Junko would do unspeakable things to Byakuya if given the chance. Maybe have Makoto watch.
I'll do you one better, champ. Please consider Junko doing horrible and merciless things to Byakuya in front of Makoto and Makoto snaps upon realizing that he's attracted to the torment Byakuya is undergoing. It gets him hot and drenched in that sweet despair juice to watch Byakuya be broken over and over again.
Because let's be honest, Junko wouldn't leave Makoto out of the mind breaking fun, would she?
Alrighty! Heads up! This takes place with the idea of Byakuya being the lone survivor of the Killing Game and forced to live with Junko now forever…with a bit of an Omegaverse arrangement of course. Both are Alphas, but of course Byakuya has to be taken down all the pegs.
There were times when Byakuya Togami was allowed to walk around the barren empty halls of Hope’s Peak Academy on his own. As an Alpha in heat, he became all too aware of every cold draft in the establishment that brushed against his overheated body. He couldn’t ignore the urges inside his head for even a moment, couldn’t stand to be alone with only the former voices of his now deceased “companions” to keep him company.
And her.
There was always Junko Enoshima. She haunted his shadow now that it was only him and her that lived in this empty world. While she was an Alpha herself, she said that she had developed some sort of solution for herself that she didn’t have to go into heat at all. When Byakuya lost one ounce of his vanity and demanded in the throes of his heat for the cure, Junko merely snorted at him. He lied there on his back, his obscene bulge revealed for all the cameras filming to the world to see.
Junko cupped his crotch, her silky, uncalloused fingers tracing his cock suggestively. Byakuya hissed through the need that filled his mind, moving his hips to feel more of her against him. With no one left for him, he wanted—he desperately craved Junko Enoshima of all people.
“Please…” His perfect, blue eyes watered. His mouth was dry. His voice came out in shallow rasps. “I need…”
“Togami, you’re leaking on the floor. That’s pretty gross, you know?” Junko smirked, rolling over in her chair to offer him the smallest glance.
“I need.” Byakuya reaffirmed, a low whine in his throat.
Junko understood, but she shook her head at him unzipping and letting his cock jut out. That salty precum oozed from his tip. She bit her bottom lip and sighed. It was all too tempting to use his body to please herself, but he would get what he wanted too. It was all too predictable.
But Byakuya wouldn’t concede. He rose on his hind legs and spread her thighs on the desk chair. Her glorious scent tantalized his nostrils as he knelt his head in between her legs. Before he knew it, Byakuya was tugging her panties to the side and lapping like a hungry mutt at her swollen clit.
“Oh…that’s a new low!” Junko stifled a giggle, letting her fingers wander through Byakuya’s hair. “Togami…you’re…huff…so eager now…”
Byakuya tried to ignore her laughter and her taunts, but her voices drowned his mind and submerged his pride. He once had all the money in the world and he could no longer simply afford to be vain. Perhaps that was the most humiliating part of all.
“That’s it, Togami…ah…” Junko moaned, leaning back in her chair as Byakuya continued to run his tongue through her folds.
Byakuya closed her eyes. It was coming out. At the base of his cock, his knot formed. It was engorged and red, pulsing with the need to be planted inside of her.
Her. His owner.
Junko Enoshima owned him now and he realized it.
Byakuya buried his head between the pigtailed blonde’s legs and continued sucking and nibbling her clit.
“It’s funny, you know? You’re the most unremarkable man I’ve ever met and yet, you had the most unfounded confidence and ego,” Junko remarked, nudging the heel of her boot against Byakuya’s knot.
Byakuya pulled back and gasped. The white hot liquid inside of him pooled to his groin, driving him insane. He whined in front of the cameras all around him, but the room was a random swirl in his mind. He wanted to mate. He needed to mate with Junko.
“Well, alrighty! Don’t tie yourself into too much of a knot, Togami!” She gave his head a little pat and stood up, lifting her short skirt. She shoved him onto his back where he curled with his limbs up in the air like a begging dog. His cock stood in attention, twitching towards Junko, craving to be buried in her heat.
Junko swung over him, straddling his waist and using her soft hands to guide his cock to her wet entrance. “I like you so much more like this, you know?” She added to him in a devilish whisper that made the hair on the back of Byakuya’s neck stand on end. “How much more can I make you fall? How many more things will you do to submit to me?”
The answer was taken from Byakuya’s throat as Junko lowered her hips over him. His cock pierced her entrance and immediately Byakuya felt the jolt of pure pleasure and relief travel through him before it ebbed into more need. Why did he need her so bad? It hurt more than anything. He was a slave. Her bitch on the floor to be used.
Byakuya Togami had nothing left.
He growled and stuffed himself inside of her tight, warm walls. Inch by inch, he sank further into those blissful depths until his knot crammed at the slit of her pussy. Her heat dripped down the swollen ball, making him wail and slam again to shove himself inside.
“Huff..so impatient…” Junko groaned, taking on that particular analytical tone of hers.
Byakuya didn’t want to listen to her. He shoved that knot against her barrier, gyrating his hips with renewed gusto until that pained, slow grunt left Junko’s lips. It took several thrusts, but eventually, his fat knot slipped inside Junko’s pussy and plugged her to the base. The string of swears and moans left his lips as his hands rested on Junko’s hips. Junko mewled and lifted her head up toward the ceiling, savoring the way his thick girth had spread her wide open.
“Fuck,” she hissed. “You actually filled me pretty well…maybe you will interest me…ngh…” She bucked and placed her hands lovingly around his throat. “For just a bit longer…”
The air slipped from Byakuya’s lungs as her grip tightened. The closer to losing himself inside of his master, his Alpha, the closer he was to slipping away into darkness. He stayed hard as a spike with her depths, pounding merciless despite every breath taking him lower and lower.
Until finally, he could no longer help himself.
Junko released his throat as soon as that thick pulse ran through her body. A deep moan parted from her lips followed by a squeal. Her walls contracted and she faltered around him, washing him over with her ecstasy. The warmth took him instantly. He wanted to buck and scream and cry out, but Junko’s hand caught his throat once again, this time with less pressure. Still, Byakuya understood the warning.
He had to come. There was nothing he wanted more. His knot swelled and throbbed inside of her. The pressure inside of him climbed to the very last tip of a crescendo—
And…nothing.
“Well, that was fun,” said Junko, with a pleasurable stretch. She gripped his chest and with some strength, she felt his aching knot slip from her entrance with a loud and sloppy “pop!”.
“No-!” Byakuya’s voice was high as it spilled into a plea. “I need—!”
“Not without my permission,” said Junko in delight. She let her skirt slide back down her waist and shoved her boot into Byakuya’s side. Byakuya cried out and rolled over, his eyes unable to blink the tears away.
On camera. For the world to see what had become of him. His thick knot continued to dribble globs of leaky cum on the floor underneath Junko’s boot heel.
“Careful, Togami. Anything you get on the school carpet, you’ll be licking clean later…”
Please can I see your take on Enogami? I think they could make each other worse in the horniest way possible.
Goddamn, anon.
If you’re talking to me about Byakuya and Junko and all the corrupting, humiliating, controlling sex they have as they turn into worse, diabolical people, then you’ve sold me.
That’s just delicious. I haven’t thought of them before but I’m thinking of it now. :3
Please imagine a thing where Junko makes Byakuya the only survivor of the killing game and just continues to degrade and torment him. In return, she allows him more freedoms and lets him build up his prideful rage to get her back. And they just continue in this merciless cycle.
