#bloodplay

Unbeknownst to you, Nagito has been trailing behind you for days. Ever since he heard what your ultimate was, damn, he couldn't get you off of his brain. Every waking moment his mind swirled with thoughts of you. whether it was you running away from a classmate, knife in their hand, or if it was you touching yourself in your cottage, trying to stifle your moans. Of course, he wouldn't dare strike up a conversation with you, much less make eye contact—he doesn't want to damage you; damage your optimistic and pure self with his repulsive hedonistic gaze, no matter how parasocial he was for you.

But things were starting to get serious here, people were dying—which he didn't care too much about... Even so, it meant that you were at risk now.

So he resorted to just keeping a safe distance between you two.. Which ended up backfiring in the end.

He wheezed, feet dragging against the hard tile as he just barely missed the door. You turn around, watching the frail man hunch over to catch his breath.

"Nagito? What are you doing here!"

"Haah.. Sorry.. You probably didn't want to be stuck in here with someone like me, did you?" He chuckled in contempt, but all you do is frown at his attempt to cover up his stalking.

"No matter, we can get out of here together then!" you console, hand reaching to rub the small of his back, but once he feels the contact, his body recoils back.

"How kind of you, (your name)."

Your lips quirk up into a smile, and that smile grows even wider once you take in your surroundings.

"An escape room? this is easy!"

You launch yourself forward, examining the room with ease, but you notice Nagito, arms crossed and blending in with shadows in the corner.

"Come help me, Nagito. We'll finish faster that way."

Really? You wanted Nagito, the debauched waste of space to try and assist you? He could hardly believe what you just said, the only thing verifying it was real was the feeling of his heart pumping generous amounts of blood to his dick. Gosh, what a degenerate he was. He wondered, were you thinking that too? Maybe you liked that part of him, the one who's madly in love with the thought of you but blames it on a stupid belief. He finds it hard to believe that you're dumb enough to not know that he's been following you the entire time, and of course, you're not, you've just never been concerned about it. You have enough hope to believe that he'd never do anything to hurt you.

With slight hesitation, he took a step towards you, and you both finished the escape room in no longer than 10 minutes.

Thats when the gun came out.

After watching how Nagito barely made it out alive, a smile quickly spread across your already joyful features.

"Nagito! oh my gosh! You truly are the ultimate lucky student!" Your hands come up to his shoulders, shaking his frame in excitement, "Now we can go see what the ultimate weapon is... And find out who killed nekomaru."

Nagitos face turns a pale red as he feels your fingers digging into the bone of his shoulder, beads of sweat piling at his hairline. It was like he had that despair fever all over again. Nagito could hardly breathe, as if some cursed force was pressing against his stomach—or putting a hex on him to make him feel as lightheaded and nauseas as he did... Based on the stunt he just pulled with the gun, he wouldn't put that idea past.

Nagito hardly processed what was happening before you were dragging him along to the back room, suddenly your soft hand holding his calloused and (now) sweaty one.

As you step foot through the door, a familiar monochrome bear jumps out in front of you.

"Ooh! What are you two getting up to... going back here all alone!?"

"Don't think stuff like that!" Monomi whines.

"Well, we beat the game." You say rather proudly, squeezing nagitos hand—unconsciously or not, he still felt the tingle of your hand clenching around his spread throughout his entire body.

"Nope! Only one of you did!" He laughs, the sound piercing your ears.

"W-What?..." Nagito trips on his tongue.

"Me?" You point at yourself, "So I can't go in here unless I play russian roulette?"

"Jeez... Do I have to explain everything to you people? Yes! Now go on!"

You morosely let your hand drop to your side, and take a step back into the final dead room, but to your surprise, Nagito walked back in with you.

"(Your name), please don't do it! Don't listen to a word monokuma says!" Monomi desperately tries to persuade, but now that Nagito had decided to stay by you, you have all the hope in the world that you'll make it out alive just as he did!

"She's right, you know..." Nagito mutters.

Brushing off your remaining nerves, your hand wraps around the handle of the gun, and you hold it up against your head. Nagitos whole body physically stiffens, and he tries to clear his sudden dry throat.

"What a shame it'd be if the ultimate hope died in a place like this.. someone like me wouldn't be able to carry on your legacy... So let me play the game again in place of you." He babbles, not looking at anyone directly, instead at the ground, as if he were praying.

You reveal a crooked smile, Nagitos head tilting up to look at you.

"Don't worry, Nagito! Just transfer some of your luck to me and it'll be fine!"

His heart drums in his chest rapidly, chest starting to heave for a reason he doesn't understand. He hesitantly drags his feet to close the distance between you two as you expectantly squeeze your eyes shut, forcing tears to prick the corner of your eyes.

"I don't-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, your finger pulled the trigger.

...

You slowly opened your eyes, the ringing in your ears gradually being replaced by monomi's tone deaf screams. You look down to your feet; your shoes are stained with splatters of bright red(or pink).

Am i dead?

was the first thing that you thought, but as your eyes followed the trail of droplets, you find a puddle of the substance around Nagitos foot, soaking into the soles.

To your despair, Nagito had swiftly knocked the gun from your hands, inconveniently shooting himself in the thigh.

Blood sputters almost ecstatically out of the gaping hole in his pants.

Nagitos hands tremble as he falls to the ground, but his eyes never leave yours.

"Nagito! Oh fuck!"

You stumble to Nagito, slipping on his blood along the way. You drop to your knees as your hand hovers over his wound.

"Nagito... What did you do.." You say, breathless.

"Don't worry.. I'm not dying. J-Just got a little hurt." Nagito chokes on his own words, the pain of his open wound aching viciously.

Noticing how the wound is still bleeding, you start to worry that, worst-case-scenario; he'd pass out.

You warily press your palm into his thigh, and the warmth of his blood promptly coats it, sending tingles up your entire arm. Nagito accidentally lets out a hoarse grunt at your actions, his eyebrows twist and his stomach churns with sickness. The sensational heat of your skin mixing with the flesh of his insides causes an ache to spread throughout his entire body. He felt so horribly warm, feverish even, as he felt his brain pound against his skull. But even with that aching, his blood didn't forget to rush straight to his cock either. Why was it now that he felt like a porn addict with such vehemence? Because of you, of course.

His blood was all over you now, feeling it seep through clothes into your pores. How shamelessly immodest this scenario was; you couldn't stop your train of thought when you saw him sprawled out on the ground just beneath you. The pain was distinctly written all over his face, even though he says he's okay, clearly he isn't—which makes you feel charmed in some way... Maybe it's because he took a bullet for you, or maybe it's something else entirely. Nagito was somehow paler than usual, hollowed out almost, like he'd just finish running a marathon. His lips parted slightly to release short lived exhales, and eyes glossed over with a feeling that can't be described besides a fierce lust.

Seeing this expression, even you can hardly contain yourself. Why did he have to look so cute when he felt the opposite? Not like you minded anyways...

Your other hand rises up to wipe a remaining bead of sweat caught on his eyebrow as you hear monomi getting whisked away by monokuma in the background, a subtle "be quiet, youre ruining the moment!" could be heard, but only barely.

"Does it hurt?" You ask sweetly, even though you already know the answer.

your palm presses deeper into the wound, making his spine arch and toes curl.

"Hngh! Y-Yes.. But it's ok.. I wouldn't want t-to inconvenience you."

You lean in closer, and let your tongue lick along his jawline.

"You're not an inconvenience to me, Nagito." You mutter, kissing his skin.

You feel the hairs on his neck rising as you leave a trail of wetness, dragging the flat of your tongue on his neck lower and lower.

Nagito lets out a brittle grunt. The heel of your palm grinds against his thigh as if it were his cock, making the pain quickly overtake his body, almost on par with the throbbing of his ravenous boner.

"Ahah—fffuck, (name)!"

Thats when reality finally hits you.

You recoil back, your bloodied hand leaving his thigh.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry Nagito! I don't know what I was thinking!" You sputter, a wave of guilt crashing over you.

Nagito's finally snapped out of his trance too...but he feels a little different. Emptier.

All sensation leaves his body as he watches you panic. No more ache, no more feeling of your saliva slick his skin.

"No, no. I'm the one who's sorry... You must've just realized how worthless I am, haven't you?" Tears start to blur his vision, but he can still see the remnants of his blood on your skin, and he reaches for it, bringing your hand up to his face.

"Hmmm~" He whines, "If you let me, I'll prove my worth. Just please, keep touching me."

You could swear your face turned as red as your hand, but before you could process the heat on your face, you felt the heat of Nagito's mouth. His tongue swirling around your middle and pointer fingers.

He laps up the blood fervently and messily, blood coating his chin and cheeks as he gets every crevice of your fingers. His eyes flutter shut to focus on feeling you.

You fear you might be getting ahead of yourself... but you can't help it when you shove your fingers deeper down his throat.

You watch as his eyes fly open and his body squirms. saliva spills out of his mouth, seeping out of the crevices of your fingers as he gags, fingers curling up to tickle his uvula.

Yet he doesn't protest. His body insists that he pulls away, though his brain tells him to stay... But his body seems to have given up rebelling as your eyes flicker down to his lap, his hips jerking up involuntarily.

You pull your slightly pruned fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva snapping as your hand falls to your side.

Suddenly Monokuma appears in front of you, making you gasp.

"Sorry to intrude on this spicy moment but Nagito needs to be treated immediately!"

Then he leaves with Nagito and you go back to your room😞

But before leaving.. you secretly snatched the gun from off of the floor and pocketed it, ideas swirling through your mind. (PART 2?!?)