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The situation seemed hopeless: being surrounded by these black and white bears, that varied in size and mechanic’s creativity put in them, you clenched the weapon with both hands. The droplets of sweat started forming on your forehead and behind the suffocating collar; you kept repeating the same instructions from the booklet in preparation for tough fight. The sound of walkie-talkie interrupted the train of thoughts, endlessly scolding you for going against the plan again. Carelessness is what higher-ups accuse you of being, never giving any credit or simple understanding of the situation. Future Foundation was rotten, giving civilians only empty promises and giving you extra work. Fortunately, you had no time to think about this, only hope that Makoto Naegi would address this issue.
“The status of the mission is complete, but on my way to headquarters I got surrounded! Over!” you quickly reported your location, starting to shoot.
Cleaning your own path of retreat, you started to see the secure corner of the street, which filled you with relief and strengthened you with motivation. You almost got used to this type of work, although it was still impossible to get rid of the same numbness in your fingertips in the aftermath of such stressful situations. Thoughts akin to “this job would kill me one day” rushed through your head each time, now’s not exception.
“Lucky me, stumbling upon such wonderful clash...” Mist of hot breath left his mouth. He hid behind the corner, like a devoted fan, clenching the concrete wall with functioning hand. Sound of thrilled chuckle infused with the chain ringing. He brought misfortune whenever he went: it was his unsaid motto. Creepy, bony, slouchy silhouette of Nagito Komaeda. Madman that loved witnessing periling fight of forces; it was him standing in the dark dirty alley, full of mechanical trash.
“Let’s make this fight even more thrilling” he murmured, picking up the broken Monokuma’s head. Peculiarly enough, there was some detonator left. “Just a tiny author’s touch...”
The fight has almost got to an end, but not enough to lower your guard. Swiftly eliminating the last targets, you felt something solid in front of your shoe.
“Fuck, a grenade!” you gasped, and though the distance was sufficient to not implode you, the shockwave still reached you.
You collapsed on the pile of plush teddies like a soldier in toy store.
*
There was a dusty bed, a small ventilation and a locked door inside the concrete box. The dizziness took hold over your body, fading headache still shoot sparks of pain, hunger was gnawing your stomach and sucking away the last strengths.
“I don’t really mind dying...” you thought, as the isolation kept dragging you to the most unholy conclusions you couldn’t afford because of your business.
The loud sound of walkie-talkie hurt your ears, suppressed annoyance was suffocating.
“I told you, I’m taken hostage. I can’t even guess the location! Over...” you groaned, growing irascible.
“Had it not been your recklessness, you wouldn’t have found yourself in such situation”, sounded like something Byakuya’d say, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t even anyone from your division. You heard sigh that expressed the same annoyance “Are there any windows at least? Over”
“I’ll repeat again. The path was obstructed that’s why I didn’t have any other choice but––” you were interrupted by the sound of steps echoing from the hallway. “Call me in 15 minutes. Over”
The irritating device was thrown under the bed in rushed movements, before long the door opened and your gaze fell on him.
“Nagito?” for some reason he was even expected to be here.
He stepped inside with a casual smile, the one that hadn't changed a bit since Hope’s Peak Academy, since you started dating him. That one weird awkward boy with his own beliefs,his name conjured up a lot of sweet memories since then, although now wasn’t the time to reminisce––even if he still remained your lover, your remnant of despair.
He had a tray in his hands that he brought with care, as if it was the beginning of some ritual: the atmosphere heavied with each step, and atrocious, sweet yet nauseating scent of corpse violated your senses and heavied your once-elevated dizziness. You squinted your eyes to make out his features: had it not been you knowing how honest he was most of the time, you’d have thought that this grin was a sign of mockery. His white, soft hair in your sight, akin to a light cloud, became the plume covering your eyes, as your vision doubled. The ringing in your ears, the clinking of the metal, rhythm of his footsteps––it created this melody, prelude to his chanting.
Like the event that you didn’t know was dedicated to.
“Did your pressure drop?” He asked, sitting in front of you on the bed; the tray was placed on his lap. “That's understandable. You must be exhausted and hungry after that mission. But don't worry, I came here to feed you.”
Now that your gaze dropped on the tray, you noticed the bowl of… brownies?
“Now now, don't do that face. I didn't cook it” he said reassuringly, picking up one of the delights. He squeezed it slightly between his index finger and thumb, as if examining. “I know it's not nutritious, but these kids have only sweets. Besides, I think such sweet treat is the best as prize feast”
“Prize what?” You tried to not give much attention to his words, but couldn't help the way they got mixed into something incomprehensible.
“Oh, excuse me. I came here only to cherish the winner. The way you fought against such hopeless difficulty…” servant sucked in breath to ground himself. “Yes, I was truly lucky to stumble upon such clash. So, why don't I treat the winner? Now, open your mouth. Don't want you to collapse again…”
The brownie was brought to your lips, waiting for compliance. And you did (not that you had energy to protest). Dense texture, still warm. Rich chocolate flavour melted on your tongue. You weren't in the mood for sweets, but now that it elevated your state, the excess of sugar started to taste better in the middle of this chaos.
“You know, I was impressed by your strength. How you were ready to dedicate all of yourself, even your own life. One of those things that make you the symbol of hope…” Komaeda relished in the recent memories, indulging in the same rants since high school. You didn't mind this little passion of his, these beliefs were the only means of survival, and you also didn’t desire to get rid of the last thing that made his usually apathetic state fill with enthusiasm. “The more time passes, the more I ensure that you live up to your title”
As the first delights only teased your appetite, awful exhaustion was replaced with insatiable hunger. Another treat was carefully held in front of you; it took you on to particularly tough bite. And while your attention wasn’t even focused on his words that slurred in your mind like mishmash, the sudden silence after such distraction seemed much prominent, which elicited a chuckle from servant that withdrew his covered in saliva digits from your mouth.
“You’ll truly embody hope one day...” he whispered in such adoration, melting in the hopes imposed on you. Warm smile along with this gentle gaze still affected you in ways that should be shameful for standard member of Future Foundation. Even if his goals were unorthodox; somehow, they gradually took hold of you. No one could even notice how the foreordained role of such existence often emerged in your dreams and how your state was more dependent on implementation the plan of becoming Komaeda’s hope. But it was true love, wasn't it?
“The same talk since high school,” It was unhealthy; at the back of your mind there were still doubts and common sense, but these inconveniences were suppressed by firmly stateddisbelief in your insanity. You averted your gaze with sarcastic remark in attempt to sound firm that would hide growing confusion.
“But that’s because I didn’t have enough power! Enough means of executing my plan...” servant exclaimed defensively, turning his attention to the gloved hand. He bit his lip to compose himself, although the corners of his smile twitched, as his vision blurred with plume of elevating delirium. “Now with her hand, the power of my greatest enemy... I can birth the same ultimate hope, just like Makoto Naegi.”
Feeling your tug on his sleeve, Nagito’s gaze turned to you, someone he was sure would share the same beliefs, as if to prove you his devotion to you.
“I’m ready to sacrifice everything! My mind, my body, my soul, my worthless life if that means something much greater will come out of this! I-I’ll become the villain for the sake of your growth!” He trembled, crawling closer to you with light creak of the bed. Akin to ghost, the way his frenzy was enveloping the room was prominent, yet he flickered like transparent light in the greyish walls. The closed distance was inappropriate, yet Nagito didn't mean to tease you, only to get your attention that constantly slipped away from him.“I’m sure that I’ve chosen the right person to embody hope”
“R-really?” You gulped heavily, pressing your body into the headrest and putting the hand on his chest to slightly push him away, and he complied; slowly, like taming a wild animal, he returned the same distance. Sometimes such treatment was necessity to ground him.
He nodded eagerly.
“Most ultimates can overcome the despair I create but that still doesn’t make them the symbols of hope. They still might falter and complain, proving that they’re unworthy of their title. But not you...” His hand clenched the sheets, as if it would hold his thoughts in tight grip to form something coherent out of the thunder of words running through his head. “You look as if you’re eager to solve every mystery, deal with any hardship, keep going in the same direction but still growing stronger... My despair only fuels you, be it on purpose or accidentally. Just like during that mission––”
“Wait, so that was you? The one who blocked the way?” You stared in disbelief, although that was expected and even obvious to be him, the reason of your migraines.
“I was just carrying out the order. I didn’t know they had sent you. I guess it was purely my luck,” Servant remarked, taking the tray that was there between you and carelessly putting it under the bed. “Luck... do you remember that the way my bad luck affects others is often fatal? Especially people who are dear to me”
Was it a threat or a caveat? Not much things could be read on that casually smiling face. The more you stared, the more uneven and ominous it seemed. However, even if he hadn’treminded you of that, it still would’ve hung in the air as curse.
“Hey, don’t worry. I’m sure a smart girl like you must’ve kept it in mind for the whole time, along with the understanding how you’re able to escape death, or should we say... fight it?Isn’t that paradoxical? The one who is able to fight my bad luck is my lover herself!” the exclamation ringed against the thin walls of the room. The growing grin featured victory in its core. Genuine happiness, just like growing concern inside you, boiled and spread through his trembling limbs. He took a heavy breath and went on “Yet, you still reach to me, strive to get even closer, while knowing how much despair it will bring upon you! I must apologise for mistaking your courage with recklessness at the beginning!”
“W-well... isn’t it what true love means?” You shifted on the bed, waiting for his rant to end. You loved him but he was tedious to deal! Maybe you finally started to get the fruits of your labor in these relationships.
“It is... Continuing to prove that hope will never lose against despair; these hardships––no, my bad luck rubbing off you don’t break but make you stronger! Searching affection tostrengthen your hope against this curse! Yes, it is more than true love! So now I understand...”
“Really?” Still confused about the true meaning hidden behind his words, you reached out to hold his hand: Komaeda described everything in his world through the thick glass of his forged beliefs, but you wished to support him in this progress in your relationships. Of course, your goal wasn’t about exclusively helping him express affection, but sharply rebuilding and going against his mindset would be too harsh! The only way to help him, as you loved him too much to ignore this destructive way of thinking, was gradual.
“I do,” He stared at you, tightening the hold on your hand––it was warm in the comparison to his cold pale one, bony and long digits with unkempt nails wrapped around yours, maybe a little too tight. Nagito slumped, looking down with growing smile, along with the growing realisation of something that was crucial for him. But that was fine, as long as you went through all these problem relationships, working it all out just to love each other. Isn’t it true happiness in the midst of this destruction?
Although he started to get a little too excited: the beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, the sound of his breath got louder and offbeat, just like his heartbeat, the widened eyes behind the fallen hair were all on you. You brushed it off to poor boy being overwhelmed, had it not been echoing chuckle.
“If my bad luck refines you into the ultimate hope, then I will rub it off on you with my loving touch!” He exclaimed, bolting out of the bed and pulling you to your feet.
“W-what?” Dizziness caused you to lean on him for support. Doubling vision and uncoordinated movements almost swept you off feet!
“I was afraid of connection, afraid of bad luck affecting my loved ones since my childhood! But now I’ve finally understood that it’s the ultimate tool to train you, the symbol of hope! Ahahaha! I’m looking forward to that clash that will born another existence called hope!”
His heart danced with joy, and his body went along with it: the gloved hand crawled down your waist, as servant swayed you in the quick-paced and clumsy waltz. The most romantic and sudden gesture he’s done, it even embarrassed you. You followed his confident steps that alternated and echoed on the concrete floor. With each turn his chain clanked and hit your hip, as you were both tossed from one dusty corner of the room to another like ragdolls, while the walls shook with his sincere loud laughter.
“And now with Junko’s power, I’ll spawn another the ultimate hope, just like––no, better than Makoto Naegi! I’m anticipating your triumph! Anticipating great hardships on your way!”
“Nagito, I’m dizzy!”
You were spun: confusing your own steps and tripping over your own feet caused you to completely lose your ground, as Nagito used this moment to dip you. He glanced at you with such enthusiasm, bending over until your bodies pressed. And then you could see him frozen in the moment, face so close you felt him hyperventilating––kind of smelly breath. Being below him, being led and taken so passionately, unearthing this new side of him was so unusual, along with new plans.
“Me too, my dear... I never thought how powerful love can be, not until now. You always wanted me to be more romantic, didn’t you? I’m sorry for misunderstanding your motives. Such worthless stepladder doubting you... how can I compensate this?”
“At first, slow down, please” you muttered, as you both returned to simple basic slow dance.
There was no music, yet it was even lulling and relaxing. The intimacy of two souls woven into each other’s embrace swayed like tides. The temporary isolated peace made you aware of your own exhaustion. Whatever ulterior motives this love has, as long as you can look into these greyish eyes and simply get lost in them.
“It’d be really too selfish for me to say, but I want to serve your hope, to nurture it, to refine it,” the hold on you tightened. “I’m not playing favourites, aren’t I? If someone else saw your hard work in stressful situations, they’d also acclaim the... tour de force of your performance. It’s the solid evidence of your potential to become it”
No matter how comforting the scene seemed, the tension within his embrace kept bothering you; something shapeless yet murky, just like the milkshakes he was cooking. His gloved hand crept up your spine, right to your skull; it was numb and smelly, and you felt the wool tickling your cheek, along with his breath.
“I have the sincerest expectations on you. One day... you’ll achieve it, become the ultimate hope. The same exact hope that kept me alive, lulled me to sleep when I was child; the same hope that saved me for my whole worthless life... I want hope to have your eyes, your hands, your body and soul. The day I’ll achieve my purpose and unravel your ultimate form,I’ll dedicate my whole life to serve you and then... I’ll be worthful, yes, it’s model life for me”
His greyish eyes were burned into your memory. As much as you didn’t want to focus on his words, you still understood the meaning behind his words. But to be honest, you were too tired to care about it. You just wished a rest, even if it only meant to close your eyes and press your face into his chest.
Although it didn’t last, as some suspicious noise interrupted your peace. Nagito immediately let go of you, which you mind, and wanted to get capricious about, had it not been him crawling under the bed and pulling out the walkie-talkie.
“Didn’t know you hid this from me. Exceptional as always!” Nagito held this device, sitting on the bed, holding it out to you. “They wait for your answer!”
“Hey, can you hear me? Over”
Komaeda pressed the button to answer, and you frozen.
“It’s impolite to ignore your colleagues, say something!” he nudged you, and you had to answer
“Y-yeah, I can hear you. However, now’s not the time to talk. Over"
“You’re not alone in the room, right? I assume it’s the same remnant of despair right here? Over”
“What do you mean the same? You know, if it’s something important, you better report me without extra ears. Over”
“We’ve received information about your relationships with the remnant of despair. As member of the future foundation you must remember the serious penalties that follow such professional violations. You know, we try to trust our workers as much as possible in these conditions, but now that we tracked down your location and established the identity of your captor, it looks more than simple coincidence. Some of us even are suspicious and assume that you’re brainwashed. Along with you failing your recent missions and not complyingour orders, we have to apply serious measures. You’re suspended. Over"
The numbness spread through your body, from the fingertips to your ringing ears. Stinging feeling in the chest made it hard to breathe fully, as the weight of said words was carelessly imposed on you. This work was exhausting and frustrating but it was the only place to belong. World kept spinning but it was still destroyed. You couldn’t come back home to your family, hang out with friends, breathe fresh air and come back to school you didn’t graduate. It was your only purpose, to be able to restore the world, you were robbed of. And it was all your fault. The only thing remained as memento since peaceful times was... Nagito!
You had to tear your gaze off the floor to glance at him, sitting cross-legged and staring in confusion. This astute gaze you were prepared to meet along with judgement, for now it was your lifeline. With heavy sigh he muttered under his breath apathetically.
“Looks like you had a little argument with the future foundation. The clash of two hopes. Which is the true one, though..?”
“Y-yeah, something like that,” you chuckled nervously, not knowing where to put your hands.
“Are you even hope at this point?” he blurted out absent-mindedly with his hand playing with the strand of his hair.
“What do you mean?” you felt tensed, as frown etched your features into defensive expression. You can’t lose Komaeda now, not at the time like this!
“Would such hopeful organisation as Future Foundation ever suspend a symbol of hope? Besides, I never expected you of all people to fail missions. Was it my bad influence? Or maybe you just weren’t worth this title from the very beginning?”
“Our whole 14th division had problems with them! Our ideas constantly contradicted and we were always overloaded––”
You didn’t even notice how you raised your voice and got irascible, while Komaeda stayed unbothered. If so, he got even quieter, not deeming it as necessary to waste his energy on something meaningless as another despair. But even through this apathy there was felt subtle arrogance woven into his changed mannerism.
“But out of the whole division you are the only one who got suspended. Jeez, even this dissociative girl works as intern, and you keep making excuses. Such pathetic display of weakness, typical for despair”
“Do you seriously believe that nonsense that I’m brainwashed?! These are just assumptions made by people who barely know me!” You clenched your fists, as patience started to run thin.
“But suspicions don’t come out nowhere.”
“Can’t you see by yourself that I’m normal? What was all this talk about me embodying hope a few minutes ago then? How I faced your cycles of bad luck? How I fucking loved you?!”
“Maybe you just liked the despair it brought upon you, instead of the hope it births in the end. In that case, there’s no way you can be the symbol of hope. You’re just anotherbrainwashed––”
You slapped him. And that’s how you ended up, trying to prove him something that you don’t fully understand, telling the same concepts as him, wearing the same mindset. What was the reason of this spite? Simple accusations of insanity, or maybe the awareness that you couldn’t be his precious hope? You depended on him and adhered to the same beliefswithout even knowing. Which led you to lose not only job but also him. Your world crumbled.
You gasped, stepping back in horror. You held your hand tightly in place, as if it wasn’t yours. It was unbelievable to see your significant one with blossoming red mark that you inflicted upon him. But what gave this whole situation even more disgust was tiny smile seen. You started to panic.
“O-oh my god, I-I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry––” you ran out of breath, tentatively coming closer; regret made the back of your eyes burn. Your heartbeat raced, cold sweat clang to your forehead. Your speech got faster. “I-I really don’t know what happened with me, y-you were really right...”
“Yeah? Then...” He uncrossed his legs and patted his thigh. “Come closer”
It was a trap said so sweetly, yet you sought forgiveness in this compliance. Two thin arms wrapped around you tightly like vines, as you nestled in his lap.
“It was my fault. I found potential in mere stepstone and dragged it in despair. I doubt something greater will come out of if I let this despair grow, so I must take responsibility to end this purposeless existence.”
“Y-you... will kill me?”
Fear took hold on you. However it didn’t affect the fact that you only buried deeper in his hug. Yes, it’s the despair that came after you, the one that you heard from Junko you should grow to love. But do you cling to the remnant because of love or simple fear? However, Nagito shook his head, his words sharply cut through––if he wouldn’t kill you, his words probably would.
“Do you remember that my luck is often fatal to people who are dear to me?”
“Your luck will?”
He chuckled, patting your head, that he turned to face his own.
“Looks like despair didn’t affect your thought process! Don’t you think that these conditions will satisfy both of us? I’ll give you so much love you’ll die. I’ll get rid off despair, and you’llget affection you seek right now and end your suffering! I mean, what’s the point of your living? Just be sure that your death will be somehow useful for Future Foundation”
At first this sweet deal sounded horrifying, as then you reflected about your own life and blurted out, planning your own death on next Tuesday.
“Just fuck me before I die”
And then you both were pulled into sloppy kiss: your lips enveloped each other, as hands roamed all over bodies. You clutched his chain, dragging tongue along the seam of his mouth, deepening the kiss and tying tongues. After you consumed each other so messily, servant pulled apart and said what tried to sound arrogantly but wasn’t because he was out of breath.
“Take off your uniform. You don’t deserve to wear this”
Clumsily unbuttoning your shirt and taking off useless piece of clothes, you shivered due to the cold pinching your underwear-clad body. Nagito’s icy hand (that you used to warm up, oh, how you missed these times) made you writhe, as you grabbed it to unfreeze it.
“You’re cold as corpse...” you rubbed his hand violently, hot breath warmed it.
While his only functioning wrist was occupied, he brought his mouth to your neck. You hissed as hot breath tickled your senses and awakened goosebumps on your skin before his teeth sank into the flesh, violently sucking on the spot until it formed a tiny bruise, your curse mark. By that time his own digits were pulled in the wetness of your mouth. Komaeda targeted your throat, withdrawing his slick fingers only to rub them against your core through the flimsy fabric.
The gasp was let out with erotic writhing, your thrown up head was met with the bright yet flickering light bulb hanging on the ceiling, yet you had your own spark stimulating inside you. Squinting your eyes in the face of sick light, in the moment when not so much thoughts should visit, you relished in this feeling. Death isn’t so scary, you thought.
Your spine hunched when you felt another bruised petal forming now close to your collarbone.
“F-fuck...” Feeling his fingertip teasing your clit, you nuzzled his greasy hair, much longer and messier, framing his face even sexier. It took only to pull on strands tightly to meet his gaze again, to kiss his dry lips again while you lowered your panties and unclasped the bra.
Your pussy swelled and ached, as it spread heat all over your body, especially sensation of slowly dragging fingers along the slit, the pressure against your entrance caused it to tense and relax when he let go.
“D-don’t tease...” Prolonged yet capricious moan echoed in what now looked like cardboard room, only to feel sharp slap on your butt: it burned and stung but quiet you down. Eyesshut, wetted lashes fluttered against your cheeks.
“So whiny... did you forget that I implement your last will out of pure kindness? Be grateful that I waste my time on this,” he hissed like scolded. But shame aside, it must be the last time you’d ever whine in his arms.
And then inconvenient pressure returned but now servant gradually inserted two long digits. Such sudden intrusion made you clench around them tightly. They thrusted carefully, picking up pace and curling in attempts to find the spot that makes you tremble. And he did, hearing your sharp inhale and starting to violate it.
You tugged on his chain to receive another kiss that muffled your whimpers, as then you glanced at his perplexed expression that was hid behind the frown. Oh, whatever was going on in his head, he couldn’t even understand why he still serves your wish. Why did this attitude transcend his own logic? Wouldn’t it be more rational to just leave you alone? No, he thought, you must die with my own curse. But still, wasn’t it the time for him to be in control?
“You’ll cum when I say so,” he blurted out, interrupted. And then something switched inside him. That’s the time to be in control.
Your hands were on his shoulders as support, while you arched your back, breaths heavied, as the burning in the pit of your stomach started to tighten in a knot. With hot breath that tickled his ear, you whispered.
“I’m close...”
His egoistic look was much different from adoration you used to receive, but still it ignited more flames inside you. With your arms around his shoulders, you nuzzled his neck.
“Please...” you whined, clenching his shoulders, as he slowed down to keep you on the edge. And then you accidentally slipped up “I wanna die...”
“Oh, do you really want to?” he pressed the heel of his palm against your clit to feel you clenching even harder. You shuddered at the burning feeling inside you. “How much despair... there’s no way I can let it go unnoticed.”
And then he sped up again, his gloved hand that was tucked in half-embrace due to its uselessness, now caressed your hunched spine to get your teary attention.
“Look at me,” he commanded, as you lifted your head to face him: beautiful as ever. Once sought his salvation in your hopes, he became the one to save you.
“Die already” he whispered with bile in your face.
“F-fuck, Komaeda!”
And you couldn’t help your vision getting blurred, be it due to the tears or the pleasure taking over you, shooting sparks at the back of the skull that made you tremble and spasm, all while the warmth spread inside you.
“Jeez, you can’t even hold a sec...”
“Shuddup, it’s also your last time to fuck with me, you know...” You snarked, looking at him with some satisfaction to know that you disappointed him. Finally things didn’t go according to his plans, which you got really tired of. And to make things worse and strike his ego, you palmed his clothed crotch and whispered––still panting, naked and sensitive,with fresh tear marks and now sniffing nose. “Won’t you miss me? Just a little bit of those memories? Won’t you regret you didn't cum with me? You can stop fucking around and pretend that you don’t feel anything in a moment”
Nagito pushed you on the bed, towering over you, unbuckled his belt and pulled his underwear down, freeing his boner from confines. And now that he was on your knees above you, his hand crept up to wrap around his shaft, giving a few languid pumps, he confessed.
“I don’t understand why I keep clinging to you, why I still can’t get rid off this feeling of attachment... to someone like you, someone who sank to such level! Love transcending hope... is a fucking dissonance!”
And he jumped on you, hiking up your leg to his waist to spread you. Cold chain hit against your skin, giving goosebumps. His penis rubbed against your core, smearing itself in the juices leaking from both of you. You were making out passionately, while tangling in sensual embrace. When he pulled out, he went on, spiraling into madness.
“I-I’ll make sure it kills you, I’ll claim you with my curse a-and you’ll die! B-because no one else survives it... except for me,” Servant ranted, nuzzling your cheek. You were still sensitive when he started slowly penetrating you, your walls spasmed around his shaft.
“A-agh... s-sensitive," you remarked, getting used to these sensations, eyes wetted involuntarily, and you felt his cock twitching inside.
The tip of his tongue tasted your dried path of tears, almost reaching the seam of your lashes, getting all the way inside. Switching the cheek when you cringed, he replaced the salty drops with his saliva. Gross. Then he started moving, or it’s better to say, pounding into you like a dog in heat.
“F-fuuuuck...” Nagito groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, lowering to rub his face between your breast. Where did all this neediness come from?––you tried to think, but at the continuous precise angling of his hips, he was so lucky to hit your spots with every pound! His hand came down to rub your clit in tight circles, and you both gasped almost in unison when the grip around him tightened.
He was already sweaty and panting, just like you, known for awful stamina. So it didn’t take more time, more rubs and thrusts, more sounds of skin clapping and loud moans shaking the place, as you both came: with your final spasm you milked out the last drops of sperm in the erratic chaos of sex and death.
The aftermath was awfully silent: you laid next to each other, staring at the sickening ceiling, not knowing what to do. To hold even closer? Or break the bond completely? Triumph, no matter how grand it was, didn’t solve the confusion boiling inside both of us.
“Why did you decide to implement my last wish?”
“I hoped something would come out of this, if not something good then you’ll die from my curse. Or... I was also selfish and hoped that it’s not true” he rasped.
“You know that I won’t die, don’t you?”
“Probably”
This prolonged silence was interrupted by the noise of the walkie talkie carelessly laying beside you.
“Hey! Can you hear me? It’s me, Makoto. I heard about accusations from the higher-ups and you must be really sad about it, too... w-well, I wanted to tell you that I dealt with them andproved them otherwise. I mean, there’s no way such important member of Future Foundation must be suspended! We simply can’t deny your contribution to the last mission. The rescue is coming in a few minutes. Kyoko, Byakuya, and I are waiting for you in the headquarters!”