i choose you everytime

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.”

You’re definitely coming to his next ball.

before you could even grasp where you landed, a familiar feeling grasped your hand.

the soft, warm feeling of sugawara koshi, the man of your dreams.

“sweetheart—” he calls out to you gently, you open your eyes, startled, but he gently calms you down. “wait no it's okay—its me..”

you sigh in relief, you stare at his face for a few seconds. it's still blurry, you wonder when will you able to see his face in entirety.

he stands up, reaching out his hand for you to get up.

“you're a bit late this time.” he says. “ah- im sorry.. but im glad i get to see you now.”

“i am too,” he replies “maybe you'll stay long enough that ill remember your name.”

“ah it's (name).. by the way.. i wonder how many times ive told you that.” you chuckle.

“come on, let's explore before you wake up." he reaches his hand out, you take it and your fingers interlock. for the first time you see a hint of pink on his blurred out cheeks.

you explore the dreamscape together. he leads you to a pond, although when you try to feed the fish, they open their mouths and show their sharp teeth.

this scares you enough to the point that you cling onto sugawara, seeking warmth and protection in his temporary embrace.

“haha- no it's okay.. they won't hurt you.” you notice a pendant hanging around his neck.

“hey.. can i see this, it looks pretty.” you ask. “well of course.” he says leaning closer for you to see the pendant, although a bit too close. “uh.. o-okay then”

a hint of red surfaces on your cheeks. he chuckles softly.

"oh wow.. a purple pendant.. my favorite color." you say. “wait, you remembered didn't you?”

you once mentioned you loved the color purple because it reminded you of lavender and you loved the elegance and beauty of the color.

“of course i did.” he tells you “now that reminds me, i have a gift for you.”

it was an amethyst necklace. you stared in awe at the item, wondering how it was so beautiful, i mean yeah it's a dream after all.

staring at it made you remember he isn't real. none of this is real. so while your here, escaping the horrors of the real world, you thought,

“maybe i should savour this.”

so, slowly, you lean in, cupping his cheek gently, and you kiss him deeply.

he kisses you back, holding your waist, embracing you. his touch has never felt so real.

you pull away and press your forehead against his, and you mumble.

“oh sugawara.. i wish you were real.”

and just like that, he evaporates out of thin air. your heart thumps, you didn't want him to leave like that, so quick, so early.

"s-sugawara?-"

suddenly the field of flowers around you glitches.

you blink and you open your eyes to find yourself in the woods at night. sweat trickled down your forehead as you tried to navigate through the area

"s-sugawara?! where are you!-"

and then suddenly, you're back, in the real world. you wake up in a cold sweat, but you notice there's something gently tugging around your neck.

the amethyst necklace he gave you.

there was also a note on your nightstand, it read:

“im sorry sweetheart, they're always watching.

ill see you next time.

love,

sugawara”