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Nagito lays beneath you, his lithe body a jumble of bones and limbs in the expanse of your bed. His cheeks are dusted with a deep pink that reaches to the tip of his ears and travels down his neck and chest. You latch your mouth onto the sensitive skin on the side of his neck and his breath stops. You leave another love bite on his pale skin, like a canvas for you to leave your mark. Soft pants leave his thin pink lips while you grind yourself agonizingly slow against his erection, and you kiss him feverishly, a small whimper leaving his mouth as you do.
He attempts to buck up against you, but the pressure of your body weighing against him keeps him pinned against the mattress. The restriction sends a rush of endorphins through his body, the feeling of helplessness fueling his arousal. He watches your hands as they grasp his thighs, a tight grip that would likely leave red marks where your fingers had been. As your pace steadily increases, Nagito suddenly pulls away.
“P-please.” Nagito says, his voice high-pitched and breathy. You stop, looking at him curiously. “Please. I need you to hurt me.” You stared at him, stunned by his sudden request. It’s not like Nagito had never shared his fantasies with you before, yet every time you suggested it during sex he would brush it off, and seemed to be deeply ashamed he had even told you at all. Nagito continues. “Choke me. Please.” With what little movement he has he pathetically grinds against you, his arm weakly reaching out to move one of your hands and places it on his throat. You don’t grip it, not yet. “It’s okay.”
You bite your lip in thought. Nagito very clearly wants you to, yet you can’t help but feel a slight twinge of hesitation. “Are you sure?” you ask tentatively. Nagito nods, his eyes hooded and staring at you with absolute adoration. “Do it.”
You take a deep breath and steadily apply pressure with your right hand, your thumb pressing against the side of his neck.. “If you need me to stop at any point, tap my arm twice. That’ll be our code.” You say, a hint of concern still in your voice. Nagito nods, yet his only focus at the moment was the sheer weight of your hand on his searing skin. He feels your grip tighten, his airways constricting more and more inward. He grinds desperately against your thigh slotted between his legs, a muffled whine escaping his lips. He grabs your other arm and maneuvers it to his neck, motioning for you to use both your hands.
You take both of your hands to his neck, staring at him for a second waiting for silent approval. He looks at you expectantly and your palms crush his windpipe slowly. Your thumb digs harshly into his jugular, and Nagito feels that familiar addictive rush of endorphins to his brain. It was more than he could have ever imagined, more than what he had practiced on quiet lonely nights in his room. He starts to choke, harsh coughs and gargles fill the room as you frot against his stomach. The sound of it stirs something deep within you, and it almost disturbs you. Watching Nagito struggle under you, under your total control, awakens something you didn’t know you ever felt towards him. The air between the two of you is sticky and unbearably hot, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Your pace quickens the more he tries to breath between sobs and stifled gasps, and his eyes roll back in his head and drool runs down his chin the tighter you grasp his throat.
You think Nagito would become one with you if he could. Let your flesh meld and form together until the two of you fit perfectly and he can’t tell where you end and he begins. Let your blood become his, and what is his becomes yours. You’re skin to skin, and yet Nagito is frustrated that you can’t possibly be any closer than this. He inhales the scent of your sweat and it’s sweeter than candy to him. His nails dig into your back hard enough to draw blood. Your climax approaches you so suddenly you don’t even realize, and your grip tightens so much you almost crush his throat. Part of him wishes you would. Nagito follows you soon after, the combination of your heat against his and the feeling of your divine hands coiling around his throat and the lack of oxygen in his brain almost causing him to black out as his orgasm hits him.
You fall against him with a thud, your hands letting go of his neck as he gasps for air, coughing and rubbing the red marks where your hands had been. He had never experienced anything like it before. Truly, he wasn’t deserving of the blessing you had given him.
“Y-you can kill me, if you want.” He says it like it’s natural. You almost think it’s a joke at first. ‘What?” You say, the shock evident on your face.
“I said you can kill me. I don’t mind. Not if it’s you.” He repeats. You weren’t sure if it was oxygen deprivation or what, why he would say that, and you stare at him, stunned.
“I won’t do that. What made you say that?” You quickly shift your position, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. Nagito almost looks betrayed.
“Ha… I shouldn’t have said anything…” His eyes cloud over and it’s clear he’s ashamed of himself. You put your hands on his shoulders. “I shouldn’t have made you indulge in me anyways… I’m not deserving of it.” You almost get frustrated with him.
“Nagito, no. I just want to know why you said that.” You almost get frustrated with him.
He looks at you, and stutters through his words anxiously. “When you were choking me, I thought…” For once, he struggles to find his words.
You sigh, and he worries that he’s done something irreversible. “It’s okay, I shouldn't have- I’m sorry. We should have talked more about it before we did. I apologize.” you say.
“You’re being way too forgiving to someone like me… I should’ve never brought it up…” his voice trails off, but you move to embrace him tightly, nose buried in the crook of his neck.
“It’s okay, Nagito. We’ll talk about it more in the morning. Just… I don’t want you to go to a place where you can’t get out of. I want it to feel good for you, too.”
Nagito opens his mouth to object, but instead he decides to let you guide him and lies down next to you. You kiss him tenderly, and hold it long. You pull away and press another to his forehead. Nagito eats it up, his heart swelling with adoration and affection. “I love you, Nagito. So much. More than you know.” Nagito smiled and buried his face into your chest, inhaling your scent. “I love you too.” He listens to the beat of your heart, and commits it to memory. “Please don’t say that again. You really mean everything to me.”
It almost overwhelms him to hear that level of affection from, well anyone – but especially you. It feels amazing, and he craves more. The feeling of your arms wrapped around him calms his soul and he finds himself quickly drifting off to sleep. You stroke his hair gently, and he’s fragile in your arms, so much so you’re sure he would break if you moved him too harshly. You let out a deep sigh, both out of exhaustion and relief. You were both sweaty and sticky and if you both weren’t so tired you’d suggest a snack and a shower, but it would have to wait. The two of you would have to have a serious conversation in the morning, but for now, you were drifting off where you were, your love in your arms.