Every time you walked to the fourth division, you could feel it everywhere. Whenever you went back to the barracks, there he was, somewhere in the roofs of the buildings. Even when you were alone in your room, you could practically smell him; he had been there at some point while you were gone.Â
Notes:
KINKTOBER DAY 16: Size Difference
I think I'm not that good at writing yandere stuff, so this is more lighthearted than it should be, i suppose. I still tried lmao, either way, I enjoyed writing the smut part of this đ„Ž
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divider by @/cafekitsune
You regretted sleeping with Kenpachi the minute you started feeling his spirit pressure around at practically all times, the day after the deed.Â
Every time you walked to the fourth division, you could feel it everywhere. Whenever you went back to the barracks, there he was, somewhere in the roofs of the buildings. Even when you were alone in your room, you could practically smell him; he had been there at some point while you were gone.Â
Kenpachi was known for being insane in a different way than this, so you couldn't lie to yourself and say it didnât turn you on to see him being so obsessed with you. As creepy and insane as it was, you still found it somehow flattering.Â
But it was getting ridiculous.Â
You had just ordered a drink at a bar, and the guy handing you the glass had talked to you for not even a minute before you felt Kenpachiâs looming presence behind you.Â
âYou have got to be kidding me.â You growled, turning to see him behind you as the man scurried out. As did most of the people in your surrounding. âWhat do you think youâre doing here?â
âWho was that?â Kenpachi asked in an intimidating tone, but you paid it no mind.
âJust some guy, serving me a drink! And what is it to you?â
âWhat is it to me?â He growled.
You ignored him, downing your sake in one gulp before walking past Kenpachi and out the bar. Your short legs werenât a match to his long ones, and he had grabbed your arm as soon as the cool air hit your face.Â
âLet go!â You tried to yank your arm free, but he remained unfazed.Â
âNo.â
âWhat do you even want?â
Kenpachi looked at you with the deepest frown. Like he couldnât believe you were even asking him that.Â
âWhy did you disappear the next morning?â
âWhat?â
âWhy did you disappear the next morning?â He repeated with a louder voice. His stare was threatening, but you knew better than being scared of it.Â
âBecause I had to go.â You replied flatly. âIt was just a one night thing.â
You were fully aware of what kind of beast you were toying with, even more so when you noticed the muscles in Kenpachiâs jaw tense.Â
It amused you to no end that he actually wanted something more than a casual affair. You hadnât pegged him as that kind of man, quite the contrary. He gave the impression of being completely aloof and carefree, not looking for any deep connection, let alone being obsessed enough with one person to keep them by his side.
You were obviously wrong.Â
With a smirk on his lips and an alluring gleam in his eyes, he replied:
âYou are mine every night from now on.â
You could only keep up the banter for a while, huffing and complaining about how he didnât own you, and that you were your own person. You were, but you submitted yourself willingly to him when he tugged at your arm to drag you to a dark alley. And you didnât put up a fight.Â
Your body shivered uncontrollably, hips jerking forward on their own accord. It was difficult to stand up and not succumb to the immense pleasure you were experiencing; if it wasnât for Kenpachiâs hands on your thighs, you would have fallen down already.Â
You moaned loudly, supporting yourself with hands against the wall, as Kenpachi devoured you from behind, your pants and panties discarded at your feet. His face, buried in the curve of your ass and between your legs, never left you, delving in your entrance, as if he had been craving your taste for years. As if he hadnât just tasted you a few nights ago. His hands were burning your skin, digging his fingers where your ass and thigh met to keep you as still and open for him as he could.Â
You had objected to this affair for a number of reasons, but you had forgotten what they were then. He was just too good. That a man as big and proud as Kenpachi was kneeling behind you, eating you out from behind, was a thrill on its own; but his tongue and mouth were marvelous, exploring every inch of you, making your veins pulse with pleasure.Â
He slurped and hummed, kneading your flesh every time his tongue pressed inside you just right, making you press back against his mouth. You panted heavily as he lapped at your clit next, coaxing you closer to the edge of an amazing orgasm.Â
âFuck, youâre gonna make me comeâŠâ You warned him, reaching behind to thread your fingers in his hair.Â
Kenpachi growled, animalistic and raw, as he kept swirling his tongue against your pussy, not leaving any bit of skin untouched.Â
Your legs shivered when you came a few moments later, seeing white behind your lids as a long, dragged out moan left your lips. His firm grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you in place as he coaxed out more and more of your release.Â
When you yanked at his hair, wordlessly commanding him to stop, Kenpachi pulled back. He only gave you a second to respire, standing up and positioning himself behind you. You didnât even register what he was doing until he pulled down his hakama enough to free his cock, and his big hands on your hips made you gasp when he brought you closer, making you stand on your tiptoes to align your pussy with his dick.Â
Kenpachi didnât waste any second in sliding his erection inside you. You let out a choked out moan, thigh shuddering as you struggled to accommodate his size, but you could barely do anything, your toes hardly reached the floor.Â
You were small, vulnerable, when he started to thrust against your pussy. You tried to keep your balance with your hands against the wall, but every jerk of his hips made you totter, and his cock grazing the deepest part inside you left you speechless. You were going to be sore the next day; just like you had been after the first time you laid with him. He was simply too big, thick, making it a tight fit for him each time he glided inside you.
Grunting and groaning against your neck, Kenpachi hovered over your body, covering you completely with it. He wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you close to his body, his other hand sneaking under your clothes to grope your breast. You whimper in overwhelming delight when he pinched your nipple just as the tip of his cock pressed against a sensitive spot inside you.Â
âLook at you, you canât even talk.â He mocked you, roughly squeezing your tit. âNo one else would make you feel this way.â
You wished you had it in you to contradict him, but it would have been in vain. You were moaning, mewling and whining as if you were being tortured, but it was all due to his touch, his hands on your body, his lips against your neck, and his cock relentlessly sliding in and out of your pussy.
âYouâre mine.â Kenpachi said against your ear, voice spilling lust, giving you goosebumps. â You belong to me, donât forget it.â
Your eyes rolled back when the heat inside your abdomen built up, closer and closer to the edge of an impending orgasm.
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an uraai fic centered around the events of the kisuke vs askin fight in TYBW, where urahara kisuke gets haunted by an old adversary.
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He wasn't the sort of man to believe in Fate. No, on the contrary, Kisuke Urahara thought that fate was something born of ignorance rather than logic. However, he could admit that his matchup against Askin Nakk Le Vaar seemed born of something akin to fate, something that was cruel and precise in how it hurt him and haunted him in equal measure. It was the whole look, the holistic view that made him notice the similarities: the cowlick, the strand of hair dangling in the front in the most annoying of ways, and the constant monologuing that made the recurring thought of Sosuke Aizen pop up in his head as he looked at his opponent.
For all their similarities, there were also a thousand little things that Kisuke's rational brain noticed that were different between the two: Askin's more relaxed demeanor, sarcasm, and even little mannerisms that he detected. While it was proof that it was entirely irrational to keep thinking of Sosuke Aizen, the more emotional part of his brain, which he had acquired more recently in the century of exile, had arguably grown softer, and he couldn't stop it. Perhaps it was his recent encounter with Aizen that had also left him rattled, when he had to create about a thousand other contingency plans in his head should Aizen try to escape and need to be restrained again.
It was hard to breathe inside the Gift Bereich.
"Kisuke Urahara. You're a knowledgeable man. You look like you've seen everything there is to see," Aizen, no, Askin had said.
"With a mind as brilliant as yours...."Â He shook his head to clear the memory.
"What will His Majesty create after destroying the three worlds? Don't you want to see what that is?"
"A winner doesn't ask how the world is, but how it should be!"
His brain functioned at approximately 95% of its usual rate.
"I am..."
Kisuke stood up almost automatically, gathering all his strength to direct a strike at Askin to catch him off guard, or to clear the thought of Sosuke's breakdown from his head. It was unclear as to which reason was the truer one.
Askin was easier to talk to.
It was his justification, and he was unsure to whom he was directing said justification because Sosuke Aizen was not here, but the lingering guilt over not divulging more information to Aizen, who had fully shown himself to Kisuke with his breakdown, had not left his mind yet.
"If you want something created that nobody's ever seen before, it should be by your own hand. That's how scientists are," He replied to Askin, as his sweat drops fell to the ground in an irregular pattern he took note of.
To Askin, it would have been obvious that Kisuke meant himself and Mayuri Kurotsuchi as the scientists in question because he had brought up Kurotsuchi moments prior. But in Kisuke's mind, and he had never told anyone before, this was something he partially respected Aizen for. To have the sort of vision where he was the one creating something new, a soul society that he led, unlike Askin, who was interested in following another scientist's vision.
Their views are not so similar after all, Kisuke thought, the only thing this Quincy shares in similarity with Aizen is his appearance. That's all.
It was a rational conclusion he had come to based on the evidence surrounding him from what Askin had shared about his own mentality, which Kisuke asked him with the intention of figuring this out â how similar he is to Aizen, and also to try and understand him, which was something he decided to try out after witnessing Kurosaki's approach to his opponents. He was a scientist after all. The method seemed interesting enough, and he was going to test it out.
It was hard to remain rational, he had realized, with blood gushing out of his eyes despite Benihime doing quite a spectacular job of healing him with the rustiness from not being used for quite a long while. He knew he was fighting Askin Nakk Le Vaar, a quincy, a being so separate from Aizen Sosuke he might as well have been from another realm (which he was, he thought dryly). Yet, in the haze of battle between life and death, it was hard for him to differentiate the two: he was being pushed to the edge physically while still going through his contingencies, the purple reiatsu of the Quincy visible through every edge of this Gift Bereich and looking oh-so painfully familiar. Kisuke could swear that when he looked at his adversary, Askin would flicker, and he would be met with Aizen clashing a sword for a split second, before refocusing his eyes on the Quincy. It was haunting to have his brain be so uncooperative. It had certainly never happened before.
Askin was gone now. Grimmjow had crushed his heart, and the man had fallen to the ground, revealing one last gift to him and his group that Kisuke had anticipatedâ the poisoning effects of the Gift Bereich had increased, causing them all to fall to the ground writhing, panting in pain as they waited for Nelliel to arrive. Nevertheless, even with all his injuries and the concerning number of plans he'd gone through like rapid fire, he took a bit of relief in the fact that he wouldn't have to be haunted by the sight of Aizen in his periphery like an old ghost again.
Kisuke Urahara passed out for an extended time.
"...That Quincy did a number on you. How intriguing it is for you to get your hands dirty in a fight, Urahara Kisuke. And this dirty, as well."
That voice. That damned familiar voice that he had last heard screaming at him.
He blinked, slowly pressing his arm against the floor to push himself up and look at the owner of it.
Sosuke Aizen stood there, with a hole in his chest, bleeding from his mouth, and an entire arm missing. He continued. "Though I suppose I'm in no better shape, aren't I?"
"Is this...a dream...of sorts?" Kisuke rasped, unable to put his guard up because he was poisoned, tired, and suffering from blood loss. "Have you come...to haunt my dreams... as well, Aizen-san?"
The man's only visible golden eye narrowed, but it didn't seem to be displeased. On the contrary, the little twitch in his mouth showed pleasure at Kisuke's inability to discern between reality and fiction. "Haunt you? I didn't quite know I was doing that, Urahara Kisuke. Do you dream of me that often?"
"I..." Kisuke tried to push himself up further, knowing that, whether he was real or not, Aizen would not do him the courtesy of crouching or coming to his level. "I am not⊠is thisâ"
"âI assure you, I am quite real."
While Kisuke was recollecting his breath, Aizen took the liberty of observing the environment, surveying the giant doll of a zanpakuto lying on the ground as well, her black hair spilling everywhere, and her arms stiff as a doll's. No doubt modified by Urahara himself because he was the sort of man to modify a zanpakuto for maximum efficiency. Never mind the sanctity of a relationship with one's soul. But she was nothing short of beautiful.
"And this... I suppose, is your bankai."
Bankai.
Urahara Kisuke had achieved Bankai, and he was none the wiser to its abilities, not until now, which meant that he had never pushed Urahara quite to the edge like this⊠Quincy did. He supposed it was a bit ironic that the corpse of Urahara's adversary had the same cowlick style as he had in the past. Even their names were phonetically similar. Askin. Aizen.
Quite a joke Fate had played. It was almost tacky, he mused.
"Yes," Kisuke finally replied, finding himself unable to put up his walls again for the moment, and decided instead to survey his surroundings to implement any contingencies while keeping an eye on Aizen, "this is Benihime."
Aizen's eyebrows inclined up for a split microsecond as he processed how honest Urahara was being. It was a strange feeling to have such a conversation with a man who danced around them so efficiently and elegantly.
"It is..." Sosuke conceded, with great effort, "A magnificent Bankai."
Anyone want to do a writing collab just for fun? It doesn't have to be a 10k word count. Even a short imagine will work. X reader format. Depending on the characters.
Some ideas on how to collab:
1. One of us does the beginning half (setting up the plot) and the other does the ending (climax).
2. One of us does the non-smut part and the other does the smutty bit.
3. One of us writes out the head canons and the other produces a fic out of it.
4. If you are looking for a bigger project, we can always divide up the three act structure and come up with a plot together. But this would be a long term effort.
5. Open to ideas.
6. I don't draw but if you want to draw something and want me to write a fic based on that artwork, that can work! I've done it befoređ
Gin Ichimaru x Byakuya Kuchiki -Small angsty drabble inspired by @my-my-my waka poem knowledge! I need more Gin and Byakuya content â€ïž
The gentle floral scent and sway of sakura blossoms lost in the breeze fluttered down onto the engawa. Two cups of tea sat on a plate between him and shadows, outside the room of the library of his estate. He felt it then, the cold shiver that curled up one's spine even in the warmth of spring. With a voice like smooth, cold scales, colored with words that bared fangs, he approached.
Gin Ichimaru joined him on the engawa then, bringing the cup of tea to his lips, âYer early.â
âNo, Ichimaru, you are quite late. You made me swear a promise and here I sat well into the morning-â Byakuya began, his frows furrowing but the other waved a hand in nonchalant. Gin pulled out his own book, tucked somewhere into his sleeves and opened it to a page, his nimble fingers careful to not leave a crease or mark along the pages. This was their secret, their rendezvous. Here they sat, tucked away from the Seretei and obligations, lost between pages of books in the Kuchiki library.
âGotta return this one, almost done.â Even with upturned eyes the slight fall or rise of his smile and arch of his brow told Byakuya the other was reading, finding enjoyment in the poetry. âYou may keep them as long as you like. Aizen-taicho has a few of my grandfather's books still,â Byakuya spoke, uncrossing his legs to recross them into a more comfortable position as he turned a page.
âAww donât sour the mood with my taicho, Byakuya-kun,â Gin teased, but his words held authority. Aizen was a taboo topic in these moments, even if they began because Aizen would drag his young lieutenant with him to peruse the libraries of the Kuchiki estate. They did not stare at each other then, letting the moment fall away, blowing away into the wind with sakura blossoms and untold truths. He would never comment on it, and Gin would never elaborate on it- whatever that relationship was between him and Aizen.
âShe still donât like me, hm?â Gin curled a hand around his leg, pulling his knee close as he looked behind him, into the dark room of the library past the doorway. The shuffle of soft feet along the floorboards grew fainter as his smile grew wider.
âDonât tease her, Ichimaru.â
âWhatcha gonna do about it?â
A hint of smile began to curl on his own face, a childish rise to challenge Gin brought out in him. His own reiatsu grew, petals curling against snake skin, a warm spring breeze against a reptilian chill. Yet still, in silence they sat, testing and teasing each other as they turned the pages of the books. Gin yawned after some time, setting the book aside and stretching his arms up, âI better get back to Izuru, I am sure heâs worried.â Byakuya watched as the man stood, holding out the book to him. He took it, their fingers brushing for less than a moment, âI donât need to check out another Byakuya-kun. Thanks for the offer.â
His brows furrowed momentarily, the confusion evident but Gin smiled down at him with a sense of finality that sent a shiver down his spine. He would not make a remark, he would honor a man's conviction even if it meant these moments would be no more. They did not say goodbye as Gin slithered off back to his division, they did not say anything. Byakuya just turned one more page in the book and his eyes fell upon a poem-
More than I can bear, past the hour of the snake,
The hour of the horse is All the more sad;
Love is like a sheep
Steps to the slaughterâŠ
(Author of the Waka poem: Master KenshĆ (1130-1209))
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cw ! ââ minors do not interact. reader is black and thick coded but you donât have to imagine it that way. reader is also the new captain of the 3rd division of the gotei 13. just pure intimacy and fluff. undertones of nsfw. mentions of nudity. suggestive/explicit scenarios like bathing together. teasing if you squint . passionate kisses. hints of domesticity bc theyâre married. sickeningly sweet fr i love it. byakuya is sarcastic. heâs also soft n caring and very much in love under that stern façade <3 husband material fr .
word count ! ââ 3.8k
notes ! ââ back again letting my bleach brain rot take over :) this was another random thing i decided to write about but donât worry, i have more ideas for him and so many more from bleach and other fandoms :) i just had to get this out of my system . also, i come back to this edit of him a lot heheh. REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!
edit as of 9/26Â ââ turned this into a self-indulgent fic as a gift to myself bc why not :)) i think i got carried away near the end. byakusosa is one of my selfships LOL happy birthday to me <3
byakuya kuchiki is the captain of the sixth division of the 13 Court Guard squads, as well as the 28th head of the Kuchiki Clan, an influential and noble family. he was aloof, stern in his beliefs and valuesâ about himself and others. he often came off as indifferent and borderline arrogant. his skills as a shinigami were not anything to be taken lightly or to be trifled with for his spiritual pressure was intense. his combat experience and strategic compentency, including his shikai and bankai made him very strongâ and intimidating.
and then there was you. you had been appointed captain of the 3rd division not that long ago, but still a while after ichimaruâs betrayal, making you the third woman who currently held a captainâs position within the Gotei 13. truthfully, you didnât really like leadership positions, especially ones as prestigious and impressive as this. in truth, youâd much rather be led. the drastic change in environment from a lower district in rukongai to lavish and spacious captainâs quarters and becoming a high ranking shinigami still felt strange, despite all the time that has passed. even a lieutenant, third, fourth or fifth seat position would have been more appealing to you than a full-fledged captain. but unfortunately, your strengths were recognized, you were vouched for, and not one for confrontation.Â
the two of you couldnât be any more different.Â
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 wasnât 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 seireteiâ 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 wasnât too busy to stand and willingly converse in idle small talk with you, despite him having âbetter things to do than just stand aroundâ.
he wasnât all that busy to spare himself a little break from his paperwork and drop by your squadâs barracks within the seiretei. heâd 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. âshitâcaptain kuchiki! you startled me.âÂ
standing up from your chair to retrieve your materials, you didnât miss his subtle eye roll. âi offer my humblest apologies for disturbing you.â 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.Â
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 captainâs robes felt sweltering.
you cleared your throat awkwardly as you got yourself situated back in your chair, his strong, intimidating figure looming over you. âwhat can i do for you, captain kuchiki?â there was a certain emphasis you inadvertently placed on the word captain, that made the raven-haired manâs eyebrow twitch.
âi thought i told you, when weâre alone, you may call me byakuya⊠my love.â
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 didnât 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 youâ especially when it came unprompted like just a moment ago.
âi-iâm just âŠ. trying to remain professional. you are aware we arenât at home you know.â
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, âthe servants prepared a special meal today, but it seems youâve neglected to take it with you.â 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 kuchikiâs 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 thisâŠ.coquettish outside of kuchiki manor. or even the master bedroom the two of you shared.
âso, you... came all the way here to bring it to me? byakâ captain kuchiki, this is v...very unlike you.â 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 earsâas well as your warm cuntâ cherished every moment of it.
âis that a problem? i didnât realize there would be such issues when iâm just trying to take care of my wife and making sure sheâsâŠwell fed.â the words âmy wifeâ sounded so good coming from his mouth, even several years after youâve 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 werenât able to contain.
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 wouldnât 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 elseâs spiritual pressure, heâd 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. âcaptain, forgive my sudden intrusion but yourââ the blondeâs 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.Â
âc-captain kuchiki! your being here is certainly an... unexpected surprise. to what do i owe the pleasure of you coming to visit squad threeâs barracks?â izuru was as respectful as ever as his kneeling position shifted a little to show his respect to another superior officer.
âit is nothing for you to be concerned about, lieutenant. i was just about to take my leave.â 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.Â
damn him, you cursed him in the back of your mind.Â
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 captainâs 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 attentionâ  not even a glance. but your feelings were misplaced and irrational. your own words from earlier rung out in your mindâs ear: âyou are aware we arenât at home, right?â
when the day finally came to a close, and all the captains were formally off-duty, you hardly even got out a âhave a good evening!â to the rest of your squad before taking your leave, leaping from roof to roof, in an effort to reach kuchiki manor quicker.Â
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. âwelcome back and good evening, lady kuchiki!â
replying to them with a nod of the head and an absent-minded hum, you didnât hesitate to inquire on your husbandâs whereabouts. âhas byakuya returned yet?â
one of the guards spoke up as they returned to their upright posture. âyes, the master returned a little while ago. he should be in the bath by now, considering the time.â
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.Â
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 wasnât 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.Â
âwelcome back, my love.â he slightly shifted his head to the side as he addressed you, the small, cheeky grin heâd been wanting to sport all day truly glimmering within the walls of his own home, and in the presence of his lovely wife.Â
thatâs 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; youâve 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 petalsâ wait, petals? how come? â cleared their throat with a silent question, asking for permission to disrobe you for the bath.Â
eagerly obliging, you let them take off your captainâs 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.Â
slipping the piece of fabric off and letting them fall to your ankles, with the help of byakuyaâs 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 estateâs expansive property waded around your body.
you were slightly confused on what the special occasion was, since the two of you didnât normally bathe in together in the same tub, but you definitely werenât complaining. the soft, content hum that escaped your lips was music to your husbandâs 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.
âbyakuya...â 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. âwhatâs all this for?â
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 werenât for the endearing smile on his lips or his rough palms that were now affectionately resting on your waist and right cheek.
âare you so busy and scatterbrained that youâve neglected your own birthday?â his voice was soft, so soft and tender, you werenât sure if youâve ever heard his voice get so delicate before.
your eyes widened in epiphany at the realization. today was your birthday, youâd been so busy with papers, and the new recruits, all these meetingsâyou had hardly left your office. byakuya bringing your lunch to you this afternoon made even more sense now. you were surprised that youâd even forgotten about it, because for the last few weeks, youâve 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 heâd get them for you, despite looking as if he didnât care enough to listen. but when the day finally arrived, it had justâŠ. 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. âsilly womanâŠitâs as if your senses have escaped you the moment you awakened and are just now returning to you.â
you could hardly let out a giggle before byakuyaâ quite impatiently, as a matter of factâ 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 groansâit 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 wasnât 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. âhappy birthday...my beautiful sakura flower.â
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 couldnât quite discern. your mindâs ear hyper-focused on the one meager phrase, so much so that didnât 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 werenât sure, but all you knew was that your heart was soaring.Â
âhmm, not only are you hopelessly distracted, but it seems you are a bit of a crybaby too. annoyingly sensitive.â byakuyaâs 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. âwe should go back to the room now, where we may continue your birthday.... celebration in peace.â
when you didnât 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. âmy love,â 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, âall the gifts youâve been hinting at are there waiting for you. and, i have one last, personal present to give you...â
as an emphasis on the word âpersonalâ, 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.Â
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. âyou do want it, donât you?â
ây-yes....â you replied breathlessly. âwant it...so bad. need you âkuya.â 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.Â
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 wouldnât dare speak a word anyway, unless they wanted to lose their jobs.Â
your husband also made haste to attack your neck in an unrelenting flurry of kisses the closer he got to your room. âtell me, darling, what is it you need? or rather who is it you need?â 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. âhmm? use your words and let me hear you.â he demanded softly, expertly and swiftly opening the door enough to slip inside and closed it behind him.
âi..i need you, âkuya....you, only you.â 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 didnât think heâd 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 couldnât take it anymore.
he knew he wasnât 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 âa grin probably missed by you because it was so inconspicuousâwhen 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 otherâs presence.
it wasnât 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.
