Byakuya Togami

​Byakuya was sprawled stomach-down across the crisp white sheets of his bed, his head turned to the side as his golden hair spilled messily across the pillow. His suit jacket and tie had been discarded on the floor hours ago, leaving him clad only in his unbuttoned dress shirt and bare skin from the waist down.

​His glasses were pushed slightly askew on his face, but despite his compromised position, he clung tightly to his sharp, arrogant pride.

​"Don't flatter yourself," Byakuya rasped out, his voice a fraction lower than usual as he rested his chin on his crossed arms. His blue eyes glared back at you over his shoulder, sharp and defiant, even as a faint flush stained the tops of his pale cheekbones. "I am permitting this purely because my mind requires a temporary reprieve from the absolute incompetence surrounding us. It does not mean you hold actual power over me."

​You didn't answer with words. Instead, you raised your hand and brought your palm down hard across his pale, bare rear.

​SLAP

​The loud crack filled the silent bedroom. Byakuya’s spine arched instantly off the mattress, a sharp, ragged gasp catching in his throat. His fingers dug tightly into the bedsheets, knuckles turning white as a high, desperate whimpering sound escaped his lips before he could bite it back.

​A deep, vivid crimson flush spread rapidly across his skin, matching the glowing red handprint left on his thigh.

​He panted heavily, pressing his face into the pillow for a brief second to regain his breath. When he turned his head back to glare at you, his eyes were glassy, dark with raw sensation, and his lips were trembling despite his attempt to scowl.

​"A-Ah... damn you..." Byakuya gasped out, his voice cracking slightly as he squirmed under your heavy grip on his waist, completely unable to hide how deeply the impact had undone him. "You... you hit far too hard. Just... do it again."

Byakuya’s hands were clenching the white bedsheets so tightly his knuckles had gone completely bloodless.

​He was flat on his stomach, his face buried partially in a pillow to muffle the embarrassing sounds escaping his mouth. His pale, lean thighs were spread wide, trembling as you rode his hips from behind, driving down into him at a rhythm that had his mind spinning. His wire-rimmed glasses sat askew on the nightstand, leaving his icy blue eyes exposed, glazed over with overstimulation and sharp, stubborn pride.

​Even pinned beneath you, taking every inch you gave him, Byakuya refused to drop his arrogant front entirely.

​"Is... haah... is that the best you can do?" Byakuya rasped out, his head snapping back as he glared up at you over his shoulder, his chest heaving for air. His pale skin was already flushed a bright, feverish pink.

"You're moving far too slowly... Don't hold back on my account, you incompetent—ah!" ​His sharp tongue was cut off instantly as your open hand came down hard against his bare ass.

​CRACK

​The loud, wet smack rang out, instantly painting a bright red handprint onto his pale skin. Byakuya arched his back sharply, a high, needy gasp ripping straight from his throat as the intense sting tore right through his composure, causing his inner muscles to clamp down tightly around you.

​"Nngh—! Fuck..." Byakuya whimpered, his head falling forward into the mattress as his body shivered under the impact. He bit his lower lip hard to stop another moan, but his hips instinctively pushed back against yours, practically begging for more.

​He swallowed hard, rolling his head back toward you, his eyes burning with a mix of fierce defiance and helpless arousal. "Harder..." he demanded, his voice cracking slightly as he forced the bossy tone through his panting breaths. "Do it again... and don't you dare stop driving into me!"