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“parting gift.” rantaro amami + reader

cw: teacher/student [afab reader w/ gender neutral pronouns]

- mod phenomena

Another day after school. It was pretty normal for you to stick around campus. Today you were meeting with your math tutor, Rantaro Amami. (he always corrected you when you called him by his first name.) He was your tutor after all. That was it. You met on certain days, but he had asked for you to come to see him that afternoon. Usually, you'd meet in the campus library, but that day had a change of scenery. It's not that you minded or anything. You always looked forward to seeing him. (even if math was never your strong suit.) You paused right by the classroom door, gripping your cross bag.

"There you are," Rantaro acknowledged your presence but hadn't looked up from the teacher's desk yet. "I was starting to think you were flaking out on me." He softly laughed to himself, finally lifting his head up to see you. "You wouldn't do that to your big brother .. would you?" He asked. You couldn't tell if he was teasing you or not. "No way." You shook your head, giving in the contagious smile on his face. "Cmon , Cmon - I was just thinking about you." He waved you over, pushing himself out from the teacher's desk. (casually borrowing the computer chair.) "Yeah? Is that why you wanted to meet today?" You asked, making your way over to him. "You're a smart one, you know that? Taking the words right out my mouth."

You made yourself comfortable in an empty desk, pulling your math book out of your bag. You weren't sure that you had much left to do, being close to summer break and all. "Would you look at that?" Rantaro pushed your workbook towards you, "You've finished your assignments .."

"You did a good job too! I'm impressed." He definitely sounded that way, such a carefree face staring back at you. "I shouldn't be though." He flipped to the first page, only to close it. "I always knew you had it in you! You did so good!" He continued, getting you a bit flustered with the compliments. "That's why you're my favourite." He added, sincere with those words. You glanced down at your book, knowing how hard it was for him to teach you long division. (he enjoyed it though.) "Do you really mean that?" You questioned, glancing back up at him. "I wouldn't say that stuff if I didn't mean it." He assured you, "I really care about you-" He paused, leaning over the desk. "If you weren't my student, I'd probably be crushing on you." He confessed, watching your cheeks smother a blotchy red. Before you could think of something to say, he was already grinning.

"I'm just joking! You do mean something to me though. After all this time of being your tutor .. I think you've grown on me." He spoke with confidence, no hesitation in those words. While also sounding so condescending. "It's rough but.." He sighed, looking away from you. (was it hard to say it to your face?) "This is my last day here." He glanced back at you, struggling to meet your eyes. "Your last day? What do you mean? So-You .. You're leaving?!" You could've jumped right out of your seat when hearing that. "Woah there! It's-It's alright." He reached out to take one of your hands. "This is kinda embarrassing." He scoffed, placing his fingers over your knuckles. "It isn't like I want to. It's selfish of me. I just .. I can't stay here any longer." He sighed, rubbing his thumb past the top of your hand. (self-soothing?) "I don't want to hurt you, I want to protect you, but I know I can't do that."

"Of course you can, Rantaro! You've gotten me this far! And-And I'll miss you so much!" You pouted, the fingers beneath his grew shaky. "Oh .. C'mon .." His free hand moved to your cheek, "Don't start crying over me." He tried consoling you, sweeping those stray tears off your face. Surely, the metal of his rings were cool against your warm skin. "I'll miss my star student too." He let out a breath, tilting his head towards you. "Listen," He pressed those fingers against your face, half-holding you there. "You mean so much to me. From the first day we met I saw something in you. Something everyone else here lacks. Mhm." He nodded.

"I still do, you know?" He began, "You mean a lot to me. More than I'd like to admit." He paused. "I shouldn't be saying this out loud. It's kinda embarrassing to talk about this with you." He said, losing you there. (not to mention, his favourite student.) He sounded nervous. You always saw Rantaro to be straightforward and confident in his words. You sniffled, "What is it?" You asked, noticing his demeanor. There was something he wasn't letting out. Maybe if you stared hard enough at him you'd understand. Everyone else around you knew it. Your own tutor was into you. Hard. (a like? a love?)

It felt weird. Maybe that's why he never told you. It's now or never. "You're probably wondering why I wanted to see you today, aren't you?" Rantaro stood up, staring down at your seated position. You nodded, flustered at this endeavor. He was attractive for a tutor .. and his voice always made you feel weird. "I wanted to give you something to remember me by." He straightened his figure up with a smile. "You are my favourite after all. Always doing so well with me." He placed a hand on your head, rustling your hair. "Now that I think about it, It'll help me remember you too." He slid that hand down the side of your face, moving it up to look at him. "Don't worry! It isn't like I'd ever forget my favourite student." He smiled, patting your cheek. You couldn't help but smile through your bittersweet emotions! He was so kind to you. Was it more than that? Oh fuck. Now you were thinking about it. You weren't like those tumblr girls who crushed on their teachers. Were you? "Did you get me something?" You eagerly asked, hoping he had gotten you a farewell present.

He brushed his fingers off your cheek, staring down at you with a look you hadn't really seen before. "...Something like that."

"Could you stand up for me? You trust your big brother, don't you?" He asked, taking a step or two back. "Uhmn .." You sounded nervous. Was it a surprise? You didn't particularly like those. "Hey, It's alright. I totally understand if you're nervous." His gaze followed your movements from the desk, stopping right in front of him. (you'd have to look up at him, surely he was a few inches taller than you.)

"This is kinda silly, Rantaro." You hesitantly listened, getting down on your knees. "I didn't exactly have the chance to .. Spring this on you." He spoke, lifting his shirt up enough to show the skin of his belly. "This is something people do to feel close. I .. I won't forget you after that." He stared down at you, brushing those fingers down to his waistband. "You don't have to worry." He paused, "It's your call." He said, awaiting your response. Such hard-to-read eyes staring down at you! (normally he wouldn't do this out of the blue -!! but now or later?) You aimlessly watched as he tugged his pants and bottoms down, just enough to free his restless cock. (for you.) You paused, seemingly nervous to have his sex just before you. (you didn't know what to do!) You weren't sure what to do with your hands. Thankfully, he guided you to place them on his hips.

"There you go .." He hummed in satisfaction, letting his fingers linger over yours. He glanced down at your anxious face. (you had never done this before! should you tell him that? no. he would figure it out on his own.) "Don't look so nervous .. It's just me." Rantaro lowered his tone at the end of his sentence, but it still felt welcoming. "Uh huh.." You stifled out, barely moving your mouth towards the tip of his cock. You weren't exactly sure where to start though. (he noticed that,) "Here," You felt his hand gently tussle the back of your head. "Do you need help?" You'd hear his voice from above you. "Nmnm-" You hummed out, allowing him to nudge your head in further towards him. "Cmon. Can you say 'aah' for me?" He asked. You nodded, following that lead.

You'd feel the tip of his dick push past your lips, such an unfamiliar sensation. The pressure on the back of your head was gentle, with fingers carefully intertwining into your hair. (his rings indefinitely pressing against your head. much cooler than his warm cock prodding down your throat.) "Mhm. There you go .." He encouraged, carefully guiding your mouth further down his length. It was slow at first, just barely sliding inch by inch into your tight throat. "Ah?-It's not so bad, is it?" Rantaro asked, staring down at you. Such a nonchalant question! You couldn't speak, only getting out an 'Nnmnm' At that movement, you'd cautiously find a grasp around his hips, doing your best with him. Doing your best with his cock filling your throat inch by inch, hitting that thick saliva that resided at the back.

Rantaro slowly began drawing your mouth from his dick, followed by a passive scrunch of his nose. "Careful there! .. Aha-Ahmn .. " He cleared his throat, caught between the smooth feeling of your mouth on his dick, and: "Ah-Watch your teeth, sweetheart," He advised, though a little amused by your inexperience. If you were able to you'd apologize. "That's fine! You're doing good!" He smiled, slowly guiding that sweet mouth of yours back down his cock.

He didn't necessarily enjoy seeing your discomfort, but the squeezes around him each time he prodded at the back of your throat felt so good. "Well .. Look at that .." His breath seemed to quiver at the end of his sentence, tugging your hair back. "You're doing amazing," He laughed, ducking his head down further, partially jerking his hips against your mouth.

At this point, you somewhat had the hang of it. Drawing your mouth up and down his shaft, taking sharp breaths in your nose each time he'd jut his hips a little; little twitches and throbs prodded in your throat. "You're taking this so well," He praised, letting you take more control. (your noises were muffled by your full throat, and you'd be taunted by the pulses of him.) Each time he spoke, you'd blink hard. Glancing up at his craned-down head. Stray locks close to the colour of green tea had fallen past his face, with low (yet audible.) groans. He felt so burning hot and full in your throat!

Each careful grind against your face felt harder with each lathered pulse inside your throat. Rantaro wasn't too vocal, but the tugs of your hair and throbs were more than enough to know how close he was. The jingling of his bracelets were almost as loud as he was. He gasped, a particularly whiny groan emitted from his throat, and one last staggering pump against your face, just as his twitching hips and swollen cock released into your throat.

Rantaro's breathy pants filled the empty classroom, heaving hitched breaths when coming down from his high. "Would you look at that .." He guffawed, slowly pulling your mouth from his cock.

You weren't really sure what to do. Excess jizz and saliva dribbled down your chin when popping your mouth off. What a sight to see. "You did so well for me, sweetheart." He smiled, wiping your lips off against the back of his hand. "Oh!-Does it hurt?" He asked, crouching down to your level. You swallowed hard, shaking your head. "Good." He sounded satisfied, patting your precious head. "Let's try something else, alright?" He asked, carefully helping you up from the tile. (the only thing sore would be your knees the next day.) You nodded, letting him guide you back to the desk this had all started. You let him hoist you up onto the desk.

Rantaro (carefully.) pressed your belly down, leaving your back to lay against scattered papers. "There we go, Just like that .." He pushed your thighs apart, sliding his fingers up your hips. "Hmn. You're tense," He paused, flickering his eyes up to your face. "It's just me, you know. There's nobody here but us." He lowered his tone, rubbing those fingers up to the waistband of your bottoms. "Mmkay." You nodded, only nervous from inexperience! Especially with your teacher? You never really expected this. You had to remind yourself it was just him. You'd known Rantaro for a while. But never like this. Had he always liked you this way?

Your breaths were short and quick, focusing on steady fingers tugging your bottoms down. "Hey .. It's alright." He sounded pretty calm, which eased your nerves. You were full of anticipation and excitement, but your core was drooling with debauched optimism. (as he would soon notice.) Those fingers slid them down your legs, allowing your bare cunt to be exposed to him. A quiet breath from him, and he was pushing the fabric of your skirt up your naval, exposing your cunt just enough as he needed it to be. "You don't mind a warm-up, do you?" He asked, pressing his fingers against your warm cunt. "I'm not one for exercise - But I don't see a problem with this," He leaned over you, slowly beginning to work his fingers on you. It felt .. weird at first. It didn't take long for your hips to begin squirming under the friction. "See? It's not too bad.." He uttered, gliding his fingers against your entrance.

"-Just can't wait, can you?" He teased, glancing up at you. Alluring green eyes burned into yours, with two digits pushing right inside of you. "Ah-!" You gasped out, twitching at the feeling. "Huh .. I didn't know I'd be the one. Plain old Amami?" He entertained himself with his own words, carefully pumping those two digits into your cunt. "Has anyone touched you here? Or am I the first?" He asked, each pump pushing deeper into you. "Jus-Just you.." You confessed, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Surely this would bring you two closer! "That's really something, you know that?" He cocked his head to the side, sliding those arousal-drenched fingers out. (enough friction to leave little throbs within you.) "Uh-Uh huh.." You got out those words, leaning your head back against ungraded assignments.

You hadn't even thought of the whole public area thing. What if someone comes in? "Wait-Rantaro!-" You sat up, glancing at his palms on your pelvic bones. "What if .. What if someone comes in?" You whispered, suddenly fearful of that possibility. He sighed, brushing his fingers past your inner thighs. "It sure is risky." He agreed with you there. (though didn't pause any movements.) "Alright, Alright.." He lifted his hands off of you in defeat. "Don't worry about it." He whispered back. "You're safe with me. I won't go around telling anyone." He placed his hands back against your hips, nudging them to line up with his own.

What kind of scene would that be? Someone knowing you got fucked by your math tutor?! Oh, Jesus. Why did the thought kinda turn you on? He said your name, which caught your attention. "Hey," He leaned over you, fingers gliding up your belly. "Relax for me-" He calmly asked you, glancing back down to your pelvis. You hummed in response, anticipating what you knew was coming next. You'd feel the head of his cock tease your entrance, feeling how his pre-cum was cool from the air exposure. Though his skin was nowhere near cold.

Rantaro slowly sheathed himself into your entrance with a careful movement, gaining a sharp breath from you. "Deep breaths, alright?" He glanced at you, taking your red cheeks and slightly contorted expression. You nodded, thighs trembling beneath one of his hands. "Nice and slow .." He eased himself in inch by careful inch. "You're doing good," He let out a breath, looking back down to himself smoothly filling you up. "Hnm. You okay?"

You hummed out an "Nnmnm." - Focusing on the grasps of his fingers and the careful friction that was starting to feel - good! "Thahts -Perfect." He grunted, pulling your hips against his. With his next slick draw of his hips, his fingers held one of your thighs open, keeping the other glued to your hip. (grasping for dear life.) "You're so .. Warm-" He praised you, leaning over you.

You squeezed around Rantaro wonderfully. "Look at that," He grunted, jerking his hips with a harder maneuver than before. "You're taking it like a pro! Just like the good girl you are!-" He pumped into you further, hard enough that your back would slide up against the desk. "Fuck-! Rantaro-!" You gasped out, fuck! Those movements were hitting you just in the right spot. Right where your fluids would mix and the exposed skin of his hips would rub against yours. "You -You're calling me that?" He panted out, a bit dejected. Surely he wasn't completely used to hearing his first name come out of that pretty mouth of yours. "I-Imnm sorryy-" You choked out between little noises, those hard throbs were fucking you raw! Fucking you in such a messy manner by now. Completely losing the gentle composure before.

Every movement felt better than the last. You'd push your hips against him; allowing him to lift your ass up as much as he could. Any manner in which he could grind into your cunt in the best places. "Look at .. how good you're doing, sweetheart." He groaned out, inevitably leaving red blotches against your hips. You were feeling so blissful, you had completely forgotten the situation. All you knew was how full you felt, how you felt his pulses prod into cunt. Sheathing hard enough you'd feel it in your belly?! Rantaro's quiet sounds grew more breathy and low with each pump - practically in rhythm with every thrust. "Nnhmn-!" You whined out, feeling so weird! Weirder than before. "Auh-Rantaro-o-" You choked out his name, (sweet noises!) He could feel how you were squeezing around his cock, contractions edging you onto a rough release.

You'd feel his fingers glide against your cunt, right where he had touched you before. This confused you - both feelings at once was so much! Your whimpers could've been heard from the hall by now. Poor cunt squeezing and pulsing against his fingers, and around his shaft. "-You like that?" He asked, fingers working against your clit, with sweet pumps inside of you. "Mhmnm!" You responded, so close! So close! "You like it when I touch you, huh?" He asked, quite surprised he could get you off like this. Surely he wasn't anyone special. Whines of his name with a lengthened vowel. "Gonna cumnnn-" You gasped out - fulfilling that announcement, The rough release of your own throbs squeezed around him - such blissful throbs and lewd sounds as his thrusts didn't stop. (Overstimulation?) His fingers kept rubbing against your pulsing clit -

An exhausted groan - and you'd feel Rantaro's own release completely pulse and fill your sore cunt up.

You both stayed there for a moment, sweaty bodies panting and trembling. (oh my!) "You did great-" He laughed, sweeping away stray hairs that had stuck to your flustered face. "I - I should take you with me." His chest heaved over you, having second thoughts after this encounter. "Really-?" You were in no state for a serious conversation. "Mhm. How about that? Huh - We could do this again. Anywhere we want." He pulled himself off of you, carefully sitting you up on the desk. "Partner." He smiled, patting your sweaty face.

#rantaro amami x reader #rantaro x reader #dr3 x reader #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa killing harmony #rantaro amami #nsft #x reader

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dangandisiacs · 7 months

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trigger happy havoc masterlist ( both coming soon )

goodbye despair masterlist ( boys )

goodbye despair masterlist ( girls )

killing harmony masterlist ( boys )

killing harmony masterlist ( girls )

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killing harmony masterlist (girls)

kaede akamatsu

n/a

kirumi tojo

n/a

tenko chabashira

n/a

miu iruma

n/a

maki harukawa

n/a

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killing harmony masterlist (boys)

shuichi saihara

shuichi + overstimulation

road trip activities w/ shuichi

kokichi ouma

kokichi + high stamina s/o

rantaro amami

rantaro + aphrodisiacs

rantaro + teacher kink (?)

korekiyo shinguji

n/a

ryoma hoshi

n/a

keebo / k1 - b0

n/a

kaito momota

n/a

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goodbye despair masterlist (girls)

chiaki nanami

n/a

mikan tsumiki

n/a

mahiru koizumi

n/a

akane owari

n/a

sonia nevermind

n/a

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goodbye despair masterlist (boys)

hajime hinata

n/a

nagito komaeda

nagito + aphrodisiacs

nagito + sick sex

submissive nagito + masochism

gundham tanaka

n/a

fuyuhiko kuzuryu

n/a

kazuichi soda

n/a

byakuya togami ( ultimate imposter )

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dangandisiacs · 7 months

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faq pg.!! / writer introduction

‘ello; welcome, welcome! this is the blog’s faq pg., info, and a few things to keep in mind.

this blog is run by two mods, mods elinove and phenomena.

mod elinove main - nursedflowers

mod phenomena main - vinnyandthephenomena

mod elinove

does art ( it sucks )

loves writing, electronics (when I can) all the time ?!

love love loves writing for shuichi, kokichi, and yeah pretty much those two but i’m open to others

procrastinating mode on ( unless it’s smth I REALLY like )

pansexual , she / her,,

does not like gross fetishes / kinks ( i’ll leave that for mod phenomena 💟 )

sometimes i’m moody and down under and sometimes i'm energetic and up! love us mods

mod phenomena

i absolutely love writing for nagito <;3

i’ll write for almost any kinks / fetish [minus scat, pedophilia, racism, bestiality, vore.]

i’m pretty versatile in what i’ll write though ^_^ [topics or kinks.]

i’m not very good with dr1 cast but i’m better with dr3. my speciality would definitely be dr2 >:3 [i also fancy shuichi!]

i will write with ultra despair girls characters (minus minors!)

any pronouns are okay for me (preferably he/him or they/them)

i’m pretty active online!

sometimes i do lack motivation / time with writing & might not post often sometimes / fall behind .. please respect me as a person with my own flaws and life. it depends. [i sort of relate to mod elinove - if it’s something i really like.]

i am good with writing for female characters !

the few things to keep in mind

respect the mods as human beings, therefore not pressuring us to do anything we don’t wanna do. that includes finishing / doing a request.

please don’t give us advice on aesthetics and such. we’ll do this as we’d like.

ALL DIVIDER CREDIT GOES TO CAFEKITSUNE

us mods will probably cross post from wattpad and ao3

read rules before requesting.

questions ( things that have been asked from our other blogs & common sense things that may be asked in the future )

q : can we use these headcannons for our own stories?

a : yepp, just use credit :)

q : how in depth do you want the requests to be?

a : as specific as you can get; format, pronouns, a plot line ( if you want !! ), etc. if you want us to just choose for you, then we’ll do that as well !

q : why the complicated ass words

a : to intumesce your vocabulary ( did i even use that in the right way )

q : can we ask for certain mods?

a : ofc

( we’ll add more as time passes )

end note

real quick. if smut isn’t your thing, then go check out our other blog : love - me - purple !!

it’s a blog w/ smut & fluff, but we’d like to say it’s more fluff than smut.

this is inspiring mod elinove to make a fluff filled blog

okay cya , enjoy your stay !!

#nsft #smut #danganronpa #fluff #drv3 #danganronpa imagines #faq page #mod introductions #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa 1 #dr thh #danganronpa thh #trigger happy havoc #dr1 #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #gosh that’s a lot of tags

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masochistic, submissive nagito × reader

cw: degradation, bondage, sadomasochism, cursing. afab reader - no pronouns used.

a/n: this is a request from a friend! i hope you like it. :)

- mod phenomena

Nights out with your partner are supposed to be fun! Right? Supposedly.

You crossed your legs tight, staring back at the bartender who had been (overly,) friendly when running her mouth to your partner — Nagito. She placed her hand over his and provocatively leaned as far as she could over the bar. (without falling right over it. the only thing keeping her up was the way she kept tugging down her top.) It was killing you how the corners of his mouth would turn each time she complimented him. (with soft laughs, he seemed to find this more friendly than you were.)

You squeezed his hand that was residing on your thigh, feeling how sweaty his palm was when pressed against your exposed skin. It wasn't anything new for Nagito to tremble whenever he touched you. Let alone with you wanted him to. (what an obnoxious woman this was.) Her eyes wouldn't acknowledge your presence.

You let out a loud breath, finally catching the bartender's attention. You pushed your bar stool back, catching Nagito's attention as well when standing up. "Huh?-Are you going somewhere?" He questioned, lost by your sudden movements.

"So.." You smoothly straightened yourself up, pulling an arm around the back of his neck and pressing your ass right onto his lap. You tried to dismiss the quiver in his voice when you did so. Completely dismissing how he'd nervously grasp onto your hip. (while trying to keep his composure.) The sweet way you rubbed yourself against his crotch when leaning over the bar was cruel! “What do you do?" You questioned the girl, purposely interrupting the conversation.

"Uhmn," She scoffed, seemingly bothered by your affection towards Nagito. She cursed something beneath her breath and leaned away. "Other than tending bars, I've got lots of free time." She smiled, drawing her eyes back to your partner. You'd watch his quivering mouth open to speak, but you were quick to intervene.

“Really?" You pretended to be interested, glancing down to take the hand on your thigh, carefully intertwining your fingers. "That's so interesting. You know, I have lots of free time myself." You said, placing your intertwined fingers on the top of your thigh.

The sweat of Nagito's palms would definitely taint your leg. The little noises from him were faint for you to hear. (and how much you had begun to stir him below the waist.) You orchestrated seemingly innocent movements of your hips, taking a moment to turn towards him. A red tinge had blotched his pale complexion, with shallow breaths when you looked at him. "We have lots of free time.." You smiled deviously.

The pressure of your cruel movements against his now tight pants were killing him. You were getting him all worked up in a public bar! How shameful. It was difficult to keep back embarrassing breaths each time you spoke. "Hmnm.." You hummed, leaning in just before his mouth. "Maybe too much time." You teased, leaving a quick kiss on his mouth. It was nothing but playful affection, but it was driving his libido up the wall. Not to mention the throbbing dick prodding against your ass.

What torture you bring! The back of his mind begged to fuck you in bar bathroom. But, he knew how much of a baby he would've been if you had brought that up. "Right." The girl's voice before you faded as the thumping of heels on the wooden floor wandered off to a dining table. You watched as she left, leaning your head against Nagito's shoulder with a sigh. "Awh .. You doing okay?" You questioned, sitting yourself up enough to face him.

"You're .. Ah-" He awkwardly laughed, failing to hide how worked up you had gotten him. Each time you moved or even talked to him, he feared he would cream his pants right there. What a little viper you were. "Nagito-Do you wanna treat me like some girl you brought home from the bar?" You asked, inching closer to his burning face. Close enough to feel his heavy breaths. (trying to keep composure, maybe.)

"Like a dirty little slut. Or would that be you?" You tilted your head, amused at how much you were playing with him. "A dirty -?" He cut himself off, squeezing your hand for relief. Hearing you call him names like that was fatal. “Yeah.. a little dirty slut that wants to fuck every harlot that flirts with him." You spoke quietly, moving your hips ever so slightly with each word. "N-No-Nmn-" He dropped his head down towards his lap, hoping sweat hadn't begun beading down his blushing face. The pulses in his bottoms weren't helping how excited you were making him. What a mess you were stirring up.

"Is that what you were thinking?" He questioned, lifting his head up enough to see that pretty face of yours. "Weren't you?" You asked, chewing down on your bottom lip. "Mhnm, you're such a cuck." You whispered, turning away to take a sip of your drink. "Please," He let out a breath, flexing the fingers against your hip in tense anticipation. "Please .. please?" You teased him, mocking the sort of whines you'd heard before.

To a bystander, it may come across as rude to ridicule your partner. Unless they were like Nagito. “I bet you really wanna get off right now." You teased, feeling a particular pulse beneath your ass. "Like a filthy little slut," You laughed, taking the opportunity to push back against the bar. Anyone else would assume something was quite funny. Technically it was. "Fuck you in the bathroom .. Fuck you in the car .." You whispered in sultry vowels, pressing your mouth up against his burning face. He squirmed with each 'fuck' that left your mouth.

The sound of heels bombarded your ears. You realized the same bartender had returned, urging for your pay. (was it too hard to watch this go down?) “Oh!" You pulled your warm mouth from Nagito's face and focused back on the bartender. "I've got it." You reached for the bag you'd brought and heard a bitchy little breath from Nagito. You could easily dry hump him to a guilty release in that bar without even trying.

You set the bag right on your lap, fully opening it for the wandering eyes behind you to see what you had brought. You were always ready for whatever the day had in store. Just the sight of travel-sized lubricant made him shiver. Just the sight of your pretty fingers sifting for your wallet. “You don't need to-"

"It's alright. I'm the one who does everything anyways." You said that so casually. Nagito knew exactly what you meant by that. He knew what you meant when you cut a slick look at him. Oh, fuck. Just the scent of your hair when moving your head was like some sort of aphrodisiac on its own. He didn't need that to feel like a total perv when you were around. You truly were some sort of deadly nightshade.

“Mhnm!" You hummed when tossing down whatever money you two had drank up. (if you had gotten him too tipsy, he definitely would've started begging you to fuck him in the bathroom. louder than you'd like him to.)

“Nagito-Are you ready to leave?" You turned to him. (scent aphrodisiac. scent aphrodisiac.) It took all that was in him to resist the temptation to move his hips against yours. An uncomfortable nod and you were off. You carefully slid off his lap, making sure to rub as much friction as you nonchalantly could. You'd hear the squeaking of the stool behind you. (practically sensing the awkward way he would walk out of the bar. thanks to you.)

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The moment you stepped past the front door, you had already begun attacking Nagito with warm kisses. Kisses on the face, kisses on the neck — you paused to take a breath, half-haphazardly stumbling to the bedroom of the shared home.

“Fuck-" You panted, pressing your mouth against his with sloppy kisses. Roughly tugging the sleeves of his jacket down enough to discard it to the floor. Between absolutely messy kisses, you let his trembling fingers grasp at the hem of your shirt, enough to help you pull it right over your head.

"Look at that," You spoke, completely out of breath. "At least you're good at something." You smiled, leaving one last kiss to his quivering mouth. "C'mon then." You motioned to him, tugging down your own skirt. “Hurry up! Do you want me to leave you to jerk yourself off all alone?" You frowned, watching his desperate attempt to strip himself down for you. "No-Please, I want you to be the one who does that." He nodded, obediently backing up towards the bed. "You're good." You began, circling around the bed. It was neatly made that morning. Not for very long.

"When you want to be." You tutted, dropping to your knees. You ducked down, pulling out a box from beneath the bed. A box full of all sorts of fun things. "Naughty naughty." You tutted, setting the box onto the nightstand. "I wonder .. I wonder.." You hummed, tossing the lid out of the way.

You sifted through your 'toy box' of sorts, fishing out whatever you found necessary. Watching you from the mattress was torture! Nagito was propped up on his elbows while watching your every move. "I don't know if you even deserve to even think of touching me, Nagito." A small noise from him. He couldn't deny that. "I really don't-" He sat up more, pathetically excited for whatever you were going to do to him.

"Not at all. Especially for how much of a slut you were being!" You frowned, taking hold of one of his wrists nonetheless.

“A slut?" He sounded feeble to repeat your (attractive.) vulgarity, staring back at you with such a pitiful gaze. "Uh-huh." You nodded, pausing your search within the box of yours. "I think so." You teased, pulling out familiar cuffs. Perfect enough to bind him up with!

You carefully secured his trembling wrists, finding guilty pleasure in his whiny panting. "I haven't even touched you! You're already getting so worked up," You snickered, circling to his ankles. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. It's you after all. I can't help it when it's you-!" He sighed, leaning his head back against the pillows. "As opposed to anyone else?" You pushed his overly squirmy ankles down in an attempt to properly secure them to the under-bed restraints. How convenient.

"No!-No .. You know that-" He assured you, already pulling at those cuffs around his wrists. (no good.) "Nagito," You cooed his name, finishing up by the edge of the bed. God, even saying his name triggered a shiver through his body. "Can you tell me something?" You asked, hiking your legs up into the mattress. (what a sweet sight to see between his legs!) The response was a feeble nod, staring back at you with such pathetic desperation in his eyes. The comfortably propped pillows behind him should have been comfortable. The trembling of his hips each inch you crawled in was nothing near it. Oh, the agony of needing you!

"Yes?" He swallowed, his chest rising with each deep breath. (pure excitement!) Between questions, you straddled yourself over his thighs, pausing just before his needy sex. (all on perfect display for you.) "Did you wanna fuck that bartender?" You asked, staring back at that fearful expression of his. "Huh? No!" He shook his head, pulling on those restraints. "I didn't! I only want you-" He pleaded, desperate to prove his faith to you. "You sure?" You pouted, leaning in towards his face.

His breaths grew shallow as you inched closer, resting a hand on his panting chest. "Yes! Why would I-" He was cut off by the hard slapping sound of your hand striking him across the cheek. "You're so fucking gross—" You said, staring back at the red blotch you had left on his fair skin. Tears welled in his pale eyes when he tilted his face back to meet yours. He truly was gross up for finding immense pleasure in that. "I bet you wanted to fuck her so bad," You pouted, prodding your fingers against the burning cheek of his.

"No! I only want you to do that." He swallowed the collected saliva in his mouth, giving the same demeanor of a kicked puppy. "Want me to do..?" You awaited his answer and leaned in closer to his scorching face. (what a quivering voice! what hitched breaths.) The fingers against his bare chest pressed down. You pressed hard enough to feel his raging heartbeat.

Nagito seemed hesitant to repeat your vulgarities. "-Fuck me." He uttered, huffing out breaths. "You don't want just any little harlot on your cock. Now do you?" You asked, replacing the prodding of your fingers to grab ahold of his sore cheeks. He looked so cute like that. “Nmnm.." He shook his head, refusing your accusations of infidelity. "It's not like anyone else would want to fuck you anyways." You squished his stinging cheeks once more before letting go. (admiring the red blotches you had left on him.)

"So I get the leftovers that nobody wants." You leaned away, leaving yourself properly straddled over his thighs. Just in front of his cock. Right before your very eyes. You absolutely adored the way he stared down at you in awe, in fear, in lust! You bent down towards his cock, leaving your mouth just inches from it. “See? See?" You prodded two fingers against the slit of his cock and flickered your eyes to see his reaction. Whiny little gasps at the slightest touch.

"You've gotten so needy... just for me? And I haven't even done anything yet!" You giggled, treating his dick like some sort of specimen to observe. "That is so pathetic! It's so easy to get you all subby and bitchy ..." You were beaming with enthusiasm (a slight hint of bite in your words,) when lightly running those fingers down his cock. The hard pulses of his stiffened length were nothing far from pathetic. "So unworthy of even being touched like this," You tilted your head and glanced up at him. "Nmn-You're right - I'm useless - even like this." He hissed at the contact, instinctively jutting his hips against your hand. (desperate for anything! something!)

"Not entirely." You lifted your fingers from him, hearing a bitchy little whine on his end. "You can't hold out that long either. But I really wanna play with you, Nagito." You laughed, the heat of your breath fanning over the drooling tip of his cock. "Mnm. Please do ... You can use me all you want-" He sounded more like he was asking you to than offering it.

"Use you, use you.." You teased. You squeezed your fingers around his cock as before, spitting warm saliva onto his pulsing dick. "There isn't much you're good for.." You began stroking his cock, smoothly pumping it through throbs and slick saliva. "Except being a filthy slut." You nodded, gaining a quick rhythm. Nagito pressed his head back against the pillows, already letting out airy moans and such. "A worthless little whore! Komaeda is a worthless little whore!" You degraded, bringing your mouth up to his cock.

There were sweet noises of jangling chains as his wrists twitched at your breath. His hips tensed as you pressed your mouth against the sensitive area. Scattering it with sloppy kisses. "Awhaha .. You're a pretty toy though .." You softened your tone, popping your mouth off his cock with each word. The sultry responses came in gasps and little groans. He was whining already.

“Mhmnm-" Your hums were vibrating against him when taking inches of his length into your mouth, cautious not to gag too loudly. "—Putting my filth-Nmn .. In your mouth .." He gasped out, choking on little whimpers. "Please-Please-"

You grazed the sensitive skin with your teeth, gathering a particularly lovely sound from him. (a gravelly hiss if you will.) You left a sloppy kiss against his dick, leaving a wet trail of messy kisses against his thighs. Your teeth grazed this skin once more, staring up at his tear-tinged eyes. It was smooth and warm to feel your tongue explore his skin. His breaths were shallow, taking sharp breaths at your gentle nibbles.

There was an anticipating breath — tensing up as you opened your mouth. (a teasing 'aah' from you,) as you sunk your teeth into the soft skin of his inner thigh. A pleased yelp of pain as he twitched away from you — what a pleased moan that followed! You pushed his thigh back against the mattress, pressing your fingers against the teeth marks.

"Nagito," You spoke his name, leaving a sloppy kiss against the teeth marks. “What do you really want me to do with you?" You asked, straightening yourself up. He opened his mouth with quivering lips as if anticipating his own words. "Please-I want you to use me. Just like this-" His breath hitched, staring right back at you. “I know I don't deserve it-" He began, watching you lean over his sweaty body for the box from earlier. "Please, Just — Can't you allow me this?" He attempted to sit up, tugging at the cuffs around his wrists. "Violate me-Take advantage of me-" His breaths grew shallow as if excited by his own deranged fantasies.

His words were quite alluring to you, even seeing him this way left you feeling just as fucked as he was. "Talkative, are we? I'm sure our neighbors love hearing that voice of yours." You smiled, slipping out a cloth from the box. A perfect gag to shove into his mouth. You would miss his talkative self-depreciation though.

“Can you say 'aah'?" You asked, awaiting him to open his mouth. He gladly did so. Perfectly opening up wide for you. "Nagito is such a good boy. A very good boy." You smiled, (roughly, over gently-) securing it. (at least he listened to you!)

“Mnm. At least you're good for one thing, Nagito. You really are. And do you know what that is?" You rubbed yourself closer towards him, leaving your thighs inches from properly aligning with his hips. Pitiful groans were heard, playing into the jerk of his hips. As if to say — please - oh god, please!

He began nodding, fully aware of what you meant. “Nmnm." You prodded his cock just before your welcoming cunt, keeping your focus on his face. He was already making racket. Anticipating hums and narrowed eyes stared you down. (as well as taking in the lovely sight of you.)

You paused, "Do you really want to? It's okay if you don't want to." You teased him, just barely pushing your hips down. Panicked nods followed, in tune with desperate noises and choked-back affirmations. That was sweet consent for you. You bit down on your lower lip, letting out a breath when sliding your hips down. Carefully pushing his well-accustomed cock inside of yourself. "Fuck-" You laughed, moving your hands up his bare chest. Your vulgarity was nothing compared to the desperate whines and groans that were spilling from his chest. You were so hot inside. You perfectly melted around his sex, prematurely throbbing with the slightest grind against him.

"Nagito-" You gasped out his name, ever so slightly beginning to move your hips. Ever so slightly digging your knees into the mattress when carefully lifting your hips, only to roughly grind back against him. Between your own gasps, his shallow breaths and muffled whimpers were louder than your freely open mouth. The way he filled your cunt was perfect. This gave you more of an opportunity to grind against him with each uncontrollable arching of his back.

"Nagito," You swallowed, taking in the way your walls squeezed around him. (glancing down to see how well he stretched your cunt.) "You know .. I know what you're good for!" You laughed, leaning harder against him. "Fucktoy-" You bit your lip, enjoying the wheeze you got out of him with those words. The pathetic tears welled in his eyes. (practically begging you to fuck him hard!) “You're a filthy, filthy fucktoy. Fuck toy!" You gasped out pleasurable noises, thoroughly fucking yourself on his cock. Your own liquids mixed with his nicely. Smooth and slick as you found an absolutely phenomenal rhythm. Nagito was such a bitchy baby. Your gasps and little moans were nothing compared to the trembling hips beneath you.

He desperately tugged at the cuffs, wishing to touch you with every buck of his hips. (to the best of his abilities.) "You squirm so much-! Like a fucking maggot!" You spat, pushing down on his hips with one hand. "I should really tie you down next time-" That he did. He wheezed out pathetic groans and whines, trembling beneath you (and inside you.) with every rough movement of your hips. "You nasty little fuckdoll-" You panted, dripping warm droplets of sweat against his chest.

Those words only fucked him up more and more. He groaned in sexual frustration, begging you to push your hips down against his aching cock. With each lewd noise that filled the room, you felt the deep throbs prodding inside of you. He was close. So close to showing how gross he could be. “Nagito-! Do you want it that badly? So badly that you can't keep still?" You questioned, noting the desperation of sobs he choked out into that poor gag. (the arching and twitches of his sweaty body with every squeezing movement. (you weren't complaining though.) What a good fucktoy! Weak arms resisting restraints and soaking that gag with every wheeze and whimper.

You bunched up sheets in your clammy hands by his chest, staring down at him. A tear-stained face and the most desperate moans you had ever heard. You almost felt bad for him. Almost. Those pretty eyes of his flickered open and shut, (begging for you to let him have this!) "You're gonna cum? Nagito? Huh?" You stifled those words out between pants, feeling his hard twitches. He didn't need to tell you. (even if he could.) "—Gonna make me as lowly as you? That's so fucked up, Nagito-"

Humiliating nods of confirmation were so exciting to see. He was desperate for it! Whatever dignity he had left was long gone. So close. It was almost as if he was embarrassed for you to see him like this. All cuffed to your bed and drooling all on a gag? You found it to be pretty cute. His cock all full inside of you? Repetitive moans were choked out — music to your ears. Nagito's hips jerked against you mercilessly rather roughly, needing you to fuck that euphoric release right out of him! Pulsing in ecstasy! (with pathetic sobs of release.)

"N-Nmn!" You couldn't choke out his name anymore. All you knew was that you felt so much warmer inside — so hot with his filthy seed. Your own release was building up in throbbing waves. "Nagito-! Ah-I'll cum on your dick — you pretty little fucktoy-" You cried out, squeezing around his cock so perfectly. So sloppy and pleasing! If he could become just as hard as he was in that bar would have. (his own whines of overstimulation - and the beautiful sound of your pleasure was so good.)

You throbbed around him as you slowed your pace, feeling how he had prodded your cervix just perfectly. How dirty he had made you. You sucked in whatever air you could, sliding your trembling fingers up to his mouth. (allowing you pretty little hums of a needy partner.) You hooked your fingers beneath the cloth, carefully tugging it loose and out of place. “Look at that-" You let it rub down his chin, feeling the fanning heat of his jagged attempts for air. "Thank you-" He choked out, panting for ripe air. What a slut. He was still trembling beneath you — warming his flaccid sex all shoved up inside of you.

"Such a good boy-" You smiled, squishing his burning red face. "You're so cute, Nagito. Such a whiny baby." You teased, every so slowly drawing off of him. (to his dismay.) It was a familiar sensation. The sticky mixture of both of your liquids had tainted your thighs when moving. He pleaded your name, spilling out how grateful he was - how much he loved you!

You were quite amused by his proclamations — huffing out deep breaths while pushing yourself off the bed (his sweaty thighs assisting you,) You were so pretty - leaning against the bed when addressing him. (what a mess you had made!) "Are you gonna behave from now on?" You asked, pausing right before him. It was very clear to you that he wouldn't.

"Only if you wish me to," He was breathless, dizzy, and mesmerized with you. "Mhnm." You swept the ivory hairs off his sweaty forehead, "Sick fuck." You smiled nonetheless, leaving a messy kiss on his mouth. Oh, god — He was so pathetic each time you kissed him.

"I appreciate your lack of effort, Nagito." You inched away, as if dangling yourself in front of him — only to take it away. "We'll have to see about it. Best of luck-" You patted his sore cheek. You knew he wouldn't follow through with it. But, that's the fun part, isn't it? It kept you both looking forward to your next outing.

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rantaro + aphrodisiacs

cw: title. cursing, humping, switch reader and rantaro kinda

a/n: rantaro’s kinda occ. i swear there’s consent why do you think they bought it in the first place,,it’s to get fucking laid

-mod elinove

it all started with a short trip to the supermarket. a sort of foreign, exotic like shop to be exact. one specific spot was labeled “lugushy spot”, with pure red and pink hearts drawn on the sign.

it was supposedly a place filled with all things romance: romantic cards, flowers, and even aphrodisiac filled chocolate. the latter drew you in, as well as rantaro.

“aphrodisiacs?” rantaro said to himself.

“ooh, cool! wanna try it?” you examined the box, the rose shaped structure embedded with crimson silk on the sides.

rantaro looked at you with a sort of questioning, but intrigued contorted face. “you … know what aphrodisiacs do, right?”

“yeah,” you nodded; heat rising to your cheeks, “and …?”

he simply chuckled, dragging his finger across the lid. $10.99.

and so, taking it with you, you decided to test out the effect later back at the hotel.

you could hardly wait.

having not eaten dinner yet, you both arrived at the room starving - the chocolate looking extremely appetizing.

“this isn’t dinner, alright?” rantaro affirmed as he cut the tape connecting the lid to the body of the box.

“yes, yes. not dinner.” you confirmed; thinking to yourself,“i’ll have you instead.”

once opened, you took out one round decorated chocolate from inside. the smell consisted of a sort of sweet nectar, but at the same time it covered a mischievous intention.

you bit a little from it before popping it fully into your mouth. wether chocolate’s disgusting to you or not, the taste was mouth - watering nonetheless.

rantaro mirrored your actions, taking a more cube shaped chocolate.

you split the chocolates in two even groups, one group for rantaro and one for you. the batches were finished in minutes, both of you reveling in the savory taste of the creamy chocolate.

you wondered when the aphrodisiacs would kick in.

“i’m a lil bit full, can we watch something on the tv for now?” you got up from the kitchen stool you were sitting on.

rantaro nodded, mumbling the word “yeah.”

sitting down on the soft, comfy cushions of the couch, rantaro softly groaned.

and a few minutes later …

rantaro shifted closer to you, rubbing himself slightly against your thigh in the process. even though it was a seemingly innocent movement, the gesture sent spikes up his spine. more.

you smirked at his desperate humping as he turned to face you. he sighed sort of hotly, his breathing heavy.

rantaro bunched up the end of your shirt, grasping onto it like a life anchor. more deep breaths.

“needy, are we?” you teased. with a hunched over figure, he let go and instead rested his hands on your shoulders. he gave them a (sort of) gentle squeeze.

“please.” was his only reply.

you’d be lying if you said that the aphrodisiacs weren’t affecting you. a primal part of you wanted to unleash itself and let rantaro fuck you into tomorrow, but the sadistic side of you wanted to drag this out till the both of you couldn’t stand the arousal anymore.

“please what?” you asked, even though the bulge in his pants pretty much gave it away.

rantaro knew what you were up to. he wasn’t oblivious. he’d seen this sadistic side to you before. he’d never really decided wether he enjoyed it or not.

he muttered quietly, “we’re really playing this game today, huh?”

you decided to keep up the act. “what game?”

“s/o.”

“hm?”

he sunk his head to your neck, biting hard. “a - ah! rantaro! -” you stammered as he latched on like a leech biting a fish as its prey.

he didn’t look up as he played with the top edges of your pants, itching to tug them down.

fine. two could play that game.

you used a hand to rub against his clothed erection, making him flinch back before rubbing himself against your palm. as he moved his head back, you whispered smugly in his ear.

“don’t even try.”

don’t even try? when had you become so commanding to him during sex? and why did rantaro find it so …

he quickly snapped out of it, and in a flash he had you pinned down to the cushions of the sofa.

he rolled his hips against you, earning a satisfying little whimper at the actions.

oh, just that one, simple notion felt amazing.

he kept going, letting out involuntary groans and small whines. if he couldn’t have the actual thing, then this would have to do.

it hurt. he was unbearably hard, and you wouldn’t even give him the time of day. that thought urged him to rut against you faster.

until you, with no warning whatsoever, used your fingers to pull down his semi - baggy pants.

his boxers were in full view, as well as the noticeable bulge stretching the cloth out. the position he was in was almost aesthetically pleasing.

he couldn’t stop himself from bucking into your arm, using that to grind himself on. he needed you. it wasn’t enough.

he went to take off your pants as well, succeeding and swiftly getting off everything else below that. meanwhile, you’d taken off his boxers; his cock standing proud and decorated with pre - cum.

you grabbed ahold of his stiff length, pumping it a few times before rantaro couldn’t take it anymore; leading him to hover over you and enter in.

usually during sex, rantaro was gentle; leading up to a fast and deep rhythmic pattern. but this time around, it was pretty much the end part of your usual routine all time around.

thankfully you weren’t a virgin.

he had your legs wrap around him as he pounded into you with reckless abandon, his tone being low but pretty high in volume.

you screamed in earnest as he soon found your favorite spot, the place being hit over and over again without fail. rantaro couldn’t help but admire how his dick was pummeling into you as you moaned his name out, as well as the mindless blabbers and noises that he knew and loved so well.

it was mind numbing so to speak. it’s like all that ever existed was this moment, just rantaro fucking you until you both were satisfied.

rantaro’s pre - cum acted as a sort of lubricant, not to mention your own liquids helping as well. it felt so, so damn good.

you shook as he continued, him groaning out at how fucking well you were taking him while you just whimpered in return.

“hngh … rantaro!! … i’m gonna … oh, fuck! …”

he grunted in return, leaving out one last groan before pulling out, the both of you coming together.

your chest heaved as rantaro basked in the view, cum splattered over your stomach. he quickly wiped it away so as not to drip down lower. with that said …

those chocolates were strong. both of you were still hungry with lustful intentions, and relieving it made it clear that regular dinner was not needed for tonight.

maybe tomorrow you should buy more chocolates for home.

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“sickly sweet.” nagito komaeda + reader

cw: emetophobia, gender neutral reader, sick fic

a/n this isn’t fetish i swear :p also i’m not right in the head - sort of long? kinda gross lolz. this is depraved as hell.

- mod phenomena

The past few days had been difficult. Nagito had caught a bad case of the flu. (no matter how many times he assured you he could take perfect care of himself, you stayed anyway.) Whatever he had, you had too. Miraculously, you hadn't come down with a single sniffle. Disregarding the concerns of something more serious, he seemed to be perfectly honest.

The bedside table you shared was littered with all sorts of pharmaceutical paraphernalia. (anything but the casual KY lubricant that had been pushed to the side.) "You don't have to do that." Nagito's raw voice pitied you from your side. "I don't have to." You reasoned, tilting your head to meet your poor love. His chapped lips quivered open to speak, but you were quick to interrupt. "I want to." You smiled. (not taking any of his words too seriously.) You scooted in closer, residing just by him on the bed. Your thigh would rub against his clothed hip, unknowingly teasing him with what he had been deprived of. (only a few days?! that was far too long. even the sight of your pretty face was enough to make him worse.) Your movements were careful and slow. You hadn't rushed a thing. You put tender care into everything you were doing.

You pressed the wet cloth you had recently ringed out against his cheek, carefully patting off any of that sticky sweat. "A fever you can't sweat out, huh?" You frowned, bringing it up to his forehead. Nagito lifted his wrist to feel for your fingers, pressing it against yours.

(a soft hum from him when feeling your warm skin. the only thing separating your pretty hands from his forehead was something that would actually make him feel better.) "Why don't you leave me here? .. I'd certainly die happy. Intensely happy." He worked himself up, using whatever voice he had left to tell you that. He feebly sat up more in an attempt to continue this delirious nonsense. (it was sweet.)

"Nagito, You don't mean that." You poorly hid your smile, pulling the cloth from his forehead. It was hard to discern what was cool water and what was warm sweat. (leaving stray hairs to stick to the washed-out skin. he looked terribly feverish. but still pretty to you..) "I wouldn't lie to you. I'd be so happy to die this way ... at your hand.." He continued, wheezing out a raspy laugh. "At your care .. Out of the pure kindness within you. You pity me.." His voice softened at the end of that sentence.

"No. I don't pity you, Nagito." You assured, focusing on the thermometer you had sifted out from the bedside table. "You do pity me. You only do this with me because you look down on me. " He craned his sore neck down, groggily leaning against your arm. You patted his bare back, rubbing the palm of your hand against the sweat-drenched skin. Indefinitely burning hot. (hadn't you gotten used to this?) "I'm ruining this .. This could be the last time we ever speak?!" He leaned off of you with pure devastation striking his sickly being. (each time he sat up, he felt so nauseous! but speaking to you was more important.)

"It's not .. " You let out a hitched breath, running your fingers up his spine. (a pathetic groan from him. (rejection of your words? he was putty in your hands every time you touched him. that was nothing new.) “Sweet - You're gonna make yourself sick." You pressed your free hand to his chest, gently pushing his back to the properly set up pillows. "Hahah.. y/n is so nice to me." He giggled to himself. Though he did comply with you. He took in deep breaths, glancing down at the hand pressed against his warm chest. You didn't need a thermometer to know the extent of his fever. (healthy or not, he was like that.)

Nagito spoke your name in low words, reaching for your wrist. "You're so good to me." He bit down on his lower lip, peeling at the chapped skin. "You show me what it's like to feel cared about." He uttered, taking hold of your wrist. Enough to press his thumb against it. Enough to feel that pulse of yours. The blood coursing through your arteries. "I love you - love you so much." He paused the chewing of his lip, bringing your hand up to his face. Very warm. "I love you too Nagito." Your smile was weary. "But, you're burning up.." You were concerned, hastily pressing your palm down. (just as he had.) Weary eyes met yours and narrowed with his proclamations. (it isn't like you didn't know he loved you. he was only speaking it into existence once more. even if he wasn't feeling all that right.) "I love you dearly, I love you so, so-so much- with everything that's left of me.." He nodded, leaning against your palm, rubbing it against his cheek. It felt very nice.

"It's alright .. I love you too." You gave into his desperation, rubbing your thumb against his face. (the best you could, with his attempts to feel your palm as close as he could to his blotchy red complexion.) "I could die," Nagito sniffled hard and let out an exhausted breath. "I could die right now in this very bedroom, and I'd be luckier than I've ever been in my entire life," He hummed, uncomfortably shifting his weight before you. Rubbing. Rubbing your hand against his face. His stomach was aching. But not from the flu.

"Nagito," You glanced down to the thermometer in your hand, (which was now prodding his temple. It wasn't like he minded.) "Can you let me take your temperature?" You asked of him. "I'm sorry-" He pouted like a near child. Nonetheless, his trembling fingers released yours. "Thank you." You scooted back a little and rested a hand on his thigh. (you could feel the sting of sickly sweat from beneath the fabric of his boxers.) Even if he was feverish out of his mind, it was warming to hear. Or concerning.

He was very obedient. Blinking tear-glossed eyes right before your own steady gaze. Your hand on his thigh was so cold (compared to his skin,) and all he wanted was for you to just touch him. "Can you open your mouth for me?" You asked, teasing the stick of the thermometer before it. Those words gathered a twitch of his leg under your hand (and a twitch of cock. uncomfortably feigning friction against his boxers. at this rate, he could puke on you right now. let alone fuck you. your pretty fingers were burning right into his skin. why was this coming onto him so suddenly? it wasn't very hard to fornicate Nagito up like that.)

You didn't know his complexion could burn any warmer. No, this was his attempt at lending you his charisma. (teasing. badly.) "Oh-! You're so straightfowaa-h" You crammed the thermometer stick into his open mouth, interrupting whatever innuendo he was pulling on you. (usually, it was him begging you to open your mouth. what he would do to have the smothered cock of his inside your throat? squeezing around the lathered mucus and gags-) You tapped your finger against the end of the thermometer, eyeing down the digital numerals after each second. "Nagito, It seems the only way to keep you quiet is to fill your mouth up, isn't it?" You playfully teased, softly laughing at your own remark. (damn you!)

He didn't laugh. Instead, he only shifted his weight and leaned back further against the pillows propped up behind him. This was embarrassing. He had already pushed the covers off himself! This left only a pair of boxers on him in the cool bedroom. The amount of time waiting on that thermometer felt like hours. He wanted it to be over! He was growing nauseous just thinking of how disgusted he'd feel when desperately jerking himself off once you left the room. What made him feel even more guilty, was the fact that he wanted you to in this state.

What odd solace he found in the high-pitched beeping thermometer! You hummed, slowly drawing the stick out from his mouth. It was wet with saliva now, dribbling down his chin when you removed it. "Ah - Ah .. " You tutted, mindlessly wiping his mouth when checking the little screen. "Look at that." You turned the thermometer around for him to see it himself. "You poor thing." You frowned, glancing down to set the thermometer back to the cluttered bedside table. (to Nagito's dismay. it wasn't pleasant to see.) "Is there anything else I can get you? Do you want something to drink? Did you want to try a bath?" You asked, glancing back to meet his face. "No, No .. You don't need to do anything for me." He looked away from you. He was utterly ashamed of how badly he wanted you to touch him.

It really had been days since Nagito had stuffed you full of his cock. (or let alone, let you fuck him.) "Are you sure?" You questioned, absentmindedly rubbing your palm against his thigh when moving closer. He opened his mouth to speak, but that unwarranted friction only choked out a pleasured noise from him. "Forgive me-" He gasped, twitching in his bottoms. "Oh .. Naughty, naughty." You pressed your palm against his thigh, pushing the fabric of his bottoms up enough to feel his bare skin. "Do you want me to-?" You lowered your voice. (leaving the rest of your sentence to the wandering imagination.)

"Accommodate me," He swallowed mucus as he pulled himself up. "Ruin me. Please?" He asked of you. Desperate for your touch. (he felt so warm - and heavy - and most of all nauseous. the stirring below his waist was killing him.) "You want me to make you feel better, Nagito?" You asked, rubbing your hand in towards his inner thigh. Oh, god. Rubbing. That's all he needed! But more! Not there!

He let out a half-pleasured, half-frustrated sound, grasping at the waistband of his boxers. Yes! His stomach was in knots mixed with debauched pins and needles. He desperately tugged down his boxers. His breaths were shallow and hitched. "Please, Please-" His thighs trembled, (excited to a pathetic extent.) resisting the urge to handle his aching on his own if you wouldn't in time. “Nagito," You said his name in an airy breath, sweet and playful, rubbing those fingers of yours between his thighs. The sight of his stiffened length before you was nothing new. Desperate for some sort of friction. A pitiful groan, his hips trembled as you inched in closer to his cock. "How pretty." You smiled delightfully, lifting your fingers inches before his twitching sex. What pretty pre-cum that had drooled and tainted his boxers seconds before. "Compliments? You're so nice -" He laughed, grasping at the sheet beside him. They say to relax when you're ill. He was not relaxed in the slightest. He was tense. So painfully wound up.

You took note of his pathetic expression. He was anxiously awaiting your next move. Sweat ran down his temples, leaving an ill look on such a blotchy face. It wouldn't be long until he was whining about how good you really were to him.

With a quick salvia-drenched suckle of your fingers, you ran your fingers down his sore cock. Pressing down with every pulse you felt. "You're so good to me .. Nnmn-" He was in awe when staring at your precious fingers. Once they began properly stroking his cock, each pump squeezed out a wheezing whimper from him. "So kind. So generous-" He hissed at the 's'. You really were generous! You squeezed him with every hard pump. You were giving him exactly what he needed. His hips trembled, squirming like he had never felt the touch of another person before. He reeked a certain musk with every buck of the hips against your wrist. Something from lacking a bath. Something that always mesmerized you.

Your saliva left every stroke to be sickly smooth and slick with twitching throbs. Which you'd feel with each movement against the slit of his cock. (as well as his trembling body.)"Nagito, Stay still-" You pressed against his hips with your free hand. Your fingers spread out, rubbing up his stomach with each desperate rock of his hips against your hand. (with every pant and beg you heard) "I can't help it! I don't deserve it. I know-" His chest rose up and down with each self-deprecating rambling of words that had lost their meaning.

Your eyes watched him steadily. Never once leaving his pretty face. Even when he'd press his aching head against the headboard and quickly squeeze his tear-tinged eyes closed. "You're amazing. So good to me! Mnmm-" He hummed out, half-lidded eyes meeting yours. It wasn't hard to be in absolute amazement when watching your fingers get him off. You stared back at him, noticing how pale he was. (more than usual.) "Nagito? Are you okay?" You paused for a second, (still feeling the throbbing beneath your fingers.) He let out a dissatisfied noise, squeezing his eyes open and shut in confusion and disappointment.) "Huh?"

"You're so funny. I-I've never felt better." He nodded, keeping his focus on you. (once more.) His voice still sounded coarse and out of breath. His face was still drained of colour. In all honesty, he was nauseated beyond belief. This was when you should've stopped. Taken a breather? He wasn't very rational on occasion. Maybe in his right mind, he would've stopped you. But everything felt so good! The tightly wound knots in his stomach felt so close to coming undone. So close to allowing himself that much-needed, (filthy.) release. It was terrible. He was terrible.

The burning in his throat and the debilitating nausea were too much! Just enough to get sick. Warm, sticky vomit spilled from his quivering mouth without proper warning.

Tainting down his chest to his stomach. How unlucky must you be to be in this situation? "Oh-! Nagito-" You completely paused. (ready to grab a towel and help him clean up!) "No-!" He took in a deep breath, uncontrollably pulsating before your fingers. "I'm begging you - " He ignored the vomit pooling against his now barren stomach. This was a revolving mess. He was even worse for wanting this so badly. "Let me have this. I need it horribly.." His breath trembled just as his hips were.

Nagito's desperate whining was excruciating to refuse. Near impossible. (plus, you loved making him feel good.) You found yourself falling victim to his humiliating state. You bit down on your lip and squeezed his cock, feeling the throbs that fell in tune with his whimpering. A sultry gasp of your name! "I'm so terrible-I .. I can't -" He leaned his head back against the pillows with a debauched huff. Sure, he had gotten sick on himself, but the sickly sweet pulsing of his cock beneath your fingers was far too tantalizing.

The pathetic movements of his hips and smooth, slick pumps against his cock were enough to squeeze hard throbs from him. "Defile you-Nmn-Violate .." He choked out degradations, fighting this dizzy feeling.

Each time he leaned back, you'd thoroughly admire his collarbones drenched with sweat. As well as the sick that had tainted his chest and stomach. (He smelt musky already.) Even if he was so gross at that moment, you'd love to put your mouth anywhere he wanted. "I can't - I can't take it -" He wheezed, (fearful he may be asthmatic and die like this?! he wouldn't mind.) desperately gasping for air as the release of filthy pleasure truly violated your fingers, making an absolute mess. Horribly.

"..Hah - Nagito .. So much .." You teased, squeezing his cock once last time before lifting your fingers from his pulsing sex. A filthy mix of salvia and cum coated your fingers when spreading them out. (thankfully, he hadn't puked on his cock.) "I hope I made you feel good." You nonchalantly pushed your fingers past your lips. It wasn't like he could properly reply to that. You switched your interest back to the so-assumed masochist before you.

His deathly tight grip on the sheets released, filling the room with heavy breaths and remaining noises of absolutely reached pleasure. "I was wondering if this was the last time you'd do this to me .." He sounded genuinely concerned. "How about when you're feeling better." You smiled, giving his wet mouth a soft press of yours. "Gross." You whispered. "Uh huh .. I'll draw a bath." You bit his lip when drawing away, tasting whatever was burning in his mouth. The only thing keeping him from mercifully apologizing was the sheer loss of words. Gross. That was the world. Or good. Sickly sweet, wasn't it?

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nagito + aphrodisiacs

cw: nsft, use of aphrodisiacs, cursing, obsessive nagito; slight yandere persona??, bdsm, afab

a/n: dedicated to @vinnyandthephenomena

-mod elinove

nagito panted above you as he looked at your body, wrists tied and body vulnerable. he wanted to give you everything, anything you wanted, he’d use his body as a tool to your disposal.

you, meanwhile, had your eyes closed as you felt yourself drip with sweat and heat. nagito had also been affected by the aphrodisiacs, his eyes wide and lust - filled. once affected, he’d practically pounced on you, hastily asked for consent, and then you dragged him to your room.

both of you were completely unclothed, nagito pressing his body as close as he could get to yours. he sighed dreamily at the sight and scents of you, you allowing him to do this, you letting him give and give without you fighting back - oh, what a lovely dream come true.

for finalized consent, he caught your attention and watched for any sign that you fully accepted this - this beautiful position. you nodded, watching his form that was so eager to push into you.

he loved you so, so much.

nagito immediately bucked in, earning a shaky moan past your slightly chapped lips. nagito let his mouth open, his eyes becoming half - lidded. he regained focus and moved, desperately pounding into you at a fast rate.

“n - nagito!!” you, in your sense, whimpered out without your will.

he didn’t understand how you could be insecure when you looked so pretty in whatever you were doing.

you were his queen, his goddess, an obsession and addiction he’d never give up. never. he thought about that as he continued, the bed squeaking in a repeated motion.

his moans were dipped in honey and coated with sugar - so sweet; but behind it all, sinful.

and it wasn’t even the aphrodisiacs that made him think this way. he was always just wired like this.

the aphrodisiacs did, however, make him more risky and needy for even just your smell. he felt so complete when you were around. like you were the sun shining in on a barren, abandoned room.

you wrapped your hand in his hair, pulling his head to your neck. he happily bit on your inviting skin, only to soothe it after with the lapping of his tongue.

every one of his five senses were engulfed by you - your scent, your touch, your taste, your sounds, and the sight of you in such a form that made him almost cum seeing you like this. so perfect to him, so much to take in!

alas, mental screenshots would have to do.

he sped up his thrusting, pushing with no abandon. sooo fucking good.

“you look so pretty, my love!~” nagito giggled out, his words turning into a moan. you weren’t even dating, but he found it as a good way to express that his love for you was still present, even with the aphrodisiacs pumping through him.

he pushed deeper, hitting that sensitive nerve that made you scream once hit. he smiled almost creepily, saliva falling from his thin lips. what a pathetic, albeit alluring sight.

you clenched around him, cumming around his cock that was currently drilling deep inside you.

the feeling of you tightening around him made him pull out and come on the sheets, stroking himself to ease out the threads of white.

as you panted from the aftermath, nagito slowly got up from sitting - climbing on you and ready for round two.

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road trip activities w/ shuichi

cw: nsft stuff lmao, cursing

a/n: i’m actually going on a road trip so yeah :)

-mod elinove

shuichi

➸ the thought of publicity makes him nervous.

➸ so when you rested your hand on his thigh when getting out of the car for a stretch break, he flinched.

➸ “ why don’t we use this stretch break for something more interesting? ”

➸ he’ll blush so hard in a minimum of two seconds.

➸ his mind wanders to pounding you into the front car seat, to fucking you against the backseat, your hands sprawled against the window - his pants immediately tighten.

➸ he shakily sighs, pulling you into the back of the car and turning the originally ten minute stretch break into a one hour, steamy session.

➸ he moans so quietly, forced quietness coming from his lips.

➸ he looks around to check for people, preps you quickly, and then pushes you into the seat - the cushions soon creaking under the heated event above.

shuichi cursed as he held your sides, his face running with sweat. “s - s/o …!” he whimpered. you urged him to go faster, promising that it didn’t hurt. he cried out loudly. for someone who hates the idea of public sex, he’s been pretty high in volume. shuichi listened to your musical sounds, bringing him closer and closer to the edge of mind numbing pleasure. “pl - please … i - i’m gonna …!” he stammered; his voice gone at the end as a desperate, whiny moan emitted from his lips.

➸ he’s so pretty i love it

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shuichi + overstimulation

cw: written with afab reader in mind, overstimulation, rough sex, nsfw content, pwp, cursing

a/n: i love shuichi my bb. i feel like this is one of my more worse works. sorryyy

-mod elinove

shuichi had always loved the sweet moments that you two shared. your first and second sex interactions were no exception. with the third time … you unlocked someone that shuichi hardly recognized as his own. and when the fourth time came around, that being was let out once again.

shuichi obediently laid still as you tied his wrists together, connected behind the headboard so that he’d stay in place. you finished the knot, pulling and prodding at it to make sure it’d hold before commanding shuichi to test out his bindings by moving around. once sure, you climbed on top of his scrawny form to rest a hand in his hair, pulling it back rather harshly.

he made a small, puny noise compared to those he’d make later.

you moved your head down, pinching the skin with your teeth at the right of his neck; the sound he replied with being short and whiny. you sunk your teeth in harder.

oh, he looked like such a treat after your especially trying day.

after playing with him a bit more, you moved your head away. you moved your hand down to ghost over the inner parts of his thigh.

shuichi risked bucking his hips up to meet your hand, which you kept in mind for later.

you grasped his unbearably hard length, softly moving your hands in a gentle manner. shuichi barely stifled a yelp. he was so fucking sensitive, and you used that fact against him.

it was torturing. the snail like pace you were going at and the fact that you were still fully clothed, while he on the other hand was fully nude. he remembered what you said earlier.

“three strikes and you’re not getting anything.”

three steps out of line and he’d be left like this. just the thought brought a tear down his face, his hips trembling with every movement.

you kissed his tip before sliding your tongue against the wet underside, earning a breathy whine to moan from the person below you.

you spread his legs to full extent.

a squeal left his lips from the sensation of your mouth going deeper on him. he could hardly wait for the main event to rear its heavenly head.

you flattened your tongue, every flick not going unnoticed to shuichi.

he felt his face growing hotter, the scene of you swirling your tongue around his thickness making him release more precum at the feeling. oh, oh fuck.

he wriggled against the restraints, wanting to clasp a hand over his mouth but unable to — showers of sounds rushing out of his mouth like a flooding waterfall. series of “oh, oh, oh!~’s” and “ah, ah, ah!~’s” left his lips, your hands squeezing his legs in return.

it was so damn good.

“h - hahh!!” he whimpered out as you sped up - a finger slowly moving to his own hole and entering in hastily. the extra stimulation made him wail out happily.

you pumped him fast and quick, your mouth never stopping even after you added a second. you looked up for a moment to look at his reaction, only to be met with rolled back, tear filled eyes.

the lewd noises sounded so loud in his ears. tingles fought to run through his nerves, the sound of anything else being shut out.

he came just a few seconds after letting out a particularly high pitched moan, the recognizable taste of his liquids running down your throat.

after lifting yourself off, you forced him to face you. “hm, didn’t even care to warn me?” you almost snickered at his glazed over look.

“i - I’m sorry …! i just … it was too! …” he struggled for words, stuttering and lisping over each noise he made.

you eyed his cock, growing ever the more. you positioned yourself over him.

“hmm … now what should i do with you?” you pretended to ponder. “I could edge you till the only thought running around your perverse head is my name. or i could make you service me and then i could leave. mm, choices, choices …” the thought of being denied left shuichi shuddering more than earlier, his face practically shrieking for you not to take any of those options.

“buuut, i already thought about it earlier, i’m gonna overstimulate you until you break! which probably won’t take that long; right, love?”

shuichi held back a groan of anticipation, letting out a whimper instead. he wanted this. so, so badly. but all at the same time, he didn’t actually know if he’d be able to handle it.

the last time you two had sex, you’d edged him to oblivion. at the end, he’d accepted even just humping your foot as a stimulant. he was such a begging, wet mess at the end that you finally gave him what he wanted.

now this time …

you wasted no time in unclothing only the waist below, everything else staying on just to tease shuichi even more.

you sank down on his dick, the thing throbbing as a cry came from shuichi. he mewled out your name like a sailor crying profanities.

you rested a hand in his hair, stinging him with sweet, sweet pain as you pulled.

“d - don’t stop … d - don’t stop please!!” he begged, his voice crawling higher and higher.

his mouth hung open, bringing you to move the hand in his hair to his open lips, shoving three fingers inside. you muffled the scream that shuichi didn’t even try to hold back, moving deeper to face fuck him. he shyly closed his lips the best he could around your fingers, the sensation overwhelming him easily with addicting pleasure.

tears flowed down his face from the sheer moment, his second orgasm crashing down. and then a few minutes later, another one.

he mentally cursed and spoke to his own head with his thoughts; don’t turn numb. stay focused. don’t …

his pupils disappeared halfway as they rolled back subconsciously. he was a drooling, crying mess. he was so much more sensitive, every touch making him shake violently.

and you hadn’t even come once.

shuichi was absolutely fucked out. the only words leaving his mouth were, “please,” and “more,” and similar sounds resembling your name. he just needed you. no one else.

“m - aHHH!! p- please, o - oh f - fuck …!” he whined out. he couldn’t help cursing, especially when his mind was so fogged already. he came again.

he looked so out of this world, his tears clinging to his eyelashes and pooling on the sheets to meet with the other liquids that’ve settled there.

you kissed his forehead lightly, so fleeting and short.

and just that notion made him come undone, violently.

feeling that last, final put out - you came as well, clenching around his tired out cock. he watched his essences drip from your entrance, his eyes half lidded and sleepy.

he looked drunk on how ethereal you looked in that moment.

as you leaned down to kiss the neck wounds; and eventually his lips — you made sure to let him know that no matter what, you loved him.

and he loved you just as much, maybe even more.

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