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 πππ
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.
βs/o, wake up. it's three o'clock in the afternoon.β
no reply. you were already awake, but didn't want to open your eyes.
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.
βm' sorry.β 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. βthat was disgusting.β 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. βplease..β you mumble. βplease what?β you throw your head back, getting frustrated. βplease let me ride you..β he grabs your chin. βto whom?β all you can do is groan. βp-lease let me ride you, m-master..β 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.
he hugs you, putting a hand on your head. βi'll get a maid to get you dressed again, and maybe i'll let you cum tonight. if you're good.β
i'm sorry i can barely do fluff with him π
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.
