Byakuya x a fem reader who's usually a massive tease but gets super shy in the sheets? 👉👈
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WARNINGS: bottom!reader, light choking
Byakuya Togami was not a man accustomed to being toyed with. As the heir to the Togami Empire, he was the one who pulled the strings, the one who dictated the terms of every engagement. Yet, you seemed to have made it your life’s mission to be the exception to his rule.
For months, you had navigated his icy demeanor with a playful, relentless confidence. You’d lean over his shoulder while he read in the library, your breath hot against his ear as you whispered suggestions that would make a lesser man flush. You’d brush your hand against his under the mahogany table during council meetings, your eyes gleaming with a challenge he couldn't quite ignore.
"You're remarkably bold for someone so beneath my station," Byakuya muttered, his eyes never leaving his book, though the slight tightening of his grip on the page betrayed him.
"And you're remarkably stiff for someone who claims to be a master of everything," you shot back, leaning in until your nose nearly touched his. "Don't tell me the great Byakuya Togami is afraid of a little fun?"
He finally looked at you, his blue eyes sharp behind his frames. "I don't play games, especially not ones as tedious as yours. If you want my attention so badly, stop acting like a child and take what you're looking for."
The challenge hung in the air, heavy and electric. It was the spark that finally led you here—to his private quarters, where the air smelled of expensive cologne and old books.
The moment the door clicked shut, the power dynamic shifted with a violent, silent grace. Byakuya didn't wait for a quip or a tease. He crossed the room, his long strides cutting the distance before you could even think of a clever line. His hand shot out, pinning your wrists against the doorframe, his towering frame casting a shadow that swallowed you whole.
"Where is that silver tongue now?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous silk.
The bravado you had worn like armor all day shattered. As his face dipped toward yours, the sharp, witty retort you’d prepared died in your throat. You looked up at him, your eyes wide and blinking, a soft, involuntary gasp escaping your lips.
"I—I..." you stuttered, your face heating up to a frantic crimson.
Byakuya paused, his brows knitting together in genuine surprise. The girl who had spent the last hour suggesting scandalous things in the hallway was suddenly trembling, her gaze darting everywhere but his eyes.
"Interesting," he mused, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "So the predator is actually a lamb in disguise."
He released your wrists, but only to slide his hand into your hair, tilting your head back. He led you to the bed, and for once, you followed without a single word of protest. When he pushed you back onto the silk sheets, you curled inward slightly, your hands clenching the duvet.
As he moved over you, shedding his blazer with practiced elegance, the silence of the room was filled only by the sound of your shallow, erratic breathing. Byakuya leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. You let out a tiny, high-pitched whimper, burying your face in his shoulder to hide your burning cheeks.
"Look at me," he commanded.
You shook your head frantically, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. "No...it’s embarrassing."
"You spent all day telling me exactly what you wanted me to do to you. Now that I’m actually doing it, you lose your voice?" Byakuya let out a soft, dark chuckle that vibrated through your chest. He reached down, gently but firmly prying your hands away from your face.
"I’m just...it’s different when you’re actually...doing it," you whispered, the words barely audible.
"It’s much better when I’m doing it," he corrected, his tone dropping into a predatory growl.
He stripped away the last of your barriers with a clinical efficiency that soon turned into something much more primal. As he settled between your thighs, the cool air hit your skin, making you shiver. You tried to pull the covers over yourself, but he caught your hands, pinning them above your head.
"No hiding," he said, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your toes curl. "I want to see every flush, every shudder."
When he finally entered you, the sensation was overwhelming. You let out a strangled cry, your back arching off the bed. The tease was gone; in her place was someone raw and completely undone. You were a mess of soft moans and stuttered pleas, your composure completely forfeit to the rhythmic, demanding pace he set.
Byakuya watched you with a possessive fascination. He leaned down, whispering into your ear, echoing the very words you’d teased him with earlier in the library. Hearing them in his voice, in this context, sent a jolt of pure electricity through you.
"Is this what you wanted?" he rasped, his movements becoming faster, more urgent. "Is this the 'fun' you promised me?"
You couldn't answer. You could only sob his name, your eyes squeezed shut as you neared the edge. He didn't let you fall until he was right there with you, his own composure finally breaking as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body tensing with the force of his release.
Afterward, as the adrenaline faded into a heavy, warm lethargy, you tried to roll away, still overwhelmed by the vulnerability of it all. But Byakuya’s arm wound around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.
"Don't run off now," he murmured, his voice returning to its usual calm, though with a new edge of satisfaction. "I think I prefer this version of you. It’s far more...authentic."
"I’m never looking you in the eye again." You groaned into the pillow, your face still flushed.
"Oh, you will," Byakuya said, his fingers tracing a lazy line down your spine. "Because tomorrow, you'll start your little games again. And now I know exactly how to end them."
