Danganronpa One Shots

|> Ryoma Hoshi x Female!Reader <|> NSFW <|

[Requested]

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     You and Ryoma spent almost all of your time together, as would be expected from two people who knew each other so well. You'd been friends practically all of your lives, and while the two of you had only recently gotten together as an item and became exclusive, it was as if you had been together forever, as if you'd been made from the start, as cliché as it sounded.

    "Oh, really?" You grinned and raised an eyebrow at Ryoma, who huffed a soft sigh in response.

    "Yes, really," He replied. The two of you were a little tipsy, and Ryoma had just admitted that he had liked you for far longer than he had ever let on.

      "Then did you ever have any strange dreams about me?" You grinned with a booze-induced blush tinted on your cheeks. You wouldn't normally be this bold with Ryoma, however you were under the influence of liquid confidence, so there wasn't much you weren't willing to ask at this point. You wanted answers, and with just enough alcohol in your system, you were prepared to ask for them.

      "If you're on about wet dreams, then yeah," He grunted and took a swig from the tumbler of dark coloured alcohol. His glass had been refilled a fair few times, and as you guessed from his answer, he was feeling particularly bold, too. 

     "Is that all I get to know?" You giggled softly with a small grin, leaning forwards on your elbows, resting on your bed. Your parents were out for the night, so you invited Ryoma around(though your parents had no idea) with the intentions of trying every drink you had saved in your secret selection of alcohol you had managed to keep hidden from your parents.

      "You wanna know?" Ryoma raised an eyebrow and watched as your swirled your (alcohol) around the glass, taking a swig of it for yourself, watching him closely.

     "Well, duh," You grinned happily, considerably warmed by the alcohol pumping through your blood stream.

     "It would be easier if I just showed you," Ryoma said, his voice deep and gruff as per usual, and he reached out to take the glass from your hand, casually slipping it from your grip and placing it on your bedside table along with his own drink.

      His other hand simultaneously reached out and took hold of you by the jaw with a firm grip, pulling your face down until your noses were brushing together ever so gently, and his breath ghosted over your lip tantalisingly, your eyes easily slipping closed as you awaited the sensual caress of his lips on yours.

      It came quick enough, and with a fiery passion you had not expected. His lips were demanding against yours, and since your breath had so easily been taken away, it seemed like it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep up with the intensity of his pace. It became deep and intimate, the taste of the alcohol you had been drinking blending with the mild whiskey lingering on his tongue.

    At the same time, you felt his other hand tracing down the length of your neck before brushing across your shoulder and curling two fingers around the strap of the lilac dress you had worn, since you knew he loved the colour on you so much, and the bra strap underneath. He pulled them both away from your skin before releasing, letting them snap back against your skin and you gasped faintly, but didn't bother all that much.

      His hands released your jaw, and both went down to the hem of your dress, easily lifting it up and pulling it over your head, watching as your hair came loose of whatever tie held it back, falling messily around your face, and he dropped your dress onto the floor as he stood back from the bed to drink in the image, soaking it an, a sight far more intoxicating than even the whiskey on his tongue.