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just some dirty fun cause i haven't had much confidence in my writing lately.

being scaramouche's pet entails one duty. to make him feel superior, loved, wanted, and needed. it's a unique job, and a job you do well.

being scaramouche's pet means having unique positions during meetings. most meetings, he'll collar you, and have you on your knees in front of him, your head resting, and nuzzling against his lap. you look at up with such utter loyal adoration, the softest, most content smile on your face. soaking up the mission brief like a sponge.

you always, without fail get your job done. following his orders to a tee. it's fascinating to him that someone as strong as you prefers being at his feet. and it makes his cock ache like nothing else.

on days where the rest of his squad is giving him a hard time, he'll put a leash on you, and have you cock warm him during meetings. with your leash threaded through his fingers, he'll casually insult his squad, and give the mission briefs, lazily rutting his cock up into your cunt.

sometimes, he'll put a clit clamp on your clit, and whisper smugly in your ear to be a good pet and not cum on his cock. with your poor, sensitive clit throbbing in the clit clamp, your walls squeezing and weeping on his cock, you fight to hold it together as he casually teases his cock into your sweet spot.

he'll purposely drag out mission briefs until you can barely stifle or swallow your whimpers and moans. until you can barely stand even the slightest rut of his cock without your thighs trembling, seeing stars while he edges you.

you are his precious darling. his sweet little pet for him to fuck, and enjoy. his darling though you may be, you are also very much a sex toy for him.

filling out mission reports does add up after awhile. on those days, he likes to have you underneath his desk, your head in his lap and your tongue licking warm on his cock. he enjoys you lovingly licking his cock, keeping him calm enough to focus on getting things done.

you wrap your hand around his cock, nuzzling your cheek against his pelvis, kissing and sucking parts of his cock as it throbs and hardens. curling your tongue around his cockhead, and kitten licking the precum beading in the slit. looking down at you, he can't resist taking a handful of your hair, and moving your mouth down on his cock.

he'll take his time fucking, and cumming into your throat, occasionally letting out the softest sighs and moans as he enjoys your vibrated moans on his cock. drool adorably pooling from your mouth as you suck. "you look so cute, drooling on my cock," he coos smugly, reaching down to stroke your cheek as he pushes his cock into your throat.

he enjoys it when his pet is needy for him while he works. if sucking his cock wasn't enough to satisfy you until he got done, he'll strip you and tie your wrists together above your head on his bed. he'll leave a vibrator pumping in and out of your cunt, listening to your lewd, needy moans while he finishes his work.

"hold it together, slut. i am almost finished," he growls, frustrated that your moans, and pathetic pleas to please fuck you are making him frustratingly hard. his frustration hits a breaking point when he looks up to see the state you are in, your legs tied apart, your pussy puffy, and weeping around the vibrator. your eyes hazy in fucked out bliss, his collar fastened around your pretty throat.

taking his cock out, he'll crawl on top of you, pushing his cock inside next to the vibrator. "fuucckkk, you feel extra tight when i do this," he groans huskily, his cock pulsing snug next to the vibrator, "now scream while i breed you."

scaramouche always feels the need to breed his pretty pet thoroughly. he likes you best on your hands and knees, your back arched prettily while your pussy sucks him in from behind. "get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant," he moans, and growls the chant like a mantra. he always cums particularly hard inside his pretty pet thinking about being capable of knocking you up. fucking his cum inside you so thoroughly that your belly swells with his child.

it would be the ultimate way to show his creator that he has more worth than she thinks he has.

"beg for it, slut," he hisses, smacking his hand across your ass, "beg for me to cum inside you," he reaches around to rub your clit, moaning as he feels your pussy clench hard around him. "fucking taking my cock so well," you mewl as he pinches your clit, using the ball joint in his thumb to his advantage, circling it around the throbbing nub.

"please, pretty please cum inside me," you whimper behind your moans, breathless as his cock relentlessly kisses your sweet spot. his fingers on your clit make your pussy ooze around his cock, your body twitching more from your approaching orgasm.

"fucking yes, you are going to cum hard. i can feel it," he moans, laughing shakily. the need to have you cum first is fierce. your spasming walls while you cum would aid him in pumping his cum inside of you.

he is hardly surprised when his pretty pet comes undone a few minutes later, your pussy gushing on his cock, your body trembling in the wake of your orgasm. he knows how good he is fucking you. and all the while you are still babbling, and pleading for him to spill inside of you.

satisfied, his cock ropes cum inside of you. he appreciates the perfect view of his cum squelching mixed with your juices on his cock.

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featuring : afab/trans!scaramouche x afab!gn reader

tags : scissoring / strap-on / FAKE DIH!!!, NOT written for amab!reader / reader is kind of dominant / scara being sub-passing but i didn't want to do too much with it / use of toys / oral [giving] / fingering [giving] / author is a pervert but not a gooner so they can't write smut without being awkward / forgive typos and inaccuracy cherry 🍒 cherie

⠀✦ cw : powerbottom!Scaramouche x gn!Reader | oral fixation (blowjob + giving), power play, mild degradation/humiliation, choking/gagging/breath play - 1.8k words

⠀✦ additional notes : Warming up after being gone for so long. I also just wanted to write more power bottoms due to popular demand. <3

Note: This Account is for practicing my writing and posting my art. Any art that is used for a fan fiction ^^^ is not mine- unless stated otherwise. >.< just wanted to let y’all know.

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CW: NSFW(Phone sex), slight angst, Fem!Reader, Intoxicated Caller, Canon Divergence.

Getting a call in the middle of the night at 2am is always unexpected, especially when that call is from your boyfriend, Scaramouche. He never calls, or texts you first, so when you received that call your heart almost leaped out of your chest. Was he in trouble? Does he need help? Or maybe does he simply just miss you that bad?

It has been 5 days since you last talked to him. And your petty ass had decided that this time you wouldn’t text or call him either, just to see how long it would take to make him realize.

You pick up the call instantly, bringing your phone to your ear. “Yes?”

“Why haven’t you called me.” He was straight to the point. It almost made you burst out laughing, you really thought it would take him longer.

“No ‘hello how are you?’ Or ‘baby I miss you’? Nothing? Ok.” you ask, sounding dramatic as hell like if him not asking you those questions where the end of all time and space.

You could hear him scoff at the other end of the line. Which made you smile, glad you made him react at least.

“I miss you..” it caught you off guard, his voice was drowsy and hesitant, like it took him effort to say it without sounding needy. Even so, he kept repeating it. “I miss you baby.. I miss you so much..” Your cheeks stain pink upon hearing his confessions, his words uncharacteristic but they tasted so sweet hearing them coming from his mouth.

His voice sounded almost a little breathless as the other side of the line, but you ignored it. “You what? I didn’t hear you.” You tease, you just wanted to keep hearing him admit that he misses you.

“I miss you baby.. please.. keep.. *hic* talking.” The hiccup was all you thought about.

“Are you drunk?” You ask first.

“Thats doesn’t matter..” I could hear him hiccup again after he said that.

“You’re drunk. Where are you?”

He stays quiet, a little too quiet.. only hearing soft muffled sounds coming from the call. Which made you finally realize what was happening.

“You.. better be in your house..” you say softly.

“I am..” his voice still restrained, holding back his moans, even while drunk he still kept that habit you dislike.

You lay down on your side, putting him on speaker now. “Good.. because I wouldn’t want anybody but me to be able to hear what you’re doing right now.”

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He bit his lip, his face completely red from the drinks and the heat building up in his body because of how horny he was. He wanted to hear more of her voice, more of her.

“You’re the only one listening to me.. I promise.” He pauses for a moment. “Why haven’t.. you called? I missed you..” he sniffles.

The only reason he was drinking was because of her. He hadn’t received a call or a text in what felt to him like months, and by the 4th day the only thing he was thinking about was if she was tired of him, maybe he was being too distant, too quiet, was he not enough? Was it him?

His mind was only thinking about you the whole time. Worried maybe something happened to you, knowing well that you were fine. He had caught you walking the streets of Sumeru completely healthy just yesterday, which just made him more anxious on why you weren’t calling.

“I missed you too.” She whispered

Her voice sending familiar shivers down his spine.

“You don’t call me. Or text me first.. so I just thought you didn’t care about me enough to do so..” she mumbles. It almost shatters his heart that this was what you’d been thinking about.

“That's not true. I care about you a lot.. maybe too much.. I never stop thinking about you..”

He glances down at himself, still hard in his hands, wanting to satisfy his desires, but wanting to comfort you.

“I promise.. I don’t do it on purpose.. I love you too much to do that..” his voice trembles a little, a few tears running down his cheek. The alcohol definitely getting to him. He tries to ignore the aching feeling coming from his dick. “Please forgive me..” he begged quietly.

Setting his phone down on his shoulder to press it up to against his ear while his hands both wrap around his cock. Not moving, but daring to. The other line was quiet, she was quiet, but only for a moment.

“Keep touching yourself..” she mumbled

“What..?” He blushed heavily, he sniffles a little again. Wondering if it was the alcohol tricking him.

“If you want me to forgive you, do what I say.” Her voice low and seductive. It was sexy, something scara didn’t expect from her.

“I’ll do it.. whatever you want..” His hands begin to move slowly, his cock a little sensitive to the denial of touch earlier. “Fuck..”

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“Good. Keep making noise, I want it to be loud enough for me to hear..” you mumble.

“Your so lewd Y/N..” his hands stoking faster, obsessed over this dominant side of you.

“It’s your fault. You made me this way.” You look down at yourself, your hands traveling slowly down your chest, down your hips and right over the warm of your shorts, rubbing slowly before slipping your fingers under the hem of them. “You.. made me this way..” your voice trembles again.

“Y/N.. keep talking.. Tell me how much you missed me too. I want to know how much that slutty pussy missed me.” his voice hitches, feeling heat rise in his abdomen, his moans soft but unrestrained.

“Scara.. I missed you so much. I wish you were here with me; I want to make you feel good..” your fingers working on your needy clit which pulsated every single time he spoke. Running your fingers down and up your slick folds to lubricate your sensitive bud. The sharp pleasure from your clit making your thighs tremble.

“I want your cock inside me..” you whisper just loud enough for him to hear.

His palm was pressing on the head of his cock, his other hand stroking himself faster. His voice filled with trembling whines and whimpers.

“Fuck.. you drive me fucking crazy.. hah..” he moans softly. Imagining how you would look like bouncing on his cock, whispering into his ears while your nails dug into his back.

You felt your orgasm near, and Scaramouche felt his too.

"Cum with me.." his voice strained as he whispers into the phone. "please? hmh.. Be a good girl and cum with me.." his hips buck into his hands- chasing the high. His moans becoming more loose, his whimpers higher pitch as he feels the heat start to rise and sweat drip down his neck.

"I'm gonna cum too.. fuck you make me feel so good..." you mumble, having visualized him fucking you stupid- you whispered it without thinking.

His eyes widen slightly at your words, his cheeks turning a little redder than they already were, "Fuck- Y/N.." He gasps, his back arching forward and he orgasms hard. Ropes of cum falling onto his own exposed stomach.

You following right behind him as you feel yourself coming undone, your voice hitching as you moan. "fuck-" you sobbed. The blankets beneath you now completely soaked.

You both sit there worn out, hearing each others breathing through the static of the call. Feeling yourselfs come down from the high.

"Next time.." you mumble, "Just come find me.."

He didn't answer, just the sound of his soft breathing coming from your phone. He had fallen asleep. It was about time those drinks kicked in.. Your cheeks flushed because of that intense experience.

Contains: sub ftm wanderer, humiliation, praise, forced orgasm

Imagine training wanderer to cum on command.

It starts with using a clicker. The type used to train pets. They follow the command correctly, and then *click*.

You’d have him on top of the blankets as he holds the back of his legs, spreading himself open for you like the good boy he is. His face blushing and turned to the side, far too embarrassed to look at you. The poor thing looked utterly humiliated as his pussy made such a lewd squelching sound, even trying to hide his expression behind his hair. A truly cute sight. As soon as he is about to cum, you’d reach the clicker up to his ear so he could hear it through his cries, and *click*. You’d wait a couple seconds for his orgasm to reach its peak and then two more rapid clicks. It’s best to give him a minute to catch his breath and maybe him a sip of water, and then repeat.

His training sessions are a nightly routine. He lays on the bed with your fingers or tongue stuffed inside him as he writhes and moans. Having him cum at least twice per session is strictly required, all while using your little tool beside his ear.

It doesn’t take long for his body to start reacting to the clicker.

You lazily massaged at his clit swiping up some of his slick to rub onto it. The session only just started so all that came out of him were light moans. *click* the sound made his thighs tremble as he suddenly clenched down. He was about to cum. And he hid. Crying out as he clenched the blankets below him.

“Aw, such a good boy for me. Did such a good job, kuni”

The praise had him sighing out a shakey breath. But he got no more time to breathe than that as you didn’t hesitate to insert a finger, immediately curling it upward to hit his most sensitive spot

“Ah- wait I’m ohh aghhh~”

*click click*

All the poor wanderer could do was whimper as he squirted on your hand and arm. He continued to contract as you slipped out your fingers and switched to rubbing his clit up and down

“goodness, look at what a mess you made” your other hand grabbed his chin to make him look at the pool he made. He just whined in embarrassment as he saw how it slowly absorbed into a wet spot.

You’ve decided to have mercy in him and end the session here, instead handing him the glass of water on the nightstand, smearing some of his wetness on to it’s surface in the process and giving a kiss to one of his reddened cheeks.

Looking at the fluid dripping down your arm had an idea popping into your head. Maybe he should learn to squirt on command. No, one thing at a time. For now he still has more training to do.

masterlist

tw: sex. eating out. pathetic bastard!!

a/n: my baby wilson pls come back to me

if there's one thing about james wilson is that this man is the most starved bastard you'll ever meet. not for food, no, for sex. more specifically, your pussy.

so after work, when you know he's tired after a long long day, you don't even bother anymore to cook for him.

of course, if you feel a bit tired, just dont want to, or anything, he'll understand, but apart from that, the man is a beast.

all. the. damn. time.

when he comes home from work mostly, he just kisses you dumb and starts working his way down there. if you're feeling a little sharing-is-caring, maybe you don't even bother using panties.

but there's times and times, sometimes he's just so desperate for eating you out, it's just pathetic the way he practically devours you without any type of anticipation, just a nod from you.

but, when he's feeling fancy, he'll take his nice nice time. probably first kiss you, not just in the lips, but in your neck, chest, stomach, waist, thighs, you name it.

he won't ask because of how ashamed he is of his guilty pleasure, but if you like hickeys, get ready to look like a rotten tomato all the time.

but of course, you'll have to ask him first to do these, so don't worry, it's up to you if you want him to totally ruin your skin! (and you).

the first time he eats you out, it's slow, he makes sure it is. you could swear your swollen clitoris wouldn't take another lick before hitting orgasm.

and then you came to your climax, and james, without even giving it any thought, sucked it all.

it was automatic, but it was no surprise that he wasn't even surprised! yes, maybe you catched a glim of shame in his eyes, but it quickly vanished as he started kissing you, telling you how perfect you are, how you're just made for him, letting you taste yourself in the sweetness of his lips.

"Big age gap" "college student reader" "19/50" fuck that porno shit, man, give me a reader who's in their thirties, forties even, give me joint pain and wrinkles and gray hairs

James Wilson x reader thoughts.

Intro: 18+ ahead, minors should not interact.

Also I apologize to everyone who sent me requests, I didn't realize so people would actually request anything from me and I got burnt out. So sorry if I never wind up writing any of them but in the meantime here's some James Wilson because no one's writing for him so I guess I just have to do it myself.

Thinking about Dr. James Evan Wilson right now….

James Wilson whose big and warm hands cup your cheeks as his lips kiss the tears off your face.

Who wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest after you appear at his door at 12 am because you were scared and lonely.

Who drives you home and carries you up to bed when you get too drunk at the poker tournament at the hospital, tucking you in and helping you get undressed without looking.

Physical touch is never an issue, the pecks on your forehead and the hand on your lower back is his silent but constant reassurance.

The doctor is older, the faint creases appearing at the corners of his eyes when he smiles, and the slight grey that peeks through his brown hair giving away his true age.

He's a bit traditional, holding the door open for you and taking you out to nice restaurants for dates with his Oncologist money, and never letting you touch the bill.

James’s fingers that brush against your hair as you curl up on the floor beside his leg, the material of his expensive slacks brushing against your cheek as it rests against his knee.

James who gives. Who gives and gives to everyone and takes care of you as best as he possibly can.

He's observant, perceptive. He knows your every insecurity, your vulnerable naivety, and he can't help but feel guilty for needing to be needed by you. Exploiting your innocence.

But it works.

He'll comfort you and protect you forever, like the broken little bird that you are.

Smut under the cut!!

His voice cracked as your hand worked him faster, slick sounds filling the quiet room. He was already trembling, chest rising in frantic bursts, but his sharp tongue hadn’t dulled.

“F–fuck, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop—” Scaramouche snapped, hips jerking into your fist like he could wring more out of you if he tried hard enough. “Harder. Tighter. I said more.”

You raised a brow, deliberately slowing your strokes, dragging the pace into something lazy, unbearable. His whine was instant, petulant.

“Y-you’re doing it on purpose,” he spat, voice breaking again when you squeezed too hard, forcing a gasp out of him. “Damn it, I told you—ah—!”

The shudder that wracked him nearly sent him curling in on himself, thighs quivering. You didn’t stop. Even when his climax hit and he tried to twist away, your grip didn’t falter, pumping him through it until his slick arousal dripped down your knuckles.

“Stop, stop—too much—!” His voice pitched high, yet he kept thrusting weakly into your hand, betraying his own pleas. His eyes were glassy, hair stuck to his damp forehead, mouth falling open around broken little sounds he would’ve sworn he was incapable of making.

“More, please,” he begged this time, barely above a whisper, desperation dripping from every syllable. “I can take it. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

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So, may i request Wanderer being a little shit as usual and the reader getting pissed off so they overstim him and make him beg-

Wanderer x gn!reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SMUT/[N]SFW CONTENT (sub!Wanderer, dom!reader, overstimulation, begging)

Summary: Wanderer being an ass to you as usual, but it really starts irritating you one day and so you.. bite him back, so to speak.

A/n: welcome back Esther <3 been a long time indeed. Sorry for the wait on ur requests.. actually, sorry for disappearing in general. mmh. I know I already apologized, but... okay. I'll talk about that later. I hope you enjoy. <3

"What's the fun in doing the same thing as yesterday? Nothing better to do?"

"Psh. It's really entertaining seeing you get mad over something so little like that—"

"Another day, another reminder to me that you're stupid."

"Huh. Can't look me in the eye now? Amusing."

That's only few of the things you've been forced to listen to today. You know you can't change his personality and his words, but sometimes it really does annoy you. Infuriate you. As if he has the upper hand in everything, as if he's all knowing.

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nagito was awake again.

you could tell even before you entered the dimly lit room, the glow of his laptop screen casting eerie shadows on the walls. the soft, rhythmic clacking of keys echoed in the silence, accompanied by occasional mutterings. something about hope, probabilities, and self-loathing.

with a quiet sigh, you leaned against the doorway, watching him. his posture was the usual: slouched, one hand supporting his head, the other typing away with an almost lazy precision. his expression was unreadable, as if he were caught in some distant thought he refused to voice.

"you’re up late again," you finally spoke, your voice cutting through the stillness.

nagito barely glanced at you, offering that familiar, tired smile. "oh? it’s not that late, is it?"

"it’s past three, nagito."

he chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "well, it’s not like someone like me needs that much rest. i’m just a stepping stone for hope, after all."

you frowned. you had heard this self-deprecating nonsense countless times before, and though you knew it was deeply ingrained in him, that didn’t mean you’d let it slide.

walking over, you shut his laptop without warning, earning a small, surprised hum from him. "hey-"

"you need to sleep."

"i don’t really-"

"you need to sleep, nagito."

he sighed, his expression caught between amusement and mild exasperation. "you’re oddly persistent tonight…"

"i always am," you retorted, grabbing his wrist and giving it a gentle tug. "come on."

he didn’t resist, though he could have. he let you pull him up, his body swaying slightly as if considering whether to obey or tease you further. even when you guided him toward the bed, he didn’t complain. at least not outright.

"this is really unnecessary," he murmured, but he let you push him onto the mattress anyway. you climbed in beside him before he could make an escape, wrapping your arms firmly around his waist.

now that made him pause.

"…are you trying to restrain me?"

"yup."

nagito let out a breathy chuckle. "you do realize i could just get up if i wanted to, right?"

you tightened your hold around him in response, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. "but you won’t."

another pause. this one longer.

then, softly, almost reluctantly, he admitted, "no… i won’t."

he didn’t move. didn’t fight.

nagito simply stayed, letting himself be enveloped in your warmth, in your steady breathing, in the quiet comfort you offered so easily. his mind, always racing with thoughts of hope and his own insignificance, slowed just enough for him to register something else, something softer.

you cared. you always cared, even when he told you not to.

his fingers twitched before hesitantly settling over yours.

"…you’re such an odd person," he mumbled, voice beginning to slur with exhaustion. "why would you waste so much effort on someone like me…?"

"because i love you, idiot."

nagito let out one last quiet chuckle before finally succumbing to sleep.

and this time, his dreams were warm.

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‹𝟹 ‎ ⠀⠀ˑ˚₊ ·⠀interested in requesting? check out my pinned!

thinking about ... afab!reader asking nagito to help them test a new lipgloss they recently got, leading to reader straddling nagito and pressing kisses all over his face and he lowkey gets hard ...

i just think nagito gets hard easily with any sort of attention....

⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆ so true anon i love imagining flustering him with attention and praise ESPECIALLY when he gets a boner from it. My favorite sprite of his is that drooling self-hug hope one

WARNINGS: dom!reader AFAB!reader

↳ REQUESTS OPEN

gender neutral reader

The small plastic tube felt cool against your palm, a shimmering contrast to the nervous heat radiating from your skin. You’d bought the gloss on a whim—something sweet, high-shine, and supposedly "long-lasting"—but standing in the middle of Nagito’s room, the excuse felt flimsy.

Nagito was perched on the edge of his bed, a book resting forgotten in his lap. He looked up at you with those clouded, grey-green eyes, a soft, self-deprecating smile already tugging at his lips. "You want my help...with makeup? Surely someone as unremarkable as me is the worst possible canvas for something so lovely."

"I just want to see if it actually stays on," you murmured, stepping between his knees. "The label says it’s smudge-proof. I figured you wouldn't mind being the test subject."

He let out a breathless little laugh, his hands hovering uncertainly near your waist but never quite touching.

"Anything for you. Though I suspect your luck is simply being wasted on a piece of trash like me."

You didn't give him a chance to spiral into his usual rhythm. You twisted the cap, the scent of vanilla and sugar filling the small space between you. Carefully, you swiped the applicator across your bottom lip, then the top, before pressing them together. It was thick, glassy, and felt like an invitation.

Instead of backing away, you hooked a thumb under his chin and climbed into his lap. Nagito made a sharp, hitching sound in the back of his throat as your weight settled over his thighs, your knees pinning his hips to the mattress. His book slid to the floor with a dull thud.

"I need to be thorough," you whispered, your voice dropping an octave.

You didn't go for his lips first. You started at his temple, pressing a firm, lingering kiss against the pale skin. Then his cheekbone. Then the bridge of his nose. With every contact, you could feel him shudder beneath you. His hands finally found purchase, gripping your hips with a sudden, desperate strength that belied his frail appearance.

"Does it feel...sticky?" you asked against his jaw, before trailing a line of shimmering kisses to the corner of his mouth.

"I can't...I can't focus on the texture," Nagito rasped. His head fell back, exposing the long, pale line of his throat. You took the opening, peppering his neck with gloss-slicked marks, marking him in a way that made his breath come in short, ragged stutters.

As you moved back up to his face, your hips shifted instinctively against his. That’s when you felt it—the unmistakable, rigid heat blooming against your center. Nagito’s eyes snapped open, wide and glazed with a mixture of shock and profound shame. His fingers dug into the fabric of your clothes, his knuckles white.

"Ah, how pathetic," he choked out, his voice cracking. "To have such a...such a base reaction to something so kind. I really am the worst, aren't I? To be affected like this just because you're..."

You cut him off by capturing his lips with yours, finally delivering the killing blow to his composure. The kiss was messy and deep, the sugary gloss acting as a slick lubricant between your mouths. He tasted like desperation. As you ground your weight down against the rising tension in his slacks, a low, guttural moan escaped him—a sound far too raw for someone who claimed to be nothing.