Danganronpa One Shots

|> Junko Enoshima x Female!Reader <|> NSFW <|

[Requested][Yuri warning][Spoilers for THH]

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     The killing game had not been anywhere near as hard on you as it had for your other classmates. Of course, some settled right in, exactly as you had predicted. But most were on the verge of being hysterical. You didn't care. You knew what was happening. You knew that you were safe.

      Some would call you insane, others would hail you a saviour, but you didn't care about what either of those people said about you. You were the only one hailing your saviour, and her name was Junko Enoshima.

      Neither she nor you could explain why she had taken such a shine to you. Normally, her loved ones would all die and fall off, for the sake of her own despair, but something about you had made the queen of despair think twice. And, after much deliberation about your fate, Junko Enoshima decided that despair would be far less fun if she had to experience it alone, and that having a companion to drag through hell with her would be far more entertaining. And that companion ended up being you.

       You had agreed to go into the killing game with her sister, Mukuro. She had no idea what was coming for her, but you and Junko knew. Call it a betrayal if you wanted, but it didn't matter to you. You had Junko, and she had you. Mukuro was another unneeded piece of the puzzle. Just one more person to fill up a slot in the game, even if having you join them made it an uneven number.

      Your room had been chosen for you specifically, as in the back of the closet was a secret passage, leading to the mastermind's control centre - to your beloved Junko.

       "My daaaarling~" She cooed as you emerged from the tunnel, her blue eyes sparkling and innocent, obviously in that persona, for now. "You did so weeeell today~"

      "Thank you~" You smiled softly as your cheeks flushed lightly, closing the door to the passage behind yourself. "I did exactly as you asked,"

    "I know, my dear~" She smirked, beckoning you closer with a wave of her hand, and you earnestly drew closer to where she reclined comfortably in a high-back, leather office chair, positioned in front of a desk. Countless monitors were hooked up to cameras, programs keeping everything running the way it should, and a constant security feed, showing that everyone was in their room, sleeping soundly as expected.

     Junko patted her lap and you quickly dropped yourself to sit on her lap as she requested, and Mukuro gave a quiet scoff at the sight, leaning against one of the desks, the blonde wig in her fist almost tearing with how tightly she was gripping it

      "Hey, pig," Junko sneered to her sister, glancing over her shoulder to look upon her twin. Mukuro perked up considerably, thinking she was needed. "Get outta here, you're stinkin' the place up!"

       After a wave of Junko's hand, Mukuro scowled but picked up the bow and hair clip she'd laid on the desk, before disappearing through a door, leading somewhere deeper in the HQ.

     "Nooooow~ Does my good girl need a reward?~" Junko grinned at you wickedly and you felt your cheeks slowly flushing red, the heat creeping up your neck into your cheeks, and as Junko's pointed red nails trailed along your jaw sensually, your pressed your thighs together, willing away the heat that was gathering there, though you knew this would be in vain. Junko saw it a mile away. "I'll take that as a yes~"

       Junko was unquestionably strong, and she stood, tipping you out of her lap, before she swiped at the top of the desk, knocking off various things, including keyboards, a computer mouse, Monokuma prototypes, and various other nick-knacks she had on her desk.