[In which Byakuya is yours foreverβ¦]
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I love TYBW Byakuya, he is just so pretty! Iβm going to me writing random things to try and get a healthy writing schedule going, so please feel free to make requests! I really enjoy writing for Bleach, I really like the characters.
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Soft Byakuya
Mentions of sex
Byakuya is so sweet here
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The rays of golden light glistened through the open window that laid at the corner of the room, a gentle breeze brushing the blossom-pink curtains to the side and filling the room with the crisp smell of Cherry blossom season; and it was that smell that awake you from your peaceful slumber. With a distorted groan, you stretched, your body shivering at the sudden movements at such a time in the morning. As you moved back to you spot after your morning stretch, you felt lanky arms slither their way around your waist, delicately tracing the exposed skin of your stomach. A gently kiss was placed on the back of your neck, sending a slight shiver down your spine. You leaned your head back, meeting your husbandβs soft lips in a sweet kiss.
βGood morning my dearβ. His voice was deep, as he was still waking up. You hummed in response, bring a hand up to gently stroke his hair before dragging your hand down to caress his cheek. His gray eyes met yours, swirling with an emotion that could only be described as pure love. Pure love for you. The kind of love that spoke volume. He wanted to make love to you, just like he had done the night before, and the night before that. His hand raised up to intertwine with the fingers that held his face, gently removing it to place a soft kiss to the skin. You smile gently, before pulling your hand away and sitting up on the edge of the bed.
βCβmon love, we have work to doβ. Your voice was groggy, but to him, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. As you began to stand up, arms wrapped around your body and pulled you back, back to the bed once more, and into his arms.
βFive more minutesβ. He mumbled into your hair, inhaling your scent. You could only sigh, letting your body relax.
βFive minutes, thatβs itβ¦β