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GUNDHAM:

◊ He already knows a bunch about Musicals; especially the darker ones.

◊ He thinks your Ultimate is amazing, he loves all your plays.

◊ Neither of you know which between the two of you is more dramatic.

◊ Your dramatic personalities often intertwined, merging the two of you and making you both into one huge drama queen.

◊ It gives everyone a headache as you both scream, “My toe hurts!-” “My king’s toe hurts! Someone bring an ambulance, stat!”

◊ “Someone get the fucking chlorofoam-” “Hiyoko no-”

◊ This is a bad example, but you get my point-

◊ He enjoys Shakespeare and dark love story plays/musicals.

◊ So he would definitely enjoy acting one with you on stage, if you let him.

◊ He’ll somehow incorporate his Dark Devas into the play just for an excuse to bring them with him on-stage.

◊ Once he was playing Romeo and abandoned Juliet to save Cham-P after he ran offstage to eat a sunflower seed someone dropped on the floor.

◊ Fuck Juliet, mans knows his priorities.

◊ He’s kind of a musical theatre nerd, he enjoys discussing the message behind musicals you’ve played.

◊ Throwing in some compliments about how well you perceived the character, and how pretty you looked.

◊ He is always extremely proud and amazed at your ability to sing, dance and act so well all at the same time.

◊ He believes you don’t get enough credit for doing what you do, so he makes sure you know how proud he is of you.

◊ He sometimes quotes Shakespeare or some other dark musical while you two hung out, it was kinda cute seeing him geek out like that.

◊ “As said in ‘The Merry Wives of Windsor’, Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.“ Gundham quoted, pride laced in his words as he was proud of remembering that. “Gundham… it’s literally 5 am in the morning, the party starts at 12 pm. Go back to sleep.” Gundham blinks and nearly falls asleep where he stood. “Mmkay.”

◊ If he saw you dress up as the witch in Wicked, he would be whipped.

◊ His evil queen? In an evil costume? A dream come true!

◊ He thinks you look absolutely fabulous and praises you a bunch after the show, telling you how pretty you looked while you acted.

KAZUICHI

◊ He wouldn’t know much about musical theatre, since he’s more into machines.

◊ But when you told him to come to a play you were going to star in, he jumped at the offer.

◊ 90 minutes of you? He must be the luckiest guy in the world!(Nagito would be proud)

◊ After watching his first play, he decides he is obsessed with musical theatre now, going to all your shows.

◊ He loves all the romance based musicals, he’s a sucker for romance what can he say?

◊ He’d obsess over all your plays, going into a lot of detail about his favourtite parts.

◊ He’s kinda like, your #1 fan.

◊ He has posters of musicals you’ve starred posted around his dorm room, just a bunch of merch of you and all the musicals you starred in.

◊ When you tell him he has a backstage pass because he’s your boyfriend, he is overjoyed. 

◊ He actually trained a bit to be one of the backstage crew members.

◊ He learned how to fix your make up during intermissions, fix a loose stitch on your costume, all that good stuff.

◊ Though every time he sees your face up close for make up, he goes speechless.

◊ He wonders every time, how the hell did he get someone like you?

◊ Though his hands are shaking from how nervous he was, he still managed to make you look absolutely amazing.

◊ He’d blast a bunch of musical soundtracks while he works on his machines, screwing on and unscrewing things with a bop.

◊ I can imagine Kazuichi jamming with you in the car. The car moving violently as you two bounced to the rhythm like mad men.

◊ I think he’d get pretty insecure if he saw you with a love interest, he would think that when you two shared a staged kiss or scene, that it was actually full of love and not fake

◊ But when you cheer him up and tell him how much you love him, he realizes he was being silly over nothing.

◊ After watching many many romance musicals, you notice he gets more romantic; most likely mimicking the love interests.

◊ He is still a bit insecure, but if he does more romantic things, you’ll love him right?

◊ You enjoy the silly grand gestures of love, but you try and assure him constantly that you don’t need any of it.

◊ You only need him <3

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You were sleeping in your room when you heard your door bell ring. You groaned out a rushed, “I-I’m coming!” You quickly got out of bed, completely overlooking the fact that you weren’t wearing pants. You walked up to the door, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with one arm, and opening the door with the other. Your eyes widened and you fully woke up when you were faced with the two boys your heart was split for. Nagito and Rantaro.

Nagito; You believed Nagito was sweet and had good intentions. His hope rants that everybody thought was annoying, were adorable to you. You could understand his perspective and his need to help everyone, he convinced you that hope really was beautiful. Not only that, but every time you hung out with him, he always made you feel better about yourself. He would constantly compliment you and put you on a pedestal, worshipping the floor you walk on.

Rantaro; You had grown to rely on this man, being timid all your life has been hard. So he helped you cope with your anxiety, never pushing you to go too far out of your comfort zone. He was always patient, and that’s what you loved about him. He would always be gentle but stern with you, and he always took care of you. 

As you can see, you were torn between the two. You couldn’t choose who you loved more, Nagito or Rantaro. So you can imagine the surprise on your face when you saw the only 2 boys that you fell for, right in front of you. 

“My hope- Mmphh?” Nagito made a confused noise and turned his head to look at Rantaro, his speech rudely interrupted when Rantaro slapped his hand on Nagito’s mouth, “Why aren’t you wearing pants?” He scolded you, looking directly at your strawberry patterned panties. 

“Uhh- Huh?” You looked down before realizing you weren’t wearing pants. “O-oh! Ahh! Sorry, sorry!” You panicked as you turned around to try and look for pants, slightly bending over. Your ass was now exposed to the two boys you loved the most, unknowingly making both of their pants stretch. 

“My hope, you don’t need to worry about those!” Nagito pushed past Rantaro, you turned around and looked at him with a puzzled expression. “In fact, you don’t need to worry about clothes at all!” He grinned widely, you confusedly looked over to Rantaro to explain. “You just had to ruin the mood.”

Rantaro glared at the hope-crazed man, rolling his eyes as he continued, “Listen s/o, w-we both like you and we were wondering if… I don’t know, if we could share you?” He looked at his shoes, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. You looked at him with a dumbfounded expression, before realizing what had just happened.

“..Like me? Oh. Oh! Haha, you almost caught me there…! Funny. That was a pretty shitty joke though to be hones-” Rantaro sighed as he grabbed your face and kissed you. Your eyes open and shut as you grabbed onto his shoulders.

Your breathing quickened and your arousal pooled underneath your cunt. Nagito was already getting hot and heavy from watching the two of you make out. Rantaro slowly backed you up until the back of your knees hit your bed, making you fall back onto the bed. Rantaro unwillingly let go of your lips, “Komaeda-” He breathed out, “Your turn.” 

Komaeda’s eyes widened as he was called, “Ah.. Is trash like me really even worthy of touching a deity such as s/o-” “J-just shut up and kiss me, please?” You beckoned him towards you, breathing uneven. He quickly complied to your demand, on his knees in front of your spot on the bed.

Before leaning in however, he was still unsure if you truly wanted to do this, to do this with trash like him. So to confirm your consent he asked, “Is this okay?” He wanted to make sure you were comfortable, this being your first time after all. “Y-yes.”

You looked up at him with need in your eyes, pressing your thighs together from the anticipation. “Please.” He slowly leaned into you and kissed you gently, giggling softly at the sensation of your lips. He eagerly kissed your lips before he pulled away, 

“I can’t believe I-I’m actually kissing you! Just my luck, huh?” he smiled down at your flustered, vulnerable state. His kisses continued to overwhelm your senses, trailing down from your lips to your neck and collarbone. Leaving small love bites, provoking you to let out his favourite noises. 

You almost forgot about Rantaro until you felt a warm body slip underneath you, moving you into their lap. “Don’t forget about me, angel.” He breathed out a shaky sigh as he felt you squirm on top of his groin. He bit down on your shoulder as Nagito moved his focus to your breasts.

He hastily threw off the article of clothing preventing his access to your chest, and latched his mouth onto your nipple. “No bra? Just my luck.” Komaeda chuckled darkly against your skin, a new found dominance laced within his words. 

You whimpered at the dominance emitting from him, clenching your thighs together eagerly. Rantaro slid his arm around your torso to cup one of your breasts, massaging it as he gave you another hickey on your shoulder. You let your hand snake between your legs whilst the two were focused on your neck and breasts.

You attempted to relieve yourself from the pulsing of your pussy, but before you could even brush your fingers against your clit, Rantaro stopped you. He gripped your wrist and laughed at your desperation. “Would you like me to help relieve you?” He asked, replacing your hand with his. You peeped as you felt his finger tips graze against your clothed pussy. 

Seeing you so needy for your pussy to be touched, Nagito shifted his attention to the main course in between your legs. Rantaro took of your panties with one hand and gropped your breast with the other, “Mm…!” you moaned at the feeling of your glistening cunt being exposed to the air. Nagito watched as your pussy twitched in awe, wanting nothing more than to just dive in.

But his needs were unimportant, for he wanted you to enjoy this experience to the fullest. Which meant he had to hold back a little. “Rantaro, let’s switch.” feeling as though he indulged in your pussy enough, switching his attention back to your breasts.

Komaeda set himself underneath you, as Rantaro moved in between your legs, gripping the sides of your hips. Rantaro stared at your clenching pussy for a few moments, wanting to keep this image locked forever in his mind.

You whined impatiently, wanting nothing more than his mouth on your clit. “P-Please! Please Rantaro, I need it so bad!” You looked down at him between your legs, the sight making you want to cum right then and there. 

Rantaro kissed your clit, causing you to let out a pleasured gasp. Your body stiffened up at the pleasure, Nagito kissed your neck to help you relax into it while Rantaro latched his mouth onto the small bundle of nerves.

Sucking on to it and letting go slowly, altering the pressure with his mouth, repeating this process until your legs were shaking from the stimulation. “Shit! g-good, it feels so fucking good.” You sighed out. Proud of his influence on you, he sucked a bit harder against your clit, making you tense up and let out a high pitched whine.

“Please! M-more..! Sh-shit!” He licked in between your folds, collecting your arousal on his tongue. Said action, urged out a low moan from you. While you were focused on the pleasure between your legs you could also feel Nagito’s bulge underneath you, grinding against your ass. 

The sensation of Rantaro playing with your clit combined with Nagito’s bulge grinding on to you, felt overwhelming. You felt as if you were going to combust. A pit formed itself in your stomach, “Ranta- Nagi- I-It feels fun- NGhn -ny! F-fuck!”

You managed to sob out, you couldn’t speak properly from the pleasure building up, “Nagito, you finish her off.” You panted as you watched the boys switch positions. “Ple-please keep going! I-i think i’m almost there..!” Nagito quickly dived in your pussy, his tongue exploring your vulva.

 “Shi-Ah!” You moaned out particularly loud when Nagito curled his tongue inwards, scraping your walls. Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt yourself slowly being pushed off the edge. All it took was a small flick of Nagito’s tongue on your clit and Rantaro’s teeth on your neck, and you completely lost yourself.

You screamed out in overwhelming pleasure as you felt your climax washing over you like a tidal wave. “fuckfuckfuckfuckhhohmygod- hhaah..!” Nagito helped you ride out your high, happily licking up your juices. Nagito let go of you once he noticed you starting to get overstimulated. Seeing as this was your first time, he decided it wouldn’t be best to let you experience that just yet.

Rantaro kissed your shoulder and Nagito kissed your thighs before getting up from his knees and laying next to you. You were sandwiched between the two, Rantaro holding you, whilst you held Nagito. Rantaro kissed the back of your head, squeezing you gently. “You did so well baby, did it feel good?”

Rantaro hummed against your ear, kissing that as well. You nodded as you tightened your grip against Nagito, closing your eyes. “…I love you, my hope.” Nagito took your hand that was wrapped around his waist up to his lips. Leaving a chaste kiss on your knuckles. 

UKGBJHFJVNMF im sorry if it seemed a bit rushed or if it seemed like it was missing a few things, like i said, im still kinda new to writing smut but i still hope it wasn’t too bad! thank you for reading :)

-mod chia

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NEKOMARU NIDAI

◊ Nekomaru isn’t a fan of cock-warming. He doesn’t hate it, but he just doesn’t see why you don’t just have sex instead of half-assing it(hey, his words, not mine).

◊ Nekomaru prefers to do everything with his 100%; and that includes fucking you too.

◊ The only times you’ll ever get him to cock warm, is when he’s unexpectedly burnt out after intense training. But mind you, this is almost never. He’s always ready to fuck you no matter how tired he is, but if you insist on cock-warming, he’ll eventually cave in to your puppy-dog look.

◊ 90% of the times you cock-warm with this large man, ends up in fucking. The whines coming from you as he practically tears you in half with his huge girth, and the slight bucks of his own hips combined, almost always result in rough sex; probably rougher than usual, actually.

◊ Since you’re practically teasing him by simply sitting on his dick, and not moving, all that frustration and need builds up, and he ends up taking you from the back until you’re near tears.

◊ In all honesty, the amount of time it takes for you to take his length in its entirety at the start of sex, is long enough to be able to call it cock-warming. 

◊ I imagine cock-warming with Nekomaru would probably feel amazing, his length would fill you to the brim, leaving you full and satisfied. Although at the same time, almost unbearable. He’s huge, so I imagine sinking down on him would be painful as hell, as well as having him almost destroying your small body, compared to his. 

◊ When you both cock-warm, he allows you to take your time fitting his entire girth inside your itty-bitty hole he loves being inside of so much. He always laughs playfully at how cute you look, struggling to mount him. 

◊ For once, he lets you do all the work, groaning loudly as he lays back and has you practically swallow his dick whole with your entrance. But if he sees you’re struggling, he’ll happily support your waist, holding up your entire weight with ease as he smiles encouragingly at your efforts. 

◊ When you do cock-warm, Nekomaru gets a bit squirmy, he can’t help the urge to just take you right then and there instead of just have you sit on him like that. The slightest movement of his hips, never fail to leave you gasping for air, he really was huge. 

◊ Muttering small apologies, he’d kiss you gently, giving you the illusion that he’d go easy on you, before jerking his hips up slightly and knocking the air out of you. 

◊ Gentle laughs rumble all throughout his body, and he can’t help but laugh even more as you seem affected by his laughing too.

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NAGITO

You were walking around the beach with Nagito, hand in hand. You two conversed about random topics, though Nagito mostly talked about hope obviously. As you two talked, you didn’t notice a certain pig-tailed girl make her way towards you. The both of you being too entranced by the other.

As you turned your head to see Hiyoko charging towards you, you were too slow to avoid her gremlin-like hands, Hiyoko was able to snatch your mask off. Your eyes widened in shock at the feeling of your mask being removed, but before you could even feel the air hit your face, Nagito acted quickly. 

He hastily brought you into a hug, gently pressing your face against his shoulder, shielding your scar from view. Personally, Nagito adored your scar, for he loved every part of you.

Despite all his countless compliments and sentiments, he knew how insecure you still were. So he did what he needed to do, for your sake. Feeling a warmth engulf your heart, you teared up at Nagito’s actions. You truly appreciated him.

You stood there in Nagito’s embrace, the embarrassment finally hitting you like a brick shortly after. Oh, how you were glad Nagito was there. Nagito curled his arm protectively around your body, “Not cool, Hiyoko-san. What a terrible act of despair.” He shook his head and sighed from disappointment,

“Well it’s okay, your talent isn’t completely wasted. Because you can become a wonderful sacrifice for the other ultimates! Don’t you think?” Nagito spoke with sickly sweet tone, his words becoming louder and more crazed with time. He looked directly into Hiyoko’s panic-stricken irises with his swirled ones as he grinned.

“W-what are you saying? If you’re threatening m-me, I’ll tell the others!” Nagito nodded his head with an inappropriately cheerful smile, “Go ahead! Tell them what you did!” Nagito giggled maniacally, successfully scaring her away. She made a sound of frustration before skittering away like a cockroach. 

Hearing Hiyoko’s footsteps fade away, you slowly relaxed into Nagito’s protective embrace. Nagito slowly calmed down from his previous state as well, relieved that the rat was gone.

He didn’t let go of you until he realized what he was doing, “M-my hope! I’m so sorry, I know you probably didn’t want to hug trash like me-” He tried pulling away but you shoved his body back towards you. “… Thank you.” He let out a small squeak before hesitantly hugging you back. 

He brought his hands up to cup your face, seeing your face properly without your mask. Your eyes widened as you struggled to hide your face from his gaze. But before you could move away he kissed your scar multiple times, leaving you in a daze.

Your face got redder with every kiss he gave you, eventually he stopped right before your lips. “I love every single part of you, especially your scars, so don’t hide them from me.” And he leaned in.

GUNDHAM

 You were in the rocket punch market with Gundham, searching the aisles for freeze dried strawberries. You and Gundham wanted to get his hamsters a treat so they can, ‘rise and become the rulers of the island!‘ as the great prince of darkness said.

You looked through the candy aisle, searching for the dried fruit. While skimming your hand through the various plastic packages, you accidentally brushed your hand against Gundham’s. You both pulled away and flushed from the contact. 

You hid your blushing face in your mask, whilst he hid his in his scarf. You both apologized profusely to each other, “S-sorry! I wasn’t watching my hand and-” “S/o, you must’t apologize! It was me who was at fault.” You two kept bickering back and forth, before ultimately reaching a common ground. ‘It was the package’s fault.’ Hiyoko rolled her eyes at your disgustingly adorable ‘argument’.

You two went back to searching for the treat, stealing small glances from each other. God, you guys acted like an oblivious awkward teen couple. Hiyoko watched your dumbasses act like idiots and got sick of it, she just wanted her goddamn gummy bears.

She groaned before barging into your aisle, “You guys are so annoying! Ugh, can’t you and freak-face just go already?” You winced at the insult, feeling that deep pit of insecurity all over again. 

Hiyoko went up to you and smacked your mask off, “For fuck’s sake, why do you even like this nerd? They’re so ugly!” You scrambled to your knees to pick your mask back up. But before you could, she stepped on it.

You whimpered at the broken material, letting your hair cover your face like a curtain. You slowly stood up with one hand on your face, about to leave as Hiyoko said but Gundham quickly grabbed your wrist. 

He faced Hiyoko with a threatening aura surrounding him, “Puto vos esse molestissimos, vacca stulta.” Hiyoko looked at Gundham with scared confusion, “The fuck? A-are you cursing me?” Gundham looked at Hiyoko dead in the eyes before taking another breath, 

“Faciem durum cacantis habes, futue te ipsum!” Hiyoko slowly backed away, feeling chills run up her spine. “I just wanted some damn gummy bears!” Hiyoko wailed before turning on her heels and out the doors. 

Gundham turned to you, checking if you were okay. But instead, you stepped away from him. You didn’t want him to see your scar, you didn’t want him to think you were ugly. “Wait- I- My mask-” You choked up, feeling a panic attack bubble up from your chest.

Gundham looked at you with concern, it pained him to see you in such distress. Grabbing your shoulders, he spoke to you with a strong, confident voice, “S/o. You are the darkest light in my life, I adore every part of you. Your battle scars, your charisma, you. I love you.”

He moved your hair away from your face, and lightly kissed your scar. “Your scar proves how incredible you are, it proves you’ve fought the demons in hell! And that just makes you even more perfect.”

You smiled when you heard him call you perfect, unsure of when someone last called you that. You continued to cry harder, but instead of in pain, you cried from the overwhelming love you had for this man. 

sorry for taking long! and thank you for requesting :)

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NAGITO

first kiss!

• for your first kiss together, you would definitely have to initiate it
• he thinks he’s too worthless to even touch you; so kissing you would be pushing it, he thought
• nonetheless, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t dreamt of it
• though he’d still feel guilty for imagining such things
• he’s scared that if he kisses you, you’ll think that he’s a bad kisser and realize that you deserve more, not trash like him-
• he’d over think a lot, always second-guessing himself
• so kissing you simply because he wanted to would be pretty rare
• lemme paint a small scenario >:)
• You and Nagito stayed in your dorm, away from the noise and classroom chaos.
• You leaned over his body, caging him in with your arms. Your hips sat right above his, as you slowly leaned in. 
• -but not before nagito’s,
• “A-are you sure you want to kiss trash like me?” Nagito breathed out, eying your lips with a need. 
• As much as he wanted to pounce on you, he was scared he would be risking your relationship by indulging in his selfish desires. 
• You narrowed your eyes at him and sighed, “Do you want to kiss me?” Your eyes softened as you spoke, patiently waiting for his response whilst you hovered over his body.
•  “Of course, my hope! But I just… I don’t want you to regret anything.” His voice wavered at the end of his sentence, looking away from you guiltily. 
• You smiled fondly at his answer, “I could never regret anything with you.” You assured before craning your neck down and gently capturing his lips in yours without hesitation. 
• As you two locked lips, his mind rinsed itself of his doubts about you not wanting to kiss him. The confident vibe you gave off as you kissed him, convinced him that maybe, just maybe you actually wanted to do this. 

making out!

• like i mentioned before, you would have to initiate kisses and basically any type of physical affection, with some acceptions.
• he would subconsciously cuddle you sometimes or leave you with a forehead or cheek kiss if you had assured him in advance that it was okay
• a makeout session with Nagito would start of gentle, softer and more romantic.
• every kiss would have meaning to it, he would put his love within each one.
• but as he keeps going, he finds his self control slipping away when he hears your moans.
• he gets a bit feral and messier, grabbing your waist to bring you closer to him.
• eventually his lips would move down to your neck, leaving small gentle kisses as he moved down.
• he wanted to leave evidence that he was on you, but he doesn’t want to taint your skin with him.
• so he doesn’t leave any visible marks
• he, however, loves it when you mark him
• any touch from you drives him crazy but damn, hickeys?
• he would not shut up as you sucked on his neck,
• constantly gasping and mewling.
• he loves having proof of you on his neck, so he doesn’t hide them.
• he walks with pride as everyone openly gapes at his neck.
• “Damn, Nagito getting some!” Kazuichi raised his hand to high five Nagito. You glared at them while Nagito shrugged and high-fived Kazuichi.

i don’t really know where i went with kokichi’s, but i still hope it was somewhat enjoyable! Thank you for requesting!

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You had noticed Nagito’s strange behaviour around you before anything had really escalated. How he would act when you talked to other people that weren’t him, how his eyes would swirl every time you pointed out a contradiction during a class trial, how you caught him following you countless times, the list just keeps going.

This strange behaviour started around the first few months of your relationship. You hadn’t really given this much thought, thinking he was just being his normal hope-crazed self, but then it started to get a bit… out of hand.  

You noticed things starting to disappear from your cottage, such as undergarments, articles of clothing, even your toothbrush. Not only that, before you would drift off to sleep, you would hear camera flashes and see flashes of light behind the skin of your eyelids. You knew it was getting out of hand, and you had a very strong feeling that Nagito was the cause of the disappearance of items.

And so you left the un-safety of your cottage to go visit Nagito and confront of him of the strange things happening to you. You marched towards his cottage in your stiletto high heels that didn’t match the atmosphere of the island, but still sent others the message that you don’t give a fuck, nor would you start giving fucks. You lifted your hand to ring the door bell on Nagito’s door but stopped mid-way when you heard the high-pitched moans and giggles coming from the other side of the door.

What sounded like him moaning out your name and a faint slapping noise. Instead of ringing the doorbell, you broke into his cottage and locked the door behind you.

When you broke into his cottage, the first thing you saw was Nagito. All of Nagito. He was sprawled across the bed, completely bare except for his boxers hanging on for dear life on his foot.

His face was flushed and his cock that was dripping pre-cum, was being held by his right hand. His other hand was clutching onto undergarments that looks awfully like the ones you lost last week, they were placed on top of his nose.

Nagito’s face, painted with dazed shock, whilst yours looked pissed. Nagito dropped the garments and tried to say something–most likely something degrading about himself–but the domineering gaze you cast upon him made him think twice. Instead he let out a pathetic whimper as he gulped.

Instead of looking at the obvious photos of you sleeping on his wall, and a literal shrine dedicated to your lost things, you decided to look at the main cause of it all. It was silent for a moment, all that could be heard was Nagito’s panting and the click-clacking of your heels slowly moving towards his bed. Nagito’s eyes followed your movements, smiling maniacally the closer you went to him. “Nagito.” You broke the silence, smiling a smile that made him think you would spare him, but your eyes said otherwise.

You straddled his waist, your ass hovering over his painfully hard erection. “Did you really think you would be spared after what you’ve done?” You questioned, a once bright smile had completely disappeared from your face, no trace of it ever being there in the first place. Nagito just giggled and stared back at you with insane eyes.

“So?, good boys answer questions or else they get punishment. Or is that what you want? You want me to punish you?” You reached down and grabbed Nagito by the dick watching as he jerked up from the sudden contact. “Y-yes! Please punish me, my hope! Show me despair so your hope will overcome it! Haha yes! Do your worst to me, my hope!” He laughed out.

You let go of his dick and got off of him. Nagito looked at you with a confused expression, “My hop-?””Get on your hands and knees, face down, ass up.” You ordered him.

He excitedly did exactly as you told, squeaking as he felt you pull his arms behind his back and tie them against his shoulders, incapacitating his arms with rope you found on his nightstand. You didn’t want to question why he had it in the first place, you were too scared to know the answer. “Count to 5.″ Nagito obeyed like a dog, not wanting to disappoint its owner. 

“one.″ *smack* You spanked his asshole, watching as he clenched around nothing.

“t-two.″ *smack* His cock twitched from the sudden stimulation that felt like lightning shooting through his body.

“thre-aH!″ *smack* He was sure he was going to cum just from this.

“Four-” *smack* “fuck I-I’m cumminggg..! pleasepleaseplease-” He whined as he felt his climax coming up.

He couldn’t even make it to five before almost cumming, but he wasn’t going to cum. No, you pinched the tip of his dick and squeezed, cancelling his high. Nagito whined as he felt his high slowly go back down, tears glossing over his eyes at how close he was. “Please s/o, I’ll be good! P-please let me cum!”

He turned around to look at you. Your panties had been ruined from his adorable whines and begs. You looked at his hopeful expression, your eyes darkening as you scanned his helpless form. You were looking at him as if you were a predator and he was your prey.

“Begging? You’re going to try begging? Pathetic. Honestly darling, we haven’t even started! I thought you wanted to be punished, hm? Now shut up, and be the good dog that you are for me, okay?” You pushed his face back into the mattress and spanked him one last time, hearing him groan from the sudden contact he wasn’t prepared for.

“Now did you really think you could take things from me, and have me not notice? Oh beautiful, tonight you won’t be cumming at all! Oh, but maybe if your luck is on your side today, you’ll get a taste of me. Would you like that? Would you like to make me feel good?” Nagito nodded furiously against the pillow his face was on.

You could hear a muffled, please. “Good boy.” You rubbed his red ass, silently apologizing for being too rough. Your fingers grazing over his asshole, rimming it. You spat on his ass hole and rubbed it into his hole with your index and middle finger.

Slowly, you plunged your fingers into his hole and started thrusting at a moderate pace. “Mmphf!” He moaned into the pillow his face was against, groaning at the stretch. As your fingers got deeper and faster, his moans got louder. He squirmed against his bindings, the pleasure being too much. “mm gonna cum…!”

He managed to squeal out. You kept going until you saw his cock twitch, ripping his high away from him when you pulled out. He was about to complain until he heard the noise of a drawer opening and the sound of something being switched on, a noise that sounded like a vibe following after.

His ears perked up at the familiar sound of his vibe. “Oh? What’s this?” You said innocently, your intentions anything but. Shortly after you questioned the toy, Nagito felt it prodding against his hole. His breath hitched, mentally preparing him for the bright pink dildo vibe that was about to tear into his ass. You bottomed out the toy in one quick motion, Nagito arched his back letting out a high-pitched moan. “Fuck! Yes, my hope! I-it feels so good-mmM oh my goddd.” 

Nagito’s body went limp as he completely relaxed into the vibration, eyes rolling into his skull. Slowly but deeply, you plunged the toy into his ass, grazing his prostate. “I- ahhhhhnnnhaaaaaaaahh.” “Aw, baby boy can’t think anymore? Have I fucked you stupid? How adorable.”

You plunged the toy even deeper, turning on the setting to the highest vibration. Nagito’s moans got louder and louder until he was practically screaming. You saw his cock twitch for the 3rd time that night and so you turned off the vibration and took the toy out of him. Nagito let out a cry, 

“No! n-no..! Please! Please, I won’t do it ever again! I won’t take pictures, I won’t take your things! Please let me cum! My hope please! I-I’ll be your dog, I’ll be your slave! I c-can’t take it anym-more please let me cum!” He was downright sobbing at this point, begging for release. Any touch you gave him, made him jolt and groan out in pleasure. He was too sensitive.

Deciding to spare him, you flipped him around so that he was on his back. You could now clearly see how much he wanted a release.

Tears streaming down his flushed face, and shaking from the sensitivity. Seeing as how you put this man through enough torture, you took off your undergarments and sunk down on his cock in one swift motion, not needing to adjust from how wet you had gotten. “Holy shit.”

Nagito let out a breath as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, drool coming out the corner of his mouth as you bounced up and down quickly. “Y-you’re doing so well baby, it’s okay.” You uttered out as you leaned down to kiss his forehead, pinning your arms to the side of his head.

 Your breath fanned against his neck as you kept bouncing on his dick. “c-cummmmmnnng…!” Nagito whined out as he felt you going even faster to try and finish him off. “Y-yes! Let me fill you with hah!-hope, I’mmmm so closee….!”

Nagito shut his eyes as he felt his high coming. “Come on, let go darling.” You whispered into his ear as you felt his load shoot up into your cunt. He let out an animalistic groan during his high and bit onto your shoulder, the pleasure being painfully powerful.

Panting, you untied his arms and lifted your leg to try and get off him. Before you could get off him however, “W-wait, can I taste you?” Nagito looked up at you pleadingly. You sighed out a chuckle and hovered your hips over his mouth, letting him lap all of your juices.

He moaned, sending vibrations up your body and sending you over the edge. “Fuck! K-keep going baby boy, don’t stop.” You moaned out as you felt him eagerly suck your clit, riding you through your high. Once you calmed down you got off him and cradled his head into your chest. 

“You did well baby. But in all seriousness, if you try any of that shit again, you won’t cum for a month.” You huffed out in annoyance, “You forget who the dom is in this relationship Nagito.” Nagito simply nodded, tired and sore from getting denied 3 orgasms.

 “m sorry, won’t be like that again.” He muttered out, scooting further into your chest. “I love you, okay? You don’t need to take pictures of me, I’m right here.” You whispered, slowly falling asleep. “love you too.” 

another all nighter :)

anyways, its been long since i’ve written smut, i thought i wouldn’t be able to, but oh well. i apologize if its not that good and if it doesnt make sense, ive never written anything yandere before so im a bit unexperienced in that field. anyway gn -mod chia

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“Nagito what-” You watched as Nagito sped passed you and into your room, you looked at him with a confused and worried expression. Before you could utter out another word, you were immediately pinned against your door, effectively shutting you and the door up. “Let me taste you. Please, my hope.” He breathed out, eyeing your lips.

You looked at him with surprise, feeling your panties dampen from the need in his voice. Instead of replying, you grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him towards you. He stumbled closer to you, slamming his hand beside your head for balance. You locked your lips with his, eagerly nipping at his bottom lip. He moved his body closer to you, moving his knee in between your legs.

His tongue in your mouth felt like heaven, you were putty in his hands. He brought his free hand up to pinch grope your chest from underneath your shirt, urging out a low moan from you. He pinched your nipple and trailed butterfly kisses down your jawline.

Taking off your shirt, he halted his assault on your jaw, discarding the material somewhere. He stopped for a moment, openly staring at your nude body. “So pretty, trash like me doesn’t even deserve you. But here you are.” The look he gave you made you feel like the most loved person in the universe. He felt his chest swell with love when he saw your face flush with embarrassment. 

Slowly he kneeled down, maintaining eye contact with you as he pulled down your panties. He broke eye contact once he saw your glistening pussy, wet with your juices. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the minute, a drop of your slick trailing down the inside of your thigh, proof of that.

Seeing this, Nagito pried open your legs, putting one over his shoulder. He licked the stray droplet of cum straight up your thigh, looking directly into your eyes the entire time. You looked at him with widened eyes, face flushed from the sight of his tongue up your thigh. 

“So wet… And all for me?” He tilted his head at you, flickering his eyes back to your pussy. You nodded furiously, he gripped your hips and pulled your lower body closer to his mouth. “Use your words, darling.” He breathed against your arousal, watching your pussy clench around nothing, just from his breath.

 “Fuck, yes, yes..! I-it’s all for you.” You let out desperate pleas, he grinned at your reaction before diving in. “That’s my baby.” You jolted up against the door when you felt Nagito’s tongue in between your folds, grazing over your clit. Collecting your cum and tasting it in his mouth, he craved more.

He ate you out as if you were his last meal, humming out in approval when he heard your moans. “Nagito- Shiiiiiittttt, ahN!” You whined out, tears brimming your eyes when you felt your climax approaching. “C-close!” You whined out, feeling Nagito vacuum his lips around your clit harder.

Your back arched against the door when you felt your climax wash over your body, legs and stomach twitching from the feeling. You were confused as you felt Nagito keep going, the overstimulation hurting you.

“Nagi-Ah! Wait! It’s too much!” You cried out, attempting to push yourself up, trying to create some distance between his mouth and your pussy. Nagito brought his hands up to your hips and pulled you closer to his mouth, watching as you struggled against his hold.

He sucked harder against your clit, looking up at your pleading tear-filled eyes. “Anh.. AH!” You brought your hands up to your head, wanting to pull your hair out from the oversensitivity. 

“Nagito please..!” You brought one of your hands back down to try and pull his head away, but it just seemed to make him more eager. You gasped out as you felt his tongue inside your pussy, aiming for the deepest parts of your cunt.

Sobbing frantically as you felt the familiar pit in your stomach form once again, “Mm-kah! Sh- No! nononono!” Your tears streaming down your face as you felt your high wash over again, it being stronger and more painful than the last. “You taste amazing, my hope.” He hummed against your pussy, making you flinch from the overstimulation.

You sobbed out when you felt Nagito still going. “Pl-please! No- No more! I can’t-” Nagito pulled away from your pussy for a second, “C’mon pretty baby, one more? For me?” Looking up at you with eyes you couldn’t say no to.

You looked at him with tears running down your face but nodded anyway. He dived in hungrily, wanting to taste more of you. He loved the way you twitched and flinched away from him, the cries coming out your mouth sounding like music to his ears. 

He inserted his tongue into your dripping cunt, his nose bumping against your clit. You whimpered as you felt him explore the inside of your pussy, not missing a spot. He was obsessed with the taste of you, not getting enough.

He kept eagerly attacking your overstimulated clit even after you begged him to slow down. You looked down at his ivory coloured locks, seeing him eagerly go at your pussy scared you. You were afraid he wasn’t going to stop until you were hysterical and delirious.

You weeped as you realized he might do just that. Fat tears ran down your face as you felt your high coming up for the 3rd time, you trembled as you felt yourself slowly come over the edge. Your 3rd orgasm crashed onto you, making your legs go limp. Nagito wrapped your legs around his head and used the door to support the rest of your body.

 He kept going, sucking all your juices from the last orgasm. You helplessly pushed his head away. You knew it’ll probably do nothing, but you still wanted to create even just a small gap from between where your bodies connected.

“N-nagito it- Hah!” You gripped onto his soft hair instincually, flinching your hips away from his unforgiving tongue. Once he made sure you were licked clean, he moved his head away from between your legs and slipped his hands underneath your knees and lower back. 

He gently carried you to your bed, “You did well, my hope.” He whispered into your ears before putting you down on the mattress, draping the blanket over you. He wanted nothing more to hold you but he was afraid you wouldn’t want to touch trash like him. So he turned around to leave but you caught his sleeve. He looked at you with a confused expression,

 “Yo-you just sucked 3 orgasms out of me, you are going to stay here and cuddle me. Understand?” You stared into his eyes, tone assertive and pleading at the same time. He looked at you in surprise, but realized you were right. 

He had just tongue fucked you until you couldn’t move your legs, he definitely owed you cuddles. He smiled softly and nodded, slipping underneath the bed sheets with you.

You pulled him closer to your naked body, needing the warmth. He gasped softly, but held you back. “You know my hope, you taste really good.” “I know, you literally ate me out until i was crying. I assume I must’ve.”

Nagito kissed your face lightly, “Sorry for that, by the way. Trash like me should’ve given you a break, I’m so stup-” You cupped his face in your hands, “You aren’t trash, you are amazing. Now, c’mere. You aren’t holding me tight enough.” Nagito looked at you in awe, slowly breaking into a genuine smile, holding you tighter as you said. “Thank you, my hope. You’re too kind.” You kissed his nose, “Not only are you amazing, you are also a fine piece of ass-”

When you realize most of the ways your smut ends is with them cuddling- neways, thank you again for requesting lmao i know i say this a lot, but i really appreciate it! 

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• Just like all the other ultimates, he thinks you are full of hope
• respects you and praises you constantly
• he thinks all of your cats are hopeful as well, praises them too
• When he saw you pet your cat with thoughtful and calculated strokes, the cat looked so calm
• he knew you must’ve known what you were doing
• he couldn’t help but wonder what it was like in the cat’s position
• Since you’re more used to cats than actual animals, you’d probably be shy
• so when you developed a crush on him, you shied away from him more than the rest
• he thought it was because you knew he was unworthy, and that caused you to avoid him
• even though he thought of himself as trash, he still felt bad that you thought of him as that as well(or so he thought)
• when he found out he had fallen in love with you, he would beat himself up about it, thinking he wasn’t even worthy to look at you
• I think Nagito would find your shy personality full of hope- endearing, one of the reasons why he loves you 
• eventually, after avoiding Nagito so much, his luck would cause you two to meet
• you were trying to find one of your cats, but you weren’t paying attention and accidentally bumped into him
• you flushed as you realized who it was.
• He mistakenly assumed your red face for anger
• “Oh sorry, trash like me shouldn’t even be touching you. You can beat me up if you’d like.” Nagito looked at you with an apologetic smile
• :0
• ›:0
• “K- Komaeda-kun, you’re not trash. A-and I’m n-not going to beat you up!” You looked at him with concern.
• “S/o-san, it’s alright! You don’t have to pretend-”
• With all the confidence you could muster, you tightly hugged his waist
• he didn’t even realize what was happening
• froze for a moment
• Him being the touch starved man he is, he almost cried
• but he swallowed the lump in his throat
• “S/o…”
• why did this turn into angst oh no
• after that whole thing, Nagito started following you around more
• he kinda just followed you around because he wanted you to hug him again
• your relationship with him would be a slow burn, for sure
• since neither of you had the confidence to ask the other out
• it was painful for the others to watch
• one time you two were just hanging out, and you kept eyeing his hair
• it reminded you a lot of a cat, and so your instinct was to reach up and pet it
• “Are you sure you want to touch trash like me?” 
• He said, to give you the option to stop. 
• — Even though he really didn’t want you to.
• Luckily for him, you just kept petting him and ignored what he said :>
• since you knew what you were doing, your pats would be heavenly
• he has passed out from your petting before because it felt too good
• if he started ranting about hope in a class trial again(or just being his normal batshit crazy self), you would pet him, and he would shut up
• “haHAHAHA-” 
• *pets* 
• ~silence~
• “… Thank you s/o.” Hajime sighed out in relief.

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Nagito looked up at you with an aroused look in his eyes, chest heaving from excitement. His hands were tied up above him, leaving him vulnerable and completely at your mercy.

“What do you want?” Your body radiated with dominance over the tied-up man below you. “You! Y-you, please- Haha!” He couldn’t help but let out a giddy laugh, as you leaned down to grab his twitching cock. He let out a low moan, arching his back against the hard ground. 

“Me? Do you think you deserve me?” You you stroke his cock tightly, marking his skin from excitement, grinning sadistically at his desperation.

“I wouldn’t want anything more than you.” You keep stroking his cock, feeling how hard it is. Your kneeling, and you squeeze harder and harder with every movement. His breathing gets heavier as you rub his dick.

You stop and lean back to sit on your butt so you can reach your fool to touch his still-hungry cock. You keep rubbing it with your feet, so you can use your own hands to touch yourself. You kick his dick around and make it bounce around. He shivers with with desire, wanting you to touch him more.

“What a disgusting little slut you are. You really think your poor excuse of a cock is worthy to cum from being touched by my beautiful hands?” You push his dick as hard as you can against his stomach and he whines as he feels an orgasm start to arise.

You retract your foot to let a hard final blow on him, kicking his cock and watching him lean forward, eyes rolling back in his head, moaning loudly. You stared at the tip of his cock, patiently waiting to see the translucide liquide to start dripping out.

He struggles with his hands tied, shaking from the intense orgasm you gave him. He smiles sadistically with he mouth wide open and saliva dripping off of his tongue into the puddle of semen that he released. You bring your feet back and stand up, then grab his face and squish it between your wet hands.

“You’re so adorable, my hope.”

He’s weak to his stomach, as if kicking him in the dick didn’t already make him feel that way. You slowly untie his hands, then leave to go clean up in the shower, leaving him sitting there, helpless, with the lingering pain in his throbbing cock, hoping you’ll come back for round two.

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Nagito jerked up from his sleep, tears running down his face. He had almost forgotten what it was like to be scared, but here he was; fucking terrified. All his efforts to suppress those feelings, fruitless as he sat on your shared bed, hyperventilating.

He looked over to your still sleeping figure with worry before burying his face in his hands. He violently rubbed his face with his rough hands, smearing his tears all over his flushed cheeks as he tried to get the thoughts in his head to stop. 

God, he just wanted to be happy, to actually appreciate you and all the things he’s gotten. But he knew, he knew that everything was too good to be true. He knew that being beside you like this was dangerous and could possibly kill you. 

Something bad is going to happen. 

That damned thought wouldn’t leave his head, terrorizing him as it repeated over and over again. After all, with every good thing that happens due to his luck, something terribly unlucky always follows.

Flashbacks from the deaths that were all caused by him, his luck; swirled in his head. His dog, his parents… He couldn’t take the guilt of it all, he couldn’t take the guilt of endangering you despite knowing the dire consequences of his luck. 

He was crying, sobbing, shaking from the guilt. He knew he needed to go, to get away from you and protect you. He was ahead of himself thinking that he could ever get someone like you and get away with it.

 The blaring alarm in his head telling him he needed to leave wouldn’t silence, yet he was too weak to even stand and get out of bed. Being too immersed in his own terrifying thoughts, he didn’t hear you shuffle over to him.  

He tensed as you quickly pulled him into your chest and back into the bed, “You shouldn’t even touch garbage like me, you’ll get hurt! I-I’ll kill you!” He yelped unlike his usual calm self as he thrashed weakly in your hold, intent to protect you. 

Though others would be taken aback by his threat-like statement, you knew what he truly meant; his luck would kill you. Though he struggled against you, you didn’t let go. 

Your heart broke, shattering in pieces as you heard his frantic breathing and wails muffled by his hands. Throughout your entire relationship with this man, you had never seen him breakdown like this before. 

Though that didn’t matter, because you would always be there for him during each one. No matter what. He had suppressed his feelings too much, as all of them started coming back up, pouring out of his eyes. 

Suddenly, he threw his arms around you, engulfing your entire body with his. Knowing that you wouldn’t let go, he decided to at least try and protect you from the incoming bad luck. 

Curling his back over you so he would get hit instead of you, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He repeated between choked sobs, “It was never your fault.” You truly believed his ultimate talent was never his fault, he was born with it, that could never be his fault.

To him, It didn’t matter if he indirectly put you in danger, it didn’t matter if he himself didn’t mean to do it. The blood was still on his hands because the ultimate luck was his ultimate, it was no one’s fault but his. 

He was being selfish and reckless to let you get so close to him, he knew that yet he still fell for you. He thought you were so full of hope to not get mad at someone like him for being so selfish. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve any of it. 

“I don’t deserve this, s/o.” He voiced his thoughts, laughing bitterly. “You deserve everything and more.” You refuted, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. “…I really, really, am in love with you.” You smiled at his defeated voice, you decided to quote him,

“I am… truly in love with the hope that sleeps inside you, Nagito-kun- Okay, okay! I’m sorry!” 

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A. how does your muse show affection?

Nagito has some trouble initiating affection, as he thinks he’s too revolting to even touch you, let alone talk to you. But when he does, though it’s rare, it’s adorable. He somehow makes you fall even harder for him like- HOW?? Anyway, when Nagito initiates affection, it’s usually when he can’t help himself or when you assure him beforehand that you want him to, you really do. Sometimes he would suddenly lean in to kiss you, softly and very gently. He would do this during times you look hopeful, or just when he realizes how lucky he is, and how much he loves you.

He throws away his insecurity for a few seconds to kiss you with so much love, you nearly collapse on the spot. He cherishes you, so he believes he should show you that sometimes. But he doesn’t know if you even want him to, he’s self-esteem is literal garbage. Immediately after he kisses you, he’d apologize over your reassurances that he doesn’t need to apologize. He definitely prefers gifting you things as a sign of his affection. 

F. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

*snorts* no. There are very very rare times where he says something smooth and accidentally slips in a flirt addressing you in a conversation, but he does it without realizing it. He’s absolute shit at flirting just for the purpose of wanting to flirt. Unless you can call his rants and speeches about how hopeful you are, and how much he appreciates you and cares for you, ‘flirts’.

Then yeah, I guess you could say he is a great flirt. When he flirts with you, it’s always because he means it. He doesn’t do it to get a reaction out of you(partially), he does it because if he doesn’t say anything about his overwhelming love for you, he might explode. So when he does flirt, it’s never something small. It’s a 6 page essay about the things he loves about you.

K. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

Each one of Nagito’s kisses always means something. He will never kiss you randomly, there’s always a reason for it; most of the time it’s because he loves you. But there are many other reasons for his kisses. Though Nagito wouldn’t be the best kisser, you can tell each one means a lot to him. The passion he put into his kisses, always leaves you breathless. His kisses are sloppy, desperate and wet, but lastly, gentle but not to the point where he’d treat you like glass. Every time he kisses you, he loses his composure and all his self-deprecating thoughts fade away as all he can think of is you. He’s intoxicated by you. So he can’t help but get a little rough, although he doesn’t want to hurt you or go overboard.

I wouldn’t call Nagito the best kisser, but he makes up for it with his cute moans. When he feels you kiss him back or take control of the kiss, he lets out cute, shaky and breathy moans. He’s ecstatic as he feels your lips press against his back, it made him happy to know you wanted him too. 

N. what is your muse like in bed?

Nagito, like when he kisses, is very desperate. He’s obsessed with you, obsessed with any small touch you give him. Nagito’s skin is incredibly sensitive, so any small lick or kiss against his bare skin, makes him shiver and moan. I can say this positively, Nagito has the biggest praise kink. He loves voicing how good you’re making him feel, seeing as how there was nothing to gain from not saying anything.

If you ever tell him how good he’s making you feel, he will almost instantly nut. Nearly visible hearts will literally shoot up from his head, as he fucks you harder and faster, hunching over you to thank you over and over again. Though he would usually tell you how he didn’t deserve such praise, he was too fucked out to even try and rant, so instead he took the praise and just made it his mission to make you feel amazing(as if it wasn’t already his no.1 priority-).

U. has your muse had their heartbroken?

If Nagito ever had his heartbroken, it’s likely he had prepared for it beforehand so he wouldn’t feel as terrible. He never expected them to stay with him forever anyway, there was always something biting at the back of his head, saying, “They don’t truly love you.”

Sadly, he wouldn’t even be that surprised. He’d definitely be upset, but he’d suppress his feelings as he usually does and goes to obsess about hope, moving on unhealthily quick. Hoping that eventually, he’ll forget about this. Though outside it may seem like he’s alright, the inside of him feels as if there’s something missing. He tries his best to not think about it, to not think of them. 

Z.  how many people has your muse slept with?

I don’t think he would be in a relationship long enough—or even be in a relationship—to actually get to the stage where he and they would fuck. Nagito would most likely never tell the person he crushes on, that he likes them, or just never has anyone say they love him back. The poor baby ends up scaring away everyone he loves or wants to love with his hope rants, so he doesn’t get many opportunities to do the deed with anyone, let alone kiss someone. Even when he does get offered an opportunity to fuck someone—literally anyone—due to his luck, he doesn’t really feel like it’ll mean anything so he doesn’t want to do it. At first, he did consider it, but after some thinking, he decided it wasn’t really a necessity to fuck anyway.

iufdbgfadjk i don’t like this one as much, sorry about that-

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• Gundham loves your art
• he absolutely adores it
• he hypes you up and supports your art all the time,
• even though he would probably give you weird compliments like, “Thou art is so beautiful that I can feel the dark lords trying to suck in the dark energy radiating off this beauty!” 
• It’d still be touching 
• You hide sketches of him in your notebook
• when he found them, he got extremely embarrassed but flattered at the same time
• “Y-you truly capture my essence, s/o! I thank you!”
• when he found out about the drawings of him, you gave up trying to hide it and just straight up asked him to pose for you
• He would pose in ridiculous positions for you, that would look weirdly cool(albeit a bit embarrassing but still-)
• he’s happy to know that you think he is worthy enough to be sketched by your hand.
• if you ever made sculptures of his dark devas of destruction, he would fanboy so hard over it
• he would lose his cool for a second, completely unleashing his fanboy
• “OH MY GOD THIS LOOKS SO GOO- Ahem, I-I am sure my dark devas of destruction will appreciate this.”
• when you two eventually got together, he would show you off a lot
• “Look at this masterpiece! And now look at the masterpiece’s art!” lmao
• unless you didn’t want to show off your art, he would understand, then praising you for your modesty
• he thought you didn’t want to show it because you didn’t want to destroy everyone’s self esteem
• He’s proud to have you as his s/o and he’s proud of your artistic ability
• would probably ask you to draw ritual signs on his arm, liking the way your ink looks on his skin
• he thinks having your ink on his skin will show everyone that he belongs to you and you, him uwu

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“Never before have I seen a hellbeast so cruel and viscious!” Gundham announced. “Even in its resting state, the monster is planning its next attack!”

“It’s a cat. In fact, this has to be one of the most well-behaved cats I’ve ever seen.” You stated whilst gently stroking its back, hearing the peaceful purr of a creature dozing off to sleep.

“Are you afraid it’ll attack one of your Dark Devas?”

He seemed extremely offended. “My Dark Devas of Destruction are the most powerful beings in this realm! They would crush your demon if it ever dare put a paw on them!”

“Oh really?” You teased, “then I suppose you wouldn’t mind letting them wander around alone, then?”

After a string of studdering, he retreated behind his scarf. “They… are merely in their mortal form. Besides! They must be with me at all times. When should an Overlord ever wander without his Guards?”

You scoffed, but decided to drop the topic. It was true, he brought his four hamsters Dark Devas everywhere he went. The only time they were ever outside of his scarf was at night when they went back in their cage, and even then he’d sit by the cage singing lullabies and reading stories to them until he dozed off, despite how much he claimed ‘an immortal like him did not require sleep.’

Unfortunately for his furry companions, this night he and you were going out for dinner. After several weeks of your nagging, he had finally agreed to bring you to a formal restaurant you had been wanting to try out. After hours of arguing that his Dark Devas were Service Animals, their entry was unfortunately denied. Begrudgingly, he finally agreed to part with them for a few hours.

“Mortals could not possibly comprehend the importance of you creatures.” He sighed as he released them into their cage. “Pathetic humans such as them do not even deserve to be in such a presence as you four!”

It was already thirty minutes past their reservation time. He had spent the last hour reassuring his animals, running back and forth grabbing extra supplies for them, and immediately returning the moment he stepped foot outside the door with a new claim of something he had forgotten to give them.

“You shouldn’t worry, Gundham. The cage takes up half the damn room, and it’s packed to the brim with treats and toys! They’re not going to escape, I don’t care how much you believe they’ve been practicing teleporting!” At this point, you were literally dragging him by the scarf out the door, taking his keys to lock the it behind you both to stop him from going back in. As you stuffed his ass into the passenger seat, you finally began to make your way to the restaurant.

Although it was true that his Dark Devas were not capable of teleportation, they did end up making their way out of the cage. You see, in the frenzy of dragging Gundham out of the house, he had clung on to the door of the cage. Although neither of you had noticed at the time, it had been broken. You had unknowingly created an opening large enough that even Cham-P, the largest among the Four Dark Devas, could fit through.

With this newfound freedom they immediately began to search for their dear overlord. To their horror, he had disappeared, leaving only a ferocious monster roaming free in their home.

At the other end of the hall stood this colossal beast with flesh-eating fangs and piercing-sharp claws. Its eyes were wide open, eyeing its prey.

Fortunately they had been trained for this.

In the blink of an eye they set into action, scurrying up the nearest table as the monster pounced. Maga-Z taunted it, avoiding its attacks and dodging every movement, focusing on keeping its attention away from the others. Sun-D bolted towards the seed box and started chucking them toward the monster, aiming to temporarily blind and distract it. Jum-P dove, soaring from the height until landing on the beast gripping to the fur with claws of their own. During this chaotic scene, Cham-P rushed toward one of the cat’s balls of yarn. Being the largest and strongest of the bunch they somehow managed to roll it toward the battle. With Maga-Z distracting the savage animal, the three other Heavenly Kings of Darkness quickly made work of it, arranging the rope around their foe until it was too entangled to move.

Briefly they investigated this strange creature, curious as to what to do with it. However there was still a much more important matter at hand; their king’s scent lingered, and with a fresh trail it became clear what should be done.

。。。

Voices bustled throughout the restaurant, though no matter how light the mood was it seemed to do nothing to calm Gundham’s nerves.

“I’m sure they’re okay. There’s no way they’d be in danger.” You tried to comfort him. Still, he seemed to poke at his food.

“They could have come searching for me! What, then, if they had traversed the boundaries of physical matter, and-“

“For the last goddamn time, they can’t teleport-“

C R A S H

With a smash, bits of shattered glass came flying into the restaurant. Simultaneously, both screams and silence echoed across the establishment. Leaping through the window was a cat landing gracefully on his plate as several familiar fur balls came tumbling down onto the table.

Needless to say, nobody was happy when they saw the bill.

。。。

“I told you, I foresaw it! They have only scratched the surface of their abilities, they must stay with me at all times to guide them!”

“Alright, fine. We’ll never go to another restaurant that doesn’t allow them in.” You let out a sigh. “I still have no clue how they got there.”

“There is no shame in admitting defeat. In fact, avoiding the truth would be considered cowardly.”

“Well, at least they’re friends now.”

“I’ve told you, they are displaying their dominance! This is a show of strength and status, nothing else!”

You looked over at Gundham’s lap to see your cat curled up in relaxation, cuddling and grooming his Dark Devas.

g u l p

You’d never seen a man preform the Heimlich maneuver on a cat so quickly in your life.

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“Gundham! Hey, c’mere I have something for you!” You beckoned Gundham toward you, hiding a ring pop behind your back. “Fuahaha! What did you need from the prince of darkness?!” Gundham deepened his voice dramatically, zooming over to you with a flamboyant smile on his face and birds standing on his shoulders. “Gundham those birds look so cool!” You beamed, carefully walking up to him, as to not scare them. “I know right!? A pack of animals were following me today!” He stepped to the side, revealing the line of rabbits and squirrels behind him.

Your jaw dropped, “Gundham could be the ultimate animal talker-to!” Gundham guffawed cockily, “Fuahaha indeed! Anyway, what did you wanna give me?” Gundham said curiously, cocking his head to peak behind your back. You nervously fiddled with the hem of your shirt, “Well, I got this for Halloween but I wanted to give it to you instead. Um, so we could get married!” Your nervousness left as quick as it came, smiling brightly as you presented him the candy ring. “Gundham Tanaka,” You got on one knee dramatically, “Will you marry me?” 

Gundham’s eyes widened before glossing over with tears, “S-s/o…” He wailed, moving his hands up to wipe his tears. “G-gundham, don’t cry! I’m sorry, you don’t have to marry me!” You panicked, moving closer to hug him tightly. “I-I’m not crying! The prince of darkness doesn’t cry!” He denied, taking the candy from your hand around his waist. “I-I accept.” He sniffled, feeling incredibly happy you proposed to him even though you two were too young to get a marriage license. 

“R-really!?” You beamed, pulling away to see his red tear-stained face. He nodded eagerly, opening the ring pop package and slipping it on his ring finger with a wobbly smile. You brightened up with an idea, tapping Gundham’s shoulder frantically, “I have an idea!” Gundham looked at you with confusion, “What?” Your smile wide, “Your animals can marry us!” You pointed at the crowd of small animals behind him, looking at them with excitement. 

“S/o, that’s a brilliant idea!” He cheered, holding your hand and dragging you in front of the animals. One of the cats had sat in the middle of you two, looking up at you expectantly. “Oh, uh, I think it goes… Do you, Gundham Tanaka, take me to be my- Er, your loving spouse?” You stumbled, unsure if that’s actually how it went. Gundham stared into your eyes with a blinding smile, “I do!” Gundham examined the ring on his finger happily, “Do you, S/o L/n, take me to be your loving spouse?” 

He crossed his hand over his chest, “I do, I do!” You giggled, leaning in quickly to kiss him on the cheek. The cat rolled its eyes at your eagerness, leaving the two of you be. Gundham flushed at your sudden peck, covering his face with his hand to hide his red face, “S/ooooooo..!”

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Well then, today was the day. 

You nervously looked around the room, your breathing shallow from the many eyes on you. You gulped down your anxiousness, focusing your attention back on your beloved. As you looked over his dazzling figure, Gundham scanned yours, face flushing at how beautiful you looked. You winked at him, mouthing a, “You look so hot.” at him and giggling as you saw his already flushed face becoming redder with each second. 

The priest cleared his throat, eyes gazing over the words of his book before starting,“Gundham and S/o, today you are surrounded by your friends and family, all of whom have gathered here to witness your marriage and to share in the joy of this special occasion.” You scanned the room for your friends, smiling as they gave you a thumbs up and a tear-filled grin. 

“Today, as you join yourselves in marriage, there is a vast and unknown future stretching out before you.” You looked back at Gundham, seeing your whole future with no one but him. You knew, and had no doubt, that you wanted to spend the rest of your future with him. 

“The possibilities and potentials of your married life are great; and now falls upon your shoulders, the task of choosing your values and making real your dreams.” Gundham thought of all those old memories with you, reminiscing in them. Though he misses the old memories, he’s already incredibly excited for the new ones he will make with you. The potential and possibilities as the priest said.

“Through your commitment to each other, may you grow and nurture a love that makes both of you better people. A love that continues to give you great joy, and also a passion for living that provides you with energy and patience to face the responsibilities of life.” You looked deep into Gundham’s eyes, reaching out to hold both his hands. When you look at him, you are reminded of your childhood. Your entire life, he has experienced with you. This man had stuck with you thick and thin, and how lucky you are; You get to be married to him.  

"May you always need one another; not to fill an emptiness, but to help each other know your fullness.” As the priest spoke his readings, all Gundham could think of was you. It was like he had described you to him perfectly; You had always made his heart feel full and loved, and he hopes he did the same for you too. “May you succeed in all important ways with each other, and not fail in the little graces. May you have happiness, and may you find it in making one another happy. May you have love, and always find love, in the pursuit of loving one another." 

A few tears trickled down your face, Gundham’s eyes glossing over as well. “Gundham,” You stopped, choking out a sob. Gundham chuckled at your inability to speak, tears falling from the feeling of how much he loved you, even when you were crying. “To me, you are still the same little boy that I had proposed to—what felt like—millions of years ago.” You reached up to gingerly brush his tears away with your thumbs, your heart swelling as he leaned into your touch.

“As you stand here in front of me, with those same tears staining your beautiful face, it makes me realize that I had wanted to marry you ever since I was 6 years old. 6!” Gundham laughed at your exclamation, “I already knew I was going to marry you, because I did and still truly believe that you are my soulmate.” You ended, face and nose red from the overwhelming feelings you had. 

The priest looked over to Gundham with an encouraging smile, “S/o, when you proposed to me with that… dreaded candy ring, I remember being extremely happy from it. Even though it was nothing but candy, it had meant so much to me because it symbolized so much.” You grinned nostalgically at the memory of the ring pop, squeezing his hands. 

“You are, the perfect ruler for me. I love you so much, i can’t begin to even put it in words. I owe everything to you, for you have done so much to make me happy. You’ve always stayed with me no matter what, from 6 years old until now, and I am forever grateful for that. I love you so, so much S/o.” His voice cracked at the end from the emotion hitting him. 

You pouted, lips trembling from his heart-felt vows, you just wanted to kiss him already damn it. Letting out a shaky breath, you looked at the priest expectantly. The priest took a breath, "Now then, what you’ve all been waiting for,” A few laughs echoed in the large banquet, some cheers scattered in the crowd.

“Do you S/o L/n, accept Gundham Tanaka as your lifemate and one true love, promising to share in all that life offers and suffers, to be there for him in times of plenty, as well as times of need, to soothe him in times of pain, and to support him in all endeavours, big and small, for as long as you both shall live?” The priest faced you, “I do.” You said without any trace of uncertainty, you have never been so sure of something in your life. 

You took Gundham’s ring from the pillow presented to you, grabbing his hand gently as you slipped his ring on, smiling up at him. He was glad to see a ring on his finger that wasn’t made of candy, but he would’ve gotten married to you with anything

“Now, do you Gundham Tanaka, accept S/o L/n as your lifemate and one true love, promising to share in all that life offers and suffers, to be there for them in times of plenty, as well as times of need, to soothe (him/her) in times of pain, and to support them in all endeavours, big and small, for as long as you both shall live?” The priest faced Gundham, “I do.” Without missing a beat, Gundham responded with no hesitance, grabbing your ring of the pillow and slipping it onto your ring finger carefully, bringing up your hand and kissing it. 

With trembling lips, your lips curved up into an uncontrollable smile whilst you looked at how pretty the ring looked on your finger. Gundham eyed your pretty lips as an excited smile of his own found itself on his face as he waited for the priest’s next words. 

“Family and Friends,”, the priest clapped his hands together, “I present to you, for the first-er Second time, Gundham and S/o Tanaka!” Everybody laughed and cheered at the priest’s slip up, whooping the two of you as Gundham cupped your face and brought you into a gentle, emotional kiss. You laughed and cried into the kiss, eagerly kissing him back with as much emotion he gave you. 

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B. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Seeing as how Mikan is the ultimate nurse, most of her thoughts, likes and dislikes stem from her passion for her job. And so, her favourite flowers are chamomile and cornflowers, most commonly used for medicinal purposes. Mikan likes flowers, but she’s not crazy about them. However, she is crazy for you, so if you were to buy her flowers, she’d take care of them as well as she takes care of patients. She would care for it every day, constantly checking if it was doing alright or if there was a pest. She loves when you give her flowers, especially when she can make handmade medicine out of them to use back on you. 

… And then eventually, once it was healthy enough to be used in medicine, she’d grind it in a mortar. But don’t feel bad! She’s an expert, and so she made her own medicine from the plant you gave her. And it’s very effective! She uses it on you for when you catch a cold, and despite being slightly sad that her flowers were now turned into a liquid, the strong effect of the medicine bouncing you back on your feet made you forget about it. 

X. does your muse use / like pet names?

oh my god- Mikan loves pet names. She loves them so much, you don’t understand how fast her heart races when you call her something simple like, “Sweets,” or “Baby,” Her irises shape into hearts and she almost breaks down from how much she loves it. She’s most likely to ask you to call her that again, or if you could repeat yourself just so she could hear you call her yours again. “Baby, can you come here?” You’d call for her, sitting in the room opposite to the one she was in, doors open so she could hear. You could hear a small sound that sounded like… squealing? “Love?” You heard it again, “C-could you r-repeat that?” You heard a meek voice come from the open door. “Can you come here..?” You hesitated, did you say something bad?

“N-no, the thing b-before that… B-ba…” She tried, but she was too shy to say it, her face already heating up from saying half the word, “Can y-you j-just repeat that? P-please?” You could see Mikan’s face peek out from the door frame, looking at you with pleading and innocent eyes. Making a beckoning motion with your hands, Mikan slowly walked towards you and sat on your lap. “… My Baby.” You smiled up at her flustered face, laughing slightly at her embarrassed squealing.

SORRY THIS TURNED INTO A SCENARIO KCHDJHSHGIUYDG

Y. does your muse get protective easily?

Mikan tends to get a bit over obsessed or protective at times, she can’t really help it. She’s afraid since you’re one of the only people who seem to genuinely care about her without having second thoughts about her in your head, she didn’t want to lose you. So she could get a bit jealous or pester you when you tell her you’re about to go out with someone else. She’d obsessively ask you if they were better, if you wanted them instead, not aggressively, just with a desperate expression on her face. As she keeps talking and asking, she gets closer and closer to breaking down and apologizing over and over afterwards. She didn’t want to seem like the clingy or overprotective type, but she’s just so scared you’ll leave her for someone else. 

So when you reassure her that you won’t leave her, make sure you tell her how much you love her, and how much you could never do such a thing. She’d hold onto you tightly, as if, if she let go, you would leave her. After her outburst, she apologizes for not trusting you, before starting to cry again. You stop her from spiralling, not wanting her to go down that rabbit hole and end up staying there permanently. 

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“S/o- Ahnn! W-wait, I-!” You pulled away from her neck at Mikan’s pleads, breath fanning lightly against her face. You watched her with worry, hands moving back up to an appropriate place on her body as to step back. “Is something wrong? Do you want to just cuddle instead? We don’t have to continu-” 

She interrupted you, or accurately, you cut yourself off as soon as you heard her soft voice. Her eyes were clenched tight shyly, her entire body felt like it was on fire, and her flushed face did a terrible job of keeping it a secret. “I think I…” She spoke up, hands covering her face in an attempt to remain coy as if she hadn’t just felt something snap inside her. 

“I want to… I want to take the next step with you. T-though you probably don’t want to-” Tears started streaming down her face, voice soft and meek, and you fell for it all. “No! No, Mikan, of course I want to, I-” You pushed her back gently against the mattress you both rested on, treating her with the same care you would a glass doll. 

She had to suppress the wild smile on her face from how clueless you seemed to be, how easy it was to trick you. She kept her eyes closed so you wouldn’t be able to see her tell, the one thing that she wasn’t able to suppress or cover-up; her eyes. 

As you started moving your hand up her skirt carefully slow, her voice suddenly rose in volume in hysterical panic, desperation, and something else you couldn’t recognize. She switched the positions impressively fast, pinning you down with a force you didn’t know she had. “No, no, l-let me! I can do it, just… Just lay back..! And let me…” 

A small sudden giggle erupted up from her throat, she couldn’t help it! Your pinned-down, almost resting body reminded her of her patients… It drove her fucking mad. “Let me… take control.” Her voice was still timid, differing greatly from the crazed look in her eyes. The power trip made her body heat up in an entirely different way, a way she couldn’t even begin to describe. 

You opened your mouth to say something, despite being unsure of what you were going to say, you just felt like you needed to comment on something, anything. You didn’t recognize her and it… scared you? Your body was starting to feel warm, your nether regions felt like they needed to be touched, touched by her- Maybe… Maybe you craved the fear? 

Before you could even begin to utter a sound, she cut you off, seemingly unfinished with her earlier command. “Let me! Take control of every… every nook! Every f-fucking crannyofyourbody- It’s all mine, isn’t it? Tell me, S/o, it’s mine, yes? Say it’s mine- Oh! Haha! You look so- so vulnerable for me, I might just cum in my panties from the sight!” She leaned over on your body, pressing her clit against your groin, “So- Mmhah! Cute… “ She reached down to press two fingers against your crotch, the sudden pressure sending chills of pleasure up your spine. “M-mikan! Aren’t you…-” 

She cut you off, kissing you breathless. You felt your mind cloud up, melting into it before coming back to your senses as you felt something small get pushed into your throat with help from her tongue. Panic struck your brain, “Mmph-!? Mi-” You tensed up as you felt her hand on your throat, despite your pathetic struggling, Mikan pinned you down harshly with her hips, as well as her strong grip around your throat, successfully immobilizing you.

Your eyes widened as you felt her push the small object down through the skin of your throat with the hand that had been choking you incredibly harshly. You coughed quietly against her lips, the object most likely going into the wrong tube.

As she pulled away, you had a slightly angry expression on your face, one that almost scared her back into submission. Almost. “Wh-what the hell did you-!?” You cut yourself off, your harsh glare becoming more and more dazed, as well as your once-sharp tone of voice becoming weaker with each second. Her barely registrable laughs echoed in your head like a pin dropping in a completely still and silent, marble room. 

She wore a smile that chilled you to the bone as she suddenly leaned down next to your ear, “You’re completely under my control now..! Everything you do, every moan you make, every little tingle of pleasure you get, they’re all my doing! Isn’t that exciting?”

The tone of her voice was high-pitched, near shrill and almost… innocent? Pure? You’d be a fool if you still thought of her as either, another fool who would’ve fallen for her act. But even so, you could feel yourself melt into the idea. The idea of letting her take over you, your mind, your body. Maybe you were a fool. Was.. was that okay? 

It was almost as if her sadistic demeanour had screwed up your mind, you weren’t thinking properly, your thoughts scared even yourself. You may have not recognized the woman before you but most of all, you didn’t recognize yourself. The thought made you question everything, made you doubt everything. Especially her. 

Didn’t she… What did she-?

Pushing her lips back onto you, you felt the urge to fight back rise and die out as soon as it came, the drug clearly working; fortunately for her. Your small noises of refusal soon turned into small quiet moans. Although you knew this was wrong, why was your body telling you otherwise? Why were your hips bucking into hers? You couldn’t even register the shock of the realization, nor could you register the fact you were humping her like a wild animal.

Despite the fuzziness of your mind, you could still feel her touches, her hands that roamed all over your body. You couldn’t even struggle as you felt her pull down your pants, revealing your arousal you didn’t want her to see. You didn’t want her to see the effect she had on your body; afraid it would just make her go after you more. 

And it did.

She couldn’t help her crazed stare at the little surprise you had for her, wrapped in a nice ribbon, right between your legs. You looked down at her with small tears gleaming at the corners of your eyes, “M-mikan, come on, I know you aren’t truly like this..! Snap out of it…” 

She grinned at the quiet pleads you emitted, the helpless begs sent ripples of pleasure to her clit. She couldn’t help but want to see that look of hope on your face, dissipate into despair. 

Skillfully, she frowned convincingly, bottom lip trembling as her tearful eyes started widening in ‘realization’ to what she had done. “Uuuuu..!! I’m s-so sorry I shouldn’t have been so h-harsh! P-please for-forgive me!” She started begging, clawing at your chest as she rose from your legs to your face. 

Your eyes widened, relief washing over your body at the familiarity of her normal self, the self you fell in love with. But before you could reassure the girl who needed no reassuring, her expression suddenly dropped, and so did your heart. “You mean like that?”

That was it. The look of despair..! She felt her orgasm wash over her suddenly, the feeling leaving her legs shaking. “You look so helpless..! It’s so cute! So, so cute!” You shook your head furiously in denial, eyes widening as you saw her trembling, “But you-” Your hopeless expression had her head spinning, she felt her pussy pulsing, as well as shivers crawling down her back. Choking out a laugh, she moved her fingers back down to your pussy, her eyes glued to your dreadful yet eager expression. 

Your contradictory thoughts were soon interrupted as you felt something prodding at your entrance, you looked down in panic, not as fast as you wanted to — as you were still drowsy. You barely had the strength to tell her to stop, to even cry normally. 

Desperate tears streamed down your face as you felt her fingers slide in with ease all thanks to your own slick. You couldn’t help but question if you truly didn’t want this, judging by the way your body reacted, you wept as you realized that might not be true.

Mikan didn’t care for your tears, if anything, it egged her on more. She wanted to see you cry, break, submit completely for her. Her pace fastened, the loud squelching noises of her fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy, sickening you. You reached your hands down slowly, trying to grab her wrist, but she only slapped it away, curling her fingers into your g-spot roughly as a warning.

Your back arched uncontrollably, a high whine erupting from your throat. You could feel your high coming so close already, and she could feel it too, from the way your walls tightened around her fingers. “You’re going to come too, right? You’re going to cream all over my fingers!” She went faster, her breaths heavy and frantic as she kept hitting deeper and deeper until you almost couldn’t take it. 

Screams were caught at your throat, you were so close, so desperate for release, it’s like you lost your mind and became a mindless sex slave. All because of her fingers. “M-mikan! Hnnmm—! Don’t- don’t stop, I’ll-!” You couldn’t speak properly, the desperation for your climax the only thing on your mind, you wanted it so bad. 

You could feel her lean over you just to get a proper look at your face, but you didn’t care, you didn’t even care when she started grinding against your leg. “You’ll let me get off too, won’t you?” She wrapped her thighs around yours desperately, rocking back and forth despite asking you for confirmation, not a second earlier; it seemed she was going to get off on your thigh no matter what you said.

You only cried out in response, the feeling of her wet warmth gliding against your leg, the after-effects of the drug, as well as her fast fingers, combined, made your entire body feel like it was on fire. You just wanted to cum so bad. “Mik-kannn!” At this point you were sobbing, you felt like you were at the grasp of your climax, you just needed a push. A push Mikan seemed so dead-set on not giving to you.

Although there was a part of her that felt pity for you and wanted to give you what you wanted, there was a much bigger part of her that really enjoyed seeing you so desperate. So helpless, merciless. She was the only one you could depend on to give you your high, and that only made her grind against you faster. She didn’t respond to your pleas, nor did she give you what you wanted, wanting to see you absolutely break for her.

“Mikan! Gh- It’s- It hurts, please just-!” You wheezed, whimpers, begs and drool spilling out of your lips. “Doesn’t it?” You could hear her sadistic giggles over the sloppy noise of her fingers, the noise scaring you yet arousing you all the same. Her eyes widened a fraction at the cute clench of your walls, “Aww, did my darling get a little eager from the sound of my voice?” You flushed in shame, squirming under her unrelenting pace. “I’m so happy..!” 

You didn’t know how long you could take it without release, you reached down to try and play with your clit, the place she had been so cruely ignoring. “Don’t move, don’t- hah! move! You’ll ruin it! And I’d have to punish you~ U-uuuu..! You wouldn’t want that, no?” She feigned considering it, before coming to a ‘conclusion’, “ … No. No, I don’t think you would.”

“So come on, darling~! Show me that despairing face for me, one more time!” Her expression, the tone of her voice told you everything you needed to know; she had fallen in despair and you weren’t ever going to get her back.

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Humming a small made-up tune, you rolled up your sleeves and started getting out the ingredients for yet another cake. Quarantine has been getting to you, and so every time you were bored—which was way too often—you baked something. And lucky Akane, she was the taste tester for every single one.

As soon as your fingers had created a crinkling noise from picking up the flour bag, you felt a quick zip of wind hit against you, a small, eager voice disrupting the once calm state. “Cake? Are you making a cake? I like cake.” She quietly examined you, waiting before you like an excited puppy waiting for its treat.

You could almost picture a wagging tail behind her. Smiling at her puppy-like demeanour, you stroked her head akin to how you would usually pet a dog. An idea that seemed like a good one at the time, had suddenly popped up in your head, “Wanna help?”

Grin widening, she nodded eagerly, accepting the suggestion. She normally prefers eating the food over actually making it, but since it was you, she couldn’t help but jump at the offer. “Alright, I need you to get 2 eggs from the fridge, can you do that?” She was already off as soon as you ordered her to, “On it!” She speedily opened the fridge, a little too aggressively in your opinion, but not aggressive enough in hers.

Exhaling a small laugh, you shook your head fondly before measuring all the ingredients and proceeding to put all the dry ingredients in the large bowl, occasionally peaking at the recipe you had left on the table. Now for the wet ingredients.

“Akane? You get the eggs yet, sweets?” You strained your neck to try and see where the fridge was, jolting quietly as you saw her stand in front of you guiltily. “Babe…” You watched her with a concerned expression as you heard her shameful tone, slightly nervous, “Yes..?” She looked up at you, you could almost see her imaginary tail tucked between her legs. Equipping a careful tone, you questioned her slowly, “What did you do..?”

She shuffled her feet at your gaze, “… I accidentally broke the eggs because I held them too hard- B-but I’ll go to the supermarket right now to go and get more!” She stammered nervously, not wanting to prevent you from making a cake.

Humming thoughtfully over her nervous waiting, your brain quickly solved your problem for you; an alternative! “Actually, I don’t think we need eggs.” You held your finger up to your chin in thought.

She looked up at you in confusion, “But don’t you need eggs to make cake? Like, how you need eggs for a baby, you know what I mean? …Wait, if two guys-”

Interrupting her thought process abruptly, you yelped, “Bananas! Bananas are a good egg alternative, uhh m-mashed. You think you can do it?” You couldn’t help but find the irony in the fact you yelled out bananas when she had been t… Never mind.

You sighed in relief as you saw her expression contort into determination, “Hell yeah I can do that! I’ll smash them so hard, you won’t even remember how it looked before!” Before she could run off and abuse some poor bananas, it only then hit you that she might not peal them. And not put them in a proper bowl… And she might use her bare hands to punch the everliving crap in them.

You quickly stopped her, “Akane wait! I-I’ll get them, wait here, and don’t eat the flour, it doesn’t taste as good as you think.” Her eyes darted to the dry mixture, “…You sure?” You nodded frantically, “I have never been so sure.”

Pouting lopsidedly, she took your word for it. She has learned to trust you whenever you tell her not to do something, and you’re usually always right. The one time she didn’t listen, she almost ended up in the hospital. She learnt her lesson after that(kinda).

Coming back with bananas and a masher, you peeled the bananas for her and plopped them in the bowl, handing her the masher. “Akane, I trust you to absolutely obliterate these bananas, y’hear?” You spoke in a serious tone, the playful smile on your face anything but. Responding with a sharp, determined nod, she saluted to you similar to a soldier would to their commander.

Giggling at the action, you turned to get the sugar, before she suddenly stopped you with a quick sloppy peck on your cheek. You flushed at the sudden display of affection, finding it endearing yet also finding it flustering, “W-why did you do that?”

She flashed a toothy grin, “For good luck, of course!” Sending her an encouraging, yet flustered smile back, you quickly got back to work, a remainder of the blush resting on your face.

After finishing the preparation of the wet mixture, you looked back over to Akane who had mashed the bananas into… almost a fine powder. You made a mental note to always have her whip the egg whites, the girl had skills; you honestly thought she’d probably be more efficient than a hand mixer.

After combining everything into a nice batter, you started finishing up, turning around to put ingredients you don’t need back on the shelves as you wanted to clear space for the icing and the decorating.

The moment you left your back to Akane, Akane had spooned half the batter into her mouth quickly during the time you had your back turned.. Turning back around, your eyes bulged out your sockets as you saw half your batter,, gone. As if it evaporated into thin air.

A dark demeanour surrounding you, you spoke lowly, “Akane… I looked away for 1 second, 1 second!” You repeated, obvious frustration written on your face. Pushing her out the kitchen, you closed the door in front of her pouty, cake-stained, face. “You can come back in when it’s done!”

Huffing, you got back to work after scolding your hungry girlfriend.

Let’s just say she did get to have the cake in the end- at a cost, of course.

… Okay fine, the ‘cost’ was really just cuddles.

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“On your knees, princess,” Fuyuhiko growled as he stood in front of you, tugging aggressively at the leash attached to your collar. Your collar that said in big bold letters, Kuzuryuu. You coughed as you clawed at your neck, falling to your knees from the force of his pull. “P-please!” You moaned out, feeling your panties soak with your arousal. Your heart soared when you saw his growing bulge, a sign that you might get his dick. You licked your lips eagerly as you reached forward to pull his zipper down, crawling towards him.

 As you pawed at his groin, he pulled the back of your hair away from his dick, “What? Now you’re after my dick? What’s wrong with you?” He scoffed at your whimpering, “You fucking mutt. You’d take any dick, wouldn’t you? Would you take Kazuichi’s?” He yelled at you, yanking your hair to the side. Watching you with dark eyes as you fell to your side, tears glossing your eyes from the guilt of disappointing him.

You quickly sat up again and kneeled in front of his shoes, “I-I’m s-sorry! I’m sorr-ry, I’m sorry, I’m-I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry.” You repeated between broken sobs. “I w-would never t-take his dick! Only want yours, only daddy’s.” Fuyuhiko tugged your leash up so you were facing his dick, “You’re… ‘sorry’, huh? Then suck daddy’s dick, show me how ‘sorry’ you are.” You looked up at him with thankful eyes, uttering out numerous thank you’s like a mad man. 

Your hands shook from anticipation as you unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, licking one long strip up the underside of his cock, resulting in Fuyuhiko groaning. You left a trail of your saliva on his dick before eagerly putting the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking it as if it was a lollipop. You gripped the base of his cock with your hands, rubbing up and down slowly as you licked and sucked his tip. You looked up at his face, hoping to see him moaning. When he made eye contact with you, he grabbed the back of your head and shoved your mouth on the rest of him.

He grunted louder as he felt your wet mouth slide over his cock, smirking when he heard you gag. You whimpered against the girthy muscle in your throat, trying your best to relax your throat and to take him like a good girl; His good girl. You choked against him but still kept bobbing your head, doing your best to please him. Drool dripped down his cock as you kept sliding your mouth over his dick, trying to get him to cum in your mouth. Tears fell down your face as you felt him drive his dick further down your throat, enjoying the feeling of him manhandle you. 

When you felt his dick twitch, you bobbed your head faster, clenching your thighs at the moans that he made because of you. You felt pride in your chest, moaning at the fact he was like this because of you. Before you could feel his warm cum fill your mouth, he pulled away, ultimately disappointing you. Fuyuhiko looked down at your fucked out face with a blank expression, “What? You want my cum?” You nodded furiously, “Please.” You whimpered out, feeling your pussy pulsate in expectation. You paled as you watched him walk away from your kneeling form. 

But as you watched him sit on the bed, arms behind his neck and his cock standing tall, you gladdened and waited for him to call you. “Come here, kitten.” He called in a low voice, looking at you expectantly. You instantly got up from his call, and made your way to the bed. As you straddled him he instinctively gripped your hips with one hand, the other finding its way to the hem of your panties. He tore your panties off in one quick motion, shocking you as the sudden tearing noise filled the room. You squealed as you suddenly felt Fuyuhiko’s wet, hard tip right underneath you. 

You reached underneath you to line his dick up with your drooling pussy, your slick smearing all over his cock. You let out a shaky sigh when you pressed the tip against your cunt, slowly inserting it in. Fuyuhiko sighed impatiently and slammed your hips down onto his cock, breath hitching as your walls clenched around him. You let out a loud moan when you felt the head of his cock grazed your g-spot, almost making you cum on the spot. 

You panted like a dog as you adjusted, your walls pulsating around him. Fuyuhiko hissed, “Fuck, this tight little pussy is all for me, huh?” Fuyuhiko bucked his hips into yours, causing you to hold onto his chest for balance. “W-wait, I need to adju-” You yelped out when Fuyuhiko started guiding your hips up and down on his hips, ignoring your pleads. You cried out when Fuyuhiko bucked his hips up into yours every time your hips went down, driving his dick as deep as he can. “It- It’s too de- Fuck- deep!” You whined out, throwing your head back from the intense feeling in your lower area. “I don’t care.” Fuyuhiko kept at his pace, as you eventually started riding him on your own. 

Fuyuhiko grunted as he felt your walls tighten and your hips slow down, “Did I say to slow down, bitch?” He growled, bucking his hips into you especially hard. You let out a high-pitched gasp when his tip pressed against your g-spot, making you cum instantly. You gasped for air and uncontrollably twitched against his dick when you felt your high wash over you. You slowed down, feeling your legs go limp. Fuyuhiko pulled out before flipping you on your back and pushing back in. “Look at you, I didn’t say you could cum, but you did anyway. You being a little brat today, huh?” He kept forcing his dick into your cunt, not missing a beat.

“I-I’m-” You blubbered out, not being able to finish your sentence from the consistent plunging intruding your hole. He laughed cruelly at your attempt to beg, tugging at your leash, “What is it, dog? Speak.” He ordered, going impossibly faster as he felt his climax reach him. Feeling his dick twitch inside you, you started crying desperately, “Please..! Want your cum so bad, want it so bad.”  You babbled incoherently when you felt your second orgasm come up. Fuyuhiko threw your leg over his shoulder, diving deep inside your pussy to shoot his load. “Y-yes! Yes, yes, yes, fu-fuck!” You moaned when you felt his warm seed fill your walls, your pussy drinking all of it. Fuyuhiko pulled onto your leash, launching your head towards him. You moaned out at the tightness around your neck, giggling from how good it felt. 

Fuyuhiko groaned into your neck. He stiffened up before going limp, relaxing into your arms that cradled his body. Kissing your shoulder, he slowly pulled out and watched with wide eyes as your pussy gushed with his cum. He chuckled at your fucked out expression, “I hope I wasn’t too rough.” He kissed your forehead before moving to hold your exhausted body in his arms.

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God, that beach day. That damned beach day.

He couldn’t get the image of you wearing that way-too-tight swimsuit, out of his mind. Before he could even try to catch himself and save himself the embarrassment of looking at you later, his shaking hand already made its way down the groove of his thighs, palming his growing erection. 

Through anticipated breaths, he hesitated as he heard the gentle clinking of his fly —deciding to just rip off the bandage, he quickly unzipped the stubborn zipper and reached for his extremely hard cock. 

All worries from the fear of getting caught, dissipated into the thick air of his panting the moment he slid his thumb over the tip of his dick. His brain went foggy, and without another thought, he let out a loud, uncontrollable moan—

“Kazu? Hey, are you okay? I heard groaning—” Knocking on the door for no reason at all, you let yourself in, anyway. “Oh my god, oh wow that’s really bi- I mean— Uh! Sorry, I- I was just-” Kazuichi immediately jerked up, face flushing the same colour as his hair as he realized he was getting harder from the sight of you.

Through loud and stuttered apologies, he scrambled to cover up his angry red erection that didn’t let down even when he had been caught by the girl he had just been thinking of. Little Kazuichi seemed to have no shame, huh?

“T-this is— This is really embarrassing,” he stated the obvious, “fuck- I’m so sorry!” Kazuichi bowed, folding his sitting torso over his erection that had been poorly covered by his hand. “N- no! I should’ve knocked, and- um…” you zoned out, eyes shamelessly ogling his hand that had been—unfortunately— covering the still-hard cock.

“D- do you mind if I…?” You gestured in between his legs, a slightly eager look on your face.

Kazuichi’s eyes widened at the offer, unsure what to say. A response rested at the tip of his tongue, in which he bit as he thought of his answer. He should say yes, right? A pretty girl like you offering to help him out should’ve been an easy yes for him. “W- wh- what? … I-I don’t know, um, are you s- sure? You don’t have to do it to take pity on me, cuz I can just, like…-” 

Maybe he would’ve reacted different, maybe I would’ve been easier to plaster on his persona if his entire manhood hadn’t just been exposed to you.

Kazuichi was worried; he didn’t want to do anything sexual like this with someone whom he loved—who didn’t know of his feelings. Wouldn’t this ruin whatever relationship he already had with you?

Sure, he always wanted to be in some sort of physical relationship with you, but not a… casual one. If you two were going to start interacting more, he hoped it wouldn’t be over this.

With his voice dropping to a pathetic murmur, he averted his gaze to his knee. “Do you… even like me in that w- way?” 

You flushed red; strange how your confession had you more anxious than asking if you could give Kazuichi a hand job. “I-“ Well, I can’t turn back now. “I’ve liked you for months. Um, if I’m going to be honest.“ you added nervously, fidgeting with your hands as you—subconsciously—shuffled your feet closer to him, nonchalantly seating yourself next to the profusely sweating male. 

The small brush of your shoulders against his definitely did not help his erection calm the fuck down. In fact, it only seemed to make it worse—as he had been extremely sensitive to every, goddamned agonizing touch. He found himself flinching, an accidental, instinctual action he immediately felt embarrassed for.

“Wh- Huh? Me? You like me?” Kazuichi was sure he had misheard; you were totally out of his league! Maybe this was a dream? Well, if this was a dream, that meant he could do whatever, right? Great! That meant he wasn’t going to have to live with the humiliation of this for the rest of his life!

You noticed the slight change in his behaviour, and found the eagerness he emitted, to rub off on you too as you inched a little closer to him. Your shoulders had been pressed up against each other, and your face had only been inches from his as you turned your head to speak.

“There’s… there’s no one else.” You admitted truthfully, lustful, lidded eyes darting to his lips—to which he definitely noticed. He wondered if he had been drooling- because if he was, it most certainly would not be a surprise to him.

“Not even Hajime? Or even Gundh-“

He muffled a small, “Mmf-“ against your lips, half-lidded eyes widening at the extreme wave of warmth washing over his body from where your lips connected. Fluttering his eyes closed, he let you trail your hand down to where his was, whimpering quietly as he felt you slide your hand up his cock, starting from the base to his tip in a painfully slow motion. 

He couldn’t tell if that was better or worse, but before he could continue questioning his morals, you pressed your thumb right on the underside of his cock, making his mind go numb and fuzzy as he let out another moan against your lips.

Out of his control, he had compared the times when he had got himself off with his hand, to when you did with yours. It had certainly felt different; he wasn’t so sure he could ever cum from just his hand. 

Clenching his eyes tightly shut, he felt himself melt into your touch, nearly falling back to his bed as he felt all feeling in his body disappear except for the feeling in between his legs.

Gathering all the pre-cum as you slid your hand up, you smeared your way back down, grinning against his lips as you felt him buck his hips. 

You repeated the motion several times; up and down, up and down.. Kazuichi couldn’t follow your movements anymore, as well as his own; he hadn’t even realized he had been bucking his hips into your hand until he did— even then, he didn’t care. This was a dream anyway, right? “Ngh-!”

You could hear his breathing go shallow, as the sharp inhales he fanned against your nose seemed to get shallow and more frantic the faster your hand went. Feeling his cock twitch in his hold, you went as fast as you could go, ignoring the ache in your wrist as you helped him get to his high.

Throwing his arms around your neck, you felt himself greedily kiss you, as if he was going to pass if he didn’t. Reciprocating the sudden kiss, you continued moving your hand around his length, struggling as you had been guided closer to his body. 

You felt him pull away from your lips to let out a groan, but before he could, you quickly captured his lips back again, squeezing the base of his cock ever so slightly as you felt his cock shudder and ooze out the aftermath of his orgasm onto your fingers. His arms tensed around yours, before going limp. Tiredly, he fell back on his mattress, bringing you down with him as he had forgotten he still had his arms around your neck.

You let out a small “Oof-“ as you fell against his neck, letting yourself just… sit there and rest your cheek against his collarbone. You perked up as you heard him speak up, voice quiet from exhaustion and a slight undertone of confusion, “Aren’t I supposed to wake up now…?”

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◊ Okay so, I think that during streams, Chiaki probably wouldn’t talk that much; and when she did, it was usually just small quiet, cute and questionable things that make you take a minute — and then die(of laughter).

The whole quiet thing is just a façade, isn’t it!? >:0

◊ If she ever loses a game, or loses some inventory, she won’t have that big of a reaction, but she’ll abruptly stop and tense. Her first instinct however, to calm herself down, is, well, you. So she’ll take a deep breath — only it’s in your chest,,, and she can’t breathe. She will just lean over to you, stuff her face in your chest and then- *SNIFFFF* 

◊ She’ll probably stay there for a while and just kind of… forget her loss, as well as forget she was on a stream(oops). 

◊ “Yeah, just give me a mmmm- minute… or more… I think.” Her voice would be muffled from the material of your shirt, and slightly drowsy — your scent is intoxicating, it’s almost like chloroform for her. One inhale, and she’s —

◊ “Chiaki…? Chiaki? W- we’re on a stream-” HAH Good luck waking her up, she’s out like a light — not only that, she will whine if you wake her up, better yet, she’ll climb further onto you until you almost fall off your gaming chair, or bean bag… bean bags are dope. *wait, i just got an idea- hol’ up

◊ It’s awkward as shit on the stream; especially when there’s people simping for your gamer girlfriend. 

◊ Right after Chiaki feels you give up on trying to rouse her, she’ll immediately take your moment of vulnerability to climb into our lap and bury her nose in your shoulder, getting comfortable before the soft snores start again. It’s so abrupt and on cue, that it makes you wonder if she was just faking her sleep, or if it was just pure muscle memory.

◊ Yes, muscle memory. 

◊ She’s done this so many times out of streams, and in, that it’s literally become instinct.

◊ You cannot start a stream without Chiaki knowing, she has your notifications on, so the moment you go live, you will hear a very silent, but full-of-emotion gasp in the other room — or even the other side of the planet depending on where you guys are located. 

◊ If you start a stream without her, she will give you the silent treatment for one hour. That’s right, one whole hour. So don’t betray her trust, one hour is longer than you think it is — you’d learn that the hard way.

◊ She may cave in after one hour, but she will definitely bring it up in a passive-aggressive way.

— “Chiaki? Are you going to order some food?” “Are you going to invite me to your next stream?” It’d be quiet, a near whisper, but you can still hear how whiny- furious she is. 

◊ If you two were streamers, it’d definitely be Chiaki who introduced you to it first, and invited you to her stream first too. Your relationship known to everyone else is kind of like,, Chiaki is player 1, and you’re player 2; if that makes sense…?

◊ Point is, everyone knows Chiaki better than you — but after some time, you two kind of become a team instead. And this was always her plan too! She always wanted to be a gaming team with you, so if you ever streamed or gamed without her, she will get mad. 

◊ — doesn’t mean she won’t play against you, however. 

◊ If you did get her mad, she will destroy you at street fighter. And at a shit ton of other games too; less merciful than usual. You swear you can see an almost terrifying fierceness in her eye as she jabs at the buttons loudly — everyone on the stream are just, nervously sweating for you.

◊ You guys probably have a cute, pastel themed gaming room with bean bags, and just shelves and shelves of imported snacks and instant noodles. The keyboard is pastel coloured, the computer, the bean bags*, everything is pastel themed and coloured; extremely soft to the eye, especially after gaming, it’s just very nice and soft for when your eyes get sore :)

◊ As mentioned earlier, you two are an unseparable team. Whenever you two are playing 2v2 against Komaeda and Hajime, you always end up in the same time — whether if it’s because you two chose to do so, or the game spinner chose for you.

◊ You suspect it’s probably because of Komaeda’s luck — but it’s nice to think that the universe ships you both together, right? 

◊ Chiaki definitely carries you, but she really doesn’t mind; it’s easy for her. And honestly, she’s just glad you’re playing with her. You being there is a huge supreme factor to her winning most of the games too. The motivation to win for her super hot partner, and to be the hero is very active when you’re sitting knee-to-knee to her.

◊ So yeah, she obliterates Hajime and Komaeda at Smash Bros because she wants to see you praise her and be impressed <33

◊ Praise her though. Seriously.

◊ Give her head pats, hug her(the favoured option), or cheer for her; all that really matters, is that she knows you’re proud of her — even if it’s live, and millions are watching, just shamelessly praise her. Your opinion matters a lot to her, so make sure to take care of that fact, take care of her.

◊ She’d definitely do the same for you!! >:000

◊ If she drank a lot of soda from the mini fridge(yes, you two have a mini fridge), and she’s super energetic from the sugar/caffeine rush, you will bet your sore ass(from sitting, get your mind out of the gutter), that she will tackle you to the ground and start squishing her forehead against yours as she stares you uncomfortably in the eye, “How did you do that!?” she’d be so proud of you, but mostly — she needed to know. How the hell. You did that.

◊ She’ll probably be vibrating from the energy, and when she gets up, she literally starts talking to everyone on the stream at a volume that may be too loud — but she doesn’t care so — “You guys saw that right…?!” through slurred speech and energy that had slowly been draining within each second, she’ll probably last on that sugar rush for a couple more seconds before clinging onto you and just. Sleeping.

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With his tie discarded carelessly, the new space allowed you to slide your slightly cold hands across the tender skin of the sleeping male. Humming a small tune, you giggled quietly to yourself as you patted and rubbed the warm skin of your boyfriend’s exposed chest. Your curious fingers drifted and slid underneath the hems of his shirt as you pleased, fingertips just kissing the slope of the side of his chest. It wasn’t long before Hajime’s eyelids started twitching, an indicator he was awake — however, you simply didn’t care for it; as you still kept on rubbing your hands against his chest, kindred to a mad man.

“S/o- What the hell are you… mmf… Give me a second-” Hajime yawned, unknowingly bringing a smile on your face as he resembled a grumpy feline, his hair resembling that of a lion’s mane. Cute. With his attempts to shuffle up to a sitting position rendered fruitless from your weight pinning him to his back, he settled for figuring out what was happening instead; too weary to do anything else. “W- what are you doing?” His voice brought shivers down your spine, sending a giddy feeling straight to your heart as his voice had given you a different, pleasant sense of… Home.

“Playing bongo on your titties.” If I gave you whiplash, know that I have no regrets.

“I- Okay…? But why?” Hajime made a face at you, causing you to pout at the judgmental glare he set on you. “Do I have to have a reason? You’re my boyfrieeeend—! I’d gladly let you play with mine, but yours are a lot bigger, and they don’t really compare so…”

Deadpanning, you looked into his eyes with an intense, sincere expression that definitely threw him off from the change in personality. “Hajime, you may not know this, but you make many, many people insecure with your tit size.” Hajime flushed, subconsciously dropping his gaze to the small crack cleavage you exposed whilst resting your chest on his.

“Wh- Yours are fin-” Hajime cut himself off as soon as he realized what he was about to say, eyes widening and averting before clenching tight shut as he shook his head. “Never mind- And- And I don’t! St- Stop saying that! Mine aren’t even that big; I seriously don’t get what the big deal is…” He mumbled, dirty-green eyes lowering to his own chest — that currently had your hands decorating it — in an attempt to see what you saw.

You pouted at his frustrated frown, kissing your teeth with your tongue, you shook your head in a disappointed manner. “Don’t say it like you’re not proud of it~! I personally love your moobs,,, I’ll prolly worship them foreverrrmffffuu..” You dragged off, lips suctioning at the heart of his spacious chest.

“That’s what you’re calling them?” You nodded, eyes closed in blissful, foggy peace as you suckled onto his chest like a baby. “… You’re seriously the weirdest.” Hajime rolled his eyes, but even he couldn’t help the unwanted, yet affectionate smile growing on his face. He was ticklish! It’s not like he liked it or anything—

A loud fart interrupted his train of useless lies thoughts.

“Phrublerblurbleblrblur.”

“Ew- S/o—” He cut himself off as he saw your puffed-out cheeks and lips pressed up against his chest snugly, his eyes widened in bewilderment as you continued blowing air despite himself expressing his suffering. “S/o, seriously, you’re so-”

He paused; with his face unreadable and blank, you looked up at him in slight confusion, “Pffff?” It was amusing to see his face slowly, but very angrily turn bright red. “What the- A-are you motor-boating me!? S/o, what the hell!? I don’t even have boobs!” with an angered, and slightly offended tone of voice matching his, you caught him off-guard as you ripped your mouth away from his now-damp chest. “It’s part of the rule book! I have to!” You said in such a way, that it almost made him believe that something terrible would happen if you didn’t.

…

Oh god, what cult did you get yourself into this time— You grunted, before planting your chin back at the centre of his chest, squinting eyes looking down at the flushed boy with frustration. “Don’t look at me like I’m the weird one; you’re the weird one for not knowing!”

He winced as he could feel your chin jab against his skin as you opened your jaw to speak, “I’m the weird one? Oi, who sucked on my chest like a weirdo mere seconds ago? I certainly don’t remember it being me!” He glared at you, his flushing face fading despite the things the… less than pure things that spilled out of his mouth. “I have to respect thou titties!” Well, it’s not like you had a filter either.

“For the last time, I don’t have titties!” A sentence you’d think he wouldn’t have to say as often as he did. “Yes, you fucking do-” Seeing as how this argument would probably be never-ending, Hajime, being the frustrated genius he was, won the argument with ease as he wasted no more time to grip your jaw with his warm hands, and kiss you.

Peeking an eye open, his gaze drifted down to where your hands had been eagerly pawing at his chest. Exhaling through his nose, Hajime opened both his eyes to look at you who had still clearly been very immersed in the kiss, as your eyes had been squeezed tight shut as if, if you opened them, the moment would simply be ruined. “… Are you squeezing my-?” You only pressed your lips against his harder, in an attempt to muffle any other complaints coming out of his beautiful, beautiful mouth. “Shut up and let me enjoy this, boob man.”

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