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[Non-Request] [One Shot?] [Smut]

Blackmail? - Kokichi/F!Reader/Kiibo

Hoooooooooboyyyyyyy this was long as HELL to write, and took quite a bit of back and forth editing to make it just right. This is actually the first smut one shot of this length that I’ve ever written, and I even considered breaking it into two parts because it’s really long with a lot of build up! I’ve been working on this since the first of the year and I’m so happy to be done with it so I can post it! I’m highly considering turning this into a series as it was really fun to make, so part two may be out soon!~ (or not, I do take forever to write anything lol) I have plenty more ideas to make y/n into a mess~

-Mod Ibuki 💜

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Dirty Thoughts - Chloe Adams

Off The Table - Ariana Grande

Hi, I’m a Sl*t - Lil Mariko

Synopsis: Kokichi finds f!y/n’s diary and sees all of her naughty secrets. He plans to embarrass her for his and her own enjoyment. He knows she has a little humiliation kink, after all.

Warnings: Fem s/o, AFAB s/o, is this dub con? it might be dub con*, hard dom Kokichi, switch Kiibo? (submissive to Kokichi, kind of a service top/soft dom to you), sub Kiibo goes to dom Kiibo in .5 seconds and it’s hot, Hope’s Peak University AU*, pet names, oral sex/cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, big boob joke on y/n’s behalf about her own tits, thigh talk, wrote y/n thicc on accident whoops, shock collar (mostly for Kiibo), handcuffs, threesome???, humiliation, degradation to praise (use of sl*t and wh*re), edging to overstimulation, mild hair pulling, I like being manhandled so sue me, Kiibo getting soft and literal heart eyes, Kokichi being a little shit, I use the c-word for fem parts sometimes*, weed joke I wrote at like four am that runs for three paragraphs, reader is slightly blunt, (HAHA BLUNT GET IT OUID), one (1) singular ass smack from Kokichi, also I wrote this before the Oscars and there’s a Will Smith mention and I’m just kinda laughing awkwardly at it now

*Reader consents but struggles at first. Kiibo and Kokichi also consent, obviously. Please don’t force yourself to read this if this is upsetting/triggering for you!

*Everyone attends college, so no killing games happen in this universe, but Kiibo’s still a robot and yes, still has a robo-dick. Cast of NDVR3 (Killing Harmony) are uni freshmen (18-19 y/o), DR1 (Trigger Happy Havoc) are uni sophomores (19-20 y/o), and SDR2 (Goodbye Despair) are uni juniors (20-21 y/o). Where y/n falls is up to the reader, just know you also attend classes at Hope’s Peak Uni.

*C-word being “c*nt”. I PERSONALLY do not consider this offensive, as it was actually the first scientific term for the vagina in the English language, thus I associate it more with the reproductive system and use it as slang rather than as an insult or a demeaning phrase. I’m also from the US so we don’t typically use “cunt” as an insult. If you find this insulting and seeing it prevents you from reading this, I completely understand. No need to read/like/comment/reblog if you really don’t want to, seriously. Don’t force yourself to read something you aren’t comfortable with.

Okay that was a lot of CW but I felt they were necessary! Into the fic. 🎵💜

This day was heinous. This day was terrible. You might even say this was the worst day ever.

You should have known better than to leave your diary unlocked on your desk in the same classroom as Kokichi. You really should have known better, but you figured that you were just getting up to go to the bathroom for, like, five minutes. No big deal right? He wouldn’t try anything, especially since you sat between him and Shuichi. Shuichi would never allow Kokichi to touch your personal belongings, right?

“Kokichi, what are you doing?” Shuichi glared at his friend, immediately aware that the shorter boy was up to something dastardly.

“Me? Oh, nothing, Shuichi dear!” Kokichi slid your diary over to his side of the lecture hall desk with one finger, swiftly opening it.

“Kokichi Ouma, put that down!” Shuichi whisper-yelled. Shit, he knew you’d kill him and Kokichi if you saw the two wrestling over your personal journal. “Kokichi, please, that’s y/n’s personal diary!”

Kokichi snickered, intently reading your handwritten secrets. “Nishishishi, chill out Shuichi. I’m just having a little fun, I don’t mean any harm!” Despite Shuichi wrestling to grasp the notebook, Kokichi had managed to make it several pages in already. He must have been very invested in what you wrote to be able to speed-read it like that, Shuichi thought.

“Shit, Kokichi, the professor is going to turn around. Just give it back already!” Shuichi’s voice cracked.

Kokichi shut the book and sighed, placing it back on top of your textbook. “Fine, whatever, it’s boring anyways. Nothing juicy enough to bother with…or am I lying?” He laughed, silencing himself as soon as you walked back into the room.

Shuichi gulped, visibly nervous about the thought of you finding out about the little tussle the two boys had just had. You slumped down into your seat, preparing for another fifteen minutes of your professor droning on and on about…ah, what was he going over again? Something about op-eds you think. You let your eyes close for a moment as you laid your head on the desk.

Your two seconds of rest didn’t last very long though, as you felt one of your deskmates staring at you. You opened your eyes to see Kokichi’s violet ones looking back at you. He was smiling that devilish little smile he had when he was plotting, and twirled his hair not-so-innocently.

“The fuck do you want, short stack?”

He smiled wider, looking even more mischievous than before. “Nothing in particular. I’m just thinking,” he chuckled a bit.

Ugh. He was likely just messing with you. You rolled your eyes and slept until Shuichi shook you awake at the end of class. You were so tired that you didn’t even notice Kokichi’s slight blush when he answered you.

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“Later, nerds. I’m taking a nap,” you dragged yourself out of the building. It was a grey, rainy day outside of the walls of Hope’s Peak Uni, and it only added to your exhaustion. You couldn’t wait to get the fuck back to your room and pass out.

“Oh, wait y/n! Your bag is open. Let me get that for you,” Shuichi bounded up to you and stopped behind you. He zipped your bookbag closed, and sent you on your way with a slight smile.

“Thanks, Shu!”

Kokichi and Shuichi waved goodbye to you, ready to go about their own days, until Kokichi spotted Miu and Kiibo walking in.

“Hehe! What’s up, dumb slut? Hey Kee-boy!”

Miu strided over to the pair of boys, Kiibo tagging along. The normally chipper robot looked unusually upset today. Something else about him seemed different too, but Kokichi couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Hey guys!” the former Super High School Level Inventor greeted them. “Where’s y/n? She usually gets out of class with you.”

“She was really tired, so she went to her dorm to lay down.”

“Shuichi!” Kokichi interjected, “I was gonna tell them that she got kidnapped by DICE and taken to my secret underground base!”

Miu rolled her eyes. “What would your dumb organization want with her anyways?”

“Nefarious purposes. Anyways, Kiibo, why aren’t you talking? Did your voice box break?”

Shuichi stepped closer to Kiibo, who was scowling at Kokichi. “That’s what looked off. What’s with the uh…new…bling?”

The white-haired android sighed. Around his neck sat a new piece of tech, likely designed by Miu. It looked like a collar of some sort, with a strip of greenish blue LED light within its center, wrapping around the circumference of the neckpiece. “I’ll have you know that my voice box is perfectly fine, thank you very fucking much. Miu is just-“ he was cut off by a shock, presumably administered by the collar. He suppressed a shriek, grabbing onto the necklace.

Miu pulled out a small remote from her pocket. “Shock collar. I’ve just corrupted poor Kiibo with my awful swearing habits!” She pulled Kiibo into a tight embrace, his face shoved in her chest, and arms pinned under her own. She pet his ivory hair, “I’ve passed it onto him. So now, to reverse it, I’m trying out a new invention, brought to you by the one and only Gorgeous Girl Genius, Miu Iruma!” She let go of Kiibo, and grandly gestured Will Smith style to what hung around his neck.

“Behold! A shock collar that detects the wearer’s voice and punishes specific word inputs!”

“Woah, that’s…awfully interesting, Miu,” Shuichi scratched the back of his neck.

“I know! But unfortunately, the voice recognition doesn’t work right just yet. So, for now, I’m having to manually administer the shocks. I make them slightly stronger each time though, so eventually it should break Kiibo’s potty mouth.”

Kiibo rolled his LED eyes. “I’m an adult, you know. If I want to swear, I can! I’m not some little kid!”

“No, you’re not, but you are my lab rat, and this is fun. I have to go to class though, and Kiibo is done for the day, which means I can’t make sure he’s properly punished! That’s actually what I was going to ask y/n for, but unfortunately, she’s not here.”

Kiibo pinched his nose in a very human-like fashion.

Miu held out the remote, dangling it between her index finger and thumb. “But, if either of you were to volunteer to watch him for the day…”

Kokichi grinned his signature grin and snatched the remote out of Miu’s hand. “I would gladly watch over Kee-boy for the day! I don’t have anything else to do anyways.”

Shuichi whipped around to book it to his next class. “Sorry guys, but I have to go. Kokichi, don’t do anything dumb, please! I know you’re planning something!”

“Worry not, Detective Saihara! I’m not up to anything!” Kokichi shouted after him. He then turned to Kiibo as Miu sauntered away, thanking Kokichi for taking her responsibility for the day.

“That was totally a lie. I’m up to something great. Wanna know some juicy secrets, Kiibo?”

“Even if I say no, you’re going to tell me anyways, aren’t you?” The robot boy sighed again.

“Oh, you know me so well! Seriously though. You’ll really like this. Like, really like this.” He slung his bag over his side, reaching to open the pocket. He pulled out a simple looking notebook with an open lock on it.

With that, they were off to Kokichi’s dorm.

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Ding!

Ding!…Ding!

Ding!Ding!Ding!Di-

You picked up your phone to see ten messages from Kokichi from within just the past two minutes.

What the fuck did the grape bastard want now? It’s not that you didn’t like Kokichi, but you were sleeping. This was encroaching on your beauty rest, and your friend was in for a conversation with a very grumpy y/n.

“Y/n, answer me! Y/NNNNNN! COME 2 MY ROOM BBY!!1! I have a surprise for u! <;3”

His texts read like it was fucking 2010. You had to admit though, you blushed a little at his heart. Whatever. It wasn’t that big of a deal, it was just how he texted everyone, probably. What could he possibly want from you at four p.m.?

“I see u reading my shit. Gimme attention!!!!”

“Chill dude. I’m otw. I’ll be over in like ten, okay?” You sent a couple replies to quell his relentless texts. That would buy you enough time to brush your hair and teeth, throw a hoodie on over your skirt, and get to his dorm.

“Okie dokie! See you there peasant! :D”

Typical Kokichi to call you that, his talent being what it was and all. You shoved your phone into your hoodie and made your way out of your dormitory hall’s doors, not caring too much to be exactly on time, as much as you knew it would annoy the former Super High School Level Supreme Leader. He could deal with it. He did just wake you up for god knows what, anyways. So, you made your way up the small hill to the boys’ dormitory hall at your own damn pace.

You shot him a text letting him know you were downstairs, and the door swung open only a few seconds later.

“That was fast,” you said pointedly.

Kokichi stood on the other side of the door, holding it open with a simper stretched across his face. “I just ran down here ultra-fast! Kidding, I was waiting for you.” He grabbed your wrist, pulling you inside the hall and dragging you down the hallway. “I’m lucky that I managed to wake you up before nighttime! You know how RA Taka is about visiting curfew.”

“Yeah, I’m aware. Twogami might let it go, cause he knows me, but Taka definitely won’t,”

Kokichi laughed. “Twogami is kinda soft on you. Come on in! I have a little gift I set up for you.” He opened the door to his dorm, and you stepped inside. Kiibo sat on Kokichi’s bed, playing with his hands.

“This the surprise? I’m not complaining,” you smiled at the robo-boy.

“H-hey y/n!” Kiibo was…blue. Kiibo’s face was slightly bluish, which y/n knew all too well was his equivalent of a human blush.

“Hey Kiibo. You look embarrassed about something. What’s up?” You said that a bit more abruptly than you intended, but you could see that Kiibo looked like he wanted to say something.

Kiibo glowed a brighter turquoise and let out a nervous chuckle. “Ah, about that. Kokichi and I actually have…something to ask you…”

You turned to Kokichi, who stood behind you, balancing from his heels to his tiptoes. “You should sit down for this, y/n,” he said it so playfully, but whatever the boys had to ask of you seemed more serious. Was Kokichi going to ask you to commit some sort of crime for DICE? Was Kiibo secretly Kokichi’s weed dealer? Was Kokichi Kiiibo’s weed dealer? Was Kiibo smoking? Could Kiibo smoke? Forget Kokichi’s question about robots having dicks, could robots smoke?

You sat next to Kiibo on Kokichi’s bed. Although the likelihood of Kiibo smoking the devil’s lettuce was about as low as your final grade in econ would be if you didn’t start fucking studying, the suspense was killing you, and now you absolutely had to know if there was any possibility that Kiibo was getting high as balls with Kokichi and Miu on Saturday nights at half past two am in Miu’s lab.

“Okay, so,” Kiibo started. You wanted to say aloud what you were thinking, which was “Kiibo, I don’t care if you smoke. In fact, I want to join. I want to be shotgunned by a robot,” but you kept that to yourself.

He continued, his voice malfunctioning in a way that sounded not far off from a human stutter. “What Kokichi is about to tell you is a bit…of an, uh…invasion of your p-p-personal privacy, but! P-please don’t get mad! I uhm, he…told me a couple of things and…” His face was completely blue now, “I wanted to know if they’re true because I…um, I w-w-wouldn’t m-mind at all. In the slightest. If, you know, they were.”

The gears in your brain started turning as you looked at Kiibo, and the two boys could see you were confused as all hell.

A “huh?” fell from your lips as you tried to think of anything he could possibly mean. Is this about the time you lied to Kiibo and Kokichi about your bra size being smaller than it actually was so Kokichi didn’t tease you about it? It backfired and he still called your tits gigantic but at least you tried.

“Oh, look! Silly girl doesn’t get it yet! Here, lemme show you something that might help you understand everything, since you’re too dumb to figure it out yourself,” You rolled your eyes at his rude comment. Kokichi laughed as he hopped over to his desk drawer. He pulled out a small notebook, and held it up for you to see it clearly. It was a notebook with a lock on it.

A notebook with an unlocked lock on it.

“No. No fucking way. Kokichi, you better be fucking with me,” you began to sweat, seeing the shit-eating grin on Kokichi’s face as he laughed again, this time more boisterously.

“So you’re not a complete idiot! Yeah, it’s yours.” You could feel your heart sink and all the color from your face drain. Was the room spinning, or was that just you?

This day was heinous. This day was terrible. You might even say this was the worst day ever.

You lunged for the diary, but Kokichi evaded you, diving this way and that for the notebook. “Please tell me you didn’t read it!” you shouted. If they found out what you had written in that stupid thing, all of your friendships were most definitely over. You were screwed!

As you were contemplating how you were going to transfer colleges in a day, Kokichi got the upper hand in your little tussle and, from behind, pulled you to the bed, your larger form sitting between his legs, back against his smaller chest.

He tossed your diary to the side, and proceeded to hold your wrists to your sides tightly. For such a small dude, the guy had a good deal of strength that you were unaware of before. Kiibo sat himself between your own legs, firmly, but still tenderly holding your legs down with his hands around your thighs (how Kiibo of him). Having Kiibo there eased you a bit, but you still thrashed, trying to break free of Kokichi’s grip on your wrists.

“Please ignore how rude Kokichi is being about this! I’m so sorry y/n, but Kokichi did read at least some of what you wrote, and that’s what we need to ask you about,” having his hands on your thighs in this position made him just as blue as before, but he somehow looked…more…confident? His voice had mostly stopped malfunctioning, too.

Regardless though, you were so fucked, and Kiibo could see your face drop.

You stayed silent, waiting for Kokichi or Kiibo to say something, anything to break the awkward silence that had fallen between you three after Kokichi had totally shattered your…like, everything.

You braced yourself, steeling your insides and balling your fists, ready for whatever horrifying thing Kiibo was about to ask you.

“Do you really…want me like…that? With Kokichi…?”

Classic Kiibo. Even such a terrible question sounded so gentle coming from him. He couldn’t even finish his whole thought, he was so nervous. You could feel him scanning you for signs of any negative emotion. You hoped he wasn’t saving that to his database.

Deep breaths, don’t panic. Stay calm. Just be honest with him. It’s Kiibo. He probably won’t get mad. Probably. God, I’m gonna KILL Kokichi after this.

You took one more deep breath before speaking. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it,” you exhaled, about to lash out at Kokichi again. “Now, can I leave? You’ve embarrassed me enough.”

Kokichi laughed. “Of course not! You think that’s the only reason I’d bring you here? No, no, no!” Suddenly, you felt something cold and foreign against your wrists, clicking closed. Kokichi released your arms, and you thrashed again, unable to move your arms to the front of your body.

Oh he did NOT just cuff you-

“What the FUCK are you pulling, you purple-haired, checkerboard looking ass motherfucker?!” You shouted at Kokichi.

“Shhhhh, y/n, you need to be quiet, or we’ll get caught,” he shushed you, pressing a pale finger to your lips. Before you could bite it in retaliation, he pulled it away. “I just did this so I can use my hands now, silly. Now calm down and let us finish explaining.”

Your rage began boiling towards the surface of your skin. You just had to tell Kiibo, your friend, that you had fantasized about being in a very explicit situation with him AND Kokichi, your other friend. Now you were handcuffed with Kokichi behind you, teasing you, and Kiibo holding down your thighs so you couldn’t…..

“You have two minutes to finish explaining before I start screaming.” You spat out, your face heating up at the realization of what was happening, putting the pieces together in your head.

“Will do!” Kokichi seemed more than overjoyed to explain his little scheme, the evil smirk returning to his face. “I will tell the truth this once. I did read your diary, but like, only for a couple of minutes or so. I also stole it out of your backpack, because after I read it I thought up an evil plan, of course.”

He pulled you by the waist farther into him, and then tilted your chin to look him in the eyes. “I read all about how you wanna be totally humiliated. Now, I am a generous leader, so when I realized I can give you what you want, I seized the opportunity!”

Kiibo joined, “So he found me, explained, and asked if I wanted to join. I said I’d only do it if you were up to it. This is a major invasion of privacy, and if you want us to stop, then we will, and we can never bring this up again.”

“Or,” Kokichi started up again. He dragged a finger along your spine, from bottom to top. You shuddered. He leaned close enough to whisper. “If you don’t admit what you really want, we could just leave you cuffed like this, all helpless. Maybe we can even tease you when we have guests over! Would that be a fair trade?”

“Kokichi! You said you would be nice! Why are you being so rude to her?” Kiibo huffed.

You shook your head, trying to find a clear train of thought to put this together. “Wait, so you’re saying I have to tell you what my diary entry was about or you’re not gonna let me go?!”

Kokichi grinned.

“This is not what we planned, Kokichi. Why are you not doing what we discu-AGHH!” Kokichi cut Kiibo off with a shock to the collar.

“Where did the shock collar come from?!?” You shouted.

“Oh, it’s a cute little device Miu whipped up. The shock wasn’t that bad, it just startled him a bit. To answer your question though, yes. You’ll have to tell me what you want in order to get out of those cuffs! Also, stop yelling.”

This was total bullshit. “Fuck you, grape boy,” you growled.

“Not yet, sweetcheeks,” he smiled, softer and more flirtatious this time. He slid his hands down your torso, wrapping one arm all the way around your waist, the other hand resting on your hip. He gave it a slight squeeze. “So? Are you going to tell Kiibo and I what you want from us sooo desperately?” He rested his chin on your shoulder, leaning close to your ear. He was close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your neck. “Or, are we going to have to coax it out of you?” A shiver ran up your spine again as he kissed your neck, gently at first.

He sucked on your supple skin, and the rough pulling was beginning to leave hickies. You didn’t push him off, it felt way too good. You felt Kokichi’s semi-hard-on pressing up against your back. Excited already? Damn. You sighed, starting to buck your hips upward, beckoning Kiibo to do something about your growing arousal.

He lowered himself to his knees, him on the floor, you and Kokichi still on the bed. Swinging your leg over his shoulder, he couldn’t help but squish your thigh with the chilled metal hand that supported your leg from underneath.

“So soft…” he murmured, eyes wide with curiosity. You’d almost forgotten that he didn’t often get to touch the…softer parts…of people. He turned his head to touch his cheek to your inner thigh, his lips brushing against your skin. He looked up at you with pleading eyes. “M-may I…?”

You nodded as Kokichi slipped his hands underneath your hoodie, dragging his fingertips along your stomach and ribs. Kiibo kissed your thigh, and bit down slightly every few seconds, inching ever closer to your heat, before you felt Kokichi remove his hand from under your hoodie to reach for the remote. He pressed the button, and administered a light shock to Kiibo’s collar.

You could feel the aftershocks from the collar that hung around Kiibo’s neck, though it wasn’t strong. It didn’t startle you much, since you saw it coming, but Kiibo, who had been so lost in his ravishing of your inner legs squealed a bit at the unwarranted punishment. This time though, his cute little noise sounded much more pleasurable.

“Kokichi,” he pouted, “what was that for?”

“Nishishi. Silly Kiibo, you’re getting so excited already. I had no idea robots got so horny,” he teased.

“You need to take this slow though. How else are we going to pry it out of y/n that she wants us to ruin her?” He took a piece of your hair between his fingers, twirling it playfully. You rolled your eyes.

“Awe, don’t act like you don’t like us touching up on you like this,” he resumed attacking your neck, and you moaned ever so slightly. You knew what he was doing.

He was marking you so everyone would know how desperate you are.

“Getting turned on already? You’re so easy,” Kokichi chuckled. Rich coming from him.

Kiibo, after leaving just as many marks on the other leg as he had left on the first, looked bothered. He was already panting. “Kokichi,” he mumbled against your thigh, face oh so close to your clothed warmth, “can I please? Please? I really wanna.”

Kokichi grinned against your jaw. “Are you ready to tell us exactly what you wanted from us?”

You shook your head, and suppressed a whimper.

“Not yet, huh? Well, I guess we’re going to have to punish you a bit first to get the message through your thick skull,” he licked a stripe up the side of your neck, making you let out the whimper you were holding in. “Go ahead, Kiibo. You’ve been well-behaved, unlike our sweet y/n here.”

Kiibo looked up at you again, his eyes half lidded as he bit his lip. “Can I please taste you, y/n? I wanna taste you so bad…”

You shook your head yes, perhaps a bit too vigorously. Kiibo smiled a wide, dorky smile. He ran his hands up your hips, reaching the hem of your panties. Carefully, he slipped his fingers, now warm from holding your thighs over his shoulders, under the elastic and pulled them down your hips, and off of your legs. Once again, he hiked your legs over his shoulders, and stared wide-eyed at your exposed cunt.

His jaw slacked slightly, and you swore you could see him drooling (apparently robots can drool). Cautiously, he ran his finger along your slit, and you whined. “Pretty…” he mumbled. He barely dipped his finger between your lips, gathering your already pooling arousal and spreading it up to your clit. You let out a tiny moan when he brushed against it. Kiibo brought his finger, coated in your slick, up to his mouth to taste. You flushed.

“Unlike anything I’ve ever…” he trailed off. You’d once again forgotten that Kiibo had never done anything like this before. The two of you had talked about sex and sexual acts before, but he had never actually done anything. Despite that, he surprisingly knew human anatomy very well, as he had educated himself quite a bit out of sheer curiosity.

Yes. Sheer curiosity. No other reason…

Kokichi finally piped up again, the first time in a good five minutes actually. It was unlike him to keep his mouth shut for this long, especially as aroused as he already was, so of course he was due to say something about the scene unfolding in front of him.

“I wanna know how y/n tastes too! Kiiboy, lend me your fingers for a second, wouldya?” Kiibo obeyed, not even correcting Kokichi on his nickname. He seemed to almost be in a daze, letting Kokichi take his fingers into his mouth. Kokichi sucked on Kiibo’s metal digits, savoring any taste of you he could get, as he wouldn’t be the one administering your “punishment” as he had called it.

He released Kiibo’s fingers, and a string of saliva fell from the taller boy’s fingertips. Kokichi giggled, “Use that to make sure she’s thoroughly made up for keeping secrets from us.”

Kiibo didn’t nod, simply placing his fingertips at your entrance. You whimpered as he carefully slid his middle finger into your weeping pussy. He watched in awe as he pumped it slowly. He sighed, as if he was swooning, and leaned into your cunt, getting to work on your clit.

Your back was already arching at the feeling of his (somehow) wet, warm, silicone tongue flicking your bundle of nerves. The licking turned to sucking, and one finger turned into two.

“K-kiiiiibo…” You dragged out his name, and he hummed into your warmth.

Kokichi was busy with two other matters. He unclipped your bra (thank god you were wearing a front clasp today), and held the weight of your chest in his hands. They looked small carrying your breasts as he rubbed circles into your soft nipples. “Awe, look at how cute your nips are when they start to get hard!” he laughed, flicking one as it hardened.

“Ah! Kokichi!” He took the same nipple he flicked into his mouth, sucking on it gingerly, like he was apologizing for spooking you. That was until he bit down slightly and pulled the other nipple. “Ko- Eee! Kokichi!”

You clamped your thighs down around Kiibo’s head, unintentionally beckoning him closer to your sex. He took this opportunity to remove his fingers from you and replace them with his tongue, shoving it into your tight hole, and gripping at your thighs.

“Ka…Ki…Kii- I can’t, haaahh…”

Kokichi pulled his mouth off of your breast, licking your nipple one last time before resuming his position resting his head on your shoulder. He traced his hands along your torso again, tittering at your delicate moans.

“What a naughty y/n! You wouldn’t want my neighbors down the hall to hear you, would you? Or maybe you want Hajime or Rantaro coming in and seeing you all desperate and needy for Kiibo’s tongue. Perhaps Makoto. Is that it? You just need someone to see how much of a hopeless whore you are?”

You shook your head no, unable to speak because of the pleasure Kiibo was giving to you.

“Hmm, funny. That’s not what your book said!” he reached his hand into your hair, pulling at the base of the scalp, making you tighten your thighs around Kiibo even harder.

You could see Kiibo begin fo fall apart around you, his tongue becoming frantic as it fucked into your core, his LEDs lighting up with little hearts. Even his eyes had changed into heart shapes, and his ahoge curled itself to match. Fuck, it was cute. He moaned into your pussy, and you shook as you felt your high drawing closer.

“Awe, cat got your tongue? Well I guess your kitty has Kiibo’s tongue, nishishi!” You were so close to cumming. You could feel the tangle unraveling as each flick of Kiibo’s tongue sent shockwaves to your deepest parts.

“You’re so cute when you’re moaning like a slut. Unfortunately though, I’ve still yet to hear you say what you want from us, sweetie.” Kokichi reached for the remote, with you unable to do anything to stop him.

“No, wait!” But he had already pressed the button, and Kiibo lept back in surprise at the shock. The pressure between your legs ceased, and you were left bucking up into the air, desperate for any friction you could get.

Kokichi laughed, almost maniacally, at your ruined ecstasy. “Ready to tell me what you want me to do to you now, pretty little slut?”

You whined. If it weren’t for these stupid fucking handcuffs Kokichi would be so fucking dead. You weren’t giving in just yet though.

“I have more self control than that,” you spat at him. Kiibo resumed his position from before he was tongue-fucking you, with his head leaning on your thigh.

He hummed, grasping at the side of your leg. His eyes were totally glazed over now, and he looked almost…high. Maybe robots do get high? Just like, off of tongue fucking their friends.

He squeezed your thigh again, leaning against it like he was too drunk to hold his head up. “Come on, princess. Be a good girl and tell us so I can give you what you want.”

Woah. Kiibo’s voice was huskier than it was just a moment ago. Before, he pleaded to eat you out, basically begging you. Something must have fucking snapped in him though, because he was biting his lip and looking at you like he wanted to chase you down and devour you.

And it was hot.

You tensed your thighs again. Okay, maybe you didn’t have as much self control as you thought…

You whimpered. Kokichi and Kiibo both chuckled lowly.

“Come on, pretty girl. Please tell me what you want me to do. I’d just hate to have to leave you like this, just dripping wet.”

What the fuck what the fuck what the FUCK, KIIBO???

Mimicking his movements from before he was eating you out like you were his last fucking meal, Kiibo slipped his two fingers between your lower lips, letting your warmth cover his fingertips before dragging it up to your clit. You bucked your hips as he did. Gods, you were soaking.

Kokichi tugged lightly on one of your nipples, and you whined. “Oh, poor girl. Look how sensitive she is! It’s such a shame that she won’t just let herself go and tell the truth,” You felt his thumb and index finger catch your chin, and he turned your head around to face him.

Oh…

“Come on, little slut. Just be a good girl and tell us exactly what you want, and I promise we’ll give it to you.” You whined, for probably the tenth time this evening, and Kiibo gently rolled your clit with his index finger, not enough to satisfy you, but definitely enough to get you to break. Kokichi laughed.

“I… I wanna…fuck, I- I”

Kiibo leaned up to whisper to you, “Come on y/n, you can do it. Use your words, princess.”

Alright, THAT was the hottest thing a robot has ever said in the history of EVER.

“I wanna be t-touched. I wanna be marked. I want everyone to know that I belong to you two and that I’m your little plaything.” Your face was hot with embarrassment.

Kiibo finally sank a finger into your heat, making a come-hither motion with it. You cried out his name and tears started to form in your eyes, before you winced and shut them tight.

“Hmm,” Kiibo hummed, “gooood girl. Such a good girl.” His hand slid from your hip to your stomach, and he lowered his head to your pussy as he pushed you farther back into Kokichi. “Good fucking girl.”

Bzzzt.

Kokichi shocked Kiibo again, but instead of backing off like before, he delved into you further, and you felt the shocks on your inner thighs. You let out a pained moan. It hurt but it was so fucking good.

He totally did that shit on purpose.

You already could feel your high getting close again, and despite your wrists being bound, you managed to find Kokichi’s thigh and squeezed it.

He retaliated, smacking your thigh, as close to your ass as he could get without lifting more than just your leg. “Don’t be a fucking brat. I can call Kiibo off again. Do you want that?”

You vigorously shook your head no. “No, no please. Please, I’ll be good.”

“Apologize to me, y/n,” he grabbed your chin again, forcing your neck to turn this time. You knew he was enjoying the sight of you flushed and begging him for any sort of release. “Apologize to your supreme leader.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry, please, just let me cum! I wanna cum, please!”

Before tonight you never expected that something of that caliber would come out of your mouth, but you were so desperate now, you just let it tumble out as you were getting the best tongue fucking you’d ever gotten.

“You can only cum if you say our names when you do,” Kokichi grinned.

You hardly gave a shit who heard you at this point. If everyone knew that Kiibo and Kokichi were making you a mess, so be it. You were theirs in the moment.

“Yes, I will, just, please!”

“Fine, I guess you can cum,” Kokichi feigned disinterest in your ordeal, and you were just about to let the knot in your abdomen unravel, when Kiibo shoved his tongue into your pussy as far as it would go and, to your complete astonishment,

it vibrated.

And you screamed out an amalgamation of both boys' names, riding out your orgasm, Kiibo lapping up your cum like he was dying of thirst.

As soon as it was over with, you felt the exhaustion set in, and you leaned into Kokichi, your face buried in his neck, not even caring that you had just shouted his name at the top of your lungs and the RA’s were probably going to give him a noise complaint.

Oh fucking well. His fault.

You heard the jangling of Kokichi undoing your cuffs. Before you could grab your wrists to rub the marks away, Kiibo took them in his own metal hands and did it for you. The feeling of his hands on your wrists, and Kokichi’s hand petting your hair arguably felt more intimate than the both of them making you cum.

Kiibo finally got off of his knees, and sat on the bed. He kissed your neck, your jawline, your cheek, all the while whispering little praises to you, still holding your hands.

“Good girl, you did so well. Thank you for letting us do that for you. So so good for us.”

Kokichi gently (Kokichi doing anything gently? Odd.) shifted you to Kiibo’s arms as he got off of the bed. Your eyelids felt weighted, but your heavy breathing had gone back to normal. Kiibo continued kissing your cheeks and holding you up, telling you how wonderful you were. The sounds of running water were lulling you barely into sleep.

Kokichi returned with a warm washcloth in hand. He lifted one of your lethargic legs, and then hesitated.

“Can I…? If you want to do it yourself that’s fine.”

You smiled a little bit. Kokichi was being kinda…sweet. You nodded, and he went to work gingerly cleaning you off. After he was done, he walked off and you heard him running the water again. It was Kiibo’s turn to clean off a bit, and he handed you over to Kokichi, who slid your panties back up your legs. Carefully, he leaned you back against the mattress and pulled the covers over you, him facing you. His arms fell around your waist, and yours around his, your face in his neck once again. His smaller body seemed bigger than usual as he was wrapped around you.

Kiibo shuffled out of the bathroom, and flicked off the light.

“Got a charging cord?” Kokichi asked.

“Yeah, I’ve got my retractable one.”

You couldn’t see anything, since you were facing the wall the bed was against, but you assumed the noises you were hearing was Kiibo plugging himself in, and that the weight next to you on the bed was the android climbing in with the two of you.

Kiibo wrapped his arms around you, his above Kokichi’s, and rested his chin on your shoulder.

It was kind of uncomfortable with the three of you together on a twin mattress, but it was nice. Kokichi and Kiibo were warm, and comfortable, and you were so, so tired.

“Your hair smells nice,” you felt Kiibo rumble next to your ear.

“Sorry, was that weird?”

You lifted your head to turn to him. “Nah. It was dorky, though. Thanks,” you chuckled a little.

“Thank you guys…for doing this for me. I mean, the diary thing I’m still totally gonna kill you over, Kokichi, but the rest was…nice.”

Kokichi grinned and laughed his stupid little laugh. “Nice is an understatement. You loved that.”

Quietly, so as to not disturb you, he mimicked your moans and whimpers from earlier. “Ahhh! Kiibo! Kokichi! Lemme cum, lemme cum!”

You flicked his head. “Oh shut up, dweeb.”

“I’m glad you liked it, though.” Kiibo mumbled.

“Pfft, I’m glad you liked it. Where did you learn to eat someone out like that?”

“I have internet access, y/n. I just did some of my own research,” he smirked.

“Neeeerrrrrrd,” you teased him.

“Whatever, just sleep. You’re exhausted, and my…” he paused to yawn, “battery needs to charge, too.”

“Alright, night guys.”

Kiibo had already changed to sleep mode, the whirring reminding you of a PC that had fallen asleep, and Kokichi looked like he was asleep, so you adjusted yourself back into a comfortable position and closed your eyes.

You were so tired that you almost didn’t feel it when Kokichi kissed your cheek.

Maybe today wasn’t that bad.

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