#togami smut

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Hello I hope you don't mind me requesting again (●’◡’●)ﾉ

But if you don't mind could I request byakuya togami x male reader that acts like Jamil viper

You can choose the kinks again, but could m!reader be bottom, and can it still be in the killing game and m!reader can be the ultimate butler?

-Sunny

Of course not, Sunny! A request that I can manage is a request that will be fulfilled~!

I do apologize if this is lackluster, but Byakuya is not a character I feel too much when writing. I do hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

Title: Yes, Sir

Characters: Top!Byakua Togami x Bottom!m!reader(Ultimate Butler)

Contains: Dom/Sub dynamic, bondage, fingering, spanking

Fandom: Danganronpa

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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Ever since Byakuya discovered your talent, he has requested that you serve him. Though that's not to say you were thrilled by the notion of that.

You were actually fought over by him and Celeste near the start of the game. Celeste insisted you stay with her, as she deemed herself high enough to have a servant, but Byakua insisted the same. You weren't sure how you ended up with him in the end, but that's how it came to be, never having a choice in the matter like usual.

You two were in the library. Byakuya was researching multiple things when he decided it would be better to take a break from that. He handed the book that he had found on the desk from his previous session and had you put it away.

"Yes, sir." You took the book, automatically checking the cover to see where it would go on the shelves.

"Bring me something...exciting."

"Any specific genre, sir?"

"No, whatever suits your fancy."

Sure, make it harder for me...

You scoured she shelves, trying to find something that would entice him. In the end, you decided on a cookbook. Sure it was an odd choice, but when skimming through them before, it was always somewhat exciting to see all sorts of different dishes.

You haded Byakuya the book, but when he read the cover, only his eyes moved to you. "A cookbook?"

"I personally find different recipies and food items exciting, sir."

Byakuya sighed, putting the book down on the desk. "Actually...I think I have something else in mind for a destressor."

"...And...what would that be, sir?"

"Give me your tie."

You stayed still for a moment, sighing before obliging. You undid your tie, giving it to Byakuya. He spun you around, grabbing your hands and pinning them behind you as he tied them together. When finished, pushed you over the desk with a small grunt. You were now positioned for him.

"I don't know where you get off thinking a cookbook would be an exciting read."

"Y-You said to pick something that suited my--"

"Is that back talk, (y/n)?"

"N-No, sir, I was just--"

"Silence." Byakuya undid the tie that he wore himself wrapping it over your mouth and tying it behind your head. When he was out of sight, you scowled from the action. This guy...so full of himself...you hated that you had to serve him, especially receiving a punishment like this, but a talent is a talent, and with expectations come punishments.

Byakuya removed your pants and boxers, and you were ashamed to admit your cock was already hardening from all of this. You swore you could hear the smirk through a hum as he noted your shaft, now spreading your ass to get a good view.

To your surprise, he slipped in his thumb, earining him a soft moan from the small stretching. He gently pushed in and out, working out your ass. You tried writhing around a bit, but Byakuya quickly stopped you with a slap to your ass.

"Sit still."

You wanted to growl out against the gag, but instead disguised it as a groan, obeying as Byakuya continued to work you out. Once he was satisfied, he removed his thumb and inserted his middle and ring finger, causing you to arch your back a bit with a whine.

"So far, I'd say you're behaving quite well. Maybe this will teach you to take my commands seriously next time."

You tried to fight the blissful feeling, trying to keep yourself in check, but you couldn't. You nodded with a moan, your brows furrowing as he pushed his fingers deeper. Your moans became more consistent as you rested your head on the desk, all external sense of yourself starting to fade. You accepted your fate, but you wouldn't make this mistake again.

"I'd say you're about ready now...What do you think, (y/n)?"

You nodded eagerly, spreading your legs further for Byakuya.

He smirked at the sight of you, noting to remember this as he pulled his cock from his pants, positioning himself at your hole. He didn't miss a beat, filling you nice and deep right away. You arched your back once more, legs trembling against him.

Byakuya held onto your shoulders, using you as leverage to thrust into you as deep as he could go. Despite being told to stay still, you rocked your hips back into him, though Byakuya didn't seem to have an issue this time. The two of you grunted into the air, disturbing the silent library environment. You were thankful that no one else was here, and should a murder occur, you had your alibi, so with that in mind, you let yourself go.

It didn't take long before your moans began to pitch, signalling that you were approaching your climax. Byakuya was well aware, and picked up the speed, for once indulging you instead of him. Your cock was rigid against the desk, and with one final thrust, the side was painted white along with the inside of you.

The two of you panted heavily, relishing in the afterglow of the moment. Though you enjoyed it, you stilled noted to take his requests a little more seriously

Or...

Who knows.

You had to admit this was fun. It wouldn't hurt to get yourself like this again, right?

#kaisers house of desires #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x male smut #bottom male reader #danganronpa #male reader #byakuya togami #byakuya #danganronpa byakuya #byakuya x reader #byakuya x you #byakuya x y/n #byakuya smut

[gummy-bearz]

Im literally desperate I'm sorry-

Is it possible for you to write smut of Dom!Byakuya Togami x Sub!Fem!Reader with a degradation kink? /nf

All the Togami smut I could find has a male reader :')

Thanks!

NSFW

Dom!Byakuya Togami x Sub!Fem!Reader with a degradation kink

DAAMMNNN OKAAYYY I SEE YOUU!!!!!! BUT DONT WORRY THANKFULLY I HAVE YOUR BACK!! ALSO SORRY ANON IF I DIDNT GET TO THIS REQUEST EARLY ENOUGH

btw this oneshot contains uuhh fingering and I proofread this SOO many times so if there’s any errors SORRY

anyway here is nsfw of our fav arrogant rich boy

- mod hiyoko

- Byakuya pushes you down onto his desk, spreading your bare legs wide. He soon inserts two of his fingers within your mouth from behind.

“Mmph...!” You whimper.

“Be quiet,” Byakuya demanded.

- His other hand soon begins to roam all over your body as his fingers extracted out of your mouth. Byakuya soon began to pull the waistband of your panties, leaving you writhe beneath him. Slowly, he pulls them down, revealing your wet clit.

- He rubs his fingers against your clit, his other hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans. You whimpered, caught off guard by the sudden touch. Your body reacted instantly, arching into it. As he continued to tease your sensitive nub, you squirmed beneath him. You felt your body heating up.

- The sensation made you feel like you were in heaven - his touch felt absolutely amazing. Suddenly, his fingers found their way inside your wet cunt. Your eyes widened, gasping and quivering from the sensation of Byakuya's fingers inside you.

“Did you not hear me? Quiet, I said.”

- What a sadist, you thought to yourself. But still… the feeling of being dominated by him felt SO amazing. His fingers thrusted inside of you, making your legs quake.

“Such a virgin…” you heard him say, his tone hinting slight disapproval.

- Byakuya wasn’t wrong though, you were a virgin. You continued to moan as his fingers relentlessly moved in and out. Suddenly, you squealed as you felt Byakuya’s fingers curl within you. He was so dominant…so arrogant.

- Byakuya smirked, knowing that he had you exactly where he wanted. He could feel your body reacting to your touch as the lust within you increased. You needed him. Badly.

- Whilst he continued to hit all of the right spots, you felt climax reaching. You cried out, a mix of pleasure and shock. The way how your body clenched around him made you knew that you were completely at his mercy.

- Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm, driving you with need and desire. With one final thrust of Byakuya’s fingers, he hit your G-spot, causing waves of pleasure to course through your body.

- Suddenly, you squirted all over his fingers, causing you to shudder feverishly and cry out of pleasure. His eyes narrowed, slightly impressed by your response despite himself. He withdrew from your soaking clit, leaving you wanting more.

- He looked at his fingers in disgust, and then looked at you.

“How disgusting…such a dirty person.” Byakuya retorted as he grimaced.

- You were turned on by the way he degraded you, feeling strangely empty without him. Without saying a word, he pulled you onto his lap.

- You mewled as your wet crotch pressed against his bulge. Without hesitation, you began to grind yourself against him.

Byakuya groaned, “Seriously, what am I going to do with you.”

“I love you…”

- Byakuya was slightly stunned by your submission.

“…whatever.”

#mod hiyoko #danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #byakuya togami #trigger happy havoc #smut #oneshot #byakuya togami x reader

[naquey]

For Sport

contains: monster fucker, werewolf, cunnilingus, oral f relieving, knotting, breeding, mating press

Chisaki let out a breath she was holding.

She entered her name into the raffle. Now, fate would decide whether she was picked or not. Yasuhiro and Celeste had entered their names months before her and had yet to be selected for each full moon after. Her hands shook as she walked away, her back to the burlap sack hanging outside the village chief's house. 

“You’ve seen plenty of people do this during your life. How are you nervous?” Celeste scoffed. 

“You weren’t nervous knowing you have no say in what happens?” Chisaki’s brows creased. Almost everyone at the ceremony was nervous before and after they were chosen. 

“No, there are plenty of people whose names are still there years after they’ve turned 21, people who have forgotten they even put their name in the raffle.” Celeste could only assume her words were comforting. 

“Hey, it’s not like they’ll pick you, right? Your birthday was three days ago. That would be some shitty luck.” Yasuhiro scratched the back of his head. 

“You’re the fortune teller! Give me my fortune. Let me know if something will happen!” Chisaki clasped her hands together, pleading with her friend. 

“I don’t know… My predictions have a thirty percent chance of being right and… seventy percent chance of being wrong…” 

“I don’t care! It’s something! I can’t just leave Leon when we started dating months ago.” 

“Ugh, I still don’t understand why you’re dating him when he has a reputation for being a heartbreaker across the village.” Celeste smoothed down her clothing. 

“He’s cute…” 

“I’ll admit we have different tastes.” 

“The full moon is in a couple of weeks. The least we can do is live it up until then.” Yasuhiro shrugged. 

“I guess you’re right,” Then it dawned on her. “What do you mean live it up? I’m not going to die!” 

“Who knows, the people who enter the forest never return.” Yasuhiro chuckled awkwardly. 

“Duh, it’s called Wolfswälder. Of course, no one will ever come back.” 

“People are dying?!” Chisaki gasped, eyes blown wide. 

“No, no, no! Yasuhiro chuckled awkwardly. She’s just making assumptions, right Celeste?” He elbowed the goth girl. 

“I mean, why else wouldn’t they come back?” Celeste shrugged. “It’s not like they were banished. This full moon ritual has been going on forever.” 

“Whatever, I’ll just try to forget this.” 

Chisaki turned on her heel and walked away. She was looking for Leon, the chief’s son. He’d know how to comfort her. She could already imagine him taking her into his arms and telling her everything was okay. He’d hold her tight in his big, strong arms, and she would feel protected and safe. Celeste’s words about the ritual were dwindling, and she walked around looking for him, asking the baker and the kids about it by the fountain in the center of the village. 

The village was at the center of a forest that went on for miles. No one ever dared to go outside the perimeter. There were rumors that, at one time, monsters and humans lived in harmony in the forest, but because of something that happened, the humans were pushed to the center by the monsters and terrorized and preyed on. The first village chief had made a truce with whoever had led the monsters, the ritual being upheld for years after the first village chief died. The monsters didn’t enforce the promise to terrorize the villagers anymore and grew antsy and bloodthirsty, leading to more sacrifices during the ritual. Whoever was chosen had to throw something they cherished most into the purple flame before being led to the village perimeter. 

Typically, during midday, Leon would be outside tossing around some ball made of leather with his friends; she would be able to easily find them because of their hooting and hollering in joyous glee. Chisaki hugged her arms around herself and sat down at the fountain when she circled to the center of the village. If it were any other circumstance, she would be okay not knowing where he was and would hang out with her friends instead, but her friend's words weren’t as comforting as he could be. Chisaki swore she heard his laughter and turned around. Leon had his arm slung around Sayaka, who was laughing and giggling. They had been best friends since he was little. When Sayaka noticed Chisaki, she stopped laughing and removed his arm around his shoulders, pointing Chisaki out. For some reason, Sayaka had a problem with her even though she never really had a problem with how close Leon and Sayaka were. 

“Hey, Chisaki!” Leon smiled and made his way over to her. “Happy birthday! I can’t believe you’re twenty-one. Have you put your name in the raffle yet?” 

“Thanks,” She wasn’t going to tell him her birthday was three days ago. “I just put my name in the raffle.” 

“Hey, maybe we both get chosen to go to the woods. That would be hella awesome, wouldn’t it?” 

“Yeah, about that– “ 

“It’s an honor to speak with the monsters we live with, don’t you think? And if we both got to live out there, we could have some privacy, if you know what I mean.” Leon winked at her with a laugh. 

“Yeah, yeah… I’m feeling a little bit nervous, maybe even afraid…” 

“Why would you be nervous? It’s a random raffle. Does everyone have a chance of getting picked?” 

The sides of her face were heating up. Her fear was stupid. Of course, it would get laughed at. What was she thinking? He was right; everyone had the same chance of getting picked up in the raffle and sent to the surrounding forest. She laughed it off awkwardly. 

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right!” 

“See? There’s nothing to fear. It’s all going to be okay. Now, I promised Sayaka I would take her out to lunch. Bye!” 

“Wait, but– I can come too.” She sighed and watched him walk away. 

Oh, Leon was so very wrong. Chisaki was the second person picked from the raffle. Standing in the small tent behind the stage at the center of the village, she kept looking over the white dress she was told to wear. The fabric was sheer in some places, showing off certain… aspects. She pulled her hair into a tight ponytail and set her clothes on the stool in the corner. She couldn’t bring anything when she was escorted to the perimeter. Her parents weren’t in the crowd when she got picked, and she wouldn’t be there when she threw in her most treasured object. Smoothing down the billowy white dress, she pulled the curtain back and stepped out. Locking eyes with the boy that was chosen, she could see the fear on his face. He looked as scared as she felt. Before she could tell him that nothing wrong would happen, four village guards came over with their hulking armor and large polearms. 

She chucked in the love letter Leon had given her months ago, watching the paper curl in on itself and burn with the coals, the purple flame engulfing it. As a child, she dreamed of freely going into the forest whenever she pleased. It was full of wildlife, and the ground beneath her feet was damp. She took one last look behind her, the guards blocking her way back in. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, and she looked back out into the forest. Something was watching her. She could feel it. The need to run vibrated in her bones, but she continued to walk carefully, paying attention to each noise around her. She was alone. The other person chosen in the raffle was escorted to the other side of the village. Coming across a river, she knelt and let the cool water run across her hands; she touched her hands to her neck, hopefully calming down her racing heart. 

Something was breathing down her neck, and she froze. Looking up, she noticed a big, furry creature staring at her. Its dog-like nose flared, and the ears on its head twitched. Its massive claws hung at its sides. She never knew that the creatures in the woods were monsters like this. Whatever was behind her shoved her down into the river as it leaped over her. The furry creature went down with a thud, and she could hear growling and snarling. Propping herself up, she pulled herself out of the river. The wet sheer fabric clung to her form. A shadow loomed over her as she tried to wring the dress out. 

“Leave.” 

“Excuse me?” 

A big, ash-blonde-furred wolf was standing over her. Blue eyes peering down at her with disgust. The wolf did not look happy either; its fur was ruffled, with a few cuts on their body. The wolf scoffed. 

“You heard me. You’ll keep attracting them, so just leave.” 

“Attract what?” 

“Other werewolves. I would like to live in solitude, thank you.” 

“Werewolves? But– Those don’t exist.” 

“You’re looking at one.” The werewolf snarled. 

“Yeah, well, you look like a fluffy teddy bear.” 

“Whatever. I’m not saving you again if they come after you.” 

“Come after me?” 

The werewolf turned away, ignoring her question and walking away. 

“Ugh, fine. It’s not like I need protection.” Chisaki brushed herself off and walked off in the other direction. 

She walked for what felt like hours. The sun was starting to go down. Her feet were tired, and she was beginning to feel a chill. The wet dress didn’t help protect her from the cold temperature of the night. She couldn’t help but think her friends were having a great time at home, in their warm beds, talking to their parents and not having a care in the world. She would give anything to be back in the village again. The foliage rustled, and she stopped dead in her tracks; looking around and squinting, her ears picked up the faint sound of rain. If her dress weren’t dry now, it certainly wouldn’t be dry with the rain. Something in the distance rustled again, and the hair on her arms stood on end. She was being watched again. After running into that werewolf, she kept her eyes open and surveyed the forest for whatever may be lurking nearby. She could see a large shadow in the distance. 

She kicked off running, Not keen to find out if it was a threat. There was a howl in the distance, and something was running behind her. 

“We must stop meeting like this. You’re annoying, and mortals get easily injured.” 

She squeaked when she collided with a furry wall.” 

“What are you doing here?” She stumbled back. 

“Looking for food,” The werewolf grumbled out. 

“If we’re already acquainted, then my name is Chisaki.” 

“I don’t care. Come with me.” 

“Hey, hey! Woah– “ 

The werewolf picked her up and walked off, his tail swaying slowly. He carried her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was set down on a bed of moss and comfortable foliage. She squeaked and covered herself. 

“Please don’t eat me! I’m sorry!” 

“I don’t eat annoying humans; I’m not a cannibal.” 

“Wh– Huh?” 

“I’m half human, half monster. Of course, that would be cannibalism.” 

She felt the moss on her legs and pressed her knees against her chest. 

“What am I lying on?” 

“My nest.” 

“Nest?!” 

“It’s a bed. What? I had to make do with what I have out here.” 

“So, are you going to kill me?” 

“No.” 

“Then why did you save me?” 

“Because I have some humanity left.” 

“Oh.” 

“Seeing as the others will hunt you throughout the forest, you can stay here.” 

“But you don’t like me…” 

“I’d rather not indirectly be the reason you die.” 

“Okay…” she shivered, her teeth chattering. “ I uh—I thought monsters were horrible.” 

“You’re cold.” He glanced at her, hovering on the farthest edge of the nest away from her.

“It’s okay, it’ll be fine.” 

“Stand up.” 

“No, no. It’s okay.” 

“Fine.” 

Her eyes widened when his large frame leaned over hers. His claws ripped through her wet dress in the blink of an eye. He didn’t care about her trying to cover herself or looking away in embarrassment. 

“There, you won't be cold.” 

“What the hell?!” 

“It was wet. You were cold. Something wet will make you colder.” 

“That’s it?” 

“I don’t care what you look like. I do care about you not getting sick.” 

Chisaki bit the inside of her cheek. Now, she wondered why the raffle existed if the creatures in the forest weren’t killing people. The werewolf’s ears flattened against his head. 

“Byakuya.” 

“Huh?” 

“My name is Byakuya.” 

“Do you mind if I ask you something?” 

He shrugged. 

“Do you know why the village sends two people into the forest for every full moon?” 

“To build the population.” 

“Pardon?”

“Mating.” 

“Come again,” 

“So we can breed because the humans in the village exterminated us in waves a long time ago.” 

“You’re supposed to– To breed me?” Chisaki scooted to the other side of the nest. 

“If I wanted to, yes, but I’m not one for the thrill of the chase. Especially when they cry and scream.” 

“So, is that why you saved me?” 

“Yes.” 

“I- I’m going to bed.” 

She turned over, her back facing the werewolf. She wasn’t going to bed, but she didn’t want to discuss it with him anymore. The concept made her uneasy, a pit forming at the bottom of her stomach. 

In the morning, she got up and felt grimy all over; turning over, she nudged Byakuya, who was curled up like he was taking a nap but turned over, wide awake. 

“What?” 

“I’m going to go to that river and bathe.” 

“Ugh, why? You’ll just wash off the forest scent, making it easier for them to smell you.” 

“I don’t care. I feel gross and disgusting.” 

“Alright, go bathe yourself.” He turned back over, his tail thumping against the nest. 

Chisaki sneaked out of the cave and over to the river. She grimaced when she saw all the mud and grass splotched over her skin. She certainly needed to wash it off. Humming to herself as she washed away the dirt and grime with the cold running water, she was utterly oblivious to the forest around her. The forest scent and part of Byakuya’s scent were getting cleaned off her. Even though the cave was close to the river, he could smell it from miles away. His eyes opened, and he groaned, pulling himself from his shallow slumber. 

“Come on,” He grabbed her wrist. Looking off in the distance. 

“I’m not done– “ 

“You’re shivering. Let’s go.” 

“How would I dry off– “ 

“I don’t know. For all I care, you can use the scraps of your dress or some leaves.” 

“You know, I’m getting sick of your apathetic attitude.” 

He snarled, bearing his teeth. 

“I don’t want to get too attached. Now, come.” He pulled her away, ears standing tall. He could hear something breathing in the distance. 

There wasn’t anything in the cave to dry herself off, so Byakuya begrudgingly said she could cuddle him until she felt warmer. Subconsciously, she nuzzled into his fur, closed her eyes, and decided that she would just take a nap if they weren’t going to move. Byakuya’s breath hitched in his throat; her scent was all around him like a gas he couldn’t escape. His ears pressed flat against his head. He wanted to stay like this forever. Hold her. Fuck her. Breed her– He shook his head. No, that was wrong. He wasn’t going to take part in this stupid, belittling human ritual. 

“I’m sorry, is this uncomfortable?” 

“No.” 

“Your voice cracked.” 

“Are you dry?” 

“Mostly, yeah.” 

“Good, you’re suffocating me.” 

He initially meant to move her off of him instead of rollover. Her body tensed up, and the sides of her face grew warm. Byakuya’s mouth went dry, staring at her lying beneath him. Her hair fanned out around her head, mostly damp. 

“Am I still suffocating you?” Her voice was quiet. 

“I didn’t mean– No, this isn’t– “ 

“I mean, isn’t this the point?” Chisaki shrugged, looking anywhere but at the werewolf hovering over her. 

“I- These rituals are stupid.” 

When she lay on top of him, his fur was warm and inviting. She wanted to cuddle him forever. It was so comfortable. Now, the atmosphere was much warmer in a different way. 

“You smell like me…” He mumbled. 

Instinctively, he licked her cheek, looking at her for a response. When she didn’t pull away or visibly look disgusted, he continued to lick her bare skin. Perhaps she tasted as lovely as she smelt. Her skin was salty, almost like licking a salt lamp. Her hips were little in his big furry hands, and he held her down as he flicked his tongue out. Swiping it against her clit. He looked up for a reaction. Her head was thrown back. His tongue was enormous, like sandpaper, all the more stimulating than a human tongue. She whined and tried to closer her legs but wound up squeezing her legs against his head as he mercilessly fucked his tongue into her sopping wet hole. Licking and slurping up any juices he could. He hoped that this would be enough to save him, but Byakuya couldn’t help but think of fucking her. Knotting her and watching her stomach swell slightly. 

“Wait, wait, that’s not going to–” 

Her words were ripped from her when he pushed his cock in. He filled her up. Instead of giving her a moment to catch her breath, he bullied his cock into her. Snarling and growling, he was like an animal in heat, probably because he was in heat. She was his fucktoy, a ragdoll he could use whichever way he pleased. His scent was going to be all over her now. The base of his cock expanded, and he howled, throwing his head back. His nails dug into her skin. The tip of his dick brushed against her womb. His knot stuck them together, trapping his cum. 

Coming down from his high, he couldn’t move. They were stuck together until the swelling went down. Chisaki’s eyes glazed over, staring at the ceiling. She tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through her spine. 

“Ow, ow, ow– “ 

“I don’t– sorry, we can’t move yet.”

#byakuya togami #togami byakuya #danganronpa #monster au #werewolf au #oc #female original character #fem oc #smut #monster fucker #monster smut #werewolf

[my-horniness-is-okay]

Hellooo, this is my first fanfiction so please go easy on me 🙏 not beta read so probably some errors. The character is obviously aged up, idk where in the timeline bc I’ve only played the first two games. I tried to keep him in character as much as I could, sorry if it’s not great. MC is supposed to be gender neutral, genitalia and appearance is not detailed.

Synopsis: the head of the Togami Corporation has his eye on the new intern. After hiring a private investigator, he discovers that the object of his affections is a sex worker; he has found his angle to get closer in a way he understands. Paying for what he wants.

Warning: unhealthy obsession, unhealthy power dynamics, nsfw content, graphic sexual content, Switch Byakuya, Byakuya gets pegged lol, oral sex MC receiving, sex toys, prostitution/dominatrix MC, edging and overstimulation, begging and slight dacriphilia, implied stalking, classism, asshole rich guy being conniving and entitled who could’ve guessed, MC is subjected to corporate bullshit, um tell me if I missed anything

Byakuya couldn’t help but feel just a bit awkward. It’s not like anyone at this kitschy cafe would really stare at him this late in the evening, even with him being the sole survivor of the Togami name and all; it was dark out and a weekday so most would be at home, not actively seeking out more caffeine.

This place was your recommendation, and after sending that private investigator after you a while back he found out that this is a place you liked to schedule meetings with clients, but this cafe was too low brow for his liking; tacky decor, shoe prints scuffed onto the floor, and a few too many frazzled college students damn near weeping into their coffee mugs as they furiously hammer away on their keyboards. Not to mention, his tea was a little oversteeped; Just awful, Byakuya thought to himself, clenching on the toy faithfully nestled inside of him, how long do I have to wait in this dump? In reality, it had only been a few minutes, but he had been waiting the whole day to get to this point, canceling his meetings and setting his work aside to get ready for this date.

Byakuya shifted in his seat, feeling himself throb and shiver as he remembered your instructions; clean himself up real nice inside and out, put on that nice new white shirt with the gold detailing that makes him look so pretty, and edge himself. Edge himself until he can’t stand it, until he is shaking and just wants to cry and be gifted release. Then get up, put himself together, straighten himself out, have his driver take him to this ridiculous cafe, and tell his driver to park the car in the alleyway and fuck off somewhere else until he is ready to go home.

Well he did, and now he waits sexually frustrated and irritated at everything, hands trembling slightly around the warmth of his mug as the bell tinkles above the front door and a cold breeze from the outside sends an electric current up his spine. He quickly takes a sip of his halfway full cup as the barista loudly welcomes in the newcomer, who’s murmured hello and approaching footsteps were all too familiar to Byakuya. He tried to ignore the pulse of excitement that shot to his cock, staring down at his drink nonchalantly, but he can’t prevent the quiet whimper that slips past his lips when he feels your gentle hand slide over his shoulder as you walk from behind him into view.

You’re as lovely as always, eyes captivating, smiling gently, and saying something in greeting he wasn’t listening to, far too busy drinking you in. You had all your usual luster but his heartbeat hammered uncomfortably loud in his ears as he gawked stone faced, just knowing you would be touching him, that he would finally be touching you. You look nice, but your clothes are notably non-constrictive. For easy access, Byakuya swallowed, just taking in your presence.

“Togami? Y’alright?” Your voice calls his attention as you sit down across from him, pulling your bag in your lap. He makes a little hmm? sound, face flushed and hands nervously stirring his tea. “Busy day, huh?”

His lips part as he pauses, wondering what to say. The last thing he wanted to do was dwell on small talk. “I’m here on time. What’s your excuse?” You had a quizzical look on your face; true, you were only about 10 minutes late, but that felt like centuries to Byakuya. He had wanted you for so many months ever since you had started interning at the Togami Corporation; You were all polite nods and smiles with uncaring sardonic eyes, bracing yourself for the lowly corporate job you signed up for. Even passing him in the hall there was something sarcastic in your bow, something joking in your tone- Oh yes what an honor Mr Togami, said with all the eagerness of a wooden board. Something about your frankness, your beauty, your humor- he hated it, hated how crazy you drove him.

“Traffic,” you dismissed lightly with a quirk to your brow. “Never knew you to be one for punctuality- in fact, I overhear enough gossip around the office to know that you’re never on time. Your meetings start and end according to your whims, right Mr Togami?” Byakuya swallowed, eyes trained on your fingers tap tap tapping against the tabletop. “And you came,” your fingers stilled, “right on time for me, didn’t you?” Clenching on the toy inside of him he glanced up to your gaze, quickly looked away as if he had been burned by the mere intimacy of the act, and nodded sheepishly. A tch aww left your smile as you tilted your head at him, your legs brushing against his under the table. “See, you can behave when you want to; you’re even wearing the shirt I picked out for you!” God, how your praises set him on fire, “Does that mean you did everything I asked of you?”

“Obviously, I’m not an animal.” He scoffed; he didn’t really know why he snapped like that when you already could tell how much he was enjoying being under your scrutiny, but what does a man like himself say to such a thing? Must he suffer the indignity of having his intelligence questioned? His hygiene? His physical endurance? His ability to follow simple fucking directions?

“Watch your tone.” You chided quietly, the sultry simplicity of those words made him dizzy, “How tragic it would be for you to have gotten this far just to have me punish you because you chose to be a brat. Wouldn’t that be sad?” He nodded once, his tongue darting out to wet the corner of his mouth as he took a nervous deep breath. “You gotta use your words, honey.”

He felt his pride tightening his throat in defiance to being spoken down to in such a manner, causing him to simply gawk once more. He ached for you, your touch and your simpering mockery and your confidence all had him throbbing with the need to finally feel your skin on his. All he wanted was to be worthy under your wry gaze, to impress you, to please, to-

Suddenly you stood, lifting your bag onto your shoulder and pushing in your chair. “Listen, if you’re not ready for this-”

“I am!” He exclaimed a little too quickly, face scorching hot with embarrassment. “I just- it’s hard! For me to-” Byakuya lets out a slow angry sigh as he averts his gaze, more frustrated with himself than you, “It’s difficult for a man in my position to- to trust someone with this.”

You blinked at him, unimpressed, “It’s understandable to be nervous, but we worked out the do’s and don'ts at our previous meeting, remember? And the NDA.” Something softened in your voice, “I see you hesitating. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. This is all at your own pace, remember? Let’s do this when you are more emotionally ready.” You turn, starting to take your first step away to the door when suddenly he snatches your wrist in his tight grasp. Looking down, you see that Byakuya’s eyes now lack the austereness they usually carry, replaced with an embarrassed yearning.

“I am,” he positively pleads, sounding more sure than ever, “I need this. Please- Please show me.” The depth of your eyes makes him breathless as you search his face for a moment, before slipping your wrist out of his grasp and gently taking his hand, smiling; your warmth against his uncalloused palm made him annoyingly giddy.

“Then be a good boy and put your mug on the counter so the nice barista doesn’t have to come all the way over here to clean it up.” You let go of his hand. “I’ll be waiting by the door.”

A burst of excitement shoots through his chest, full of relief as he gingerly stands up, the toy settling inside of him as he grasps the half full cup by the rim. He is so ecstatic at not letting you slip through his grasp, he only is slightly affronted at having to do the plebeian’s work and return the ugly mug of oversteeped tea to the sticky counter, where the barista is too preoccupied with their phone to even thank him for gracing the trash bin they called a cafe. As he gently sets the glass on the granite counter, Byakuya watches you across the room; you’re looking through your bag triple checking you have everything you need, glancing out the window and checking the time as he approaches you.

“Good boy~” You purr, looping your arm through his. The bell above the door jingles as you enter the autumn night air together.

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If he knew about how all consuming you would become to him, Byakuya would not have left finding interns for the Togami Corp to his underlings; he would have vetoed their decision, thrown out your resume, and eradicated the problem like crushing a bug beneath his expensive boot. This passion, this weakness has ruined him he knows, but the secrets of Pandora’s box cannot be silenced, and dammit neither can he while he lays underneath you.

You had thrown down a towel on the plush leather of the backseat of the car Togami arrived in. With his trousers, coat, and boxers discarded haphazardly over the partition and on the cab floor, Byakuya laid facing up with his white and gold shirt partially unbuttoned. You said missionary so he is in missionary, you said to hitch his knees up to his chest so now his socked feet were brushing the ceiling, and you said you wanted to put him in a cock ring and well, here he was.

“You’re so pretty like this, baby~” You mutter between kisses. He can hear the grin in your voice but he can’t care when you’re playing with the plug he brought inside himself, teasing his entrance with one hand and the other trailing up his chest to his throat. Diaphragm rising and falling, his dark pink head was leaking with arousal, aching and needy to burst already as your strap on brushes against his length. The car was filled with the humidity of sweat and cologne as you both took shelter from the quiet alleyway.

Using the bottle of lube from your bag you prep the strap for him, the slick sound emanating in the small space makes electricity shoot throughout his body. It was finally happening, having you so close and so alone; it almost felt like a dream to Byakuya, staring up at you like he was in a spell. The light from the street lamps outside barely illuminated you, the enclosing shadows making the space seem smaller, more intimate. The thought that no one but him was seeing you in this moment had him damn near keening. This was all for him, he owned this hour with you.

The plug was set to the side and Byakuya shakily sighed at the loss of sensation. Teasingly dragging the tip around his entrance, the slippery silicone of the toy creates a quiet squelching sound that makes Byakuya throb. Watching you unblinking, his desperation emanates from him, his pink lips silently form the words please please please.

As you start to ease in the head of the toy, his lips press together, glasses askew and eyes closed in a relaxed focus. A quiet noise resonated from his throat as it slipped in, his flushed chest rising and falling under his half unbuttoned dress shirt. Under you with his legs hitched up to his chest, his head was thrown back in pleasure and a few stray tears wetting his lashes and trickling down his temples.

“You’re so pretty like this, pet,” you coo, and he really is, “doing so well. Take me a bit more, yeah?” He shakily nodded, so you gradually pushed the girth deeper, his lips parting at the stretch. “How’s that feel, baby?”

He takes a shaky deep breath, practically panting in arousal as his member twitches, and his smooth white thighs shaking under his vice grip. “More.” He murmured; It doesn’t sound like a command like he intends it to be, more like a whine.

You give his thigh a hard smack, and when he jolts he accidentally rocks back and forth on the strap-on, gasping and opening his pleading eyes.

“Is that how you’re supposed to ask?” You say, your fingers massaging the tender pinking flesh. The words have him clenching around the toy, a tingling sensation darting through his limbs.

He chuckles diverting his wanton gaze up to the ceiling of the cab, Adam’s Apple bobbing, he clings to his embarrassment a bit longer as his tongue darts out and quickly licks his bottom lip. “I, uh-“ he falters, not because he doesn’t know the answer, but because he’s not sure if his pride can handle listening to his own voice admit to what he wants out loud.

You strike him again on the same side, this time on his ass cheek. A sigh, almost a squeak, escapes him as he furrows his brow at you, his eyes misty with longing and bashfulness. You start to pull out and Byakuya’s mouth drops open at the feeling; the head of the toy catching on his entrance before pushing it back in shallowly, only as deep as you had gotten before. He nearly keens as you strike him again but harder, lazily dragging the toy in and out, shallow thrusts that do nothing but tease his entrance.

“Please.” His voice cracks, eyes watering as he stares desperately, trying to move his hips to pull the toy deeper, so he gets another spank. He hums a stifled groan, heart skipping a beat.

“Please, what?” You demand with a shit eating grin, watching his obstinance melt under the pain and pleasure.

You, You, You, maddening beguiling You with your razor sharp smile somehow draining him of his dignity. He never signed up for this religion of his, but he found his new god in You whether he liked it or not.

“Fuck,” he grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head away; his mouth is rosy and a little swollen from being kissed so much, and you can’t help but feel like there is something a bit Adonis-like to his face when he isn’t being so cold.

You grip him by his disheveled hair and force him to look at you; his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows and squeaks under his breath. “C’mon, pet,” You smack his hip hard, so much so that he bleats, his brows knitting together as he looks up with humiliated pleasure, “use your words.”

“I-“ As he falters a quiet whine resonates from the back of his throat, “I need it, please. Please fuck me. I- Master, fuck, I-“

He’s cut off as you finally thrust in deeper; his eyes roll back as he lets out a shrill ecstatic sigh, giving him what he so desires as we ease up to the hilt of the toy, your pelvis snug against his, the tip of the toys nestled snugly against his prostate. Dropping your grip on his ruffled blond locks, you caress up and down his soft thighs, letting him get used to the length.

“Better, sweetheart?” He jerks his head in a vague nod to the question. His breathing is ragged as he savors the stretch, lost in his own world as he trembles excitedly. His cock pulses, dripping and twitching on his abdomen.

“‘M ready. Please, master.” His tone is a little childish, a petulant whine to beg for his reward. A choked sob escapes him as your hand rubs his balls and you start to gently rock back and forth inside of him, admiring his flushed cheeks and focused expression.

“See, baby?” Your voice chimes with an undertone of mocking, pulling out a bit more for some real thrusting, “see how easy it is when you just behave? Get you everything you want.” As the toy gets pushed back in he lets out a small cry of pleasure, “Everything you want.”

Setting a slow pace, low drawling moans reverberate in his chest as people pass by at the entrance of the alleyway, just a few paces from his begging and debauchery, just a few meters from witnessing this young man’s dreams coming true. Byakuya reaches up to pull you in closer and kisses you feverishly, and when his lips open begging to taste you his noises are freed from his throat; between each lick and thrust he vocalizes, he can’t help it, filling up the tiny space. In this moment he is a thing to be owned, nothing else exists.

“Doin’ so well, being used like this. So perfect for me aren’t you?” He moans an ardent affirmative, “This what you want, baby?” You ask between kisses, a hand teasing his head.

He’s breathing heavier now, holding back his shrill panting in the back of his throat as the toy massages deep within him, grinding his hips flush against yours. “Please,” it’s a barely contained whisper, he has tears in his eyes and he looks like a dog begging, “please- I just need it. Fuck me hard. Please.”

Byakuya bites your lip and he grinds his hips in tandem to yours, his hands releasing their hold on his thighs, his feet planted firmly on the ceiling of the cab now as his hands grip your hips pulling you into practically lay on top of him. “Hmm?” you breathe, the sound almost a moan as his long elegant fingers grip like a vice into your back, into your skin. He can feel arousal of your own dampening your inner thighs at this point; Byakuya smugly wondered if you got this worked up for all your clients. Jolting him out of his thoughts you reach down and start to fist his straining cock, leisurely dragging the foreskin back and forth causing him to gasp and tense up, unconsciously pushing the strap out by an inch or two.

“No, please, not like this, I-“ he whines in a panic, gripping the wrist that has a hand on his dick; Byakuya stills you entirely, his fingers massaging your skin as he tries to relax and slow his breathing. Sighing, he plants kisses along your jaw over to the hollow of your ear, “I want- master, god fuck- just, please fuck me for real already, I- Oh~” Cutting him off as your hand lifts from his cock and grips his throat, you draw the length out and when you quickly snap your hips forward, his voice cracks he cries out so loudly and suddenly. Back and forth, you keep the steady rhythm, gripping his white hips and pounding into him hard, watching as he comes undone. For a moment his hands scramble for purchase against the leather seats, desperate for something to ground him as his loud moans filled the cab, a sensation he had never felt before spreading over every inch of his skin. Pleasure trickles through his nerves like a tsunami, pleasure that for the first time stretches beyond his cock, throughout his whole body.

Like the air is being punched out of his lungs, he rocks up against the seats, the crown of his blonde head brushing against the door behind him, his feet dragging on the ceiling, his long gangly legs framing your shoulders. Removing your hand from his throat, you grip the headrest of the front seat and give him deep powerful strokes that seize up his limbs painfully and have him shaking. Each cry melds into the last, quickly becoming a stream of moans each as loud and undignified as the one prior. The toy hits too deep, persistent and punishing and unbearably good. He doesn’t know how long the feeling lasts, but he remains on the edge of an orgasm like the ebb and flow of the sea; closer and closer still and then receding back into himself again. Weeping openly he begs, he has never felt this good before and that scares him, not knowing if he wants the sensation to end or go on forever.

Falling suddenly silent, Byakuya cums much quicker than he would have liked, gripping you hard in shock as his rigid limbs thrash at the sensation that he had never felt quite like this; like you had lit a flame in his feet and he felt it creep all the way up his body, slowly moving through his torso and making him shiver.

Even after his cock had stilled, his head was still spinning, his heart hammering. Keeping one hand on your hip to keep you flush against him, his other hand reached up and brushed his hair out of his eyes, bumping his glasses clumsily. He shudders as you carefully remove his cock ring. You were certain that for once not a single thought was in that beautiful head of his as he blinked his wet lashes slowly and dreamily.

When he glanced down at himself, he was surprised to see that there wasn’t any cum on him. He had cum dry, his cock a bit more relaxed after removing the cock ring but still stiff. He almost couldn’t believe that you made him feel that good without the external release he was so accustomed to; he might’ve described it as witchcraft if he was a superstitious man.

“I want…” Byakuya says much too slowly, much meeker than he would have liked, “I want to make you cum. Can I?” His heart soars when you chuckle. “Sit on my face, please? I want- I want to please you too.”

“You are a good boy, aren't you?” Leaving the toy inside of him, he watches you as you unbuckle the strapon from your hips. “Damn near read my mind, baby~” You sound delighted as you crawl over him, his awkwardly long legs cramping up against the door by his feet. His heart melts when you gently remove his glasses from his face with a laugh, setting them off to the side somewhere as you saddle up to his face, gripping his hair and pulling him forward to your heat.

He is shocked by how the smell of your sex drives him mad, incapable of stopping himself from breathing in frantically like a hound as he grips the fat of your hips. After one tentative lick he is hooked, burying his face between your thighs and devouring you feverishly like a man starved. His cock throbs at the taste, his heart leaping out of his chest at your quiet groaning and your firm grip on his hair. He needs this shit on tap, he realizes, Byakuya can’t live without this. Your taste at the back of his throat, swirling his tongue passionately along your slit while groaning in excitement makes him feel high. He is thrilled when you really start to get into it, moving his head back and forth and humping his face like he’s your toy, making his jaw ache. You need him so badly as you grow swiftly closer to your climax, your voice rising and your pace speeding up. Your arousal starts to ooze out of the corners of his mouth as he eagerly works his tongue to your pleasure.

Byakuya’s hips leap when you reach back around and start playing with his throbbing cock; Much to his embarrassment he ejaculates immediately with a loud grunt, pleasure overtaking him once again. The orgasm this time does not keep him in limbo like the last one did, instead it is reliable and easy, though notably more intense than normal. Semen paints his stomach, shooting out of him hot and fast, leaving him trembling ferociously once again. Even after his cum soaks your hand you don't stop stroking him, riding his face harder as you gradually come up on your own release, overstimulating him in the process.

His throbbing pleasure transforms into an aching numbness. Hungrily, he grips you fiercely and yanks you forward, forcing you to lean against the door above his head and suffocate him with your weight, grinding on his mouth. It’s heaven when he finally makes you cum, filling his mouth with you and making you shout. He needs this, Byakuya thinks to himself, he needs this warmth between your quivering thighs forever. It’s where he belongs; It’s where you belong.

After a few minutes, when you come down from your high, you ease yourself off of him with a shaky laugh that reignites his pride. He made you feel like that. Byakuya was the one who summoned the relaxed expression on your face as you straddled his waist, carefully brushing his bangs out of his eyes. You say something but he is so zoned out he doesn’t hear you. “Hm?” Byakuya breathes out, squinting up at your blurry form dreamily.

“Feeling good, huh?” Your chuckle and teasing grin melt his already relaxed self. “All I said was that you did well.”

Byakuya had a hard time thinking of a response. He was so blissed out, so at ease as he absentmindedly massages your now bruising hips. After a long pause he sharply chimed, “Our hour isn’t up yet.”

“Still got more in you?” You sounded surprised.

“Just-” Byakuya slowly shook his head, face heating up. “Just reminding you.” After removing the toy from inside of him and putting it in a ziplock baggy along with the plug and ring, he sat up with his back against the door and with you straddling his lap. “Where are my glasses?” He asked in an annoyed tone. After you retrieved them from under the driver’s seat, he donned them again, blinked at you, and sighed at the sight.

“So what do you want to do now?”

“Um,” Byakuya hesitated, his fingers clutching your soft waist possessively, not knowing how to ask for something more affectionate without embarrassing himself. He swallowed, avoiding your gaze. “I think I- well, let’s just relax for now.” He drawls sheepishly.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees you lift your hand and bring it up to his head; his scalp was thrumming from having his hair pulled a few minutes ago. As your deft fingers card through his blond locks, he admires the way you smile mockingly as he unconsciously leaned into your touch. “You’re cute~” He found something demeaning in your tone that sent a pulse of excitement to his spent cock; how the hell do you do that, he marveled.

“Do you… usually cum like that? With your clients, I mean.” Byakuya cleared his throat nervously, his jealousy ravenously clawing him apart from the inside out; he didn’t want to ask it but it came out anyway.

“Why do you ask?” You challenged teasingly, “I do have to be confidential about my clients, you know.” Anger tightened Byakuya’s throat, making him feel hot. Didn’t you know how special this was? How honored you should be that the Byakuya Togami has fallen for you? His own feelings disgusted him, but as your gentle fingers combed his blond locks from out of his eyes and back out of his face, he felt the rage melting out of him again. “Silly boy.”

His deft hands massaged your hips tenderly as he stared at you, watching as you gulped under the intensity of his gaze. You seemed uncomfortable, and some part of him liked it; seeing you squirm and glance away as he stared you down. “I want to schedule another appointment.”

The sound of your surprised laugh made his heart swell in a way he found particularly vexing. “Well I do love good business, but how about you pay me for this one first?” You snapped.

He grinned sleazily, feeling for the first time you were speaking a language he knew how to speak back. He grabbed his trousers from the floor and fished his phone out from one of the pockets. Ordering you a ride home, sending you the thousands of dollars straight from his personal account and pulling up his calendar with lightning speed, he breezed through to your next day off and canceled his meetings for that day with barely a glance in your direction. He knew your schedule inside and out from what the private investigator told him, so it was a breeze to find a day you were open.

Those measly thousands meant absolutely nothing to him; if they want to earn real money they’ll have to actually work for it, go where I want us to go and wear what I want them to wear! Byakuya thought to himself, not that trash cafe and these cheap rags for mere pennies to pay for that little hovel you called home.

He knew that if he eased you into the lifestyle of his caliber, gave you a taste for the finer things in life and got you attached to easy living, he would have you begging to be his lifelong pet- a modern day concubine all for himself. His smile was sinister as he watched you blink at his phone screen with great interest, gawking at all the pretty numbers. With the Togami fortune at your leisure, how could you ever deny him? Eventual mistresses and bastard children be damned, you’d be eating out of the palm of his hand in no time, an empty headed little bird trapped in a gilded cage. And the thought alone had his cock pulsing with excitement again.

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Yandere Byakuya smut! Please leave a comment and constructive criticism! I hope you enjoyed <3

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[bubblyqueer000]

can u do an imagine of byakuya (dr1) spanking reader

Imagine getting spanked by Byakuya. He grew tired of you bothering him in the library on a daily basis, so one day he bends you over his desk and pulls down your bottoms, revealing your ass to him. He would begin with light, almost gentle taps that would gradually get rougher and rougher, and make you count every smack.

"Was this what you wanted when you came to bother me? Did you want me to make you my bitch?" He asked, right before delivering another slap to your red ass cheeks, making you whimper. Afterward, he would have you sit on his lap, the pressure of which made it hurt even more so.

The next day he would be especially nice to you. ♡

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[writer-komaru]

There are two types of Doms…

T T I had to do a part two… hope it’s good lol-

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On fuck. By the end of the night you’re going to look like you got beat up after school, but also feel like you were being injected with pure fucking euphoria the whole time. They knew exactly how to make you grit your teeth by biting, sucking, or just straight up slapping you in all the right place to make you scream. (without the s-) And when I say scream, I mean screaming bloody murder. It’s a good thing they invested in soundproof rooms, because holy shit they could make you howl. The way they tied you down to the bed, rope binding your whole body stiff, barely able to even twitch from the smallest traces of their fingers on your oh so sensitive skin. And it wouldn’t just be their fingers touching you~ but, that’s only if you were a good little thing for them. It could go two ways.

You thought they were even going to touch you at all? Oh you poor, poor, stupid slut, they say, you aren’t going to be touched by their perfect hands at all. The only thing that gets to press against your needy body were the countless toys they have stored all for you.~ and maybe if you were lucky enough, they would actually set it to an acceptable level. But, if not, expect your sex to be shaking violently enough to create an earth quake, causing you to scream out in pain and pleasure. Yes, Yes, Yeeesss!~, you cry out, face contorting as your body spasms, rapidly approaching your orgasm. It feels so good, doesn’t it?~ Being abused by the silicon vibrator shoved against you slutty sex, oozing with anticipation for them to finally touch you. But, no. The world froze. The euphoric feeling between your legs stopped. You looked up with pleading, teary eyes at the dominant of figure below you. “Oh, you poor little whore~ you thought you were going to actually cum? How naive~ Aw, look at your face, So desperate, so needy~ you wouldn’t be cumming at all for the way you acted today. But maybe… if you make it up to me, there might actually be a small chance I’ll change my mind.”

You’ve been a good little cutie, haven’t you? Well, for your good behavior, they’re going to give you a very special treat! And what is this treat, you may ask? Well… its to get treated so delicately, like a porcelain dol- hahahahah! You actually thought they would treat you with care? You better prepare yourself, because as a gift for being so good for them, they’re going to force so many orgasms out of your trembling body that you will literally begin to black out before they even experience half the orgasms you have. Your chin will be slick with sweat, half lidded eyes staring blankly at the ground. Your body went limp a long time ago, good thing they have the arm strength to keep you up all on their own. Your poor, puffy, semen-dripping sex will sting at even the slightest touch. You face scrunches up as they align their dick/strap to your asshole, causing you to whine out desperately. Your body is begging, BEGGING you to tell them you have had enough, but the dirty things they are whispering in your ear causes your abused sex to drip even more liquid down your shaking thighs. “Wow~ still so needy, huh? I though you would have passed out a long, long time ago. Well, I guess I’ll keep having to give you my present, over and over against until you actually do, hm? Hmmm, maybe I should add… something else into the mix?” With the sudden noise of a low buzzing sound, your sleepy eyes jump awake. But before you can whip your head around in time, the feeling of the cool vibrator pressing against you causes your breathing to hitch once again, eyes barely able to stay open. “Yeah, that’s right~ I know your body is begging you to go to sleep, just give in~” your vision slowly turns to darkness as the sounds and feelings of your reality mute. </3 (once you fell alseep, they immediately stopped, cleaning you and everything else up, and tucked you nicely into bed. They still really care about you <3)

But, no matter if you were good for them or not, if you fall asleep during sex or not, if you suddenly use your safe word during sex or not, they always, ALLWAYS treat you like royalty after. It’s honestly the least they could do in their opinion for letting them express their fantasies like never before. They’re honestly really thankful for you! ❤️

TOGAMI, Celeste, Ibuki, JUNKO, GENESIDER JILL, Munakata, MIU, Angie

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You see this up here 👆. Nu uh. They ain’t doing anything like that to their precious baby, to their beloved royal, to their most prized- you get the idea. They treat you like glass, so gentle, so caring. They ask you to lay down on the bed, propping your head up with a pillow. Carefully begins to take your clothes off, neatly folding them next to you. “Your body is so gorgeous~ your skin is so soft and smooth, I could rub my hands all over your body all day long, baby~, if you want me to~” Each trace of their fingers on your skin is laced with everlasting love for you and only you. <3 but unlike service subs, they also indulge themselves as well. As they take off your bra, their breathing hitched as they begin to rub their clothes sex against yours in small little circles.

After a while of undressing, their grinding a lot harder against you then before, causing them to bite their bottom lip. They can feel their orgasm so, so close!~ but no, not yet. They have to make you orgasm first. At least, that’s what they believe in. You gasp as you feel something prod at your hole. Your eyes gaze into theirs with wild suspense. They lean over your sweating, warm body. “Take some deep breaths for me, okay? It’s going to hurt a little bit.” But with all the prep they gave themselves by rubbing against your sex, coating their dick/strap in a surprising amount of slick, translucent liquid. Was this all for them, they thought, they really get to you more than they thought. As they push into you, euphoria surges through their veins. They had to make you orgasm quick before they creams inside of you. You gasp as their other hand tweaks at your nipples before going down your body to rub all over your sex, grazing their teeth over the sensitive parts of your neck. Fuuuck, they were so good at, well, making you feel good! And if you have a praise kink, they are literally MADE for you!

“Your body is so perfect, ahhh~, it feels so good around me. At this rate, you are going to make me cum fast then- Aughh!~ I-I thought.”

“So good, so good, so good~ absolutely perfect, aren’t you? Were you always this per- Ahh!~ O-Oh fuck!~ your squeezing so tight! Ah!”

“I-I’m going to-to- Fuck, baby! So good, ahhh!~ d-did you cum again? G-Good, very go- Ahhhhh!~”

Though….

If you were naughty…

They still have to push you, even if you deserve all the praise in the word in their eyes. It wouldn’t be as much of an… affair as a hard Dom, but still enough to get you to sob. You would tie your wrists over your head, face shoved deep into your sex. Guttural moans escape your mouth as their skilled fingers shove into your hole, right against your prostate/G-spot. Honestly, is you were naughty, they will punish you by practicing how well and fast they can make you orgasm. And let me tell you, they are very, very skilled. Like oh shit you are going to be cumming faster than you could even count. Your sex feels like it’s on fire! Your eyes, blurry with tears roll into the back of your head as you squirt into their mouth. The feeling of switching between cloud nine and back down to earth over and over again is making your head spin. But after 3 rounds, each with around 4 orgasms, they stop. That’s their cap. You may have been disobedient, but they didn’t want to abuse your poor, sensitive body too much that it causes a Heath problem. Your their baby, after all. “You did so well, baby, so good for me.~” the praise fills your senses with pure bliss. “But… now it’s time to repay the favor~” your let out a small gasp as they untie your restraints, pushing your head down to their sex. “Come on~ I’m waiting, baby.”

Sakura, GUNDHAM, IZAYOI, Juzo, KOREKIYO, Kaede, RANTARO, Gonta, Peko

(\\^V|^\\)/ <3

Normalize saying Royal instead of Princess/prince

#danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa #danganronpa v1 #danganronpa smut #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v2 #danganronpa x reader #korekiyo x reader #juzo x reader #munakata x reader #angie x reader #togami x reader smut #togami x reader #ibuki x reader #junko x reader #genesider sho x reader #miu x reader #kaede x reader #sakura x reader #gundham x reader #izayoi x reader #rantaro x reader #gonta x reader #peko x reader #smut #togami smut #korekiyo smut #Angie smut #celeste x reader

[elvenxwarrior]

Danganronpa Masterlist

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MINORS DNI! 18+ FOR SOME FICS.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

SFW Headcanons

N|S|F|W Headcanons

The Taboo Part One | Fluff

Rule Breakers | Kinda Spicy

Space | Fluff

Byakuya Togami

SFW Headcanons

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Prison Break | Action(??)

Mr. Togami | Fluff

Little | Fluff

Makoto Naegi

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Yasuhiro Hagakure

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Mondo Owada

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N|S|F|W Headcanons

Sakura Ogami

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Hajime Hinata

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Nagito Komaeda

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N|S|F|W Headcanons

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

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Babydoll | Smut

Gundham Tanaka

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N|S|F|W Headcanons

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #headcanons #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa #byakuya togami #kiyotaka ishimaru #makoto naegi #sakura ogami #mondo owada #dgrp #byakuya x reader #kiyotaka ishimaru x reader #taka x reader #smut #fluff #smut fanfiction #writers on tumblr #minors dni #mdni #minors do not interact #minors fuck off #no minors allowed #mondo x reader #makoto x reader #sakura x reader #hajime hinata

[shslfanficreader]

Celeste was meant to be in the dom top row 😭

#danganronpa smut #sdr2 smut #danganronpa v3 smut #nagito komaeda smut #byakuya togami smut #kokichi ouma smut #smut #i know its not technically smut but just in case #this is just a joke list as a little fun #i couldn’t add being verse or switching because every character would be in those rows #because i always just assume they all switch #i can read any fic that way 👌🏻

[diseaseriddencube]

*stares at your blank scarless arm* promise you'll start, for me

Azusa x Cutthroat x fem Reader

word count: 1933

content: self harm, it's not smut but there is moaning, and kissing, there's non con stabbing, also con stabbing 😍

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The bed shifted slightly under your combined weight as the vampire next to you leaned closer, a light finger stroked down your bare arm. You nearly flinched, you had not been treated well by anyone over the years, let alone vampires, but his touch was nothing but gentle, nothing to be concerned with. 

“Promise….you’ll start…for me….” he whispered, his cold lifeless breath barely scraping your ear. You shifted back a millimeter, “...start what exactly?” you hesitated to ask. The answer almost revealed itself as fast as he produced a knife from who knows where. 

“You want to cut me?!” you nearly shrieked, but he placed a gentle hand upon yours, shushing you softly. 

“No, I want…you…to cut…yourself” 

Myself? Was he insane? Scratch that question, he revealed that aspect long ago, but wanting you to mar yourself was a new level. 

His gaze was captivating you with puppydog eyes as he slipped the handle into your fingers, wrapping his hand over yours. Your combined hands lifted, placing the blade across your other wrist, you felt almost numb, this situation went from relaxing to such a quick progression into madness you could barely process how far into the rabbit hole you had fallen. The slightest bit of metal kissed your skin, not cutting, but you flinched; sharp movements, skin on blade, blade in skin, his desire had been met all too well. 

The cleaving of your flesh had not been as deep as you feared, only a single drop of blood beaded to the surface. You released the knife, letting it fall into Azusa’s possession once more, in order to inspect your wound. He leaned back to give you room, though he was very obviously glancing at the damage he inflicted, and barely holding back his smile. Footsteps outside of the room barely registered in your head as you dabbed your finger in the blood, playing with the quickly coagulating surface tension. Sweat dribbled down your neck as the door creaked open, on the edge of your conscious attention. 

“I smell blood,” a low but playful voice called across the room. The shock of it almost made you fall backwards into the mattress, though you held composure well enough, your arm had flung back though, sending a single drop flying to stain the bed sheet. And this intruder’s eyes locked onto that tiny speck of red like an eagle hunting its prey. 

The tall man entered the room, cloaked in white. This was no vampire, as pale as he was, or as deathly as he seemed, there were no fangs in that mouth. He was an oddity, stranger so than your situation with the vampires, they just let him stroll into their manor; they never sucked his blood, they never spoke to him. You had suspected him to speak with Azusa on occasion but you could never truly confirm this. He never told any of you his name, and so he became known to you as the Cutthroat. The vampires were certainly an odd bunch, but they could not compete with Cutthroat. Not a vampire, yet he returned home with new blood staining his clothing every night. You had a guess as to what was wrapped up in those bandages, and chances were that he and Azusa could surely bond over it should your theories prove to be truth. 

He stalked closer, silent as a ghost like his clothing imitated him to be, he glided across the floor, almost landing in your lap. He was deadset, focused on one thing only, the wet wound that was crusting upon your arm. His intentness scared you, he spoke not a word, even Azusa merely watched in curiosity as he picked up your arm to inspect it. His hands were freezing, though you knew him to be surely human. 

He mouthed a word, again, and again, staring into your wound, already darkening and coagulated. He became almost audible, yet breathy and silent, red, red, red

There was a strangeness in his eyes now, not that he ever looked quite okay in the head, but you certainly were unsure of this particular look. 

“Can I cut you too?” he breathed, his mouth opening made your stomach churn. His teeth, they were perfect, white as the rest of him and straight like a military cemetery. But they were wrong, like an uncanny valley, too perfect for human, they should’ve been fangs, rows of shark teeth would suit him better. 

You shrunk back, looking to Azusa for help, you shouldn’t have taken your eyes off him for even a moment. 

For the second time today, a knife pierced your flesh, so deep into your arm it stuck out on its own when he released it. You screamed, your voice scraped against your throat and you scrambled back, tangling yourself in the fabric. Cutthroat pounced on you, reclaiming his knife from your tender flesh, opening a new pathway for the blood to flow. Your juices streaked the blade, the fire in his eyes reflecting in the metal, and your terrified face staring back at you on your respective side of the knife. He lowered it just below your eyelines, but his attention snapped away just as quickly, looking over his shoulder at the vampire tapping him. 

“If…she doesn’t…want it……you can…cut me…instead…” he offered, oh so kindly, to save you from this madness, though more likely to bring himself a greater ecstasy of pain that you could never willingly provide him. Cutthroat snapped up this opportunity, dragging a blade across the skin Azusa so proudly presented to him. Blade went through bandage, strips of white fabric dropped to the floor, alongside drips of bright red liquid. Azusa let out a soft moan of happiness. 

You squirmed back even more, trying not to make yourself noticed in their preoccupations of pain and blood. You would’ve gotten up and run, but something told you, a knife would be thrown at your head if you tried to escape this bloodbath. So you watched, a deer in the headlights, as the wolves went at each other only a pace away. Cutthroat didn’t hold back, he was more hardcore than any slasher movie villain, Azusa’s arm would be unrecognizable in seconds if he didn’t stop soon. 

You were shocked that he wasn’t making a fuss over Cutthroat cutting over his beloved scars, the ones you heard him talk to as though they were his friends. But Azusa seemed to be in too much absolute bliss to notice. 

Azusa withdrew his arm, drenched and dripping with thick blood, and tugged on the bandages under Cutthroat’s sleeve. Staining them as he unraveled them, pushing up his sleeve as he did. Cutthroat didn’t object as his arm became exposed to the world. Scars littered his arm, so heavy and deep they changed the silhouette, his entire arm may as well have been pure scar tissue, it was a shock he could even operate it anymore. 

Azusa’s blood dripped upon his arm, running down and settling in the grooves of his scars. You had expected something like that to be hiding under his bandages, but you could have never anticipated it to look so extreme, even Azusa’s scars could not compare. Azusa was practically glowing as he sized up a new surface to inflict pain on, as a loving gift to return to the one who shredded his own arm. 

He was far more purposeful with his cuts, in extreme contrast to Cutthroat’s messiness, neither seemed to mind it. In fact, mid-cut, Azusa moves his head closer to the other’s. Leaning in, Cutthroat not leaning away, were they going to- 

Lips collided, fangs pressed deep in his gums. This had already been a sick display, but it had veered straight into absurdity, did they have something going on? Is this why he was allowed into the manor so freely? Azusa pushed his knife in, eliciting a muffled moan from Cutthroat, deepening their kiss. You could see blood, and you could almost guarantee tongues were being exchanged. You felt a gag rising, and you so foolishly let it become audible. 

In an instant, their eyes snapped to you, suddenly reminded that you were a participant in this madness. They withdrew from each other, eyes still locked on you, bloody saliva still hanging between their jaws. 

Cutthroat broke the silence, “You should join the fun, shouldn’t you, darling?” his voice was deceptively light, if it was out of context, you’d assume he was inviting you to a playdate, but with all the blood on the floor, you felt your fate being sealed. 

They both crawled over to you, each pinning one of your arms before you could shuffle away. You squirmed under their grasp. Your eyes were clenched tight, oblivious to Cutthroat raising his arm, and bringing it right down on your stomach. The adrenaline surged so hard you hardly felt it, yet you struggled harder. 

A small laugh to you right side, “isn’t…the pain…wonderful…?” and a gleeful whisper to your left, “it’s red” 

You cried out, yet your sobs only seemed to stretch the edges of their smiles. Though you felt numb, the sound of a knife hacking into you was a sound from beyond your wildest nightmares, it reminded you of cutting watermelons, a dull chop, the splitting of flesh and juices spilling. The fabric of your shirt opened to accommodate every stab, and became heavy and warm, slicked with your own blood. Cutthroat laughed, his awful laughter echoed against tall ceilings. His laugh was melodic, almost beautiful in any other context, but here and now, it was grating, horrifying, it seeped into your bones deeper than his knife ever could. If you died here and now, you were sure that laugh would haunt you right into hell. 

The stabs stopped, and you squinted your eyes open as your right arm was released. Cutthroat continued to laugh, he continued to stab, but not into you, right into Azusa’s chest. 

Stab,

Stab,

Stab,

Azusa didn’t look so happy anymore, the famed masochist of the household, and he looked….afraid, like this was a game he was happy to play until it no longer went his way. 

You thought vampires were unkillable, but as Azusa went limp over your own dying body, you were suddenly unsure. You were almost drowning in the bed by now, weighed down with Azusa’s body and Cutthroat’s death grip on your arm.  Blood from all three of you soaked down into the layers of foam, if you were more lucid about the situation, you may have felt bad that Azusa would have to replace his bed, but fortunately, mattress shopping would have to wait until you weren’t actively bleeding out under the hands of a madman. And this madman just had to be a little more mad, by leaning down to scoop blood from Azusa’s wounds onto his tongue. 

Carefully cupping the blood in his mouth, he brought himself to your lips, pressing them against yours. His hands had moved to grip the sides of your skull, forcing you to accept the brutal kiss. His tongue weaved its way into your mouth, transferring his and Azusa’s  ‘gift’ down your throat. You choked on the blood, the kiss was suffocating, but that would quickly become the least of your concerns.

You felt something along your neck, and warmth flowing down your body, new blood gurgled in your throat to mix with the gifted blood. Your last sight was the faintest reflection of a red ring in his eyes as he finished slitting your throat, allowing you to join Azusa. 

#rave ramblees #akudama drive #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers #yes this is a crossover of equal caliber to the cutthroat x togami high school au smut fic 😍 #i unfortunately didn't write something of such greatness #but oh well

[yukinarinn]

“Pleasurable Vulnerability”

Myumu x Dom!Byakuya Togami

Heya, btw, I don’t take requests with ocs here. It’s another commission request by Zir this time, on Amino since there I made a writing commission post. It’s been like almost a month (3 months now) since she requested it and I’m so sorry for letting you wait so long dear! I hope you like it, I don’t know if it’s that good, though. Please tell me if you want me to change anything! 💕

Since I’m done with those commissions, I’m ready to take care of the requests from Tumblr!

The second art is Myumu by Zir, she’s so talented!!

Also this is an update, I’ve NOW finished this and all I have to say is that I think it’s just cringe. I should’ve written this earlier but now it turned out like this so please if you’re cringing, I’m sorry!!

cw: praising, degradation, breeding kink, mentions of pr3gnancy, dom!byakuya, sub!myumu, THH bad ending

The final class trial has came to an end, Kyoko was executed, and Makoto was devastated while Junko forced the remaining students to live in the Hope’s Peak Academy, forever. And there was nothing they can do.

Days had passed since the final class trial, most of them were spending their times alone, in their own room. Aoi only came to the dining hall to eat breakfast and donuts, Yasuhiro tried to get everyone’s attention and have a chat, but the students weren’t in the mood for that, Makoto is still thinking of an escape, Toko is spending the whole day in her room, sometimes stalking Byakuya, and Byakuya is ignoring everyone, obviously, a specific someone is an exception.

And that someone is… Myumu! his best friend and the closest friend he even had, she, instead, was talking to everyone! Excepting Toko, Toko is obsessively talking about Byakuya all the time and something just snaps inside Myumu for some reason.

The pink-haired girl is in the library, reading a book, together with Makoto since he wanted some company. He kept looking at her instead of reading his book, and Myumu noticed, looking straight into his eyes and chuckled.

“Aww, is there something wrong, Makoto?” She asked him, smiling as he starts blushing.

But before even answering to her question, someone gently touched Myumu’s shoulder which made her look behind, and she faced Byakuya, who looked a bit upset and confused. Though, he tried to hide his emotions.

Byakuya was looking at Makoto with so much disgust meanwhile the poor boy was confused about what’s happening and why he gives this look to him.

“Um, I will leave now. Seems like Togami doesn’t want me around.. See you later, Myumu!”

“No! It’s fine, he’s ju-“

“Let him leave. Actually, he can stay here, I do have some.. business with you anyway.”

Myumu gave him a confused look, not knowing what to say at this point. Byakuya was closer to her, but he never asked for anything nor wanting to talk to her more privately.

“Umm, sure! right now?” She asks, giving him one of her innocent smiles.

The blonde guy touches her cheek gently, his mouth forming a smirk but this smirk disappeared as soon as he started speaking.

“Of course, you need to come with me now. I do noticed something weird, and that’s why I want to make sure I’m right.”

Myumu nodded and followed him, she didn’t even have time to say goodbye to Makoto since Byakuya grabbed her hand and “forced” her to come with him. Looks like the bussines he’s talking about will be discussed in his own room.

He opens the door, making sure that Myumu is the first one entering his room, he may be rude and ignorant to others, but he’s actually a gentleman with the people he truly cares.

He slowly locks the door while she looks around.

“You know, I’m pretty confused. So the business you were talking about will be discussed in your room?”

He sighs.

“First, take a seat on the bed and make yourself comfortable here” He says, sitting right next to her. “You know I’m not here to play games so I’ll just be straight forward to you, but, could you really answer my question without lying to me?”

Myumu looked down, basically knowing what was he going to ask. She could be honest, but she doesn’t know what his answer will be. But.. she has nothing to lose, she has to be honest to him. If her feelings aren’t reciprocated, at least she tried. But what if they are…?

“No, I’ll be honest, you don’t need to worry. Go ahead!” She smiles.

Byakuya always melted when she was smiling like that, but never admited it.

“Do you have feelings for me? If so, for how long?”

He suddenly got even more closer to her after asking this which made her blush and embarrased. But still, she had to answer his question.

“I-I do, for a very long time actually. But I thought other people’s feelings don’t matter to you. Toko likes you too, right? But you always pushed her away.”

He smiles and touches her chin with his index finger, making her to look at him.

“Toko isn’t even my type. It’s true that I don’t care about others that much, but you’re my best friend, I mean you were. Because I wanna show you how much I adore and love you.”

Myumu stared at the boy she loved so much, not able to say another word. She was just staring.. waiting for him to say something more.

“I know that’s pretty surprising and even confusing for you. And I’m not really that type of guy who just confesses his love to someone, that’s why I want to show you. Can I?” He asks, already unbuttoning his suit.

Myumu was out of words but she was still able to smile, that was a confession. A confession that she was waiting for so long.

“W-what do you mean by that?”

Byakuya smirks and touches her thigh.

“You’re so innocent, let me change that.”

With that said, he pushes her onto the bed, getting on top of her and taking his glasses off, putting them on the table right next to them both. Byakuya was staring at his incredibly adorable face she has, she didn’t expect him to push her like that, which made her squeak a bit. They didn’t say a thing, they were so busy looking into each other’s eyes.

He was obviously the one in charge so he took the lead, starting with his expensive suit, slowly taking it off. Myumu didn’t say a word, but she wanted what he wanted, just by looking at those innocent and pure eyes of hers. His clothes were on the ground now and he let his skinny yet muscular body in sight so she can take a good look at this beautiful view.

Byakuya, once he saw her all flustered and blushing, gets closer to her ear, biting the lobe of it gently and whispers which sent vibrations to her spine and, well, her whole body.

“Do you like what you see? how about you help me taking off those cute clothes of yours?” He says in a dominant tone, but he still asked for consent as he didn’t want to hurt her or cause any misunderstandings. This moment should be important for the both of them.

Myumu let out a soft moan as soon as she felt his teeth touching her ear lobe and biting afterwards. But she nods.

“Yes.. please.. let’s take them off-“

He smirks as he squeezes her thigh a bit. He was already excited and words couldn’t describe how happy he also was that now she’s under him, waiting to be dominated and loved.

He gladly took off everything she had on her and now that Myumu’s skin is fully revealed to him, things are getting interesting. He placed many kisses on her flesh, making her squirm.

He looked down at her.

“What was that noise? do you like it?~” Byakuya teased her and kept going. Touching every part of her body and biting her neck gently. Myumu still let out moans without saying anything and that’s because everything was perfect at the moment. She forgot where she was and what happened in this place, now that Byakuya is so close to her.

He chuckled, seeing her like that and then he grabbed a condom from the table, rolling it on his dick. She was watching him, speechless.

“I just love how you’re so quiet even though I’m so ready to fuck my kids into you. I guess that’s how a slut usually behaves?” As he chuckles, he put it right at the entrance, still looking for her consent. “Tell me. Tell me you also want it”

“Byakuya.. I will give myself to you.. since I love you so much~” She told him and spreading her legs wide more.

Byakuya nods and he slowly pushes it inside, letting out a groan before kissing her. He stayed like that for a while so she can adjust with his size and then he began thrusting into her, wraping his hands around her neck.

He was of course enjoying this, and Myumu too. He could tell that only by looking at his pretty face, moaning out loud and screaming his name pathetically to keep going and finish her off.

He was going deeper and faster as he was close to climax. He pulled her closer to him.

“Tell me where you want me to cum, princess”

“I-Inside!” She moaned loud once again, wraping her legs around his waist as she was close too.

Her walls squeezed which made him cum instantly, painting her walls with white.

After a few seconds, he was laying right next to her, cuddling together.

“You’ll be a great mother, Myumu. I love you so much.” He said, kissing her cheek.

She blushes and hugs him tightly.

“I.. I love you too!”

#danganronpa #fem reader #trigger happy havoc #byakuya togami #ocs #danganronpa oc #danganronpa smut #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #dr thh #thh #danganronpa thh #oneshot

[urban-witch101]

Guess who is back in business and is actively updating after being dead for like five months?

So if you're a regular reader of this, please go reread it. I edited it up to hell and back and there are both minor and major changes that are crucial to the story. If not, welcome!

Enjoy guys! Feedback is appreciated, I read every comment I get :)

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[koki-hai]

hai!!! could I req a naegi x togami noncon 1shot pls? 🍬

Yes!! Sorry it took a while! It's a bit longer than what I'd consider a oneshot but hopefully that's okay:) Thank you for the request! Nom om🍬

Note: Since there wasn't a specific role assigned to each I'm gonna write the obvious, being top Byakuya and bottom Makoto. Also I'm going to refer to them by their first names since I'm used to writing them that way. Also I'm gonna be using she/her pronouns for Chihiro since this is taken place before the class trial. Not really important but thought I'd add that.

Content Warning⚠️: Non-con, rape, sexual assault.

Neagami Non Con (Danganronpa 1 chapter 2 spoilers!!!)

Makoto was in the girls locker room, investigating the 2nd case of the killing game. As he was examining for any more clues aside from the obvious, the rope that was holding her up caught his eyes. Right before he could get a closer look at it, he felt a hand at his shoulder. He jumped with a squeal and he turned around to see who it was. "Oh.. it's just you.." Makoto greets with a shiver.

"But of course.. the presence of someone like me should always cause surprise from a commoner such as yourself.." the Ultimate Affluent Progeny chuckles with his arms crossed, seemingly amused with Makoto's reaction, "Do you have a second Makoto? I am in need of assistance in this investigation and you seem to be.. reliable for the time being.."

Wow Makoto thought. His friend asked him for help and called him useful somehow in the most rudest way, only Byakuya could hold. He brushed his rudeness aside, it wouldn't have been the first time so why should it matter. "Oh.. do you need my help with something?" He asks, tilting his head, curious about his inquiry.

"Since the last investigation, I've taken notice of your knowledge in paving the way to lead to Syakya's murderer.. feel free to embarace in my specialty.." he says with an arrogant smile plastered in his face. "Please meet me in the Archive in the Library on the second floor. Time is limited on my hands."

Makoto looked at him with a surprised yet offended face. He second that last thought he just had. Was this really the best he could honestly do? Yeah he's rich and all but there hasn't been an instance where he couldn't boast about for his own ego. In all honesty, Makoto probably needed Byakuya more than Byakuya needed him. He already would appreciate the company, but he was always admittedly forceful about the whole thing.

Makoto walked up the stairs to the second floor. He made his way to the double doors and pushes them open. He looked around the dark and moody room and saw the tall blonde. "Oh hey.. why couldn't we walk together?" Makoto asks looking up at him. An audible chuckle was heard from the heir. "You're so small Makoto.. how short are you?" He asks. The boys eyelids drop halfway, he couldn't argue he was right, every time he needed to talk to him he had to directly look up at him, it was almost a workout talking to the man, as if it wasn't already a whole chore to begin with.

"I'm only 5'3.." he says looking down at his hands, playing with his fingers. Even though he was always annoyed with Byakuya's heartless antics, this was till better than having to investigate the lifeless corpse of his friend. "Only? Hmph.. you humor me Makoto," he snickers, "I suppose this is why I can tolerate your existence.." He was met with another look from his smaller classmate.

"Thanks.. Byakuya.." he says gritting his teeth and a face that could only be described as about to throw a table with a cinnamon roll cute face. Maybe that was why the blonde wasn't at all intimidated by him. That or Byakuya just liked to see his face every time he took a shot at him.

"Now then.. let us proceed in the Archive, I believe there will be useful information that could be useful to this case." He says opening the door and waking in before Makoto. The brunette follows in and was greeted with a dusty and even more moodier room than the library.

"Woah! There's so many more books here," Makoto announces surprised, ".. are those files over there?" He asks pointing to the box containing folders with special stamps and reflective material embedded on each folder.

"Go ahead and take a look around.. there's a lot of interesting stuff in here.. most of this room is dedicated to classified documents and important articles not meant for the general public," Byakuya informs the smaller boy whole looking around at some other files at his side of the room, "I would exercise some caution if I were a peasant.. this is a quick way to make some enemies by simply peeking at those.." Byakuya warns, flipping through some books and skimming through the spines of the books on the shelves.

"W-what?! Really?! But how was Monokuma able to get all these files?! Is he apart of the government?!" Makoto asks in a panic, closing one of the flies he was just about to read. "Heh.. I wondered the same thing.. I suppose whoever is in control of that little bear has some connections.. I have a room like this back at home.. much bigger than this.. well kept too.." he brags, having an audible arrogant smile kept in his voice.

"Huh?! Look I know you're rich and all but I don't think they just hand those out to anyone with some money.." Makoto says, reading through the spines on the books, not exactly sure what he's looking for but simply doing what the heir had commanded him to do.

Another giggle was heard Byakuya once again. "Oh Makoto.. you know nothing of many things.. I should promote you to my personal jester.. I haven't had a laugh quite like this in a while.." Makoto heard a couple of footsteps get louder in his direction. "What are you reading Makoto?" He whispers, hovering over the brunette. "Huh?" He asks and turns around, or he tried to.

The tall blonde wrapped one hand around his waist, holding him tight and the other over his mouth. "Shush now.. you'll make my stomach hurt.." he huffs in Makoto's ear. He then pushes down Makoto to the floor and pins him down with one hand, restricting most of his movement. Makoto heart was beating quickly, panicking and wondering what had caused his Byakuya's whole demeanor to flip. He fiddles with Makoto's zipper and pulls down his pants, bit without a struggle since the brunette started moving his hips up and down, trying to stop the creep from getting into his pants. He palms Makoto, trying to stimulate him to 'prep' him for what's to come next, getting a whimper from poor Makoto.

"Oh Makoto... are you even trying to escape? You're not even screaming.. but don't even think of trying anything either you peasant.." he says in a husky voice, teasing his member under the thin fabric. He trickles his fingers over the stretchy fabric of Makoto's boxers. His erection grows bit by bit, feeling his teasing. Makoto hated this feeling. He felt so violated and wanted out but he didn't know why he was silent, his throat felt like it was being closed off by some force, he might as well be suffocating in place right now.

When he could finally get the stamina to try to move and kick around, Byakuya's hands were already creeping inside his boxers, rubbing at the special member he wanted. And then Makoto's shaft out, it was hard and he was already dripping with his natural lubricant. He then felt the blonde's hand begin to pump him. As much as Makoto wanted out he couldn't help but whimper. He was scared of his so called friend now that he was assaulting him and he believed all those arrogant comments he made about not crossing paths with him, the consequences sounded real to him and not just empty threats now that he was in such a helpless position.

After a few seconds of torture and heaven, Makoto felt soft lips around his tip. He began to whimper more and tears began to fall down his cheeks. Byakuya looked up at the boy and groaned, feeling a little bad, he knew Makoto was Innocent looking on the outside, but he also knew he must've had some sort of other side to him hiding behind that clean demoner. He was quickly taken out of his mental gymnastics when he felt Makoto's body go limp right after just vibrating, resisting to give up until he inevitably did. He continued to sob on place as his dick felt too many stimulating feelings he couldn't process,the soft walls, the warm and wet tight space of his throat, it was too much, so all he could do was just wsir it all out as he sobbed quietly on the floor.

Byakuya appreciated his compliance and submissiveness, he may as well touched himself too just to get him going as well. While he was enjoying himself, licking his length, feeling every last drop of sweat, cum, and even the small veins coursing within, beating quickly, he was getting annoyed of his soft yelping. Yes he did enjoy Makoto's misery a ton, but he just wouldn't shut up. He scooted up, as he did he unzipped his own fly and grind himself onto Makoto's stomach. He leaned his face towards his and began to kiss him to quiet him down. It wasn't that he was being too loud, hell everyone was already investigating in a completely different area. And Makoto's whimpers was no more above a whisper, but man did the blonde really want to feel every bit of him. There, he could feel the faint vibrating whimpers though his soft yet chapped lips.

Makoto's body stiffened at the sudden action, but he soon began to relax in the kiss, seeing as how this was the only intimate form of contact throughout this entire thing. Byakuya went slow and steady for the kiss, not forcful or going too fast or he'd get the opposite effect. Instead of expecting silence, he herd a quiet moan or hum from the boy, he couldn't tell apart but he didn't mind. Makoto didn't exactly kiss back but just let it happen. Tears still slipped through the cracks between his closed eyelids but he could only do so much to calm himself down, he struggled less and his annoying pleads stopped.

A couple of minutes after, Byakuya leaned up away from the kiss, looking down at Makoto only to realize he feel asleep through the kiss. How could he already sleep right after being assaulted to aggressively? The kids was admittedly soft but he also adapted soon, almost too soon. Byakuya was about to get up but a thought came to mind. He leaned down and tugged tightly at Makoto's hair, hearing an audible voice of discomfort. "Dare to tell anyone and I'll make sure your throat gets sore.." he whispers into his ear. He gets up and leaves a sleeping Makoto in the closet, his fly still down and exposed, still hard and wet with precum and full of Byakuya's saliva and dried up tear trails down his face.

#danganronpa #danganronpa smut #non con #makoto naegi #byakuya togami #naegami #danganronpa togami #danganronpa makoto #smut #request

[tsumikiwrites]

UNEXPECTED BLISS

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Smut!, Rough sex, top! Byakuya, begging, mikan cries lol

Note: this ship doesn't exist lol, but I love the idea

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Tsumiki gasped and moaned shamelessly, pinned against wall of the CEO's office. Her body writhed underneath him as his teeth sank into her neck.

"you're quite intriguing, Tsumiki." Togami gives a sly smirk. "I'm sure you can tell me what's been keeping you so occupied." His mouth slides from her neck to her shoulder, and he nips at her flesh playfully as he speaks. His lips are soft, warm, and inviting. His eyes hold amusement in them as she squirms under him. "Why are you so eager to give me what I want?" Togami questions, looking down at her through blonde lashes as he kisses down her collarbone, nibbling on a tender spot there before continuing downwards to the hollow below her breastbone. It is a sensitive spot that only Tsumiki knows about.

She let out a pitiful whimper. “I don't know.” She murmured softly, closing her eyes and letting his lips slide across the top of her breasts, over the curve of her rib cage. “It feels like it’s been ages since I've been touched like this..i- I want you t-to fuck me hard. Show me what your cock feels like!" She moans as he bites on her hipbone, making a noise akin to that of an excited puppy. He chuckles deeply. His smile was smug, yet playful.

"Oh my darling..." Togami breathed, moving his head up and away from her skin. His hand reaches for his pants, tugging them off quickly and tossing it aside somewhere behind them. "My darling...You've no idea just how long I've wanted to do this. To fuck you senseless right here."

The blonde says with fervor as he stares down at her, all traces of sexual innuendo gone from his gaze. Only lust remains as he grins deviously at her once again before he begins to press kisses along her chest, pausing to gently suck on one particularly sensitive spot right above her navel. Tsumiki groans and arches into his touch, arching her hips upward as her hands grip at his shoulders. The pressure on her breasts increases as he continues kissing his way down until finally, his mouth comes in contact with her clit as he sucks her, his tongue flicking against the bundle of nerves repeatedly. His finger slips inside of her easily as he pumps them Slowly,causing Tsumiki's back to arch and her hands to grasp onto his hair more tightly.

Tsumiki lets out a loud moan, the sound muffled by Togami's hot mouth, "I Wanna fuck... Fuck!" She cries loudly. Tears prick at her eyes as she feels herself coming undone under him. She wants him to make love to her...but he doesn't stop. He doesn't even slow down as she begins to cry in earnest, begging him to please stop. "Please Togami! I need you!!!" Her voice cracks. "You're too good, too beautiful to be stopped, to be left unsatisfied!!"

He smirks up at her, stopping his fingers in their rhythm and giving her a wink. She sighs in relief.

He pulls away with a laugh. "I am going to make you scream," he promises her before lining up his cock with her hole. "If only every day were as pleasurable and fulfilling as this." He mutters darkly before slamming inside of her.

She gives him a shaky smile as tears continue to roll down her cheeks, wiping away at them. "Tha-aha~nk you." She says through a broken moan. It is painful being filled this way... but somehow, it also feels amazing and so, so freeing. Her arms come to circle around his broad shoulders, holding tight. A pained whine escapes past her lips as he slams inside of her again, harder. Her head falls back against the wall. It's agonizing, but in a good way.

Togami grunts slightly, thrusting deeper than usual in an effort to reach the deepest point. "Yes...yes... Yes~" She cries, clenching around him, trying to get more of him in. The movement is painful. "Ah...ah! Ah-- AH!" Her eyes flash gold as he slams into her again, harder. He grunts louder, his movements becoming faster and more aggressive. She cries out at another sharp pain, this time hitting the walls of her vagina rather than a specific part of her body. She screams out louder when he starts to move faster, pumping inside of her. She whimpers when he slams deeper, her muscles spasming. "Togami... Please…" She begs him weakly. "Come inside me… please…" He still does not slow down or relent.

In response, he grabs her thighs firmly with his hands, hoisting her body up to situate her knees between his own, and thrusts roughly inside of her, causing her to gasp loudly with each new strike. He thrusts faster and harder now, grunting with satisfaction as her walls tighten and contract around him. She cries out his name over and over, clutching desperately at his arms, unable to help her cries with her nails digging into his skin. He growls angrily against the crook of her neck, his breath ragged as he pounds inside of her. She can feel his balls brush against her rear.

After several minutes of pure bliss, Togami pulls out of her with a roar of exertion. His face is flushed. She feels warm beneath him. Her body trembles. There are still tears rolling down her face. "Good girl~" He purrs, leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

#danganronpa smut #smut #danganronpa #byakuya togami #mikan tsumiki #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #rough kink #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa rarepair week 2023

[wonderhoyimagines]

Listen here EMU since ur getting out the dr fandom I am request for the last time soooooo

Oooooo umm togami with a constantly sleep and creepy s/o smut and fluff please

-a last message mod kotoko 😭💕😔

evil - togami

includes: reader does that thing where you squeeze the shirt while you sleep aaa, togami bottoms but not sub, reader is described as creepy, reader sleeps alot, mean!togami, reader is a bit of a bimbo in the seggs, master kink, togami doesn't let you cum whatsoever

listening: japan crime desu - spotify podcast

i apologize if anything comes off as ooc (out of character) or not understandable, i am a diagnosed autistic and can't understand social things so speech might come off as strange.

your eyes were pretty much pasted shut, you'd also been forced to wear a beddress as it was "better to look at compared to what you wear" . it was black with white lace at the bottom, and it ended at your kneecaps. there was a little bow on it, right at the top, only measuring about half an inch. your soft hand was gripped onto byakuya's shirt, your lips parted slightly as you slept.

“s/o?”

“s/o, wake up. it's three o'clock in the afternoon.”

no reply. you were already awake, but didn't want to open your eyes.

“s/o!”

you finally opened your eyes. they open in a grotesque way, one opening at a different time than the other. your eyes were rolled back into your head, sliding back into place after a two seconds.

“m' sorry.” you grumble, sitting up not so quickly. you stand up, opening the door to the bedroom. feeling a wave of cold hit your face, you quickly close the door. “that was disgusting.” byakuya comments on your way of waking up. you just turn to him, squinting your eyes towards him. you blankly stare at him for about five minutes, making him shudder before standing up, sitting ontop of him. you start unconsciously grinding against him and he's quick to notice. he holds your hips steady, making sure you don't stop. you have a blank expression, although lips parted and eyes shut in pleasure. “please..” you mumble. “please what?” you throw your head back, getting frustrated. “please let me ride you..” he grabs your chin. “to whom?” all you can do is groan. “p-lease let me ride you, m-master..” he puts his hand under your ass, lifting you up so he can pull his breifs down. he sits you back down again as you look at him, lifting yourself up to position yourself. you sit down, your plush walls squeezing him tightly. you moan, not too loudly, not too quickly. you bounce up and down, burying your head into his neck as he holds your hips with one hand, holding your back with the other to give you a bit of emotional support. you could cum already, your walls feel so stretched. he kisses your cheek, giving a smack on your ass, the sting being a bit painful. you go silent for a bit, closing your eyes to admire the wet noises that your pussy makes against him. right before you can cum, he grabs your ass again, lifting you up and away from him cock. he's met with a pathetic groan. he smiles.

evil.

he hugs you, putting a hand on your head. “i'll get a maid to get you dressed again, and maybe i'll let you cum tonight. if you're good.”

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i'm sorry i can barely do fluff with him 😃

it's been so fun with you all. i could've never imagined that i would've met so many kind people online, people who support me, people who help me.

thank you all so much.

- emu

#byakuya smut #byakuya+togami+smut #byakuya togami #literature #mod emu #authors #new blog

[austajunk]

Thinking of Naegami makeup sex, like Byakuya does something to make Makoto upset/mad at him and after a while of letting him cool off, he tries to make it up to him as best as he can.

This requires Byakuya to feel bad and have a conscience though!

I kid. I kid.

I feel like if Byakuya wants to make things up to Makoto, he would probably put himself in an emotionally vulnerable position as a submissive to Makoto because they have they trust in their relationship. (AndbythatByakuyaletsMakototormenthisnipplesuntilhebegstoclimax!)

#danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #makoto naegi #byakuya togami #headcanons #naegami #thanks for the ask! #fufufufu #I just read some bl smut too and god Byakuya is perfect for it

[writer-komaru]

Bratty!Fem!Sub!Reader gets punished~ by Byakuya

🍦Anon!~

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Parties. These were something you knew well, even before you met Mr. Moneybags. (Pfff sorry-) you and your friends would go out clubbing all the time on your days off, sweating on the dance floor, throwing drinks back left and right until you were seeing cuadruple, not just double. This was something that became more of a habit, instead of a hobby. And lucky, no one is more disciplined and aristocratic than Byakuya. He could be the one to help break your habits. But, if you're not careful, it might turn from breaking your habits, to breaking you.

And here you are, at a party to celebrate the anniversary of Byakuya’s becoming CEO of his corporation. It was going perfect at first, starting off as one of Byakuya’s favorite parties he has had to partake in. But… it quickly started to escalate. More like… you quickly started to escalate.

“Come ooon~ please? Just let me have one! I’m not even that drunk yet!”

You begged Byakuya, already beginning to slur your words.

“No, I never wanted you to drink here in the first place.”

The bartender looked at the two of you with a questionable look, but thought nothing of it.

“Aww, pleaaasee?~ you should have some drinks as well, Maybe you’ll loosen up a bit! Hahaha!”

Even though you haven’t had anything to drink, you still acted like you were intoxicated. He groaned, his blood beginning to boil. There is only so much brattiness he can take, and he was slowly getting to his limit. But, all of it toppled over as you asked the bartender for some champagne. He grabbed your chin to force you to look at him.

“And what do you think you are doing?! Do I have to teach you a lesson?”

“Hehehe~ be careful!~ I might enjoy it.”

You smirked at him with a shit eating grin, causing him to snap.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the nearest bathroom, throwing you onto the counter. You yelped as your ass hit the hard material. You were surprised how fast he could go from his normal attitude to enraged and filled with anger. He locked the door and violently pulled down your dress, not even bothering to unzip.

“Ahhh! Hey, that hur- AGK!”

You cried out in pain as he roughly lifted up your legs and smacked your ass, making sure to not touch your pussy.

“Just shut your mouth, you slut. You open it way too much.”

You held your hands over your mouth, biting your lip from the sharp pain. Even though he was trying his best to make this actually feel like a punishment, anything that involves him punishing you made you grow wetter by the second. He looked at your dripping cunt with disgust, his eyes fixed on how your panties dampened just from slapping you.

“Tch… you truly are the most disgusting whore, aren’t you. I guess I’ll have to treat you like one, hm?”

He ripped off your dress, bra, and panties, leaving you absolutely exposed to the chill mess of the air. Just as you thought he would slam his massive cock inside of you, your half-lidded eyes widened as you felt a cool, metallic object enter you instead. Just as you craned my neck up to look at him with confusion, the object started vibrating strong enough to make your pussy red and irritated. You let out a loud, pornographic moan as your body tensed, slamming back into the mirror, luckily not breaking it.

“Only good girls get my cock. Dirty whores like you get nothing but toys. But I bet you like it like this, huh? This small little vibe pushing into you, leaving you to pathetically cry out. Such a slut….”

You couldn’t help the mouths that spilled out of your mouth as it contorted into an masochistic smile, soaking in every push and prod of the vibe on your aching walls. He knew every place to rub against to make you curl your toes, and you absolutely loved it. He leaned over your twitching body to whisper in your ear.

“I bet I can make you cum way fast if I do… this…”

He shoved the vibe deep into you so it would stay put, moving his hands to your stomach to dig his fingers into you. Your back uncontrollably arched as he ticked the life out of you, rapidly moving and tracing his fingers on your vulnerable skin.

And just as he thought, you came as you let out one final moan.

“Just as I thought… “

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