meet. marry. leave. go back. // danganronpa au

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//a/n: NSFW chapter

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she called it being "mentally fucked". everyone calls it, "unstable".

so, they made up a system; each day she didn't break out and go on a rampage, they could order takeout. since he can't refuse his wife, they ordered takeout.

and, courtesy of kayama, a bottle of wine.

she had planned to drink the whole thing, but she had to share with togami.

just in case, she ordered two.

"thanks!" she yelled to the deliverer.

she set down the bag and bottles.

"i'm going to pop these, you want a glass?" she asked togami.

"sure," he answered.

she poured a glass for him about halfway, and then hers almost to the top.

"don't get too wasted," he said wearily.

"what? you trying to say i get drunk easily?"

"well, you don't, but-"

"exactly. i don't. so don't worry about me for tonight."

"i always worry about you though."

"i know, but tonight is just a night to let it all out. you don't have anything to do tomorrow, amiright?"

"no, i don't. give me that bottle."

"sweet. here you go."

(a few glasses later...)

"you're hot. let's make out," she said, slightly slurring the words.

"okayy.."

their lips touched each other and their tongues clashed. he grabbed into her neck as her chest touched his, and she dug her nails into his back.

their hottest, drunkest make out yet.

it lasted probably 5 minutes.

she decided to put on music to make the area.. spicier? hotter?

no one knows.

"shït, why do you still have your blazer on? and those sleeves? they'd look a lot better rolled up."

"sstop trying to seduce me.. it won't workk.."

at this rate, every word was being slurred.

and at this point? shit, it was just bottle time.

"let's get fucked.."

"noo.."

"nah, i know what consent is. even when i'm wasted, i know what's up sexually."

"aree you trying toconvin..ce me to have sex with you?"

"no."

"well then go fuck yourself. literally. not in a rude way."

"nahhh, i want some raw experience. no dick, just fingers."

"do you.. want me to try?"

"hell yeah i do!"

"okay.. i guess, i've neeverr reallly donee this before."

(mid segsy time skip because i don't feel like writing all of this at fucking midnight.)

another make out session, but without holding. he was more, on top of her, with only one free hand, that was pinning her hands together. she took small breaths in between kisses and cursed. a lot.

"fuck," she said seductively. "damnit.. see if you can get your mouth in there."

"what in the actual hell?"

"i said, get your mouth in there."

"ookay."

goddamnit, they tried. he was good, for him not really doing it before.

and then, they fell asleep.

(next morning)

"where the hell are your shorts!?"

"wait.."

"what?"

"i think we fucked last night."

"i didn't whip out the dick, so really, i guess i fucked you with a hand."

"language."