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The killing game was a nightmare. A living nightmare. What made it worse is how little anyone knew about it; one second, they were excited for a new school life, and the next there was a constant air of fear and confusion around the boarded-up school building. It was just a nightmare, one that you weren’t waking up from. You spent most of your time in fear of a surprise murder, anyone could be plotting anything. Despite your classmates being your friends, you couldn’t help but distrust them, in fear of a betrayal.
On this particular day, you’d wandered up to the library in search of something to read, something to kill time. As you opened the large oak doors, they let out a long creak which alerted someone inside. He turned his head from his usual spot and frowned, staring you down as if analysing every feature of your body.
Byakuya Togami, the ultimate affluent progeny. (Ultimate hottie more like). He was pompous, proud, cold, and sarcastic. A red flag walking on two sexily long legs. But you couldn’t help but find him insanely attractive. His ice blue eyes bore into you from behind his specs as you awkwardly gave a little wave.
“Just looking for something to read…” you said with a quaint smile, feeling rather self-conscious with the way he’s staring. In response he simply looked back at his book and crossed one leg over the other.
“Picture books are in the left corner.” He held his book higher to conceal his smirk.
That comment made you furrow your brow, you knew he was trying to spark a reaction, to humiliate you by implying that you’re stupid. You wouldn’t let him get the better of you.
“No thanks. I’m looking for something lengthier.” You wished you hadn’t worded it like that, but it was too late. You quickly looked around, silently cursing the lack of labels that define sections and headed for a corner on the right, a small but promising selection.
As soon as you reached the bookcase you heard a half laugh, half scoff and you turned your head to see Byakuya, still staring, and leaning back in his chair.
“I see what you mean by ‘lengthier’. Do you realise that is the pornographic section?” As he spoke you had pulled a random book off the shelf, and immediately dropped it in surprise. Why on earth did this school library have a pornographic section? This must be Monokuma’s doing…he really is quite the pervert.
You flushed red and stuttered as you bent to retrieve the book. The title read, ‘I was sent to a fantasy world where I am my sexy boss’ slave’. What the hell was this title? It sounded like some perverted manga. Monokuma could’ve at least got some better reads to select from.
That wasn’t important now, as you stood up to return the book you turned to Byakuya’s seat which was suddenly empty. The book that was once in his hands now laid on the desk with a bookmark tucked neatly into it. He was nowhere to be seen, until you heard a *click*.
Spinning on your heel to face the door, you saw him staring back at you, a small key in his hand, which he gently deposited inside his blazer pocket.
“W-What are you doing?? Did you just lock the door?” you felt a wave of fear overtake your body. Since when did the library have a key? What did he want? Was he going to kill you in here? The questions rushed through your head, making you feel dizzy.
“I did.” He simply stated, walking towards you, you backed up against the bookshelf until he had you trapped. “I have a proposal for you.”
With his body so close to yours, you caught the scent of expensive cologne. Where did he get that from? That question wasn’t important. You felt your mouth go dry as you opened it to ask.
“What..proposal…?” your cheeks burned as he stared directly into your eyes. He leaned over towards your ear and whispered slowly.
“You, and I, fucking on that desk over there.”
Your brain short circuited, it was the last thing you expected. You were expecting to be killed or to be pulled into some accomplice agreement, not asked for sex.
You stared up in dead silence as he pulled away to look back at you. After about 10 seconds of you opening and closing your mouth like a fish, he spoke up again.
“I seem to have caught you by surprise. However, I’ve noticed the way you stare at me, it is rather amusing to see you lusting so obliviously. I thought we could come to an agreement and have a sexual relationship.”
You snapped out of your fish impression and blinked at him, shocked you were hearing any of this.
“You want…to have sex with me?”
“Is that so difficult for you to understand? I’m telling you outright.”
“But…why? Why me? Why now? Just…why?”
He sighed heavily and turned away, walking over to the desk where he once sat as he began to explain.
“I may be an intelligent and mature progeny but I’m still a man. A pubescent one. So, I have urges, desires, and fantasies just like anyone else.”
You watched as he slowly tucked in his empty chair and slid his book to the side. You felt your legs start to move on their own as you slowly walked towards him whilst he continued.
“And I deducted that you would be an ideal sexual partner due to your predating attraction to me and your…” he paused, taking a moment to look you up and down. “…tempting demeanour.”
You could barely wrap your head around it. He found you attractive too. He said it in such a roundabout way but that’s what he’s saying, right?
“So, I propose we have a strictly sexual relationship. We can discuss the details now…or wait until after our first…encounter.”
You could barely think. Your blood was rushing to your lower region in giddy anticipation. You wanted him now; you needed him now. You slowly shifted to sit upon the desk, looking up at him.
“Now…” you spoke quietly, your eyes looking up to his lustfully. “Please, I want you now.”
Despite his cool exterior you saw him gulp, maybe he hadn’t expected that you’d agree so easily. His pants felt tight, even tighter than they usually were. He looked away from you and removed his blazer, laying it neatly on the back of the chair before unbuttoning the first top buttons of his crisp shirt.
You followed suit and began unbuttoning your own shirt, you’d reached just past your bra before his hand grabbed your wrist.
“Let’s leave our clothes on for now. There’s only one item I want you to remove.” You felt his other hand upon your thigh, his fingers spreading as they creeped under your skirt towards your underwear.
You understood and lifted your bottom a little as you both gently removed your panties; he couldn’t help but smirk as he noticed the wet patch in the middle of them.
“Seriously? I haven’t even done anything you and your body is practically screaming for me.” He let your panties hang off one leg and made work of his belt next.
As he undid his belt you sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning in towards his lips. But he pulled his head back.
“I didn’t say you could kiss me. This relationship is sexual, remember? Or have you already forgotten.” You blushed bright red at this rejection, but you bit your lip and kept your arms wrapped around him.
“K-kissing can be highly erotic. Especially making out...maybe you didn’t know that because you’ve never kissed anyone before…” Such an accusation was brave, he could’ve taken great offence and left you right there on the desk, but he stayed, brows furrowed.
“I didn’t know you were capable of sass. If kissing is so important to you sexually, I suppose we can.”
He’d finally removed his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, freeing the bulge that stretched out his underwear. He looked nervous, maybe he hadn’t kissed anyone before, but he carried on, wetting his lips as he removed his glasses and placed them neatly to the side. It’s amazing how different people can look without glasses, but it may also be that his cheeks have burned up and there’s a faint anxiety spread across his features.
You slowly leaned towards him, lips slightly parted, your eyes slowly closing. He did the same and finally met you in the middle. His lips melted into yours as you shared a gentle kiss. His eyelids fluttered a little as he leaned in some more, his hands finding your waist and holding you. You could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks, so you decided to take it a step further and slowly open your mouth invitingly. His wet tongue slipped in rather quickly and met with yours, the muscles melting together, causing you to let out a soft mewl into his mouth.
That one little sound flipped a switch in him. He’d gotten a taste and he wanted more. He wanted it so desperately. He pushed onto you some more, one of his hands moving from your waist to slip under your skirt and probe your soaked womanhood. He felt through your folds, spreading the lips apart, he couldn’t help but lightly groan as he poked at your tight entrance, the thought of being inside you made him ooze precum and leave a wet stain upon his underwear.
You gently pulled away from his hungry lips, a string of saliva pulling apart between you. Without any words you gently held his hips and helped remove his member from its prison. Silence was only broken by your mutually heavy breaths as you took in every detail of his throbbing appendage; it was average in length but was girthier than you’d originally anticipated. The tip was a pale shade of pink that matched his lips, glistening with precum. There was only one long vein that travelled up the underside of his shaft from balls to tip, you gently traced the line and he visibly shivered, hissing through his teeth at your painfully feather-light touch.
Your eyes met and you both knew what was next. You leaned back against the desk, picking up your knees and exposing yourself to him, completely submissive. With heavy breaths he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. ‘Monokuma’s Protective Condoms’ the packet read. ‘Always use with consent or die a horrible death’, interesting tagline but it’s good to know Monokuma endorses protected consensual sex, he must have predicted that in a closed off space of highschoolers, something like this was bound to happen.
In any other circumstances, you would’ve been cautious of these condoms, they could be a trap, they could be poisoned. But your head was filled with the thought of becoming one with Byakuya, so these concerns drifted off as an afterthought.
As Byakuya slowly slid on the condom he grunted gently, speaking out through gritted teeth. “Move. I want to bend you over the desk.” You nodded quickly, aching for him. You moved and slowly bent at the hips over the desk. You reached out for something to grab onto, something to rest upon and found his blazer, warm and heavy with that cologne you sensed earlier. You pulled it to your chest and lay upon it, burying your nose in the expensive material and taking a deep breath.
“Don’t you dare ruin it with any fluids. I don’t want filthy commoner spittle on it.”
Excuse me? Filthy commoner? Did he just call you that? He has you bent on the desk with your cunt fully exposed to him, you can even feel the tip of his sheathed cock rubbing through the folds and he calls you a filthy commoner?
“Hey, what the hell? You’re the one doing it with this filthy common-ahhh! ~” Without warning he’d begun to push inside of you, a wide smirk on his face. Your entrance stretched to accommodate him as he pushed his way through, barely giving you a chance to adjust to the feeling.
“You’re the one that’s bent down before someone so vastly superior. You’re lucky that I found this condom…you’re not worthy of being impregnated with Togami seed.” His hips started to buck, torturing you with the slow speed. “My genetics are to be saved for someone more intelligent, someone of higher social standing. I’m sure you understand right, little peasant?”
Your whole chest burned with anger, even with his cock buried deep inside you he still found time to be a pompous asshole. Yet all you could do was moan out and squeeze your walls around him.
“By-Byakuya, plea- “
“That’s Mr Togami to you. Know your place.” He spat at you, his saliva landing in the middle of your back.
It was so infuriating. But so hot at the same time.
“M-Mr Togami…please, go faster!” you buried your face in his jacket to muffle your moans. “Faster… pleaaase!” you practically begged, trying to throw your hips back for more friction.
He stopped, completely pulled out apart from the tip that stayed snugly inside your entrance. His hands grasped your hips in a bruising grip as he watched you squirm beneath him.
After a few seconds he let go of your hips and grabbed a fistful of your hair, lifting you up off the desk and arching your back towards him as he pushed back inside fully. You moaned out, your head being forced back. He had you in his complete control, he pounded into your hole at great speed, holding you up simply by the grip on your hair.
A wet slapping sound filled the room amongst your moans. His member was arched upwards slightly and rubbed along your g-spot, filling you with intoxicating pleasure. He grunted under his breath, but his body was getting hot, his fringe starting to stick to his forehead from sweat.
You gripped the fabric of his blazer for dear life, your scalp starting to sting from the tug on your hair. You felt his free hand stroke across your hips and reach around to your tummy. He spread his hand across your lower tummy and pressed inwards, causing you to moan out louder, saliva beginning to dribble from your open lips.
He grinned to himself. He could feel his dick pounding deep into you through your tummy and it was making him throb inside. He really was quite the narcissist, getting off on the feeling of his own thrusts inside. Although his selfish act was starting to influence you too, your legs started to shake, your moans getting louder. The feeling of his hand pushing into your stomach was causing him to brush against your g-spot even more and was driving you to orgasm.
“Fuck…Mr Togami- I- I’m gonna cum…oh god, oh god!” your voice bounced off the bookshelves around the room, higher pitched and desperate. As you were just on the brink of your orgasm, he suddenly stopped, letting go of your hair and letting your torso thud painfully onto the desk.
You sobbed out as your orgasm died away. The pleasure leaving you and evaporating. Turning your head, you looked up at him to see an evil smirk spread across his lips.
“Oh dear...were you about to cum? What a shame.” He was evil, selfish, and proud, but you wanted him even more.
“Y-you…bastard…” you gritted your teeth, trying to grind against him to resume the movement.
“You’re technically correct on that part.” He started to move again, slowly. “But you don’t get to cum until I do. Togami’s are always winners.”
His hand ran up your back and he wrapped his hand around your neck before you could respond, not crushing your windpipe but pressing at the sides, feeling your racing pulse beneath his fingertips.
“Now behave yourself. Be good for your master.”
He started picking up the pace, gritting his teeth sharply as you tightened around his length. He wouldn’t last much longer like this, but he didn’t want to let it on. He wanted to drag out your denied satisfaction.
His free hand rested upon your hip as he pounded into you. Despite his hand around your neck, he let you lay upon the desk with your ass pressed up against his pubis. You whined, your skin feeling like it was on fire, you were so incredibly sensitive, and you just wanted to cum already, it’s all you could think about.
After a few minutes of this consistent yet fast pace you felt him twitch inside of you. He started to lean further forward, his hand leaving your neck and grasping at your hips. He cursed under his breath, lowering his head further and panting.
“Fuck…fuck...I’m cumming- oh fuck” you’d never heard him swear like this, his language was usually dignified yet harsh, but he rarely resulted to swears.
You tightened around him as much as you could, draining him. He thrusted at a slower pace to ride out his orgasm, his grunts becoming more moan like and getting caught in his throat at times.
He wiped his forehead on his forearm, panting as he slowly pulled out, pulling out the chair and collapsing into it. Just leaving you across the desk like a used cock sleeve.
“H-hey…what about me? You said I could cum after you did!” You pouted as you peeled yourself off the desk, still gripping his blazer in your arms, which had several wet saliva marks across it.
He lay back in the seat, catching his breath, resting his head on one of his hands. He looked spent but his dick was still standing to attention, still stuck in the now full condom.
“I will…if you don’t nag me.” He muttered, trying to compose himself as quickly as possible.
You sat up onto the desk facing him, equally as out of breath. Your clothes were crumpled and sticking to your skin from sweat, strands of hair sticking to your cheeks.
After a minute or so of silence only broken by laboured breaths, he stood up again, slowly pumping himself to make it fully hard again.
You went to bend back over the desk, but he caught your arm, unexpectedly lifting you into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. He was a tall man, but he was rather lean, he didn’t look like he had the strength to do this, but he was carrying you with ease. He brought you to the nearest bookcase against the wall and pushed you up against it.
You looked down at him, the feeling of his arms firmly around you was unusual, but so comforting. Maybe he wasn’t a complete ass, maybe he had some tenderness deep within.
“You better cum quickly or I’ll just leave you here. I’m not here to waste so much time pleasuring you in return.”
He’s back, that didn’t take long. The contrast between his secure hold and his ice-cold words was peculiar, but you kinda liked it.
“I will…don’t worry.” You bit your lip as he positioned himself at your entrance again. As he started to slide back inside, he unexpectedly leaned up and met your lips, already forcing his tongue into your mouth to explore. He must’ve warmed up to the kissing.
You moaned into his mouth as he slid all the way inside and began bucking his hips, building up the pace rather quickly. Between the sharp thrusts of his hips and his wet tongue dominating your mouth, you started to feel a knot building back up in your stomach. The angle was perfect, his curved appendage rubbing your g-spot every time he thrusted in.
Your moans into his mouth got louder until you pulled away and leaned your head back against the bookcase, the large wooden furniture shaking gently with the thrusts. As the orgasmic feeling approached, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into your chest, which he obliged to, leaning his forehead just above your breasts.
“Like that…yes! Keep going-!” you moaned out, your thighs trembling against his waist. You arched your back from the bookcase and cried out as you finally felt the feeling wash over you like a giant wave, practically seeing stars as Byakuya kept his thrusts consistent to help you ride it out as he looked up and watch your face twist in pleasure. You’d never felt anything like it before.
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You sat on the library floor, back against the bookcase, a few books had fallen from the shaking and were scattered around your fucked out self. You watched as Byakuya fixed his uniform beside the desk, tucking himself back into his trousers and straightening out his shirt (which had gotten rather crumpled).
He picked up his blazer from the desk and inspected it. He sighed and turned to you with a scowl.
“You’ll get this cleaned for me.” He threw it on top of you and you immediately pulled it off. You did get it dirty with your drool, so it was only fair that you clean it.
Just as you were about to stand, you felt something wet slap upon your face. You crumpled up your face and peeled it off. Byakuya simply stood, smirking down at you, he’d just thrown the used condom onto your face.
“And I’ll trust you can discreetly dispose of that too” he had a hint of cruel amusement in his voice
You rolled your eyes and stood up, wiping your wet face. “Fine. But you need to stop being an ass to me or we won’t do this again.” You sternly warned, looking serious.
He paused for a moment, before sighing. “Fine. I suppose I can indulge you.” He turned on his heel and headed for the library door but stopped with his hand on the knob.
“I’ll see you in the dining hall at dinner.” He simply stated, as if he hadn’t been balls deep in you just 10 minutes ago.
And with that simple statement he left, with a quick glance back, you noticed his cheeks were still dusted pink.