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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      New_Dangan_Ronpa_V3:_Everyone's_New_Semester_of_Killing
  Relationship:
      Amami_Rantaro/Saihara_Shuichi, Oma_Kokichi/Saihara_Shuichi, Momota_Kaito/
      Oma_Kokichi, K1-B0/Oma_Kokichi, Amami_Rantaro/Oma_Kokichi, Amami_Rantaro/
      K1-B0, Amami_Rantaro/Shinguji_Korekiyo, Saihara_Shuichi/Shinguji
      Korekiyo, Momota_Kaito/Saihara_Shuichi
  Character:
      Amami_Rantaro, Saihara_Shuichi, Oma_Kokichi, Momota_Kaito, K1-B0_(Dangan
      Ronpa), Shinguji_Korekiyo
  Additional Tags:
      Grinding, Handcuffs, More_tags_to_be_added, taking_requests, Frottage,
      Sloppy_Makeouts, Light_Masochism, Spanking, Masochism, Blow_Jobs, Light
      Bondage, Dom/sub, Possessive_Behavior
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-08 Updated: 2018-02-19 Chapters: 4/? Words: 5750
****** High School For Horny Juveniles ******
by Otakumikulovinggamer4life
Summary
     Different NSFW drabbles of various V3 ships, requests are always open
     !! The notes on every chapter will tell you the ship and prompt/
     kinks.
     Chapter 4: Ouma wants to try something different and gives Kiibo a
     blowjob while the taller is tied up!
     (kink: dom/sub, bondage)
Notes
     AmaSai: Grinding
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Lockers *****
As Saihara’s cloudy grey eyes fluttered open, he was greeted by several things.
His back was pressed against something, cold and hard, most likely metal.
Secondly and more importantly, his chest was pressed against someone else's,
their breathing even and quiet.
The detective squinted, eyes having yet to adjust in the dark. Just who exactly
was in this locker with him? The somewhat tall stature, curly green hair and a
telltale piercing glinting in the light was a dead giveaway. The person trapped
in here with him was none other than Amami Rantarou. Just that realization
alone nearly gave the black haired boy a stroke, heart rate kicking up as he
realized that his arms were wrapped around the still sleeping boy's shoulders.
 
Saihara attempted to pull away, noticing that Amami's leg was right between his
eyes and setting his cheeks aflame. However, he didn't have much time for being
flustered once he realized that there was something around his wrists.
Handcuffs, he muttered to himself. Pulling gently, the detective found that
they were directly linked to what appeared to be a collar around Amami's neck.
Saihara took a breath, mind racing. Monokuma had probably trapped them in here
as some part of this ridiculous dating game show, or whatever this was supposed
to be. Of course, the shorter boy had scoffed at the premise of it all and
deemed himself much too awkward to ever be able to get a date with any of the
people here, anyways.
Even so, his heart had betrayed him and fluttered just about any time he saw
Amami. It was a stupid crush in this stupid game. The mysterious boy didn't
seem like much of a flirt, just a genuinely nice guy but Saihara couldn't help
but to get a bit jealous when people like Ouma practically threw themselves at
the pierced boy.
Amami never seemed to notice but something about that seemed...off. From all of
their conversations, Saihara had determined that Amami was a very observant
person and picked up on things others were oblivious to. He was just ignoring
everyone's advances which simultaneously made the detective more hopeful and
fearful.
With all of his thinking, Saihara had stopped paying attention and failed to
see that Amami had finally woken up. On top of that, the detective was staring
at him unknowingly. The taller boy laughed awkwardly, “Uh, Saihara?” He
questioned, effectively snapping the black haired boy out of his thoughts.
Saihara spluttered, “Ah, uh, sorry! I was just thinking, that's all!” His
cheeks were a lovely pink and Amami simply shook his head, a lopsided yet
attractive smirk playing on his lips.
“Thinking? About how to get us out of here, right?” The green haired boy
questioned, emerald eyes flitting around the extremely small and cramped
locker. He rolled his eyes, “This is probably the work of that damn bear. It
definitely is, what a creep!” Amami insulted.
Saihara shifted a bit, becoming extremely aware of the fact that he was sitting
on Amami’s leg, his face became red like a rose in spring. “U-um..!” The
detective started a bit too loudly, wincing at his own volume before lowering
his voice immensely. “C-could you move your leg a little..? It's…” he trailed
off, eyes focusing on anything but Amami's face.
 
Everything was getting to be a bit too much. Saihara's chest pressing against
Amami's wider, warmer one and the way the only thing the detective could smell
was the taller's expensive and husky smelling perfume. It was an intoxicating
scent, really. Amami, on the other hand, seemed completely unphased and simply
nodded.
Amami attempted to stand straight up but hit his head against the top of the
locker, he hissed in pain. Saihara panicked, “Oh my gosh, are you okay?! I'm so
sorry-” He was shushed and clamped his mouth shut, a laugh erupting from the
taller.
“Sorry but I can't really move.” His voice seemed genuinely apologetic so
Saihara simply bit his lip, turning his head to the side. This was so
embarrassing he could die! The detective couldn't help but to sigh, regretting
it instantly as when he inhaled, his lungs were only filled with that husky
scent again. It sent sparks under the dark haired boy's skin, fogging up his
mind in just the slightest.
Saihara leaned into Amami's chest even more, finding it very uncomfortable that
he can't rest his arms, practically forced to claw at the taller's shoulders.
Unfortunately for Saihara, his pierced counterpart shifted with a quiet mumble
of an apology. His leg was probably cramping from being forced to bend like
that.
Though, that sent a pleasurable shiver up the detective’s spine, hands
instinctively clutching at the fabric of Amami's shirt. This caught the green
haired boy's attention, “Saihara? Are you okay?” He was so genuinely worried
that it made Saihara feel guilty but he couldn't help it.
He was admittedly a horny teenager and a virgin, at that. Saihara was...really
sensitive, too. He knew that from...god, his cheeks were on fire. One of
Amami's arms slowly lowered, hand resting on on the detective's waist.
Now, the green haired boy wasn't dumb. No, he was quite intelligent. Amami was
able to pick up on the smallest things in other's behavior. Though, anyone
would notice such obvious signs. Amami's leg was right between Saihara's and
every time he shifted slightly, the black haired boy buried his face into the
pierced boy's chest.
After a while of shifting, slightly on purpose, Amami noticed Saihara's bulge
and he decided to tease Saihara by simply moving his knee enough to give the
detective's erection a decent rub. Saihara moaned rather loudly as it was
unexpected, then he dug his face into Amami's chest, trying to hide.
 
Saihara's face felt hot as he stuttered, “I-I'm sorry..! Th-that was weird, I
just-your leg!” The black haired boy sounded desperate and frantic, tripping
over his words. The detective buried his face in Amami's chest.
Said boy just laughed a bit, “It's okay, don't worry! You're a guy, these
things happen, not judging!” He would totally put his hands up in mock
surrender if he could but alas. Saihara simply nodded, going quiet. Amami
lowered his head, hot breath ghosting over the shell of Saihara's ear and not
missing the way the latter shivered because of it.
Saihara felt like he was going to go crazy, whimpering at Amami's breath on his
neck and shivering terribly. Feeling like he was on the brink of tears, took in
a sharp breath before placing both hands on the wall behind Amami the best he
could.
“What are you..?” Amami questioned softly, looking down at Saihara with a
raised eyebrow. He got no response as the detective was inwardly panicking,
everything screaming at him to find a way out of this before he made a fool of
himself.
The shorter stood on his tiptoes the best he could, peering out of the locker
to see which room they were in. It seems like the classroom he first woke up
in, alongside Kaede. Saihara looked around a bit more, eyes scanning anything
and everything before his foot started to cramp and with a huff, he relaxed his
body.
He stupidly ended up gliding down Amami's leg, mewling at the friction and
hiding his face back into the taller's shirt. He whimpered for a few moment
before steeling himself and trying again. Saihara slowly pulled himself up,
using Amami's shoulders as leverage.
“What are you looking for? I doubt anyone is out there and this locker is
clearly, well, locked.” Amami looked at the detective's face, illuminated by
the light of the classroom. His dark hair was sticking up wildly, face flushed
as his lips were parted slightly. God, Amami wanted to kiss him.
They were just inches from each other's face like this, but the more Saihara
struggled to find some way out of the locker, the more his clothed erection
ground against Amami's leg. Soon enough, Saihara was a whimpering and panting
mess, legs shaking and the pierced boy finally spoke again.
“You should calm down, Saihara, you're only working yourself up more…” He tried
to be as gentle as possible but his response was an immediate snap back.
“I just want to get us out..!” Saihara sounded like he was about to cry and
that definitely didn't sit well with Amami. The detective pressed his face into
the taller's chest for what felt like the umpteenth time, “How are you so calm,
anyways..?” It was a pouty whisper and oddly cute.
Amami said, “Saihara, look at me.” A few tense moments went past and the
detective didn't budge. The taller plead quietly, “Please.” That was enough to
get Saihara to listen, the detective looking up at him through messy bangs and
long eyelashes.
The pierced boy swallowed thickly, “I have a solution to one of our problems.”
He laughed nervously, feeling his heart racing and color flooding his cheeks.
Saihara could probably hear his wildly beating heart, said boy just cocking his
head to the side with an eager expression.
Instead of using words, Amami placed his hand on Saihara's hip and pulled him
forwards, successfully eliciting a loud and long moan from the detective. “Wh-
what are you doing..?!” Saihara squeaked, nails digging into the taller boy's
shoulders.
“Uh, well, I figured that you can't really think straight when you're
so...yeah.” Amami's eyes were glued to the ceiling as he awkwardly spoke, “So,
if we just take care of this problem, then you'll be able to figure a way out!
Because you won't be distracted anymore, you know?” He hoped to God that
sounded like a good enough and that he didn't seem like a total creepy pervert
right now.
Saihara whined, “But...that's embarrassing…” His quiet panting filled the
locker for a few moments, “And...that's gross, I'm just...sorry…” Amami shook
his head, hoping the detective could tell.
“It's fine. This will be our secret, yeah?” He was trying his best to be kind
and reassuring in this odd situation. “We won't ever talk about this after we
get out. Sound good?” Amami shot the detective a kind smile within their
cramped space. Saihara slowly nodded, barely whispering that Amami could start
but it was heaven to the taller boy's ears. There was a combination of moving
his leg and Saihara every so shyly thrusting against it, the detective moaning
quietly.
“Amami...” Saihara moaned, Amami melted because of it, a shiver ran through
him. The detective was moaning right into his ear, the green haired boy’s
cheeks were red like cherries.
Saihara was losing it already, heat coiling in his stomach. He was grinding
against his crush’s leg, the hottest guy here and didn't know what to do. The
detective was torn between keeping his composure and completely letting go so
he could fully enjoy this as it probably wouldn't happen again.
Amami let his hand go lower, grabbing at Saihara's ass and absolutely relishing
in the squeak the shorter boy makes. Saihara drew in a sharp breath, closing
his eyes and deciding, screw it. He nuzzles directly into Amami's neck, panting
harshly and letting a waterfall of whimpers and mewls leave him.
The pierced boy grinned, a little bit of drool threatening to spill down his
chin. Amami ground his knee against Saihara's crotch harder, “Ahn..!” the
detective's voice was so sugary sweet like syrup, Amami felt like he was
getting drunk off of it. “Ngh, Amami, more.” Saihara moaned in spite of
himself.
“More..?” Amami repeated in disbelief, was he hearing correctly? Did the shyest
boy he's ever met just beg for more? This can't be real.
“Nn, more, faster~...” Saihara began pressing wet kisses against Amami's neck,
not missing the way the tan haired boy tensed up before baring his neck a bit
more. “Ah, Amami, it feels good.” The black haired boy pushed his cock against
the other's thigh even harder.
Saihara pressed even more open mouthed kisses against Amami's neck, whining
desperately. “Amami, Amami…” the detective repeated like a mantra, the taller
boy's name felt so right in his mouth.
Amami's heart felt like it was on fire, he grinned, “You really like moaning my
name, huh?” The green haired boy commented though he can't say he didn't love
it.
The black haired boy pressed his chest against Amami's, feeling like he needed
to be closer and closer, the heat wasn't enough and the contact still left him
wanting more. Saihara wanted to feel every inch of Amami's body but he would
just have to settle for this.
“Are you close?” Amami asked, Saihara desperately clawing at him.
The detective nodded feverishly, moans becoming higher in pitch. “Oh, God,
Rantaro, hurry..!” Saihara whined, “I'm so close, please.” Amami couldn't help
the moan that clawed its way out of his throat, the shorter boy was too good
for his own good.
With one more hard thrust, Saihara came, “Rantaro!” It sounded like a half sob
as the detective slumped against Amami's chest, chest heaving.
With that, the locker played an odd tune before the door popped open and Amami
nearly fell over. Saihara looked around, dazed and confused, his legs barely
able to support him. The pierced boy was holding him up, though.
“S-so...we're out now.” Amami laughed awkwardly, really hoping that Saihara
wasn't paying too much attention to the very obvious bulge in his pants.
Saihara looked up at him, “I'll get Monokuma for this later… As for now, I just
want to do this…” The detective pressed his lips against Amami's, intent on
repaying the other.
***** Saimota; frottage *****
Chapter Summary
     Kaito and Saihara's makeout session gets a little more heated than
     originally planned.
Chapter Notes
     Hey, everyone!! I have a little bit to say... Um, truth be told, I
     didn't expect to get any more than two or three requests so it's
     amazing how many I've gotten. I know I'm not an amazing writer, far
     from it, so I just want to thank you all for entrusting your requests
     to me. However, I am a bit scared of letting you all down... I
     sincerely hope every chapter can please you all, I will do my best!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Saihara and Kaito were, to put it simply, making out. It was hot and heavy,
Kaito's hands roaming all over the detective's lithe body while Saihara's hands
were making an absolute mess of the astronaut's hair. His usually spiky style
was already ruined, hair falling down in front of his eyes until the shorter
boy pushed them back with nimble fingers.
 
They were sat atop Saihara's bed, soft moans and grunts bouncing off of the
walls. The shorter boy's jacket was long ago thrown to the floor, the buttons
on his white shirt being mostly undone. Kaito was in a similar state of
undress, beloved jacket on the floor somewhere and a few buttons popped.
 
“ Kaito …” Saihara moaned, pulling back a bit. Kaito, as usual, was all teeth
and rough as could be with his delicate boyfriend. The purple haired boy
enveloped Saihara in a kiss once more, pressing their bodies together as
closely as they could mold together.
 
His arms wrapped around the black haired boy's waist, not missing the shiver
that ran through the detective when their clothed cocks nestled together. Kaito
bit the other boy's plump lip, groaning lightly when Saihara's hands trailed
down to his neck.
 
The astronaut decided to grope his cute boyfriend's perfect, tight ass and
greatly enjoyed the squeak that followed. “ Ah , Kaito..!” Saihara whimpered,
pulling back and mewling quietly when the taller's lips latched to his pale yet
flushed neck. Kaito wasted no time in leaving several hickeys, biting down.
 
The astronaut pulled back and admired his work, loving how gorgeous Saihara's
neck looked covered in all those hickeys and love bites. It looked positively
sinful and was the definition of arousing. Kaito looked at the shorter boy
through half lidded eyes.
 
“ Shuichi …” Kaito breathed out, “God, you're so cute.” He couldn't help but to
compliment his significant other, choking on his words when the detective
thrust against him.
 
“Kaito, you're so hard…” Saihara commented, a small whine in his voice. The
black haired boy wrapped his arms around Kaito's broad shoulders, moaning
softly under his breath.
 
“Yeah, so are you.” Kaito commented with a lopsided, sexy smirk that made
Saihara's heart squeeze and his cheeks burn. “You're the one who started all
this kissing so you'll take responsibility for it, right~?” He purred out,
voice low.
 
Saihara simply giggled, mischevious and unlike him, “ Maybe~.”  His voice was
playful but not for long.
 
“ Shuuichi .” Kaito growled out, eliciting an excited gasp from Saihara, the
boy unintentionally bucking his hips. The astronaut's voice was such a
ridiculous turn on him, he could never contain himself when Kaito decided to
growl like that nor when he moaned and groaned. The purple haired boy chuckled
at how responsive Saihara was.
 
The detective couldn't take it anymore, his pants were way too tight and the
precum smearing his underwear was getting to be annoying. With slightly shaking
hands, he unzipped his fly and freed his erect cock. Kaito simply raised an
eyebrow at his actions but everything would make sense soon enough.
 
Saihara unzipped the taller boy's fly with ease, wrapping an eager hand around
his cock and relishing in the stifled moan his boyfriend made. With that, Kaito
finally got the drift and wrapped his large, rough palms around their erections
and pumped, free hand threading into Saihara's hair and pulling lightly the way
Kaito knew he liked it.
 
“ Ngh!”  Saihara flinched, instinctively trying to hide his face in
embarrassment. He always made the most embarrassing noises and he could only
imagine what his expressions look like!
 
Kaito whined, “Shuiuchi,  look at me .” His voice was a quiet whisper,
breathless as their cocks frotted together, creating a delightful friction.
Precum was covering the astronaut's hand in a ridiculous fashion, Saihara  had
gotten pretty excited earlier.
 
Saihara whimpered in response, slowly raising his head but focusing on the wall
behind his boyfriend because he was getting way too flustered. This wasn't
anything Kaito hasn't dealt with before, all he had to do was make Saihara get
lost in the pleasure and that was an easy task.
 
Kaito bucked his hips skilfully, their cocks pushing together, still using his
rough palms to his advantage. The detective watched his boyfriend's expression
morph from one of timidity to one of absolute pleasure. Saihara's eyebrows were
drawn up, cheeks a rosy red and his plump, pink lips were trembling and parted
as pants left him.
 
“ Ah, ah, Kaito ..!” The black haired boy moaned, smashing his lips against
Kaito's and muffling his own moans. Saihara whined in the back of his throat,
hips thrusting without any rhythm as his orgasm was approaching. This just felt
way too good, Kaito's cock pressing against his own, the impossible heat of the
taller boy's hand, the prodding tongue in his mouth.
 
The astronaut yanked his head back, rewarded with a loud and long moan. Kaito
moaned right back, “ Mm , your voice is so fuckin’ cute, Shuuichi.” He
complimented before a small whine left him, “ Fuck , are you close?”
 
Saihara nodded feverishly, a mess of moans and whimpers leaving him as his
gripped Kaito's shirt, his forehead pressing against the astronaut's. “S-so
close, just a little more, Kaito..!  Shit …” The detective cursed under his
breath, a rare feat that sent shivers up his boyfriend's spine.
 
Saihara tensed up, crying out as he threw his head back, cum spurting from his
cock and decorated his shirt and obviously Kaito's hand, the purple haired boy
grunted as he pumped a few more times. The detective was trembling from the
over stimulation, “ Mmm, Kaito…”  His voice was weak as the astronaut finally
came as well, his hand digging into Saihara's hips.
 
They both struggled to catch their breath for a few moments before Saihara
planted a soft kiss on his boyfriend's lips, smiling almost innocently up at
him, “Was that taking responsibility?”
 
Kaito simply wipes his hand off the sheets before wrapping both arms around the
detective, falling back onto the bed. “It will be after we cuddle.” He laughed
quietly and Saihara had no objections.
Chapter End Notes
     As always, comments are appreciated!
***** Oumami; spanking *****
Chapter Summary
     Ouma ends up breaking Amami's vase, however the taller has an ideal
     punishment for him.
Chapter Notes
     Fuck, I really had fun writing this?? I hope y'all like it!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“ Really , Kokichi?” Amami's voice was an agitated sigh, his eyes narrowed in
annoyance as he exited his bathroom. His eyes were daggers in the supreme ruler
as they slowly trailed to the shattered vase on his desk. Ouma simply chuckled
nervously but it quickly turned into one with mischievous undertones.
 
“I told you not to touch it!” The green haired boy scolded, “How am I supposed
to clean this up?” Amami put a hand to his forehead, sighing once more as he
walked over the fragments of a dark blue vase. Ouma just grinned at him coyly.
 
“It's just a stupid vase from Monokuma’s ugly store, why do you care so much?”
The dictator twirled his hair around his fingers, crossing his legs. Amami was
certain that he'd be chewing bubblegum if he could, it really just fit his
image right now.
 
“Yes, but I paid good money for it. And even if I didn't, it's the fact that
you didn't listen! You never do!” The pierced boy was high strung, stressed
from a day of fruitless efforts of escape and Ouma was only making things
worse. Usually, Amami was the only one who could keep his cool around the
shorter boy but he was off of his game today.
 
“Nishishi, Amami-chan is such a crybaby!” Ouma relished in the spine chilling
glare that was sent his way, adrenaline rushing through his veins already. One
could say that the supreme ruler was a bit of a masochist, getting off on pain
and excitement washing over him when he was scolded. To see the normally calm
and collected Amami so upset and scolding him, it was such a turn on.
 
“Kokichi, just be quiet before I…” Amami trailed off but voice still carrying
an amazing threat, it only made Ouma shiver. He definitely was thinking with
his dick and not his head when he replied,
 
“Before you what? Spank me?” The dictator’s voice was twisted yet sultry, a low
chuckle leaving him but stifling when Amami turned to look at him, expression
the very definition of being ‘fed up’. Ouma swallowed, half out of fear and
half out of excitement. A shaky exhale leaves him in the tense moments of
silence.
 
Truth be told, Amami had only planned on lecturing Ouma and making him clean up
this mess. However, seeing the supreme ruler looking like he was the king of
the world and laughing like it was all some joke, Amami found himself snapping.
He roughly grabbed Ouma's wrist, enjoying the surprised yelp that came from the
smaller boy.
 
“Fine! You earned it fair and square, after all.” Amami's tone was stern as he
pulled the smaller boy across his lap, Ouma began to panic. His big mouth had
bitten off more than he could chew. Yes, the supreme ruler definitely wouldn't
mind being spanked by Amami but there was no way he would be able to hide his
arousal. His juvenile kink would be blatantly on display.
 
Ouma spluttered out some incoherent sentences that mostly consisted of ‘wait'
and ‘sorry’. “I'm not hearing it, Kokichi.” Amami cut him off, ignoring the
obviously fake teary eyes that were directed at over Ouma's shoulder, with ease
he pulled down the dictator’s pants, gaudy red and yellow underwear being
exposed.
 
Really, his underwear were skin tight and strikingly thin, they wouldn't
provide much protection. Ouma shuddered, breaths already uneven, face flushed
as he stared at the wall of Amami's room. Without the slightest bit of warning,
Amami's hand met his ass, a loud smacking sound filling the room. The purple
haired boy couldn't stifle the gasp that left him.
 
Instinctively, Ouma's hands fisted into the sheets as he bit his lip. Amami
really was pissed off but after the first three smacks, it hit him just how
absolutely ludicrous this entire situation was. However, the pierced boy was a
man of his word and he had to admit that this  was  pretty hot.
 
Smack, smack, smack!  The sound was harsh and erotic, in its own regards.
Ouma's cheeks were flushed dark red, lewd sounds slipping past his plump lips,
erection pressing against Amami's thigh insistently. The taller boy decided not
to comment on it, for the time being, simply venting his previous frustrations
with each smack.
 
His rings would definitely leave a mark, even through the dictator's underwear.
“ Nn …” Ouma quietly moaned and Amami smirked like an all knowing, cheshire
cat.
 
“You're so dirty for getting off on this, Kokichi.” A whisper of his first name
was Amami's only reply. Another hard smack, another moan. “You go about doing
whatever you please and even take pleasure in being scolded… You're the worst.”
The pierced boy's voice was low, more pleased than disgusted.
 
Ouma shivered, burying his face in the covers as his moans increased in volume.
“I'm such a bad,  bad  boy… Ngh,  please,  teach me a lesson, Rantarou.”  The
supreme ruler was utterly pleased with this situation, all the frustration and
hormones he’d been ignoring due to this stupid killing game being released. The
amount of times he couldn't get off was ridiculous and now Ouma was
tantalizingly close.
 
The purple haired boy began bucking his hips, his neck and ears flushed
prettily. He could feel Amami was hard, too but honestly Ouma didn't care, he
was focused on his own pleasure. His clothed cock was thrusting against the
taller boy's sculpted thigh, “ Ah, harder … Spank me harder,  mm!”
 
“You're such a slut, Kokichi.” Amami chuckled, pulling the other boy's
underwear down and noticed that his ass was red but not horribly so. That was
going to change, very soon. The green haired boy smacked him ridiculously hard
and felt his cock twitch at Ouma's loud, muffled cry.
 
“ Fuck yes!”  The supreme ruler whined, his grinding only increasing in vigor.
Amami continued spanking him, pausing when Ouma cried out, “ Rantarou ..!” With
a sob, pushing himself as he pushed into Amami's thigh and himself upwards,
Ouma came with tears falling from his eyes.
 
He was panting, entire body trembling as his hands slowly untwisted from the
sheets. “God,  yes …” He moaned lowly, dampening Amami's pants with ribbons of
cum.
 
His lilac eyes slowly looked over at Amami's face. The green haired boy was
biting his lip, cheeks a dark pink as his eyes were half lidded, filled with
lust. “I'll forget about the whole vase thing if you help me get off, too.”
 
Ouma simply licked his lips, “My Pleasure.”
Chapter End Notes
     Gimme that love, gimme those comments
***** Kiibouma; dom/sub *****
Chapter Summary
     Ouma gives Kiibo a blowjob while the latter's hands are tied!
     *set in my 2nd year au, human kiibo
Chapter Notes
     Uh, hey, everyone! A few things... As of late, my mental health
     hasn't been the best. I've been stressed from school and parents,
     unstable for multiple reasons and even losing friends. I feel very
     crappy, to sum it up. It's hard for me to write at this time that's
     why it's taking me so long to pump these out. I will try to be faster
     though!! But, I won't be doing every request. Even if I said I would
     try. Maybe some time later but I can't handle that right now. I will
     just write the things I am comfortable with and know how to write, I
     hope that is fine with you all... As always, comments are
     appreciated.
     (this is set in my 2nd year au, kiibo is human)
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Kiibo's hands were tied together, also linked to the headboard of Ouma’s bed. A
silky red ribbon was binding them together. The robotics expert was half naked,
shirt having been taken by his mischievous boyfriend a while ago. His pants
were sliding off of his slender hips, revealing his black underwear.
 
He moved his legs out of boredom and anticipation, turning his head to watch
the bathroom door, awaiting Ouma to come out. When Kiibo angled his head, he
felt something cool touch his neck and remembered what was there. It was a
choker Ouma had given to him, the roboticist wore it all the time. It seemed
like a normal choker to most, nobody paid much mind to it. However, if you got
close enough, you could see that the metal plate on the front proudly read, in
a pretty cursive,  property of Ouma Kokichi .
 
Kiibo blushed just thinking about it and finally, the bathroom door opened and
his heart skipped a beat, looking at the wall. The supreme ruler strolled over
to him casually, a smirk on his lips, “Baby boy, you look so perfect all tied
up for me~.” Kiibo didn't respond, cheeks flushing further.
 
Ouma climbed onto the bed, straddling Kiibo's hips, he runs his soft, nimble
hands down the taller boy's chest. Over Kiibo's collarbones, his nipples, his
hips and his thighs. The dictator enjoyed the way the white haired boy's back
arched ever so slightly, twitching lightly under Ouma's skilled touch.
 
Finally, the purple haired boy leaned down and connected their lips. Without
hesitation, Kiibo parted his lips, a quiet mewl escaping him. Ouma's tongue
invaded his mouth, taking complete dominance of the kiss, he began using his
purple, newly done nails to lightly scratch at Kiibo's body. “ Ngh..!”  Kiibo
jerked his knee upwards.
 
The roboticist swore up and down that he wasn't a masochist but Ouma could see
right through his lies and used it to his advantage. Kiibo pulled at his
restraints, wanting so badly to run his hands through Ouma’s hair and whining
in annoyance. The twisting of their tongues was getting tighter and breaths
becoming quicker, drool running down Kiibo's chin. The supreme ruler bit down
on the other boy's lip, relishing in the long drawn out moan that he was
rewarded with.
 
Ouma let his hands rest at the white haired boy's hips, gripping tight enough
to bruise. “Th- that hurts …” Kiibo whimpered between their kissing, back
arching once more, “ Ah…”  The supreme ruler simply hummed in acknowledgement,
not missing how hard the roboticist had gotten from just a little pain.
 
After just a few more moments, Ouma broke the kiss and pulled back, a string of
saliva connecting them. The white haired boy was staring up at him through
thick white eyelashes, eyes filled with lust and his cheeks were flushed, lips
bruised from the intense kissing. He was trying to catch his breath as he
moaned quietly, “ Master …”
 
Ouma smirked like a cheshire cat, finally getting what he wanted. All it took
was a bit of kissing to get Kiibo to stop being so worried and just give into
the pleasure. The dictator's eyes landed on the choker he had so happily given
Kiibo, feelings of possession and desire burning fervently within him. He
leaned down and began pressing chaste kisses to the pale boy's beck, dancing
around the black accessory.
 
He grazed Kiibo's neck with his sharp teeth, a shudder racking through the
taller. Ouma pulled the choker down slightly, pressing a wet kiss to the side
of the white haired boy's neck before finally being satisfied. The dictator
lifted himself from the other boy's hips, removing Kiibo's pants and underwear
without a word.
 
The supreme leader grabbed Kiibo's legs, hooking them over his shoulders and
smiling up at the other boy. Kiibo just blinked down innocently, throwing his
head back with a strikingly loud moan when Ouma bit into the tender flesh of
his thighs. “D-don't..!” Kiibo whined, trying but failing to close his legs.
 
His thighs were always so sensitive and Ouma knew that, “What's wrong, baby
boy? You always turn into such a mess when your thighs are involved~.” His
voice was light and airy before he latched onto more skin, suckling at it
gently and grazing it with his sharp teeth.
 
A ridiculously obvious tremble raking through the white haired boy's body, he
twisted his arms in a desperate attempt to get away from the overwhelming
sensation. “Master,  ahn ! F- feels good..! ” Kiibo cried out, ocean blue eyes
rolling into the back of his head, hips bucking incessantly. His cock was
bobbing up and down with his movements, flushed a pretty red with precum
beeding at the tip.
 
Ouma bit down particularly hard, feeling blood on his tongue and tasting
copper. Kiibo’s cock twitched as his bound hands grasped at air, eyes
fluttering shut as he bit his lip and barely subdued a low moan. The purple
haired boy lapped at the mark, pulling away from those quaking thighs.
 
He’d left so many hickeys and love bites on both of Kiibo's thighs, it brought
a delightful smile to his features as the taller was a writhing, moaning,
panting mess.
 
Kiibo was trembling, head turned to the side as loud moans and mewls left his
plump lips. “ Master, please …” The white haired boy begged, heels digging into
Ouma's shoulder blades as he arched his back once more, pulling at the ribbon
but to no avail.
 
“Don't rush me, I'll leave you here needy, if I feel like it.” The purple
haired boy said, voice threatening and eliciting a whine from the other.  Ouma
chuckled darkly as he gently wrapped a hand around Kiibo's cock, not missing
the way the roboticist hissed at the contact.
 
There was already a ridiculous amount of precum running down his erect cock, a
sharp gasp from Kiibo. He was so turned on he felt like he was going crazy! He
just wanted Ouma to touch him, he just wanted to touch Ouma. To feel the
shorter's soft and perfect body, to nearly worship the boy who had complete
control and complete ownership of him.
 
Kiibo moaned quietly, Ouma truly did own him and was free to do  whatever  he
pleased. Ouma's hands were nimble and soft and  perfect , feeling so wonderful
around his shaft that Kiibo couldn't help but to buck up into the touch. “ Ngh
, M-Master~...” his voice was low and drawn out, different from usual. Ouma
couldn't say he didn't like it.
 
Ouma pressed a kiss to the side of Kiibo's twitching dick before wrapping his
lips around it, taking the taller boy all the way in with ease. The roboticist
balled his hands into fists, nails threatening to break skin as he struggled
against his urge to face fuck Ouma, taking deep breaths. Ouma simply chuckled
around his erect member.
 
Ouma was a pro at this, without a doubt, hollowing his cheeks and sucking as he
stared up at the other. Kiibo yelped, eyes squeezing shut as the more adorable
whimpers and squeaks left his mouth. Without hesitation, the supreme ruler
began bobbing up and down with expertise, skilfully wrapping his tongue around
the other boy as he did so.
 
Now this had Kiibo’s toes curling, back arching deliciously high from the
mattress, hands pulling at his restraints for dear life. “ Master ..!  Ah , too
f-f-fast!” But, Ouma didn't slow down, in fact, he upped his speed and
enthusiasm. All sorts of lewd noises were bouncing off of the walls, the purple
haired boy moaning around Kiibo's cock as he ground his own erection against
the bed.
 
“ Hah ~, I'm so close..!” Kiibo warned and Ouma simply hummed, placing both his
hands on the pale boy's thighs and dragging his nails down the soft skin. “K-
Kokichi !” Kiibo was seeing stars, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he
threw his head back, coming hard into Ouma's mouth.
 
The purple haired boy was unphased, swallowing the seed in his mouth before
leaning up and admiring the way Kiibo was struggling to catch his breath. When
the white haired boy finally looked at him with a blissed out expression, Ouma
simply giggled, “ Nishishi , don't give up so soon!”
 
His voice was sultry and low, “After all, you still have to get me off too, ya
know?”
Chapter End Notes
     I hope this was satisfactory as it was actually fun to write and made
     me feel a bit better while writing it. Thanks for reading, lovelies.
     It's also very late so I will fix any errors in the morning!
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