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Byakuya liked the library for its quiet and solitude, two things that came shockingly unoften considering he lived in a large boarding school building inhabited by less than a single classful of kids (and slowly dwindling…). In theory, they should all have their own space, outside of their individual rooms, but it seemed the students were attracted to each other like magnets, and accidental run-ins were frequent at Hope’s Peak.
This moderately peeved Byakuya, who was a private person to say the least. He did not like how hard it was to keep secrets around the harrowing halls. Considering an upbringing such as his, there was maybe no one in the world who understood the heft and power of a secret quite like Byakuya Togami.
Knowing someone else's secrets was a divine power trip, a high rivaled only by Class A hard drugs, or pure and filthy sex.
On the other hand, someone else knowing your secrets, being blackmailed, was as good as a death sentence in the world of high class influence and progeny.
Byakuya obviously preferred the former situation to the latter. In a best case scenario, he would not have any secrets in the first place to even potentially be exposed, but life was not usually quite so kind. In his current predicament, Byakuya did have a major secret he hoped to never be exposed, not so much at the danger of extortion or traditional monetary blackmail, but at the danger of his pride, image, and reputation.
His private relations with Touko were a constant mental burden. Even during the rare occasion when the girl had decided to cease her endless torment of existence and finally leave Byakuya alone, he found his thoughts were still plagued by her. Sometimes the thoughts were just about loathing her, or wishing she would go die somewhere/get killed and leave him be. The majority of his thoughts, however, at least as of recently, were more about what positions he'd like to put her, or how to make her go speechless and dumb on his dick again.
Byakuya was not a fan of the majority of his thoughts right now.
Not to mention the random flashbacks and memories that would pop up at any given time of day with little warning. The vivid image of Touko's face and body flush and glistened with sweat would appear to him for no perceivable reason, and all of a sudden Byakuya had to try and hide his hard on like a middle schooler. It was mere hours ago, when he had bumped into that Makoto kid (the one with no talent) in the stairwell and been trapped in an unleavable conversation that he did not start, that Byakuya had caught himself daydreaming about sucking bruises into Touko's thighs. While he tried his best to never really listen to what Makoto was saying, and always be thinking of something more important, this was unacceptable. He did not relish to know what foolish and dimwitted expression was on his face, especially in front of someone as dense as Makoto. How humiliating.
Humiliating further still was that Byakuya had not seemed to learn his lesson, and his traitorous brain was conjuring up similar images of Touko in scandalous states of undress while he was trying to read old textbooks in the library. Byakuya could only pray that no one would walk in on him subtly adjusting the crotch of his ever tightening pants. He wished he had been born an emotionless, hormone-free cyborg, instead of a human that would one day grow up to have disgusting bodily reactions to equally disgusting fantasies about psycho crazy writer girls. The library was meant to be a safe place, where Byakuya could find solace from his nitwit classmates among the books. Books were safe, they could not be annoying, or pestering, or make him hard and consumed with the primal need to fuck.
There was just but one person in his life who could check off all those boxes, oftentimes all at once.
She wasn't here though, it was just Byakuya and his books. The one he was currently perusing was something on biology, cells and evolution and all that. Byakuya was more of a physics man himself (the cold hard truths of simple harmonic motion were just so alluring), but he had wanted to try something new today. Maybe it would shock his brain back to normalcy.
It was working moderately, and everything was going fine until he finished a chapter, flipped the page, and read the title of the next chapter- “Selective and Cross Breeding".
In his horrible teenaged boy brain, the word “breeding” made him think of sex, which made Byakuya think again back to Touko, specifically sex with Touko.
Byakuya mentally berated himself for his mistake, such plebeian word association, but persevered. He read on, trying desperately to ignore how every mention of reproduction and breeding flashed vile images through his head.
Less than two pages in, Byakuya read a line that stated that “Among natural reasons for sexual reproduction, the urge to breed or be bred is largely the strongest contributing factor.” Byakuya snapped the book closed, hastily stood up, and swiftly made to exit the library without bothering to clean up any of his materials. He walked through the strangely lit hallways, hoping with every fibre of his being there would be no iresome human roadblocks between him and his dorm door.
He made every effort to think of absolutely nothing, mind completely clear, so he had plausible deniability to himself. The deniability that Byakuya was not making a beeline towards his room with the sole intent of jacking off to Touko Fukawa. For the third time in two days.
Because of a biology textbook.
Luckily he didn't encountered anyone on the way back to his room. Byakuya promptly slammed the door behind him and marched over to drop down on the edge of his bed. The tent in his pants would have been visible to any stray classmate had they seen him, but he had been spared this absolute humiliation. Byakuya had always believed good luck was a skill, especially when only certain people such as himself seemed to possess it in excess.
With no hesitation, he undid his belt buckle, slid down his zipper, pulled his cock out, and got to work. He wrapped one hand firmly around the base, before slowly dragging up to thumb at the tip, then back down. He worked up to a firm pace, then closed his eyes and finally allowed himself to give into the fantasies.
His mind supplemented image after image, from both his memory and his imagination, of Touko naked and fucked out underneath him. Byakuya shuddered thinking about his hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing tight enough to bruise. She would claw at his wrists, begging for a single breathful of air, but he would hold firm until the very last second before she passed out. He thought about all the different ways he would mark her up, with bruises and bites. She would be totally his, claimed for anyone to see. Her outside flesh would show that he had been there, just as her insides would show how she was forever molded to him. Byakuya fit inside her like no one else ever could, and no one ever would again.
An aggressive wave of possessiveness cut through him, and he began to fuck up into his hand, back bowing and sweat prickling at his hairline. Touko would never get fucked by anyone else ever again. She was his only, his to use and abuse how he wanted, and then when he was done with her, he'd just kill her. No one else would ever touch her, let alone be inside her. Let alone come inside her. Fill her up completely. Stuff her full. Breed her.
Fuck.
Byakuya let out a low groan before spilling all over his hand. He tried to prolong his orgasm, kept up the movements while trying to imagine he was coming inside her cunt, into her womb, but imagination was no substitute for the real thing. In the end, Byakuya really was just pathetically masturbating alone in his room, humping his fist like a dog, no better than some loser virgin.
Byakuya had more experience than probably any other guy at this junk pile of a school. It was nearly unfathomable that any one of them had been in pussy a day in their lives, which automatically made Byakuya the winner in that particular competition.
Yet here he was, alone and pitiful in his room, hand in need of washing. He had to imagine this is what normal people felt like all the time. Byakuya may even feel the slightest sliver of pity for someone like Makoto, quite visibly a virgin, who must feel so completely deplorable every day.
Byakuya stuffed himself back in his pants, left to the bathroom to wash off his mess, then came back and dropped back onto the bed. He all of a sudden felt completely exhausted, most likely courtesy of a lazy post orgasmic haze. Despite the midday hour, what Byakuya wanted most at that moment was to give into that sleepy feeling and take a nap. Byakuya could not recall the last time he even considered giving into such an urge, let alone when his day schedule had been clear enough. It seemed his time at Hope's Peak, however brief, had already done damage to his psyche. He knew better than anyone that diligence and discipline were muscles that, in order to be flexed, needed constant exercise. Exercise he was sorely lacking in.
Sloth was a rotten sin. But then again, so was lust.
Byakuya laid sluggish on his bed and drifted in and out of consciousness for a long while, trying desperately to reel in any stray thoughts. Unfortunately, he still found himself unable to drive Touko from his mind, and his sexual frustrations had only seemed to grow. The dry slide of his hand had been a temporary appeasement to his much greater desire for sex, but he had the sinking feeling that real relief could only come from the real thing.
Because Byakuya refused to give into the real thing. Not for the second this week, he wouldn't, especially seeing as it was only Tuesday (or Wednesday? …maybe. None of the students could quite tell what day it was considering how they all blended together, but Byakuya was pretty sure he had it right).
The proximity didn't help the temptation, either. The dorms were no more than a couple steps from door to door, which made Byakuya's late night lonely masturbation sessions that much more miserable knowing he was just a couple walls away from the very object of his unwilling fantasies. And she wouldn't ever deny him, especially if he asked. Not just because it was him, although that did help his cause. It was mostly because that girl had a sex drive higher than anyone Byakuya had ever met, a closeted freak in more ways than just the murdery sense. It seemed the only person that could possibly be hornier than a sexually repressed teenage boy was a sexually repressed teenage girl.
Really, as long as he was stealthy enough to not get caught by his classmates, there was nothing stopping him from going over at any point to have actual sex with an actual girl. To fuck into a warm and wet hole. To get to come inside someone clenching around him, milking him like she truly wanted to get knocked up.
Byakuya glanced down to see the tent formed in his pants. He cupped his crotch and ground his teeth.
Byakuya made a knee jerk decision.
He found himself ringing the doorbell of a certain particular room, not waiting for an answer, then surreptitiously slipping inside. Byakuya had insider knowledge that Touko left her room unlocked more often than not (like a total braindead idiot, which he thought checked out), but if it had been locked, he would have immediately turned around back to his room, lest he run the risk of getting caught at her door.
He shut the door quietly, and immediately recognized the sound of the shower running in the en suite bathroom. After looking around for a minute, he also gathered that it seemed Touko had turned in early and planned to stay in her room for the night based on the personal items scattered around. A slow smile spread onto his face.
Byakuya locked the door behind him.
He practiced incredible self restraint and walked past the half ajar bathroom door, before settling on her bed against the headboard. Since he was going to wait patiently for Touko to be finished, he resigned to quietly sit still and observe his surroundings. Her room was not incredibly messy, but there weren't a whole lot of possessions the students had to make a mess with anyways. Her bed was not made, the pillows staged askew and the sheets rumpled and thrown back.
Byakuya did not spend a lot of time in Touko's room, he realized. Usually, when they were doing their…thing, they would be in his room. While he didn't so much like to have his personal space invaded, he did like having the proverbial upper hand in their interactions with a 'home field advantage'. This brought up another certain thought that had been plaguing Byakuya recently- he was likening himself more and more to a wild animal than a rational, civil human being. Just one more thing to add to his list of evidence that he was not himself anymore and instead a beast ruled only by desire and instinct was that he liked to have and control his own territory. Like a dog or something.
Byakuya visibly grimaced at that.
There was also the very evident fact that he apparently had some sort of newly discovered and completely disgusting breeding kink. What an animalistic thing to find sexually stimulating. There was zero logic to it, either. It's not like he had some sort of weirdo fetish for pregnancy or pregnant women or something like that (Byakuya might actually go ahead and off himself if that were the case). Especially for Touko. On the list of things he never wanted to do in his life, having kids with Touko Fukawa ranked just under peeling off his own skin with a rusty serrated knife.
(In the very back corner of Byakuya's mind, the most intrusive of thoughts whispered the image of Touko, visibly pregnant with his child, totally physically claimed by him…yeah, it was definitely time to bash his brains out, this was getting out of hand.)
He was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of water cutting off and a shower curtain sliding open. Byakuya took a deep breath, then slid his glasses off to be placed on the nightstand. With what he was planning to do tonight, they would only get in the way.
A moment later, Touko walked out of the bathroom oblivious, and froze on the spot at the sight of Byakuya Togami, reclined on her bed, looking completely at home and in control in her space. Like she was the intruder. His expression held an air of indifference, like he could be there for any reason and had all the time in world, when they both knew there was approximately one reason for him to be there (and only he knew, but he was so desperate for her that he needed to touch her body in the next minute or he would go insane).
Frozen to the spot as she was, Byakuya was provided with a perfect opportunity to oggle Touko's body head to toe. She was exposed and completely vulnerable in only a short white towel wrapped around under her arms. It was tight enough to push together her tiny and budding breasts into miniscule cleavage, exactly what Byakuya liked. The bottom of the towel graced the middle of her thighs, barely hiding a number of bruises and bitemarks he knew were there. Droplets of water still clung to her skin, and her legs looked just as skinny and snappable as ever. Moving back up, her collar bones were stuck out and defined in the overhead light, and pale skin contrasted beautifully with thick, dark hair hanging down her back (dry hair, presumably kept in a bun during the shower). Up to her face, Touko had her glasses on, slightly fogged up with steam, and underneath were eyes wide with surprise. The red in her cheeks could have arguably been from the hot shower, but just as much from being caught so by surprise.
“Good evening, Mrs. Fukawa,” Byakuya called over suavely. “Any plans for tonight?”
“Uh- I, um,” she stuttered through, “No. Wh-What are you doing here?”
“Why don't you come over here and maybe I'll tell you.”
Like an android under his control, Touko walked straight over to the bed and planted herself in front of him. She stood stiff and nervous, fidgeting with her hands. Closer up, she could see more clearly the strain in his pants, and her already huge eyes widened just a bit more. She stared down into his lap, not making eye contact.
She sucked in a breath and bravely declared, “I've wanted to have s- uh, sex really badly, but I haven't touched- um…”
Byakuya's eyebrows jumped up in shock, but he schooled his expression immediately. He did not expect her to be so bold in her language, immediately breaking the little game of false innocence he thought they had been playing.
He leered up and down her body again. “Touched what, Touko, hmm? Yourself?”
She nodded her head shyly, fists clenching.
“And why's that?”
She exhaled a shaky breath, and squeezed her eyes shut, too embarrassed at her next words to even be looking at him.
"Because all I want is you inside me and nothing else.”
Byakuya's hands started to shake a little bit, his whole body going hot. He all of a sudden grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to down be straddling his lap. Touko let out an awkward squawk of shock, then grasped onto his shoulders to steady herself. The towel was coming undone, looser, and Byakuya could see up to the tops of her thighs where they parted on top of him.
“Freak,” he sneered, then dove in to kiss her.
She gasped into his mouth at first, but opened up and reciprocated after a second. Like every time they made out, it was immediately messy and debauched. He prodded into her mouth with his tongue and slightly bit into her lips. Byakuya grasped her firmly, palming up and down her torso to her hips, slightly slipping behind to grasp at her (bony) ass. The only thing separating his hands from naked skin was the towel that was rapidly dropping, revealing Touko’s ribbed chest, and just the very tops of her boobs. She let out a tiny moan into the kiss, and moved her hands from gripping at his shoulders to being slung over them.
Clearly, she was getting comfortable. Byakuya did not want that.
He yanked her down to fully sit on his lap, throwing her off balance. Touko’s clipped yelp set something hot curling in his gut. If his arousal had not already peaked the second he walked into Touko’s room, that would have done it. Also aiding in the tightness in his pants was the knowledge that she was sitting on him with absolutely zero panties on, her core pressed right against the fabric of his pants.
He continued to kiss her, just as sloppy as ever, and subtly started working her back and forth against his thighs from the grip he had on her waist. He slowly worked up the movement, jostling his leg a couple of times, until Touko finally started to grind on her own. She moved her hips desperately, and Byakuya was sure there would be a wet stain on his pants if he were to look.
She ground down hard, rubbing herself with vigor, trying to get off. Touko broke off the kiss to take shuddering breaths through her parted mouth, and buried her face into his neck. She wouldn’t stop rocking her hips back and forth, even as her upper body leaned motionless against him. Byakuya reached behind her and groped two handfuls of her ass, then brought one hand towards her front. He slipped under the towel and searched for just a second (his ego told him it was a very short second) before the pads of his fingers landed directly on her clit. He rubbed his fingertips in a circular motion, pressing down.
Touko clenched her thighs and loudly whined.
“Fuck… O-oh fuck, I’m-”
She gave no more warning before arching her spine at a critical angle, and biting into Byakuya's shoulder through his shirt. He mentally scratched out a tally mark, before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head off his shoulder.
“How's about we try and get a couple more of those from you, yeah?” He asked.
Touko, flushed down to her chest, opened her mouth to say something, but the words froze in her throat as she scrunched up her nose. She whipped her head to the side and let out a kitten sneeze.
When she faced him again, her eyes had an indescribable glean to them, and a smile was tugging at her lips, fighting to come out.
“I think that'll be up to you,” Genocide Jill replied, clearly pleased with the turn of events. It was common for Touko's homicidal alter ego to make an appearance during sex, and she even tended to have a high libido between the two. Byakuya was mildly pleased with the switch himself. As much as he loved to turn normal Touko into an embarrassed squealing mess, there was nothing like fucking a girl who was a complete freak, in more ways than one in this case.
Byakuya had idly wondered to himself more than once about if anyone else had ever gotten to experience Touko in the way he has. He couldn't tell if she was a virgin before coming to Hope’s Peak, but it certainly hadn't seemed like she was the first time he'd slept with her. He definitely hadn't popped her cherry or anything, but he was pretty sure girls didn't necessarily have to have sex for that to happen. Touko also hadn't acted all nervous and inexperienced like a virgin at all (a grand total of one girl had lost her virginity to Byakuya Togami, but he considered himself knowledgeable enough to tell anyways).
Byakuya had never asked Touko if she had been a virgin before because he really didn't want to hear the answer if it was a “no”. Wanting to be the one to have taken her virginity wasn't necessarily a loss-of-innocence thing like it was a lot of other guys- especially because there wasn't really any innocence to speak of, given Touko had murdered numerous people in her life thus far. What he wanted so badly to have been the only guy to ever be inside her, for her cunt to be completely molded to him, and him only.
Outwardly, Byakuya curled his lip at Jill's subtle jab. He tore her towel out of her grasp and off onto the floor. He pushed Touko off him to land flat on the bed, and her eyes went wide in momentary surprise, before her expression morphed into a grin again and she giggled lightly.
The sound grated on Byakuya's ears, annoying him, and he remembered exactly why he was here, and how badly he needed to be inside something, anything (her, only her) in the next possible second. No more foreplay and teasing. He clasped one hand over her mouth for silence, and began to undo his belt and zipper with the other.
“Just shut up,” He hissed.
He slid his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out, fully hard, and the tip an angry red at having been ignored for so long. He rubbed it up and down her slit multiple times, pre smearing and mixing with the wetness that had already secreted out of her. Byakuya slipped the head in a couple of times, just to feel the squeeze, before taking it back out to rub Touko's clit.
Her hips jerked up every time he passed over, and she was no doubt still sensitive from coming only moments before. Byakuya smirked.
He pushed his entire length inside in one go, slapped at her clit with his palm none too gently, then began thrusting hard and fast, exactly the way he thought of fucking her in all those times she plagued his imagination. Touko squealed, muffled through his hand, likely in an even mix of sheer delight and overstimulated pain.
He uncovered her mouth to grab her thin, spindly thighs, and pushed them up against her chest, as far as her flexibility would allow. Her hands clawed at the bedspread, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth (as was to be expected). Touko's knees framed her pert, tiny tits, and if Byakuya was a lesser man the sight alone would make him come on the spot.
(A mating press the back of his mind murmured. He very willfully ignored it.)
The angle knocked the tip of his cock against her g-spot over and over again, so that with every thrust, her hot, wet cunt squeezed just that much tighter. He just pounded her harder, fucked her into the mattress, like his own little sex doll. “Fuuucckk… fuck that's good,” She panted, clenching her hands into fists.
Byakuya had been raking his eyes over her entire naked body, trying to absorb every inch of such an erotic sight. Her spread open legs, showing where they were connected. His cock pistoned in and out of her like a machine, now shiny and coated with her juices. Her whole cunt was a throbbing reddish pink. If only he had a camera- if Byakuya had a picture of Touko's messy, wet pussy just as it was then, being fucked within an inch of its life, he would never need any other jerk off material for as long as he lived.
He let his gaze ravish her, and his eyes wandered up towards her torso, to… to where…
His mouth went dry, and his blood coursed hot all over his body. He watched the skin stretched over Touko's hip bones to her ribs, as his cock poked and prodded out. He was fucking her so deep, he could see it in her stomach, in her guts. He was prodding at her uterus. She was completely full of him.
He thought of one other way she could be completely full of him, deep in her womb and stomach.
Oh, hell no.
Byakuya grit his teeth. That type of thinking had to be cut off at the root. If he stared at her like this any longer, Byakuya might actually lose his mind and do or say something he would really regret. He pulled out just for a second, then flipped her over onto her stomach, face in the blanket, ass up in the air.
“You- Shit! You're lucky I like it rough!” Touko openly cackled, but slowly turned back into a moaning mess as he slid back in and picked the pace up right where he had left it off.
Realistically, Byakuya could not accidentally get her pregnant. Because the mastermind was no doubt completely perverted, all the girls at Hope's Peak had access to both birth control and morning after pills. There would be no “accidents”, not if anyone could help it. The rational part of Byakuya's brain was entirely aware of this (and aware of how extremely undesirable an “accident” would be).
The non-rational, animalistic part of Byakuya's brain was demanding to breed the fertile young cunt he was buried to the hilt in.
That part was to be forcibly ignored. Byakuya clenched his teeth and gripped Touko's hip with bruising strength. The slap of skin on skin echoed lewdly around the room, plus the wet squelch every time he thrust in. Touko's punched out moans could be heard lightly, and she took it upon herself to bury her face into the bedspread, biting down on the fabric. Her nails scratched and clawed, scrambling for something to hold onto. Byakuya grabbed both her wrists and twisted her arms behind her back, holding them still with one hand. The other slid down the arched curve of her back until he grasped her scalp, pushing and holding her face down.
Touko wailed. Her walls began to flutter around him, clenching impossibly tighter. Her legs began to shake, exhausted from holding her up and body desperately overstimulated. Her back arched at an even more intense angle, before Touko came for the second time that night, squeezing and milking Byakuya's dick for all it was worth.
He knew he was close too, the hot twist in his gut growing larger and larger. Touko's orgasm ceased, but he continued to pound into her, not letting up for even a second, not giving a break to her poor, abused pussy.
Her arms jerked in his hand, and her whole body shuddered and heaved as Touko was again pushed into overstimulation, this time even stronger. He could hear her squeals from where they were muffled from into the blanket.
Byakuya felt himself on the very fringe of orgasm, just about to come and finally fill up her hot, ripe hole with his seed. But no- he was still waiting for one more thing, and he damn sure was gonna get it.
Using all the strength he could muster, Byakuya slowed his thrusts to a stop, and completely stilled his movement. His pelvis was pushed flush against her ass. He panted hotly, the discomfort of edging his orgasm spreading all through his body. Touko seemed to sigh in relief, and turned her head to the side, breathing in mouthfuls of cold air, cheeks flushed high in color.
“Jesus, you sure can give a girl a good time! You damn near fucked me half to death! Ha ha!”
If only, he thought.
Touko giggled derangedly at her own joke for a couple of seconds, before inhaling sharply. Her whole body froze up, before she sneezed nearly inaudibly.
Jill must have decided she was done. She'd gotten what she'd come out for, then left before it was time to clean up the mess. A true Utilitarian.
Too bad Byakuya wasn't done.
Normal Touko looked completely strung out, unable to verbalize a single thing, about to collapse down. Byakuya held her up by the hips, supporting all her weight, before sneaking a hand underneath her. Without warning, he began to rub her clit, fast and hard, and gave quick, small little thrusts deep inside her, brushing her g-spot with the head of his cock.
Touko convulsed and shrieked, trying to pry her arms from his hand, but his grip was iron. He increased the speed at which he was flicking her clit, and rubbed his tip even harder against the opening of her cervix.
“S-stop! No! No, I can't..! I can't-!” Touko's pleas fell on deaf ears. Byakuya kept up his ministrations, even as her tears of overstimulation brimmed in her eyes, until-
Touko moaned high pitched and drawn out like a pornstar, and clear liquid began to leak out from her cunt. The bed underneath where they were connected started to dampen as Touko sprayed her release uncontrollably around his cock. Byakuya stared down at the dripping mess, enraptured, before throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. His mouth hung open, feeling the warm wetness flowing out of her and her twitching, constricting walls contracting around him. Touko thrashed and screamed underneath him, pussy squirting continuously, soaking both the blankets and Byakuya's clothes.
His shallow thrusts turned sloppy and out of rhythm, and Byakuya drove deep within her, chasing his staved off release.
“Aw, shit!” Byakuya gave a few final, sporadic shoves. “Jesus- Fuck!”
As Touko's squirt turned to a slow dribble, Byakuya gave a low groan and finally, finally came inside her, damn near coming his brains out. He ground his release as far up into her womb as he thought humanly possible.
“Shit- take it, bitch, fucking take it… Get fucking pregnant, God damn!”
The peak of his orgasm subsided, and Byakuya finally started to come down from his enormous high. One more spurt of come secreted from his dick, and he took a deep, refreshing breath out through his mouth. To her credit, Touko was still exhibiting signs of life, even if it looked like she had squirted her entire soul out (which she probably had). She was completely fucked out, eyes glazed over, but she was at least taking shallow little breaths. Her expression was some mix of shocked, horrified, and euphoric, all overladen with the exhaustion of coming harder than she likely ever had in her life. Byakuya was pretty sure he also had never come so hard, or so much.
He let go of Touko's wrists and let them fall onto the bed. He pulled out ever so slowly, every scape inch by inch sending jolts of discomfort through him, and leading to small spasms from her. His tip popped out, and Byakuya watched his own release drip out after, watered down of course by the leftover fluid from Touko.
She slumped down on her stomach, boneless. Byakuya had the energy to unbutton and shuck his shirt, then kick off his pants (he really hadn't even bothered to undress earlier, had he?). He tucked himself back into his boxers before giving into exhaustion and collapsing right down next to Touko. Without giving it conscious thought, he wound his arms around her and pulled her towards him, back to chest.
Touko's body was trembling, for a multitude of reasons, and Byakuya silently squeezed her in his embrace. There was clean up to be done, they could not fall asleep on a bed covered in squirt and seed, not even to add the fact that they should both probably shower, Touko again especially.
But as Byakuya buried his nose in her hair on the crown of her head, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex and something distinctly Touko, he found all the vitality in his blood had drained, and his eyes were drifting shut. He was filthy, and disgusting, and probably multiple shades of disgusted with himself, but for the moment that didn't matter. His consciousness slipped away alongside hers, in a moment of contented stillness.
Byakuya knew just how lucky he was to get to have sex with this girl.