byakuya x ultimate idol reader that gets strangely emotional when theyre drunk hcs!!
requested by my bbg @thoughtfulthinkersthoughts
cw: fluff, mentions of alcohol, fem reader in mind but g/n reader
a/n: guys I finally got over my illness(es) everyone cheer also can you tell I like makoto as my son also I love bakamitai don’t come for me
byakuya togami who comes with you to a bar with the rest of class 78
byakuya togami who pays for all your drinks
byakuya togami who is genuinely concerned for your mental health when you start talking to makoto like he’s your little baby like “aww awww so cute aren’t you awww!”
byakuya togami who gets intense second hand embarrassment when you start singing along to bakamitai because in his unhumble opinion it sucks
byakuya togami who is genuinely suffering because you can go from giggling and jumping up and down to crying because of the song
byakuya togami who has to pull you away from sayaka because you two genuinely were about to start a percussion band despite you both being singers
byakuya togami who carries you home until you get to his fancy car
byakuya togami who has to deal with your hangover the next morning <//3
(Starring Byakuya, Shinji, Adult! Uryu x GN! Reader)
It's hot out where I live, and these ideas just came to mind lol
Byakuya - Despite his usual old-fashioned demeanor, Byakuya would import the latest technology from the World of the Living that will beat the heat. You are shocked to see him installing expensive air conditioners in his mansion, claiming you didn't know he was open to using these. "Why of course," he responds matter-of-factly. "Rukia told me all about them from her experiences. She swore up and down these will make the days easier in the sweltering heat." He presses the on button to one of the a/cs and immediately takes in the cool air. "Yes, these were a good investment indeed." It's amusing to watch him continue to sit by the machine, lost in how alleviating the breeze feels.
Shinji - Your whimsical boyfriend declares this to be the best time to have a pool party. You ask him what pool he plans on using, seeing he doesn't have one in his private quarters nor back in the World of the Living. He has to sit down and think on this for a moment before he gets a call from Love saying the Vizards will rent out a local pool in Karakura Town. Of course, it's one heck of a fun party. You laugh as you watch Shinji try making the largest cannonballs into the water. He does kind of embarrass you, however, by wearing a speedo. You also have to remind him not to run by the poolside nor purposely splash others. "Geez, am I your lifeguard, Shinji?" you tease, making the others laugh and your boyfriend roll his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm just trying to have a good time," he replies while splashing you with some water.
"Hey, now!" you laugh.
Uryu - Seeing you constantly wipe beads of sweat under the unforgiving sun worries your boyfriend. Therefore, he decides to sew light, yet durable clothing for you to wear this summer. Being the master designer he is, Uryu makes cute patterns on your clothes, all trendy for the fashion season. You are so touched when he presents your these new outfits; you can tell how proud he is of his skilled work. As soon as you put them on, you instantly recognize how superior these clothes are to what's sold at stores. "Gosh, Uryu, this clothing is perfect for this heat," you note.
"I'm glad," he beams, pushing up his glasses.
"You know, you can always sell these kind of clothes on the side," you smile, wanting the whole world to witness your lover's talent.
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byakuya togami x ultimate idol reader that won a daesang headcanons! requested by anon
cw: fluff, female reader
a/n: my boy byakuya back again hell yeah
byakuya togami who makes sure you know he’s proud of you for your award, but yeah he’s not letting you know he likes your music
byakuya togami who calls you “good girl” unironically when you add something he wanted you to add into your music and is annoyed when you laugh
byakuya togami who definitely expects atleast 1 track in every album to be about him and his company, he needs more fame after all (in his opinion)
byakuya togami who randomly drops some lines in French onto your music about people he doesn’t like and you have to scold him, saying “you can’t say ‘je deteste yasuhiro hagakure, c’est un idiot’ on my track!”
byakuya togami who teases you about your music a lot, but you know he doesn’t mean it (sometimes)
byakuya togami who is in charge of all your stage outfits, he knows his girlfriend
byakuya togami who’s very blunt about your fans, saying they’d be better if it was just a lot of him (your nightmare and dream)
cw: fluff fluff fluffy fluff (mb toko fans I like her and to apologise I’ll write some headcanons) very self indulgent as i love byakuya
byakuya togami who blatantly refuses any pda at the start of your relationship, even walking away from you if you try to take his hand
byakuya togami who slowly warms up to you, even going as far to let your relationship to be known by others (what did you expect 😭) which ofcourse makes toko jealous
byakuya togami who sulks when you tell him he needs to be nicer to your friends (though he’s adamant he doesn’t sulk)
byakuya togami who cares for you a lot more than he lets on
byakuya togami who secretly leaves gifts in your room with tags like “from hina” but you figured it out as soon as you saw his handwriting, and realised how expensive they were
byakuya togami who wants to inherit the company to provide for you, even though you don’t need him to
byakuya togami who bonds with you over your shared dislike of toko
byakuya togami who is very arrogant, yet you wouldn’t have him any other way <3
Description/backstory: Byakuya has not felt the touch of a woman in years after his late wife Hisana passed. Ever since meeting you he’s felt a strange pull towards you but has always supressed it. Although, one day you find yourself tangled in his arms as confession slips out his lips.
Warnings: Sexual content is suggested but mainly just making out and undressing.
Saturday nights were Byakuya’s favourite time of day.
In all honesty you never meant to arrive at the Kuchiki state but after the first time you both felt a pull to one another. The warm smell filled your senses as he opens the door shirtless: fresh out the shower. The steam rolled off his body as you walked inside.
“Mr Kuchiki” you politely said as you walked inside.
“Ms L/n” he returned as he slowly guided you upstairs.
He never greeted you with more than two word as to him you were simply an object of pleasure.
He reached his room and as you walked inside he reiterated the same speech.
“This is a casual matter so don’t confuse lust for affection.”
Then he would start; carefully mapping your neck with kisses until you couldn’t think about nothing but him. On this day his kisses felt deeper and more meaningful. Moments like this made you feel something deeper for him along with his silent confidence inside and outside his room. Your hands reached for his hair as he reached for the hem of your dress as hiking it up till waist length. His hair fell down in your palm as you gently clutch the soft strands. In that moment you swore you heard him groan but the heat from his lips and words made everything a blur. He slowly loosened his pants with one hand as his lips reached yours and asked for entrance. You let his tongue press against yours fighting for pleasure. “Slower like this” he whispered softly as he sensed the need within you. His dull grey eyes wavered down along your figure for too long drinking in your figure and need. He sank down to his knees infront of you as he carefully removed your pants.
[use your imagination 😉]
After every session shame rolled off his body and you new exactly why. The prospect of a noble man having intimate relations with a lower class poor girl who earned no more than his servants. He never was one for after care and you could see by the way he always mumbled instructions while he shifted around the room. The shame of disobeying his parents once again leaked through his voice. You understood it was wrong for you to be there and so you left.
Mornings made you wonder if Byakuya was the same man from last night.
Night 2: Present day
Your bare skin cushions into his as you both gaze outside not bearing to look at each others face. His skin glistened with beads of sweat as your breaths returned to normal. “Byakuya?” You slowly say closing your eyes and breathing in his sweet scent.
“Yes” he responds as his arm rests gently over your back.
“Why do you keep asking me to come if you dont love me?”
There was a long pause. He doesnt dare to look at you. He fights the urge to confess his feelings there and then and instead says “I don’t know”. You both knew that was a lie and he could tell you caught on and therefore continues “Even if I did…love you I couldn’t its not appropriate for me nor for you”
His thumb brushes the small of your back.
You couldve sworn you heard his faint voice whisper“though I wish it was”. You look up at him who is already looking at you. “You deserve more than me” he whispers onto your lips before kissing them lightly.
“But I want you” you mutter as you turn and straddle him and his arms loop round you.
“I want you too trust me”.
Author note: Thank you for reading this! Over the next weeks I may be making more Byakuya Kuchiki fanfics so if they are uploaded make sure to check them out! However, if they are not uploaded yet (due to me having GCSE’s) then make sure to follow to keep updated! Love you guys! Thank you so much once again💗
a/n ：im obsessed with him you have no idea ／（if you can't tell , this was EXTREMELY self indulgent）
ever since the rukon district, byakuya has not been quite himself. something soft and unfamiliar settled in his chest that day, and it has not left since. seeing you there, cradling that tiny infant so gently, so naturally, made his breath catch in a way he could not quite understand. it was not discomfort, not really. it was warm and strange and a little overwhelming, like a quiet ache blooming beneath his ribs. you looked so… right. so tender, so maternal, like you were made for it. and it made a thought take root, one he could not shake no matter how much he tried to push it away.
he wanted a child.
no, not just any child. yours and his. something small and soft that belonged to the both of you.
now, the room is dim and quiet, the kind of stillness that wraps around you like a blanket. you and byakuya are tucked together beneath the covers, meant to be drifting off to sleep. but instead, he shifts slightly in your arms, pressing closer than usual.
it is different tonight. he is different tonight.
byakuya kuchiki, who always prefers to be composed and distant, who always holds you rather than being held, is curled against your chest instead. your arms are wrapped around him, fingers threading softly through his dark hair, and he does not protest. if anything, he leans into it just a little more.
“..y/n,” he murmurs, his voice quiet and careful, like he is testing the weight of your name on his tongue.
“yes, kuya?” you whisper back, your hand still moving gently through his hair, soothing and slow.
there is a small pause. you can feel it in the way he breathes, in the way his fingers curl slightly against you.
“have you ever thought about having kids?”
your hand stills for just a second.
“…sorry?” you let out a soft, awkward laugh, blinking down at him in surprise. of all the things you expected him to say, that was not one of them.
byakuya sits up slowly, his expression thoughtful, brows drawn just slightly as if he is trying to piece his feelings into something coherent.
“have you thought about being a mother?” he asks again, quieter this time, but just as direct. “about having children… my children?”
you cover your face for a moment, a little flustered. “stop… you do not have to say it like that again,” you mumble, peeking at him through your fingers. “i mean… maybe? i think every wife has thought about it at least once. why are you asking?”
he hums softly, gaze drifting downward for a moment before returning to you. then, gently, almost hesitantly, his hand comes to rest over your womb.
the touch is light, almost reverent.
“i want to have children,” he admits, his voice softer than you have ever heard it. there is something vulnerable tucked inside his words, something small and honest. “or even just one… i do not mind.”
his fingers press just slightly, as if trying to imagine something that is not there yet
“when i saw you in the rukon district… holding that child…” he pauses, lashes lowering faintly. “i could not stop thinking about it. you looked so natural. so gentle.”
his eyes lift to meet yours again, and there is a quiet warmth in them that makes your chest feel all fluttery.
“i want to see you like that again,” he says softly. “but this time… with our child.”
you blink at him for a moment, his words settling into your chest all warm and heavy, before something softer bubbles up instead. your lips curl into a small smile, and your fingers gently tilt his chin upward so he has no choice but to look at you.
“awh…” you giggle quietly, your thumb brushing along his jaw. “has this been what’s been weighing on you this entire time? making you act so weird?”
there is no teasing bite in your voice, only warmth, only fondness.
byakuya’s brows knit together ever so slightly, a faint flush dusting across his cheeks at your words. “i have not been acting strange,” he replies, though his voice lacks its usual certainty.
you hum, clearly unconvinced, leaning in just a little closer. “mhm… really? because i do not remember my very composed husband suddenly wanting to be held like this,” you murmur, your arms tightening around him just a bit. “or asking me about babies out of nowhere.”
your laughter is soft, light, like a quiet melody in the still room.
his gaze flickers away for a brief second, and you swear you catch the smallest hint of embarrassment on his face. it is subtle, but it is there, and it makes your heart feel all fluttery.
“…it has been on my mind,” he admits after a moment, more quietly this time.
your expression softens instantly.
your hand leaves his chin only to cup his cheek instead, thumb brushing gently beneath his eye. “you could have just told me, kuya,” you whisper, smiling at him in that same gentle way.
he leans into your touch without thinking, eyes lowering slightly. “it is not something i am used to speaking about,” he says.
“i know,” you murmur, your voice fond. “that is why it is cute.”
that earns you the faintest look of offense, though it is quickly overshadowed by the softness still lingering in his expression.
“it is not meant to be ‘cute,’” he says, though there is no real bite to it.
you only giggle again, pressing your forehead lightly against his. “maybe not,” you whisper. “but you are.”
for a moment, he says nothing, simply watching you, something quiet and warm settling in his gaze again.
and then, almost hesitantly, his hand finds yours where it rests against his cheek, holding it there.
“…and you?” he asks softly. “have you truly thought about it?”
your smile lingers, but this time it is a little more thoughtful, a little more shy.
“…maybe,” you admit, your voice just as soft. “especially when i think about you as a father.”
his grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly at that, something unreadable flickering across his face, though the warmth never leaves.
“…then,” he murmurs, bringing your hand a little closer, pressing it gently against his lips for just a brief moment, “i will allow myself to hope for it as well.”
oneshot | byakuya togami x journalist!f!reader | wc: 2.5k | a/n: i wanted this to be longer but nothings coming out of my brain.. also im baaaack!
cw! : smut. mostly praise with the tiniest bit of degrade! there's a plot though(???) byakuya is kinda ooc.
The luminary of exposing the rich. The most feared journalist in Tokyo. It's not your physical strength they're afraid of—its the things you write. The scum and the corrupt can laugh all they want, but not for long—because before they know it their names are plastered on every newspaper and news outlet in Tokyo. You’re not exactly innocent yourself. There were multiple times that you had to break the law to expose the corrupt; loopholes, you told yourself.
You’re no stranger to the ways of the Togami Family. Children compete to live up to the name of Togami, and only one becomes the affluent progeny of the clan. Exposing this family could be your big break, but of course—you need to work for it, this time, much harder.
Not only that, but you had an intimate encounter with none other than Byakuya Togami, the heir of the Togami Family. A screw up, you might say. It was “necessary” for one of your exposé missions, although—you can't say your curiosity about how he is in bed didn't contribute. You know you could’ve probably become an heir to the infamous Togami Family—but you’d rather kill yourself than be associated with that family in that way.
You’ve been eyeing the Togami Family for years, and now that they’ve announced they’re hosting a masquerade ball, you can't help but wonder what kind of information you could get out of it.
Not long after you learn about the ball, you start getting ready for it. You research about important guests who will show up at the party. You practice your mannerisms, and you think of conversations that help the topic point to where you want it to go.
When the day arrives, you’ve already found a fitting outfit and mask that will hide the unique features of your face, just in case anyone recognizes you—-that's highly unlikely though.
Right?
When you enter the ballroom, you can already feel the masquerade of emotions and wealth present. The smell of designer perfumes clouds your head. It sickens you how these people can enjoy such lavish lives and face no consequence or repercussion—that’s before you expose them, of course.
It was pretty easy to make conversation, but as the night grew on you were growing sick of listening to these tone-deaf people whine. You were about to zone out, but you noticed throughout the night, Byakuya was getting closer. You weren’t sure if he noticed you but you couldn’t risk it. You brought an extra outfit if something like this were to happen, although as you exited the extravagant bathroom, you walked right past him.
You brushed shoulders. You weren’t sure if he noticed you, but you noticed your heart was thumping—way louder than it should’ve been. It was unusual of you. You’ve been on so many missions, but why now—on one of your most important missions, do you feel like a blushing schoolgirl?
On the bright side, extracting information wasn’t that hard. Some of the most wealthy people unravel with a sip of a margarita.
You take a seat at the bar, hoping to attract some people who could be of good use to you. “Ah, I’ll have a Vesper Martini,” you ask the bartender. You shouldn’t get drunk on this mission, but who could say—when finally someone notices you, Byakuya Togami, the heir to one of the most prestigious, filthy rich, corrupt families in Japan takes a seat next to you.
“Well, if it isn’t [name] [l/n]. Never thought I'd see you again.” He says. “What are you doing at this ball—this is no place for dirty journalists.” He says with a hint of anger.
“Respectfully, you’re the last person who can be talking about dirty things—the Togami Family isn’t so clean either.”
You could tell he took great offense to that. “Tch, I can tell you that the Togami lineage is filled with successful, wealthy and intelligent specimens. The Togami family has the power to change the future of Japan.” Arrogant, as always—who wouldn’t be if they were that filthy rich.
“Well—” Before you could even begin to retort, he interrupts, and asks you, “Listen, what do you want from me.”
“Ha, bold of you to assume that you're my focus this time.” You roll your eyes
“Then tell me what’s your goal here. Because if you can’t find what you need in me then I just know you’re gonna interrogate everyone at this ball.”
“Already did that, Togami.” You teased him.
“Listen, I know you—I am very aware of your ‘power’ and what you could do with the information you could find at this ball, which by the way—you have no business sticking your nose into. You could destroy everyone’s reputation, especially mine. So [name], please just leave before I call security and have you escorted from the premises.”
Although he was speaking quietly, you could hear the bite in his words—fortunately, you’re tougher than that.
“First of all Togami, I’m a journalist—everything is my business. Second of all, you can’t call security on me, and I’ll tell you why. Doing so could either cause a scandal, due to our ‘popularity’, or option two—you simply can’t.”
Even though the second option didn’t say anything, Byakuya knew exactly what you meant.
The tension in between you two was getting unbearable—but none of you could pull away.
“You underestimate me, [name]” He said, but with no real bite in his words—you could hear some kind of softness in his words—one you’ve only heard once. It doesn't bother you much, but it stays in your head for the rest of the night.
The time comes where people start dancing, which makes it harder for you to do your job—but you thought of an idea to fix that, it was risky, but based on past missions, it worked.
This time, it was different—someone approached you instead. You were just about to ask someone to dance when a tall, put-together man with an intoxicating amount of cologne approaches you.
“Hello. I’m [insert name] [insert l/n]” You got startled a bit. “Ah, I’m sorry, did I scare you?”
“Haha, no, I just got a bit startled.” You were a bit intimidated—you didn’t do much research on this person and his family because you figured it would be rendered useless in the plan.
“Well, I’ll cut to the chase. Would you like to dance?” He reaches his hand out to you—it’s almost tempting.
“Uh..” You consider it. “Sure, why not?”
As the music plays in the background, the band seems to intensify the instruments along with Byakuya’s glare at the two of you. Every movement of his hand on your body, every step you make—it makes his blood boil. He knows you’re not taking the man seriously, and he knows he has no right to be feeling like this, but how could he not?
Across the room stands a man he knows will manipulate her, and the woman who haunted him with her scent since their first encounter, as they participate in a dance which is too intimate for Byakuya's liking.
You’re too tempting for your own good, and it’s infuriating.
As the music dies, you and that man split apart. Some part of you wonders what his intentions were with that dance, because you know with these people—it is never good.
Before you could sit down to order another drink, a hand pulls you aside and drags you to an office.
“You’re coming with me.” Byakuya demands, and you know there’s no use fighting it anymore.
“What’s your damage?” He asks, with a hint of anger in his voice. “Ah- I’m sorry?” You ask
“You’re the one who dragged me into this office.” You cross your arms. “Tch, you know what you’re doing.” He scoffs.
“Oh really, then what am I doing Byakuya—what am I doing that’s bothering you so much? I’m just trying to enjoy my night.” You both knew that wasn’t true. “Quit lying to me [l/n]. If you’re going to keep pretending this is just about your stupid news reports and expośe missions, you’re wasting both of our time.”
“Tch, how self-centered could you be to think I’m here because of you?” You say, you’re almost yelling at this point.
“Because I know you [l/n], you could’ve gone to any other ball—and yet you chose to go to mine. Out of all the galas and parties happening you chose to put yourself in an awkward position and go to this ball.”
You stood there, with no retort, because you knew—deep in your heart, that he was right.
He did know you, and maybe you did go here because he was hosting—but you can’t live with that fact, you always told yourself you’d never want to be associated with these people, and yet—centimeters across you stands Byakuya Togami, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny.
“Look, sure—we had that ‘thing’ back in January, but I thought someone as influential and arrogant as you could just forget about that. Listen, I’m just trying to do my job—no matter if I come to your party or someone else’s, my intentions are always clear.”
You knew you were lying, to yourself, and to Byakuya.
He takes a deep breath in, like he’s trying to say something he’s not prepared for.
“You should’ve known to stop coming back to me if you wanted things to be forgotten; I wouldn’t forget it if I had the chance to anyway.”
He says it like he regretted his sentence halfway through.
“What?” You asked him so you could hear it again, not because you couldn’t understand him. “Forget it. The point is, [l/n], if this were only about your investigation, you would’ve left already.”
You retort, “You’re not as subtle as you think, Byakuya—not tonight.” The tension intensifies, more than it already was.
“You knew exactly whose attention you were trying to get.” He said, smirking. He steps closer. “You’re acting like I’m gonna stop you if you keep moving closer.”
And with that, everything crumbles. Within a minute, you pin him against the wall, your limbs are tangled together and your lips crash into his. His slender hand gently cradles the back of your head.
“Wai—” He tries to pull away, but it’s too late for that, and so he leans in again and kisses you harder.
“You were watching me all night, don’t pretend you weren’t waiting for this.”
Meanwhile, in the ballroom, people start to wonder where Byakuya is—thankfully, they’re too wasted and careless to give a damn.
“Can we go somewhere m—” Before you could finish your sentence, he drags you to his bedroom in such urgency, it’s flattering.
“Kinda impatient aren’t y—” Interrupted once again, his lips meet yours, slow, but deep. You inhale his scent, and you just crumble—there’s no turning back now.
You kiss until you reach the bed and lay down on it. On top of you, he covers your body in kisses as he strips away your clothes revealing your skin in its entirety. “Beautiful.” He says softly, almost too soft. He reaches for your lace panties and pulls them to the side, revealing your slick clit. He smirks because he now knows how wet you get for him. He takes his glasses off and throws them aside on the bed. He positions his head in between your thighs, and looks up at you, seeking entry.
“G-go ahead.” You mutter, already undone by his touch. “Mm.” He acknowledges it, but he wants something more from you, and you know exactly what. He wants you to beg.
“Are you kidd—” You groan in frustration and desire. You realize there’s no other way. “Ah.. ugh.. P-please..?” You ask.
“That wasn’t so hard, hm?” He teases, and finally, leans in. At first, his tongue just teases the folds and the entrance of your clit, but he can't torture his future heiress any longer.
He submerges his tongue into your clit, sucking and licking like he’s savouring a meal.
“A-ah- yeah- like that please?-” You moan, and it’s like music to his ear. Your sweet moans just fuel him, and he goes deeper, and faster,
“Nggh—mm- yes- aah.. Mmm.. deeeeperr..”
He pulls away, a single string of spit connecting the two of you. “Careful journalist, you might get carried away.”
“Sh-shut–” He shuts you up with another kiss. He pulls away “Your turn now.”
You make a trail of kisses on his body, starting from his lips, to his neck, chest, abdomen, and all the way down to his cock.
Up close, you realize.. He’s actually huge. It’s kind of intimidating. “Uh-..” You stammer in nervousness. “Don’t be scared. You’ve been so cocky up until now.” He runs a hand through his hair, it's almost mocking. “You’re unfair.”
You slowly let his member into your mouth, it reaches the back of your throat, and slowly—you start bobbing your head up and down. It hurts, but it hurts so good.
He groans. “Mhm.. Yeah.” He would never admit it, but he let out a few whimpers. You slowly start sucking, even pulling away to pepper a few kisses on his tip. “You goddamn tease.. Ngh—” He thrusts into your mouth. His whimpers only fuel your desire more. “Fuck.. ngh—” You continue sucking until he almost reaches his climax, and you pull away.
“You—” He almost whines. You sit on top of him, your ass grinding against his hard member. “Mmph-.. You tease.” He wraps his arms around your waist as you continue grinding on him, you can feel the precum leaking out of his tip.
“Let me do it already.” He asks, your eyes darken and you smirk at him. “.. Please?” You smile as you lift up your hips and lower yourself onto him, his cock inside you. “Aah—” You moan. “Ngh..” He whimpers. You slowly move your hips up and down, the sound of skin slapping against skin is obscene. He starts thrusting upwards, reaching the right spot.
“Y-yes Byakuya—-right there-” You moan. The way you say his name just pushes him closer to the edge. “You’re getting a bit loud, Journalist—ugh-”
Every thrust, every bounce pushes you closer and closer to your climax. “Y-yes- m-more” With one request, he thrust harder, and faster. You lean in to kiss him, it wasn’t hard, but it was slow, deep, and filled with desire. Your hands trailed from his shoulder to his hand, and you slowly interlock hands.
This only accentuates the intimacy of the moment, and you both know this is no longer just going to be a one night stand. “Byakuya..- I’m close-” You moan. “Come with me, heiress.” Your heart skips a beat.
“R-right there!- I-Im getting close—” You moan. Within a few more thrusts, you both climax, “I-Im coming—!” You yell. “Ngh..[name] Aah..” He whimpers.
Your body falls limp on his. He cradles the back of your neck. “Stay the night.” He says, and you know theres no going around that.
The next day, you’re gone. The space next to him feels cold and empty. He knew this would happen, you two agreed that this would happen—yet there lies a bittersweet feeling in his heart.
It’s quickly erased, because as soon as he opens his phone, he notices an article was released about him. Not about the Togami family, just about Byakuya Togami, and his accomplishments.
He reads the article, slightly flattered—but he thinks nothing of it, although, when he reaches the end of it and reads the credits, he sees
“This article is written and published by [l/n} co.”
