🎀cw: first drop🔥, married relationship, afab! reader, byakuya is kinda ooc cuz he would NOTT do it in the office but we ball <3, smut, fingering, office sex, not proofread
🎀wc: 1.084k
It had been a few years since you and Byakuya’s marriage. One thing you often did was sit on his lap in his office while he did work.
It had its pros and cons, like Byakuya can spend more time with you and work at the same time. A con (he’s 50/50 on this) would be was when you got like this.
“Mmmph… Byakuya,” you whined, clinging onto his haori as you rolled your hips faster. “Please, Kuya, I need you so bad… I’ll even write your reports, I know how to do thoosee…!”
At first, the stoic man didn’t react, continuing to write his reports on a recent incident. It wasn’t anything too serious, but it was something Byakuya wanted out of the way.
He can’t remember how he found himself in this predicament. Sure, you were certainly needy and when the time was right, Byakuya would give into you if it were in the safety of his home.
But then you continued, rolling your hips and grinding against him in desperation to stimulate your clit on him directly.
He paused his writing, stared down at you,
Originally, he had forbidden the act of going down on you in here. He wanted to ‘respect’ his office space, he claimed, he had an image to uphold. If he were to get caught, he wasn’t sure if he could handle it if it were his lieutenant or a squad captain.
He didn’t voice any of this out loud.
But looking down at you, the way you looked up at him as you propped yourself on your elbows, wearing an expression that said you expecting to be denied.
Fine.
“Very well,” he murmured, leaning down and close. “Even if I cannot have you the way you may want right now, I will still make you feel good,” he promised, gently laying you back on the desk.
With that, he closed his eyes before pulling you into a sweet kiss. Even if he was indulging in desire there was always still room for passion.
As he kissed you, his long black hair falling around the both of you, he lifted your dress. You helped him, lifting up your hips when needed.
He tugged your panties to the side, a precaution he took. Of course, he’d shield you from possible prying eyes, but he was always so careful.
“Ohhh…” your lips parted, letting out a soft whine. “Byakuyaaa! Need… Need more, c’monnn, let’s take of our clothes and—“
“No,” Byakuya responded sternly. “Take what you get, my dear.”
With that, he picked up his pace, his slender fingers curling to rub the spongey spot of your front wall. You were so wet for him, the slick noise of his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt and your own noises filling the room.
Byakuya’s thumb easily found your swollen clit again. Gathering your wetness on his thumb, he rubbed the needy little nub with precision, your natural lube making everything 10 times better.
You squirmed and mewled under him, your face burning hot as you tried to stifle your own noises. You couldn’t believe Byakuya was really doing this for you!
“Byakuya…” you mewled, clinging onto his haori once more. “Oohhh myyy.. g-gonna cum…!” you gasped, your abdomen muscles tightened and untightening as you approached your orgasm.
He watched you fall apart, and as much as he wanted to hear your noises—it was too risky. His skillful fingers continuously pumped in and out of you, now using his other hand to rub your clit with his fingertips.
He knew exactly when to kiss you again as your orgasm crashed over you, that delicious relief washing over you as your body tensed up under him. Byakuya knew not to stop, not until his sweetheart’s orgasm was over.
He never thought he was overstimulating you, even when you’d beg for him to pull away, that it was too much. This time was no different. You wanted him in his office, so you absolutely must be able to handle what was to come.
Once he was sure you were beyond satisfied, he pulled away to look down at your flushed face. You were in a daze, lightly panting as you quietly thanked him, a satisfied smile on your face.
Slowly, his fingers slipped out of your sopping pussy, seeing his digits glisten under the soft light. He brought up his fingers to your lips, watching as you eagerly took them into your mouth, happily swirling your soft tongue to taste yourself.
Another thought he never voiced out loud was that he was grateful you didn’t make a squirting mess. He’d still fuck you the same even if you did—but in a situation like this, it was definitely a good thing.
Helping you adjust your panties and clothes, as nonchalant as ever, he sat back down at his desk, taking you with him. He sat you back on his lap, this time facing the desk.
He picked up his pen to start writing again. “Thank you, Kuya,” you hummed, leaning back into him. “That was so good… Maybe I’ll have to do that again and maybe you’ll—“ He quickly cut you off with a “Not happening.”
He was always so collected, always wearing that resting bitch face—but that’s what made it more fun. But you decided to finally settle down, being the grateful thing you were, you let him work after teasing him a bit more.
A comfortable silence fell between the both of you—at least, that’s what you thought. As composed as Byakuya was, only you could make him want more.
His movements were swift, dropping the pen, leaving the paper half written and the desk a mess as he stood up with you in his arms.
“Byakuya!” you gasped, pressing against him like a magnet, even if he would never drop you. He carried you like a princess, his strong arms under your knees and supporting your back, making sure your dress was secure.
In a blink of an eye, you were back at the Kuchiki manor with him. His grip on you never loosened, his eyes looking up ahead as he carried you down the halls, walking fast with purpose that had his long raven hair following after him.
Now that you think about it, he only ever used flashstep to get home with you when… Yeah, this was going to be a long night
This time, he was going to make you do the work: consider it a small punishment.
❤︎- cw: possibly ooc, extremely self indulgent “smut”, gn! reader, human reader, unestablished anything, pwp, finger sucking, gagging, oral / mouth focus, ulquiorra degrades reader a bit, not proof read, edging cuz this literally doesnt go any further
❤︎- wc: 765
Ulquiorra is the most observant with his eyes out of the Espada. So when he noticed your lingering stares at his hands, he had to get to the bottom of it no matter the answer.
“My hands,” he said, green eyes staring you down. “They interest you? Why?”
A dumbfounded “… Huh?” was all you managed to get out.
His eyes bored into yours, his expression unchanging. He wasn’t annoyed or impatient, waiting like he had all time time in the world. Silence fell between you both again.
“What… What do you mean??” you asked, eyes darting to side, an awkward laugh following.
“You know exactly what I mean… Well, you’ve yet to explain why to me,” he continued once more.
“So do it. Now.”
He really wasn’t going to let this go.
Now you were on your knees with him crouched down to your level, your lips parted with your tongue out.
You were about to stop the whole thing, but the moment you moved to talk he was quick.
“Keep your mouth open,” he commanded as he lifted his hand, slowly resting two fingertips on your lips. When you complied, he placed his fingertips flat on your tongue and slowly slid in.
He watched as his slender fingers disappeared into the wet, warm space, his expression unchanging.
“If I were in my Resurrección form this would surely hurt.” he stated, the fingers not inside your mouth giving a ghost of a caress before resting on your cheek.
Your hands shot out to grasp his wrist with your hands, not pulling him away or going further.
You squirmed on your knees as his fingers slid deeper, your eyes struggling to stay on his as they squinted and glossed over with tears.
“Obedience, good,” He observed followed by an empty praise, stopping just as his fingertips nearly touched the back of your throat. “Keep your eyes on mine.”
You didn’t know what to do, suck on his fingers? He was unmoving, obviously waiting for you to do something.
You were quick to fold, obviously wanting more of something you never thought would actually happen. Your lips wrapped around his fingers, tongue staying flat to wait for his move.
Then he began to experiment, going at a slow and surprisingly sensual pace, letting you suck and gag on his fingers. He watched your facial expression change, the way your tongue began to swirl around his digits the more you were encouraged.
Drool slipped past your lips as he buried himself the deepest he could go. This caused you to gag, your body going rigid.
You began to squirm on your knees, rubbing and squeezing your thighs together. Your grip on his wrists tightened but you still didn’t try to pull him out.
He pulled back just a little before moving his fingers into a scissor shape, resting his fingers on your teeth while your tongue settled between them.
Then he closed the scissors, pressing his fingers together to let you go back to slurping at his fingers. He kept his hand and fingers still this time, letting you suck and slid your tongue along his digits.
“Digusting.” Ulquiorra said outwardly, finally pulling out of your wet mouth. He stared down at his hand with a blank expression, slick with your saliva.
“Is it erotic for you?” he asked without judgement. Just that clinical curiosity he had about everything about humans, including something as strange as this.
“Did you enjoy it?”
He could see that it was giving your current state, the way it told him you definitely wanted more. The concept of there being more than meets the eye was still foreign to him.
You could feel your face burning, panting softly as the feeling of his fingers literally fucking your mouth lingered. You missed it already too!
That familiar feeling inside you: of course it turned you on. And having as someone as mysteriously hot as Ulquiorra… Yeah.
So you nodded your head, looking down. “Y-Yes… It is.” you confirmed verbally, knowing he wanted more than just a stiff nod.
“I did enjoy it.”
At first, he was quiet. And then he lifted his hand to your face, smearing your own slick spit across your cheek. Then his hand slid to the side of your throat, pressing against the beating pace of your heart.
This time, he kept his inner thoughts to himself. “That’s all I needed to know.”
And then he stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets and swiftly turned away, gone before you could comprehend him leaving.
Maybe he’ll have to go further next time.
❤︎- My apolocheese for disappearing!!! also idk what possessed me to write this, mouth wide open like i was at the denisttt
