kuchiki byakuya x f!reader. reader is implied to be from a noble family. established (early) relationship formed from a longstanding friendship. this is very self-indulgent. 3.3k
warnings: 18+ mdni. fingering, p in v sex, body worship, unprotected sex. please continue at your own discretion.
Only a select few emotions could crack your lighthearted demeanor, and one of those was the nerves you experienced at the idea of sharing a bed with your love for the first time. It had been several months since you and Byakuya nervously confessed your feelings to one another, a moment that the two of you had been dancing around for years and years.
Whenever he would kiss or touch you, even now, it felt like your heart might burst. It was much the same tonight as you strolled the annexed portion of your family's estate, the gardens and home on it belonging to you. The two of you had gone in a couple of circles before stopping, the earliest hues of golden sunset spilling through trees.
You had been your usual self for the better portion of the evening, joking and telling stories about whatever came to mind. Byakuya listened intently as he always did, but the air grew charged when the hand tangled in yours climbed up your arm, pulling you closer. You fell silent.
Byakuya caressed your face before placing a kiss on your lips that matched the blooming tenderness of the lush garden surrounding you. You had tried your best to ease into it and allowed Byakuya to take the lead but your nerves got the better of you. When your face got too hot to handle, you pulled away from him and looked away.
"How are you so calm all the time?" Your voice felt thin, like you couldn't muster more volume if you tried.
Byakuya softened as he took your hand in his, pressing your palm to his chest. You wanted to yank it back, to rest your case, but he held it firm, and you stopped resisting long enough to understand. His heart was pounding.
"This is what happens when I am around you," he said. You stared up at him, struck by his admission. "Nothing has a similar effect on me. Just you."
You balled your hand into a fist, crinkling Byakuya's haori between your fingers. "How do you manage?"
The fingers of his other hand reached for your face, gently cupping your jaw. "With you."
Byakuya's eyes flickered to your lips, and your heartbeat pulsed in time with his as he lowered his head. He kissed you softly; a light brush of his mouth on yours, as if the tenderness would somehow quell the thunder in both your chests. When he pulled away you gripped the lapels of of his haori and brought him back to you.
You kissed him until you were out of breath. The wall you had put up in Byakuya's arms was beginning to give, and letting go of him now seemed more terrifying than holding on. But you did, at least long enough to speak between breaths.
"Tell me you want me."
"More than anything," he said between kisses, his hand sweeping around the back of your neck.
The wall came crashing down in a sweeping tumble as you surrendered to your heart. He kissed you deeply, filling himself with your lips, your tongue. A sound you didn't recognize lodged itself in the back of your throat, but surely it was your own voice, as you felt a soft smile form on Byakuya's face before he threw a firm arm around you, lifting you softly. Within a flash, the two of you were in the main hall of your estate, your feet firmly on the ground.
The daze of his shunpo speed made you feel weightless. You pressed against him, his solid stance tethering you as he explored you with his kiss. Wet lips traveled gently across the line of your jaw, down your throat, and over to a spot below your ear that sent a shiver up your spine and out through your mouth in a gasping moan.
Byakuya tensed as the sound reached his ears and he lifted his head, his face an expression of smugness and uncertainty. It made him appear so youthful: the serious Lord and Captain Kuchiki, cheeky and nervous.
You slid a hand between the layers of his shihakusho to find warm, smooth skin. He watched you with unsteady breath as you parted his robes to reveal the strong plane of Byakuya's chest. While you couldn't pretend that you weren't nervous, your desire to press your lips to his bare skin won out. You could feel the shaky breath he released as your kisses grew wet and determined.
He touched your back, your waist, your hips; unsure of where to put his hands. At last they came to a resting point along your ribs, his thumbs grazing the curve of your breasts over the black cloth of your shihakusho. Byakuya's touch was careful, practically agonizing, and you wanted more. You had sensed his arousal when he brought you inside, but he didn't make any motions to move from this spot, hesitant to press too hard on a delicate moment. It was your choice to make.
"Byakuya," you whispered his name and looked up at him, searching for the possibility of rejection. "Let's go to my room."
The steel blue of his eyes shimmered as he nodded once, seemingly to himself, and offered you his hand. "Lead the way."
He gave your hand a squeeze of comfort and you returned it, granting each other a moment's reassurance as you moved towards uncharted territory.
In your room, Byakuya kissed you softly, slowly, spurring you into action. You pushed on his shoulders, easing his white haori off and again with the next two layers, Byakuya assisting you until he was bare-chested, his undershirt and kosode hanging off the tie holding the rest of his clothes together.
You had seen the skin beneath his shirt before, but not so closely, nor with the freedom to touch him as you pleased. Eyes wide, you traced the hard lines of his stomach with your fingertips, ghosting up his chest. Byakuya was a statue as you explored until you leaned in and closed your mouth around his nipple, causing his chest to rise and fall rapidly. You grazed it with your teeth and he shuddered before you let go.
"Did that feel good?" You looked up at him with genuine curiosity.
A flush of pink bloomed on Byakuya's face. "Would you like to find out?"
The instant you nodded, Byakuya engulfed you in an open-mouthed kiss and guided you to the bed. Your calves dug into the side of the mattress and you sat with a plop. Byakuya hovered over you as you dropped onto your back.
As you felt the plush of the bed beneath you and Byakuya's arousal on your thigh, your heart started up again in a rhythm that made your fingers tremble. You braced your hands on Byakuya's shoulders, stopping him. He stilled instantly, scanning you for understanding.
"It has been a long time," you breathed out. "For me."
"I know." You've had this conversation with him before. It had been decades since either of you had been intimate with another soul.
You leaned up on your elbows, serious. "I might be bad at it."
"Do you want to do this?" Byakuya's voice was measured, soothing.
"More than my mind can comprehend."
He brushed your hair from your face, looking at you with all the love and patience you knew he had for you. "Then I do not think you should worry."
You studied him for a moment. The security of his presence grounded you, and you felt the sensations of the air around you - your spiritual pressure pressed up against his, interlocked in the same way it had been since you were kids. There was no safer person in the world than the one right above you. Your pulse slowed.
"Okay." You nodded at Byakuya with certainty in your gaze and reached up to kiss him again, fingers sliding into his hair.
Byakuya wrapped you in his arms, kissing you back with equal care until you were seated upright and he released you, creating space enough to fiddle with the collar of your shihakusho. He tried to hide the slight shake of his fingers, but you felt the light brushes of air dancing along your collarbone. You pretended not to notice and stayed still, allowing him the same safety he offered you.
Once he pushed the layers off your shoulders, you pulled your arms out of the sleeves but did not move an inch more than necessary. You tensed through a shiver at the cool air and the weight of Byakuya's gaze on your now-bare chest. The man who bowed to no one sank to his knees as he beheld you and this time you couldn't hold back the tingle in your spine as he drew a line with his rough fingers from your collarbone, between your breasts, and down to your belly.
He glanced up at your face, awestruck, before bringing his mouth to your sternum. The unspoken words he shared with each kiss placed upon your flesh would warm even the coldest of hearts and it set your own ablaze; so overcome by connection, but little you could do beyond dragging your fingers through Byakuya's hair and watching.
When his lips found the peak of one breast you sighed with pleasure and Byakuya braced his palm on your hip, holding you steady. You continued to play in his dark strands. You feared if you stopped you might disappear, especially as his tongue snaked out, flicking your nipple before closing his mouth around it again, dragging his teeth much in the same way you had done to him minutes ago. He released you and pressed his forehead to your chest before looking up at you, a question in his eyes.
Byakuya asked you, coyly, "Did that feel good?"
"Yes." Heat had long since tinted your face and you nearly melted. "Do it again, please."
Please you he did when he brought his mouth to your other breast. He found confidence in his movements as his grip on your hip grew firm but not tight, his lips moved with intention rather than caution.
You grew breathless as he suckled and kissed, little moans escaping you as your core bloomed with arousal, your thighs growing tight as you sank deeper into pleasure. Byakuya could have kissed your chest for hours or just mere moments, it was impossible to tell, but when you caught yourself saying his name, he stopped.
"Do you want to keep going?" Byakuya's breath was heavy and his lips were a deep, swollen pink.
"Please," you said, an octave higher than intended, but you brushed it off and guided the hand on your hip to the tie holding up your hakama.
Long, deft fingers unraveled the sash and you stood to allow your skirt to slip off. You hooked your thumbs around your panties and Byakuya sat back on his heels as your entire shihakusho fell to your ankles.
He looked at you, all of you, with wide eyes. He braced your calves with his hands, an air of awe in the way he held you. A long moment passed where he gazed at you silently from the floor. You noted the way his eyes caught on the soft parts of you, on your freckles and scars, your exposed sex.
"I wonder," he said softly, looking up at your eyes again,"If I had been born a different soul, one who dedicated their life to the creation of breath-taking works of art," he swallowed in pause, in reverence, "Could I even in my thousands of years create something as enrapturing as you?"
What was there to say to such worshipful words? Your chest shook with the weight of his devotion until you could no longer bare the weight of it all by yourself, and you reached down to the hands that cradled you, pulling them until Byakuya stood with you.
"Why should you sculpt me," you said slowly, your face a breath away from his, "when you can love me, instead?"
A touch of your lips to his was all it took for Byakuya to heed your request. He kissed you with hunger as he guided you back onto the mattress and maneuvered you until your head found the plush of your pillow. Byakuya swept his fingers along your arms, kissing your hands, over your breasts, and down to your legs, where he kissed again. It was nearly devilish, how he drank up every inch of you, avoiding the place you desired him the most. By this point you could feel your own arousal on your thighs, dripping onto the bedsheets.
You were ready to plead with him when he dragged a single finger along your center. It was a ghost of a touch, but you jolted with excitement and sighed your approval. He slid his finger along you again, more sureness behind the movement, and you begged for more.
"Please," you whined, writhing with need.
Never one to deny you, Byakuya touched you more firmly, moving in slow circles until he found the place that made you moan and your hips stutter.
"Is this right?" There was gravel in his throat as he checked in with you.
"Yes," you gasped.
Before you could find his rhythm, Byakuya adjusted his hand and worked a digit inside of you, the pad of his thumb now grazing your clit. He moved around a few times until you lifted your hips again, this time begging him to go deeper. Byakuya complied, sliding until he could feel your response. You went pliant in his hands, surrendering to his careful exploration of your core.
"Tell me," he said, "do you like the way I'm touching you?"
You nodded, no faith in your voice to guide your words, save for "more," and "please."
He added another finger, introducing stretch that pushed you further still. Byakuya watched you with rapt attention as you slowly came undone before him; all for him, only for him.
"Beautiful," he said, nearly as breathless as you. "You're breathtaking."
His words were enough to send you tumbling, squeezing his fingers and moaning in a flash of white. Byakuya slowed enough for you to take control of the moment, grinding into his hand until you came back down.
Your eyes returned to focus on Byakuya. He was flushed and starved for you yet he remained knelt between your legs, tracing soothing patterns on your thighs. Once your breathing began to even out you reached for him and pulled on his hands until they braced you on each side. You kissed him wherever you could - his jaw, his chest, his lips, as you reached down to the still-intact sash on his hakama and lower still, palming his erection over his clothes.
Byakuya tensed with need, yet he didn't move. "We can stop here," he said calmly.
You believed him; you knew he would let you choose what to do next.
"I want to feel you," you said sweetly as you pulled at the fabric on his hips. "All of you."
Byakuya replaced his hand with yours and in one swift movement he removed his shihakusho entirely. It was your turn to bask in the beauty of the person you loved. He was both an angel and a warrior, hard edges delicately carved with fierce training and a life dedicated to protection. Leaning forward, you stroked him lightly and he shuddered before leaning into your touch.
He twitched in your hand as Byakuya lowered himself closer to you until the bare skin of his chest grazed yours with every breath. The two of you studied each other's faces, bathing in anticipation as you pressed his leaky tip to your center, slipping on your soaked folds. Your breath caught when you felt his heat on yours and Byakuya reached between you, enveloping your hand for just a moment before you let go.
"Go slow," you whispered.
Byakuya blinked softly at you as he lined himself up and pressed forth, inching into you. In unison you breathed out heavily, a release you both had been waiting for with baited breath. No amount of experience could have prepared either of you for the way your connection would feel, even in the long seconds Byakuya spent burying himself inside you until his hips met your pelvis.
You couldn't stop yourself clenching around him as Byakuya waited a moment for you to adjust to him. The stretch he gave you was slight, the place he reached within you already deep enough to build tension low in your belly. The same expression of desire in your eyes was reflected in Byakuya's as he began to move, slowly, adoringly.
Each time he slid out you lost your breath, every time he pressed in he gave it back to you. It was so much more than you could've imagined. You snaked your hands over his shoulders, wanting for more closeness, if it were possible.
"It's like you were made for me," you said breathlessly, voice filled with admiration.
Your name escaped his lips, whether a plea or a prayer, neither of you could say. The flush on Byakuya's face deepened and his eyes shone as he leaned closer to you. He peppered your neck with sultry, wet kisses as he kept the pace. Stars formed behind your eyelids as they fluttered shut, and in time your hips rose to meet his, the pace gradually increasing.
Your peak chased you quickly, already higher than the one before, gasps and moans escaping you with every breath, every thrust. Swiftly, Byakuya leaned back but not for long as he hooked a hand around the back of your leg, drawing your knee towards you until the angle shifted and you boath gasped at the newfound depth.
It was maddening, the sensation, and you ground into each other until you couldn't hold on any longer. Your breath quickened and your muscles tensed in anticipation of the rushing intensity you were about to experience. His eyes locked onto yours as he sensed the shifts in your body.
"Byakuya," you said between gasps, eyes searching his, "I can't- I can't…"
"I won't let go." He held you firm, his embrace unwavering.
His assurance made the back of your eyes burn as you stuttered and shuddered, your orgasm racking your body. It was heaven to be in Byakuya's arms, have him inside you. His steady grip on you kept you tethered to the moment as he moved inside you, slowing down as you returned to him.
Byakuya wouldn't hold out much longer, especially not with the way you continued to flutter around him as you came down. The flex of his muscles told you he was practicing serious restraint, moving in accordance with every little reaction you gave him. In a matter of moments, he climbed up after you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, fingers interlacing with yours.
A groan of pleasure tickled your ear as he throbbed inside you, grinding to a slow stop. You held on tight as you reveled in each other's pleasure. Once both of your breaths had begun to steady, Byakuya pulled out of you, leaving you hollow and boneless and altogether overwhelmed.
As soon as he laid beside you, his arms wrapped around you and you curled into him. The sting of tears bit until they escaped you at last, rolling down the side of your face until they dropped onto Byakuya's shoulder.
Byakuya swept your hair out of your face and looked at you, a mixture of adoration and concern. "Are you alright?"
You nodded into his chest. "It's a lot," you said shyly. "A lot of intense emotions."
He hummed his understanding as he pulled you closer. The two of you stayed that way for what could have been ages, Byakuya tracing small patterns on your back as you nuzzled into him.
"Let's get you into the bath," Byakuya said, breaking the silence.
You looked up at him playfully. "You won't join me?"
"Anything you ask," A small smile crept up on him as he responded. "I will give it to you."
