downwards to hold your voluptuous ass, and experimentally rolled his hips against your dripping core, giving you both the amazing gift of friction that your bodies had been craving. before you could even stop it, a whimper-like moan bubbled up from your lungs, your need for him skyrocketing at an alarming rate. 

he blessed you with another lazy, roll of his hips, his cock brushing against your folds and dragging against your clit, this time with a reassuring squeeze on the globes of your ass. “you do want it, don’t you?”

“y-yes....” you replied breathlessly. “want it...so bad. need you ‘kuya.” he let out a self-satisfied hum before scooping you up from under your thighs and standing up from the tub. you let out a yelp at the sudden cold air engulfing your body, stray petals sticking to both of your wet skin. 

locking his slim waist in between your thighs, you felt yourself swooning at just how strong the captain of the 6th division actually was. stepping out of the tub, he made haste to your shared master bedroom with you in his arms, not caring that much if one of the servants saw you; he knew they wouldn’t dare speak a word anyway, unless they wanted to lose their jobs. 

your husband also made haste to attack your neck in an unrelenting flurry of kisses the closer he got to your room. “tell me, darling, what is it you need? or rather who is it you need?” he murmured against your neck, each kiss growing more fervent than the last, causing you to whine at the feeling of his tongue gliding across your skin after each kiss. “hmm? use your words and let me hear you.” he demanded softly, expertly and swiftly opening the door enough to slip inside and closed it behind him.

“i..i need you, ‘kuya....you, only you.” you muttered in his ear, earning you another hum of approval. the quiet praise was more than enough to satisfy you.

finally detaching himself from your deep, walnut colored skin, he hovered over your form on the soft bed, your long, braided hair that was tied on top of your head coming undone. seeing you sprawled out beneath him like this, so patient and needy for him and him alone, spurred something primal in his gut. he was beyond grateful that fate had aligned itself in such a way and allowed you to end up here with him, forever his, he forever yours. he didn’t think he’d ever feel like this way again, but of course you were full of surprises; he constantly found new things and reasons to fall in love with you. and on top of it all, it was your special day today. byakuya was overcome with the urge to give, and give, and give until you were so brimming with his love for you, until you couldn’t take it anymore.

he knew he wasn’t the best with words all the time, but he was certain his actions more than compensated for it, in everything he did, especially when it came to loving you. byakuya smiled to himself a little —a grin probably missed by you because it was so inconspicuous—when he pondered on what your reaction would be when you figured out that he took the liberty to clear both of your schedules for tomorrow, so you can spend the whole day in each other’s presence.

it wasn’t even his birthday, but the best gift that captain byakuya kuchiki could ask for, in this life or the next, was staring right back at him with hearts in her pupils.

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     IT FELT A LITTLE CHILLY, but not too cold for it to be bothersome. damn touya for not closing the window after he came up here, you thought. he tends to forget menial things like that.

you probably didn’t feel all that cold because you had a six foot, life sized furnace half flung on top of you, soft snores emerging from his mouth in a rhythmic pattern. his body emanated a soothing, steady stream of heat, effectively penetrating your flesh and negating the cold winds from outside.

one arm nearly hung off the edge of the bed, while the other was tucked under your waist, subconsciously holding you close to him. his face was snug against the crook of your neck, nearly laying on your chest, and tufts of his silvery white hair tickled your cheek. his skin felt charred against yours, but warm and constant. familiar. you’d grown used to how it felt against your mocha skin, even craved it some times.

his shifting to get even closer to you— if that was even possible— caused you to move as well, and such subtle shuffling caused your brain to remember the sticky substance staining your pussy lips and the fabric of your panties that rubbed against them. 

the bodily fluids that leaked from your stretched out cunt belonged to the criminal sleeping peacefully on top of you, mixed with your own previous arousal. “i gotta keep you f-full baby, need to keep you stuffed because.…” you didn’t quite catch what he said after that, your brain was too scrambled and fuzzy from the most passionate sex you’ve had in a while, if not ever.

the feeling of his seed threatening to drip and ruin the freshly changed sheets, in addition to touya holding you so closely, as if he needed you to help him sleep, made you feel wanted. it made you feel a different kind of warmth than the heat that burned through your veins during and after sex— no, this one was different. it made you feel like you belonged, like you were someone’s one and only.

you were sleepy, but couldn’t seem to drift off into the land of slumber that you so desperately wanted to float to. instead, your tired gaze was fixed on touya and his peaceful figure. you were jealous of how seemingly easy it was for him to fall asleep.

and then, your eyes flitted to his many, wide spreading scars and your brows slightly furrowed. you were very aware of what he does, what he could do, and how a job like the one he had was seldom merciful enough to offer a moment of real rest to those involved. your nerve endings sparked and crackled throughout your body, causing your hand to move on its own to gently caress touya’s cheek, letting your skin truly mold with his for a moment, ignoring the rough feeling of his burnt flesh or the metal staples under the pads of your fingers. the moonlight illuminated your face through the blinds, and a faint smile was visible on your lips.

he was so beautiful. so tragically beautiful.

and then, with no previous indication, your thoughts went astray to a somber, much darker part of your subconscious. the dam that held back your intrusive thoughts began to crack the longer you peered down at the sleeping man next to you. 

this thing you had going on with him, you didn’t expect it to bring you so much comfort, or such a state of bliss and serenity. this thing wasn’t even real— it wasn’t official, there was no title, he didn’t bother to stay when the sun rose from its own slumber behind the skyscrapers of the city. and then you thought, of course he couldn’t stay here. he was a criminal, a wanted man with a deep and ugly past that you’ve only had the pleasure to dip your toes into one singular time: when he revealed his given name to you. but even that didn’t feel genuine; he mindlessly begged you to call him by his government name when your legs were thrown across his shoulders and he was bucking his hips languidly into your dripping heat. surely, he knew what he was saying then if he was that insistent about it.

and it surely couldn’t have meant anything to him. you probably didn’t mean anything to him.

and yet, over the few months that this interaction had been occurring, no matter how hard you tried to keep your heart from slipping and falling off the deep end of the cliff, you couldn’t help but want something more from him, something more permanent. you wanted to be his, you wanted him to be yours, through the good, the bad, the ugly and everything else in between.

you wanted him to look at you like you were the only person on this whole, godforsaken planet, like you created the very stars, moon and the sun that hung in the sky. you wanted to spend every day like this . . . just like this. in this little sanctuary of your studio apartment, away from the horrors and strife and unrest of the rest of the world. just here, with him. 

you brushed your fingers against the hardened skin of his back that laid across your torso. and there was always that nagging feeling, the feeling of the string tied to your ankle that brought you off cloud nine. not everything you desired was possible.

this was probably just a stress reliever for him, you pondered as you distractedly scratched his scalp, just something to do in the meantime. and even if that was the case, for now, you decided that you were okay with it. to be okay with this fleeting moment of indulgence and mentally prepare for the moment it slips through your fingers by the time you awoke in the morning. 

turning your head a little, you planted a sweet, chaste kiss on his forehead and snuggled further into the mattress. you should really try and get some rest. 

just as you closed your eyes and your body relaxed, a deep groaning noise rumbled from the white haired man on top of you, causing your eyelids to pry open again. 

you met touya’s equally tired gaze, actively fighting the urge to kiss the sleepy pout on his lips. “mmm . . . . ‘t’s wrong, baby? you good?” your stomach did a subtle flip at his casual use of the pet name and just how raspy and deep his voice sounded; it was something you would never get tired of.

“it’s nothing. ‘m fine, go back to sleep, okay? you gotta get up to leave in a few hours.” you tried to not let anything negative seep through your tone when you reminded him that he had to leave before the sun rose, yet again. instead you chose to focus on his concern for you; he probably sensed your mental anguish, even in his sleep.

the tiniest crease in his brow told you that he didn’t believe you. already sitting up from his laying position on your chest, he adjusted his position so that he was sitting up against the bed frame next to you. you shied away from his piercing stare.

“c’mere.” he uttered only one word, in that groggy voice, and you just couldn’t find it in you to refuse. climbing onto his thighs, touya pulled you closer with just one hand on your hip, so your chests and extremities were brushing against each other. 

his other free hand laced with yours that laid limply in between the two of you. your body immediately felt hot at his initiative to be so intimate.  “c’mon pretty girl . . . . tell me what’s goin’ on. you been restless all night.” when you didn’t answer right away, touya leaned his face closer, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, and his mouth brushing against yours. “my baby mad that i’m leaving? want me to stay here with you?”

the offer was tempting, oh so tempting. his flirty smirk was causing you to internally shut down. it was also sad because touya didn’t know just how perceptive he was. or maybe he did, and that’s why he was looking you like that, talking to you like he’s amused with the sullen look in your eyes, why he was gripping your hand and waist even tighter than before. 

“i...no. i-i mean, i can’t ask you to do that. and ‘m not upset, i was just thinking....” you somewhat answered his question, but the scarred man was still not satisfied. he needed more from you. 

“what’cha thinking about?” he lightly coaxed more out of you, while simultaneously rubbing miscellaneous patterns on your bare thighs. 

it was like he put some kind of spell on you. some trance that clouded your mind and made you pliant and so eager to answer his questions. damn him, and damn your heart for yearning for him in every shape and form.

“you,” you blurted out without warning, then quickly added. “about us. and what...this is. what i am to you.” 

you didn’t mean to bring it up now, or so abruptly, but it slipped out of your mouth before your brain could process what you were saying. but at least after tonight your mind and soul wouldn't be tortured with the same thoughts and desires. clarity was a breath away. 

you also didn’t notice the smooth ministrations along your legs came to a halt, until you looked back at touya in the eye and immediately regretted it. his gaze was intense and unreadable, almost like when he was staring at someone he were about to burn into a crispy nonexistence.

now it was him that didn’t have a reply. and the silence was too much for your anxiety to handle, so you gulped silently and attempted to elaborate on what you meant. “i mean, these meetings, and the reputation that follows you . . . all this being purely physical, it made me think that i was only.... a-and i really didn’t— 

touya must have predicted what you were about to say, and before you could even say it, he cut you off with a warm palm at the base of your neck and fierce kiss on your pouty lips. 

you were stunned for a moment, but still meekly reciprocated his advances. and within a few seconds, he pulled away, his hand remaining on the base of your throat and the other on your thigh. his aquamarine eyes were shining and all-consuming, but his facial muscles barely moved. “and you what? you don’t think i actually like you? that i’m just using you, and you’re not enough?”

your brown eyes widened at his accuracy and blunt words. he really was intuitive. it was actually kind of scary. 

your mouth opened to reply, but he silenced you with a feather-like graze on your cheek you didn’t know he was capable of. “well you’re off. waaay off. i’m still here, and come back almost every night, because you’re more than enough for me. you’re more than just a tight pussy to fuck and a nice bed for me to crash on.”

touya tilted his face closer to yours again, so your lips can brush against his as he spoke, “i told you my real name. no one knows what my real name is and is still alive and breathing; it’s only you, baby.  you knowing that one piece of information means i already trust you more than anyone else. and besides, who else is patching up my wounds and rubbing ointment on my burns? only you, baby. who else am i letting my guard down and pouring my heart out to like this? only you, princess. who else do i dream about as soon as i fall asleep? only you, pretty girl. who else invades my mind like a parasite at every waking moment of the day? only you, sweetheart. who else would i burn the whole fucking world down for so much as someone looks at you wrong? only you, baby. who else would i rather have bouncing on my co— to make love to? only you, sweet girl. you’re the only good thing in my life right now. the only thing that makes living less shitty.”

you were motionless on top of him as you listened to his own version of a love confession, and you could already feel the salty tears threaten to drop past your eyelashes. touya, who was still holding one of your hands in his, grazed his thumb across the valley of your knuckles. taking his other hand, he wiped away the tear that had already cascaded down your cheek. he’s not used to being this gentle and this vulnerable with anyone. it felt strange and foreign. but with you, it all came naturally.

“there’s a lot more shit i wanna say, but i think i’m gonna wrap it up here. it’s late and i’m fucking tired.” he joked and he swore he felt his skin light on fire when he saw you smile at his playful words. “there isn’t anyone or anything else i would risk my job and reputation for, other than for you. so to answer your question: you’re mine, always have been, always will be. and i will always be yours. i’m basically telling you that i love you so....”

he trailed off, looking at the wall because he knew that if he kept looking at you his heart would crawl out of his throat and he would die. or accidentally activate his quirk because he was so worked up and burn you both alive. or both, in either order.

you were still perched on his lap in shock. tears were now freely flowing from your eyes, and they wouldn’t stop no matter how loudly you screamed at your brain to stop. you couldn’t see the genuine, loving grin on touya’s lips when he finally gathered the inner strength to glance at you again, because your eyes were so blurry with your own emotions.

“t-touya...!” you whined, your voice warping into a sob. wrapping your arms his shoulders and burying your face in his neck, you bit down on your lip to keep yourself from losing anymore of your composure. you were definitely moved by his sincerity, but you didn’t want him to see you ugly cry, which was a very real possibility had you stared at him any longer.

touya’s big, rough hands rubbed small, tight circles into the fabric of your shirt, and without another word and a kiss on your temple, the two of you slid back under the blankets and snuggled back into bed, with you clinging onto his broad, taut body. the warmth from his skin and his incoherent whispers—something about being a big crybaby— finally lulled you to sleep.

you had a feeling that he would be here when you woke up. 

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okita is so fucking mean to you. i mean you knew that getting into a relationship with him but damn, it's times like these when he was balls deep, nestled so far up your cunt that it really processed how rude he comes off, whether he means to be or not. but still, you can't really help the involuntary clenching of your pussy around his cock when he chuckles laughs derisively against the shell of your ear :(( you're back at his place-- his nice comfy apartment you always find yourself lounging at on your off days and on weekends-- and he's practically fucking you in the mattress. he's fucking you good and he knows it. damn cute bastard is what he is.

your back is against his lush pillows and sheets, now both legs dangling lifelessly off his shoulders, one of okita's arms was gripping the headboard for support, and the other would gracefully switch between your pulsating clit and having a hand on your throat. the purpose of his palm on your neck is to make you look at him when your eyes start to flutter backwards into your skull. he got a serious kick out of practically seeing all thoughts except for him leave your brain, and the way you squeezed around him just right whenever he would lightly choke you; he nearly came at least three times because you just feel so good and you're so beautiful, and all his. he got such a kick out of all of this that a mocking laugh escaped his pretty lips, his deep crimson irises darkened a shade but still seemed to sparkle with sadistic mirth from seeing you underneath him like this. "awwww baby, feels good? looks like you're enjoying yourself a little too much. here, let me help you out a little..."

and then he'd slow down. the bastard purposefully slowed down his thrusts to a lackadaisical roll of his hips against yours. he can feel your slick and cum (from when he sat you on his face) squelch and splatter against his pelvis and thighs whenever he slowly, but with rough precision, rocked against you. okita would throw his head back and curse, "fuck...you're so fucking t...tight, princess."

"goddammit! fuck, sou' p-please, please speed up! d-don't be so mean....i hate you." you huffed out a cry as you grinded your own hips back into him, trying to build up a rhythm and pleasure yourself. you didn't actually hate him and he knew that, you were just a little upset and emotional

okita's wine red eyes rolled back down to gaze at you trying to fuck yourself on his cock. a sinful smirk pulled at his lips as he watched you try to get yourself off. "'don't be s-so mean, sou'!' look at you, being so nice and doin' all the work for me. aren't you the sweetest thing?" your boyfriend's voice ascended a few pitches in an attempt to mock you. at this point, he damn near stopped moving completely, only giving you a few shallow rolls every now and then. he looked so....almost evil above you. but he was still devilishly handsome.

a pout immediately morphed onto your pretty, glossy lips and tears began to well up in your eyes, feeling frustrated he was teasing you yet again, especially when he was making you feel so good and you were so close to cumming. then without warning he leaned close enough so that his pale brown hair brushed against your face, then surprised you with a peck on your pouty lips. "you are just so fucking cute. relax baby, okay? i got you."

suddenly, he drew his hips back enough, until his pink tip nearly kissed your folds, and plunged all the way back to where he was before all at once, causing your back to arch into him like a cat. both of your moans were loud, choked out and desperate. the both of you felt heavenly encased in each other like this, neither of you wanting this moment to end. from that point on, okita got a little more serious, and fucked you like he loved you (cause he did, obviously) <3