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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Dangan_Ronpa_-_All_Media_Types, Dangan_Ronpa:_Trigger_Happy_Havoc
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Hajime/Naegi_Makoto, Kirigiri_Kyouko/Naegi_Makoto, Komaeda_Nagito/
      Naegi_Makoto, Hinata_Hajime/Komaeda_Nagito, Hinata_Hajime/Nanami_Chiaki,
      Hanamura_Teruteru/Hinata_Hajime, Ikusaba_Mukuro/Naegi_Makoto, Fujisaki
      Chihiro/Ishimaru_Kiyotaka/Oowada_Mondo, Hinata_Hajime/Komaeda_Nagito/
      Naegi_Makoto, Ikusaba_Mukuro/Kirigiri_Kyouko/Naegi_Makoto, Maizono
      Sayaka/Naegi_Makoto, Naegi_Komaru/Naegi_Makoto, Kamukura_Izuru/Naegi
      Makoto
  Character:
      Naegi_Makoto, Hinata_Hajime, Kirigiri_Kyouko, Komaeda_Nagito, Nanami
      Chiaki, Ikusaba_Mukuro, Fujisaki_Chihiro, Ishimaru_Kiyotaka, Oowada
      Mondo, Maizono_Sayaka, Naegi_Komaru, Kamukura_Izuru
  Additional Tags:
      self-indulgent_trash, Blow_Jobs, I_don't_know_what_I'm_doing, i_kinda
      hate_myself, Omorashi, Watersports, Humiliation, Masturbation, Semi-
      Public_Sex, Wet_Dream, Dry_Humping, Intercrural_Sex, Threesome_-_M/M/M,
      Massage, Erogenous_Zones, Breastplay, Walking_In_On_Someone, Femdom,
      facesitting, Threesome_-_F/F/M, Pegging, Spitroasting, Unrequited_Love,
      Cunnilingus, Multiple_Orgasms, Coming_Untouched, Body_Worship, Bed-
      Wetting, Light_BDSM, First_Kiss, POV_First_Person, POV_Third_Person,
      Coming_In_Pants, Mind_Reading, Sibling_Incest, 69_(Sex_Position), Anal
      Sex, I_keep_forgetting_tags, Rimming, Accidental_Voyeurism
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-10 Updated: 2018-03-29 Chapters: 18/? Words: 57605
****** Trash-happy Havoc ******
by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician)
Summary
     NSFW shorts and oneshots. Tags will be added accordingly with each
     chapter. HPA-focused, mostly DR1.
     I should probably mention at this height of things that most of the
     chapters involve Makoto.
      
     Latest chapter:
     Kamuegi - semi-public sex, accidental voyeurism, rimming, anal sex
Notes
     Short 1 | Lowered | 1.486 w
     ► Hinaegi (+ Kamukura/Naegi): "Everyone's sexual relief" scenario,
     vague personality dividing, blowjob
     「Wherein sexual hope surges seem to actually be a thing.」
***** Lowered - Hinaegi *****
Hinata doesn't know how everyone agreed to it; maybe the same way he did.
Losing control and being given it back. And then it's like,  well this isn't
that bad .

And the rest of the foundation, did they even know of this? The Remnants of
Despair getting rehabilitated were Naegi's responsibility, so even if they know
it's likely they wouldn't want to do anything about it. As long as it's kept in
secret. Even more secret than them having been despair is.

He doesn't know if that - sexually favouring each of them in any moment that
they might break - was more courageous, unhinged, a genuine happy-all-around
thing or if it was out of desperation. Hinata doesn't think anyone would just
subject themselves to this, especially personally so, but he doesn't know what
to say of the mind of a man who looked at his empty red eyes and thought,  I
can save him .

There's no fathoming that.

But he's lacked any strength to fight it and doesn't, anymore. In the times
when Hajime feels a loss of balance, feels pinpricks of pain inside his head,
sees any strand of his darkening and growing-flowing hair out of the edge of
his vision, he seeks out the Hope.



And he is always thankful that most of his spiky hair is still around at these
times - if more than his side were to droop and go ink-black, he'd be too
obvious, and anyone would know what he was headed to do.

He's thankful there's no one else there in his office this time, as well.

Just Makoto's presence and gaze seems to instinctually recoil some of the
despair gathering in him. The luckster takes note of him, his closing the door,
the black staining half his fringe and draping over his face. Those lime green
eyes widen almost immediately.

His breath shortens a little, but Hinata-Kamukura-Hinata knows it's not from
fear. In any of their first times he'd have thought so, he did even, but now he
knows better.

As he loosens his tie the headmaster is already on the floor, so eager, almost
cute like that. He isn't going to ask who he had to fuck or get on his knees
for today; he knows that Naegi prefers that this moment, at least, be just
them. Actual friends and not just some whorish leader that resorts to sex to
keep the Remnants of Despair as tight and well-off as possible.

With the simple motions of unbuckling his belt, Makoto is already crawling to
him, eyes a bit dark. The Izuru in him is more level, thinks coolly,  He
probably isn't this wanton or desperate with the others . It makes Hajime, as
himself, blush.

Only the experience of previous times allows the following smoothness, the
quick unbuttoning and unzipping and how Naegi's breath is already on him even
through underwear, immediately kissing up and down his soft cock when he pulls
his pants down his thighs and exposes himself.

Hinata's breath hitches. He used to feel guilt, the second, third time (because
the first he was Izuru, and could care little for the small man choking on his
dick) but now it's much harder for that emotion to come through when Naegi goes
down on him so lovingly and hungrily. The unluckster looks alright now,
clothed, not like a couple previous times where he'd been marked and bruised or
still cleaning cum from his face or very notably loose from being fucked
earlier in the afternoon. It almost looks like a normal encounter, like maybe
they're actual lovers going through a normal session.

Makoto licks widely across his hardening cock, rubbing his inner thigh with a
thumb, pacing it a little better even though Hajime knows he could've thrust
all the way into his mouth and he would've taken it. He was alright with it
like this. It was already heavenly, just like that, the licking and rubbing and
kissing, from his head down to his sac, where he does not hesitate to suck half
of it between his lips.

With a hefty groan, Hinata curls his fingers into the light brown hair, and
Naegi buries his face tighter against his crotch in response. The ball is
released after a second-eternity with a lewd slick noise, and Naegi treats his
other piece to the same while squeezing his firm buttock with a similarly firm
grip.

Hajime is panting a little by the time the man draws away with a gasp, and he
tucks the long black strand that's hovering over his vision behind his ear to
see him better.

A sight like this has grown to become more familiar than he'd initially like to
admit, but there's nothing to not like now, between wet kisses to his tip and
fingers tracing his veins, a small call of "Hajime" past his lips as a reminder
to his actual self, in a loving - though husky - voice.

It wasn't necessarily a true call, but Hinata answers in a questioning hum
still, giving him his attention; this grounds him, it's a connection, reaches
him inside like the sensual touches are doing outside.

Makoto has answer- he leans back, more or less looking up at him, and opens his
mouth invitingly, tongue peeking out just enough. Asking for him to put it in.

Hinata felt a cold-hot wave surge through his body, twitching at the sight. It
almost knocked out his breath. He could do nothing if not cave, comply - he
roughly grips Naegi's ahoge in a way he knows he loves and slides inside his
mouth, letting out a stuttering moan at the sensation, at the same time he
feels a pleasurable whimper vibrate around his length.

The headmaster is much better now at this, tongue stifling against the hard
flesh whenever he isn't sucking, easing deeper and deeper and making Hajime
tremble at the slide of his tip against the back of his throat and Makoto's
nose breathing hot directly against his crotch.

Hinata lets go of his ahoge and grips other parts of his hair instead, so he
won't completely lose focus. It gives a small twitch in the sudden neglect, and
Naegi slowly draws back, inching the cock off of him until he rests the tip
perfectly around his lips, swirling the tongue around the head and pitching
Hinata's breath into a loud moan.

There's no resistance, just sync as less-Izuru-more-Hajime thrusts back in, hot
and wet then cool and wet and hot back again, trying to stifle his noises.
Naegi takes it willingly, full practice and a half over that with legitimate
want, bracing his stance on the ground to take the motion of the man's hips and
roll with it.

It's good for Hinata to be able to forget why he's come here, or the prickling
incoming sizzling gloom, or that the small man in front of him has probably had
half a dozen different cocks on him this past month - and get lost in the mouth
taking all his centimeters and all his precum, in the moss-dew reflection that
sometimes opens up at him and warms him up further.

He's lost the ratio of the moans he's managed to keep back from the ones he's
let out, but volume is winning as he increases his pace, just as he's winning
over the claim of Kamukura.

Makoto's hair is a mess and his lips are swollen but he remains attached to
Hajime as if he were a part of him, occasionally making noises against the hot
pulsing dick plunging into him. The taller man has no plans to hold back,
doesn't fight the rocketing climax as it creeps onto him.

With a half shout, Hinata grips his scalp tighter, but doesn't force him still
as he throbs with finality and spends himself into the heated mouth - he's
buzzing and not-quite-here and doesn't know if this is enough to fully get
himself back, but the swerve and spark of orgasm lighting all his nerves keeps
him from thinking for that held moment.

Lightheaded (how much of it is from the climax and how much is from his hair
shrinking back, he wouldn't know) and panting, he completely loosens his
fingers from the fluffy hair under his palms. Looking exerted himself, Makoto
takes his time swallowing all of the cum, then gently lapping at the softening
length as he slides it out of his mouth.  Gods, he's cute . It makes Hajime
flush even despite all of- that.


Hinata kneels down to his level and gives gentle caresses to his face.

"You're a good man, Naegi."  Good boy.

The luckster leans against the hands, absentmindedly licking his lips, a
lopsided smile gracing them soon after. How many of them remember to thank him,
to make sure he's alright? Hajime doesn't ask, but he still wonders. Worries.

He leads Naegi to the couch for cuddles, because that's something he can always
do.

***** How's that luck? - Naegiri *****
Chapter by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician), TheTacticianMagician
Chapter Notes
     Short 2 | How's that luck? | 1.416 w
     ► Naegiri + watersports, humiliation, comfort
     「A lot of nervousness and a weak bladder don't match well.」
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     -
     i uh
     uhhhhh
     fandom doesn't make enough content like this for the canon bedwetting
     boy so i guess i gotta
Kirigiri was a bit more eager about this than she'd like to admit, and watched
her boyfriend's hair stand on end and ahoge jolt upwards at the suggestion,
chiming a bell of triumph for her already.

He's so easy to fluster, almost as much as he was before they started the
relationship. Naegi pulled at his collar a bit, face flushed. She's never gone
down on him, they haven't tried that yet. He hasn't really given it thought,
either. His heart is mouse-fast and he moistens his lips, "Now?"

She's surprised that he would just cede to that possibility, and the concept
runs hot through all of her. To do something like this almost unplanned...
"Yes. Would you like me to?"

Kyōko's eyes bely her excitement, energy passing onto him with just that
contact; he's nervous, but replies, "Yes..."

Soon his back is against the wall and she pecks his lips, fleeting, before
delivering similar kisses down his neck and chest, feeling his wild heartbeat
even through the shirt, until she kneels in front of him.

Sending a look upwards as if to warn him, Kirigiri palmed his crotch, hearing
his breath hitch. She was very much looking forward to this. And this time, she
wouldn't tease him relentlessly first (admittedly, she was a bit too eager to
do so as well).

His pants undone, she hooked her fingers around the hem of both them and his
boxers, pulling them down to his ankles - he gasped a little at that, but
spread his legs more appropriately to aid her.

Having his package eye-level with her felt different, way different in a way
she couldn't quite describe. Kyōko wrapped her fingers around the base of her
boyfriend's cock, and it gave a slight twitch, fabric against sensitive skin.
She glanced at Naegi, and he was red-faced, unable to maintain any eye contact
before looking away. He was almost shivering. She wondered if his excitement
level was coming to match hers.

Eyeing the not-at-all-daunting length in front of her and feeling a sheen of
heat down her neck, the detective maneuvered him just slightly and went for
broke, licking a stripe up the base of his half-hard length and feeling him
nearly jump against her tongue.

Before she could potentially lose the bravery impulse, Kirigiri opened her
mouth at the tip and took him inside her, suckling to secure him in.

A strangled, desperate noise echoed out of Naegi and she felt a small twitch
inside her mouth; her victorious sensation lasted for about a second before she
felt him grip her hair strongly, painfully so, and she winced at the hurting
flare across her scalp as the luckster suddenly pulled her completely off of
his length. Was something wrong-?

Her wince faded from her face as soon as it came, being replaced with wide-eyed
attention as she saw a yellow-tinted liquid begin to leak out from her
partner's cock. She backed away some as the thin leak soon became a stream. But
she couldn't see better as Naegi's hands immediately flew down to his crotch,
pressing and attempting to cover himself.
 
Makoto Naegi was... peeing. He'd just started peeing.
 
His hands did nothing to abate the liquid that poured messily down between his
legs, and Kyouko snapped her focus from it with the noted whine and held-back
sob from the boy in front of her.
 
She felt a little painful curl in her heart to look up and see the brunet's
face gleaming with fresh tears.
 
"I-I got so nervous, I-" His voice was earning a noticeable pitch as he
struggled. "D-don't look at me." He pleaded.
 
Kyōko's hand came up to cup her chin in one of her thoughtful stances, though
she wasn't thinking hard right now. Makoto was still peeing, likely unable to
control it, soaking up the pants that were caught around his ankles, leaking
through the fingers in his hands.
 
She said nothing for now, not wanting to aggravate the delicate situation, so
she simply stood up, stepping towards his side and caressing his hair.

"Sorry," he hiccuped when his flow abated and there was only dripping from his
covering hands.

"You don't have to apologize."

 "Of course I do! I-I just-"
 
"Makoto, that's alright." She insisted, cooing his first name to try and
comfort him further about her trust. "I made you really nervous. I should have
been slower for your first time."
 
He sniffled, breath still shaky. "T-there's no way even a-another nervous guy
would have done something like t-that."
 
Kyōko pressed her lips gently against his. "This isn't about anyone else...
it's about you, Naegi. And that's a part of you. You got so nervous you lost
control of your bladder. And I'm okay with that, really. I don't want you to
feel so humiliated." She gently combed her fingers through his hair. "You
trusted me enough to tell me of your deepest secret, didn't you? I would never
betray that trust by making fun of you." With a careful nudge, she let the boy
bury his face in her shoulder, catching the movement of his ahoge drooping
entirely.

With her other hand, Kyōko gently pulled at his wrists, so she could be closer
to him without him trying to cover any shame. Makoto gasped softly as she
pressed close, even taking his wet hand and wrapping it around her back-
despite him being pretty gross right now.

 She stood like so, slowly trying to soothe him. At least until his tears dried
a bit, until his breath could calm. The smell and the wetness were far from her
priority.
 
"Sorry for ruining that." He muttered lowly a couple minutes later, and thought
of adding that he'd understand if she never wanted to give him head again, but
considering how enthusiastic she was with the approach at first, that was
pretty unlikely.
 
Though usually ever burying down her body's predisposition to emote, Kirigiri
allowed herself a click of the tongue, in successful practice of becoming
looser around him. "That didn't feel too bad for you though, right? It was
still a release."
 
Kyōko felt his head turning some, as if wanting to look away from her even if
she couldn't see his face from this angle to begin with. "W-well. There's the
bit of relief but everything else..."
 
"Then it's not too 'ruined'." She drew away from him, expression as
understanding as she could muster, and made him look. "We have time. We can try
this any other day. It's fine." She pecked the tip of his nose. "I'll say this.
I don't think any less of you for wetting yourself, Makoto. That's one of the
least aggravating faults one could have."
 
"Kyōko..."
 
"And I won't feel discouraged from sex with you because of that. Or sleeping
with you. It doesn't... bother me as much." That was a weird thought, and it
did surprise her, but it rang true. If it was Makoto, she didn't mind how more
prospect to accidents he might be. Unlike many of the events spurred on by his
bad luck, this was something she could help make him feel better about.

He had that look to him of when he couldn't fully understand her, but his face
softened nonetheless. "Thank you, Kyōko... I-I swear I. I'll try harder next
time. Even if I have to take more bathroom bre-"

His sentence was cut short by a kiss. When Kirigiri drew away, she placed her
clean pointer to his lips instead, gazing at him intently. "Don't worry so
much." She felt inclined to say something like 'you can wet yourself anytime'
but that'd just sound weird. That's not how she wants to convey things. "I
won't be mad even if it happens again." That was better at least.

Naegi slumped a bit on her, embarrassed at the thought this could happen again.
"T... thank you." The detective supported more of his weight as she leaned
back, kicking the soaked trousers and underwear on the floor aside.

To have him vulnerable like this with her, short and pressed to her and ashamed
and naked from the waist down, made her feel even more fond of him. Made her
feel glad she could protect him like this.

 
It didn't mean she could resist a little teasing. "That wasn't the way I
intended to make you lose control... though, I do have to say it was pretty
cute."

Naegi groan-whined and buried his face tighter into her neck.

***** Raining on cloud nine - Komaegi *****
Chapter by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician), TheTacticianMagician
Chapter Notes
     Short 3 | Raining on cloud nine | 2.984 w
     ► Komaegi + omorashi, piss drinking
     「Makoto won't give himself any breaks, but Nagito has plans to help
     him.」
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     I need this kinda thing to cope
     like real bad
     so I wrote it and here it is

Naegi was... a good guy.

Too much of a good guy. Kind of a mat, actually. He had a hard time saying no,
and being in a position of leadership, there was quite the amount of people
ready to ask things of him.

Taking care of an institution was not comparable to taking care of a dog or a
little sister (which was half a lie because honestly Komaru ended up being the
one taking care of  him  most of the time); it was more often than not an all-
day every day ordeal.

Makoto thought he was doing a fairly good job for his age. Most of the time. At
least managing to avoid spilling water, soup, juice and tears on the important
papers since he started out counted, right? And his morning alarm not bugging
out 80% of the time, and getting meeting or rendezvous hours wrong only three
times, that was... okay, right?

And forgetting things so often that Kirigiri and Togami and Aoi had to ask him
as a side note each time if he remembered and even Teruteru has had to step out
of the kitchen to remind him he was supposed to be somewhere else that one day.



Recalling all of this, he heaved a sigh, shifting distractedly as he was handed
the stack of papers he requested that had been sent out with a missing last-
moment information.

He just... wasn't really that cut out for this.

There was the weight of having far too many tasks to do without rest, and there
was the  weight  of having far too many tasks to do without rest, one that was
currently settling heavily in his bladder and raising up his concern levels.

Usually, Naegi would remember to relieve himself in the mornings before having
to set out for work, but today was another bugged alarm day and he was already
running late. His shirt was still backwards and a chug of water followed by
munching mintyfresh candy had been his substitute for brushing teeth.

It wouldn't be as concerning but he was running errands and favors that weren't
even all necessarily attached to his position. And there was that helping of
water and later on, coffee. And he hadn't gone since last evening and his
bladder was not big nor strong, and desperation had started catching up hard
and fast to him. With the added nervousness, even worse.

The unluckster tried to concentrate on the current task, which were these
paper-pamphlets that were already meant to have been sent out to the students
if not for someone catching an important tidbit of missing information just
today. So he was now adding said information by hand and pen to each paper,
absolutely not willing to shoulder the extra editing and printing cost and
times that would likely just push the distribution even further back.

He definitely did not try to think of how unbearably full he was, how his
thighs were pressed together, how he just wanted to get up and find a bathroom.


There was something else he should have been doing now, so he was instead
favouring this task, and could not afford a break. The amount of daring
projects and fuckups he'd done in his small time in this position made him feel
extra pressured. And there was a meeting not too long from now, from two to
three hours in.


It's not like there wouldn't be any time for him to take a break. If he could
do these quickly, he should have enough of a window. Even as the stretch of his
bladder began to almost hurt, he believed in that. His luck hadn't been too bad
today, so maybe he'd be safe to actually trust his thoughts.

... Maybe.


Naegi still holds onto hope when he finishes the paper editing and has someone
come back to distribute them; even though the weight he can feel in his abdomen
every time he moves is worrisome. But it was time to get to his other task so
he could catch up with it.

With power comes responsibility right? That saying didn't exactly apply to the
situation but nevertheless...

Some focus was maintained, he managed to push most thoughts of the coffee
settling in his bladder away in favour of how happy he was when the foundation
managed to go forward, but a new notification distracted him. Did something
happen?

He read over the mail with bated breath, and an odd noise that ended in a whine
rose out of his throat.

It said that the meeting location had been rethought and was not fully decided
yet, and that he should await a new email pointing at the location then
immediately go there.

Makoto tried to fight back the panic. His current working room was a potential
locale for the meeting, and needed to be tidied up if that was the case; if he
went out to the bathroom he could miss the notification timing and end up late;
his hands braced his temples and he tried to take a moment to calm down, to not
think of how badly he needed to pee.

Deep breaths. If he could finish this early he would have plenty of time. Back
to work.


Of course, a situation like this could only grow worse, and as time went by he
squeezed his thighs together, had considerably more trouble focusing, was
gripping the mouse tighter than he needed to and was being visited by unwanted
mental images of himself in front of a toilet and memories of embarrassing past
accidents, which made his bladder ache in more different ways than should be
possible.


He was fighting back an urge by reaching into his pocket and trying to grasp
his length when a quick knock at the door sounded and someone opened it.

Komaeda's unmistakable cloud of hair leans in, and upon seeing the other
luckster alone in the room, he smiled and walked inside, closing the door
behind him.

"Hey, Makoto." Is the fairet's sweet greeting as he approaches.

"H-hey." Naegi responds, internally damning the lilt of his voice, that
stutter. He tries to be subtle in taking his hand off his pocket and crossing
his legs instead. "How are you today, Nagito?"

Nagito stops briefly, looking him over, and the brunet prays he doesn't notice.
"Today has been favorable... though it seems that wasn't the case for you?"

"Ah, no, it's... just work. Lots of it. My alarm skipped out again." Makoto
tries to say, and it's thankfully not so strained. His legs cross a width
stronger, a tried knot at the mouth of a water balloon.

Komaeda gently scoots a chair to sit by his side, and his all-observing eyes
are unnerving in a situation like this, as beautiful as they usually look.

"This isn't sickness again, right? Would you like me to get some water?"

Maybe it's the way his eyes widen a fraction, the way his thighs clamp tighter
together that dawns a look of realization on the fairet and he mutters, "Ah. Do
you just really need the bathroom?"

He's such a bad liar that even when he doesn't quite lie people still see way
through him.

Naegi doesn't say anything, keeps his eyes on his partner's for a moment before
looking away, face darkening red.

He misses the way Nagito distractedly moistens his lips, swallows down nervous
inhibitions. "Didn't they give you a break?"

"No..." Makoto answers, and begins to regret, to think maybe he's been stupid
and should have sneaked off for a few minutes at least. "It's, um. It'll be
alright." The anxiety is absolutely not helping in fighting off the urge.
"There'll be a call to a meeting for me, and if it's somewhere else I can pass
by a bathroom on the way there." The reminder that where he is right now still
had 50% chances of being the actual meeting place, which meant he couldn't
move, was not a good one.

Komaeda makes a noncommital sound of agreement, and watches as his partner
tries to get back to work.

"Are you close to finishing that?"

"Not yet."

The silence is paced with bursts of uneven typing and the brunet's strained
breathing. Nagito feels his blood run pleasantly at the sight he's allowed to
take, Makoto shifting restlessly and emanating heat and his crossed legs
uncross and he presses his thighs together instead, maybe trying to keep some
kind of composure. And he can see that the shorter boy is having far too much
difficulty with what he's doing - trying to do, really.

The longer this keeps up and he unabashedly stares, the longer Naegi takes to
type, the worse the squirming gets. And the hotter Nagito ends up feeling, as
well.

Maybe if it were most of the others, they could have trusted his words and
wished him (ironically) luck, but Komaeda knew at least an extra sixty chapters
about him, and just knew Makoto would end up having an accident if he kept up
like this. It wouldn't be the first time he'd pay witness to it either.

Nagito isn't particularly opposed to his partner humiliating himself like that
- his loins very much agree with it, in fact - but he thinks this is a good
time for a favour.

He leans in closer to the youth, lets his breath tickle his ear. "You should
get some relief before you get summoned to the meeting."

Komaeda should definitely not be talking to him about relief right now. Naegi
huffed in discomfort, trying to fist the head of his dick through his pants.
"I... told you, if I can finish this, or before the meeting..."

He looks like he would have trouble even standing up at this point. Which is
fine for the fairet - his plan didn't require him to move. "It'll be quick. You
won't have to get up."

The darker blush that spreads to the edges of Makoto's face is delightful. "W-
w-what?"

"Look. Do you honestly think you can hold it? And if your meeting is here?"
Nagito replies, because it's honestly too easy to visualize him losing it when
that actually starts. But also because they're alone, and he wants this,
doesn't want to miss it and leave when he's like this.

The brunet seems to actually try to think about it, and it's almost amusing
with the way he's squirming desperately. "I... I don't know." He mutters, knows
he can't bluff and that his partner knows it even better.

"Do you trust me, Makoto?" Komaeda says, softer, rubs the shorter boy's arm.

There's anticipation and unnerve boiling inside Naegi, and his teeth grit with
the aching need as he massages himself- he's rarely able to say no, especially
to his partner, and any way out is dangerously tempting. "I do."

He had already been hardly able to focus on anything while working, and
couldn't imagine anything forth - but  especially  not Nagito sliding back his
chair and crawling under the table, placing himself in front of Makoto's knees.


The shock has the brunet grip himself really tightly because he almost feels a
leak wanting to come out and only barely catches it back after a tiny amount
dribbles into his boxers. His distraught noise is accompanied by a smile from
Komaeda.

"You really can't hold it, aahn?" The fairet states simply, not too teasing,
but pink dusts his cheeks with the next words. "Let me help."

Naegi is relying on his trust as purely as he can, but he still almost feels
the climb of tears behind his eyes when Nagito takes his thighs and  spreads
them, forces away one of the few things that help hold back the liquid.
"Don't," He gasps and anxiety and shame climb alike up his neck, but he doesn't
try anything against him, doesn't break the trust but  heavens  what is he
going to  do ?

Komaeda's hands wrap around his wrists and draws his grip from his crotch,  bad
idea bad idea bad idea  and Makoto protests and tries to force all of his focus
on  holding it , breathing heavy as the fairet undoes his pants, what is he
doing this for?

"I won't be able to hold it, Nagito, please, ah..." And he squeaks when his
partner actually pulls down his underwear with the wet spot and brings out his
cock, slightly hard and vulnerably hot.

"It'll be okay." His partner says in his smooth voice, but there's a catch to
his breath, Makoto doesn't see it but hears because his eyes are shut tight
with shame; so it racks him with surprise when he feels a  kiss  on his length
and a garbled noise trudges out of him along with an uncontrolled little
dribble of liquid.

It only doesn't develop into a stream because Komaeda's hand gripped his base
just tight enough then, but he doesn't seem at all disgusted with the piss that
got on his fingers and flecked a little on his jacket. Naegi feels mortified
and his heart is mouse-quick.


Another kiss, and the fairet's grip softens.

"N-no, Nagito, don't do that- please- I, I'm gonna..."

Komaeda just chuckled, that little endearing breathy laugh that seemed to hold
not a single worry. He licked a small stripe along Naegi's penis, easing him
into his mouth as a mother hen would tuck a chick under its wing. Makoto
shuddered even more, the sensitivity rising and his control faltering and
faltering. He gasps minutely when a spurt of piss runs out onto Komaeda's
tongue, who doesn't even flinch.

He can't do anything, not with the fellow luckster between his legs like that,
can't hope to hold back. Naegi whimpers a few " no, n-no, no, ahh ", fingers
curling in Komaeda's fluffy tresses, helpless to it as pee starts leaking out
of his tip, becomes a steady stream.

It could be imagined or not for how hazy and mortified and weak with relief he
is, but Makoto hears Nagito give a full hum of enjoyment, sliding him a little
deeper into his mouth and oh god he really is. Drinking it.

Naegi shakes and feels red-hot all over, bites back another whimper, and he's
torn between being too embarrassed to look and being mesmerized by the way
Komaeda just takes him, gulps down the urine that the brunet had been too much
of a fool to find a break to get rid of.

Nagito's expression is that of someone indulging in a dessert, and Makoto still
feels bad bad bad that he's emptying his bladder not even simply in his
presence but  inside  him, despite the muscle-sagging relief and the good good
good sensation tingling in his cock that renders him boneless and completely
pliable to the gorgeous enigma at his knees.

H-how can he drink this much and why, why-

There's little maddening suckles as his stream dies down, as Komaeda takes on
his dick like a straw to get to the last bits of liquid at the bottom of the
can, except the drink is hot and this 'can' is alive and Makoto moans,
breathless and twitching slightly inside the fairet's mouth.

He can't fathom how there can be enough oxygen in his brain for him to notice
things, like the erotic outtake of breath from Nagito when he pops out of his
length, his arm raising off from below -  was he touching himself oh god he was
wasn't he  - and the inconceivably graceful way he rises from under the table.

"See? That wasn't even bad." The fairet says with a husk to his tone, half-
fixing his fringes, a pink to his cheeks but that unshakeable honesty in his
pale gaze. Naegi is not sure he can really speak right now, the stifling
nervousness and desperation having given way to an odd emptiness with a hint of
shameful arousal that he cannot imagine how to deal with. His face feels like
it's acquired a permanent sunburn.

The straining bulge in Komaeda's pants is fairly obvious, almost obscene from
Makoto's distance,  tantalizing , but he forces his eyes shut and sighs,
"Nagito..."

Naegi reaches out and takes his hand, interlaces their fingers - tries. As
weird and embarrassing as this was, he had to admit the other luckster saved
him from a potentially worse situation, because at that rate it would have been
impossible for him to not wet himself during the meeting - or on his way to it
maybe.

"I... um... thanks." He mumbled, still not really able to face his partner.

"I guess that could've been bad if I didn't come see you." Nagito squeezed his
hand affectionately, before parting so he could help fix up the boy's pants.
The momentary silence was visited by a notification sound, and Makoto glanced
at the forgotten laptop screen to see a little note arrival. Probably the
meeting's locale.

He gives Komaeda a small weak look, because with both their luck-based cycles
stacked on top of each other they're somewhat used to timely oddities like
this. The taller boy returns a knowing look himself.

"Good luck." Nagito kisses him gently on the cheek, lips probably still
somewhat gross, but Naegi doesn't really mind it. "See you later?" He looks at
him fully, promising.

"Yeah..." Makoto rubs the back of his head, always tipping a little lost in
those beautiful eyes. "You, um..." He starts, a little awkward, because he
doesn't know how he can just bring up that his partner is hard and that it's
difficult not to notice.

"Don't worry." Nagito catches the flick of his gaze, and adjusts his pants to
add to his statement. "Your work won't last all day, will it?"

The edge of his lips holds that mix of innocent and devious, and even after
he's left Naegi feels the tremors and phantom tingles and a warmth on his neck.


***** Horny Hajime *****
Chapter by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician), TheTacticianMagician
Chapter Notes
     Short 4 | Horny Hajime | 3.156w
     ► Hinanami (3x) + Komahina + Teruhina
     with Nanami:「Lazy morning」「"You're pretty hard, Hajime"
     opportunity」「Touchy-feely sleeping player」
     with Komaeda: 「Nagito's really nice and attractive voice」
     with Hanamura: 「The tease doesn't expect his teasing to actually work
     and gets wrecked」
     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
     - - - -
     There's intercrural, masturbation, handjobs, touching, and anal sex.
     This chapter in itself is divided into similarly themed short shorts.
     The thought of a horny Hinata makes me surprisingly weak, the hints
     in canon don't help... ergo the silly title. These aren't necessarily
     all in one continuity but if you wanna see it as that, sure?
He's easy to look through in the mornings, even if he has more expressions than
a visual novel character.

Nanami didn't even need to do more than send a few glances from the game she
had gotten up earlier to play, a handheld that could be played just there in
bed. It wasn't difficult to see glimpses of his morning wood and how torn he
looked. Waking from a good dream must be disorienting.

Hinata tended to wake up like that kind of often, resorting  to humping pillows
or locking himself in the bathroom if her not-quite-awake sense of hearing got
it right those times. Sometimes he asked for help from her. Some of these times
- a lot of these times, actually - she'd feel some guilt from him. Like he
feels bad for asking when she seems so sleepy. Maybe she shouldn't have fallen
back asleep when stroking him on a couple occasions.

Chiaki wonders if that's why he's so torn-looking now, moving around in the
covers a bit but not getting out of bed, surrounded with conflicting thoughts
when he's clearly aroused and his eyes are shining with need.

She really should just speak up. "Mmmn... you're really horny, right,
Hajime...?"

He couldn't look directly at her as he sincerely replied, skin burning red down
to his collarbones. "Yes."

"That's okay," She began, almost getting into a yawn at the end. "Here." She
laid back down on the bed, stomach down and stretching out her legs. She hiked
her camisole up a bit, letting her butt hugged by comfy panties and her creamy
thighs show.

Hinata's ahoge jolted taut and upright immediately.

"Use these." Chiaki instructed simply, patting the back of her thighs.
"Hajime." She added, to break him out of the brief stupor.

He seemed hesitant for a moment, shifting in place, but was unable to resist
and quickly unlaced his pants and shoved them down, letting his needy cock out
into the air. Nanami was still impassive, offering him a warm smile to see him
willing to take her on about it.

Very quickly, Hinata was above her, lowering down his hips and sighing
pleasurably as he nudged his length between her large plump thighs, giving
shallow thrusts to spread his precum on the skin.

Chiaki held back a sleepy giggle, watching him beautifully unravel for a moment
before going back to her low effort game.




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Catching her was easy in the sense that you could easily catch an anchor, but
it didn't mean things would end up well for you.

It wasn't that Chiaki was that heavy, but she was still heavy and Hinata almost
fell backwards with the knock. She was also very warm and soft and turned
around in his arms to lean on him further and regain her bearings. He could
hardly fathom how she wasn't feeling the punch of his frenzied heart against
her cheek.

Was this justified? She was a friend, a good friend, maybe one of his best
friends and he did have a crush on her. But all she was doing was pressing up
against him, like a hug because he cushioned her fall, and he felt like half a
dozen heaters were turned on in the room.

Which was fresh compared to when she drew away a bit and spoke casually,
"You're pretty hard, Hinata. You really are built like a boy." And then patted
his shoulder.

"Ww- what?" He spluttered, almost feeling like she fell on him again from how
his knees nearly faltered. What did she- what did she mean? "I mean, I-" He
tried to deduce the only meaning that should possibly apply. "I'm a bit tough,
but not that much," His knuckles gave a rigorous tap to his wide chest, "I
think some part might be lucky genetics."

There was some silence as Nanami tipped her head a little, as if their thought
processes didn't match. They were still close enough that Hajime could feel the
brush of her hair against his arm.


"Is this something boys don't notice?" She asked basely.

"..."

He felt the heat drain and then come back to his face twofold when she simply
cast her gaze down, right onto his waistline.

"When you get stiff down there."

... That's what she meant.  That's what she meant .

"We- we do notice. We just hope that... others won't notice." Hinata explained,
giving a step back.

"It's fine though." Nanami looked around the dark stacked room. "This is not a
problem, right? All you have to do is pull it out and play with it until it
goes down again, right?"

Maybe the worst, or most awkward part of that, was that she was right. "No,
that's not- I mean, yes, but we boys only do that when alone and in our
bedrooms." Hajime dismissed with burning ears, because she couldn't be-

"We're alone here." Chiaki stated with full naturality.

She was.

"So it's okay if you take care of it, I don't mind. That looks uncomfortable."

"Is it...?"

The girl nods even as his words seem to die in his throat from nervousness.


He should've maybe said no to that cute face and tried to endure the erection
for however longer it'd stay, but he's a stupid, stupid boy with stupid
hormones - and this idea is pooling blood almost painfully on his groin.

Hajime's hands are shaking slightly when he unbuttons and unzips, but doesn't
pull himself out, just releases the breath he's been holding and dips his hand
into his boxers. Nanami's curious gaze burns on him as though her eyes fire
laser beams.

It's only a bit awkward to pump himself like this - more than that probably
because standing and breathing feel really difficult - but the heat is building
up in his body just the same.

Chiaki reached for him with her hand which made his heart leap impossibly high
for a moment, though she didn't actually touch him- she just lowered down his
boxers that seemed to be getting in the way.

"Now it's easier." She said, and Hinata's eyes shut tight briefly at having her
stare at his rigid, exposed length. He had to remind himself to  continue
stroking.

Nanami looked a little red herself, but also focused, like she's watching an
NPC AI perform under an outlandish set of circumstances.

The boy's hand squeezes tight at the reminder of a moment - when he'd asked her
what kind of character he'd be in a game and she replied  the protagonist  -
and that dribbles excited precum out of him that pink eyes watch as it drips to
the floor.

Hajime's hand quickens, skin sliding and wet noises, bending over just a little
bit with the pleasure and biting down curses under his breath. He's almost gone
and doesn't really notice that Chiaki's covered back the step he took away
before.

Her sleeve brushes his bare hip and that does alert him, makes him jolt with
the fire on the surface of his skin, and he can't hold back the gasping moan as
he comes - just barely fisting a cover over his tip so he spills entirely over
his hand and not on her.

As he's trying to do basic things like keep breathing and standing through the
haze of orgasm, Nanami takes his white-coated hand and cleans it with a pink
kerchief as if it was the most natural thing, and he could only mutter dumbly,
"Uhm... Isn't that the one you use to clean your handhelds and controllers...?"


"I have a newer one." The gamer explained. She was smiling. How she could be
like this after what he'd just done, he couldn't understand. "So if you need to
and it's just the two of us, you don't need to hold back about doing that
again, alright? You looked nice doing it."

What was it that Nanami mentioned that usually made bosses unfair? One-hit
kills?
Yeah. That's how he felt after that sentence.



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Hinata wakes up with a sharp tug to his nipple and his eyes open wide to the
darkness of late night.

That's not how you wake someone up, what the fuck?...

And yet he turned his head to find that his bedmate was still sound asleep. She
just draped a hand over his chest for no apparent reason.

"Nanami." He called lowly, and indeed she showed no signs of being awake. Her
chest -  that he averted his eyes from as soon as possible, their mutual nudity
a reminder of last nigh t - was rising and falling with even and slow breaths.

He was about to simply roll her arm off him and try to go back to sleep when
she pressed down on his nipple again with her thumb. Then there were a few
rhythmic presses, and Hajime exasperatedly came to the conclusion that she must
be dreaming about playing videogames.

Hinata wished he could say it was just annoying, but her touches were growing
into pleasurable discomfort. Sometimes she would alternate between his two
nipples, sometimes pressing the pad of her pointer on the line of his pecs as
though they held shoulder buttons, sometimes rolling a nipple with her thumb
like a thumbstick as opposed to a button.

She wasn't even awake, yet she was playing him like a controller and it was
feeling good. And he was just letting her. Morbid curiosity, some whatever
philosopher from whatever century could have said.

He kept his mouth tightly shut though there were faint noises itching to come
out. His nipples having hardened made them easier for her to treat like the
buttons in her dreams, and it sent tingles after tingles down his body. There
was already a tent forming on the blanket around the height of his waist.

M-maybe he should wake her up.

Nanami seems to try to reach for his face and he quickly positions himself
uppermore on the bed because he definitely doesn't want his eyeball to be
played like one of those arcade rollers, thank you very much. It's a regret -
maybe? - because now he's almost entirely exposed and the position makes it
easier for her slumbering hand to grasp his dick instead.

He yelps. She still doesn't wake up.

Whichever god out there decided it would be good to give Nanami a dream about
the oldest consoles either hated him or held him in an odd yet dear place.

Joysticks were no longer much of a thing on modern gaming but Chiaki was not
one to skip any generation with competent and playable games. Hajime had to
bite his arm to keep from groaning with how her thumb got rougher on his nipple
and her other hand gripped and jostled his penis around, occasionally driving
the thumb of that hand into his tip and making him buck his hips. His insides
were a mix of fear and excitement, a double cord of either 'please stop now' or
'don't stop until the end'.

The odd rhythm was hardly erotic but that wasn't his biggest concern when it
was still his girlfriend's expert touch driving him to new heights.


And...


And then she just stopped. Simple as that. Curled back into blankets like she'd
been like that all the time, any trace of concentration vanished from the
expression that windowed her dreams.

Hinata sucked in a deep breath, trying to settle down.  Good luck with that,
mate . Chiaki left him rock hard and sweating, while barely looking like she'd
done much effort herself.

The brunet draped an arm over his eyes, though that did little in the darkness.
Sigh... He'd probably have to take matters into his own hands and pretend that
she'd kept playing if he had any hope of going back to sleep.




===============================================================================





Being a teenager is hell. Likes and hates and comfort and discomfort are
blurred. Everything is both a regret and a wish to do more of that. Nothing is
under control.

Hajime wants to excuse this on that, doesn't really want to admit that he's
just sitting there listening to Komaeda talk and not actually paying attention
to any words, just the sound of his voice because it's so  nice .

Breathy and low and it tickles the inside of his ears and down his spine, and
Hinata shifts his thighs together because his trousers are starting to get
uncomfortable; his brain is a mean magician that keeps transforming Nagito's
lilt into moans and his pauses for breath into gasps, and he's just there half-
listening as the luckster talks and talks-

Hinata was only snapped out of his reverie when Komaeda's voice spoke a little
louder, closer, "It's one of those days again, isn't it?"

There's a very small movement from the brunet, like trying to scoot his chair
away. "Uh, what?" The back of his neck feels clammy.

"Where it's hard for you to think about anything else other than getting off."

 Nagito says it in such a tranquil and confident way. Or maybe it seems
confident because Hajime feels like a mess in comparison.

The brunet swallowed thickly and if there was anything that he should've
planned to get out of his mouth, it was definitely not the "Your voice sounds
really nice." that came out.

"I didn't believe it at first." Komaeda smiled, pink settling on his cheeks.
"But I came to consider it when you didn't tell me to stop talking. You become
so much more willing to listen when you're like this. Now I know for sure why."


Hinata fiddled with his tie, loosening it a little because he felt something
that could have been shame burning him up. "That... that's all that is."

"Even if it is... that's a lot more than I imagined you could think of me." The
last part was spoken as a content sigh, and much closer to the brunet's ear
than anything previous. It sent a spark through Hajime's blood and Komaeda felt
it.

"I should fix what I caused, Hinata-kun." Nagito impulsively kisses the shell
of his ear, and Hajime groaned low in his throat when his hand glided along his
waistline and cupped his bulge.

Hinata immediately placed his hand on top of Komaeda's and rubbed himself
against him, a silent request of  don't you dare stop .


He lets the fairet unzip him and wrap his cool hand around his length, burying
his face on his arms on the table. Komaeda whispers sweet nothings on his ear
all the while, until Hinata can barely handle it and moves back to watch. The
sight of the pale hand gripping up and down his dripping cock has him
shuddering and coming within fifteen seconds.


Hajime, softening and out of breath, doesn't need to glance to know that Nagito
has drawn his hand back to lick it clean.




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Hinata tended to show up sometimes at the kitchen, not really to eat anything
straight from there but to check up on what they'd be eating. Teruteru was used
to him coming around, asking, looking around the pans and leaving.

Though today when Hajime came in, the cook was faced with a break in routine
when he  felt  silence- and stopped arranging his cuffs to find the spike-
haired staring at the expanse of his neck and collar that were well-showing
since he'd undone some of the top buttons of his shirt.

So his response was as instinctual as his nature. "I see you're enjoying this
view, Hinata-kun," he purred, trailing fingertips across a collarbone. "Maybe
it's me that you've come to eat?"

It was almost habit at this point, the flirting and teasing towards any
classmate that could let him go beyond a single word. Hanamura didn't think
Hinata of all people would want to stay around either for cooking or listening
to him, so he was more than a little shocked when he ended up propped on the
wall with Hajime's clothed crotch rubbing forcefully against his mouth.

Teru barely had time to react to any of that and  wow , was it hot.

But he managed to get the worked up boy to back down and offered a better
option than humping his face with clothes on, which was fucking him over a
table.

An impatient, flustered Hinata was actually pretty cute, and Teruteru tried to
not act like he wasn't expecting to actually get it on with another student
here. No, this was planned. Absolutely. He had everything under control. For
sure.

He tried to pass off that kind of aura (which Hajime wasn't buying) even as the
taller boy stretched him roughly with the kitchen oil, making Hanamura bite his
lip and wiggle his hips in discomfort. Nevermind the fact they could be walked
in on, because this was a public space.

"Ghnnhr- Hinata..." Teru started to groan when the spiky-haired brushed his
prostate, which was a sensation cut frustratingly short when he removed his
fingers entirely.

Propping himself up on his elbows, the cook held back a glare when he looked
back at Hajime. The sight of the boy unzipping messily and stroking his
reddened erection with bated breath and oily fingers did away with his
frustration like vanish powder.

"Nice co-" Hanamura was cut off by Hinata pressing his chest back down against
the table and pushing the first centimeters into his hole with the ease of a
fish down a lubed up slide.

"Don't... talk." Hajime gasped, the cook's smaller body size in more evidence
now that he was above him and his ass hugged him so tightly.

"S...ure." Was Teru's almost garbled response, sweat collecting at his bared
back with the hot mix of pain and pleasure at the bottom of his spine.

Whether he knew it or not, Hinata was definitely not being so gentle. The table
started veering away with every thrust, and Teru was almost shaking with the
force of it, having difficulty bringing his hand down to touch his own leaking
dick. Rough it could be but the stretching pain had been overriden by the way
Hajime's head bumped against his sweet spot at least half the time, making him
drool and almost phase into the tabletop. Yet somehow the spiked boy's noises
were louder than his.

Which would probably end up alerting people if this lasted too long.

But it didn't, and Hajime let out a hoarse cry as he sped up and shoved deep
into the cook, seed flowing warm like cream stuffing from his penis. Hanamura
couldn't resist far after that either, flicking his wrist and coating the
underside of the table with his own come.

"It's your kitchen." Hinata panted weakly after a while of breathy silence,
arms almost giving out. "You clean it up..."
***** garden bubbledrops - Naekusaba *****
Chapter by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician), TheTacticianMagician
Chapter Notes
     Short 5 | garden bubbledrops | 1.883 w
     ► Naekusaba + awkward situation
     「Junko doesn't like giving gentle sure nudges so much as outright
     shoves when it comes to matchmaking.」
     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
     I should be working on planned things instead of just doing the
     unplanned stuff but here we are
Mukuro wordlessly let her arms up to allow her sister to pull off her shirt,
putting it over her shoulder along with her jacket. Junko wasn't one to explain
whatever was going to happen, preferring to see people's distraught or
surprised reactions as it happened instead.


Mostly the blonde's actions just tired her rather than surprising, though her
brow still rose when Junko's nails scraped along her sides to take her sports
bra off. Mukuro didn't really like it, but didn't protest - the uneasiness
settling in her stomach was mostly due to the fact that, if her sister chose to
bring her here to the toolshed in the garden instead of just staying in one of
their rooms, it had an increased chance of not ending well.


 There was certainly a doubt to what she could be planning; comparing cup sizes
again? Using one of the shed's tools for something? Doing another one of those
temporary tattoos to "look stylin' and save for posterity"?


She decided to... actually ask as Enoshima just placed the piece of clothing
among the others over her shoulder. "What do you want to do?"


"Oh, I'm not doing anything to you. I'm just gonna leave you here to sort this
out by yourself. You know who's here at this time of day." Junko stated like it
was super simple. "I'm leavin'! Don't be dumb when I'm giving you
opportunities. Bye, sis."


And then she left through the door with no more than that, leaving Ikusaba
half-nude in the poorly lit shed. It took her a whole of fifteen seconds to
realize the intent behind this.


This was a play to get her to interact with Naegi, except really unconventional
and less of a nudge and more of a  shove . An inappropriate shove.


The luckster would be found here a fair amount of expectable to unexpectable
times, closing the entrance door and releasing the chickens into the gardens or
feeding them back their eggs before the school could take all of them. The
birds could as well be his now.

So he was here- maybe only him.



This was  far  from a good idea; having to walk like this from here to the
dorms could net trouble for her, and not be exactly pleasant. That made trying
to ask Naegi for help the best option.


Heat poked up her neck as she looked down to her small exposed breasts, to the
toned and muscled torso line leading down to her skirt. Somehow, even in a
situation like this, she was thankful her sister didn't take the rest of her
clothing, but Junko must know there's a limit to things before she and
potentially other students get expelled.


She breathed in deeply, running the layout of the garden through her mind.
Having to use her strategy abilities for something like this felt almost
humiliating, but it was still better to have use for it than not.


Head of raven hair poking out of the door, she looked around the fresh garden.
The chickens were still around, tutting about the plants and sometimes making a
little echo of their kokokoko communication noises. No one else seemed to have
come in.


Embarrassment wasn't imbued in her blood. No one in Fenrir gave much heed to
that. But somehow, the thought of Naegi... that felt different.


Mukuro wound her arms around herself and stepped out to find him. When he was
out here he was usually surrounded by at least two birds so find them and you
find him, and unsurprisingly the boy was on the rock path cuddling a chicken on
his legs.


He looked up from gently petting rust feathers to see who was approaching, and
she slightly cowered when he jumped and a red blush crept over his face.


"IIIIIIIIII-Ikusaba-san!" His hands fell behind him for support. "Um- are you
okay?"


"Yes..." She replied, unsure if she should move closer. Or at all. "Nee-san
just played one of her pranks again."


Makoto seemed to be having trouble with thoughts and words. Junko was not wrong
with her talk of boys being weak. "Where did she go? To give you- the clothes
back, I mean."


"She left, so I'm not sure now." The fighter admitted, arms shifting a bit in
nervousness - they were more than enough to cover her modest sizes, at least.
"Certainly not in the garden anymore."


"I, uhh, here," The chicken sensed Naegi's jumpiness and hopped off his legs,
glancing over as he stood up and pried off his blazer. Mukuro blinked as he
precariously held it in one hand while zipping down his hoodie and shrugging it
off as well, realizing his intent. He managed to look even more frail while
half-naked. "You can use this."


The brunet stepped towards her and held out his hoodie, and she looked down at
it. Even though this had been, in fact, the only effective plan she had thought
of, it still felt not-so-right to take something from him.


"Oh." Makoto muttered in realization, seeming to flush brighter for a second
before he flung his blazer over his head, covering all of it with the fabric
and looking away for extra measure. "It's okay. I can't look." His muffled
voice came from underneath.


That was... pretty endearing, actually. Ikusaba's lips rose in a very small
smile she didn't even notice, picking up the hoodie and sliding her arms into
the sleeves. She locked the zippers together and zipped down; it was a little
tight since he was smaller than her, but otherwise it was comfy and held his
warmth.


When Naegi didn't budge, she spoke out, "It's alright now."


He took the blazer from over his head, hair somehow looking messier than usual.
His eyes took her in, but he quickly lost his nerve and set them on the floor
as he shouldered the held clothing on. "It looks good." He murmured simply. "On
you."


"... Thanks." She muttered back, and awkward silence came to settle over them.


...

... She should take this chance to do something. So...


Mukuro reached out her hand and... ruffled his hair.


Makoto momentarily flinched but didn't draw away, looking at her with something
like expectation.


"I'll give it back to you later. Thank you, Naegi." She tried smiling at him,
hoping it actually looked like a smile.


"Ah- it's no problem! You're welcome." He nodded, "If Enoshima-san troubles you
again, you know you can count on me."


That's actually an encouragement for her to trouble me more , the ex-soldier
thought but didn't voice. "I'll keep that in mind."


Even as she walked away, Mukuro was unsure if she should be proud of herself
for how that had gone. Had it added to their friendship? Would it feel awkward
when they met next? She couldn't know Naegi's thoughts... though the immediate
hurdle was at least overcome, and if there was anything else she could think of
needing to say, she could dwell on it until she was able to return his hoodie.



...



The boy was still trying to get himself together from the whiplash of a
situation that had just gone down. He'd seen the sisters walk into the gardens
earlier, but... of course there was no way to expect any of that to transpire.
He let his body plop down sitting again, releasing a long breath. The chicken
immediately hopped on him for more cuddles.

It had been very hard to pry his eyes off the ex-soldier. Even harder to not
imagine touching the warmth of her bare skin. But easier to remind himself that
she was a friend and needed help, and he shouldn't let his feelings get in the
way of that. He licked his dry lips; n-not that a hug would've been bad...
right?

And why was Mocha not settling down and just pattering her feet along...?

His blush became fierce when he noticed she was having trouble finding a
comfortable spot on his lap because of his hard-on pushing against the front of
his pants.

Makoto cautiously directed her more towards his thighs and pet her feathers as
he tried to shake the image of Mukuro wearing his hoodie whose bottom rode up
her waist and tightness made the peak of her nipples kinda visible-

He clamped his hand tightly over his bulge, drawing away slowly and placing it
back on the bird. "I... I need to calm down."



...




"Oh, oh man! You look like a kid with that! Ha, what happened then? Some good
ol' ogling? Took too short, huh?" Junko coyly teased at her sister as soon as
she showed up. Of course she'd be waiting in front of her room.


"No, nothing happened." Ikusaba replied as simply as possible, ignoring any
potential insulting undertones. "He didn't have his eyes on me most of the
time. He was just helpful. You know how he is."


"Yeah I do know. Boring and disappointing."


Though she was used to the blonde's consistent harsh words, whenever they were
directed towards Naegi Mukuro felt an urge to kick her legs out from under her.



"But you know why he wasn't looking, he couldn't handle it! He'd probably
explode! I bet you he's up there right now jacking off from the cute way you
looked." Junko nudged her sister with an elbow a few times, grinning.


Mukuro cautiously stepped away, pink rising to her cheeks. "Don't... say those
kinds of things."


"Why not, Muku? Wouldn't you like that? Naegi letting out some cute little
moans as he touches his cock thinking of your nice shape? You aren't going
after him just to get some goodnight kisses, not  my  sister."


The ink-haired picked her clothes up from Junko's arms with unstable hands, the
fashionista seeming satisfied with how red she looked for now. Maybe that's why
she actually let Ikusaba close the door to her room without coming along.



Mukuro breathed nervously and climbed on her bed, immediately resting her head
in order to calm down.


It was... comfy. Lying down on the blankets and curling up, just breathing in
the scent from the hoodie. It was very much Naegi and a little bit of bird, and
felt like getting a hug from him.


The girl sighed, cuddling up further in the feel of the fabric. She could stay
here for a bit before dressing back to her clothes and handing the hoodie back
to him, but it was difficult to focus on relaxing with the kinds of mental
images Junko hammered in her mind.


There's no way that could... have been enough for something like that, right?


There's no way that Makoto was there, hiding somewhere and stroking himself to
the thought of her... right?


She pulled the hood over her head and buried her face in the pillow, thighs
rubbing together as she tried to banish the thought.  Not now .   Not now .


Just as she was in the process of thinking meticulous emotionless trails of
argument, a faint buzz came from the phone she was used to forgetting about.
Checking it netted a message from her sister.


[You know, sis, you still got time if you wanna check up on him]


Mukuro shoved the phone across the bed and slammed her face right back into the
pillow.

***** Feverish love - Naegiri *****
Chapter by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician), TheTacticianMagician
Chapter Notes
     Short 6 | Feverish love | 3.776 w
     ► Naegiri + canon opportunity, wet dream, dry humping, masturbation
     「Kyōko gets more than a handful when taking care of Makoto overnight
     after the masked attacker visits. She's extra fine with that. 」
     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
     This kinda doubles as a sickfic. And again, I should be focusing on
     stuff I need to finish instead of jumping on whimsical new stuff...

"Kiri...?" Were his faint words. "There was... someone here..."

The detective didn't find it odd that he only seemed to notice her presence
now; he really looked out of it. "I know, I know." She stopped by his bed for a
moment, placing a toilet paper roll by the side table in case he needed to
cough or sneeze. It was fever, most likely. "They're gone now. You're safe."

Naegi kept looking at her, maybe trying to convey something through an
expression but he didn't seem anything more than tired. Kirigiri wondered if he
had managed to sleep properly before, how the state of his consciousness was,
because his eyes hadn't been closed the entire time she was prepping a small
barricade in case the masked attacker wanted to come back.

When she pulled back her sleeve to feel his forehead with her arm, he was
burning and sweat-ridden. He didn't even flinch or react besides changing his
gaze towards her then.

Makoto was a fucking idiot, honestly. He was radiating this much heat and yet,
he was still donning the same blazer and hoodie from daytime. She shook her
head in concern and disappointment both, looking around the room for a cup or
glass to fill with water. At this rate he'd waste away in dehydration.

Kyōko held his head up to help him drink slowly. Only a little spilled, and she
set the half-empty cup aside. "How are you feeling?" She tried to ask.

There was a pause before he muttered, "Dunno. Sorry."

Well, that was probably still not very good.

"Naegi, I'll get you out of some layers so you can cool a little." Kyōko warned
just in case, not knowing the full level of his consciousness.

He seemed to be only momentarily confused by her actions, expression lagging,
but was not too hard to get the blazer and hoodie out of. It was unacceptable
for him to stay in those clothes like that, and a shiver crossed him no doubt
due to the room's air hitting his sweaty skin.

Kirigiri swiped a small strip of toilet paper along his neck and torso to get
the excess sweat off. He'd definitely need a shower tomorrow.

Naegi didn't seem to mind. She wondered what he was thinking, or if he was even
able to think right now. A thermometer from the infirmary would've been good...
Maybe in the morning. She'd let off the small barricade, too.

With some hesitation, Kyōko moved down to also drag off his trousers and socks,
which were also humid. Everything was humid. Like Makoto was making a
greenhouse under the blanket, fitting his name and all.

Though she didn't fully expect a reply, she pet his hair and inquired, "Better
now?"

It took a while, his nearly-closed eyes unfocused, but he nodded slowly.

Makoto looked very vulnerable like this, just trusting everything she was
doing. By his demeanor it was possible it wouldn't be all that different if he
wasn't sick, but the fever just made him even more pliable and accepting of
others' whims. She turned the blanket on its other side, covering him with the
less sweaty part. He huddled up further in that dry part; Kirigiri did the same
to his pillow.

A little sweet lopsided smile seemed to settle on his face then, and the
detective had to catch herself before she could reach out to stroke his cheek.
He was just... so cute. Even with how easy on the eyes he looked with only
boxers on - currently obscured by the blanket - the cuteness still prevailed.

She got him to drink the rest of the water, before telling him he should try to
sleep until he understood. Or at least closed his eyes and buried further in
the pillow.

Kyōko could admit that this all wasn't just for him. She liked the thought of
spending the night over, even if it wasn't necessary; this had all been decided
within a short timespan anyways, and Togami had the key to her room, so she
hadn't planned on sleeping, exactly. Since they've been doing progress in
finding out more about the school and having one less on their investigation
team was a liability, focusing on getting him back to health was an
understandable priority.

Getting to sleep beside him was just an extra bonus.

The young woman fitted out her jacket and boots, undoing her tie and climbing
on the bed more fully. The luckster barely registered it, and didn't move. It's
true, sleeping would be difficult and the smell of sweat was pretty prevalent,
but either catching a nap or getting to watch him rest sounded like good
options to her.

Makoto was burning up, so Kyōko tried to not stay too close, nor under the
blankets, as she caressed his hair gently to try and lull him into a complete
sleep. She wished to feel his soft damp strands with her bare skin, but... not
yet. Gloves stay on.

Though he didn't look too content or relaxed during sleep because of the
sickness, it was still calming to watch the deep breathing and his endearing
flushed face. It was slowing her own system down in tandem; petting him was
surprisingly tranquilizing.


Kirigiri wasn't sure whether she'd fallen asleep without noticing or just zoned
out, neither for how long that was, but when she felt awareness back to her,
the warmth was much more overwhelming. A few more seconds in the darkness let
her assess that Makoto had wrapped his arms around her, or at least one and a
half arms.

He was trying to cuddle during sleep? ... That was actually very nice, placing
his feverish state aside. Kyōko removed the blanket off most of him to ward off
the heat, and he instinctively got closer to her to counteract that.

She wondered if she should gently pry him away; as much as she enjoyed the
proximity, this was not ideal when he was radiating heat like a stove, though
slipping off the blanket had made it considerably more bearable. Though if
snuggling helped him sleep better, that was all that was really important right
now.

"Nnn... Kiri..." He sighed, and scooted closer until his face buried over her
breasts. Oh.

Maybe for this situation it would have been best to not be aware that Naegi was
nearly naked, pressed up to her, and now slowly nuzzling her chest. But she
was. Very aware.

A blush crept up from Kyōko's neck and she almost considered getting out of his
fairly weak grip and substituting herself with a pillow instead. But something
- maybe her own... selfishness? - kept her where she was, letting the feverish
boy dreamily rub his nose between her breasts. There was no question that he
was either asleep or half-asleep and delirious.

He sometimes made sleepy noises. If it had kept like this, Kirigiri could have
honestly fallen asleep eventually, but then she felt one of his legs wrap
behind hers and the curve and weight of his crotch pressing against her thigh.
She stiffened. Makoto wasn't hard, but he'd begun to lazily rub up his clothed
penis on her leg, so it was impossible to not feel the stirs.

Kyōko had to let out a very leveled breath, temperature rising from more than
just having someone with a fever beside her. Someone she very much had at least
some feelings for.

"Kiri..." He murmured again, with no signs that he was actually awake yet.
Shit.  She'd never heard his voice with that husk before; maybe it was his
throat getting messed up with the illness. She could  feel  him gradually get
hard, the soft bulge changing in angle as it became a more rigid pressure
against her. Those sleepy movements of comfy boxer cotton against her skin felt
really nice, and made it very difficult for her to control herself and not
reach down to touch him.

The detective didn't want to... take advantage of him right now. It was
tempting, really tempting to unbutton her shirt and guide a nipple towards his
mouth, or shift her hips and try to make it so he would be rubbing himself to
the mound between her thighs, but... This is not exactly how she wants things
to go with the two of them. If he was entirely asleep, which he looked to be,
this was merely the reflection of a wet dream he was having.

... A wet dream about her, apparently.

Fuck. The wetness of her arousal was almost growing palpable now. Was he maybe
dreaming about fucking her? Or maybe it's less intense, and he's simply
imagining her hand wrapped around him? Naegi spoke her nickname again, a very
small cry, and his little humps grew slightly in speed.

He wasn't even trying and he was making her so hot already.

Kyōko shifted her thighs together, quivering a bit from the friction of her
panties against her clit. The brunet was breathing harsher against her chest,
and she could only hope he wouldn't end up hyperventilating or choking on his
own possible mucus if he kept like this. There was a sensation of some wetness
where he was rubbing on her, and she noted it was the leaking precum.

Looking down was a bad idea. Her self-control was straining. Actually seeing
his bulge sliding along her leg, though not in the best viewing angle, made her
throb with the want to wrap around his waist, or to maybe pull on the waistband
and bare him to her.

It was almost unbearable to deal with as still as she was. Maybe she could...

A breathless sound of relief echoed when Kirigiri gave in and took a hand
between her thighs, rubbing her aching core. Maybe getting off to him, in his
bed, next to him, as he haplessly humped her, had nothing wrong to it at all.
Likely. She was too lost to think on it, to even think Naegi would mind it, as
he continued to deliver tiny moans of her name against her breasts.

Kyōko wasn't too used to indulging like this, which likely added to the
sensation of dipping fingers inside her panties and working along her lips and
around her pleasure button. She bit her lip to try and muffle out any noises,
though the whining breaths that escaped had no chance of getting the boy out of
his fantasy.

Eventually she found herself thrusting slick gloved fingers into her entrance
in a match to the rhythm of Makoto humping her leg, the pleasure almost numbing
through the stuffy atmosphere. Her body could almost pretend that it was him
inside her, if not for the texture and size. She was nearly losing awareness
that it was her own wrist making these movements.

Some of his adorable red face was visible as he absentmindedly rubbed his
cheeks on the inner curves of her chest, expression softly twisted in pleasure,
Kirigiri gradually feeling more slick on her thigh where his erection was
smearing the precum that dripped through his fabric. It was plentiful. Her
lower lip was feeling a painful pressure from how hard she had to bite down to
keep the moans from coming out, fingers gliding in absolute ease against her
inner walls from how much quim she was producing.

Naegi's breath seemed to grow more erratic as her own became shallower, before
he suddenly tensed and hugged her tighter, hips stuttering as he groaned loudly
against her. She sucked in a trembling breath as she felt the warmth of
something even thicker and stickier pour on her thigh, his soaked length
smearing it messily even as the reduced movements gradually came to a stop.

Kyōko didn't cease her rapid masturbation even as she felt him relax and soften
against her leg, chasing her own orgasm with burning lungs. Her muscles seized
as her thumb brushed her clit and her fingers crooked inside herself, walls
tightening as she came not very long after him. She swore that she almost
sobbed as she bit down on the pillow to prevent a wanton moan from slipping
out.


Kirigiri spent a veritable amount of time catching her breath, making an effort
to loosen Makoto's grip on her further without potentially waking him. Her
right glove was a mess, everything below her waist felt slick and sticky - and
the sight of it was almost dangerously exciting. There was a large wet patch on
the boy's boxers, connected to her leg that slightly shone with clear liquid
and some of his cum. Her inner thighs that were incredibly close to it weren't
in a much better state.

Before she cleaned all that up she just wanted - just a bit...

Her index finger picked up a tiny helping of cum and rose it to her mouth,
tasting it. It was probably not enough, but from that small bit she could note
salty and... arousing? Not that that was a flavor.

She reached for a strip of the toilet paper to clean herself up, though their
underwears weren't salvageable in themselves. There would be no need for her to
tell Naegi what he'd done- what  they'd  done- at least, not until they were in
a proper position to talk about that. For him, it was a heightened wet dream,
whether with causal correlation to the fever or not.

His ragged breathing seemed to have gone back to the quiet drag of normal
sleep,  pleasure lines on his face completely softened. Kyōko didn't need her
detective abilities to presume that orgasm likely made his body feel better for
the time being.

It certainly did a number on hers. Sometimes she forgot just how  good  it was.
It also raised the affection she was feeling in just being by him.

Kirigiri was content to bask in that, unworried for the moment. Despite the
near suffocating heat and sweat... she was still glad to be there.




...




The creeping pains of fever eventually woke Naegi up, body aching and head
fogged and heavy. Had he slept?  Yeah... I think I had a good dream... but I
don't remember. I remember someone getting into my room... with a mask... and
then Kiri... maybe I dreamed that she stayed.

There was some wetness around him - but it didn't feel like too much and was
also under his neck and chest, so it must be sweat. He was relieved about that,
at least.

He didn't remember actually getting his clothes off... wasn't that a dream too?
But before his hurting head could burn on it, a movement on the light caught
his attention - Kirigiri.

"Good morning. Monokuma's recording wasn't long ago, and it didn't wake you up.
How are you feeling?" She asked, though Makoto couldn't quite match her words
with her mouth.

"Sore. Hurts." Was his simple response. He felt like the headache was just
taking up most of his brain.

"Do you think you can sit up a bit? I'll take your temperature, since I'm
pretty sure this is a fever."

Kyōko was here... even though he couldn't understand that very well, he was
glad.

This state was weird. Even though he felt tired, the pains kept him unable to
really rest or fall back asleep, despite him looking like he could pass out at
any moment. The violette took his temperature in silence, sometimes watching
his face. He probably looked like death.

"You're above 38. It's definitely a fever, though we might not be able to
pinpoint the source of it." She put away the thermometer, glancing at him.
"That doesn't mean you're going to die, by the way."

"That's good I guess... I think..." Makoto drooped some, yawning, and found
that that kinda hurt.

"The school has medication for fevers in the infirmary, and I got some besides
the thermometer when I went there. I can give it to you at eight on the dot so
it's easier to track. Since we have some time until then, do you think you'd be
capable of showering?" The words seemed to grow softer. "It's not of utmost
importance, but you've been completely sweat-ridden for a while, especially
since you had gone to bed with your hoodie and all."

His nose wasn't picking up scents very well, but he could see what she meant.
He felt gross beyond just the weight of sickness. "Probably... not." He slowly
leaned even further back on the pillow so that he was half-laying down.
"Standing up doesn't sound so good."

With tapping fingers, Kyōko seemed to be thoughtful. "Is there any way I could
at least clean you up? A wet rag and a little soap could do some good. If you
don't like the idea of me doing that, you could ask Hagakure to do it later."

"Umm... That sounds... doable... but..."

She saw the way the heat seemed to spread to the tips of his ears. "I'm not
taking off your last piece of clothing to do that, relax." She could've teased
him, said  unless you want me to , but she held to her protocol of being softer
around him now that he was sick.

"O... ok. I guess it's alright." He let out a long breath.

Even then she still asked if it was ok when she returned with the wet soaped up
cloth and a hand towel. Makoto nodded his nervous consent.

"It's gonna feel a bit cold." She warned.

"Just be gentle, because things hurt." He eloquently put in response.

The cool wetness made him flinch, but among shivers from cold and pain he
eventually got used to the rag being diligently scrubbed on his body, cleaning
off the sweat and leaving a weird sensation on his feverish skin.

He felt... a bit bad that he had to be taken care of like this, but he was in
no position to protest or do much better. The thought of standing up through a
shower was kind of dizzying, and getting clean did feel nice. There wasn't too
much energy to spend in feeling humiliated, though he still made a point to not
look when she dragged down the blanket to clean down his legs.

It was then that he noticed that his underwear felt pretty sticky, and flushed
further with the distant realization that he must've come during sleep.

"You should be a lot more clean and fresh now. Here." She nudged him towards
the side of the bed that wasn't sweat-marked to the extent of where he was.
"This should do enough for now. We're about five minutes to eight, and then
you'll take your medication." Kirigiri set aside the cleaning cloth and the
towel that she'd just tapped along his skin with, getting up to fill the
bedside cup with water.

"Uh, Kirigiri-san." Makoto shyly called, though even raising his voice was
tiring. "The thing is, I... should also change my boxers..."

She regarded him with utter lack of surprise before walking over to rummage his
drawers in completely nonissue. His underwear division was found rather
effortlessly and she tossed one on him.

"You can clean up and change under the blankets. I'll take those boxers to wash
along with the clothes you were using yesterday."

Naegi's "thanks" were so low even he barely heard it, still feeling a looming
sense of embarrassment as he managed to drag off his underpants even as his
lower half was entirely covered with blanket. The cold of the rag on his
sensitive privates made him quiver, but putting on the new boxers felt better
almost immediately.

His arms ached more vividly just from that effort, so he had to ask, "Is the
medication going to numb the pain?"

"It states a pain relief effect. So I assume it will." Kyōko picked off the
tablet from the sheet, handing it to the brunet. "Put it in your mouth. I'll
give you water to swallow."

He obeyed, and the girl was very gentle in holding his chin and tilting the
edge of the cup on his lips, though he still almost choked, eyes watering with
internal near-coughs. Kirigiri tapped between his shoulders in sympathy if
anything else, before rubbing beneath his throat in a surprisingly alleviating
way as his breathing and swallowing normalized.

She kept at it - maybe because he didn't tell her to stop or that it was enough
- but eventually drew away, rubbing the excess water off his eyes with a
sleeve. "The effect should be taking place by now. Do you need anything else?"

"I think... The med actually helps with the pain, so I should be alright." He
manages a proper smile with the ache ebbing. "Thank you for everything,
Kirigiri-san. Really."

"You're welcome. It was no trouble. I don't think everyone else knows about
your fever yet." She looked straight into him, something intense and knowing on
it. "I can't lose you. We can't lose you, Naegi. So leave things to us for now
and rest."

Makoto couldn't entirely process that. Not at first, and not yet. But he felt
like his heart expanded a little. He didn't even notice when Kyōko left; she
was that slinky.


Even with shades of pain still running along his body, the luckster made an
effort to stretch and move out of bed, grunting and whining with dizziness and
effort on something that should've been simple. He just wanted to use the
bathroom and wash his face before returning to bed. Standing up didn't even
feel good on his breathing. But it was good that this was possible, at least...
that he didn't have to rely on help for  everything .


When he fell back onto the bed, feeling lighter and the water coolness
spreading a slightly nice sensation on his throbbing head, there was a hard
crumpling noise. Oh... it was a folded paper, on the pillow. Naegi opened it,
just some last brain efforts before the faded pain let him rest better. Even
just starting on the read, he could easily see it was written by Kirigiri.

[ We won't leave you out of the loop with information even if you're bedridden.
I'll tell the others about your state so they can help as well. I'll try to get
someone to bring breakfast over soon. I have investigating to do. Hope you get
better.

Also, I did sleep on your bed. I didn't mind.

P.S. Eat and stay hydrated. ]

Wait.

So she did sleep over? That wasn't a dream?

Is that why I... actually...

.......

His head hurt too much to be thinking about more than waiting for breakfast and
resting further.

***** Slippery slope - Naekusaba *****
Chapter by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician), TheTacticianMagician
Chapter Notes
     Short 7 | Slippery slope | 5.612 w
     ► Naekusaba + trust, wetting, intercrural, semi-public sex, fluff
     「 Sometimes when my bad luck ropes me in, someone will rope me out.
     Mukuro has a lot of that metaphorical rope - to give, share, and
     ensnare. She patiently shows me how much after I scrape my knee. 」
     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
     Some people (me included) wanted Muku to be happy and get some, and
     even though I had some things kinda planned, I wanted something that
     could end up less complicated to work out, so I spent a while half-
     asleep thinking and came up with this... garbage?
     Some of this is actually based off of a cute irl anecdote someone
     told over at tumblr. Mostly the first half.
     I hope you don't mind the first person POV. It's a psychological
     necessity in this case.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
I'm so tired I barely have the breath to cry out when I trip over and my knee
cushions my fall before my hands can. Which translates into a pained bleeding
scrape that makes me hiss. How many laps has it been? Enough? I don't... really
care after all that.

Panting, I roll off of the track to not be in the way of the other students and
give a look to the hurt area. It's bloody, dirty and ugly. I let my head fall
back to the ground in a feeling of defeat, knee tingling like the devil was
breathing on it. The wound is really not too bad, I could walk with it, but I'm
too exhausted to even want to get up at all.

You see, physical education is one of the required subjects... and in Hope's
Peak where they gather up talents from all around Japan, all kinds of talents,
things can get disparate really quick. Ōgami and Asahina were still going,
formidably fast, like all those laps had been nothing. Ishimaru was also doing
a great job at keeping up a respectable pace. Ikusaba looked like she had the
stamina to do this for days. Ōwada was no slouch either, with his long bulky
legs and all. Everyone else was struggling pretty obviously. Other than
Enoshima who had decided to just walk.

I felt worse for Yamada, who had dropped on the middle of the track and was
being evaded or jumped over by those still continuing. His fat being
disproportionately centered around his stomach and waistline meant his legs got
all the extra pressure.

This is certainly not the kind of exercise he should be doing, but the school
had learned to veer off competitive games for class as much as possible. It
usually ended with most of us turning back and forth trying to get the ball
from the better ones who were basically playing by themselves with their amount
of focus, things like 100% chance losses or good chance of accidental harm from
Sakura or Mondo. The class coach found that non-competitive activities such as
laps on the tracks or pool, gymnastics, weight lifting, bag punching and
skipping were fairer overall.

Even though physicality was part of Kuwata's past due to baseball, he was more
used to short bursts of speed rather than keeping up, so he had to stop for
breaks often. He came to one by me. "Hey, Naegi, you alright there?"

"I'm okay... just tripped. I'm not sure I wanna do more jogging." I probably
didn't look too different from the redhead right now. His face was close to the
color of his hair and he was also sweating bullets. "I know it's not about
keeping up but, you know..."

"Well, you got hurt, so you can probably take a leave and get it patched. I'm
sure we're at about the end of class- phew- anyways... Feels like I'm going for
six hours." Leon swiped his forehead, giving a look back to the track like it
was a battlefield.

I chuckled at the exaggeration, but he was right. It's been too long for class
to not be close to over.

Coming off of what must've been another effortless lap, Ikusaba also came
around to check on me. I had to search around for sweat on her to find any, and
other than a faint pink on her cheeks she looked as though she might've been
just sitting out on the sun for a couple minutes instead of being ahead of the
majority of class. It was hard to believe someone like me was in the same grade
as people like that.

"He just got hurt, a visit to the infirmary and it'll be fixed." Kuwata
explained.

"I see." Was her simple response, also eyeing the injury.

"Kuwata-kun!" Came a booming voice that made the man in question jump. "You are
still two laps shorter than what you stated to be capable of doing! If you-
hey, why are you running off?"

I watched as Leon zipped away onto the track like he was afraid, while a
decently paced Ishimaru stopped close to where he was before. "I was going to
tell him that it would mean that his past self still surpasses him! Why must
others shy away from important lessons?" His large tenant red eyes soon came to
rest on my tired figure on the ground. "Naegi-kun! What has been done to you to
cause you this?!"

"I just tripped over and scraped it. It's... okay really, Ishimaru."

"What a relief! It still looks disgusting, though. You should wash the dirt off
as soon as possible to avoid making it worse!" The young man advised, ever
helpful despite his loudness.

"I will take him to wash it. If that is alright with you, Naegi?" Mukuro put
her eyes on mine.

"Sure, it's fine." I reply, just a little confused. I can walk, but help is
appreciated, and I do want to spend more time with her...

But I don't expect it when she crouches and slides her arms underneath me,
lifting me up in a bridal carry. My teeth grit with the pain from my scrape,
and I grip her shoulders in instinctive wariness of falling.

"But that- that should be the other way around!" Ishimaru exclaimed at the
view, though he was struggling with the notion himself since I was not only
smaller than Ikusaba but also injured, which would logically lead to the
current situation.

"It's fine." The girl was impassive. "He doesn't have much stamina for P.E. and
he'd been pushing himself."

I mean, she's right... But it's almost embarrassing for me to be like this when
the two of them look almost unaffected by the exercise.

"Well. You have done great today, Naegi-kun. I hope your knee heals!" Kiyotaka
bade us off, and he was soon back on track. Sakura passed quickly by for the
lost-count time, most of the students I could see in the distance were slowing
down, and Hifumi was still on the floor. He would probably need help getting up
later.




Having Ikusaba just carry me like that in silence felt... awkward. She had no
trouble walking with me in her arms, which reminds me a few of the firearms
she's used before were close to my weight; which was more evenly distributed in
my young body than in a packed metal war contraption, probably.

"You... really jogged all that like it was nothing." I commented, to break up
the silence and because I really do think she's amazing.

"I've had lots of training." There was a dragged on moment, where I thought I
should say more, but then she muttered, "Thank you."

I smiled. "You're welcome! Just because everyone here has a talent, doesn't
mean you aren't special yourself."

There was something like faint surprise on her expression when she looked down
at me, before putting her eyes back ahead. I know she isn't all that used to it
yet, but on the times we've spent together I try to help her recognize an inner
self-esteem, ability to do good and anything notable that can separate her from
her sister. I hope I'm helping, at least. I have to at least try.

Her casting her gaze back ahead reminded me that I should also be looking, and
I noticed she was carrying me over to the showers by the field. It was no
infirmary, but was the closest place with running water to clean up the wound.
It was a good idea like Ishimaru proposed; and my sense of feel in the area
couldn't discern what was loose skin and what were tiny pebbles and dirt.

There was a pause in front of the facilities, given that they were separated by
gender like most of their type in the school. I was going to say that it was
fine and I could just wash my injury on my own, but Mukuro brusquely just
walked into the boys' facilities instead.

"Wait- are you sure this is okay with you?" I quickly input. "People rarely
come here before after-class activities start, but..."

"I can look like a boy at a distance. It should be alright." She calmly
replied.

That did make sense, in case someone that's not from our class had seen us from
afar. "I guess I get it, though you're so cute-looking that..." Oh. I- I just
casually called her cute. Oh.

I thought I felt her grip momentarily tighten. She was blushing, and so was I,
and I didn't know if I should apologize - what for, though?

Mukuro nudged one of the toilet lids closed to place me sitting on it, my knee
momentarily flaring from bending out and back again. The superficial parts of
the injury were of course the least serious, but they made up for that by
hurting an extra mile.

"It doesn't hurt too bad, right?" Ikusaba asked, watching my wince.

"No, when it's still it's rather okay. It flares with pain sometimes though."

With a nod of acknowledgement, she walked off.

The damp and cool atmosphere was fairly relaxing, especially compared to
outside with the sun beating down. This place wasn't too small nor huge, with
three sinks, three urinals, three toilet stalls and seven shower stalls, since
it was primarily for showering anyway. I don't know how it is over in the
girls' side, but probably very similar.

Being able to sit down and rest easy almost made me drowsy. It was really nice,
and I started to feel wholly relaxed and light.

"... Naegi?"

Huh?

...

I finally seemed to notice things. The noise, the warmth. My eyes shot wide
open and my legs quivered. "Oh. Oh fuck."

The pee kept streaming through my shorts and over the lid to fall to the floor,
making a mild dripping/splashing noise that must have caught Mukuro's
attention. My body betraying me should not be surprising - things going wrong
for me should not be surprising at this point - but I still feel terrified
shame burn my skin.

"Since I sat down on a toilet I- instinctually my body must've just- I didn't-
hghhr-" A groan slipped out of my throat as I felt really close to stuttering
or choking.

I jolted when I felt a cool hand lay upon my heated cheek, thumb brushing along
it soothingly; it was roughly concurrent with the flow coming to a stop. My
eyes flickered to Mukuro, whose surprised expression had softened to that of
someone who wasn't sure of what to do, despite still being flushed. I... really
wish I hadn't exposed her to such a pathetic sight as that.

"You know... That's not so bad. I've seen much worse from some men when I was
back at Fenrir." She- tried to comfort me.

"I'm sorry... this was still..." I breathed in heavily, still churning with
embarrassment. Her gentle caressing hand managed to be fairly comforting,
surprising me as she was usually hesitant about casual, friendly physical
contact. She was... making an extra effort to make me feel okay.

"A mistake?" Ikusaba supplied, fiddling with some wet paper in her other hand.
"I was the only one who saw that... if it's any help to how you feel."

She certainly was one of the most reserved students of the academy, so I should
be safe to think this would remain between us. But it still added to my
disappointment towards myself and how many leagues I was below someone like
her. "... Thank you, Ikusaba-san. You're being really nice." I leaned my cheek
against her palm before she slowly drew it away.

Mukuro seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if she was recalling something or
struggling on whether to say something - almost nervous? -, but it disappeared
before I could tell her it was okay to say whatever she wanted. She seemed to
decide on something else.

"Sweat itself is like low-concentrated urine. A shower right here would be
really convenient to get rid of both." She suggested. That first bit of
information didn't... help at all. But she was right; we were just next to the
showers.

"Yeah, I think I should definitely shower after this..." I muttered. "My normal
clothes are still back in the locker."

A hiss of pain - my own - echoed when Mukuro crouched and dabbed the wet paper
on my knee, which I had almost forgotten about. The pain flared as the paper
earned red and greyish tints from the blood and dust, and my previously
drooping ahoge got back upright from that. Ikusaba asked, "Would you trust me
with your combination to get you your clothes while you shower?"

That... I don't think I have a reason - ow, ow ow - to not trust her, but there
was also the fact that the other option was to head to the lockers with a very
obvious, huge wet patch on my shorts. Just having Mukuro see this accident was
bad enough in itself, and I didn't need it broadcast to the rest of the class.

"My combination is 443." I said with a hitch of breath at the end when she gave
a particularly strong press with the wetter side of the paper. The scrape
looked definitely cleaner, and would be alright with some antisseptic and a
patch from the infirmary... later. I was making things just take longer.

"I got it. I'll try to bring a bag for you to put the wet clothes in, too." She
stood up and, in what surprised me once more, gently gave a pat-caress to my
messy brown hair.

I froze for a couple seconds even as she left after that, my heart speeding up
again though with something different this time.

She's just being nice to me. Because I'm her friend. I tried to rationalize, my
stupid heart with a crush still conflicted with shame and bubbliness.

I quickly got up and my legs almost buckled, wet shoes and socks feeling
definitely gross. Mukuro had left the towel she'd brought from P.E. here for me
to clean up the floor and the lid, so I quickly did, soaking up as much of the
evidence of my awful luck as I could. I wiped around the area with some paper
and hand soap to at least try to mask the smell to some extent.

I headed to the furthest shower stall and turned on its cool water just to let
it fall all over me for a moment, before slipping off the sweat-soaked tshirt
and the piss-clinging shorts and underwear. I just allowed every piece of
clothing, plus the towel, to stand under the jet of water so they'd get some
rate of cleaning and scent-ridding before having to go to wash later.

The rush of water, despite being cool, still made me hiss and grunt whenever it
hit my scrape. It made me grateful for the rest of my body being covered in
skin.

A couple of voices came over from outside, and I recognized them as Kuwata's
and Hagakure's talking. I'm not sure about class being over yet, but if there's
any of the boys who'd be getting out earlier, it's them.

Leon's voice called, "Oi, is it you in there Naegi? You went that fast to the
infirmary?"

"No, not yet." I replied loudly enough over the noise of the shower. "I'm just
cleaning up."

I was actually able to hear Leon mumble "priorities", before incoming noises of
doors and more chatter. Hopefully they were the only two done with class and
talks with the teacher for now so the place wouldn't fill up. And that Ikusaba
would check inside before entering, not that I really doubted she would end up
walking right in if necessary.

The sound of two other showerheads turning on eventually came up, and so did a
really exquisite scent that I could only guess to be some herbal shampoo of
Hagakure's that he required massive amounts of due to his hair size. If I were
tall enough, I would probably be able to see the ends of his strands sticking
out of the top of his stall.


It wasn't long before I turned off the shower, the genuine cold now contrasting
with the high heat of jogging through laps earlier. After a while the only hint
I got that Mukuro was back were the shadows coming from under the door and a
half-hearted attempt to open it. It was highly likely that neither of the other
boys had noticed someone else walking into the facility.

I unlocked the stall to receive my dry clothes, reckoning that holding onto the
door would enable me to do things carefully and without the risk of my luck
intervening, but believing in things going right is both my redeeming quality
and my downfall every single time.

I lost my footing and the door slammed fairly loudly onto Ikusaba, who
nevertheless managed to reflexively drop the shoes she was holding and catch me
before I could fall. The door made a protesting noise as it pushed to the
farthest its hinges allowed before slowly starting to move back.

My ahoge jolted up against Mukuro's neck with the high awareness of the close
proximity we were sharing. I could feel the jut of her collarbone pressing on
my face and the gentle swell of her small breasts against my bare chest. She
felt very warm in contrast with my damp skin and I felt the plastic on my back
from what she said she'd bring. My exhale stuttered.

"Ey, Naegicchi." I heard Yasuhiro call. "You okay buddy?"

"Yyeah, yeah," I replied unconvincingly, "I was able to catch myself."

Mukuro didn't say anything, likely because it would be better if Leon and
Yasuhiro didn't find out she was in the boys' showers. Our voices could be
drowned out by the sound of running water if we were quiet enough, but my mind
was a blank as I struggled to recover my footing properly with the ex-soldier's
help.

I'm not sure if being unable to see her expression right now was for better or
worse. I was just serially humiliating myself in front of her today, and if my
luck let me have any scrap of dignity left by the time it was over, I'd be
shocked.

There seemed to be a shift in the shadows - something affecting the light from
the entrance door, maybe a person - and my lungs got another knock of air off
them as Ikusaba held me tighter and surged forward, pulling my entire weight
along before closing and re-locking the stall door behind us. It was almost
dazing, how quick and coordinated her actions were.

We held our breaths for a moment, my sight covered by Mukuro's neck where I
could see every little contraction under the skin and the details of the
delineation of her throat - why was she still holding me?

Apparently no one had actually entered. I could be surer of it when Mukuro
looked down at me, the grip looser, and informed lowly by my ear, "Field is
clear. No worries." It was almost mechanical in the way it was delivered, but
her breath and closeness of her voice still sent a shiver down my spine.

I tried to keep focus then, or at least wrestle it back to the current
situation, all I have to-

"Hhnnn-!" I promptly bite my lip, feeling my body flare with mortification.

She was going to move, but a mere centimeter was enough to rub her thigh
against me down there - which unwittingly caused me to gasp like that. There
were no chances that, with such a reaction, she had not noticed just how hard I
was.

"Ah-"

"I'm sorry-! I- I keep messing up today." My hands quickly dart down to shield
her waist from contact with the offending thing, especially unwilling to look
at her face now. I know mine is boiling red with shame.

"M- Naegi," Ikusaba called, her hand making tiny movements to remind me to be
quieter. I didn't ignore her and looked, as we drew a little bit apart. There
was pretty heavy duty red on her freckled cheeks. "Uh... sorry. Here are your
clothes." She wound the arm from around my back to show the bag she'd retrieved
along with my usual clothes. The bag was pulled back while she pushed the
blazer, hoodie and trouser pile onto my chest so I'd pick it up.

When I got my grip on them, Mukuro turned around and crouched to dutifully pick
the wet pieces from the floor and stuff them in the plastic bag. My realization
of the given opportunity lagged just a moment, before I hurried to clumsily
shove the dry clothes on myself.

There was no underwear but I'd have to do without it- having to carefully pull
the leg on without it frictioning too painfully on my injury was almost a lost
cause. I rolled up the pant leg until it stayed above my knee, making a small
unpleasant pressure but otherwise feeling better.

That was nothing compared to when I buttoned up and noticed how uncomfortable
and obvious my erection looked with only the tight pants over it.

Trying to make it more presentable would be... easier with an underwear layer
at least, but this was impossible.

Ikusaba placed a hand on my shoulder questioningly. With a nervous little
chuckle, I admitted, "I'm trying to look, um, appropriate, but... I don't think
I can."

She turned me around, setting my face burning anew as she looked down at the
obscene tenting in my trousers. "Sorry, it's, it's uuhh," I began to babble,
"If I keep the bag in front of it I can um, probably-"

I was shushed with her fingers stopping in front of my mouth, almost touching
it. I tried to read her expression, blushing a couple shades less than me and
looking like before when she seemed to want to say something.

Mukuro took a deep breath. "Naegi... do you trust me?"

I nodded, feeling confused by the question at this time. "Of course I do. And
especially after all that's happened now, and you've just been good and patient
with me..." I swallowed, only barely paying heed to suddenly feeling the tile
wall on my back. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing is wrong." She murmured, and then her voice dropped to a tone
almost inaudible, as though talking to herself. "I hope I'm not wrong." Her
hand came to rest on my cheek, lagging there for a brief moment before sliding
down to cover my mouth.

I didn't understand, my heart racing more laps than my legs did earlier- but I
stood with my trust even knowing she could probably kill me in two seconds flat
if she wanted.

The purpose of her palm against my lips became self-explanatory when I choked a
muffled gasp against it upon seeing her use her other hand to tug down her gym
shorts and underwear completely off her legs.

W-w-w-w-w-w-wwwhat-

Actually stringing coherent thoughts together became difficult, between the
sight of her bare lower half and the captivating blush over her freckles and
the faint light in those grey eyes.

"Bite my hand if you want me to stop. Okay?" Mukuro whispered, quite seriously
in spite of an underlying nervousness. Or what seemed like nervousness. My
brain wasn't primed for nuances at that moment. But I understood - understood
that she didn't want to completely force something on me, whatever it was,
whatever my body was both incredibly anxious and excited to find out.

I was thankful for her palm staying where it was; there was no way I'd be able
to control my noise when she cupped me through my pants, curiously stroking the
entire length and feeling around it. My hands nervously rested on her waist,
lightly running fingers over the short curve of hips. The skin is... so soft...

Unwittingly, I buck my own hips into her touch, and she grabs the hem of my
trousers to keep me still for a moment before she unbuttons the front roughly
and drops the hem circle down my thighs, exposing my arousal from its previous
strain.

More of my noise is muffled by Mukuro as I watch her gaze drop, and I fight the
urge to cover myself. That was the point of this- exploration? Bonding?
Helping? She traces the head, circling the ridge of foreskin around and then
pressing the hole at the tip, making me quiver with such light touches being
delivered to such a sensitive area. My eyes had momentarily shut and glazed
with the pleasure, but when I opened them she was biting her lip, glancing at
my face then quickly looking back at what she was doing.

I suppress a whine when she strokes down to my base with very firm pressure -
and she does the same to her gasp when I end up reflexively grasping the edges
of her back cheeks. There was a realization that I - I could do this - and so I
began rubbing and squeezing what I found to be a very firm behind, making her
expression falter cutely, as she continued down from my length and cupped my
sac, another something that was foreign to a girl's body. She squeezed the two
orbs together like my own hands were doing to her, causing me to yelp behind
her hand and my cock to twitch.

Mukuro was doing a pretty good job at being quiet; but she seemed to have begun
struggling with it, exhaling heavily through her nose as she suddenly wrapped
her fingers back on my base and pressed herself closer, guiding my erection to
rub against - oh-

A wave of hot-cold ran through my body and I momentarily panicked. She's not
ready for this, I'm not ready for this, oh god, oh god - but she seemed to
catch the abrupt mix of concern and fear in my eyes, and leaned to the side of
my head.

"It's okay." She whispered very quietly into my ear, making the back of my neck
tingle. "Just- just like this." Her thighs then pressed flush to mine and
trapped my shaft between them, with slight difficulty given that my size wasn't
very impressive, until I was squeezed up horizontally against her warm, wet
lips.

My heart could leap out of my ribcage, feeling a rush from both the unexpectly
great pressure and the fact that she was letting me feel this intimate part of
her. Just like this...?

We almost failed to suppress grunts when Mukuro began shifting her hips and
clenching her strong thighs, rubbing against me in, initially, small motions.
It felt good. She felt soft and hot, with an increasing wetness making it much
easier to move, and I could feel bumps and other things I didn't know very well
about between her legs.

I moaned a muffled version of her name, giving in to my will and running a hand
up her gym shirt to feel the well-toned stomach underneath. Her eyes shut and
the muscles under my hand momentarily clenched, which only drove me to run
along even more skin with enough training-built firmness underneath.

Ikusaba pressed her mouth to the back of her hand that was covering mine,
almost like an indirect kiss, before she returned to biting her lip. The desire
in her eyes and the occasional flashes of vulnerability in them were making me
melt, and I was forced to swallow to not choke every time my length almost
slipped inside.

Her palm ran up my torso, which was far from comparable to hers, but easily
accessible given that I hadn't zipped my hoodie before this. My eyes fluttered
when she started toying with a nipple, hips responsively canting up and making
the cutest noise escape from her mouth.

I could vaguely hear a loud greeting voice out - Ishimaru, that was Ishimaru -
and then Kuwata's and Hagakure's joining it, but I couldn't bother to pay
attention to anything more than the beautiful girl pressed against me and the
building, piping hot sensations.

Mukuro's inner thighs were thoroughly slick at this point, boasting a
combination of both her fluids and mine. I was drooling against her palm; I
wanted to scream, to let out my voice alongside the mounting rush in my veins,
and I wanted to hear her too. Her eyes had begun to glaze over with loss of
focus and I didn't doubt that mine looked the same, but I could no longer see
them when she leaned down to bite the fabric of my hood to suppress her sounds.
She was speeding up now, and my limbs quivered with faltering restraint.

I clawed at her back, throbbing with need to release as I was trapped in the
wondrous triangle of her thighs and her dripping mound, feeling a curious hard
button at the top of her slit sliding with purpose along my entire length. My
voice continuously whined against the barrier of her hand in a longing wish to
cry out her name, but I couldn't do that.

Nor could I have any hope of holding back. My legs shook and I buried my face
in Mukuro's hair as best as I could, throbbing stiffly between her thighs for
the last times before coming. My mind blanched to almost zero awareness, only
very vaguely feeling her free hand leave my chest, the harder press on my hood,
the unidentifiable speed with which she was rubbing down and milking my length
of its loads and drops.

I'm so tense that I figure, as the world comes back to me, that it's the only
reason I'm even still standing. I feel Ikusaba panting against my neck, and
it's with shivers through both of us that she slowly parts her thighs and frees
my penis from its grip. It feels so much cooler without that contact.

Her hand slips from my mouth, and I suck in a large breath - which can then
only come out of my nose as she presses her lips down against mine.

It shouldn't have, honestly - but her kiss still surprised me.

I hadn't noticed how badly I lagged in finally responding to it until she
pressed me fully back against the wall so I'd bother to breathe properly.

In response to my bashfulness about that, she managed to give me a very sweet
smile, that almost backtracked the progress I had gotten with my oxygen.

Mukuro, being efficient as always, was quick to pick up my wet gym shirt from
the bag to clean us up. She also kicked the globs of cum that had fallen to the
floor along the water so it'd mix up and look indistinguishable. I refrained
from looking at the whole cleaning process for more than a half second; I
wouldn't put it above my teenage boy hormones to ruin another chance at looking
decent enough in my pants to head out.

When we were properly clothed and otherwise decent-looking, Ikusaba tilted her
head towards the door, signaling I should check the area. Poking my head out
carefully, I noted that Kuwata and Hagakure were already gone, with one shower
stall still in work and closed, probably Ishimaru's. I nodded back at Mukuro,
quickly putting on my shoes that had stayed outside and seeing my luck appear
to work in my favor this time as no one seemed to see her leave the boys'
facility.



"Um, Ikusaba-san," I spoke up nervously as we walked to the infirmary; as close
to walking normally as I could with the odd rhythm granted by the pulled up
pant leg. "After we patch this up, would you maybe like to... hang out for a
bit?"

She looked down at me, eyes looking softer than I'm used to seeing, before
nodding curtly. "... I would like that."

Even if that meant we'd have to talk about... what went down and clear things
up, I felt a warmth coiling in my heart. As if I knew there was nothing to fear
in whatever the outcome could hold.








. . . .




"Hey, Coolwata, did you feel that back there?" Hagakure tipped his head towards
his considerably-less-haired friend.

"Feel what?" Leon responded, ready for it to be just one of the man's not
necessarily sensical spiritual stuff.

"That like... sizzling, tightly contained aura. Like a fuming bomb. But nice,
like the knowledge of Eden being close to you. I didn't tell you because I was
hoping you'd learn to feel some energies by now."

"I'm pretty sure anything you felt there was either Ishimaru's packed muscles
calling out to you or Naegi's meta-pain of having running water over a scraped
knee."

"Let's not focus on the sources now, bud. Did you feel anything?"

"I felt wet."

"Dude, how are you gonna get away from baseball and into rock if you're still
all into the physicality of things?"

Leon unwittingly pouted, never liking it whenever that issue was brought up
with Hope's Peak still trying to egg him on the sport. "Look, I didn't really
feel any kinda supernatural stuff, I was just dead tired from all those runs
and still had to hear you meditate and make some weird hums in there."

Yasuhiro slapped his pointer and thumb under his chin, "I wasn't meditating
any, Coolwata. I thought those noises were you, like you know how some people
sing in the shower and stuff, maybe you were practicing your throat or
something."

They looked with some confusion at each other. Maybe it was best to just let
that go.

 
Chapter End Notes
     I've never used highschool style lockers in my life. I think lockers
     with keys are better to have in general, but supposedly for gym stuff
     a combination locker would be better because you'd have nowhere to
     put the keys? I hope I didn't bullshit what was literally one short
     exchange.
     Comments are appreciated! (which is to say, I crave that validation
     of my existence and counter to my paranoia)
***** Tasked with pleasure - Chihishimondo *****
Chapter by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician), TheTacticianMagician
Chapter Notes
     Short 8 | Tasked with pleasure | 3.640 w
     ► Chihishimondo + massage, blowjob
     「Kiyotaka's workaholic diligence is tiring him out, so Chihiro and
     Mondo ease him into some relaxation and some "relaxation".」
     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
     I've been able to write more lately, it's probably the positive
     reinforcement of the comments (and loneliness).
     I did this one partially for variety. As written, they're around the
     start of a established relationship here.

Taka needs to loosen the fuck up.

Those were Mondo Ōwada's words, verbatim. Despite a momentary cower from the
strong tone and swearing, Chihiro completely agreed. Not only did Ishimaru
never stop still, never skipped any classes, never failed to complete homework,
and was always looking around for where he might be needed, he also didn't seem
to take actual breaks.

Sure he sat down to rest... and then kept his eyes carefully monitoring every
passing or moving student.

Sure he sat down to eat with everyone else... and then ensured everything was
either piled or cleaned up properly afterwards.

Sure he took a healthy amount of bathroom breaks... and then proceeded to get
the excess water off the sink tops and pick up any stray paper every time.

Sure he spent what could be considered a plentiful amount of time showering...
and then described to his friends how he followed a specific order on scrubbing
for ensured cleanliness.

He was "a goddamn jackass" and since Mondo and Chihiro began to casually date
him, they were getting worried. As much as Kiyotaka seemed to have unlimited
energy, especially to the untrained eye, they knew it wasn't the case. Heavy
sighs, brief flashes of disappointment on his eyes when his help wasn't wanted
or needed (which happened a lot), muscle strain, and venting more often (which
he didn't notice). His stance had started to slouch slightly as well. It went
without saying that the boyfriends didn't want him to run himself dry into the
floor.

"We gotta get him to like... stop. He's too tight-assed to realize no one cares
about that much discipline anymore. We don't gotta say that no one actually
cares, but he needs to loosen up. He needs to cut that shit back and get some
time for himself."

"He gets substantial sleep and exercises, but he doesn't really care for his
inner workings as much... Even I had to learn to dial back because the light of
screens was starting to burn my eyes if I programmed for too long."

Mondo looked over with a full palm propped on his jaw. "Yeah, your eyes started
lookin' healthier. Even prettier if I say so."

"Um, thank you. But, ah, back to Taka..." It was when Fujisaki reiterated his
ideas, muttering "So... you're saying he's really tight in the ass and we
should loosen him up?", that finger-snapping plans came to mind.

Said plans not including actual ass-loosening. At least not yet.



- - -



"Taka!" Mondo gave a hearty slap to his back as he approached the diligent boy
down the hallway. Chihiro gave him a reprimanding look that wasn't noticed.
"How's the day been?"

"Oh! Ōwada-kun!" Ishimaru greeted, taking that slap surprisingly well.

"I told ya you can call me Mondo." The biker gruffed.

"Ah, ah, yes, I forgot." Kiyotaka slightly bowed his head. "Apologies, Mondo."

"You don't forget things often. Are you sure you've been okay?" Fujisaki
prompted, smoothly sailing into their purpose.

"You are concerned about me? That's endearing, Fu- Chihiro-kun." Ishimaru shook
his head and tapped his scalp. "I mean, forgetting one thing or another is
perfectly normal! I am constantly busy."

The shorter boy leaned in and pecked him on the cheek, making him jump. "Isn't
that the problem, though? Then you end up never taking time to rest."

"Th-! W-we are in public, Chihiro, please refrain from the public displays of
affection." Kiyotaka requested, red-faced. "Additionally, I don't require rest!
I sleep a full healthy eight hours of sleep every night."

"Dude, sleeping is different from taking some time for yourself. When you're
awake you just march back and forth like a goddamn ant. You look tense as hell
after a couple hours of that. It's unnerving." Mondo explained, crossing his
arms.

"Being awake is precisely about doing the most with the time you have. There is
much to make up for, as you should know! Being idle leads one nowhere."
Ishimaru insisted, and his stance made it clear that he was inclined to start
walking, as conversations needn't be held in one place. More multitasking.

"It's not being idle, Taka-kun, it's being human. You don't have to act like a
diligent machine. Even computers, which are machines themselves, need more than
turn offs or restarts... you have to pay attention to their temperature, their
battery or energy supply, whether the softwares running them have no dire
coding errors, what kind of strain is affecting their performance... like
you've been lately, you'll just end up hurting yourself." Chihiro pleaded,
looking him clear in the eye - a contact that ended up hurriedly broken.

"I am not bringing harm to myself. I am fine." He says stubbornly, and the two
had been fully expecting a retort like that.

Mondo gives a long step into Ishimaru's way, effectively halting him. "Oi dude,
we love you, but you gotta stop that shit. When all the headaches start coming
you're gonna wish you had listened to us."

Chihiro tugged at the pristine white sleeve. "Aren't you just tryingto make
yourself believe that? D-don't you think you should... listen to the very
bottom of your heart instead of your capable brain for once?" He pointedly let
his grip loosen from the cloth, brushing down his wrist to his fingertips.
"...Don't you think you're strong enough to tell us how you really feel and
trust us to face it without thinking any less of you?"

Silence hung in the air, these last words really digging into Kiyotaka's
psyche. Making beyond sense.

He thought that being able to stand unfettered and as though he was always
primed was an essential strength, but... Fujisaki was right as well, that
seemed like he didn't trust them enough to see through him. Not opening up
sincerely to others - would that make him lose his ability to be sincere with
himself as well?

"Al... right." He conceded, slowly. "My constant upkeep with myself and other
students has been taking a toll on my energy... It seems."

"So, do you agree that you need a break from that?"

Kiyotaka would rather say no, and keep to duties until resting became a
necessity, but both his strained mind and the boys beside him were clamoring
for that opportunity. "... A momentary break would be acceptable."

"You got any obligation now?" Ōwada tilted his head at him.

"No, but I was going to check-"

"Okay, then we do this now." The biker swooped an arm over his pal's shoulders
and started walking him.

"Hold on! There are still things to be done!" Ishimaru barked indignantly,
still having to make his legs keep up to not trip over.

"Taka, that's the point... not thinking about what you can do for now, just
what you need to. If you're done with all that's obligatory, you're free for
the rest." Chihiro argumented while keeping up by their side. That sweet face
was impossible to get impatient with.

Though the red-eyed boy wasn't able to completely absorb that mentality with
how long he'd internalized a need to always be making efforts, he understood to
an extent. They were all - free, he could say - and could rest together, even
right now.




"... Where are we going though?"

"Nowhere to worry about."

"Aniki, that does not answer the question."

"It's not really meant to. Stop worryin'."

Kiyotaka simply kept walking, becoming doubtful when they chose a location as
seemingly nonsensical as the boys' locker room. It was empty and kind of dark,
and saw much less use than the bigger and more useful locker areas actually
closer to the fields and gym, but it was preferred by Ōwada and Fujisaki for
precisely that reason.

"Is there a specifically relaxing quota to this location? Wo- whoa!" Ishimaru
ended up squeaking as he was suddenly hoisted up and pressed back to Mondo's
chest, legs momentarily dangling before the larger man sat down on the bench
with him sitting on his lap. "What is the explanation for this!?"

"You're just sitting down with me. Chill." Mondo said as if using someone's
thighs as a seat was what everyone did.

"Aniki, you should warn me when you are inclined to do the courtship stuff-"

"Shhh. Do you hear that?"

Kiyotaka obeyed the prompt for silence, trying to focus on whatever sound Mondo
could be referring to. After several long seconds of hearing nothing, he had to
question. "Hear what? I don't hear anything."

"Exactly." Chihiro hummed, coming to sit by their side. "It's peaceful, isn't
it? This silence. A moment away from the bustling parts of the school."

It was no dead silence or even comparable to doing night tasks after ten p.m.,
but it was indeed a pleasant withholding of significant noise. There was an
oddly relaxing effect of perception, as if the distant sounds of activity
belonged to another school entirely.

And also idleness. Staying in one's own world with recurring thoughts as
company, except there were two young men with him who didn't seem aimless. If
Fujisaki's touching proximity and Mondo's chest on his back were anything to go
by, they must have something else on their mind than sitting around in silence.

"Are you thinking about the two of us?" The small programmer quietly asked.

"Uhh. Yes? How your presence makes the silence different to experience. Why the
question?"

"Well, I'd be a little upset if you were still thinking of doing work when
we're here with you." Chihiro leant his head against Ishimaru's arm. "Time
spent with those you love can be revitalizing. You know that."

"Yes! When the things happen. The camaderie and the courtship bonding. It does
is nice when they happen between us. Yes." The fuzz-eyebrow boy stated, as
though those were somehow faraway specific acts and as if it wasn't already
happening with just them being here in this semi-huddle.

Mondo groaned. "Look, Taka, I know we're all still figuring this out,
especially you, but we're... we're boyfriends now, you know. You can uhh, do
the mushy stuff and the other stuff all you want."

Kiyotaka craned his head up at him. Those large red curious eyes looked cute
like that.

"Like when hanging out the other day! Just do whatever shi- stuff you feel
like. You can cross way more boundaries with us." The big gruff leader smooched
his forehead. "See? That kind." He grumbled with a small blush.

Kiyotaka refrained from any complaints this time, since they weren't out in
absolute public, thus rendering the potential PDA a DA. Which was very
acceptable. "I see... what you mean." With that, he seemed to make like an ice
cream and melted, reclining on Mondo a great deal and forcing him to part his
legs to accomodate a better position. Without further ado either, he bent his
arm and took to petting Fujisaki's hair.

The bitty programmer giggled. "Yeah, you got it."

"This free indulgence is indeed nice... given you're both encouraging me, it's
like I'm finally resonating."

"Well yeah if you weren't such a sti- hnrgh." Ōwada immediately shut up when
Chihiro furtively pinched the back of his hand.

"What did you want to say, kyōdai?" Ishimaru glanced at him while still
scritching their partner's scalp.

"I was gonna say you were doing a nice job of learning how to have a good time.
Bit by bit." He lied, but recognized it was better this way now at any rate. He
squeezed the bicep of Kiyotaka's arm, getting a grunt from him. "You know what,
I should give you a massage. That gets the tension right out of ya. I didn't
think that sorta thing worked until my aunt did it to me when I was younger
whenever she thought I was getting too angry. Made me wanna hug flowers when
she was done."

"That sounds good. If you'd like me to change positions to make it easier, just
say so!"

"It's fine like this for now." Mondo said, despite the thought of fitting
Ishimaru into sensual positions being very tempting. He licked his lips.

"You can also tell him to not be too rough if you feel like it's too much."
Fujisaki supplied, a delicate finger turning Kiyotaka's head towards him.
Despite needing to stretch some, he still managed to press his lips to the
taller boy's. It was gentle and easy to get into, and even when the programmer
parted in what felt too early, his mouth did not leave Ishimaru, only changing
which spots of his face he kissed.

Chihiro's small kisses were joined by Mondo's hulking hands taking grip of his
arms, doing an attempt at massage from his shoulders down to his wrists. Even
with a lacking talent on that field, the rubs and squeezes still managed to
gradually force out the tension.

"Hmmm..." Ishimaru instinctively leant his neck back, allowing more free space
for Fujisaki to kiss, who slowly dropped from his cheeks to place lips along
his jaw. His arms were starting to feel like crushed tinging jelly, but not in
a bad way.

Mondo's firm rubs and presses - now moved to his shoulders proper - were a
contrast to the programmer's smooches, and yet they worked really well
together, causing a parallel sensation of warm rush under his skin and
sensitive tingling over it.  Kiyotaka merely lolled forward with no qualms when
the biker pulled off at his upper uniform, and boy did it make wonders on the
improvement of the massage. Since the muscle delineation could actually be seen
now, Ōwada's movements were more precise, and took out low appreciative moans
from the monitor.

His neck cracked after he was nudged into stretching it into a few directions,
and he sighed, the large hands gradually working down his shoulderblades and
back rendering him into mush. He candidly accepted a kiss on the mouth from
Chihiro, slightly numb to the novelty of having it opened with a tongue. But it
felt nice. It definitely added to the situation.

Each undone knot and rough press made him want more and more to lie down on the
softest pillows and nap for days. Ishimaru gasped away from the kiss with faint
surprise when Fujisaki reached down to squeeze his inner thigh, caressing the
area.

"Mmnn? Chi... kun..." He panted, the stroking hand switching thighs.

"Does it feel good?" The programmer asked with a knowing tone, kissing the side
of his neck.

Tantamontous to that were Mondo's hands sliding from his back to his front,
pressing around his abs and feeling the contours determinedly.  A familiar
feeling - that he often deemed completely inappropriate to acknowledge in the
presence of others or out of his room - had started to build up in his loins
and spreading outwards and back.

"Yeah... uhn-" Kiyotaka shivered when Ōwada flicked his nipples, palming around
his pecs. "Ah... This is not appropriate to be done in a locker room...!"

" 'S cool, I figured you'd be worrywarting so I taped a maintenance message
outside the door before I got in." The biker leaned his head further down to
latch on his neck and suck, hands a little less patient as they massaged around
his lower spine, deliberately squeezing his ass on the way down.

Lying to students isn't any better!is what Ishimaru rationalizes, but he can
only drawl when Chihiro comes to sit in front of him and uses both of his hands
rub the uppermost places of his inner thighs, very close to an area of tenting
fabric.

"Taka... focus on the sensations." The programmer kissed the monitor's lower
abdomen, making it twitch. "Let them take over."

There was a little voice, a sense of will that sometimes bloomed in him around
his recent-partners, that very much said yes. Yes, he wanted them to touch him
all over, he wanted them to indulge him, to make him feel friended and buddied
and loved, to make him feel right about getting lots of pleasure.

"Nnn..." The pace of his breathing started picking up to cope with the myriad
sensations. "Chihiro... you do know what you're close to... touching, right?"
As shameful as it should be, he found he definitely wanted it. If the firefly-
eyed boy knew and wanted, he was going to just open all that up, not only in
the belief of trust he had in shared nudity but also whatever extra courtship
could bring.

"Yes. It's..." Fujisaki hesitated a little, recalling Mondo's enjoyment of
dirty talk but definitely thinking he should keep it fairly low around Ishimaru
for the time being. Still he fluttered his eyelashes in a very cute manner,
leaning his face down to touch the warm bulge, a blush dusting his cheeks. A
bit overt but he hoped it was good. "Your nice cock."

Oh god. Ishimaru felt himself twitch from that alone.

"Damn, Chi..." Ōwada groaned, grip tightening on the monitor's hips as he
looked at the angel between their legs.

The programmer smiled sheepishly, drawing a little away but caressing the
crotch still.

"T-this is too enticing..." Kiyotaka struggled to draw his eyes away, which
came to be an unnecessary effort when their big boyfriend caught his jaw and
shoved an open mouth on his, though not before purringyou ain't seen nothing
yet.

This should feel disgusting but his eyes instead flutter in pleasure at Mondo
sucking on his tongue, making him so light-headed and enthusiastic in pressing
back that the cool air suddenly hitting his bare cock is a surprise.

"Ohn," he moans gutturally when a small hand grips his length, leisurely
pumping about half of it a few times. They weren't even drowning him in urgency
and he was already on the highway to overwhelm.

It was so good. Something like this happening without a lot of preparation,
just their pure decisions and want,  was amazing to him.

Though Ishimaru had closed his eyes, he could well feel the dribble of saliva
from their entwining mouths, down his chin and catching on his collarbone. He
actually bites the biker's lip when a slick wet sensation stripes his erection,
flaring heat on his groin.

He almost hesitates to look, but Ōwada's mouth is now closed with his grin, so
he diverts his gaze to Fujisaki licking his red hot length from top to base.
All he can do is moan, quivering with all-new sensations he'd never experienced
beforehand.

Kiyotaka thinks it can't become better, until Chihiro takes note of his
pleasure-stricken expression and gives a look that seems all too naughty on a
boy like him; soon his mouth is kissing the tip and sliding the head inside,
going one and a half steps forward and one half back, gradually enveloping the
member into the heat of his mouth.

"Doesn't he look gorgeous like this? One of my favourite things ever is
watching that cute face while he wraps his lips around my cock." The biker
rasps in his ear, nudging it with his teeth. "Maybe you'll come to enjoy that
too."

Not too surprisingly, he's able to take note of Mondo's erection straining
against his lower back.

"Yes..." Kiyotaka swallows, holding back a cry. "Chihiro-kun looks so cute..."

The smaller boy watches their faces intently, unable to put too much of
Ishimaru's dick past his lips. He still makes sure to lick up the centimeters
that are in his mouth, letting the tip nudge around the inside of his cheeks, a
short panting breath starting to come out of his nose. The rest of the length
is still stroked by his hand, fingers sometimes changing course to gently
scrape the groin just above his hilt.

"Guh... Chi... ro..." Ishimaru managed to stutter among noises of pleasure,
completely unaided by Ōwada rubbing and pressing into his nips. "I'm going to
reach climax... quickly!"

Fujisaki popped off him, the cock briefly pulsing on the open air. "It's okay.
Don't hold back." He encouraged, and tilted the member to slide it right back
into his mouth, managing to get it significantly deeper in. Kiyotaka moaned
loudly, shifting his hips into the wonderful suction and making the
programmer's head bounce a little before his throbbing culminated into spurts
of cum.

Mondo licked at the side of his neck gently through his orgasm, while Chihiro
swallowed the thickness as best as he could. Some still dribbled and dripped
off his mouth, especially as Ishimaru didn't manage to stay completely still
while breathing harshly in the haze. He went boneless against the rider, toned
torso rising and falling rapidly as sweat trickled down his skin.

Chihiro slid carefully off the slick penis, though ultimately a drop of cum
still fell onto the tent in his skirt, making him slightly shiver. Ōwada
beckoned him closer and used a thumb to wipe the remaining white substance off
his mouth, bringing it up to his own to taste it. Placebo effect or not, he
decided it was Taka-flavored.

Ishimaru thought that whole fluid-swallowing thing was rather unsanitary, but
he didn't feel any of his moral backup energy in his bones right now. More that
it was kinda hot so it didn't matter.

As he tucked his privates back in for decency, Fujisaki sat back at their side,
hands tactfully over his lap. "So, was this a good experience?"

"It was good for us." Mondo smooched the top of their smaller partner's head,
his pomp fizzing up Ishimaru's spikes on the way back up. "What'dya think,
Taka?"

All things considered, this managed to be singlehandedly more satisfying than
the completion of tasks he was used to. A truly legitimate positive
reinforcement with recognition. Also, his boyfriends were... really good at
whatever talent this could be applied to. "Alright... my report is..." He
raised a fist to his lips and cleared his throat. "We should do this more
often."

***** Proximity desire - Naekusaba *****
Chapter by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician), TheTacticianMagician
Chapter Notes
     Short 9 | 3.960 w
     ► Naekusaba (2x) - Ahoge play | Breast play
     1.「Spending some tranquil free time together in the campus, Mukuro
     finds out Makoto's peculiarity about his ahoge. 」
     2.「A pent-up Makoto ends up being unable to keep his hands - and
     mouth - off of his girlfriend after botanic class.」
     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
     - -
     So I really like the idea of erogenous ahoges that I barely see done
     for this series at all.... and I um, I also like boobs.... I don't
     have thorough explanations for my whimsical stuff (꒪꒳꒪;)
     comments and criticisms are appreciated, also
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was kind of weird just how much difference it made.

Almost the exact same as so many break times, times for rest, class
cancellations because of sick or late teachers - where she sat alone. And yet,
just having someone beside her, even in complete silence, made all the
diference.

Their current predicament was a last-minute class cancellation because the
teacher needed to attend to something urgent, thus setting class 78 free for at
least one period. Ishimaru's call for them to study what was planned for the
day went unheeded and everyone went off in their merry ways to do whatever
else.

Makoto's idea for his maybe-girlfriend-maybe-they-were-dating-now was to simply
sit out on the back fields and like. Snuggle. Just sit there and relax and be
cute. So that's what they were doing; Makoto leaning against Ikusaba while she
pet his hair.

His soft breathing was soothing and his hair was nice and fluffy, and he
sometimes nuzzled her shoulder. Not very special stuff, but her heart filled
with warmth nonetheless.

Her focus on his hair let her notice that his ahoge made a tiny swishing motion
before resting against her neck, almost as if drooping. Mukuro had noticed that
his antenna of hair seemed to have a life of its own before, but now that she
was this close... she could see it better.

Slowly, curiously, she cradled the ahoge in her hand, petting it. Makoto tensed
up for a moment, and the strand of hair twitched a bit in surprise as well,
before he settled again.

Maybe the touch could be directly felt. It was a weird piece of hair but was
almost as soft as the rest, with the difference that she didn't seem to be able
to really separate the strand. It seemed extra connected to his head, being
around the center of his scalp.

Naegi had begun to shift as she kept playing with the ahoge, basically
squirming on the bench. The antenna was doing small twitches in response to the
caress of her fingers. Perhaps it didn't feel comfortable, and Makoto usually
took a while before he admitted something was bothering him.

"Does this feel bad?" Ikusaba asked carefully, grey eyes taking in the red on
his cheeks and the way he seemed much less relaxed than before.

He didn't respond, seeming like he was thinking on it. His mouth opened, but he
quickly closed it and swallowed.

"You can tell me to stop if you don't like it." She stated with simpleness.

There was another moment of clear hesitation before Makoto shook his head, face
going even redder. "No, there's nothing wrong with that, it's just... um, we're
out in public so maybe this... isn't the best choice?"

She blinked slowly in realization, watching his expression as she gave intent
strokes to his ahoge; there was a small jump on his focus and an attempt to
hold back a noise, and he shivered all over when she tugged.

"Makoto... does touching this hair turn you on?" Mukuro asked bluntly.

He looked away and replied in a very small voice, "... y-yeah."

When she drew her hand away, the pointed strand stood at an upward angle,
defying its usual bent shape.

"It's really weird but I can't explain it. It's... sensitive, when you touch."

The girl furtively glanced at his lap, where he'd pulled down the hem of his
hoodie to hide anything that would've easily given away the erogenous area for
what it was. The fact that he was trying to hide a hard-on just made her feel
hungrier.

"... Mukuro? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, there's no real good way to
bring up something like that... Muku?" Makoto asked with worry, which went
short-lived as the ex-mercenary swept him up in her arms, making him have to
cling to her to regain balance. "W-what?"

She placed a quick peck on his lips. It was a nanosecond later that he noted
the predatory want in her gaze, and his blush renewed fierce.

"Ehh- If you- if we're going to our rooms I can walk, it's fine-"

"We're not going to our rooms." She sultrily responded.

That was a bit... alarming. "W-wait, where then?" He asked, when she already
started to walk.

"I'll figure it out."

That made it sound worse!


Ikusaba carried him with fairly large strides. Naegi rarely saw her with this
level of excitement, his heart thumping to think he might have accidentally
made her horny after she accidentally turned him on. She brought him back to
the ground - laid him on it - at an uneven de-elevation near thick enough
vegetation and a broken ice machine that had been sorely misused by a younger
class and was still there.

For a moment a terrifying thought of being stripped naked in such an open area
ran through his mind, which was all but pulled out of his head when Mukuro
fisted her hand on his ahoge and tugged.

"Oh- Ohh..." He moaned, taken off guard. His thighs squirmed together when she
started to stroke, sending jolts of pleasure crackling in his nerves. "W-wai...
ah..."

Her eyes were wide and curious pools of lust, glancing from the lively strand
of hair in her palm to the tent in his trousers. It was fascinating how it even
worked, like she was pulling a trigger that had an immediate effect on his...
barrel.

It made no sense, regardless of how that antenna seemed to be responsive to his
mood, for it to be this sensitive. Or maybe that was the reason. It was still
hair, or most of it was, as when she strongly squeezed it - making Makoto buck
his hips into the air and keen - there seemed to be something of a warm and
volumous thing in the middle. It was at least too soft to be a horn if
anything.

"You look cute... I barely did anything... and you're like this." Mukuro said,
enraptured. He was very flushed and had started to pant, fingers gripping the
grass and almost looking lost.

"I've never had... someone else..." His eyes fluttered when she started rubbing
circular motions along the middle. "T-touch it like tha-aah-t..." His hips
almost bucked again with a few short pulls close to the base of the ahoge.
"Mmmnn...!"

The way his voice was wavering made Ikusaba dimly aware of her nipples
stiffening and of a mounting desire to just lay on top of him, but she wanted
to see all of his reactions for now. She wanted to have focus to watch this.

Naegi was now gripping at his coat and shifting his thighs together, his bulge
moving some under the fabric. Mukuro found it still rather baffling how she
hadn't even touched him there - her hand still stroking his idiot hair - and
yet he was preposterously turned on. She could only imagine it to be his
obedient passiveness that kept him from touching himself.

"Muku... g-guh... If you keep this up, really, I... I-I'll end up coming..." He
panted, glazed eyes and tremors on his body giving more than enough backup to
his statement.

The girl let go of the strand, watching it recoil upright and twitch a little.

Makoto made a soft undetermined noise, letting his head rest back and trying to
catch some of his breath. She towered over him, one hand on each side of his
body, and looked her near-wrecked boyfriend over. The thought that he was like
this - that shemade him like this - out in open space... it made her heart
race. She'd executed many a silent kill close to trench-like locations like
this, dragging a body just enough out of sight that it could lead to a sniping
ambush in group situations, but Ikusaba was fairly sure she didn't want Makoto
to be silent when he orgasmed.

Mukuro candidly unzipped him, just letting the bulge strain with a little more
comfort with one less barrier in the way. The obvious wet patch of overflowing
precum drove the point to how much she'd aroused him just by touching the ahoge
- there was no doubt that this could go further. She thought of just reaching
in and pulling him out, but decided against it. If she saw his cute cock it'd
be too much of a struggle to resist touching it.

She wouldn't touch him there, oh no, not while there was still something to
try.

"Makoto..." She spoke softly, and saw his unfocused eyes flicker up to hers.
"If this ends up being too much or just not good... punch my stomach, okay?"

That seems kinda extreme... is what he thinks, but thoughts soon crash out the
window when Mukuro gently positions his ahoge and envelops it with her mouth.

The surprise bumped his head on her jaw a bit harder than she'd like, but any
perceived pain was immediately replaced with a rush of pleasure southwards at
the ridiculously erotic helpless-whimper-rising-to-cry that Naegi let out. His
fingers clenched on the front of her shirt, gripping as though it was all that
could ground him.

She experimentally let her tongue trace the hair, feeling its twitchy
liveliness almost tickle the sensitive skin of her mouth. His response was to
seek her body with his hips, only barely being able to hump a part of her skirt
as he moaned.

"Ahh... Mukuro... nnnn, please, ah..." Makoto quivered; she took a bit of pity
on him and allowed her leg to lower down closer to his level. His hips turned
frantic then, rubbing his bulge on her skin in a feverish pace.

The ex-mercenary had only started trying to suck on the hair when Naegi tensed
and almost clawed through her shirt with his white-knuckled grip, hips
pistoning in a strong thrust before they faltered and he choked out a loud
moan. Mukuro popped off of his slick hair to watch his expression of pleasure,
eyes shut tight and eyebrows unable to choose a position to stay in. A couple
gasps followed before his voice died down in breathlessness.

Ikusaba could only properly move after his grip on her loosened, shirt now
scrumped like it'd never seen an iron in its life. The boy's chest was rising
and falling rapidly, but admittedly her own breath had gotten shorter from
doing all of this.

Looking down at his waist, she could see the absolute mess of all the precum
and of the cum that had shot through his underwear, painting thick white globs
over wet material. For whatever reason it reminded her of the first time he let
her get his pants off for a handjob, and how it'd gotten absolutely everywhere
in the end, and maybe she should've been a little more careful - not that she
minded.

It'd be uncomfortable and sticky, she could bet, but just zipping him back up
and fixing his pants should make things inconspicuous enough. Which is what she
did.

"Muku..." Makoto whined, trying to sit up. His ahoge looked a bit odd, shiny
and with the weight of saliva, and looked much droopier now than when it was
being touched.

"You'll be taking these off soon enough. It's fine." She responded, her voice
with a tone of need that she didn't plan on being there.

"Not... out here, I hope?" He panted, gaze still with an adorable hint of his
afterglow.

Mukuro glanced at her watch. "We have fifteen minutes. I think it's enough
to... shower together. In your room." She licked her lips nervously. "If you're
up to it? I can go on ahead."

Makoto blinked a number of times, something of a disbelieving, shy smile
gracing his lips. "If we end up being late I hope you take responsibility." He
chuckled, and right before she turned to leave she could've sworn his ahoge had
curled into the shape of a heart.





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Botanics was not a preferred optional class for half of the 78th's students for
a number of reasons. Mondo was too impatient to watch plants grow, Celestia and
Byakuya both saw it as ill-suited work for their class and would rather hire
someone to do it, Hifumi preferred to not have to stretch to the ground, Sayaka
honestly preferred other optionals, Leon was absolutely not into it, Junko
liked avoiding all classes period, and Kyōko had tried the class at first only
to have to wear plastic gloves over her gloves which was as thrilling as it
sounds.

So as it happened, having a class comprised of delicate lifeforms (sometimes
with potential poison and thorns) and some of the quietest students was a
pretty tranquil deal. Aoi and Sakura were constantly together talking about the
flowers, with pieces of trivia delivered by Tōko both aweing and frightening
them at given times. Kiyotaka was constantly fretting over his projects not
doing too well and needing Chihiro to point out small mistakes. Mukuro stayed
with Makoto as he had been the one to suggest the class to her and because she
was good at standing his long plant talks.

Admittedly, if she didn't like him so much - enough that they were dating - she
could've left already.

So there was the bonus that whenever plant life seemed too still or information
too repetitive, she could zone out in focusing on Makoto's voice or the way his
lips moved or how the trousers hugged his behind whenever he had to stretch or
bend to get something that was less accessible to short people.



Today they were trying to plant combinations with seeds and stalks that didn't
belong to class, which led to the two of them being alone in the botanics room
yet again. The teacher had gotten used to them lagging behind doing more than
what was asked for, only requesting that they didn't take too long.

The luckster stretched after finalizing his work by patting and mixing up an
area and fixing up the toothpicks he'd put down to mark the growth spaces. "Do
you need help, Mukuro?"

"No, it's almost done." The girl replied, pouring a soil mix that they were
willing to test out. "Thanks, though..."

"Anytime! I'll wash my hands, then." He stated, looking down at his dirt-
covered hands.

As dauntingly boring as it was to care for plants on the first stages - when
they weren't even born and as small and safe saplings - having something to
focus on while in company was better than having to struggle with a need for
social interactions, which she still wasn't great at.

It was just much easier to do around Makoto. Her honed senses told her he was
watching her now, while ridding his hands of soil on the sink. Not a judgmental
gaze, but not one she could really place either. Maybe the same kind she has on
him when the lessons lose her attention.

She was making some final composting rearrangements when Naegi walked over and
crouched back down to her level, kissing her neck.

The corner of her lips quirked upwards in a small smile, which gradually lost
its balance as the boy kept kissing her. Her neck earned a sensitive pink tint
with the work of his lips, as if he were irreparably drawn to her - pecks
turned to brushes and to full-mouthed kisses, from the nape to the side and
close to her throat.

"Nn... Makoto..." Mukuro sighed, the pleasant sensations muddling her focus.
She momentarily forgot how she was doing the earth work. An attentive boyfriend
was decidedly nice to have though, that was undeniable.

"You look really pretty doing something gentle like caring for the saplings..."
He commented bashfully, even closer to her than she noticed. Though she wasn't
really sure what to say to that, other than thank him, it was woefully
unnecessary; all that came out of her mouth was a sharp gasp when Naegi
carefully latched his lips to the back of her neck and sucked.

His arms had warmly come around her, and the ex-soldier could only fight
against the fluttering of her eyes as the sensation flooded pleasure into her
brain. Her hands loosened uselessly against the soil and the onslaught
continued, gentle and deliberate bites and grazes of teeth accompanying a
series of long sucks and rapid small suckles that had her struggle - and
sometimes fail - to not moan.

Boy... he was kind of wanton today, wasn't he?

"Are you enjoying this?" He inquired meekly, "I might be able to stop, if you
want..."

"It's fine." Ikusaba felt her skin tingle and her neck burn where marks were
undoubtedly forming. "It really feels nice..."

Makoto hummed a relieved agreement against her, licking up each of the spots
he'd sucked as if he couldn't control himself. Even though she wanted to still
keep some manner of restraint and even stoicism - this still counted as a
classroom, it was no private location and they were supposed to finish up with
the plants and leave soon - there was blood rushing south and making her brain
start to disregard the imminence of anything else. She could feel the hungry
part of her silently begging to push back against his lap and grind away.

Mukuro had the willpower to stand her ground, even as her partner's hands
traced up her sides, under her shirt. Naegi was rarely this callous if they
were out of either their rooms, due to how, well, inappropriate it was to do
something like this out of a soundproof and locked bedroom - she imagines he
must be too pent-up to really resist. That thought... was kinda hot.

Her fingers dug the dirt as his just-washed hands ran along every line of
muscle on her abdomen, feeling the firmness with an awe as though it were his
first time touching them. Makoto placed his head over her shoulder with a soft
noise, and the light scraping of his nails against her skin made her squirm.

His hand tentatively traced the surface of her sports bra, and when she pressed
into it affirmatively, she was treated to a surprise when he boldly just pushed
up the fitting clothing, exposing her breasts to brush directly against her
shirt.

"Mak- ooo oh," Mukuro's spine arched when the boy gripped her small chest
mounds, feeling him kiss at her shoulder and minimally expose it with his
mouth.

"You sound cute like that..." He muttered, breath brushing the starting point
of her shoulder freckles. His voice had a small hint of desperation to it,
which translated well to his unyielding massage of her sensitive bosom. They
were small enough that he could sort of fit each in a hand, so each rub and
squeeze stimulated a great amount of it.

Ikusaba reflexively leaned forward and gasped when Naegi brushed around her
nipples, pressing them between the pads of his fingers and softly pulling. She
panted a "more" without noticing, thighs shifting when her partner started
toying with her nubs more intently. Her hips actually bucked when he sucked
down on the junction of her neck, hands dislodging from the soil and hurriedly
grasping at his legs instead, painting his pants with dirt.

"Hnnmg- Makoto..." She moaned lowly, feeling herself grow wet the more he
squeezed her breasts like pillows and circled her areola, pinches sending jolts
straight down her spine. He made a small noise of pleasure on the underside of
her jaw, hands shakily drawing from under her shirt.

Momentarily dazed, Mukuro made no resistance to Makoto gently nudging her to
lay on the floor, coolness seeping through to her back. It was the first time
she was able to see his expression since they started this - his eyes looked
deliriously aroused, like he was famished for her.

Her shirt was unbuttoned to nearly the top, exposing her modest bosom. She
barely had time to breathe before his mouth was on her, kissing and licking her
left breast and widely swiping his tongue on a well-stiffened nipple. Ikusaba's
hand immediately shot for his hair, pulling him stronger against her as she
shivered in pleasure, feeling the vibrations of his moan on her skin. She
groaned loudly with his attempt to suck in a good portion of her breast, teeth
scraping and a free hand returning to massage her other one.

"Please... hah..." Mukuro found herself unwittingly mewling, core throbbing
with her partner's needy suckles and flicking tongue. She moved her legs
around, firmly wedging one between his thighs and rubbing a knee against his
crotch. His mouth went momentarily loose on her with a breathless squeak,
pushing his straining erection against her leg for relief.

It wasn't long before they found a haphazard rhythm, Naegi sloppily adoring her
breasts with his mouth as he humped her leg, and Ikusaba winding her other leg
around his own so she could rub her heated groin on his limb as well. Messy and
needy and their moans echoed freely for the plants to hear.

Unsurprisingly, they were so mesmerized by each other that they were unable to
catch a distant voice talking and the sound of stepping boots approaching. The
room's door actually opening, though, almost gave them a mini heart attack.


"Why do they have to be indiligent with even something as simple as not leaving
the lights turned oooOOONNNNN-"

Kiyotaka promptly clamped a hand over his mouth, both parties freezing up and
looking at each other in horror.

Red blossomed quickly on his face like a jar pouring watermelon juice on a
glass as he took in the state of his fellow students; disheveled and flushed
and in a compromising position, though thankfully clothed - aside from most of
Ikusaba's torso, which had ruby eyes averting away immediately.

The moment of silence started dragging, the monitor seeming clearly torn
between apologizing and telling them off for doing something so inappropriate
on school grounds. Mukuro tried to find her voice back, adjusting herself and
swallowing before speaking up, "Ishimaru? Can you, ah, can you not-"

"Of course I won't tell anyone! That... that is possibly even more depraved!"
He struggled to have his voice not raise too much. "P-please, clothe
yourselves, and Naegi-kun, remove yourself from atop the lady. Public c-
coupling is... not allowed!" Kiyotaka looked endearingly affected, still not
looking at them. "If you... need to... finishanything, do so in private
quarters with a properly locked door." He took in a deep breath, almost
stumbling when he straightened himself up to a soldierish stance. "Make
yourselves presentable! Ensure the room is tidy for the next class! Turn off
the lights when you leave! I-I'll be waiting out in the corridor. That is
all!!"

Ishimaru stepped out of the room and closed the door with slightly more force
than necessary.



... Makoto slowly rose away from the ex-mercenary and sat up, face still
burning. Mukuro took the time to sit as well, pulling down her bra and
buttoning down her shirt, still feeling the sensitivity on her skin.

"I- um, I'm sorry." Makoto murmured, rubbing his arm.

Ikusaba glanced at him as if in thought, fixing up her uniform. Her lips then
opened in a, "Not forgiven."

He looked back in puzzled surprise, minimally leaning back when Ikusaba moved
right up to him, having no time to react before her mouth caught his own and
snaked a tongue deep into him.

His cry was muffled when she reached between his thighs and squeezed his crotch
like a stress ball, before drawing completely away from him and leaving him
overwhelmed and confused.

She fiddled with his top zipper, a gentle blush over her freckles. "After this,
we go back to my room... And then I'll forgive you."


Chapter End Notes
     These end notes here have nothing to do with this chapter itself,
     they're more about me, so you can ignore them if you want.
      
     Sooo, outside of third-person fic proper and chapter descriptions for
     them, I've decided to try to stop being afraid and evasive with
     terms, so I will use first-person pronouns to refer to Makoto. Using
     third-person pronouns for myself is weird, so I should at least feel
     free to refer to myself properly without fear of judgment in my own
     fic space (notes, comments, replies). Hiding my identity shouldn't
     make me seem more professional, probably...
     tl;dr I'm Makoto Naegi, sorry that i'm real and writing nsfw fics
     involving myself and may be confusing people with this meta right
     now. Just thought it'd be better to say it at some point, not like
     there's guides about this situation...
***** Pent into spent - Hinaegi *****
Chapter by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician), TheTacticianMagician
Chapter Notes
     Short 10 | 1.905w
     ► Hinaegi (+ mentioned Komahinaegi) - pent-up horniness, semi-public
     sex, urination
     「Having two boyfriends sometimes makes you too frisky for things like
     full decency and patience. Lots of enabling probably do that.」
     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
     - - - - -
     Hajime makes me.. pretty thirsty... uhhhh this is just PWP,,
     so about that self-control and proper planning.... neither of which I
     have...
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Wait a bit, Hajime... hnn."

"Hurts?" Hajime panted, looking almost delirious with the pleasure.

"No, just... adjusting." Makoto swallowed, trying to get used to the thick
length fully buried in his tense lower body. They'd barely prepared this time,
as even a simple wait or a mere walk to their rooms seemed too much for Hinata.


One could think that having two partners would make him more... controlled,
maybe. But he seemed to have more bouts of getting incredibly pent up or
distracted. Considering the kinkiness of their partner and how it added to
their own friskiness, it was a foregone conclusion that Hajime probably
harbored a boner for the past half hour and was only waiting for work to finish
before he could pounce either of his lucky boys. Whichever came across his
desperately hungry eyes first.

Which was in this case Makoto.

The shorter boy  could've been more responsible and insisted on patience, their
rooms weren't so far, he had come to the bathroom for a  reason  - but Hajime
was terribly, terribly irresistible. He'd stopped him, took hands in his own,
whispered a pleading, raw, unfinished: "Can we...?"; One look at those green
eyes simmering with desire and the barely-contained self-control bristling on
his skin made Naegi's knees feel weak. So he himself cracked the dude's control
with the step of kissing his mouth and caressing his inner thigh - leaving no
chance for Hinata to want to do anything but fuck him right there.

Hajime didn't take him out of the men's restroom - a stall was good enough.
Rarely people out in the easternmost corridor at this time anyway - that
sounded like sufficient justification to whatever amount of noises they'd be
making soon.

Door locked, toiled lid closed, Makoto sat upon it with Hajime pulsing in need
inside his ass. That was what they were up to.

"You're... guh... so fucking tight..." Hinata groaned with squeezing grips to
the back of his partner's thighs. He was almost shaking with the self-control
needed to comply to Naegi's request.

Makoto could say something about the sitting on a work chair for so long and
the lack of proper preparation before the penetration, but his body was full of
efforts. Efforts on different things. Effort that was distracted by how full he
was.

And Hajime's lewd, beautiful face - that was definitely really distracting too.


"Sure it doesn't hurt?" The taller boy reiterated, hand sliding to do a few
small quick pulls at Makoto's cock.

Makoto sighed a half-moan, nodding, "Yeah yeah, it's fine, you can move..."

Hinata gave a sloppy smacking kiss to his lips and took both hands to a better
grip on his hips, letting the luckster's hands around his shoulders and neck
reaffirm their hold. Drawing back, Hajime failed to completely repress a moan
as his length slid out of the tight ring, letting the head rest inside alone
before using a full-body lean to sheath himself whole again. Naegi swallowed as
the languid starting pace quickly picked up speed, his spikier counterpart
trying to drown in the sexual pleasure that he'd needed so badly.

A Hajime whose composure was entirely wrecked was a very beautiful thing. His
voice continually rasped and hissed, sweat shone on his face and his loosened
tie flopped back and forth. He'd only pulled down his trousers to around his
thighs, so occasionally during thrusts Naegi could feel the fabric roughly
caress him. Hinata's feverish rut easily loosened Makoto's throat into whines
and stuttered moans, bouncing their lovemaking noises all the easier along the
 bathroom tiles.

With the pressure of Hajime's length inside him and pushing his walls, Makoto
was becoming increasingly aware of the awful fullness in his bladder- that was
why he'd even come here in the first place. That was... not good. Not terrible,
at this stage in their relationship, as for the past months Nagito had grown
very open about his fetishes, which he and Hajime accepted... and Nagito was,
among other things,  very happy  about taking advantage of Makoto's relatively
weak bladder, which humiliated him to no end; but Komaeda didn't have any
actual malicious intent in it. He did sort of the opposite for Hajime, making
good use of his big bladder to beckon a golden-showering stream that could last
minutes , which both exasperated and embarrassed the brunet in the first times
of it. The ahoge boys consistently found that they didn't want to say no to a
pent-up, drooling, purring Nagito. Who they loved.

Those sort of memories only made his urge to let go suddenly spike, and his
hand slinked down to grip his cock with a hitch of breath.

"Is everything... alright?" Hinata asked, hips still striking.

"I, it's um... I kinda-  ah - need to pee..."

"Do you? I mean- badly?"

"You're pushing- nn- pretty hard and deep... Earlier you stopped me before I
could-" Naegi shuddered, withdrawing his grip when the urge subsided a little,
but feeling as if anything close to that again could make him spill. "If you
keep at this pace I'm not sure I'll be  ah -able to hold it... I can try, but-
"

"That's fine." The taller boy rasped, honestly surprising him. This was never
anything they'd discussed among the two of them, without Komaeda involved - as
the fairet was the one to invoke anything regarding piss. So there was no way
he...?

Seeming to somehow flush further than before, Hajime clicked his tongue, "No, I
mean- like this is gonna be fine." He stated, pulling Makoto up so he could
lift the toilet seat, and maneuvering them so that his back faced him. "So if
you lose control it's not gonna be an issue."

Makoto swallowed dryly with embarrassment, noting what Hajime meant, what with
him being somewhat bent over the toilet with the man still inside him. It was
rather safe, but still something that was definitely too adventurous for either
of them to have thought of if it weren't for Nagito being in their lives. If
the three of them hadn't already done...  worse  things, per se, Hajime would
not be pounding at him with the same ram strength as before upon being told
that the boy he was pounding needed to pee.  

"Sure..." Naegi agreed shakily, his palms coming against the wall as Hinata
restarted and picked up the pace with his consent. This new leverage allowed
him to hit  deeper  with better balance, quickly taking short, keening moans
out of the taller man. Makoto felt rapid jolts of pleasure and pressure each
time his partner's thickness sucked up inside him, taking rubs at his prostate
that did away at conscious thoughts.

The pressure took away control with each wham, and Makoto gritted his teeth as
he could feel the warm weights push out of his bladder and travel up his
length, leading to small dribbles leaving out with the precum. "Gnnnh..." He
tensely repositioned to support himself with only one arm, reaching down to
properly aim his erect cock so as to not accidentally make a mess everywhere.

"Need help there?" Hajime panted by his ear, helping keep his partner in better
balance.

"No, it's fine... thank you..." The luckster replied with a shudder to his
ahoge, almost as if it wanted to reach for Hinata's own. His body felt a warmer
flush spread when his bladder caved and the dribbles of urine became a stream,
making notable noise as it fell inside the toilet.

Hajime made a distracted sound as if of acknowledgement, following it with a
breathy, almost nervous, "Alright." - as if he'd been doubting his own plan
someway.

The larget brunet couldn't really see things, which at least made it a little
less embarrassing, though pleasure blurred that sentiment. Peeing with an
erection was hard, but it wasn't the first nor would it be the last time that'd
happen. Not to him or to either of his boyfriends, as far as he knew.

Release felt tense despite a lack of control over it, and orgasm was building
rapidly as well. Hajime's strong, intoxicating thrusts weren't deterred by the
mild awkwardness, his excitement making things more well-lubricated on the
backside that he was keeping firm in place, and each strong push made Makoto's
cock bounce and the gradually thinning stream leaking from it shake a little.

"Nnnuh... I'm getting close..." Hinata groaned, biting his lip to stifle a
moan.

Naegi could only try to push lightly back on the boy's hips, his piss flow
having eventually come to a stop but his hand keeping a grip on his cock
because the urge to touch himself in tune to his partner's movement was too
tantalizing. His gasps were rising in intensity as precum dripped down in the
toilet, ushered by his rapid strokes.

When near orgasm Hajime completely lost control of his voice, which was usually
cool - or he attempted to keep it so. His moans acquired a higher pitch as he
abandoned himself to pleasure, becoming an uncoordinated batting ram at the
time of climax, where his nails dug into Naegi's waist as his erection lively
twitched and sprayed stickily into the battered hole.

With a less loud moan rising to a shout, Makoto pulsed in his hand and brushed
his tip down to his frenulum, triggering shots of semen that flew through the
air and thickly ran down his length before dripping into the water.

After more settled moments of harsh breathing and sweaty grips, Hajime reached
out for a generous helping of the available toilet paper, using it to clean as
he slowly pulled out of the smaller man. Sweat and come and whathaveyou were
swiped along, not too thoroughly as it was the end of the day and they'd be in
their bedroom soon enough to change out of these clothes.

Hajime sighed as he opened the stall, almost quiet in comparison to the water
flush. He recognized the energy still under his skin, which would be ready to
expand into wanton heat... or put more simply, he realized he was still in the
mood.

"Ready to crash for the night?" Naegi looked up at him, then glanced at their
somewhat disheveled states on the wide sinktop mirrors.

"I think not, actually..." Hinata fiddled with his sloppily-done belt. "I'm
gonna need some more action to be able to... stay down."

"I mean... if you let Nagito know about this whole thing we did straight away
he'll be immediately primed to give you a round... so..." Makoto gave a good-
natured one-shoulder shrug.

"... Yeahh." Hajime swiped a hand along his stuck strands, knowing that if
Komaeda is awake when they get there, jumping is definitely going to happen.

"I need a pause, so if you go for that as soon as we get in the room, I'll just
watch. Don't let that hold you back though."

Hajime gave an endearing, sheepish chuckle. "Damn it, Makoto..." He tugged a
bit at the crotch of his pants, trying to fix the obvious sight of a newly-
risen erection.

"Oh, I hadn't- I just said it, I kinda forgot how much you like being watched
too..." The luckster rubbed at the back of his head. "I'll get you my umbrella
from the office so you can hide that and then we can go."


Hinata leaned his mouth on his knuckles as he saw the boy leave for the
workroom. "He's almost as dangerous as Nagito and he doesn't even realize..."
Chapter End Notes
     Also, I experimented making some banners for the end notes of my
     fics/chapters, so they can be a thank-you, a reminder for readers to
     leave a comment, and a kind of self-affirmation (for those who did
     read last chapter's end notes) all in one. So, this:
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If it's a good idea I'll leave these at the ends of fics and chapters from now
on, so let me know what you think!
***** Bonding pounding - Naekugiri *****
Chapter by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician), TheTacticianMagician
Chapter Notes
     Short 11 | 2.721
     ► Naekugiri - threesome, pegging, facesitting... a bit of mutual
     touching and blowjob mimicking.
     「Kyōko and Makoto walk Mukuro through her first time pegging him.」
     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
     - - - - - - - - - - -
     A couple people back in chapter 7 wanted to see some Naekugiri, and
     here it is! It's a natural conclusion that I'd do this at some point.
     Now if only I can keep up the writing pace...
     Fully established poly relationship on this oneshot.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mukuro weighed the thing in her hands with an analytical touch. Kyōko had
bought her a new dildo-strap combo instead of lending her own, and it was a
sizeable pitch-black cock with bumpier texture and straps with two metallic
chain links for aesthetics (and that would probably tap against her outer
thighs when she wore them). It was kind of embarrassing that her girlfriend
chose this sexual contraption to specifically match her, but she couldn't help
thinking it was cool-looking as hell.

 "I like the design." Makoto commented, already shirtless and with their
partner Kirigiri watching closely.

 "It's gonna look great on her." The detective said in a pleased tone.

 Aligning the strap-on on her waist for measures, Mukuro muttered, "Should I
put it on over clothes...?"

 "However you want. I usually leave panties on, but you can be as clothed or
unclothed as you'd like."

 Nodding, the black-haired girl slipped off only her loose pajama pants,
letting Kyōko help her with putting the harness on and tightening it.

 "Move your hips. How does it feel?" The detective signaled for her to raise
off the bed, supported on knees.

 It was pretty snug around the waist and down her crotch to inner thighs, where
it parted to show her vulva, were she not wearing her usual preferred
undergarment style which was plain black panties. The chains jiggled a bit with
the movements and made faint clinking sounds, and the dildo bobbed slightly.
"It's... nice. Fitting."

 Having that between her legs made her feel rather inappropriate, and even
armed. Fairly, according to Makoto on past experiences, when he had his piece
just out and erect while nothing was really happening, it felt awkward; but the
overall getup and decoration on her artificial version made her feel like she
might be wearing an actual weapon.

 "It does look very nice..." Makoto rubbed his shoulder, face glowing warm with
the knowledge she'd be making those sorts of movements into him.

 "It's also super sturdy." Kyōko gave a pull at the dildo to test the
attachment. "None of this model had balls to go with, but it's alright." She
then scooted closer to the boy, idly scraping his chest before catching one of
his nipples and beginning to play with it, making him grunt-squeak.

  "This is all on you. You're going to prepare him yourself, and he'll give you
the pointers." Kyōko told her girlfriend.

 With a decisive nod, Mukuro pulled off her shirt, letting her small breasts
and well-defined torso come into sight. Makoto also slipped off his pants and
boxer briefs, and wasn't even fully done with it before the coal-haired girl
swiftly stroked his neck and gripped the side of his jaw, joining their mouths.
Naegi didn't protest, only mildly fumbling to pull the rest of the clothing off
his ankles.

 She cradled his soft cock in her hand and massaged it, enjoying the little
outward growth and stiffening that accompanied her strokes. Makoto voiced his
pleasure in muffled noises against her tongue, his own hand dipping forward to
find the fabric-covered slit between his partner's thighs and rubbing at what
was not inaccessible due to the strap-on. A small, deep whine came out of her
lips; they stayed a few moments like this, making out and touching each other's
arousals, until Mukuro gave a last lick to his mouth. She withdrew her hand and
tapped his wrist, whispering, "Lay back."

 Makoto did as told, resting his back on the mattress and slowly parting his
legs. He watched her for any sign of requiring help, stifling the uneasiness of
being so exposed like this despite having been with them both a few times
already.

 The ex-mercenary methodically grabbed the lube bottle on the bedside table,
applying a hefty amount to the entirety of her index finger.

 This wasn't completely new, since she had fingered him before. Just not as
preparation.

 Spreading one cheek, she circled his entrance, the cold on sensitive skin
making the boy flinch before he relaxed again. The relaxation made it easy for
her to slide in the first finger, spreading lube inside.

 "Yeah, you can do like usual... just giving more focus on actually stretching-
guh !" Naegi's hips jolted off the mattress from the effortless curl of the
index against his prostate. "Y-you should probably try to not touch there for
this..."

 "Ah. Um. Sorry." Mukuro apologized, trying to dial back her sniping talent and
turning in different directions instead. Kyōko chuckled warmly at the exchange.


 Even with now a second coat of lube and two scissoring fingers, the ex-
mercenary didn't have a clue of what was enough preparation. Looking at his
hole and back at the dildo, it didn't seem to add up. He was getting looser,
making faint sounds of pleasure once in a while, and their girlfriend was still
just watching like she'd said.

 "Makoto... When is it enough?"

 "Nn... add a third finger. Yours is bigger than the one Kyōko uses, so..."

 She complied, filling him up from then and stretching further.

 “That... that’s enough.” Makoto grunted fairly soon, and so the girl slid off
her slick fingers. Breathing in deep for the next step, Mukuro took up the lube
once again to pour it over the construct dick.

 Her gaze flickered confusedly towards Kirigiri when said girl snatched away
the bottle.

 "Let him take care of it." The violette offered knowingly.

 The ex-soldier understood none of it, until Naegi sat up and faced her. His
arousal-glazed gaze met hers for a moment, before his focus shifted to her
strap-on. His hand tapped it as if to check the firmness of the attachment, and
then-

 Mukuro's irises became an extremely thin ring with how wide her eyes got.

 He licked a long stripe across the surface of the black material, flicking his
tongue on the bumpy parts. A moment was spent tonguing around the head as well,
before he inclined and dipped the dildo into his mouth.

 Mukuro couldn’t feel it - certainly not directly, at least - but the sight was
so erotic that it made her shudder hotly nonetheless. His gaze sometimes locked
with hers, laden with adoration as he serviced her fake penis.

 There was an urge in the back of her mind to grip his head and buck her hips
into his mouth, but she controlled it by massaging his scalp instead. If the
artificial material were indeed her flesh, it’d be a different story.

 When Makoto popped off the length, it was completely slick with saliva; which
was not in the same tier as lube, but she would take it. The boy laid back
again, allowing access to his prepared hole.

 “So... inform me if it’s painful.” Mukuro licked her lips, trying to ward off
nervousness as she placed the tip at his entrance. As much as this wasn’t the
usual way for a woman to dominate, her excitement was fully in line with it as
could be told by the slickness going through her panties and adorning her
thighs.

 “Go ahead. Just don’t stop completely until it’s all the way in.” Makoto
advised.

 The ex-mercenary nodded, being further encouraged by Kyōko siding up to her
and caressing her shoulders and the underside of her breasts.

 The dildo breached the initial resistance and pushed in, the lubrication
making it a much simpler task to gradually fill him up. It was easier to feel
with her fingers, but the pressure translated through the strap-on well enough.
The boy tried to keep his breathing even, but was struggling; only able to rest
in a rhythm once their waists were flush together.

 Looking down at their point of connection, Mukuro was mesmerized with how the
object had disappeared inside him, and how well he was able to take something
like that without much hint of pain.

 And then she squeaked loudly and uncharacteristically because Kyōko just bit
down on her shoulder-neck junction and started to suck.

 “Gghh- Kyōko, wait... I have to... focus here...” She breathed out.

 “Focus? Makoto seems fine to me.” The detective responded with amusement,
drawing her eyes to him so her girlfriend would do so as well.

 He got a little flustered when attention was drawn to him, the hand that he
was softly pawing his cock with coming to a stop. "When you do these things
with each other it's... hard not to..."

 "Cute. This reminds me, you shouldn't touch him for this time, or else he'll
end up finishing extremely quickly. I'm sure you know what I mean."

 "H-hey, Kyōko..." Naegi almost pouted, though it was pretty usual for the
long-haired girl to tease him.

 "You're a squishy boyfriend." She followed with a smile, crawling over to peck
his lips before sitting behind his head to let the rocking unfurl.

 "It's really... not too much like this, right? So I can move?" Mukuro asked as
precaution, leaning forward over the luckster for a better positioning.

 "It feels a bit full, but that's the point. I'm... ready."

 Ikusaba eased her hips back, feeling wonder in regard to how his body seemed
to be kind of trying to suck the dildo back in. When she pulled out completely,
Makoto interjected. "Wait, don't... you don't have to take it out." He bent
forward.

 "Huh."

 "Here, you can..." He coaxed her back in, and the toy slid in about half its
max reach. "And then..." As she drew out, he stopped at the point where the
head of the dildo was still encased inside him. Understanding, she canted her
hips forward from there, making him gasp. "Y, yeah... like that."

 It should be wholly obvious - that's how he did it when he penetrated her, too
- but her focus on this with her innate hard-to-shake professionalism and with
how she couldn't truly feel his tightness by herself must have distracted from
it.

 "Al... right." She voiced determinedly, leaning back over her boyfriend and
getting him to lie fully down on the bed again. Then she put her strong thighs
and hips to work, thrusting into his ass.

 "Mmmhhm...!" Makoto hummed, soon followed by a moan. Mukuro didn't have a
definite grip of things yet, but she was using force, and he appreciated it the
way it was. The points of her breasts bounced slightly, and she was learning a
rhythm into getting almost as deep as she could on the way in, and halting just
short of slipping out on the way back. This caused her waist to form large,
fluid movements with the amount of centimeters she had to shove into him,
easily outmatching his own length in size; which was currently bobbing on his
stomach with the tough rhythm.

 She was fucking Makoto, and not in the way where she rode him raw against a
table until they could make a wedding cake glazing out of the amount of semen
she syphoned from his balls, but actually pumping a dicktoid inside his body
like piston shocks and like those huge muscled men from magazines at home that
she had tried not to flip through. But that attempt had gone just as well as
how she was currently trying to stifle noises from how turned on she was to be
humping into her boyfriend like this. His moans, that each sent a throb through
her vulva, were also getting notably more frequent.

 Mukuro almost didn't notice Kirigiri standing on her knees and dragging down
her panties from under her skirt with a purr, gulping as she very well felt a
hunch for where that'd go.

 The detective leaned into the field of view of her heavy-breathing male
partner so as to not startle him much, stroking the sides of his face and his
hair with both hands. "Makoto..." She voiced sultrily, a hint of need in her
voice. He watched her foggily as she leaned in to give him an upside-down kiss,
and with practiced ease that made Ikusaba's heart skip a beat, Kyōko moved
forward and sat on his face.

 She immediately let out a satisfied moan, gloved fingers fisting at the boy's
chest. The position with the added skirt on the way made it impossible for the
ex-mercenary to see anything Naegi could be doing, but seeing her girlfriend's
pleasure-stricken expression and the small movements of her hips made the ache
between her own legs almost searing. Kyōko had just gone and  took  what she
wanted, just like that, and it made Mukuro think she should take advantage of
Makoto's submissive compliance more often.

 The dual stimulation seemed to be taking quite a toll on the boy; his cock
became jumpier and began to drool rivulets of precum, his hands tightly
gripping Kyōko's thighs. The violette was aware that thighlocking his head
while he was being fucked might be a little too much for him, and made a point
to rise off him and let him breathe. The visual of his very red face,
glistening lips and nose and unfocused eyes along with desperate gasps only
urged Mukuro to thrust faster; before Kyōko sat down on him again and groaned
with delight at his sloppy, but still skilled enough tonguework.

 Relishing in as much as able (before he could legitimately pass out), the
detective removed herself from her favorite place to sit and took to leaning
back on the mattress as she used her hands to pleasure her needy core instead,
simply watching her lovers deep into the throes. Makoto's voice was a mix
between gasps for air and whines, his hips wriggling in an attempt to get
Mukuro to hit his spots better. His nuts were drawn up tight, and his erection
leaked precum like a broken tap; it was fairly obvious even if he couldn't say
it that he was close to coming.

 Mukuro tried to adjust with each hard thrust that jingled the chains at her
waist, but she was ultimately unsure whether she was able to hit him the way he
wanted before he shuddered and orgasmed, shooting streaks of white well across
his belly and up to his neck. Her pace then slowed considerably, breathing
effortfully as she completely slid the dildo off his aftershocks-riding body.

 Not much later, Kyōko seized the girl with a deep and playful growl, rubbing
her labia along the length of the slippery and still-warm toy as she stole a
hungry kiss. Overwhelmed, Mukuro let her hump her and suck her tongue until she
quickly came, having already primed herself with the prior masturbation.

 "Mmmn... You're still hard..." The detective panted, jokingly stroking the
fake cock.

 "The straps join... in the back?" Ikusaba tried to helpfully inform, still
dazed and unsure of what the violette wanted.

 "I know. How close are you, though?"

 Admittedly, the whole act coupled with the fabric of her panties rubbing at
her teasingly with each thrust had made her feel like she was ready to unicycle
into the edge with  any  actual proper, direct stimulation. "Close enough. Just
get to it then, please..."

 Kirigiri assented and wasted no time to comply, closing her mouth over a small
perky breast and gliding a hand down to the area between the thigh straps to
knead the wet panties against her heat. The coal-haired cried out, body more
than welcoming the needed touches, rutting down against her girlfriend's hand.
The suckling of her sensitive nipples made her arousal flare strongly, and soon
her orgasm hit with even more slick coming to drip down from between her legs.


 Heart rate gradually slowing back to normal, Mukuro hazedly registered Kyōko
licking away the mess on her gloves and Makoto crawling over to unstrap the
contraption around her waist. When it was loose enough, she took the
opportunity to pull off the uncomfortable underwear, letting it fall off
bedside.

 Their boy simply snuggled up to her side, looking just a little drowsy. She
almost felt compelled to ask if his backside hurt. "You did great." He
complimented, resting his head on her lap.

 "I'm... glad." The ex-mercenary replied sincerely, if a little awkwardly; it
was still difficult to wrap her head around.

 "There's a number of new things you can do with both of us now... Whenever you
are ready, Mukuro." Kirigiri pecked her ear.

 Ah, yes, there were...

 ...

 ...There really were a lot of things.
Chapter End Notes
     I didn't receive any comments about this banner last chapter, so I'm
     under the assumption it's okay for me to keep putting it in end
     notes? I'd like to know if it looks too tacky or something,,
      
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***** Unsolve - Komahina(egi) *****
Chapter by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician), TheTacticianMagician
Chapter Notes
     Short 12 | 1.413w
     Komahina, Nagito/Makoto\Hajime - spitroast, hurt/comfort sort of
     thing but the comfort is also kinda painful
     「 Maybe this won't make anyone feel better, but it's what they have
     for him. For now. 」
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     i started writing this months ago to... kinda express/vent which is
     why it has a vague/unexplained tone and it's a bit emotionally heavy
     compared to the past chapters
     2017 was... not good to me and I still have to try to recover about a
     number of things
     So I guess this kind of comes along as a way to hope that 2018 won't
     end up being such bad luck... hha,, try to move on from things (who
     am i kidding)
     (I am still working on other stuff, but i wanted this out before new
     years, i don't particularly recommend reading it but it's done now
     so)
Naegi hesitates several times, steps back and forth and ponders walking away,
disappearing, but he can't think too well and that's what leads him forward
through the door.

 At least they're not busy or sleeping or any other hint of anything that
would've made him turn around and away, Hinata's just flipping through a
magazine and Komaeda is laying by his side, whether napping or not isn't
discernible since his eyes come open when Naegi looks at him.

 They are both used to this, at least in some way, this far from the first
time, and Hajime closes his read and puts it aside, extending a hand. Makoto
has tumbled onto the bed and crawled above it before he can even really know
where his legs are.

 He gets surrounded by warmth, where he can slump and fall weak. Nagito takes
his right hand. They don't ask or say anything, just soothe; the shorter boy
looks whole from any angle but they're aware they are simply catching onto
barely-held-together pieces. This is why they tend to keep the door unlocked,
at any rate. When they can.

 A small while is spent like this. There could be better ways, but just as
Makoto doesn't have the strength to really say anything to them - whatever
there could be to say - he doesn't have the strength to  talk  to others, to
perhaps have an understanding support somewhere else. So this is what they do.


 Makoto seems stricken with sudden uneasiness and fear, but Komaeda holds onto
him before he can instinctively run away. If he cries now, it'll be expected.
There's no staying stable when he's still - struggling, in some way.

 "It's okay. We're still here, at least." Hajime says softly, his words most of
what he has to offer.

 Nagito feels the odd-patterned breathing of Naegi's slipping control, of his
attempts to hold back tears, to calm back down. "'mm- sorry-"

 "It's okay. We understand." The fairet murmurs, poised. He has learned to be.
It used to be harder, not really having a response to his apologies. But Hajime
has also helped to build the poise that they are able to keep, to deal with a
frightened sharp porcupine without getting cut while the time for spine
shedding is unknown.

 Naegi doesn't have thoughts so much as fears. Fears don't have forms, they
aren't shaped, and the way fear stays with him even when the two dissuade them
with logic is through unfading pain. When the pain lurches, anxiety spikes all
through him, and it becomes something of a matter of waiting it out.

 Sometimes not, as they've come to do- using the body's natural ways of
distracting itself. It could be ironically counterproductive, but being able to
turn off the boy's mind and force him to sleep seemed to help a little for the
time being. It was no glue for the glass shards, but perhaps some cheap diluted
syrup.

 Makoto shivers when Nagito mouths at his ahoge, leaning further against his
touch. The hints are always obvious, words or none attached to them, now that
they've done this at least enough.

 Nagito lets Makoto kiss his neck - knows he misses kissing Nagito's mouth but
Naegi's not sure if he's allowed so he doesn't try -, and down his chest, as he
lazily rubs the pointy ahoge. He sighs in appreciation when the shorter boy
comes to his abdomen and kisses his crotch.

 Hajime watches with knowing expectation, nothing new. Nothing new in how
Komaeda drops his slacks, nothing new in how Naegi breathes his cock and takes
and takes, until his mouth is full and his thoughts are more easily lost.
Nagito moans gracefully and tangles fingers in messy brown hair, giving Hinata
a sultry look, with the same knowing expectation reflected.

 Hajime comes to loosen his own trousers as he watches the small boy suck his
boyfriend, reaching for lube to draw on his hardening cock and stroking
deliberately. It's not exactly a chore but it's not what he'd really prefer,
either - which is why they are here in the first place.

 Nor slow nor rough, Hinata bares the shorter boy's bottom half and prepares
him for the additional stimulation. Slow is not enough, but too fast and rough
could bring lasting soreness, which would only serve as a painful reminder to
Makoto so long as he had it.

 Hajime times it so that his sudden, firm grip on the smaller brunet's cock
coincides with his pushing in, making his body jolt and tense and almost choke
on Nagito's erection. Nagito groans with the sensation and smiles a bit when
Hajime presses his hips flush to Makoto's, which makes them almost close enough
for his flowy fringe to brush Hajime's skin.

 The objective of this is to drain Naegi and overwhelm him until he's tired
enough to fall asleep or too spent for feelings to get to him. They won't do
this forever; it's no solution. Nor is it enough. It's a gift, in a way,
despite it not being a good idea to deliver it.

 Makoto pants harshly on Komaeda's crotch, saliva dribbling down to his sac as
he tries swallowing properly around his shaft, being jostled by Hinata's
thrusts. His focus - as should - is entirely muddled, shifted by the two other
boys and their noises, the pulsing in his mouth, the ramming in his rear and
the pinching close to the head of his cock.

 It's raw and physical, it's what he can get. And at least also pleasure them
in the meanwhile.

 His ahoge was also getting rhythmically tugged, everything overwhelming enough
that he barely registers the time when each of them comes. Makoto can only
swallow around a full mouth, pleasure pulverizing his strength.

 Nagito raises his head from his lap, letting the mess of a boy breathe. He can
already see that he's likely to pass out within a couple minutes of laying
down. The flushed fairet looks at his boyfriend, who's trying not to rest his
weight on Makoto as the post-orgasmic waves make it harder to support himself.


 "Uh... tissues." He rasps, and Komaeda reaches for the box to pull out the
papers.

 It's easier to already lay the consciousness-slipping Naegi down on a pillow
as they clean him and themselves up. It's been a few times since he hasn't
mumbled sweet things in the afterglow, knowing he won't get the same response.


 He falls into slumber quickly, not fighting it whatsoever.

 It's happened enough times that Nagito and Hajime don't have much to say.
Reiterate decisions, discuss mentioning something to the one or two classmates
who wouldn't blow things up, say not yet to that last one. Trying to make
Makoto hate them instead of being lovesick for them has especially not been an
option after they started this kind-of-not-really routine.


 "He's cute." Komaeda comments, simple, as his fingers gently pet the sleeping
boy.

 "Yeah, yeah." Hinata concurs with certain distraction, his own hand coming to
lace through Nagito's free one.

 "We have to go eat, you know. Now's a good time." The luckster segues. Dinner
runs for a while to fit into schedules for different groups of the academy, so
there's no hurry, but early is fine.

 Hajime checked the time, and it was about right. They could just go eat, then
free up time for the rest of the evening. "Well... sounds good."

 They just made themselves presentable enough, considering that what counted as
'presentable' was highly variable among the people of the academy. Their simple
clothing, attempts at combing. It was just dinner.

 "We should leave him a message in case he wakes up." Hajime suggested. They
knew that if Makoto woke alone otherwise, he'd be terrified - swamped in bad
thoughts that are difficult to fight off.

 Komaeda ripped off one of the many pages of highschool notebooks that end up
never being used by the ends of terms, writing down in his uneven gentle
script. He then held it up to the brunet even though he was sure it should be
legible.

 " 'We went to dinner. Come join us if you want.' It's a good message." Hinata
already paced towards the door to wait for his partner, strapping on his cheap
yet durable wristwatch.

 Placing the paper by Naegi's head, too big to possibly miss, Nagito stood up
and switched off the lamp, walking up to follow Hajime who was now just
outside.

 The closed door left the room in darkness.
***** Worth Worship - Naekusaba *****
Chapter by Makoto_(TheTacticianMagician), TheTacticianMagician
Chapter Notes
     Short 13 | 2.882 w
     ► Naekusaba - body worship, cunnilingus
     「Mukuro is feeling a little down, and though Makoto can't fix
     everything, trying can very much be enough.」
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     This is request-based. I've been able to write more frequently with
     my free time, which is good...
     summary for this is basically: I give Mukuro attention and praise
     because she doesn't realize how good and cute she is
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Naegi quickly hopped over to see what Ikusaba had called out to him about.
 
“You’re right... All the ones on this side seem dead.” He noted, touching the
feeble plants that had barely sprouted out. “I wonder if there was anything
lacking, or if something else happened...”
 
Mukuro swallowed back a heavy sigh. She hadn’t been feeling all too great
lately - moving in with Makoto had been a good decision, quietly agreed upon by
the rest of the class; if it weren’t him, it would be someone else, because she
needed some time away from her sister.
 
She chose to go with him because of the way her heart would flutter in his
presence. In hindsight it was not a great idea, but when she ended up just
straight up kissing him instead of making a proper confession, things went
surprisingly well.
 
So now she had learned to live with him and his ways and it was surprisingly
calm - aside from many accidents and mishaps courtesy of his luck - since he
was such a loving herbivore. No weapons, struggling to live her days without
the real loom of her sister bringing her down. It was difficult and far too
quiet most days, whenever she didn’t work out like a mountain goat or wasn’t
tending to the garden that they had planned together.
 
So - though it seemed ridiculous - the withered plants were bringing far more
unpleasant thoughts and insecurities to surface within her than she’d like.
 
“It’s alright, Mukuro. We can try another type. They said this one was a bit
harder to get through the first stages, for beginners.”
 
“Sure...” She responded, almost lifelessly.
 
Makoto came closer to her, hugging her shoulders. “It was a misfortune, but
really, it’s okay. The rest is growing fine.”

It was still hard to shake off the thought that she was so much more prolific
at killing - that this should be no surprise.
 
Even though she’s building herself back up, the shadow of her sister is always
in her mind, as it had long supplemented the shreds of her individuality. It
was a burden she was sewn with, as a twin, and without proper attention paid to
the dangerous dependence it was creating. Junko was her poison but had been who
kept her together, and even though Makoto was great support, the many flaws of
her upbringing were still able to resurface a psychological frailty.
 
“We will try again some other time.” Were her words, but they sounded
completely empty. Naegi watched with concern when she stood and walked back
inside.

. . .

Showers generally feel nice. Mukuro takes them almost cool and nowadays spends
time mostly dutifully cleaning (as opposed to prior to confessing to her
boyfriend, when she’d take the private time to indulge) and happy to be done
quickly. The issue she has with them is being left alone to thoughts - so much
so that she’ll request to talk with Makoto, either with him outside or with a
curtain separating them. The opposite also happens at times when she can’t find
distraction without his company.

He’s probably making lunch now, though. Should she talk to him later...?

The girl sighed as she dried up and stepped out of the shower, putting on a
bathrobe but not really tying it. This could just be one of those bad days, and
tomorrow she’d be better.

Even as she kept that thought, when she got into their shared room, her gaze
let itself linger on her reflection in the fullbody mirror.

Ikusaba approached it, feeling oddly bitter.

She was doing... something, on the path of recovery. They said she was doing
well and that's what she had to go on from.

She had done well without Junko while a mercenary, but there had been a lot of
focus, rigorous training, handling of numerous weapons and situations and her
skill alone could nearly support her entire being.

Now she does not have her nor the weapons. It's difficult to find worth in
herself when she won't do the one thing she's practiced at - fighting, killing.
She's been learning to drift away from all that her sister has said, always
with full confidence, that she was plain and not pretty and not really good for
anything, and that she needed her to have actual worth, to be a full person
that can integrate into society; but it's hard, when Junko's words were gospel
and she commanded her very emotions.

Mukuro wondered how much of it might have been straight-up sincerity, because
as manipulative as she could be, the fashionista was also horrendously blunt.
Looking at her own steely eyes in the mirror, she could see how far she was
from anything ideal. The well-loved girls she sees in media and even around
most of the academy are social and energetic or meek, cute and polite, dress
fashionably, tend to have pretty sizeable busts, beautiful or adorable-sounding
voices and sometimes admirers. It's not difficult to see how Junko easily
classified her as below anyone's league. Some badger trying to fit in with the
rabbits.

As she pondered, eyes on the reflection unseeing, Makoto quietly approached
her, sensing the heavy atmosphere.

"What's on your mind?" He pressed his forehead to the back of her neck.


"I'm not feeling too... confident."


"You're doing fine. Things just take time." He smooched the spot where his
mouth was, which tickled a bit.


"But what do you think about me now? In relation to... everything." She angled
her head towards him, slightly.

"I think you're great." The boy placed his chin on her shoulder. "You're
strong, and determined, and beautiful, and patient. And you're getting better
at the other stuff, you know, talking to people and the pacifism thing."


She couldn't really deflect most of that. "... beautiful is... maybe a little
much. I'm not so attractive."


"I really hope you aren't going back to thinking over the things Enoshima
said."


"No, Makoto, this is more... Have you seen other girls?"


He blushed. "Uh, yeah? But that's not... I don't need comparisons or anything
here, you're pretty by your own self."


Her eyes settled back on the mirror, as if she were trying to actually see the
statement.

"You don't believe me?" Naegi looked to the reflection as well, Ikusaba in
front of him with the bathrobe opened to around her abdomen. "I know it's my
opinion moreso than a fact- but I think you're really beautiful, Mukuro."

She does feel his sincerity, it’s just hard to... absorb it. Thoughts like
maybe it’s just that he’s got used to me are easier to grip on to, are more in
line with what she’s accustomed to hearing.
 
"Can I..." His fingers ghosted over the meeting point of the sides of the robe.
Taking in a breath, she nodded.

He slid off her only piece of clothing, setting it aside on the bed and leaving
her completely bare in front of the mirror. She didn't like her own perceived
plainness; though a somewhat narrow waist, small breasts and short dark hair
were easily better to have in a battlefield, along with the tough muscles
showing beneath her skin, they were hardly preferable in the "realm of society"
as Junko called it.

Muscles could be a 50/50; though she was nowhere as frighteningly packed as the
powerful Sakura, she's gotten people tensing up with her six-pack, making them
back off with her "guns" as opposed to her guns. It was absolutely ideal to
protect her sister, only for Junko to sneer after said successful defences,
talking her down as completely undesirable so as to make despair immediately
override the satisfaction of a knockout or kill.

Makoto took her out of her ongoing self-deprecating thoughts by kissing her
freckled shoulder and gently moving her arms away from her chest, that she
hadn't even noticed she tried to cover up. She still felt a little bashful
being so openly nude in front of him, but his eyes held a twinkle of adoration.

"You're pretty. I really mean it." He almost cooed, "Every part of you... even
if you yourself don't like it." Many little kisses were planted on her
shoulder. "Your freckles are... cute..."

Cute...? Junko used to say they just made her look dirty sometimes, but-

Mukuro made a noise of surprise when her boyfriend turned her head a little,
kissing her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Anywhere in her face where there
were freckles, he would nuzzle and smooch, finishing in a small lick on the
edge of her cheek that made a shiver run under her skin.

Her eyes had closed during the loving onslaught, and when she opened them,
Naegi's own faded moss ones were looking into hers. His eyes are pretty... she
mentally noted, just as they softened.

"Your eyes are a beautiful color, and I find their shape really attractive."
Makoto confessed, and a few of her heart's beats felt heavier.

She had to close her lids again because he also leaned in to kiss them, before
rubbing his face against hers and exhaling. Their closeness had their chests
pressed to each other, and Makoto looked down to where her left breast pushed
against his shirt, putting a warm hand on its curve. Ikusaba tensed slightly.

"I know it's super typical, the whole 'boys like big boobs' thing, and um, I-
I'm not saying I don't like those, but," The brunet raised his other hand to
cup the right breast, cradling them. "I really like yours the way they are. I
can get most of them in each hand and it's easier to..." He swallowed,
demonstrating by taking them in a grip and wholly moving them up and down, his
palms rubbing against her nipples, and she gasped, suddenly taken aback by the
pleasure.

"And... I love your voice when you feel good... it's s-so cute..." Makoto
added, kissing the edge of her lips.

Mukuro was going to bite back her next sound, but with his words and the way he
made her feel, she released her whine in full volume.

"Ahn... You're going a little fast... Makoto-"

Heeding her words, he slowed down considerably, his hands doing much smaller
movements.

"Look... Mukuro..." He murmured. "Don't they fit nicely?"

She did look at the hands fondling her mounds, and she did agree. His fingers
were so attentive- they pressed into the softness and sometimes just pushed the
breasts together and against her chest, teased her areola with fingertips and
did the lightest scrapes up her nipples with nails, sending tingles of sensual
pleasure down her spine. Her legs were starting to get weak.

When she sat down on the bed, Makoto followed, making her lie down instead. She
grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss, their joining tongues causing him
to moan softly, but he broke away far too soon for her liking and got her head
back on the pillow. "I'm... I'm not done. Let me do this, okay? For you."

The girl nodded with some reluctance, but her veins thrummed with anticipation.
She didn't exactly understand what he was going for, but he kept fond eyes on
her as he kissed down her neck and to her tits, bumping his nose against a
pillowy mound before lapping at a nipple with only the tip of his tongue. The
teasing wet touches made her tremble and her breath quicken, legs shifting when
he did the same to her other one. She was getting wet, and heavens did she want
him to touch her, but his adoration was patient.

Naegi settled his face on her abdomen, breathing against each pack and trying
to suck strips of skin into his mouth. "You're so strong..." Long drags of
tongue followed the delineation of her hard muscles, of combat-trained force
hidden under a surprisingly lithe body. "You have no issue carrying me or doing
any of the tough work. It's like a breeze," His hands give a small squeeze to
her thighs, almost making her buck up, "with muscles like these."

"You... like when I carry you?" She panted.

"It's a little embarrassing, but it makes me really feel like your
boyfriend..." He admitted, kissing around her navel area. "Can you... open your
legs for me?"

During her window of hesitation to comply, he simply kept kissing down, until
he was kissing her sensitive crotch, sliding his lips on the surface of her
vulva, until she couldn't help but groan needily and part her legs for him.

"You're so wet..." He stated, red-faced, and leaned in to lick the juices off
her inner thighs. The teasing was simultaneously making her feel amazing and
incredibly wanton, ready to ask him to just please touch her arousal, please.

When he finally put his mouth on her she quaked, yelling something that could
maybe pass as a word. Makoto readily kissed up and down her whole slit, lapping
around her heated folds with gusto. He was so good at it that she almost felt
dizzy. Her hands violently grabbed the sheets when his tongue carefully swirled
around her clitoris, giving it the softest of kisses afterwards.  

As he diligently spread licks, smooches and suckles around her folds, Mukuro
could no longer really stand for sheets and grasped his hair instead, pulling
him even closer to her. He moaned in surprise as his ahoge was tugged, sending
jolts of pleasure down his body. The pulling only urged him to the closest he
could be to her in this position- sliding his tongue inside her entrance.

Mukuro arched her back and moaned, feeling his tongue wriggle as deep as it
could into her. Makoto stroked the points that connected her inner thighs to
her groin, slowly licking in swirls inside her before starting to thrust his
tongue in and out.
A couple minutes of this and very deliberate rubbing of sensitive surrounding
areas had Ikusaba tense up and shout in an uncharacteristic high pitch as she
reached climax, shuddering and clamping down on the luckster’s head with her
thighs.
He tried to catch his breath when she did release him, his face glistening wet
with her slick. “Just a little more,” He breathes in sharply, leaning in again
to clean up her fluids from around her entrance.
”Nnm... ww...” She tried to gasp his name, barely able to breathe right, but he
didn’t stop. After licking her juices clean, he rose a little to gently nibble
her sensitive clit, and she basically screamed.
Mukuro roughly pulled at handfuls of his hair and rubbed herself against his
face as he drove her to her second orgasm, lapping at her throbbing button
until she could see nothing but lucky stars behind her lids.

She wasn’t even sure about how much time passed in nigh-incoherent bliss and
slipping awareness, but she was a dazed, satisfied heap on the mattress. Her
body gradually cooled down, and she blinked in her glow at Makoto, who scooted
up the bed and nuzzled himself under her arm for cuddles. She let him, draping
said arm over his middle.

This was very good for... obvious reasons, but also because she felt fairly
safe and somehow belonging. When she was with him after time spent together
losing themselves to pleasure, there was a moment of being perfectly fine where
she was, no more roles or acceptance needing to be pursued.

Hold on... she thought themselves, but-
 
”Wait...” The girl meaningfully put her hand at her partner's hip. “You...”

“I’m fine, Mukuro.” He nuzzled her temple.

Knowing him, the girl disregarded his words and sought his surely still
painfully hard erection, only to feel a little surprised to find his penis soft
within his pants. The front of said pants had a good-sized wet spot on it, and
a bit of sticky fluid clung to her hand when she drew away.
“You came...?”

“Mmhm.” He answered, bashfully kissing her cheek.

Ikusaba shouldn’t have doubted it, considering his position made it easy to end
up rubbing against the bed, and she admittedly had been tugging on his ahoge
like a lifeline, mostly forgetting about it being erogenously sensitive amidst
her intense pleasure.
“I’m happy you think of me, but this was all for you, okay? Did you like it?”

Only Makoto would have the audacity to just ask something like that, all things
considered. Mukuro sighed.
“I loved it. I loved every second of it, Makoto.” She kissed his lips, softly.
“I still feel... I don’t know. Overwhelmed. Like... a queen or an empress,
maybe.”
Naegi smiled, that soft, kind of dumb smile. “You’re still you, just seeing
your own worth better now.”
He yelped when his girlfriend suddenly rolled on top of him, biting his neck
and possessively sucking.
She only stopped when she was sure she’d left a very dark mark, looking at him
seriously in the eyes. ”You’re... you’re too nice.”

"Is that... fine with you?" He chuckled, but it had a bit of an uncertain
nervous edge with the weight of her gaze.

“It’s you. And it’s a part of you I wouldn’t change at all.” She pinched his
cheek.

The mouse looked beyond everything and decided to open his heart to the
panther. If he was willing to look past the fangs - then so should she.
Chapter End Notes
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***** oshikko garbage 1 - Komahina, Komaegi *****
Chapter Notes
     Short 14 | 4.676 w
     ► Komahina (2x), Komaegi (2x) - omorashi, watersports, bedwetting,
     light bdsm
     1.「 Stressed and with a headache, Hajime doesn't believe the tied up
     Nagito when he says he has to use the bathroom. Nagito is unafraid to
     show him he was serious. 」
     2.「 Drunken Hajime is not good at paying attention to his liquid
     intake. Or at proper public decency, Nagito thinks. 」
     3.「 I finally accept Nagito's proposal to sleep together in the same
     bed. I mean... there's no way something could go wrong the first
     time, since it's not a frequent occurrence now... right? 」
     4.「 Nagito uses a cockring for unintended purposes. We've been dating
     long enough that he can actually do that to me and have it go pretty
     okay. 」
     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
     - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
     [https://i.imgur.com/mS9QNiW.png] Um, well. I don't have much to say
     for myself, I never asked to be... this much trash? Yeah. Y e ah. I'm
     gonna pretend that I didn't put a "1" after the chapter title because
     there's more stuff along these lines planned...
     The shorts here are detached but a common theme to them is Nagito
     having a piss kink. I'm sorry(??)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hajime was pretty sure he had a headache.
 
As if this situation wasn’t already confusing, exasperating, and stressful
enough.
 
Everyone had gotten really rickety and suspicious because of the knife
shenanigans, attempted murder, accusations thrown around and the extremely
opposite personality bears. It had even taken the local tiny yakuza to point
out how badly things were going because of the onslaught of distrust.
 
And Komaeda, well, they decided Komaeda  needed to be tied up so he wouldn’t
try anything, whatever "anything" was. It was an unfriendly decision, and
though there were arguments as to locking up a fellow student, Nagito’s
statement that he wasn’t incredibly bothered was used to just keep him like
that.
 
Hajime wanted him to at least try to fight back like anyone would do, but
Komaeda was difficult. His consistent vagueness, displacement of objectives and
submissiveness made things no easier for him in face of his friends.
 
He’s been tied up for a while, given breakfast and otherwise... not much of
anything. Including company.
 
Due to Hinata’s neutrality, the students would often try to get him in their
favor about anything, and today has been hectic on that aspect of things. So he
hopes that going to check up on Nagito will also serve as something of a break.
 
When he arrives there, the bound boy is talking with Nanami, or at least trying
to. She looks really drowsy, and he doesn’t blame her; Nagito’s voice has a
faint lull to it.
 
"Ah, Hinata-kun." He greets, and Chiaki stirs some. She waves candidly.
 
"I’m glad you’re here, Hinata-kun... I wanted to take a nap, but no one was
coming over to make him company..."
 
"You were worried about that, Nanami-san? You could have walked out at any
moment. You don’t have to feel like you need to stay around someone like me
just so I don’t feel lonely."
 
"Don’t be... ridiculous..." The girl yawned cutely, "You can’t do anything fun
while tied up, not even play games since they got your hands bound at the back
and not the front... you should have at least someone else around to not be
bored..."
 
Chiaki was a really good girl, and didn’t seem to hold any of the fear of being
targeted for murder like some of the others did. So she was nice even to
someone as cryptic as Komaeda.
 
"Ah, it’s alright, Nanami. I can take over from here." Hajime’s skull still
felt some pounding, so a nap sounded good to him as well, but he would rather
not squander his sleep schedule. Or be a grumpy shut-in in his cabin until he
got better, which was tempting.
 
Chiaki gave brief, lazy hugs to both boys before she left, leaving behind a
silence that made Hinata think he could hear his own blood pounding.
 
"I’m glad you’ve come to see me, Hinata-kun. Even if it’s because you think I
could be a threat, it’s flattering."
 
"I don’t think you’re a threat, or some piece of garbage, or any of that."
Hajime sighed. "Don’t start that today."
 
Nagito stayed quiet to that, seeming fairly happy that he wasn't here as a
watch-hound. From Hajime's creased brows and his immediate tone, it seemed that
he might be in pain about something, though.
 
So the fairet did try to not speak for a bit to be cautious on that, watching
as Hajime placed a plate on a chair and spreaded some chips on it, cracking
them into smaller pieces. They'd be easily reachable in case everyone took long
to get him his next meal. But there did was a pressing matter that he found
important to mention.
 
"Hinata-kun, could you take me to the bathroom?"


Retroactively it was a doable request, but then it simply hit the brunet with
annoyance. He'd been all this time with Nanami, couldn't he have asked her? Or
was this just to mess with him? Hinata honestly didn't like the thought of
having to walk him all the way to the facilities (maybe being accosted by
someone asking why he let him out of the room), then dealing with things that
would be too much for him to handle in this mood (and completely alone with
Komaeda).
 
Komaeda could be exasperating (just not to him, much) but he didn't mean to be
bad... as far as he knew. They were lacking in experiences at this point, and
most egregiously, lacking in memories. Still, he felt it in his heart that
Nagito was well-meaning.
 
But he could also be massively annoying, dodgy, and overall disregarding of
what others wanted even while being very disregarding of himself.
 
On second thought, he really shouldn't have come to a bound Komaeda while with
a headache.
 
"It hasn't been long. I'm sure you don't need it." He stated with a dismissive
edge. It's more that he wanted to believe it than truly being sure about it.
 
"No one has taken me yet... So..." Nagito shifted his thighs. "I'd really
appreciate it if you would."
 
"They can take you later. It's gonna be lunch time in a couple hours."
 
The luckster wondered if the dodginess was due to whatever pain was ailing him.
He wasn't bursting yet, but he did feel full, and would prefer Hajime helping
him take care of it than anyone else.
 
"So you aren't taking me?"
 
"You can hold it, Komaeda." Hajime replied almost as a fact.
 
Nagito didn't question it, flushing scarlet - though the other boy wasn't
looking in order to notice it. He knew there was something he  could  do; a
desire that was made more and more tantalizing each moment spent with his
bladder starting to stretch.
 
Hajime left in order to throw away the now empty bag of chips, and the moment
was enough for Komaeda to decide, feeling his heart hammer in his chest from
excitement. His other option would be to beg, which was also really alluring,
but...
 

 When he got back in the room, Hinata heard what he was fairly sure was a
small, breathy moan, and his eyes immediately turned over to face Nagito.
 
He had a slightly glazed-over gaze and his thighs were parted far wider than
they'd been before, but those were the least attention-catching parts.
 
Hajime's eyes widened fraction by fraction as a wet spot similarly grew in the
front of the boy's pants. It really just grew and grew, reaching down his
bottom and shinily becoming a spreading puddle on the floor.

"What- What the-" Hinata didn't know how to feel, both confused and exasperated
and with some concern under.

"Well... if you would not take me there anyway..." Nagito explained all too
casually, his face flushed and his voice unfairly sensual. "I just let go."

Hajime resisted bringing his hands to the sides of his head.  Goddamnit . He
fucked up, and Nagito was fucked up, so these things happen. He'd let his
carefulness drop like a jackass because starting up in this island from zero
was too much and there were things like this, like everyone tying up a fellow
teenager and leaving him to dust, that were too much.

That was bratty of the luckster - or he somehow gave up from things far too
easily - but he did owe apologies. "Komaeda, I'm sorry I didn't... believe
you."

"It's alright." Nagito purred, his eyes brightening at the validation from the
brunet. He looked far too undisturbed for someone who was pissing a large
puddle from within their clothes; in fact, he looked...

... Hajime didn't want to think about that possibility. Or that heavy
breathing. Or the fact he had to literally force himself to look away from the
worked up teenager on the floor because he didn't like how it was stirring
similarly inappropriate feelings in him.

He'd have to give Nagito a change of clothes and then take a  long  nap.



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Everyone is a bit of a kid when they’re having fun. The stupidest things are
the funniest and the things your parents warn you about are the most exciting.
  
And problems can come in heaps too.
  
This is most of the reason Nagito is out here, sitting on a bench watching his
classmates have fun by the pool under the wide night sky. He isn’t fun at
parties (and honestly a few of the others also aren’t, but still subject
themselves to it) and loud music isn’t his thing, though the loudness has
subsided to more even paced songs when Ibuki had to stop singing and chugged
syrup because she "thought she broke something" in her throat.
  
He’s watching because teenagers and alcohol don’t do well together (alcohol
doesn’t do well with any animal) and something is prone to go wrong, and he’d
be the sober backup.
  
It’s not the whole reason. Innocent, for himself to pretend it’s just to be
support. The truth is, Hajime is sitting with Sonia and Sōda, and Nagito enjoys
seeing him drink on and on from those plastic cups. Sonia can hold her liquor
well and the alcohol only adds to her dispersion, her attention getting caught
by more and more random movements out of the corner of her eye the more she
drinks. Sōda barely looks any different but he starts getting incoherent and
doesn’t realize. Hajime can get weird and kind of impulsive, and goes through a
phase of overtly angelic patience (with a reasonable amount of alcohol) to a
notably short temper (when the amount of alcohol in him gets unreasonable).
That trio is not good at deciding when to stop drinking.
  
Komaeda gets somewhat worried for Hinata’s kidney, but admittedly he does like
seeing the boy down veritable amounts of liquid. Somewhat diuretic liquid, at
that.
  
Hajime has a big bladder. In past occasions, for any time that Sonia or Sōda,
or even sometimes Gundham or Mahiru (alcohol makes Chiaki sleepy) have to get
up for the bathroom twice, Hajime does so once. He can take a brunt of alcohol,
and although it means Nagito won’t see him desperate much, a bladder that big
is dreamy to think of.

Though the trio has gone without other students interrupting their
conversations for a while, when Togami shows up, holding a tray with very
little food in it, he says something that has Sōda bristling. The mechanic
stands up to him as threateningly as he can, which while tipsy is not enough to
make the large blond even blink, and yells something along the lines of
"Seriously!?"

Togami nods and attempts to leave calmly, but Sōda is on his tail talking even
faster. Sonia follows them, bringing her plastic plate along; it's probably
something food-related. Maybe Teruteru got some new snacks ready.

Hajime didn't seem interested enough, looking off at them. There was always
food, and Hanamura's preparation stand was pretty close to where they were;
Komaeda couldn't see it because of a tall bush wall that separated the pool
from the next yard, but the smoke (and sometimes actual fire pillars) was
pretty much right behind it.

Hinata did stand up after a few minutes, but he didn't go towards where the
others were.

... Where was he going, actually? There was nothing in that direction.

Nagito felt uneasiness churn in his stomach, alongside a hopeful excitement. It
was an excellent fact for the island to lack dangerous fauna, so even if he got
lost in the night, nothing would ambush him for a meal. Drunk people were their
own biggest enemy to begin with, though.

The fairet stood up to follow him, out of solid footing and onto grass,
artificial lights and chatter on the other side becoming a tidbit more distant.


As it ended up, he barely had to walk at all to find Hinata, and his throat
suddenly felt dry. Heat coiled in his heart and spread on his face.

Standing still, the boy looked sideways at him, and he was met with a glare
that was less intimidating than Gundham's default expression. Hajime growled.
"What did you... come here for."

The slurred bite in the voice was amusing, like the brunet thought he'd walked
half a mile into some secluded space and Komaeda had followed him all the way
there. But truthfully he had barely walked out into the grass and was so
dangerously close to the rest of the events that the chances of someone else
catching sight of this - a very inebriated Hinata holding a mostly empty cup
with a shaking arm, jeans unzipped and his cock hanging out (he wasn't even
holding it), pissing onto the verdant ground - were pretty high.

If anything, Nagito likely provided a good shield for his public obscenity by
being there, half-leaning on a tree; the others preferred not being in the same
place as him if possible.

"I didn't go far at all, Hinata-kun. I don't know if you noticed, but... you're
pretty out in the open there."

Hajime looked somewhat insulted, as if Komaeda was exaggerating things. The
alcohol was really getting to him, as he had trouble keeping his eyes focused,
didn't make any move to try and make his act more private and hard to see in
the face of an onlooker, and his stream was still going steady. Nagito didn't
exactly attempt to hide his hungry gaze settled on his cock, watching it gush
urine out in the open in drunken-based shamelessness.

It made his cheeks feel hot and his pants feel tighter. He didn't think he'd
ever have an opportunity to see Hinata like this, aside from carefully planned
visits to the cafeteria restroom, but as damning as alcohol could be - which is
why he avoided it - it had given him this gift pretty effortlessly.

"Pervert." Hajime drawled as if disappointed, but the word could hardly sting
in a context where the boy himself was flashing his bare dick and making no
attempt to hide it. Drunk Hajime was pretty... interesting.

"You could've used the bathroom." Nagito conversed, though he didn't mean it.
If it were up to him, Hinata could've just stayed at the table and fished his
penis from his trouser slit and pissed on the floor right there, or just even
not bothered to take it out at all and flood his pants until there were yellow
rivulets falling off the chair. But that would've been a hassle because the
still sober ones would definitely make a deal out of that. Being able to fully
ogle him like this by himself was better, for tonight.

"I needed to piss." The brunet replied grumpily, as if the toilets weren't
roughly just across the pool. When his stream angled off and died, he didn't
even bother to shake, clumsily shoving his piece back in his boxers and leaving
his zipper open as he started to walk off. Nagito was  stunned  at how far gone
his friend was with too much alcohol in his system.

Komaeda would've stayed there, replaying the sight in his mind over and over
and committing it to memory, maybe quietly jacking off to the lingering scent,
but it turns out Hinata was not the best at walking back. He tripped, and gone
was the rest of the drink on his cup, and weird were his attempts to keep
balance. Nagito wouldn't put it past him to have become disoriented with his
own lower weight, having gone from a heavy full bladder (as big as his was) to
an empty one. It wouldn't last whatsoever, but more than a few things about the
boy's decadent wobble made Nagito sigh heavily and haul one of his arms over
his shoulders.


"What the hell." Hajime grunted, deadbeat. He didn't even look too miffed, even
though he could've flailed out of a grasp like this one if he wanted.

"You’re coming with me to your cabin. To rest." Nagito responded fairly simply,
walking him along.

"But Sommmnia... Sōda..." The brunet protested. Maybe whined.

"I think they might be gone already." And if they weren’t gone from the table,
they were certainly gone from the sober world.

Hajime thankfully still had the keys, so Nagito unlocked his front door and got
them in. He kept the boy as still as possible for a small while, head leant
slightly on him, to keep him as balanced and away from potential nausea as
possible.

When he helped Hinata sit down on his couch without bumping his legs on it, he
unexpectedly asked, "Do you do this often?"

"What?" Nagito inquired.

"Take people home."

"I do it as necessary." It was only half a lie. Some girls didn’t like being
moved or helped around by guys, Peko didn’t like him moving Fuyuhiko around
(and would do it herself), Nidai was unmoveable; lately he only truly bothered
watching after Hajime and Chiaki (who fell asleep anywhere and was better off
moved to a comfier place).

"I was fine." Hinata seemed to try to rethink that a bit. "But thank you."

Nagito got him some water, which he happily drank. It wouldn’t erase the
headache that is sure to come the following morning, but hopefully it could
help in making things less bad. Nagito felt heat prick the back of his neck at
the thought that, with Hinata like this, he could probably get him to drink
some more cups of water with no issue, but shook his head before handing him
only one more cup. He had already pushed his luck tonight, and Hajime had
already drunk a ton of fluids in general.

Komaeda is almost ready to leave when the brunet says, "Can you stay for a
bit?"

The taller boy blinks, heart fluttering. "You want me to?"

"It’s lonely here." Blunt and simple.
  
He sat by his side; Hajime talked on about things that only made half sense
before he ended up just falling asleep and Komaeda had to move him to his bed.
He felt tempted to stay the night, but knew it was better not to, for now.


Though he did want to show up next morning, to see if Hinata was alright and,
if possible, look at his expression as soon as he recalled the events of the
night. He’d certainly be embarrassed about relieving himself in the open, and
look super cute, and then maybe  he’d be more careful about alcohol in the next
times.


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The slow, fuzzy, light morning comes into my senses. Everything is warm and
comfy, a pleasant shift from sleep...

Until I recognize a familiar clammy sensation, and anxiety forces me into
consciousness much faster.

Shifting my legs and reaching down, I feel clinging wetness and fearfully
confirm my doubts.

Nagito stirs besides me - which almost sends me into a panic despite how early
it is, making my head swim. I had accepted his invitation to sleep over, after
insistence on his part; and this is exactly the reason I was afraid to say yes.
There's only so many times you can say no to sleeping on your low-self-esteem-
boyfriend's bed without telling the truth, and despite our combined talents, I
thought that maybe I was worrying too much.

I don’t have accidents very often compared to a few years ago... they never
stopped, and though they’re not as much of an- um- issue now... well,
bedwetting is never good.
  
I can deal with it if I’m alone. Waking up awfully early to do laundry so the
other students won’t see me, packing extra cleaning products, the like. But...
this...!
  
"Nnnm... Makoto...?" His drowsy voice asks. It's unreasonable to tell him to go
back to sleep or - there's no escaping this, I can only brace myself. It's a
single bed, we shared the blanket, his wrist is touching my shoulder as he
stirs; I'm trapped. Being simultaneously frozen and with rapid breathing only
helps in cluing the waking boy on something being wrong.

I wish I could enjoy the little things about actually sleeping with my
boyfriend, like his cute heavy eyes and even more haphazard hair, but all that
feels overpowered by fear and shame.

"What's wrong?" Nagito inquired with an endearing morning rasp.

I don't know whether staying in silence makes a significant difference. "Please
don't get mad." I manage to whisper. Beg.

That seems to confuse him. Of course it does. He gets more aware of his
surroundings just like I have, shifting around, and his eyes blink wider. I
look away as the physical investigation continues, shifts of his limbs and a
decisive hand slithering and finding my hip, and subsequently, the wet fabric
of my night pants.

I'm already burning with embarrassment, but for whatever reason, Komaeda
doesn't shirk his hand away. As if there could be any doubt whatsoever, he
minutely fondles my crotch, thighs, and rapidly checks the soaked sheets around
and underneath. I felt like I could break down if he kept at it, but he did
stop.

"... Ah. So you had an accident." He states simply.

I tried to strengthen my voice before I spoke, "I'll clean it all up, I-
I promise...!"

"Calm down." Nagito said softly, his warm head leaning against mine as he
shifted closer still. He lifted up the blanket off of most of us, making the
drenched patches visible. I didn't actually calm down, but I didn't say more.


His breathing was weird. I really hoped he wasn't mad.


"Huh, Naegi-kun... do you remember what you dreamed about? Had a nightmare?" He
asked conversationally.


"I don't remember." I confessed. Not that this occurrence was necessarily
related to nightmares, for me.


"It’s okay. We can clean this later on." Komaeda placed an arm over me and laid
my head back on the pillow, joining me and nuzzling my hair.

"Um, later on...?"

"Do you mind staying like this for a bit? I know it must be uncomfortable,
though you can take off your pants if you’d like." And then he added, "I’m
really not bothered, if you’re worried about that."

The clothes were indeed an uncomfortable cling, that lowered in temperature
easily without the blanket, but I didn’t want to just... bare myself so
casually. "So you just want to cuddle for now?" I asked, at least a little
relieved that he genuinely didn’t seem put off or upset.

"Yeah. I’ll have you, wetness and all..." He presses up to me, even coming over
the wet patch on the mattress, to level his point. "Does this happen often...?"
There's a shine to his eyes that I can't understand.

"No. It happened... frequently until I was about ten..." My face burned hotly,
but I could only be sincere. "I-it hasn't happened a whole lot since then."

"But it does still happen sometimes, hmm?" He pressed, leaning his face a
little close to mine.

"Y...yes, they're accidents..." I was feeling very vulnerable with the prying
questions and his proximity. "Can we... n-not talk about this? I understand if
you don't want to share a bed again, this is why I was hesitating to accept
your offer-"

Nagito silenced me with a very soft press of his lips on mine, making a small
satisfied breathy sound when he drew away.

 "You're so cute, Naegi-kun." He caressed my cheek. "Still wetting the bed...
my boyfriend..." He placed his head over mine, sighing contently. I was...
confused. "I'm lucky, huh."



===============================================================================



I know that cock rings are not meant for this, but it was definitely doing what
Komaeda wanted it to and it hurt. My bladder felt really heavy and my member
felt constricted and I could think and want nothing more than to relieve the
pressure.

"Nagito... please untie me... Nagito..."

His expression alone drove me up the wall in every way. He was flushed, his
eyes sultry and focused, his pants bulging obviously. "Tell me how much you
need to pee." He purred.

I should be more used to this. But having my wrists bound behind my back and a
tight ring on my penis in the same context is... new.
  
I wasn’t at risk. No, Komaeda was a good partner, and he knew how to care for
his boyfriends, and he wasn’t going to keep a dangerous device on me until I
popped veins and got internal bleeding. But the desperation was  intense . I
had forgotten about him talking about a surprise, being too distracted on
holding by his request and by the start of idle cuddles. At the point when I
was squirming with effort against my full bladder and he was lightly playing
with my cock, the simultaneous bondage surprised me.

From that point it was a forced hold, and though it’s only been a few minutes,
it felt like an excruciating eternity. From the point where he put it on,
Nagito cradled my face and spoke sweet words and compliments interspersed with
kisses before he backed off to watch my uncomfortable squirming.

My breaths were harsh, my skin sweating, my cock swollen, blushing down to my
neck and with an unbuttoned tshirt remaining as my only piece of clothing.
Komaeda was also fairly worked up, panting lightly and looking on with
adoration. The begging was already past, and he wanted to draw out more
exposure and vulnerability from me, the shame of it hardly trifling when I
could barely think.

"I need to pee... really really bad," I began, cock uselessly bobbing in need.
"I can’t stand it. Please. I’m going to burst..."

Nagito listened on with delight, teasing himself by just barely kneading his
bulge. "Really now? You need it that badly? You want to piss yourself all over
the floor?"

"I don’t care." I whine, flushing redder. "Just take it off. I need to go.
Uuhn..."

He stands and crouches by me, breathing arousal-laced words on my face. "Tell
me exactly what you want, Makoto."

"I want you to take off the cock ring so I can pee." I reply, composure
dwindling further and further. "Please..."

"Are you going to pee on the floor?"

"Y-yes!"

Komaeda growls a deep purr, hand deftly reaching down and taking the instrument
from around my swollen member. The blood flow and pressure start to normalize,
and as it does so, a faint trickle starts to drip out.

I had no power or energy to hold back whatsoever. Shuddering with relief and
releasing a hoarse cry, my nether areas seemed to tingle as the trickle flowed
into a normal stream, splashing on my right thigh and between my legs.

Nagito stood in front of me, making a small sound of pleasure as he looked down
at my shameful expression and the growing puddle. He nudged his shoe up against
my perineum, letting my stream soak the ankle of his pants. I was bound and
weak, and wouldn’t mind anything he did at this point, mind fogged with the
extremely pleasurable relief.

"Cute, dirty boy." Komada rasps, tilting my penis so the tip momentarily points
upwards and gushes warmly onto my abdomen. I can only groan in the befuddled
state.
  
I don’t pee for so terribly long, my bladder never having been able to hold
that much even at full capacity, but relief still kept fuzzying my limbs even
as the stream became a thin string for a few seconds before coming to dripping.
Nagito had taken his erection out at some point, and was rapidly stroking it,
squeezing himself periodically and trying to hold back noises.

I look up at him. His pleasure-stricken face is beautiful, and I know he enjoys
the wrecked expression I have after pushing my body to a limit. I have no
qualms or resistance when he moans affectionately and shoots his load across
me, streaking my chest and face.

Even though we both have hardly caught our breaths, he crouches down again to
kiss me passionately, smearing the cum on my jaw and licking it off himself.

"You’re such a good boy. My beloved." He says lovingly, renewing my blush
despite everything.

"I love you too." I mutter, tired, and plant a kiss on his cheek.


Chapter End Notes
     psa: be careful with cock rings. It's recommended to not stay with
     them on for more than half an hour, and also, don't try to pee with
     them on. It can actually be dangerous. Health tips from someone who
     shouldn't be writing the kind of things that require that knowledge..
      
      
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***** Dawn in the dumps - Naegiri *****
Chapter Notes
     Short 15 | 3.589 w
     ► Naegiri + first kiss, in-clothes handjob
     「 My savior comes with a fall and some strips of noodles matting her
     hair. 」
     ════════════════════════════════════════════
     hi my name is Makoto Naegi and I have a big dumb crush on Kyōko
     Kirigiri
     I usually don't like to write canon settings since I heavily dislike
     anything to do with Mutual Killing Games but... opportunities. Like
     being really weak at the idea of being kissed in the quiet dark when
     I'm tired and worn from staying in the dump basement and Kiri is
     really glad that I'm alive.
     ... y e ah I've been pretty affection starved for a while now.
      
     This is pretty smushy but I also couldn't resist the smut because I'm
     weak for simple yet unconventional sexual acts, I mean, this can
     kinda count in glovefucking?
     I hope you enjoy the fic. if you hate the title pun don't worry so do
     I
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It's dark. I don't want to move. My back and neck are aching, and everything
seems to point to me still being alive.

I don't have a notion of time at all. It's just my mind and my breaths. I can't
see a thing, but I can feel what I assume to be trash, and also my limbs.
Nothing broken, somehow. The atmosphere is heavy, and it makes me want to stay
right where I am, as if it somehow has a safety.

Until I become more conscious, that is. The memories encroach- I am locked in
Hope's Peak, I had been at a class trial for the Mutual Killing Game, and I was
elected a blackened due to an impromptu forced time limit rule and sentenced to
my death.

That was all... the Mastermind's trap. Kirigiri had predicted it - that the
utter nonsense was planned, that personal stakes were being held. That the
Mastermind was outright cheating.

Our alibis were faulty - Togami's, Hagakure's, Fukawa's and Asahina's were
perfectly viable. As the Mastermind had carefully targeted Kirigiri, it was up
to me to trust her. A forced execution was... not in plans. But I had decided
she had to live, and if it was to be one of us...

I hadn't prepared to be alive at this point. I hadn't thought to see Alter Ego
still going- and able to do  something  to the slamming order so I wasn't
crushed. How far down was this, that Monokuma hadn't bothered to show up and
finish the job?

My friends were still there, likely still trying to unveil everything. They
would be vulnerable. And Kiri, she felt responsible for this turn of events...
And the others still hardly trust her...

 While getting up, just about every movement spurned a hiss of pain. I clutched
my head; it  swam . I don’t know how far I fell, but it was certainly enough to
cramp me up step through step.
 
Being knocked out for a while must have gotten me used to the smell here; it
felt faint, but was definitely a garbage dump. Rust and dust and some mold were
easily picked scents. I can’t see anything yet, so I can only hope to find some
lights activation panel or switch.
 
I did so by finding the wall and walking alongside it until a large corridor
provided a switch. At the end of said corridor was a big metal factory door,
that seemed only openable by a keycard.
 
It wasn’t the only way out, though, as a staircase climbing straight up
provided access to a more normal door, also locked. This one could likely be
opened by the Monokuma key; it made my chest tighten to realize that I wasn’t
completely drained of chances.
 
I believed they would come here - be it either to try to find me alive, or to
recover my dead body. So it shouldn't be a matter of if, but  when  they would
appear... If the Mastermind didn't somehow prevent them.
 
There were clean enough materials like shredded clothes and cartoline to design
a makeshift bed. What more could I do, other than turn off the lights to the
dump and stay on that bed, saving energy? Although the corridor could be better
to stay in, I preferred to be more easy to find, just around the center.
 
There was no telling what time it was, day or night, how much time truly
passed. I was alone with my thoughts - my worries. Everything that happened was
way heavy, but I was sure we were on the cusp of figuring out the entire dredgy
situation surrounding this academy.
 
There was nothing to be done for now, so I just laid down and tried to sleep,
or to be in a state of as little consciousness as possible.
 
Between however many hours or days that could be, with no way to count, I
alternated between laying down in varying levels of consciousness and standing
up to activate the lights and examine some of the trash. Other than the drastic
amount of still-usable items that laid around the heaps, it was strangely not
so interesting.


My salvation came during a moment of what might have been actual sleep. I awoke
to faint light and a loud noise, startling me to hell and back.
 
The emergency lights were not too practical, but I could see enough to look for
the source of the noise. A figure had fallen on the ground, and was making to
get up from said fall onto a garbage pile.
 
... It was Kyōko!!
 
"Kiri!" I called, communicating my presence and that I was still alive. "You
came!"
 
She carefully found footing and dusted off dirt from her jacket, locating me
easily. "Of course I came. I had to save you."
 
My expression brightened with gratitude, and I forced my slightly sleep-numb
legs to carry over to her, even though she had already started moving towards
me.
 
"Hey, um," I began, sneakers finding the relative safety of the floor surface.
"You have some trash on your head."
 
Kyōko blinked, flickering her eyes to the bits of food she could likely not see
- just some stray noodles - and swatting them off her hair.
 
When we were before each other, my brain rummaged for words. "Kirigiri-san, I-"
 
"One moment," She requested, briefly raising her left hand. I remained still
and quiet, and then she moved forward and wrapped her arms around me.
 
My eyes widened, heart fluttering yet feeling surrounded by weight at the same
time. I reciprocated the embrace as best as I could, the first warmth after all
this time in the empty dumpster.
 
"I’m so glad you’re alive." She murmured, relief lacing her voice. "If you had
ended up... if you had died despite having done nothing, I." A heavy exhale.
 
"You also didn’t do anything, Kiri. I hope you aren’t weighing this against
yourself..." I told her softly.
 
"I’m sorry, Naegi. All the... dumb things..." She shook her head. "Working
alone because I’m used to it, not staying with you when you were delirious, not
telling anyone about the attack. We got scattered. The Mastermind could pick us
apart."
 
I rubbed her back soothingly, and she sighed.
 
"We’re past that now, though. We can’t afford to be less than prepared. I’ll
get you out of here, but first, please have this." Kyōko pulled a plastic bag
and a bottle out of her bag. The sight of food brought to my attention how much
of a void my stomach felt.
 
We sat down while she offered both a small meal - just a quickly put together
natto sandwich with dried tomato and water - and catching up to me; telling me
about how the others were, the immediate plans for action, how we had to pick
the last trial back up with it having remained unsolved. I only listened,
nodding at times, too preoccupied with munching and drinking to talk.
 
She used moist tissues to clean our hands afterwards and gave me one for my
mouth. Just that small bit of cleanliness felt really nice and made me crave
clean clothes and a shower.
 
"Better now? You will still need some proper recovery after these two days."
The detective asked, packing away things and leaving the used tissues and
plastic among the rest of the trash.
 
"I'm fine, really... I spent most of the time here laying down."
 
"Naegi, you're not comparing some cartoline to a bed. You need some time in
clean air, with proper glucose levels in your blood. We don't know for sure
what we will face with how resourceful our captor has proven to be." She
eventually sighed. "I care about you, alright? More than I thought I would, at
first. More than I... can handle."
 
Her eyes were very soft, and she had some trouble looking at me. My heart
started pounding heavily, but I thought I had to be careful. I feel like she
knows  how I feel about her, how easily I've tripped over feelings, but I don't
want her to think she  needs  to do something for me after that trial.
 
"Kirigiri-san... I'm really glad that you care, but I don't want you to feel
like you have a responsibility to me now. There's no debt or anything, I
promise." I assured her.
 
She released a deep sigh. "Naegi, I'm going to have to be clear with you. I'm
not here just to claim a responsability or because I feel guilty over what
happened. I thought that I was perhaps mistaken, but... this is no longer a
friendship matter to me." Her head leant towards mine in an almost piercing
look, foreheads almost touching and making me have to move back slightly in
surprise. "Because I'm in love."
 
My breath caught, a hot-cold flash seeping down my spine. "W... with me?"
 
Kyōko almost looked like she could hit me, but I wanted nothing more than to be
truly sure. "Yes." Her hand clasped,  gripped  around mine. "I fell for you,
and for everything about you, including your incredibly naïve open heart."
 
My eyes were probably shining. "Kyō-" I swiftly bit my tongue, flushing
fiercely as I almost slipped and called her by her first name. "I, I mean..."
 
The violette also had an endearing, faint blush on her face, and gave a light
shake of her head with a brief smile. "I know I don't have to ask, since you're
as open-read as a book, but I want to hear you say it too."
 
"I... I'm in love with you too." I say, almost dumbly, and take her other hand
in the same way she has mine cradled.
 
"That's fine." She leans over me for a hug, holding me close even with our
oddly-clasped hands making that more difficult. We stayed like that for a few
moments, and it felt so thoroughly comforting I never wanted to leave her
embrace, to stop the feeling of her hair on my cheek and her chin on my
shoulder. As cliché as it was concerning me, I felt... lucky. But her voice did
bring us back with, "Are you ready to leave and see everyone else again? I'll
understand if you want a while to catch your bearings, but I'm not so fond of
how this place smells..."
 
"Oh. I guess I got used to it..." I replied sheepishly. "I'm ready, though. We
have to pull through all of this together. It was how we could have stood up
against the Mastermind at the start... and it's how we can do it now." I
thought for a second and added, "And I'll take a shower."
 
"And rest somewhere comfortable for a change." Kyōko stated as she withdrew
from the hug and stood up. "Let's go, then." She paced over close to the ladder
that she had fallen near to. "You go first."
 
I had almost forgotten for sure how long the climb went for, but I remember it
wasn't too bad of a distance. I looked through the dim light to the makeshift
bed and the familiar trash as I put my limbs on the metal bars, glad to be
leaving this place.
 
Kirigiri was right below me, climbing at my speed. My frail body that only got
re-nourished a few minutes ago wasn't so thrilled about the climb, so Kyōko
would tell me to not push it and actually slow down.
 
At the top, I sat over close to the edge of the chasm and saw Kiri re-check her
belongings. The door was almost in front of us, a few meters away, and since I
obfuscated Kiri's possession of the Monokuma key at the last trial to defend
her, she should still have it. I'm pretty sure she came by the ladder despite
her jump and fall near the end.
 
Though I saw the glint of silver that was probably the multiuse object in her
hand, she placed it in her jacket pocket.
 
I blinked hopefully at her. "You can unlock the door, right?"
 
"Yes. But first, there’s a couple things... I’d like to do." Her gaze looks a
bit wistful as she looks at the vast, dark emptiness below. "Couple things."
 
My heart immediately races at the implication of something she planned to do
that, supposedly, requires us to be alone.  I could be... wrong... but, aah...
I’m nervous...
 
Kyōko looks down at me, her height advantage seeming much more intimidating for
a split moment. My eyes flicker about - to the hand reaching for mine, to her
approaching face - and I feel like my heart will knot itself up with anxiety.
 
I close my eyes before I’m aware of it. But at around the same moment, I feel a
definite softness pressing against my lips.
 
My mind simultaneously blanches and screams. It’s such a small, intent, soft
touch - and I feel like I’m dying and ascending to a plane beyond.
 
Kyōko is kissing me!
 
I’m feeling so many wavering emotions that, when she draws away, I’m not sure
how long I’ve been apparently standing there with my pupils dilated and mouth
slightly parted before she calls with lighthearted amusement, "Naegi."
 
I blink twice and am almost mesmerized by the glow of her smile, even if it is
a faint curve on her lips. I don’t know what a thought is or how- what to say.
 
"Y-you... kissed me." Is what my mouth ends up forming, with the full awe that
my burning expression holds.
 
"A fine observation."
 
My hand raises to my heavy thumping heart, except I forgot Kyōko was still
holding it so now our joined hands were pressed to the chest of my hoodie. And
it splashed me in another wave of overflowing affection and whatever else I
couldn’t even describe.
 
"It seems I might have to do this more often from now on, so it's not as
shocking to you when I do it." She stated playfully. "There's... something else
I'd like to do, though. If it's not an issue." Her thumb gently caressed the
back of my hand.
 
"Whatever you'd like." I smiled, feeling that whatever she wanted to do, I'd
likely want, too.
 
"I know it could be a bit much, but..." She seemed bashful. "I really don't
know when we'll be able to really be alone again until we solve the mystery and
leave this school. And it's something I'd like to do for you as much as it is
for myself. If it does end up being too much, you should stop me, Naegi. Is
that clear?"
 
It almost seems scary, the way she's putting it, but I trust her and I know she
wants me to be comfortable. Admittedly, I do want some more time alone too-
kissing more, I'd love that. "Yes. I'll tell you."
 
She kisses the tip of my nose as if in small gratitude. Her gloved hand
disentangles from mine and carefully slips up the bottom hem of my hoodie just
slightly, sliding down past the waistband of my-

My skin electrifies and flicks a lighter into my blood, flaring my abdomen
where her hand touches and painting a blush from my cheeks to the tips of my
ears.

"K-Kiri..." I stutter, and her nose lightly bumps onto mine.

 "Shhh..." She coos; my heart almost stops when I feel the texture brush the
base of my length.
 
Her hand is inside my pants, inside my underwear, and she carefully wraps her
fingers around my penis. I let out a soundless gasp. My face feels like it had
been cooked on a stove.
 
"Is this okay?" She asks in consideration, and I’m utterly torn, because this
is very good but also too fast and forward and the texture of her glove almost
feels too much on my sensitive skin, and my grip is almost white-knuckled on
her shoulders.
 
"It's- I don't know." I confess. "Y... your glove...!" I like the fact that it
is her touching me, but this might be a little too overwhelming for- for the
first time someone does that to me.
 
Her fingers, that were slowly rubbing in a grip, slowed to a stop. "Oh. I
should have... thought of that beforehand." Her brows creased, flashing a
little disappointment in her eyes.
 
"It's- it's okay!" I quickly say; I really don't want her to consider taking
her gloves off, which could make her uncomfortable. "If you really want to do
this, can I, um. Can I do the pace?"

"Of course I want to do it," She replied in a doubtless tone. "But how do you
mean?"
 
"I mean you, uh, keep your hand still." It was already like that. "And... a, a
little further, is it okay if you...?"
 
Somehow, Kyōko seemed to take a good guess on what I was getting at, and she
dug her hand even further into my pants. It would be easier if I took them off,
but exposing myself to her was... still something else, that I wasn't sure I
was ready for. She couldn't actually see where she was touching if I kept the
clothing on, and she didn't make moves to take it off either.
 
The current adjustment let my member slide against her bare wrist, and I hissed
at the softness. Her knuckles rested up against my sac, the extent of her hand
cradling me in such a way that my length snuck into her sleeve whenever I made
a movement with my hips.
 
"Is this...?" I begin, wanting to know if it's anything like she wanted.
 
"If it feels good for you, I want you to go ahead." She replied, kissing my
forehead. She can likely feel me hardening further and further, so instead of
embarrassingly admitting that this whole awkwardly-positioned setup is fine
enough, I simply start making small movements, rubbing myself against her
wrist.
 
It's suboptimal and unplanned but it's much, much more arousing than I'd think
it to be - if I ever thought of something like this. I'm having trouble keeping
my budding noise down as Kirigiri attempts to press back against my little
bucks.
 
"You're so warm, Naegi..." She whispers, our bodies close enough that she
barely has to lean in order to kiss me, claiming my next moan directly into her
mouth.
 
I can feel her own fervor and enjoyment in the kiss; there's precum trickling
from my tip at this point, and it slides to her palm, making the glove slicker
and its texture much more bearable for the sensitive skin it's touching. Kyōko
seems to notice that, and actually makes an effort to gather more of my fluid
so she can touch me better.
 
Kirigiri carefully cradles my cock as I rock into her hand, holding onto her
body. It’s a little awkward, it’s weird, but her other arm is gladly wrapped
around my back as I slowly hump her hand. I feel embarrassed doing this, but
she breaks the kiss momentarily to mouth along my ear and pleasure is pooling
in my groin, so I have no plans to stop.

A twist of her hand with a little of her own helping has a thrust cause my
length to slip snugly into her right glove, touching her bare, moist palm. The
dual sensations of hot skin and uncomfortable texture in the tight fit make me
cry out, and Kirigiri wraps her fingers around me like that, sighing a cute
pleased noise along my jaw as she does so.
 
I'm already twitching, precum pooling into my partner's glove. Her lips reach
mine again, and I manage to breathe out between several kisses to her mouth,
"I'm... close..."
 
I moan with the few squeezes she delivers with me still inside the glove before
she draws back, stroking through the fabric at a quicker pace. I desperately
pull her body closer to mine, rubbing against her motions and gasping before I
reach climax with a shudder, stuttering out her name.

I feel light and almost dizzy as my member pulses and spurts into my boxers and
on the much gentler grip, and Kirigiri lets me try to catch my breath against
her collar, sagging a little against her.

 She gently pulls me away after a moment, drawing her arm away from my pants
and making them feel emptier, less warm.
 
I vaguely see her lifting her hand, streaked with goopy white, and considering
it. She then lowers it down, curling it under her skirt and rubbing the
substance on her inner thighs with a peculiar noise - o-oh.
 
"I just wanted to feel it. On my skin." Kyōko explained, sighing in
contentment. Another small spark of heat reflashed on my groin to know she
would go out of her way to put my... dirty stuff on her. "Your ahoge is
swishing, Naegi." Her teasing words snap me back to focus. "I've never really
seen it do that."
 
I do actually feel its movement atop my head, though I know I can't force it to
stop right away. "Ah, that's, um..." My eyes catch the movement of her
withdrawing the Monokuma key from her pocket, our distance now greater. Were we
supposed to leave now? But she hadn't... "Hey, don't you want me... to..."
 
Kirigiri chuckles, and it's a beautiful sound, the pink on her cheeks only
intensifying her glow. "I'd love the idea, but I'm afraid I would take a while
longer to be taken care of..."
 
She starts walking, and I flush brightly at the dawning of her words. "H-hold
on a second...!"
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you to the ones who keep coming back and reading my stuff, even
     if you only check the chapters for the pairings you're craving.
      I want to give a shoutout to this_fanart (source deactivated) and
     specifically page 6 of this_doujin (by 遊馬臣; NSFW at link) for partial
     inspiration on some of the interactions in this oneshot.
     [https://i.imgur.com/xJ9s3Vs.png]
***** sweet reading - Naezono *****
Chapter Notes
     Short 16 | 5.781w
     ► Naezono (2x) - First kiss and premature ejaculation | Mind-reading
     and experimenting
     1.「 Monokuma likes being a tease every time Naegi and Maizono are
     spending time together, even though they're just good friends for the
     while. All the teasing makes Naegi's crush on her almost transparent,
     so she gives him his first kiss for good measure - and for an
     unexpected result. 」
     2.「 She will tell you that she has top-notch intuition, but
     truthfully Sayaka can read minds - literally. It's a tough ability to
     have, but with Makoto, she feels much safer - and even giddy - about
     it. 」
     ════════════════════════════════════════════
     These are actually kinda old ideas.
     About the first one, I saw a post on tumblr mentioning that someone's
     friend came in his pants when he kissed a girl for the first time and
     like. Of course I had to write that idea like how could I not. Even
     though it's a non-despair AU, Monokuma exists just to cause general
     annoyance, and there's a reference to a dr1 scene in there too.
     As for the second... I didn't see too much of DR1 (vn) but the scary
     accuracy of Sayaka's intuition was... yeah. It was easy to imagine a
     "what if" scenario where she actually is able to read minds. Maybe I
     should've made it a conscious controllable ability because
     involuntary mind reading is hell.. I feel kinda bad.
     I didn't expect this to be the next thing I finished but considering
     the plot points were already sorted out...
     Also prob obvious from previous writing but. I love!! awkward
     boners!! fuck!!!!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Monokuma's general voice and cackles were very much annoying, but Sayaka found
that his drop-bys to tease Naegi whenever he spent time with her weren't so
bad.
 
Mostly because Naegi was so cute when he got flustered, as the bear didn't hold
back in bluntness.

 No one knew who was controlling this bear, and the robotics and tech-related
ultimates denied responsibility. It was usually an accusatory jumble between
some students who were tired of the antics and havoc, while others doubted the
machine mascot even existed because they never personally saw him. The bear
supposedly also had piles of blackmail, which seemed to discourage some
students from getting a proper investigation down.
 
Monokuma was smart enough to not show up too often or in too crowded places,
which made one wonder where his base of operations or resting place was to be
sneaky enough.
 
And he wasn't actually evil (debatable), just a tad annoying.


"Everyone inside here is amazing in some way, so I don't feel too overwhelmed.
There's so many great talents that people don't just focus on me, the idol,
even if I'm on the pop radar." Sayaka commented, looking over the many
different decorations, scribbles and charms adorning the outside gym lockers.
It was a haphazard, but refreshing mess.
 
"Yeah, I understand. Depending on your interests, you're going to be more
excited about being able to meet a sports star or a crafter or a musician...
but idols are the kind that everyone knows about." Makoto input. "So you're
easily an inspiration for a lot of people."
 
Sayaka smiled, letting out a little puff of air of already-treaded
conversation. "You know I'm not so much an inspiration alone without my
girls... this academy is a bit selective, but I'm sure any of them could've
been here instead of me."
 
"It makes sense that they wouldn't pick more from the same category, and search
for different categories to fill up the student quota instead... except for,
mine. Luck. They said they use a lottery drawing to have one in each class, I'm
thinking that could be a way to make the student body larger..."
 
"Are you thinking you aren't special? Well, you are, to me. We aren't just
stereotypes of our talents... and being chosen in a lottery certainly doesn't
say anything about a person."
 
"You're right, Maizono-san. It's not even necessarily evident of luck
itself..." Naegi's head shook a little.
 
With playfulness, the idol added, "I've seen some other Super High School Level
Lucks around... they aren't as cute."
 
"Oh. Um..." Makoto scratched his cheek, flushing. "I actually could be the
shortest one..."
 
"You are! Haha, such a small guy that he'll have to lean up to kiss his
girlfriends! It'll be a good rush of power for them, at least."
 
The two looked around to find the dastard Monokuma laid belly down on the
ground with hands on his chin, observing them. He was definitely not there a
few moments ago.
 
"Why do you always have to butt in?" Naegi momentarily glared, glancing about
to see if anyone was close enough to maybe help. Bar anyone showing up and
walking to where they were, their closest help was a class too focused on
losing 12v1 to the Ultimate football player in the near fenced field. Hopefully
their class would be over in the next minutes. Or minute. Please.
 
"I'm not butting, I'm eyeing and mouthing! Aren't couplies a good eyeful?"
 
"We... we aren't..."
 
"It's alright, Naegi-kun. That's how he is."
 
"You seem so afraid of being considered her date, Nae-jee. Is it a defense
reaction to cover up how badly you want to be her boyfriend and go on sickly
sweet dates and have her beautiful assets all to yourself?"
 
"You've-" Makoto's face bloomed scarlet, anger even faltering. "S-stop that!"
 
"Oh, but even if I stop talking, your thoughts won't stop, right? Maizono-san
is a very kind girl to be indulging you~ Or perhaps it's because she prefers
herbivore boys?"

"Are you trying to make a big deal out of me liking to spend time with nice
guys?" Sayaka almost giggled.

"Um, I don't know if we've told you, Monokuma, but we knew each other back in
school..." The boy tried to explain the frequency of their hangouts.

"Childhood friend romance? Sure, haven't heard that one before." The bear
handwaved. "It's so cute! Sharing memories, pointing out growth differences...
getting completely new feelings of lust pooling down in your belly...
puhuhu..."

"Monokuma... please stop." Makoto requested, not wanting things to get too
awkward. Whether he ever complied or not was a gamble.

"Are you afraid I'm getting too close to facts here? If that's the case it's
not surprising for anyone, bub." The bear crossed his arms. "If you  do  want
her, what's here to refute?"

The brunet fumbled. "I just... I don't want her to start worrying about a new
possibility, just because-"

" 'New possibility'? That's so rich I'd think you were SHSL Banker! Maizono
isn't worried at all! You can see it in her face... She already knows the depth
of your feelings. I'm just smashing a couple more cans."

Naegi jolted, turning to the idol. "You do??"

Sayaka seemed a bit sheepish, but as the robot had said, there wasn't any
visible concern or surprise in her face. "I'm an esper, remember?" She then
gave a smile, and bumped his head with hers lightly, making his cheeks burn
further. "Actually, you're just easy to read... You're too sincere for that to
not show, you know."

"I was actually bluffing on an eighty-five percent chance, but glad to know I
was right." Monokuma admitted proudly, putting a paw to his chest.

"But this... huh?" The boy paddled to not drown in the sudden information. "But
if you... if you knew, doesn't that mean...?"
 
"That I'm not rejecting you? That's right." Sayaka pointedly took his hand in
hers, just to cradle it. Her head had to tip down to lean on his shoulder. "I
was waiting to see if you'd be more forward. Monokuma didn't help me realize
that, but the way your face gets so red every time he shows up and talks about
us does make it a little more obvious."
 
"Oh... um..." Makoto vocalized, eyes wide and heart beating a mile a minute.
Her face was... very close to his like this.
 
Sayaka was simply looking at him, fairly sweetly. Her thumb rubbed his palm,
and in that warm moment it was almost as if Monokuma wasn't-
 
"It's standing right u~p~!" The bear gleefully shouted. Forgetting him was way
too short-lived.
 
"Wh-what?" Naegi spluttered.

"Your pole~"

"I-It's not!" The boy immediately rebutted, but refused to look at Monokuma.
 
"Puhuhu, maybe it  will  be then now that I mentioned it? Maybe that turns you
on? People noticing your pants look a little funny?" The bear giggled.

"Monokuma..." Sayaka began solemnly, and the mascot seemed to tense up as he
saw her stand from the bench. There was a pack of golf clubs close enough for
her to reach and grab one, which immediately made the idol look five times more
threatening. "You can be cute sometimes, but enough is enough, don't you
think?"

She looked more disappointed rather than angry, which led Monokuma to quickly
realize that he's not nearly as on top of things as he thought. "Alright,
alright! I digress. I should leave the lovebirds to actually have alone time,
after all!" The bear dashed off, but not without his usual confident-sounding
chuckle.

 Maizono paced over and put the club back as if nothing had ever happened.
Naegi looked over to where the bear had left, then quickly glanced at the
approaching girl, but his gaze averted when their eyes met.

 She sat down by him again; his blush was still strong over his cheeks, and his
hands seemed to be placed a little cautiously over his lap. A stretching of
fabric over a faint prominence could be seen with a careful look, but she
didn't stare for long. The azurette smiled with a light blush, not completely
surprised that another of Monokuma's bluffs turned out to be true.
 
"Hey, Naegi-kun... It's alright if you do have a hard-on that you can't help."
Sayaka said softly, making him feel more flustered. "You're a boy, after all."
Her head rested on the side of his, comfortingly, but she was aware that she
was teasing him with how close she pressed up. It would only make his
predicament worse.
 
"T-thanks, it's just... I feel it's kind of inappropriate." He admitted.
 
"Why?" She asked, only to be playful. "Is it because we've yet to even do...
this?"
 
The idol snuck delicate fingers around his jaw, making their eyes meet. Her
eyelashes fluttered invitingly, and barely a moment after that, she leaned in
slowly, tilted, and kissed him on the lips.
 
Maizono felt absolute heat radiating from him, feeling the way he thoroughly
melted with a substantial, nibbling, slightly wet kiss.
 
His lips were so soft, so nice to kiss, despite signs of worrying them with his
teeth sometimes. Her veins thrummed in warmth, feeling powerful in her
captivation.
 
But Makoto really was far too warm, his jaw a little too slack, his breath too
rapid and short, and so Sayaka drew away to see what was wrong.
 
His faded moss eyes were a bit glazed over, red touching his skin down to his
neck, mouth almost gasping for air despite the fact they hadn't been kissing
long enough to warrant that level of breathlessness.
 
She noted his trembling hands clenched tightly on the fabric of his lap, and a
realization came to her mind; it should be unlikely, but she couldn't see
another explanation at the moment.
 
"Oh." She giggled. "Oh wow, that's... I certainly didn't expect it to affect
you  this  much."

Naegi made a quiet noise of embarrassment, still trying to catch his breath.
There was no refute, so she found it safe to say he'd really just come from a
kiss alone.
 
"So cute." She cooed, stroking the back of his hair. "Do you want me to leave
you for a bit for you to gather your bearings? And maybe... have a change, if
you want?"
 
He mumbled something vaguely coherent, still too embarrassed to look at her.
Smiling, she planted a kiss on his cheek.
 
"We can talk later, okay? I'll look for you right before lunch, so don't go
hiding in shame under your blankets or anything. Deal?"


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Maizono let herself fall back on the couch, bringing a pause to the session
with the controller. Naegi followed pretty soon after, reaching for the water
immediately as he was much less used to singing for long periods of time.

Yeah, singing - and other multimedia approaches such as related marketing - was
her job, but the only reason Sayaka stood to it as early in life as she did and
for this long was because she genuinely enjoyed it. Being an idol carried with
a number of unwanted things, but at the same time getting to wear cute outfits
and being able to go to challenging lengths doing what she loved was pretty
lifting.

But mostly having some casual karaoke sessions was even more fun. Doing
something like this allowed her to train her voice without overworking it,
besides not having to overtly worry about messing up or about how she looked.

And it was just... so much less overwhelming, because few things could compare
to having to juggle the blurred thoughts of a crowd on top of being the group
lead.

Don't get her wrong, reading minds - actually picking up strains of people's
thoughts - was a pretty cool ability. But it was exhausting and the possibility
of being found out and having it used for nefarious purposes was awful. She
wished she could just turn off this ability at will, by the heavens, please.

Luckily, Sayaka has been able to power through until now with jokes and
statements that she just really has very good natural intuition. Seeing the
gross mental images some fans conjured of her was hell, as was seeing how many
people simply acted nice while actually being jealous of her or seeing her as a
shallow mannequin built of media corporate desires. The saving grace was how
the sincere good thoughts about her felt even more genuine, how many mental
"wow"s and "she's so cool" and some "I went through so much pain to finally see
her but it was all worth it" crossed the minds of the crowds.

Ultimately, silence felt golden.

Maizono tended to enjoy singing outings with either (or both) of the Naegi
siblings the most. They managed to be wholesome and sincere on levels she
didn't see often, while actually giving it their best to sing or perform. It
was kind of a given as they were her fans, despite being old friends, but that
latter part was definitely more important.

And especially, singing and occasional dancing was a tiring activity and
tiredness slowed mental processes. Right now the connection to Makoto's brain
was a content fuzz, nothing being invasive to her mind. Naegi's mental voice
wasn't very loud either to begin with, especially when he was directly next to
someone he considered of "higher importance or respect" according to his
thought senses, and that included her. His mind wasn't latching to any word or
sentence in particular as he panted and sipped water to restore his throat.

 There were a few perks to hanging out with someone who has a crush on you (she
couldn't note whether obviously or not obviously, given she could literally
read into it). They were nice to you, sometimes attentive, and bendable to your
wills. Makoto was easy to fluster and even easier to bend, which made him cute
for her.
 
He also  looked  cute, like a little fuzzy rodent, which was nice on the eyes
despite not being spectacularly handsome.

Knowing someone like the back of your hand can be boring, but it makes up to
that with very good resonation. By reading his thoughts she could see what was
potentially upsetting, what could lead to disagreements, what was completely
sincere; and it made their friendship pretty tranquil. She also felt in fair
good control of her own decisions. That included the awareness of his ongoing
crush - dating seemed a somewhat serious thought, too much for right now, but
there could be a lot of fulfillment for both of them by fooling around.

Sayaka gave in to a few of his simple (non-spoken) whims like physical
affection, hand-holding, but otherwise tried to be subtle about knowing what he
wanted. It's the schtick of mind-reading; as much as her intuition could be a
lead or excuse for many things, she could only show true awareness of something
if she was told, to not arise too much suspicion.

Being with him makes her comfortable enough to allow herself these thoughts of
indulgence, of knowing they could do so much as friends before he eventually
had the courage to verbally confess and she would be forced to ponder on what
to reply. For now, she could be daring and playful. But perhaps it's the
adrenaline from a karaoke session that ultimately has her moving.

She sidled up to him until their sides touched in a bounce, getting a confused
"eh?" out of him. With an expectant look to her eyes, she found his outer voice
matching his internal one for the question, "Do you want hugs?"

Naegi held an inner happiness and nervousness over the proximity.

 "Yeah... it feels comfortable." Sayaka pressed a little closer, his messy hair
tickling her face. His arm slid behind her neck, draping itself over her
opposite shoulder. His heartbeat, that had calmed after they sat to rest on the
sofa, had picked up again. At this distance, his thoughts interestingly felt
louder and had even more indeterminate "mind dust" surrounding the clear ones,
all little crush concerns, wonders,  how much does she like me? ; There's a
brief mental image of his other hand coming to rest on her waist and his nose
coming to bury in her neck and she almost shivers. He finds the whimsical
thought too daring and physically shows no signs of even having thinking it. He
holds back a lot even from the simples touches, so it's unsurprising that he
wouldn't do that. If only he knew the extent of her playfulness.

 Maizono suddenly took him into a more proper hug, making no qualm about
smushing his head against her bosom and keeping it there while cuddling. She
almost wanted to laugh at the mini-implosion in his mind at having his face
pressed right into her breasts.
 
"Doesn't it feel comfy?" She asked in a deliberately cute tone, frazzling his
brain waves further. His cheeks felt hot against her shirt, and he was tense.

"I-it's very comfy, but I'm fine! This..." He muffledly tried to reply.

Makoto was gently trying to wiggle away, and Sayaka noted his ahoge that had
pointed upwards in shock. She blew on it, and amusingly, it quivered.

Not wanting to be too mean, she let him go. He pulled away with a hard-to-
notice gasp, placing his hands on the seat for support, face notably red even
against the blue light of the TV screen illuminating them. His eyes looked
pointedly at the round breasts he'd been squished against before darting to
elsewhere in the room, his arms shifting.

The girl glanced at the movement, having picked up from his mind that even
through trying to overcome the overwhelm, the small change was very deliberate.
With the way he was sitting, the cross of his wrists obscured his lap, and she
didn't have to give twice a thought for what it was for- it sent a wave of
pleased warmth through her at the realization.

⦉  She's looking- oh no, did she notice? D-does she know now? I really hope
not...!  ⦊

 Poor boy who didn't know she could listen to his thoughts.
 
"You look super cute right now." She commented, as means to distract him. It
worked since he was looking at her face - maybe trying to keep her focus up
there - and so wasn't prepared for when she hugged him again, parting his legs
with one of hers and pressing close to him. He gasped with renewed surprise.
 
"Don't you already know it's  hard  to hide things from me, Naegi-kun?" She
smiled against his hair and bumped the crotch with her knee, making a blank
flash quickly through his mind at the moment of contact.

 He made a noise of general distress and agreement, embarrassment mixing in him
along with conflicted thoughts and feelings she could pick up on. She sensed
his sudden instinctive mental images - of undressing her top and looking at her
breasts, of holding her hips and dry-humping her like this - and how hard he
was trying to shake these thoughts off.

 A teenage boy fighting teenage boy urges, how cute. Unlike a number of her
straying-from-innocence fans that she could also read, Makoto had the extra
layered notion of needing to be more careful with his thoughts due to being her
friend. It made her flush; not to mention how easy it would be for those simple
fantasies to become reality in their situation.

"I can, ah, place something over it so you can't feel it." He mumbled, kind of
lost on how to deal with the situation.

"Hm? I'm not bothered." Sayaka answered with a small hint of innocence.

"Um." The brunet blushed further, not expecting that response. "S... sorry."

"Are you apologizing for wanting a pretty girl?" She teased, adjusting them a
little for comfort.

Naegi shook his head rapidly. "You're my friend, Maizono, I'm not going to...
think about that kind of thing..."

Except he already did, and was still actively trying not to. It was sweet, if a
little silly. From her mind-reading, she found that plenty of boys like him
downright thought girls were "pure" until proven otherwise. She raised her
delicate fingers to his jaw to make him look at her.

"You're afraid of being too dirty for me?"

His ahoge stood straight and wavered- he was being cornered. "I don't want t-
to... put you off. Because I respect you and you're not just a- a pretty figure
to look at, I don't wanna come off as a pervert-"

Sayaka glided the fingers from his jaw to his lips, making him stop talking. "I
don't think you're some big pervert, Naegi-kun." She leaned back to support her
head on the armrest of the couch. "You can't help it, because I'm teasing you
so much... It's kind of mean for me to do that to such a cute boy."

 Naegi actually agreed to an extent - he was recognizing some of her
deliberation on the situation, but there were conflicting feelings inside him.
He wanted it to stop, because he felt cornered and pressured psychologically,
but there was a tugging edge of curiosity for more of this, especially as she'd
just called him cute, which was flustering. "Yeah, being like that, it's...
really hard to keep it down..."
 
"It's my fault for teasing you, you know." Feeling boldness warming up her
body, the singer kept her eyes intently on him. "Here. I'll give you
something..."

His body tensed when he caught her hand slipping under her tshirt. "W-wait, you
really don't have to- Mmmaizono-san," He stuttered, face entirely red as he
averted his eyes from the delicate lace and cotton of her bra. She didn't miss
the way his bulge twitched against her leg. Her abilities were hardly necessary
with someone like him.

"But I'm doing it. So, please don't look away..." Sayaka batted her eyelashes
when he did look back, and placed his hand on her tummy. It was enjoyable to
just indulge in something like this with a friend she trusted, and those ways
where he basically short-circuited were a delight. She felt oddly safe.

"I'm going to take them off, ok?" The girl forewarned, and Makoto nodded once.
There was already sweat forming on his forehead.

Rather than fully taking the garment off, Sayaka slipped the bra upwards,
pulling it towards her collarbone and letting her breasts fully hang out. She
read into the brunet and his mindstate was incoherent praises and wonderment.
It was flattering, in the same warm and safe way she felt with her bandmates,
because she didn't feel predated with friendship in place.

"They look very soft..."

"Do you want to find out if they feel soft too?"

Makoto's ahoge shot up, the blush on his face running down his neck. The girl
encouraged him by leading his hand a little further up, barely touching the
bottom line of her breast, before she let go. Slowly, his hair strand loosened
from its tense state and started to wag a bit, fingers offering the lightest
touches to the side of her left breast.

"Don't be afraid. They're not super sensitive there..." Boys could be pretty
silly about breasts, but admittedly she enjoyed playing with them both for
pleasure and for fun because it had just enough bumpiness, so it was
forgivable.

He started moving it around with more confidence, discovering the flexibility
of the warm sacks. Sayaka found it a little amusing how he mentally noted that
they were big, but didn't actually voice it. His touch was curious and gentle,
and she noticed he was deliberately avoiding her nipples, but decided to let
him have his pace on that.

Makoto's fingers didn't sink in as much as he expected them to, his fondling
still fairly delicate, and he pushed his knuckles on the bottom curve to watch
how the movements made her nipples jiggle a bit. Sayaka gave a pleasant sigh as
his gentle ministrations were accompanied on the other breast by his free hand,
squeezes to feel her fullness spreading more warmth in her veins.
 
"Can I... kiss them?" The boy asked, an endearing look to his faded green eyes.
They still reflected a blue light from the television - she noted easily as his
thoughts were also distracted by the reflected glow in her own eyes.
 
"Go ahead." She calmly pulled at his sleeve as encouragement.
 
Maizono idly pet his hair as he lowered down to place his lips on the swell of
a breast, kissing along the curve. The touches were maddeningly soft, making
her breathing a little less composed. She didn't care to warn him of the
accidental brushes of tongue, scritching at his scalp in further encouragement.
 
A little squeal came out of her lips as his fingers started rubbing her
nipples, the feeling enhanced by how long he's avoided to touch them. She read
the ' cute ' that his mind echoed then.
 
Through his kissing and touching that gradually built up pleasure, Sayaka
recalled the hard bulge touching her leg, the fabric doing nothing to make it
feel unnoticeable.

"Mmm- Naegi-kun..." She murmured, gently holding his hand.

"What is it?" He asked, dry-throated, immediately stopping what he was doing as
per her interruption. He was a good boy.

"I was thinking..." Sayaka began to sit up, "Since I've opened like this...
would you let me see you down there?"

His mouth opened without any sound for a second, before he nervously replied,
"Ah, yeah... sure." Makoto hesitated before reaching down to unbutton his
pants, but she stopped him.

"Let me." She explained, substituting his hands in pulling out the button and
unzipping. His mind was a fizzy anxious mess.

Once the trousers were loose, the bulge in star-printed boxers was much more
obvious. It looked a little pink at the tip where it pushed into a wet spot of
transparency. Looking at it pushing against fabric - it wasn't even big - made
her again inwardly glad to not have to pack this extra stuff that men did.

 It didn't surprise her whatsoever, considering how frequently dicks were in
people's minds. She'd seen so many dicks without ever having seen anyone naked,
not even at - regretful times - that jotting down her friend's waistband felt
less of a novelty than it should. It-
 
"I'm sorry if it's gross...?"
 
Naegi would have to experience being able to read anyone's thoughts to see what
gross  really  was. "It's not, don't worry." She smiled, and gently touched him
to add to it.

The reddened thing gave a little twitch as soon as her fingers brushed it,
feeling the heat of the skin. "Is it okay for me to touch?" Sayaka sought the
assurance, though she knew the answer, momentarily looking at his eyes.

"Yes..."

The singer pressed the pads of her fingers down on it with a grip, feeling the
hardness. She could trace the slight contour of veins up to the head where his
tip was trying to peek out through protective skin. She smeared the clear
liquid from his slit around the tip, causing a tremulous gasp to escape him.
 
"T-that's... really sensitive..." Makoto explained, watching her curious
touches.
 
"Sorry~" Was her coy apology, actually enjoying that noise he made. She found
the foreskin to be slidable, and pulled it a tidbit down his shaft, revealing
more of his head. It worked on the other way too, and could be gripped upwards
in such a manner that she could enclose his entire tip with it. If she pulled
it down as far as it could go, it revealed a slight ridge differentiating the
glans from the rest of the shaft. Her fingers brushed that ridge and he bucked
a little.
 
"It's really overwhelming if you... just focus near the tip." He said
bashfully, and she actually recognized the kind of sensitivity he was talking
about despite not sharing the parts. There were similar feelings to when she
went for her clit without proper masturbatory foreplay first, and usually had
to stop from the odd, too-much overwhelming sensation. It's weird to sense that
wavelength through someone else's thoughts.
 
"I'll be more careful. It just looks interesting to move the skin like that..."
Sayaka smiled sweetly to feel his heart deliver a jumbo beat, and went back to
her exploration. "Can you spread your legs a little?"
 
He had to shuffle the underwear more down his legs to do so, and despite
feeling the embarrassment radiate from him, he complied. His sac was much
easier to see and reach like this.
 
"I thought these would be the more sensitive ones." Maizono commented while
fondling the surprisingly soft testicles.
 
"Yeah, sort... of?" Simultaneous to his response, she saw him recall a memory
of accidentally getting hit in the balls. That... was not exactly the way she
asked about, but she sympathized.
 
They didn't feel as responsive as his cock, being super pliable in her hands,
but there was a faint tightening when she squeezed them (making sure not to do
it hard). It was super easy to understand men's love for loose and baggy pants
after touching these.
 
Sayaka surprised him by suddenly wrapping her hand around his stiff erection,
making him groan. She simply enjoyed the hot, moist feel against her skin, and
how moveable it was, being able to point it in multiple directions and tug it;
Makoto was such a good patient boy to be putting up with this. He was uttering
small moans and his mind was becoming fuzzier - she knew how to masturbate a
cock by motions because of the amount of young men at trains who were exhausted
from work or class and looked forward to getting home to do it to themselves.
 
As Naegi had started to shudder and more pre-cum leaked down his shaft, she let
go of him, aware of the own creeping warmth between her thighs that had not
left her. As feelings of curiosity and confusion brewed in his mind, she pulled
him forward and down on top of her, the boxers and pants tying his legs
effectively trapping portion of his movement.
 
When she felt some resistance in him letting his full weight on her, she made a
cute hum of protest, pulling his face down between her breasts and toppling his
balance. He questioningly mumbled her name with a voice muffled by warm skin.
 
"This feels really nice..." Sayaka sighed, feeling safe this close to him and
excitement to have his thing pressing along her thigh.
 
"I-it does..."
 
Purposeful, she shifted her waist about, wrapping her legs around his hips and
pushing him more fully against her, making his cock press right against the
center of her panties. They both gave low moans of pleasure, the wetness of her
arousal making the comfy fabric separating their genitals almost pointless.
 
"Maizono-san..." Makoto groaned, shuddering when her lower lips began rubbing
up against his shaft through the cloth.
 
Her hips ground up against his, "Do it too... ahhn..."
 
He did, having no resistance to her request. Naegi thrust down against her
heated core, grinding enthusiastically with a loss of inhibitions. Although she
could hardly harness her power properly with her own brain fogged with
enjoyment, she could only pick up from nothing to incoherence in the boy's
mind, which was in line with his almost desperate humping.
 
Every rub and nudge on her sent shocks through her system, which she let
herself get as lost in as possible, because she wanted to try and achieve an
orgasm along with him. She made to reach for his hair to guide him down but -
as if  he  had read her mind this time - Makoto dipped his head on his own and
started smooching her breasts. Still surprisingly gentle, but the tongue
flicking on her nipples made her moan unabashedly.
 
His grinds were getting more uncoordinated, and wide enough in reach that she
felt precum smearing at her inner thighs and even the top of her panties. There
were so many cute sounds of pleasure loosening from his throat, gasps of effort
and moans that rose a pitch above his usual tone. Hearing someone else pant
alongside her drove her arousal deeper, and she only tried squeezing him
tighter against herself, breasts coming to actually bounce with the movements
and making his work all that difficult.
 
Until he latched lips to a nipple and sucked to hold the boob under better
control, making her whine and almost trying to instinctively shove his length
inside herself even through fabric.
 
Sayaka was very delighted with how close to the edge she was, hips shaking and
hands scraping under his hoodie and pulling at his hair in this simple ecstasy.
Makoto unsurprisingly lost it first, though, falling off rhythm completely as
he had to draw his mouth from her breast and slowing to shaky, languid rubs as
he cried out. The idol felt his erection vividly twitch and alongside it, what
she could only describe as thick warmth - a  lot  of it. She rode the feeling
of cum coating her underwear and Makoto's attempts at continuing humping into
her own climax, focusing on the messy slides against her clit and the cool air
brushing her hardened nipples. Little broken-off gasps fell from her parted
lips and she arched her neck back against the armrest.

 Soft panting filled the air in the aftermath, Makoto leaning heavily against
the backrest and trying to smush between it and her so as to not just put his
entire dead weight on her body. Sayaka felt the patches of stickiness from
sweat, his saliva on her breasts, and of course the absolute mess under her
skirt and between her thighs. These panties would be completely unusable before
some thorough washing.
 
She glanced over at Naegi; his face was deeply flushed and sweat coated his
neck, and he looked tired. His mind was mostly a faint nothing, with adoration
directed at her subconsciously.

In the still hazy sway, Sayaka realized that things would likely be harder to
clean if they dried up, so she cautiously got up and made for one of the
tables, picking up a box with papers. It was then placed on the arm of the
couch. Makoto blinked up at it.

 
She handed him a couple tissues, idly fixing up her bra and lowering her shirt
back over her torso. "Here. I'll change underwear and come back soon." As she
walked off, she gave a playful look. "If you're too tired for singing you can
wait in my room. We can mess around in the audio softwares."
 
Sayaka probably just ruined his ability to actually focus on the song-studying
and the softwares themselves, but if that was the case, it would still end up
fun nonetheless.
Chapter End Notes
     writing has been more difficult for this past while. upsetting things
     in general, my years old computer suddenly dying... overall not
     feeling too great. i'm kinda trying to... not think about it, haha...
     also, shoutout to this naezono lemon that is really well written and
     bittersweet and I love the descriptions so much,,.
      
     [https://i.imgur.com/xJ9s3Vs.png]
***** entwined roots - Komakoto *****
Chapter Notes
     Short 17 | 3.794
     ► saplingcest - many kisses, touching, 69
     「 Though Makoto goes to a highschool full of talents, the most
     incredible person to him is back home. 」
     ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
     I want to note that there doesn't seem to be a ship name for Makoto/
     Komaru; I think " saplingcest" would be really fitting, or otherwise
     "komakoto" which joins our first names, as opposed to, for instance,
     "komaegi" which combines mine and Nagito's last names. I wanted to
     put Komakoto in the summary to continue with the established
     portmanteau name thing, but worried people could still think it's
     Komaegi even though by that convention the name would be "nagikoto"
     or "makogito" or similar.
     this is something of a treat for myself, as saplingcest is... a
     definite comfort ship for me. There's another oneshot of this couple
     planned but due to plot it's gonna take way long and probably be set
     as a separate work. That's why I wrote this one as a shorter option
     first. It is pretty fluffy.
     I personally see Komaru as one year younger than me (i.e. february
     then may of the next year). Max two.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
For the prior weeks, Makoto had been thinking about this moment. Coming up to
his sister, leaning down to hug her tightly, immediately getting to sate all
her curiosity of Hope’s Peak by being drilled by her questions.

Except it went a little different; when he got to his parents’ home for break,
he had to look  up  at her when she came down to smush him in an embrace.

... So much for getting taller when she was  also  growing.

"Makoto nii-san! おかえり!" Komaru beamed, a ball of warmth and happiness.

"Thank you, Komaru... I’m happy to be back."

It was a while before they decided to part, a slight ache on skin where the
hard drawn-out hug squeezed. A good reminder.

"You hungry? We still have the lunch up on the table for you." The girl
quipped.

"I'll definitely take that." Makoto replied gratefully, stepping in.

"How's the food at the academy? Is there a good cafeteria because honestly I
worry about you making food sometimes-"

"Ah, don't worry! There's a cafeteria, and students who are talented cooks
actually spend some time showing off their skills, though you have to pay
separately for the best custom dishes if you wanna go out of your way for
them..."

The siblings easily fell into conversation, which their parents soon joined in
when they greeted their son near the waiting food. There was enough catching up
to do that their mom suddenly exclaimed mid-way that she forgot to re-heat the
lunch, which Makoto said he didn't mind and hadn't even noticed.

Nor did Komaru who stole bits of his food every now and then, with Makoto not
flinching at all about it as if it was the norm. He wasn't really hungry,
either. When mom softly chided her, the boy had to laugh and say "It's okay,
let her pilfer a bit."

Under the table, Komaru wove their hands together and Makoto let their fingers
entwine, squeezing in relaxed trust.

It wasn't something to hide, not really, but they were... careful.

It was many a thing they did together - they held hands, and touched arms, and
leaned on each other. Purposeful brushes of skin. Not being overt with their
parents around. What's some affection between siblings? What proof would they
have of rushed makeouts behind doors and hushed whispers accompanying needy
twists of hands and fingers inside pants?

Although Makoto was wary of his luck cycle potentially turning the situation
around and causing a slip up despite their carefulness, the Naegi parents
didn't know anything yet. Which was just fine. Whatever reaction they would
have to the relationship - it could wait, or even be avoided.

Komaru did not expect to fall in love with her older brother - her small, soft,
bedwetting brother. Roughly a year older than her, even if the opposite seemed
true. When girls in her class had discussed feelings for boys, she'd gone
"oh.", and when she asked what made them recognize the feeling as different
from a good friend kind of feeling she'd gone even more " oh ."

She felt like a stupid girl with a stupid crush, which was aided by the couple
kinds of manga she'd looked discussions about - the sister was either
possessive, or the older brother was talented or strong or hunky, and it didn't
match their dynamic at all.

Also her brother was super soft in the way he would just fall in love easily,
she knew that.  What if he likes a girl that turns out to be yakuza and they
beat him up?  is a kind of concern she'd have.

It was only after a number of things, like being mistaken for a couple when out
- and  neither  speaking up to correct it - and some more than just situational
shyness around her, and closeness getting even closer... she realized, her
heart thump-a-thumping in her ears;  when I thought he'd fall in love easily, I
never even considered it could be with me.

The day she decided to make a move, Komaru hadn't said something like "don't
laugh" or "be sincere", because she really didn't need to say those with him.
So her words were direct, both courageous and timid; "I like you. I want to
kiss you."

It looked as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, and so simply got as
close as possible and nervously shut his eyes- and they both closed the
remaining distance.



To this day Makoto's heart still skips when his memory echoes the barrier-
crushing-

"好きだ。君をキスがほしいよ。"

Back to the present, Makoto's eyes dilate, always melting inside when she says
it just the way she did back then - and now is no different.

He complies with a longing mouth that misses her taste and warmth, and she
sighs so contently that it was if his his lips were the long awaited dessert to
the earlier lunch.

They didn't stay on that long, even if they could risk it a little with their
parents having gone for a short grocery run to accommodate getting the fourth
member of the family back in the house.

"That plan of ours..." Makoto smiled sheepishly, just as his sister happily
used his legs as a pillow.

"Oh yeah, how was that bit in school? Did anyone catch your eye?" The girl
inquired, well remembering their hypothesis of before he left for Hope's Peak.

"There's no one I feel the same way with yet... maybe some but- not to this
level." He gently caressed a thumb on his sister's cheek.

Komaru slowly sat up, taking his hand and keeping it on her face while
caressing it instead. "Your feelings haven't faded, either, then."

Makoto gave a nod, and a low outtake of breath. "We were kinda expecting that,
weren't we? That maybe if I met other people, it'd take my mind off you..."

"It didn't work." Komaru continued factually. "It might be a little selfish,
but..." She bumped her nose on his and briefly nuzzled, "I'm glad that was the
case."

"I'm also glad..." His eyes fell, a little downcast. "We were so worried that
this was better off not continuing because of what others might think, and... I
realized I was weak for trying to go with that. I love you, and I want to keep
loving you, and this is more important than reputation or whatever else."

"I would never give this up, either." The brunette quickly smooched his lips.
"I actually tried to imagine you with other girls and it was kind of silly, but
I felt protective. Like I had to go to Hope's Peak and expressly give some kind
of permission to the girl to share you with." She giggled.

"Yeah... maybe that'd be awkward..." The boy commented, and tipped his head
upwards, angling it so that their ahoges brushed, causing a shiver to course
through them.

"It doesn't need to be..." Komaru started adjusting herself to get their
signature hairs to touch more, before sparing a glance to the door and
remembering that their parents should be back soon, So she just twisted her
body and jumped off the couch with more flair than necessary. "Like, you know,
you could always tell the lucky boy or girl in love that there's someone else
in the picture they would have to accept, and saying it like it's an everyday
matter, expressionlessly note, 'it's my sister'! If you really trust them, of
course."

"That sounds like something a manga character would do..."

"I'd say that being accepted into that academy proves how much of a manga
character you are, nii-san. It wouldn't be out of place at all."

"I can't deny that, actually... hm, a lot of people there look like something
you'd find in a shonen cast..." Even in his own classroom, no single person
looked like each other at all.

"Don't say that, I'll get even more hyped to meet your friends!" Komaru
basically squealed. There were some internet forums that got almost creepy on
the level of info they shared about Super High School Level students, but she
didn't visit those often for the ease of false rumors swooping around.

"Ah, you remember Maizono right? Maizono Sayaka... she's in my class." Makoto
said with wonder, knowing his sister was almost as big of a fan as he was.

"Of course! You're so lucky, onii-chan. Being able to study with an idol you're
a fan of, that's way cool... hey, when we share numbers for my new phone, can
you give me hers? If you have it? I hope she hasn't forgotten about me from
being your middle school classmate."

Though the boy was about to reply, they heard a noise that signified their
parents coming back, and rushed over to meet them right away.

The adults were amused at their children's excitability with checking out new
groceries and helping with them, even as this had been a small run.

"Here's the pocky I asked for! And some of our favourite candy..." Komaru
commented as she took the colorful packages out of the bag. "It's been super
easy to just eat plant-based stuff, I've been learning to cook curry for myself
that way because it's cheaper, too..."

"That's great! I'm really proud of you, Komaru." Makoto beamed, also giving a
meaningful glance to the pocky. It should be conspicuous why she requested it
now that her brother was home. Internally, he smiled.

"You were right, more people should just try it out. It feels way better doing
the compassionate stuff." The girl passed over the leeks and sweet potatoes to
her father who was putting away the fridge items.

"Komaru, please don't eat all of the pocky yourself." Their mother said rather
jokingly.

"Ah, don't worry mom! I'll share with him." At this, she furtively gave Makoto
a sweet wink.

It was hard not to blush at that, but the boy tried to fight the blossoming
warmth anyway.


--


Their parents go to bed somewhat early - or rather, at a reasonable time.
Teenagers just push the clock whichever way.

They were already checking out videos and anime recs that Komaru was animated
about showing him when their mom said they'd sleep, wake us up if you need
anything, we're happy to have you here on break Makoto. So although nothing
really changed, the mood felt a little different for the couple. A sense of
more freedom and safety of any interaction that came with being alone.

It didn't affect them completely right away, but Makoto felt safer in lifting
his head from its rest on his sister's shoulder to kiss her cheek, then her
lips as she turned to accept it. Though they kept browsing niconico and
searching for the new release info on songs and manga they were looking forward
to in Komaru's computer, its importance slid slowly to the background as they
continuously stole kisses.

The subjects didn't even change - they'd just finish a normal sentence on this
artist or that uploader and turn their head to press lips together, a little
brush, a little nibble, and go back as if nothing happened. But the kisses
started becoming more frequent, longer; when Makoto made to draw away Komaru
just chased him to make the contact longer, nibbles became fuller, mouths
opened to brush tongues.

It reached the point that the screen was forgotten to their eyes as they simply
looked at each other, arms reaching to hold shoulders and shirts as their
mouths met with increasing intensity. They licked into each other's lips and
made small cut-off noises of pleasure, barely parting to breathe as their heads
tilted to reach wetly and deeply into one another. Makoto shuddered as Komaru
pressed her chest down against his and grazed the back of his teeth, and in
turn she squeaked a little when one of his hands distractedly found her behind
and tried to push her closer.

Neither was aware of the fact their ahoges had come to curl into a rough heart-
like shape, Komaru's eyes fluttering as her brother needily suckled on her
tongue. The previously alright space made of two chairs pushed together and a
table whose edge they could easily bump against with a brusque movement was
becoming awkward, too small and unsteady for their passion.

"Makoto..." Komaru managed to breathe out, a grip close to his collar. "Can we
move to the bed?"

They were always a little shy about admitting what they wanted, about caving in
to the base desires. Makoto nodded, his red flush mirroring hers. They
disentangled and pushed the chairs away from the table, the girl letting out a
heady sigh as his brother met her lips again as soon as she sat down on her
nearby bed.

"It's been so long..." Makoto muttered, the movement of his mouth breaking the
faint line of saliva that strung connected between them.

"I can't believe I survived all this time without this," Komaru only managed a
breath of a giggle.

As they regained the bearings in their lungs, she led him fully onto the bed
and snuck her mouth around to his ear, placing kisses and bites on his lobe.
Makoto gave a small moan, their position making it easy for their ahoges to
naturally reach for each other and brush together continuously, sending thrills
of pleasure down their spines.

"Oh- mmmnn..." Komaru shivered when she roughly bumped their heads together to
incline them, rubbing the idiot hairs together more firmly. Makoto squeaked at
the stimulated sensitivity, his fluffy strand twitching against her longer,
slimmer one.

Their current position kept their eyes downcast and it only pushed their
growing lust, as Makoto was easily faced with the large double roundness of his
sister's breasts and she could see the tent pushing up the crotch of his pants.

"Ah, yeah, they grew some more, I... can't wait to show them to you." Komaru
said sheepishly, making even something like that sound innocent.

She took her shirt to pull it over her head, and Makoto courteously did the
same to his own, not in the least because he was starting to feel pretty hot.

The cute dotted bra indeed seemed of a slightly bigger size, and Makoto felt
the (nervous?) thrills in his blood at the casual attractiveness of his sister.
Her face was already really pretty, especially with the two long side bangs
framing it, but the creamy cleavage was also tough to look away from. There
were a couple dots of acne close to them but he didn't mind at all.

Though he was flushed looking at her, she was also happily taking in his nude
chest, and quipped, "Is it me or do you look a little more toned?"

"Huh? I have no idea, actually..." It was tough to really compare his (minimal)
effort in P.E. at middle school with now, with actual ultimate athletes in his
class. Even if it was just her, he appreciated it.

"Maybe you're growing? Not that it bothers me either way, you know I like you
as my cute and cuddly big bro~" She happily confessed, and her fingers twiddled
his nipples.

Although not exactly the kind of adjectives growing boys want associated with
them, Makoto enjoyed every little praise his sister had to give, and figured he
would have to be cute to be related to someone as adorable as her.

He lightly squirmed as Komaru's playing fingers on his nipples sent waves of
arousal through his body, his hands occupied with reaching behind her to
unclasp her bra. There was a stalled moment as his muscle memory recalled the
motions, and after the click the girl had to stop chest-fiddling to take the
clothing piece off.

With a swallow, Makoto noted that her nipples seemed to have grown just a
little bit, and felt his mouth slightly watering just seeing them sticking out
from the tantalizingly round breasts.

"It feels nice to let them out, but of course I can't always be like this." She
nervously giggled; but truly, she did like them; they were fun.

As she raised her hands to palm them just to feel them free, Makoto did so as
well, ending up fondling them with extra help. Komaru was delighted, rubbing
the undersides of the mounds briefly before touching her nipples. The boy saw
the clue and took over for her, rubbing and circling and gently pinching the
nubs. With a pleased groan, Komaru let her hands drop, using them to slide off
her pants instead, leaving her clad solely in panties.

"Komaru, you're way cute like this..." Makoto muttered with a thumping heart
before dipping down to suck the side of a breast.

She gasped with that new attention, his fluffy hair tickling her skin. Her eyes
darted after fluttering, seeing her brother absentmindedly shift his thighs in
discomfort, erection unhelpfully straining against the front of his trousers
instead of pointing to the side for more comfort. She almost made him choke on
his own ministrations when she pushed her hand onto his crotch, teasingly
rubbing before unbuttoning him and unzipping. Damp-tipped black boxer fabric
pushed out less strainingly onto view.

Komaru endured perhaps four seconds of Makoto tonguing a nipple into his mouth
to suckle before she grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him down against the
mattress, pressing onto his body.

It was likely mostly psychological, but her weight felt smothering, as though
everything but the bed on his back was entirely her.

Makoto gasped and Komaru hummed a lingering moan when she sat heavily down on
his bulge, swaying her hips and grinding her panties on his underwear with
impatience.

"I missed this... prrrr..." She sighed, hot breaths mingling with her
brother's. "Nnn... nii-san..."

"Me too... ah... I'm glad we-" His sentence was cut off with a hitch of breath
as the tip of his bulge jutted against her covered entrance for a lingering
moment, with Komaru whining softly as she dug even deeper as if trying to get
him inside her like that.

It was hard to force their quivering, grinding bodies away from each other, but
they would have had trouble getting things done like that.

"Take it off." Komaru incited while slipping the wet panties off her legs.

"Yeah." Makoto agreed, pushing his pants down and off as well, letting his
modest length jut out in the open.

The girl was already rubbing fingers against her folds as she commented,
"Aah... We got no condoms right now, but we can buy them soon. It's fine
though, we don't have to go all the way until then."

"I don't mind." Makoto replied, and sincerely, he wouldn't really mind if they
could never bump uglies that way either- because doing anything with her
already set his heart aflame and safe.

 He reached down to catch a string of his precum so it didn't fall onto the
bed, just as Komaru withdrew her hand from herself. Seeing the glistening
fluids on the other's hand - and wanting to lick it - soon clicked the same
idea for them.

A brief communication going something like  "This good?" "Yeah."  sounded while
they positioned themselves on their sides, lowering fluidly down on each
other's bodies and bearing kisses along groins and thighs.

Komaru gave an urging hum as she parted her legs in response to her brother's
loving smooches and licks close to her inner thighs, and he gladly started
lapping and kissing at the revealed bounty. Moaning lowly, the girl gently
grasped the small bobbing length of the luckster and began wetly kissing it,
feeling it twitch. Makoto gave a relieved moan at the slippery contact, the
sound vibrating up into her.

They were not a quiet pair; each jolt of pleasure and mind-numbing sensation
prompted a sincere noise of pure feeling, and they only became truly muffled
like this- filling their mouths with one another.

Makoto's tongue slipped easily into her very wet canal, faintly feeling the
response of her walls on the enjoyable intrusion. In tandem, Komaru dipped his
erection past her lips and tasted the dribbles of precum at the back of her
tongue, finding no trouble in taking him down to the hilt. The muffled sounds
caused shudders against hot flesh, syncing, enhancing their pleasure
remarkably.

Komaru soon started moving her head, hand cupping and caressing the sac hanging
down towards the bed, and Makoto wasn't far behind in rhythmically thrusting
his tongue into her, fingers reaching around to caress other sensitive parts
close to the opening.

The heat was incredible, and the task of keeping up with being pleasured while
working to satisfy the other was nearly dizzying. Their breathing was growing
frantic and their noises were rapid hummed whines.

They didn't know the exact points when Komaru started sucking the throbbing
piece and Makoto started swirling nose-deep into her, and it was hectic.

It could almost look like a competition, but the truth is they were so
enthusiastic and wanton about giving the other pleasure that the pacing was
simply out of control.

They felt hazy and urgent as their arousal grew to the height of climax, Komaru
trapping her brother's head in the grip of her thighs as she quivered and
Makoto bucking his hips and tensing up as his cock twitched in finality and
spurted laces of white into his sister's mouth.

Breathing became a momentary priority as they disentangled from each other,
gasping among the dying euphoria. Komaru was able to move sooner, mumbling a
little incoherently about how that was good,  so good , as she snatched up some
tissues for them to clean up.

"I love you, Makoto." She sweetly stated as she dropped a tissue on his face,
playful. The tired boy had to reach up for it to be able to see again, his
noise of exhaustion interrupted by an upside down kiss from the girl.

"Love you too, Komaru." He replied when they parted, a lazy smile rising on his
lips.

The many fluids were soaked up and rubbed off, the tissues scrunched and rolled
up and thrown in the trash. They threw on loose night clothes and sprayed a
small bit of air freshener just in case, since they wouldn't leave the door
locked and sleeping together naked was a bit much for their parents to stumble
upon.

Though they went back to the forgotten computer, it was likely that they would
sleep soon. Sleeping could especially be looked forward to when it involved
long single-bed cuddling sessions beforewards.

Looking over the new playlist she'd set up for them including the theme songs
to the latest animes of this past year, Komaru recalled something. "Hey, can we
sing together tomorrow? I missed that almost as soon as you left."

Makoto nuzzled her cheek. "There's nothing I'd want more."
Chapter End Notes
     i still have to work a lot on my japanese so if my couple sentences
     were wrong/off somehow please feel free to tell me. basically it's a
     small reminder that though this is all written in english, we are
     still in Japan speaking actual Japanese within the fic's reality.
     personally I'm not feeling much better but at least I finally got the
     new computer set up, so i can draw now.
      
      
     [https://i.imgur.com/xJ9s3Vs.png]
***** sunset red on your gaze and under our skin - Kamuegi *****
Chapter Notes
     Short 18 | 3.063w
     ► Kamuegi - semi-public sex, accidental voyeurism (by Tōko), rimming,
     anal sex
     「 He's attractive and magnetic and forward in a way that makes my
     knees a little weak, that makes me wonder if he can assuage my guilt,
     to give me repenting pain. 」
     ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
      
     Someone wanted kamuegi some time back and although this is... not
     exactly a conventional fic, this had the easiest flow for me. I did
     try to fulfill a couple things that were suggested though.
     This is something of an AU where the sdr2 class was put in the
     simulation, but without Izuru/Hajime (who was not part of said class
     and was not delirious with despair), at least not yet. In this
     interpretation my luck cycle has also caused more serious effects in
     my life and I am not considered/recognized as SHSL Hope to the extent
     I am in canon.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Maybe we should put him in the simulation with class 77B... but if he doesn't
revert to Hajime... if he somehow appears in the simulation as Izuru... we
don't know how we could deal with that yet or how bad it could go.
 
This is something I've thought a number of times, because I see this despair-
abiding student - Izuru Kamukura - fairly frequently.
 
Despite what he did under that new name, despite killing and lacking in
empathy, he has done nothing against us. In fact, his multitalents have solved
minor to major issues within spectacularly small windows of time, without
apparent motive - being the only reason the rest of the foundation even lets
him be free within the building without shackles and sedatives.
 
He has striking red eyes and way-too-long ink black hair that trails almost
like a cape behind him. There is no point to guilting him- he doesn't feel that
or anything else, being unlike the ones driven to despair and to take sick
pleasure in killing others and mutilating themselves. He is... undriven, you
could say.
 
Izuru is actually a nice student called Hajime Hinata who gave up his own
memories to become a chimera of talents, an artificial hero. New name and
appearance and life - but Hajime is still within him. I don't think a
experiment like that, even if I don't know the exact procedure, could wipe or
break a soul.
 
I'm not the only one who thinks so. My ex-classmates-now-colleagues also think
it's worth a try, and most importantly, so does Kamukura.
 
Though I am afraid of my luck's unpredictability hurting others, as it has well
done some damage on myself, I am still metaphorically a mat (a fluffy one), who
comes off as amicable to people.
 
I thought that and my willingness to help him are what often drew Izuru to me;
at this point I know there is more and, in a way, we both feel that. We both
know.
 
It's unsurprising for him to find me in this empty lab room. Maybe I've even
unconsciously come here with the expectation of him showing up. This could have
seemed like a pre-murder scene in a manga, the way I'm looking out the window
and turn to find a tall dark figure with vacant red eyes at the door. Who then
proceeds to close said door.

[close-up of the left side of Izuru's head with the faint light of sunset.]


I'm completely calm, though.
 
Actually, that's a lie. The sight of his neck and the line of his jaw under the
cinematic ambient of dying sunlight have me kinda warming under the collar.
 
A lot of our time is silence, overall. He's a man of few words. We greet, he
comes forward with what might be purpose and looks like disinterest.
 
I don't mind silence - when I'm not looking at him. Dragging silence tends to
tempt my eyes to wander over his features and he's likely noticed it in the
past.
 
If he did, he never said it- at least not until now.
 
I don't feel resistance or a need to step away when fingertips trace under my
jaw. His curious eyes retain interest, a deep rumble of a "hmm" coming out of
him.
 
I let him give me these delicate touches, not feeling or looking determined but
not quite tired either, merely giving him a passive aura.
 
"Naegi Makoto..." He begins, tracing a cheek and temple and shell of an ear.
"You like men."
 
I flush - had I been before? - and grit back some unprofessional noise or
another. "Not only." Is my response.
 
Kamukura finds me interesting. There must me a way he sees it's not fear
keeping me here. He's attractive and magnetic and forward in a way that makes
my knees a little weak, that makes me wonder if he can assuage my guilt, to
give me repenting pain.
 
There was no way to save anyone from death but I still felt the weight of
responsibility, and though I appreciated the trust of Hina and Hiro and Kiri
and even the less-prone-to-say-good-things Tōko and Byakuya, there were things
they wouldn't do that sometimes I felt I- needed.
 
"You don't pity me. You are not scared." The ink-haired states factually, and I
have no need to confirm it. "Is it because of hope?"
 
"Not entirely. I do have faith that you will return to being a better person -
but also, I feel like you wouldn't just kill me."
 
It's not like it's out of the realm of possibility; after all, Syo kills those
she finds attractive in bloodlust. But Izuru doesn't kill for that.
 
If he feels attraction this might as well be it, the gentle cradles and brushes
of fingers across my face, unrelenting. Like he's mapping my features. Or
kissing them with his hands.
 
"I don't see why I would kill someone who could give me purpose. As you are
trying to do with the others."
 
Kamukura parts my lips with two fingers and I open my teeth. I don't bite him.
His eyes, the rings of red tinged with fascination, keep watching my unexpected
passiveness.
 
The look of him is that of a somber stranger yet all of him draws you in, a
contradictory situation. Not all talents he was somehow infused with were
manual, in all likelihood; or perhaps I don't want to believe that I'm feeling
raw attraction of my own accord.
 
"The head of the fourteenth division is... like this." He mutters. I cannot
reply with the exploring fingers in my mouth, scraping inner cheeks and rubbing
tongue. But I'm just a teenager, not a leader for signing up to it, simply
ending up here for the amount of love I have and how many things I want to
protect. "You trust me."
 
I lean a little back so it's just the tip of his digits against my lips. "No. I
like you." It's a little different.
 
"There's nothing to like." He responds, and it's as empty as his other words
sound but it could be a hiss.
 
"You- aren't the type of person you yourself would want."
 
I can say that because there's nothing about himself he likes. He's ever out
and about around the building he's confined to, seeking somethings, someones.
 
"That's... not wrong." Izuru concedes. "Don't like or dislike- just rely on the
ones who can feel, to have an idea of my self. And those who created me, are
gone."
 
Killed like so many other people. Though it frightens me that they would make a
Frankenstein-esque experiment on a real person like this for a test on creating
something of a... hero.
 
"You're Hajime, even if not right now. And I like you anyway. I have... faith
in you."
 
"And other things." He adds.
 
"And other things." I echo in admittance, my gaze drawing lower to his lips.
 
"If I said I can feel faith, and can feel the other things, for you- would you
believe me?"


Izuru is so tall. Though he might have had the patience to dip in and kiss me,
he raises me by the collar instead. I am little more than a ragdoll meeting his
kiss sooner than even he, not intimidated, but pleased by his unwillingness to
play tame.
 
It's a helplessness I want to feel.
 


===============================================================================
 


In one of the Fourteenth Division's work and supervision rooms, Fukawa sent
back another fairly inane email to an other division. Considering they likely
could address or point these issues personally, why did they send emails? It
just further filled the inbox and added unnecessary complexity to everything
that had to be archived or deleted to begin with. Even though better
alternatives had already been presented, they were being too sluggish on the
uptake.
 
Then the desk phone rang, and Tōko adjusted her keyboard-pointed glasses to
look at the ID.
 
She picked up the phone; if it were most other numbers, she'd probably have
stated current station and name, but everyone was way used to getting calls
from their one saint in charge of the security cameras. "How's stuff?" She
greeted simply, if not bored-sounding.
 
"Fukawa, you and your office coordination asked me earlier about Kamukura, and
I... have his position now."
 
Since none of her ex-classmates were there at the moment, she'd just have to
wait on relaying information. "Oh, t-thanks. Where is he going?"
 
"I think he'll stay... where he is."
 
"You seem nervous. Has anything happened? Do we n-need to set an alarm?"
 
From the long, awkward "uuuuhhhhh" that dragged on from the other end, she
could tell it wasn't a danger situation at least. More like confusing, awkward,
or the dude was standing around looking off into nothing which isn't a super
rare occurrence too.
 
"Something is... happening, sure, but it's not an actual problem. Maybe you'd
rather talk to him later?"
 
"I could, if it's indeed nothing to worry about. Where is he now, though?"
 
"At 417, in the lab we cleared out of most supplies."
 
"Hmm... there's only soil and plants there now, and some other things that
can't be... w-weaponized. It s-should be fine. A-and since you're here, can you
tell me where Naegi is? Hagakure had looked for him for something."
 
"..."
 
"Found him already?"
 
"He's with Kamukura, actually."
 
At that, Tōko blinked several times. "Are they talking? I c-could probably send
someone there to get them both back to the lower levels."
 
"No, they are not... talking. Still... busy, though?"
 
This was puzzling. From what the informer said, this was not a dangerous
situation - Naegi must be safe enough. And yet, the dodgy wording and the fact
they weren't having a conversation really intrigued her. "Can you send the feed
of that camera to my laptop?"
 
"Uh... sure, it's all yours, ma'am. If your laptop has permissions set
correctly, the feed will transfer shortly."
 
"Thank you. H-have a nice day by the way." She ungrit her teeth and placed the
phone down, successfully avoiding to snarl about being called "ma'am" again
even though she's pretty sure she spoke against it at least three times before.
 
The writer opened the feed receiver on the PC, awaiting the transfer. Soon the
window was showing the soundless footage of the laboratory.
 
Her heart stopped for a moment when she thought that Kamukura was attacking
Naegi. It gradually became clear - a little  too  clear - that they were in
fact mutually "attacking" each other. Makoto had a hand under the other man's
shirt while Izuru himself groped the luckster's ass. It was not lost on her
that they were making out, Kamukura bending in different ways and lifting
Makoto in others in order to meld their mouths together. Despite the camera's
distance, the angle and proximity made it impossible to believe the kisses were
any less than sixty percent tongue.
 
Why were they... doing that? And somewhere that - although unlikely to be
visited by anyone - still had a camera like everywhere else?
 
Tōko felt several levels of confused, inappropriate, bothered and concerned. It
was hot, definitely, but no one would've seen this pair coming a mile away. She
immediately understood how their camera sentinel felt, wondering if couples
hooking up in view was a normal occurrence for those many screens.
 
It didn't seem that Makoto was actually in danger. Izuru's movements held some
surprising gentleness despite the messy way they were doing things, and Naegi
was undoubtedly into it. It made her worry about whether one of Kamukura's
talents had roped him into helpless seduction, or if Naegi had somehow harbored
a crush on him (or even on Hinata?) without telling anyone, or if he was so
deep in the closet all his life that resisting any willing, dominant, handsome
man was out of the question.
 
The luckster could've been drugged too, but Fukawa didn't think Izuru would
bother with going to that extent.
 
She wondered if she should... stop watching. She extra wondered when Izuru's
fingers deftly undid Makoto's belt.


===============================================================================



 A flash sparked down my spine as Kamukura tried shoving down my pants and
pushing his knee up between my thighs at the same time, making me moan with the
effective pressure it applied to my groin. He rubbed hard twice, three times,
making me curl up in sensation towards him before withdrawing his leg to
actually pull down the clothing, my cock twitching in the exposed air.

 "Do you think you can handle me inside you?" He asked, nothing gloating or
even particularly caring, but wanting facts.
 
"I will." Is my reply, because I have a lot of needs and a lack of self-
preservation.
 
"Noted." Izuru flatly confirmed, and in a move that almost made me dizzy,
turned me around and pressed my torso down on the near lab table. I barely had
time to feel embarrassed about the way my butt stuck out like that before his
hands slid from back to hips and a huff of air down there made me tremble.
 
"Oh- gg-ghn..." I breathed out when he darted his tongue against my hole,
meticulously licking and stretching inside. It's not surprising that someone
who stated that I liked men would know to not go in dry. But I didn't expect
this , in specifics.
 
Working to relax against the tongue, I loosened over the table, finding a
pleasurable feeling overcoming the initial surprise. I could hardly process how
deep he'd actually gotten before the warmth was gone, and three long fingers
shoved inside with no warning and made me clench my fists. His way of
stretching was much rougher and more efficient than when I... did that to
myself.
 
When those fingers drew back, I looked over my shoulder to him as he stood back
up to his full height.
 
"You have to... help." Izuru said, and I thought I sensed something of
affection under that voice - or maybe it's me wanting to believe that.
 
He had dropped his slacks down his thighs, revealing patches of pale to pinkish
skin. I turned to cradle then grip his half hard length, stroking it and
hearing a sensuous, deep groan that softened as it extended. He urged my grip
and pace to be harder, and I complied with gusto, would-be-fear thrumming my
heartstrings at the impressive size growing in my hand.
 
Though I could happily keep touching him for eternity, his closer-stepping and
bumping of his stiffness against my hip made it clear he was ready to start
now. I stretched my neck to ask for a kiss that ended with him sucking my
bottom lip, humming groans being shared as we parted and I braced for the
impending breach.
 
When his head caught on my hole, he swiftly pushed it inside. It gave my cock a
twitch and my throat a cut-off moan. It's different with yourself and fingers,
when you know for sure how much is going in and how much can still go, whereas
Kamukura just keeps going and going and I can't determine how much left of him
there is. He's not  monstrous  by any means but each centimeter of his length
feels like an eternity by itself, my lungs held still without me even noticing.
 
I stretched over the table, the cool surface tempered against the heat coiling
inside me. It was uncomfortable, just on this side of bearable, the kind of
fullness he granted me. If this was like that stopping moment before the
rollercoaster tracks take a sudden drop, I couldn't tell.
 
Izuru was thick and his presence fogged my mind. His breath strained as he
experimentally rocked slowly back and forth, the ring of my hole tightly
embracing his length. It hurt a little, but I only wanted more of it. More to
overwhelm me.
 
"Izuru..." I began, carelessly saying his first name. "Go harder."
 
I gasped as he immediately bucked his hips deep, growling sultrily through his
teeth. His hands held down my elbows against the table as he started fucking
me, making my erection bob in the air with the force of it. The pain and
pleasure melded and mixed with gratitude, his long hair tickled my back, his
grunts sometimes slipped into soft noises that recalled the other self within
him.
 
Kamukura fucked me against the table with the intensity I sought, a pleasure
and creeping humiliation - I deserve this and being roughly taken from behind,
filthy, chest against this flat surface, which will undoubtedly be used by
students in the future - a catharsis that reached my inner soul. Something to
penetrate the sickening luck cycle shield, also raw and pleasure-giving; being
used feels as desirable as the easy brushes against my prostate.
 
I moaned loudly as he reached down to cradle my cock in his fist, providing a
pressure that I got stroked through with each of his thrusts. I wish I'd seen
his expression when he hissed a strenuous " tight ...", but the warm breaths
caressing my sensitive ahoge did just as well.
 
Izuru stunted my pleasure receival by slowing his hips and opening his fingers
so that he no longer touched me. I accepted it completely, but tremulously felt
anticipation towards his plan that I felt a strong hunch towards. The slowed
thrusts went  deep , and erratically gained speed, my response being moans I
was barely aware of making.
 
The man's hand resumed its hold on me, this time with tight strokes, and I
keened as he struck my prostate right just then and could do nothing but
climax. Everything coiled tense and dissipated in shudders, desperate gasps and
shots of cum mattling the floor under the table. Through the blackness I could
feel pronounced throbbing inside me before Kamukura gripped my hips as flush to
his body as possible, wavering groans accompanying a hot rush of thick fluid
deep within.
 
Completely slumped against the table, I felt even fuller as Izuru remained
inside me, gentle squeezes and fondling around my waist and butt seeming to
point that he'd go for more, even if he required a brief wait.
 
What might have been an eternity or just a moment later though, halfway into
pulling out, he abruptly halted with attention.
 
"There's someone here now."
 
The sensation of his hair tells me he hasn't looked, but I trust his talented
perception - if he's said that, it means someone must be at the door.
 
Although I was too exhausted to feel proper unnerve or dread, my arms shake
with those feelings as I tiredly turn my head around to look.
Chapter End Notes
     I spent a fair amount of time fixing up my drawing trying to get at
     least mostly content with it; and although it's good art practice,
     now that I tried that, I definitely don't feel like doing an
     accompanying piece for more oneshots.. (or putting my own art that i
     don't like seeing in the middle of my comparably better writing.
     maybe one day if i get paid for this kinda stuff? hjfkkhkfkglhl)
     note: there is no continuation to this oneshot. yes, it ends on a
     cliffhanger. yes, I'm a tease. I didn't want to deal with the weight
     that would snowball from there and I wanted to leave any resolution/
     further complication up to the imagination.
      
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