oneshot | byakuya togami x journalist!f!reader | wc: 2.5k | a/n: i wanted this to be longer but nothings coming out of my brain.. also im baaaack!
cw! : smut. mostly praise with the tiniest bit of degrade! there's a plot though(???) byakuya is kinda ooc.
The luminary of exposing the rich. The most feared journalist in Tokyo. It's not your physical strength they're afraid of—its the things you write. The scum and the corrupt can laugh all they want, but not for long—because before they know it their names are plastered on every newspaper and news outlet in Tokyo. You’re not exactly innocent yourself. There were multiple times that you had to break the law to expose the corrupt; loopholes, you told yourself.
You’re no stranger to the ways of the Togami Family. Children compete to live up to the name of Togami, and only one becomes the affluent progeny of the clan. Exposing this family could be your big break, but of course—you need to work for it, this time, much harder.
Not only that, but you had an intimate encounter with none other than Byakuya Togami, the heir of the Togami Family. A screw up, you might say. It was “necessary” for one of your exposé missions, although—you can't say your curiosity about how he is in bed didn't contribute. You know you could’ve probably become an heir to the infamous Togami Family—but you’d rather kill yourself than be associated with that family in that way.
You’ve been eyeing the Togami Family for years, and now that they’ve announced they’re hosting a masquerade ball, you can't help but wonder what kind of information you could get out of it.
Not long after you learn about the ball, you start getting ready for it. You research about important guests who will show up at the party. You practice your mannerisms, and you think of conversations that help the topic point to where you want it to go.
When the day arrives, you’ve already found a fitting outfit and mask that will hide the unique features of your face, just in case anyone recognizes you—-that's highly unlikely though.
Right?
When you enter the ballroom, you can already feel the masquerade of emotions and wealth present. The smell of designer perfumes clouds your head. It sickens you how these people can enjoy such lavish lives and face no consequence or repercussion—that’s before you expose them, of course.
It was pretty easy to make conversation, but as the night grew on you were growing sick of listening to these tone-deaf people whine. You were about to zone out, but you noticed throughout the night, Byakuya was getting closer. You weren’t sure if he noticed you but you couldn’t risk it. You brought an extra outfit if something like this were to happen, although as you exited the extravagant bathroom, you walked right past him.
You brushed shoulders. You weren’t sure if he noticed you, but you noticed your heart was thumping—way louder than it should’ve been. It was unusual of you. You’ve been on so many missions, but why now—on one of your most important missions, do you feel like a blushing schoolgirl?
On the bright side, extracting information wasn’t that hard. Some of the most wealthy people unravel with a sip of a margarita.
You take a seat at the bar, hoping to attract some people who could be of good use to you. “Ah, I’ll have a Vesper Martini,” you ask the bartender. You shouldn’t get drunk on this mission, but who could say—when finally someone notices you, Byakuya Togami, the heir to one of the most prestigious, filthy rich, corrupt families in Japan takes a seat next to you.
“Well, if it isn’t [name] [l/n]. Never thought I'd see you again.” He says. “What are you doing at this ball—this is no place for dirty journalists.” He says with a hint of anger.
“Respectfully, you’re the last person who can be talking about dirty things—the Togami Family isn’t so clean either.”
You could tell he took great offense to that. “Tch, I can tell you that the Togami lineage is filled with successful, wealthy and intelligent specimens. The Togami family has the power to change the future of Japan.” Arrogant, as always—who wouldn’t be if they were that filthy rich.
“Well—” Before you could even begin to retort, he interrupts, and asks you, “Listen, what do you want from me.”
“Ha, bold of you to assume that you're my focus this time.” You roll your eyes
“Then tell me what’s your goal here. Because if you can’t find what you need in me then I just know you’re gonna interrogate everyone at this ball.”
“Already did that, Togami.” You teased him.
“Listen, I know you—I am very aware of your ‘power’ and what you could do with the information you could find at this ball, which by the way—you have no business sticking your nose into. You could destroy everyone’s reputation, especially mine. So [name], please just leave before I call security and have you escorted from the premises.”
Although he was speaking quietly, you could hear the bite in his words—fortunately, you’re tougher than that.
“First of all Togami, I’m a journalist—everything is my business. Second of all, you can’t call security on me, and I’ll tell you why. Doing so could either cause a scandal, due to our ‘popularity’, or option two—you simply can’t.”
Even though the second option didn’t say anything, Byakuya knew exactly what you meant.
The tension in between you two was getting unbearable—but none of you could pull away.
“You underestimate me, [name]” He said, but with no real bite in his words—you could hear some kind of softness in his words—one you’ve only heard once. It doesn't bother you much, but it stays in your head for the rest of the night.
The time comes where people start dancing, which makes it harder for you to do your job—but you thought of an idea to fix that, it was risky, but based on past missions, it worked.
This time, it was different—someone approached you instead. You were just about to ask someone to dance when a tall, put-together man with an intoxicating amount of cologne approaches you.
“Hello. I’m [insert name] [insert l/n]” You got startled a bit. “Ah, I’m sorry, did I scare you?”
“Haha, no, I just got a bit startled.” You were a bit intimidated—you didn’t do much research on this person and his family because you figured it would be rendered useless in the plan.
“Well, I’ll cut to the chase. Would you like to dance?” He reaches his hand out to you—it’s almost tempting.
“Uh..” You consider it. “Sure, why not?”
As the music plays in the background, the band seems to intensify the instruments along with Byakuya’s glare at the two of you. Every movement of his hand on your body, every step you make—it makes his blood boil. He knows you’re not taking the man seriously, and he knows he has no right to be feeling like this, but how could he not?
Across the room stands a man he knows will manipulate her, and the woman who haunted him with her scent since their first encounter, as they participate in a dance which is too intimate for Byakuya's liking.
You’re too tempting for your own good, and it’s infuriating.
As the music dies, you and that man split apart. Some part of you wonders what his intentions were with that dance, because you know with these people—it is never good.
Before you could sit down to order another drink, a hand pulls you aside and drags you to an office.
“You’re coming with me.” Byakuya demands, and you know there’s no use fighting it anymore.
“What’s your damage?” He asks, with a hint of anger in his voice. “Ah- I’m sorry?” You ask
“You’re the one who dragged me into this office.” You cross your arms. “Tch, you know what you’re doing.” He scoffs.
“Oh really, then what am I doing Byakuya—what am I doing that’s bothering you so much? I’m just trying to enjoy my night.” You both knew that wasn’t true. “Quit lying to me [l/n]. If you’re going to keep pretending this is just about your stupid news reports and expośe missions, you’re wasting both of our time.”
“Tch, how self-centered could you be to think I’m here because of you?” You say, you’re almost yelling at this point.
“Because I know you [l/n], you could’ve gone to any other ball—and yet you chose to go to mine. Out of all the galas and parties happening you chose to put yourself in an awkward position and go to this ball.”
You stood there, with no retort, because you knew—deep in your heart, that he was right.
He did know you, and maybe you did go here because he was hosting—but you can’t live with that fact, you always told yourself you’d never want to be associated with these people, and yet—centimeters across you stands Byakuya Togami, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny.
“Look, sure—we had that ‘thing’ back in January, but I thought someone as influential and arrogant as you could just forget about that. Listen, I’m just trying to do my job—no matter if I come to your party or someone else’s, my intentions are always clear.”
You knew you were lying, to yourself, and to Byakuya.
He takes a deep breath in, like he’s trying to say something he’s not prepared for.
“You should’ve known to stop coming back to me if you wanted things to be forgotten; I wouldn’t forget it if I had the chance to anyway.”
He says it like he regretted his sentence halfway through.
“What?” You asked him so you could hear it again, not because you couldn’t understand him. “Forget it. The point is, [l/n], if this were only about your investigation, you would’ve left already.”
You retort, “You’re not as subtle as you think, Byakuya—not tonight.” The tension intensifies, more than it already was.
“You knew exactly whose attention you were trying to get.” He said, smirking. He steps closer. “You’re acting like I’m gonna stop you if you keep moving closer.”
And with that, everything crumbles. Within a minute, you pin him against the wall, your limbs are tangled together and your lips crash into his. His slender hand gently cradles the back of your head.
“Wai—” He tries to pull away, but it’s too late for that, and so he leans in again and kisses you harder.
“You were watching me all night, don’t pretend you weren’t waiting for this.”
Meanwhile, in the ballroom, people start to wonder where Byakuya is—thankfully, they’re too wasted and careless to give a damn.
“Can we go somewhere m—” Before you could finish your sentence, he drags you to his bedroom in such urgency, it’s flattering.
“Kinda impatient aren’t y—” Interrupted once again, his lips meet yours, slow, but deep. You inhale his scent, and you just crumble—there’s no turning back now.
You kiss until you reach the bed and lay down on it. On top of you, he covers your body in kisses as he strips away your clothes revealing your skin in its entirety. “Beautiful.” He says softly, almost too soft. He reaches for your lace panties and pulls them to the side, revealing your slick clit. He smirks because he now knows how wet you get for him. He takes his glasses off and throws them aside on the bed. He positions his head in between your thighs, and looks up at you, seeking entry.
“G-go ahead.” You mutter, already undone by his touch. “Mm.” He acknowledges it, but he wants something more from you, and you know exactly what. He wants you to beg.
“Are you kidd—” You groan in frustration and desire. You realize there’s no other way. “Ah.. ugh.. P-please..?” You ask.
“That wasn’t so hard, hm?” He teases, and finally, leans in. At first, his tongue just teases the folds and the entrance of your clit, but he can't torture his future heiress any longer.
He submerges his tongue into your clit, sucking and licking like he’s savouring a meal.
“A-ah- yeah- like that please?-” You moan, and it’s like music to his ear. Your sweet moans just fuel him, and he goes deeper, and faster,
“Nggh—mm- yes- aah.. Mmm.. deeeeperr..”
He pulls away, a single string of spit connecting the two of you. “Careful journalist, you might get carried away.”
“Sh-shut–” He shuts you up with another kiss. He pulls away “Your turn now.”
You make a trail of kisses on his body, starting from his lips, to his neck, chest, abdomen, and all the way down to his cock.
Up close, you realize.. He’s actually huge. It’s kind of intimidating. “Uh-..” You stammer in nervousness. “Don’t be scared. You’ve been so cocky up until now.” He runs a hand through his hair, it's almost mocking. “You’re unfair.”
You slowly let his member into your mouth, it reaches the back of your throat, and slowly—you start bobbing your head up and down. It hurts, but it hurts so good.
He groans. “Mhm.. Yeah.” He would never admit it, but he let out a few whimpers. You slowly start sucking, even pulling away to pepper a few kisses on his tip. “You goddamn tease.. Ngh—” He thrusts into your mouth. His whimpers only fuel your desire more. “Fuck.. ngh—” You continue sucking until he almost reaches his climax, and you pull away.
“You—” He almost whines. You sit on top of him, your ass grinding against his hard member. “Mmph-.. You tease.” He wraps his arms around your waist as you continue grinding on him, you can feel the precum leaking out of his tip.
“Let me do it already.” He asks, your eyes darken and you smirk at him. “.. Please?” You smile as you lift up your hips and lower yourself onto him, his cock inside you. “Aah—” You moan. “Ngh..” He whimpers. You slowly move your hips up and down, the sound of skin slapping against skin is obscene. He starts thrusting upwards, reaching the right spot.
“Y-yes Byakuya—-right there-” You moan. The way you say his name just pushes him closer to the edge. “You’re getting a bit loud, Journalist—ugh-”
Every thrust, every bounce pushes you closer and closer to your climax. “Y-yes- m-more” With one request, he thrust harder, and faster. You lean in to kiss him, it wasn’t hard, but it was slow, deep, and filled with desire. Your hands trailed from his shoulder to his hand, and you slowly interlock hands.
This only accentuates the intimacy of the moment, and you both know this is no longer just going to be a one night stand. “Byakuya..- I’m close-” You moan. “Come with me, heiress.” Your heart skips a beat.
“R-right there!- I-Im getting close—” You moan. Within a few more thrusts, you both climax, “I-Im coming—!” You yell. “Ngh..[name] Aah..” He whimpers.
Your body falls limp on his. He cradles the back of your neck. “Stay the night.” He says, and you know theres no going around that.
The next day, you’re gone. The space next to him feels cold and empty. He knew this would happen, you two agreed that this would happen—yet there lies a bittersweet feeling in his heart.
It’s quickly erased, because as soon as he opens his phone, he notices an article was released about him. Not about the Togami family, just about Byakuya Togami, and his accomplishments.
He reads the article, slightly flattered—but he thinks nothing of it, although, when he reaches the end of it and reads the credits, he sees
“This article is written and published by [l/n} co.”
ur brave, ill give u that. I also had to do research if kokichi is actually of age, but google says he's 20 years old (But he fails to graduate so he's a senior) so... i'll trust that one.
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I'm gonna be honest, i haven't touched danganronpa in awhile, but something i am for sure is true, is that he's a sadistic little fucker.
(All 3 descriptors being the truth)
Due to his sadistic personality, you talked to him about safe words, and set one up. Contrary to popular belief (if there's any), he actually listens to and memorizes these talks to a fault.
Even if he teases you relentlessly to the point you might cry, makes fun of you while you're struggling to do something, embarrass you infront of people, he does care about you. A lot.
Because let's be real, he is NOT that lovey dovey of a person, especially in public. He's still cruel and a liar, no matter how we look at him.
And you dating him is like a 'go ahead' for him to use you to his entertainment. To the point your friends comment about how your relationship with him seems toxic to them. But he is kinda nice. However you define the word 'nice', that is.
But aside all of that, let's get back on track. Going along the toxic gossip train, he's really into teasing, and pushing you to your limits.
(^) Meaning that he has a thing for places where you two could easily get caught at. Public bathrooms, when everyone is out of class, etc.
Even if you're loud or not, it really depends on his mood if he wants to make sure everyone hears what you're doing and who's doing it to you, or if he forces you to stay quiet, just to watch you struggle because of him.
(^) Watching you struggle fuels his sadism, so he practically watches you with eagle eyes if you catches the slightest hint of you struggling because of something he's doing, or he's ultimately the cause of.
He would do anything just to achieve his twisted desires. But as i said, no matter how 'toxic' he seems and is, he does care for you, so he does ask you about your opinion... in his own 'kokichi' type of way.
(^) By that i mean is him turning into The Riddler and not going to say it straight up, only speaking in riddles and leaving the figuring out part to you OR he'll tell you, but in a way he isn't there. (Ex. A random letter being shoved into your dorm/apartment/house/etc. door, and not knowing who it's from until you recognize the writing and the very bad grammar.)
Okay but in all seriousness, aside from my own toxic version of Kokichi, he's into bondage for sure (both recieving and giving, but ill go further into this later), some parts of BDSM, but not fully. He thinks it's 'Weird and unsanitary. And i definitely wouldn't act like an animal or a child for... sex!' -His words.
I think he would actually be pretty kinky aside the ones he deems 'disgusting' (Ex. Piss kinks, feet fetishes, arousal from weather) but he is very willing to experiment with his lover.
Aside from bondage, he likes sensory depravation. He'll tie your eyes up with whatever cloth he can find that can fit around your head, and have enough leftover to actually tie it around your head.
He absolutely goes wild if you decide to tease him with lingerie. Especially in public. If you have a wild kinky side, he would be more than happy and inclined to explore with you.
Remember when i said that i'll go further into the top/bottom topic? Well, here i am. So thing is, he's a switch, everyone knows that, but he really dosen't bottom without a fight. And by fight i mean a huge fight, he dosen't and wouldn't let you top unless you actually beat him at his mind games or... whatever they are. You never actually knew.
Or when he's tired or just dosen’t have any energy to top but he's horny as all hell and needs immediate release.
But mostly he tops. No questions asked. But if you manage to surprise him with something that throws him off guard and you take the upper-hand... he actually turns into a submissive mess.
Because no matter how tough, toxic and shitty he acts, he's really a big submissive.
He definitely likes to recieve blowjobs from you, and giving you blowjobs/eating you out aswell.
He's a little shit, but a small part of him does want you to be satisfied with him, it reassures him of his abilities to make you feel good and that you need him. (non sexually)
Degrading is something he likes to give, but not recieve. You once degraded him during sex while you were too into it, and he immedieatly got you to stop, and ignored you straight up for a good few hours. If you're lucky.
Worst case scenario you wouldn't hear from him for a few days.... weeks.
But later he'll come back, and that's how you learned that he can do shit, but you cannot do it back. You felt it was unfair, but you did fall in love with his goblin looking ass... so you have no choice but to deal with him.
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I had 0 idea what to do for him and its so obvious... ive kept rambling on and on about him being a damn sadist😭 sorry guys, but i havent been in the fandom nor watched/played the games in YEARS. Im solely going off from desperate memory...
nagito hc cus he makes me sick I love him so much;
his green jacket is a comfort item for him.
he has the money to buy new clothes (and a jacket that doesn’t have holes in it and years worth of damage attached to it) cause he canonically is rich.
HOWEVER!!!
he doesn’t want to buy a new one because while the green jacket is old and worn down, it’s one of the few things he has that he has memories attached to. he’s afraid that if he gets rid of the jacket or it’s fixed- something will happen and he’ll forget the memories. he knows his memory is going and he’s knows he’s dying, so that jacket is one of the few things he clings on to.
along with that…
his green jacket is a shield!! not literally of course-
but it’s like his own personal bubble. he’s safe there, he knows technically it doesn’t do any help with shielding him from his luck but he wants it to- he wants it to so badly that he clings to the jacket for more then just comfort, but security.
i have a small idea where kokichi and kaito are brothers and kokichi gets really upset at the idea that kaito cares more about shuichi then him. like if kokichi and shuichi are dating kaito goes to kokichi and gives him a speech to not mess with or hurt shuichis fellings and kokichi gets petty “shouldn’t you be giving shuichi the talk? since *i’m* your brother, not him.”
BJWJXJWQJ WAITT kokichi gets upset and goes over to shuichis house..
KM: “where are you going ouma?!”
KO: “where do you think? to have really hot gay sex with your ‘sidekick’”
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SS :“kokichi, kaito really cares about you.. he just doesn’t know how to show it.. but he does really love you”
KO: “i hate that you seem to understand him more then me. not to be mean but he’s known you for like, what a year..? i’ve know him all my life and it feels like he cares more about you then me.”
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