#mod chia

His calls for your name only seemed to egg you on, as well as his touch; prompting you to practically hop into his lap, perching your core over his bulge. Nagito whined against your lips, fingernails digging in your thighs in desperation.

Whatever pleas, and worries of you not wanting trash like him from earlier, seemed to dissipate into thin air as he bucked his hips into yours. He didn’t seem to have to worry about you not wanting him, as your hips reciprocated his move by squeezing your thighs around his waist.

Nagito shuddered at the pressure, gasping out into your mouth; he muttered your name through pants. As you sucked and nibbled on his bottom lip, your hands fanned out on the back of his neck, cradling him further into you as he kissed you back with fervour. 

You pulled away from his lips to take a breath, eyes peeking open to see his flushed face, and his own green stare he bore into you through his eyelashes. Nagito seemed to dislike the fact you stopped kissing him, and though he didn’t say anything about it, the domineering gaze he had on you was enough to start grinding against his lap like before. Dragging your crotch over his, mind you, extremely prominent bulge, you could feel it grow against you; causing you to jerk away and gasp as it had been too much pressure. 

The gasp of air had been cut off as Nagito gently but eagerly pushed you to your back, taking things into his own hands as you had been going painfully slow for him. He adjusted your thighs around his waist as he leaned his back and hips into you, delicate and bony hands gripping the sides of your rib cage as if it was his lifeline. 

“I’m so sorry; trash like me- Shouldn’t even be touching you, let alone humping you like a whore-ish animal, but-” He whispered, flushed, grinning face right above yours as he bucked his hips into yours, causing you to throw your head back in graceful ecstasy, lips parting as you let out a small moan. 

Nagito let out a slightly delusional laugh at the face you made, eyes widening as he wanted to see you more clearly. “Haha, to be fair-” Nagito dipped his fluffy head down and nibbled the sensitive skin of your collar bone, hands sliding up to your shoulder blades as he arched his hips into your crotch a little harder. He spoke nothing but the truth against the crook of your neck, “you seem to be enjoying this a lot.” Mewling, you nodded frantically, urging a small obsessed chuckle from his side.

You bucked your hips up into him, trying to relieve some tension in your nether regions as it had begun to be too much. Nagito had practically scrambled to give you what you wanted, it was at that moment had you remembered that this was still Nagito, despite the domineering hold he had on you; this was still your Nagito. 

He pulled his hands away from your back, bringing his forearms up to rest beside your head, lining up his flushed face right above yours. Through pants, his words fanned against your face—and notes of mint hit your nostrils. “I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to see- Ghhah! T-trash like me right above your f-face, huh?” He groaned out, an apologetic smile on his face as he jerked his hips into yours, causing you to moan out a little louder, to his lot. 

You shook your head, fingers that had been gripping the sheets beside you, just seconds ago, shot up to his head full of fluffy white hair, pulling it slightly as you pushed him into your own face. His own green eyes widened as if he wasn’t expecting you to do that, breath hitching as he caught the lustful look in your eyes— lustful for him as it seems.

He almost felt pressured to make you feel good, cutting his call of your name off with his own lips on yours— he found himself melting into you, becoming completely immersed in you, your touch, your scent, your lips, your hips- It was as if he was binding himself into you; or at least that’s what he thought was happening. 

Nagito had not only been melting into you in mind but also in body, as his knees buckled, causing him to fall and push up riiiiight against your sweet spot. Sure, you can call it a happy accident- but who’s to say Nagito didn’t do that on purpose? 

“I’m sorry, so sorry-” He didn’t seem to be as sorry as he said he was, as he began grinding into you quicker, harder; a pace you could barely keep up with though you sat there and still took it with a glass of water. 

“N-Nagito—!” You sobbed out suddenly, feeling your own fluids start to soak up your underwear and pants, you felt humiliation- though it had been nothing akin to how Nagito had been feeling. He was already thinking of what to say to you after he gets you to finish, cultivating several ways to beg for your forgiveness straight after. 

With his voice slightly shaky from his grinding movements, he spoke anyway, “S-saying a name that belongs to trash like me, surely you know that’s below you, right?” His tone had almost been mocking, teasing; although it hadn’t truly been his intention to sound so. It was strange how he could degrade himself, and make it sound like he was degrading you all at the same time. Either way, it didn’t really matter as it only seemed to make your body grow warmer in arousal.

“Haha- oh god-” His bubbly laugh lowered an octave as you felt him grind especially hard and slow against your hips, you could feel him getting more desperate; the short social cue he had spoken earlier seemed to further your suspicion; he was close. 

You arched your back into him and brought his hips closer to yours by wrapping your legs wrapped around his waist snugly. You bucked your hips up into his yet again, back lifting off the mattress as you stifled a loud moan from the increasing pressure. 

Nagito didn’t seem to see the point of stifling his moans, as he seemed to moan as loud as he possibly could— fortunately and unfortunately, the pretty, breathy moans had been muffled by the cloth of the top garment you had been wearing, that he had been digging his nose into. It was unfortunate, the moans were too beautiful to be muffled, but you wouldn’t want any of your neighbours to complain, right?

“S/o, h-how close are you? S-seems like trash like me got ahead of myself, huh? I.. Hh- D-don’t think I can last any longer, but maybe I can get you off with my thigh-” You shook your head; though you weren’t opposed to the idea, you certainly were close.

“Did you buy this for me? Hm? And don’t lie, you know better than that.” You shamefully nodded, “Wah! Don’t look so disappointed to admit that~” Kokichi moved his head down to the crook of your neck, “I know how much you want to impress me, it's okay. After all, I am the ultimate supreme leader, who wouldn’t?” 

He muttered cockily, lips moving down closer to the skin of your neck, taking the skin in between his teeth and sucking at it roughly; dear lord, the sounds were intoxicating.

“Ah! Kokichi- Wait-” He pulled away at your request, but not before sucking out a fresh hickey on your neck, smirking at his work. 

“Awww, but I can’t help it! S/o-chan looks soooo sexy! I might just ravish you like a feral beast, nishishi!” You nervously squirmed underneath him, was he serious about that? “Ah but, that’s the reason why you bought this right? You totally planned to seduce the Ultimate Supreme Leader.” He smirked as your face confirmed his statement, “You’re so eaaasy! I can read you like a book. Nishishi! Oops!” 

Your eyes widened, face twisting into one of pleasure as he shoved his knee in between your legs. He stayed quiet after that, only letting out quiet groans as he sucked and nipped at your neck. You couldn’t help but buck your hips into his knee, trying to relieve your arousal that grew with each lewd sound he made against your neck. 

Once he had made you want it enough, he finally pulled away, leaving you confused. The fucked out expression on your face had his pants tighten, but he still didn’t want to give you what you wanted. Not until you'd beg for it. and he figured he’d deal with his problem later.

“It’s too bad I won’t give you what you want though.” He pouted, turning around so you could see his shoulders slump exaggeratedly.

“Oh and, no one else can either, since I have my name written aaaaallll over you.” Kokichi added a teasing smile on his face revealed as he craned his neck, tapping the spot matching your hickey. Without another word, he walked out your door without another word, leaving you embarrassed and frustrated on the bed. 

Shuichi Saihara

Turning around, you nervously looked at yourself in the mirror, judging the way the lace looks on your skin. “I wonder… Will Shuichi like it?” You murmured quietly to yourself, unknowing of the wide eyes burning holes onto the back of your body. Your once thoughtful demeanour soon dispersed as you saw Shuichi’s frozen figure in the mirror, standing behind your practically naked figure. 

“Shuichi! Why d-didn’t you knock?” You tried shielding your body with your arms, staring accusingly at Shuichi as he stood like a deer caught in headlights. After scrambling to gain back his usually calm composure, he immediately turned around as to give you some time and space to cover up. 

“Y-you didn’t answer! I thought something b-bad had happened to you!” His wide eyes fixed on the wall in front of him, shoulders tense as he tried to block off the dirty thoughts that had started flowing dangerously close to his nether regions. 

‘What are you, some kind of pervert!?’ He mentally scolded himself, hands going up to his face to try and rub away the sight of you in lingerie, not that he wanted to, he just didn’t want you to see him with a hard-on. He personally wanted to have a picture of you like that hanged, a body like that? Dressed in lingerie no less? He couldn’t have gotten any luckier to get a girlfriend like you. But he wouldn’t be so lucky if you never forgave him for walking in on you naked.

His efforts to try and turn himself off, were rendered fruitless and time was already up as you spoke in the voice he loved so much, “You can turn around now, I covered it up.” He couldn’t help the sad sigh that escaped his lips, he wanted to see you in that lingerie longer, in all honesty. Unfortunately, it was a sigh you had interpreted as relief for not having to see your body. “U-um, I think I’m okay f-facing the wall.”

Assuming he didn’t turn around due to the fear of having to see the sight of your body, you reassured him, tone sadder than before. “I… covered up already, Shuichi, you can turn around.” You felt a bit shameful, it was a bad idea to ever buy that for Shuichi, as he made it painfully obvious he didn’t like it- maybe didn’t even like your body. “I-I can’t.” 

You rolled your eyes, it was getting out of hand at this point. Yanking his arm, you turned him around to face you, your eyes and his widening simultaneously for different reasons. Your face flushed as you made eye contact with the painfully obvious tent he tried so desperately to hide. He scrambled to cover it with his hands. 

“I-I am so sorry! It’s just- You looked so sexy and-” He blubbered out excuses as a loud alarm blared out in his head. You interrupted, heart fluttering for such a stupid reason, “W-wait, so you did like it?” You didn’t want to ask such a stupid question, but your self-esteem really needed it. 

He looked at you in shock, “Of course I did! Wait, w-were you worried I didn’t?” For an ultimate detective, that sure took long to figure out. “Well yeah, you sounded like you didn’t want to see me in that ridiculous thing again-” You looked off to the side awkwardly, gasping quietly as you felt Shuichi grab onto your shoulders. “That’s…! The complete opposite of what I want…” His confidence seemed to wither, his golden eyes drifting away from yours. 

“Wait— I-I’m not trying to be perverted, I swear!” He lied as you smiled lopsidedly at his nervousness, “I bought this for you, you know.” You tugged at the bottom of your cover up, pulling it up slightly. “Me?” His eyes sparkled as nodded, pulling off the entire cover-up, revealing your body he hadn’t gotten to savour the first time. He looked at you in awe, as his pants seemed to get tighter. “Hey, do you... do you want me?”

His breath hitched, his ears not used to the sultry tone you spoke in. Though, that didn’t mean he couldn’t get used to it. “So much…-” You swallowed his desperate pant with your lips, as he ran his nervous hands on your waist, tightening his grip ever so slightly.

Nagito

“S/o-san, I brought those snacks you always say you li-” You let out a squeal as your cabin door suddenly opened, revealing your white-haired boyfriend. He let out a short breath as he let his eyes trail over your body, dressed in white lingerie. You looked like an angel, were you here to save him?

He stayed speechless, accidentally letting his eyes linger for too long, as a result of you snapping him out of his daze. “N-nagito? You’re s-staring.” For someone who doesn’t shut up about hope, he sure was quiet- “S/o... “ He dropped the bag full of your favourite snacks, wobbly advancing towards you. 

“You-you’re… the most stunning, the most hopeful being I have ever laid eyes on I- My good luck must have been especially active today to have seen someone as beautiful as you wearing such a thing..!” To your surprise, he fell to his knees, a squeak erupting your throat as he did. 

He grasped onto your hand desperately, “I know trash like me shouldn’t be touching you, even looking at you but,” His eyes swirled, a quiet giggle escaping his wide lips, “I must be the most selfish man in the world, to keep someone as hopeful as you all to myself.”

“N-nagito-” He suddenly cut you off, “So please, I beg of you... tell me to leave.” Your eyes widened in surprise, what? “I don’t deserve you S/o, you’re so pure, so beautiful..! I’m only holding back your whole potential. Please, I don’t have the control to leave myself, you need to tell me to go-” You combatted his words, falling down to his level, and seating yourself on his lap. 

“I love you more than you’ll ever know, and… I need you, so you can’t leave. Know that, my potential is nothing, unless I am with you, yeah?” His heart thumped against his chest as he slid his disgusting hands onto your waist, gripping onto the pure, beautiful flesh with his grimy fingers. ‘He didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve this-’ “And you know, I bought this for you.” 

You spoke in a gentle tone, shivers going up your spine as you felt his slightly dry hands, trail your hip. “S/o… why? Why would you buy something so… incredibly beautiful for someone like me?” It was a little heart-breaking to hear him speak as if you doing this was a crime.

You cradled his head, letting him drop his fluffy crown into your chest. “Why, do you like it?” You giggled, fingers tangling themselves in his hair. “Is that even a question? You look so beautiful, so angelic in such a thing,”

His grip on you got tighter, as he pulled you closer into him. “You look so pure, I almost want to... tear it off and ruin you.” His eyes held lustful darkness in them, watching your expressions closely and carefully. He sighed as you whimpered under your breath.

“... You see what you do to me? What kind of person I am..? You should jus-” You shut him up, arms wrapping around him and lips locking with his. Even after what he said, you’re still kissing him? He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand the extent of your hope. Kissing back in confusion, he let his fingers roam your back, fingertips brushing against the soft lingerie. 

You pulled away with a whine, “W-what else? Nagito, fuck, what else?” Your voice was desperate, hips pressing against his hard-on, rocking against his bulge ever so slightly. Small whimpers left your mouth as he groaned, “Do you even want to know?” You nodded eagerly, “Please.” To make someone so hopeful, look so desperate for someone like him… Who did he think he was?

Even so, he shouldn’t deny what you want. That’d just be another level of disrespect. Letting out a shaky breath, he awkwardly moved to the side of your head, “I…” Where should he even start? “I’ve always imagined you getting fucked senseless by me, whimpering for more even though you could barely take what I’ve already given you. Though it’s shameful of trash like me to even think of you in that way, I can’t help it… What do you think about that?” He sounded hesitant to ask, afraid to know your answer.

Kokichi may be the hugest liar you will ever meet in the world, but he keeps to his word, that he’ll do anything for love. Even strangling someone.

And in this case, the ‘someone’ was a lifeless stuffed animal.

“K-Kokichi! You fucking dumbass— What do you think that’ll even do!? Kill it!?” You cried out, straining as you tried to yank the plushy away from his iron grip. “Stuffed animals can’t breathe!” Kokichi replied in between grunts, white knuckles gripping the plushy tight around its.. its neck. “Not after this, it won’t!” Cackling victoriously, the gremlin finally managed to pull the plushy away from, and the extraordinary momentum had thrown it across the room. 

“Kokichi! That was my favourite-” Your words had been taken away from you as Kokichi suddenly jumped you, tackling you to your bed as he wrapped his arms and legs around you. “I thought I was your favourite..” His voice was soft, the innocent, puppy-dog tone almost had you cave in. Almost.

“Kokichi…” You whined, “I want my plushy back; you’re too heavy.” Kokichi pinched your back, prompting a squeal out of you, “I’m not heavy, you meanie!” You squirmed, sitting up with the boy clinging to you on your lap. “You didn’t have to pinch me, you ass.” Mumbling, you shuffled up, chest feeling as if it had been crushed by the boy sticking to you. 

Kokichi didn’t reply to your insult, instead, shifting closer to you before stilling, almost like dried clay. “Nishishi! Now you’re all mine!” You stifled a smile, “What? Were you jealous of a plushy?” Kokichi shook his head, grin wide and bright as always, “Of course not! It never had a chance against me so I wasn’t even a little worried!” That was a lie. He was scared if you had gotten too attached to the plushy, you’d rather the plushy’s hugs instead of his—eventually, never hugging him again. Kokichi shuddered at the thought.

“I don’t know, the plushy doesn’t—you know—pinch me so..” Kokichi gripped tighter onto you, making sure to prevent your leave before sighing dramatically, “Fine, I’m sorry, okay? Now just promise to always hug me instead of that stupid pillow, kay?” Kokichi spoke in an annoyingly cute voice— but despite being shrill to your ears, you couldn’t help but melt as you heard the real meaning to it. The meaning behind his little act. In a frustratingly teasing voice, you tantalized him. “So you were jealous.”

Kokichi snorted dismissively, grip not loosening, “Nishishi! Why would I be jealous of a plushy? You’re lucky to even be touching an Ultimate Supreme Leader!” It was ironic, seeing as how you hadn’t even been hugging him back, let alone touching him—to which he had painfully noticed, and disliked. Yet he was acting like you were the one who had been strangling a toy for him.

His grin faltered, and you could catch the almost unnoticeable flash of jealousy that shone in his purple eyes. But despite the small tell, you let him win this round, you neglected him enough. you neglected him for less than a minute before he pounced on you, mans was insane.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Fuyuhiko had just gotten back from a rough day at work, he sighed as he opened the door, he was extremely exhausted from doing— what was he doing? Well, he’s a Yakuza, that’s a secret. “S/o, I’m home..!” His voice sounded drained, though relieved, he was finally home and all he wanted was to cuddle you— Ah. But it seems you’ve chosen a plushie over a real-life man. 

Fuyuhiko’s eye fell on the sight of you, snuggling a plushie whilst you watched a movie. He pouted, he was always the one you snuggled. Betrayal ran through his veins; what had changed? Did you not love him anymore?

No, I’m kidding; he’s just being a drama queen.

Despite his sulky demeanour, he refused to beg for your attention just so he could get your.. your soft and warm cuddles... that make him feel safe no matter where he was.

... Well, he tried to refuse. It seems, even Yakuza bosses couldn’t refuse the uncontrollable want to be in your arms. Could you blame him? The man just wanted to be held by his partner. 

He wasn’t going to admit that though. The boss baby had too much pride to demand cuddles, unlike Kokichi-

So he decided, you were going to be given the silent treatment. Yes, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, the ultimate Yakuza boss was planning to give you the silent treatment(and fail). It didn’t seem like he needed to anyway, you had been so invested in the movie you didn’t even hear him come in, nor did you greet him like you usually did. Sheeesh, that one must have hurt.

Fuyuhiko furrowed his brow and waited for you to notice him, dropping his shoes on the ground twice. It wasn’t until he started jangling his keys aggressively and slapping his bag against the counter, did you actually notice his presence. After you finally did, you spared him a meek hand wave before bringing the same arm back around your plush tightly. “Oh. Hey, Fuyu.” 

You didn’t even turn your head to look at him.

He simply stared at you, you who had just snuggled closer to your plushy— were.. were you giving it head pats!? His frown deepened, you were just doing it on purpose at this point. 

Scoffing, he sat next to your spot on the couch, glaring daggers into the plushy as you seemed distracted with the TV in front of you. He felt his heart sink as you didn’t cuddle into his side like you usually did. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned into the armrest opposite to you, feigning a grudge. 

He couldn’t even get comfortable on the armrest, he kept shifting every 5 seconds just to get your attention and because he really couldn’t seem to get comfortable on the chair. Fuyuhiko watched you with wide, astounded eyes as you only seemed to stuff your face in the plushy. And yup, you guessed it, he caved in. “Tch... if you’re mad at me for something, can you just tell me what I did wrong? This... plushy bull crap is irritating me.” You turned your head to finally look at him in surprise, he thought you were mad at him?

“Huh?” You perked your head up from the plushy, attention completely on him now. He felt embarrassment wash over his entire body; had you not been doing it on purpose?

“N-nothing- whatever, it’s nothing.” Fuyuhiko’s face flushed, your sudden attention on him; he hadn’t gotten used to it.

Drilling your eyes into him, you sent him an unconvinced look, but shrugged anyway— He’s a grown-ass man, if he wanted cuddles, he can ask for them. 

Fuyuhiko sulked as he watched you turn away, it obviously wasn’t nothing. You turned your head back at him as you heard him mumble something. Looking at him with a feigned-confused expression, you cocked your head to the side. “What’d you say?” 

He flushed and looked away, unconsciously scooting towards you, “I- You can cuddle me instead of that pillow, if you want or whatever. It doesn’t matter.” He murmured, moving to stand up. “Never mind.” You grinned at his brooding demeanour, yanking his hand back onto you and throwing the plush somewhere, “Okay, okay! I was just joking with you, I know how much you want my hugs.” 

He fell with an ‘oomph’ against your body, face blank as his mind didn’t seem to register what had happened yet. 

“Wh- No you dumbass! I was bringing you back your scarf, I think you dropped it outside your dorm.” You outstretched the hand with his scarf in it, towards him, your other hand covering your face subconsciously. “Oh.” His face dropped into a bored expression, “Hey, is that it?” You looked up at him in confusion, getting whiplash from the sudden change of voice and expression, “Huh?”

“Well, if you’re not gonna take advantage of me, why else are you still here for?” Huh. He did have a point. Although it wasn’t a very nice way of saying ‘get out’, you figured, well hey, it’s Kokichi of all people. Shrugging off the awkward atmosphere, you made your way to his door.

“Heyyy waiiiiit, I never said to leave~ I just meant, are we gonna fuck or not?” … That wasn’t better.

You trailed your eyes over his face that had wet purple hair sticking to it, searching for a traces of a joking expression. But you only ended up more confused as you couldn’t seem to read him at all. 

“Well, that’s my cue.” Without looking back you left his dorm.

◊ Shortly after that, he wouldn’t even hesitate a tiny bit to tell everyone you had seen him naked, you were sure he would’ve hollered it in the streets if he could.

◊ He would wake people up like that, “S/O SAW ME NAKED! Nishishi! Anyway, g’morning!”

◊ “Hey you know S/o-” “-saw you naked? Jesus fuck, Kokichi, we all know.” “What, you jealous~?”

◊ He wouldn’t bother trying to avoid talking about it in front of you, if anything, he searches for you, just so he could have you watch as he flaunted the fact you saw him nude, in front of his classmates. “They pratically dry-humped me with their eyes-” “It WAS ONE TIME-” 

(Alternate situation!)

“Kokichi I got your-” You screamed as you saw him jump out his shower, wang swinging around and water gun in hand. “NISHISHI! I GOT YOU NOW YOU PERV!” He shot painfully strong blasts of water at your eyeballs, “KOKICHI- OW! STOP-” He didn’t. “FEEL THE PAIN!!!” 

Nagito Komaeda

◊ I think that if you had caught Nagito walking out the shower, he wouldn’t really be too bothered or fazed by it at all. Sadly, this probably wasn’t the first time someone had walked in on him like this. He’s gotten used to his luck. 

◊ if anything he'll probably act like he expected this. Like,

◊ "oh no... you've caught me naked."

◊ "..."

◊ "how unfortunate."

◊ Instead of worrying more about exposing himself nude to you, he’d worry more about the disturbing sight your hopeful eyes had to witness. 

You knocked on the Nagito’s door gently, frowning when you received no response. Deciding to try his door knob, your eyes widened a fraction as you saw it was unlocked. Immediately assuming the worst situation, you rushed in. “Nagito!?-” You panicked, but quickly was relieved when you saw his… wet face? Huh, that’s weird, where’s his shirt? A-and his pants- oh my god. You spoke the last part out aloud, face flushing as you went speechless. 

“Hey S/o- Oh wait…” He raised his arm to wave at you, not registering in his head that he had just let go of the only thing covering his manhood. He looked back down, nonchalantly picking up the towel back again and very slowly wrapping it back around his waist. You suspected he was teasing you, though when you thought about it more, you were probably wrong. 

“How unfortunate… What a terrible sight I’ve just revealed to you, you must be disgusted. I am truly sorry for corrupting your eyes, you must despise me-” You scrambled your brain to choke out words, “N-no! It wasn’t a terrible sight at all, quite the opposite actually- Not! That I find you, uh, hot or anything, um- I mean, it's definitely not below-average haha— I mean! Uh-” You made a thinking noise that went on for too long, stalling for time as you darted your eyes all over his room for something he could cover up with, as he seemed too distracted with his own self-loathing to put on any clothes. 

“S-shirt!” You quickly grabbed onto the familiar white shirt you always see him wearing, heart fluttering when you got a whiff of it as you threw it in his direction. Unsurprisingly, the shirt ended up wrapping around his head, nearly suffocating him as it tangled in his hair. “Mmf..!” He tried pulling at the material but to no avail. Giving up, he adopted a sheepish stance, his hand rubbing the back of his cold neck as he stood awkwardly. You could practically see the signature nervous smile on his face underneath the thin fabric.

“Nagito, ca-can you breathe? I am, s-so sorry!” You stupidly bowed, forgetting he couldn’t see you. After furrowing your eyebrows at your own stupidity, you acted quick, helping to tear off the shirt on his head. In one quick motion, the material yanked off, Nagito’s head bobbing towards yours from the force, and loudly bonking your forehead against his. 

Before he could start apologizing again, you quickly slipped his shirt around his head, shutting him up while you pulled it down the rest of the way. “Sorry for almost suffocating you- Um, I could dry your hair, to make it up to you?” You nervously asked, hoping he wouldn’t see through you and know why you really wanted to dry his hair. 

“I ha—hah..! Byakuya, you little- No- Lower the fucking power! shit, I’m going to-!” Your voice was barely audible over the loud music, along with the almost ringing noise of champagne glasses clinking and people laughing. You tightened your grip on his suit jacket, your hands were creasing his expensive clothing, but if he continued putting the vibe in your panties at such a strength, soon your cum would ruin your extremely expensive dress. An eye for an eye, you thought as you stared at him dead-on. 

This was stupid, risky and exhilarating all at the same time, something you wouldn’t think you’d ever describe an experience with Byakuya of. That’s not even the surprising part, moments before the event, Byakuya had been the one to ask you if you’d want to try it. The kinky little fuck never ceased to amaze you- let me tell you, a sexual relationship with Byakuya would never be boring when he surprises you with risks like this.

Despite your wavering irritated glare, he only stared back at you in amusement, a small sinister smirk tugging at his lips. “What are you going to do, hm? Humiliate yourself in front of all these people? Moan out my name while the entire crowd watches?” You could see sadistic darkness possess his gaze on you, one only you could see; at the cause of the close proximity, you shared with him. 

You opened your mouth to speak, eyebrows furrowing in defiance, but he quickly shut you up, as he dipped you suddenly, your exposed neck perfect for him to dig his nose into— “I invited precisely 128 guests today- say, does it get you off to cum in your pretty little panties in front of all one-hundred and twenty-eight guests?” His breath fanned on the sensitive skin of your collarbone, and as his lips grazed the skin you couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath of your own. He could see the skin flush from his touch, and that only made him more aroused.

You couldn’t help but let out a squeaky mewl at his words, feeling your panties get even more sticky and wet. Even though you felt your body melting, submitting to the tall man on instinct, you still refused to submit your mind to him yet. “N-no, you’re the one who bought this, I only agreed because-!” You hesitated, voice caught in your throat as you darted your eyes at him in sudden desperation. For a split second, you had fazed into your subspace, the domineering look he had on you triggered your instinct to kneel. “Because?” A knowing smirk twitched at his lips, you wondered if he’s ever smiled a smile that wasn’t that same shit-eating smirk.

Despite your bratty thought, you bit your tongue, if you said anymore, who knows what he’d do? The man had close to zero limits.

“Because …I wanted to please you.” You uttered the last part out, quietly shrinking underneath him as you felt your head get fuzzier. He noticed your words becoming more and more dazed, and he couldn’t help but grin at the effect he had on you. “Good girl, but come back now, we’re still in public, princess.” Judging by the look on his face, you had fortunately pleased him with your words, but you noticed the slight seriousness in his tone and so you straightened your back to pretend to be presentable as if there wasn’t a violent vibration in between your legs. You always had to listen to your dom after all. As you stepped forward to dance, you felt the object shift closer to your clit. 

As pleading gasps escaped your lips, you felt shock-waves of pleasure shoot up your body without warning. Your eyes clenched tightly as you felt something strong build up in your stomach. Your legs were trembling from underneath you as you pawed at Byakuya desperately. In an attempt to prevent yourself from completely embarrassing yourself in front of everyone, you reached one hand in between your two legs to try and turn it off. 

Byakuya caught what you were trying to do as soon as he saw your hand move down, but he caught you quicker and slid the remote out from underneath his sleeve, increasing the power with his middle finger. 

Your eyes widened and you felt your legs give out from underneath you, a loud wail almost escaping you but you ripped your hand away from his to muffle the noise about to escape your mouth. As you tumbled onto his chest, Byakuya caught your weak figure and smoothly guided you to a chair, feigning small worry as to fool the others; as if he was worried. 

The moment he felt your body collapse, images of fucking into your limp but still squirming body filled his head, he had to resist the urge to just rip off that dress of yours and take you in front of everyone. Still, he had a reputation to keep, one he has genuinely considered bombing just for the sake of fucking you.

The humiliation of unravelling in front of the eyes of more than a hundred people filled your entire being, and you couldn’t find the courage to look at anyone around you with your tear-filled eyes as you felt your orgasm wash over you. This was so dirty, this was so wrong, so wrong but the feeling in between your legs told you this was anything but right.  

The sitting position certainly didn’t help, the chair only pushed the gadget further up you, pressing against your twitching entrance. “Hht! B-Byakuya-” You felt yourself getting overstimulated as soon as your orgasm wore off, and you had to resist the severe urge to spread your legs because a lady wouldn’t do that and you were still in the middle of a very populated ball.

You were near sobbing hysterically, the feeling of your clit being heavily overstimulated along with the embarrassing stares of your classmates was going to be the death of you. 

He knew that; he was just waiting for you to break, the ‘comforting’ hand he had sliding up and down your back to fool others wasn’t so comforting when you knew the true intent of it. It was teasing, mocking you as your legs shook, you were sure your entire dress had been covered with your juices.

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-”