characters x Reader Lemon

Sub Nagito x Fem reader

warnings: sadism, masochism, stalking, , masterbation, panty sniffing, degradation, bondage, spanking, edging, spit play, slight pet play fingering, anal, begging, pegging, cunningulus, cum eating, unprotected sex, use of sex toys,

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You had noticed Nagito’s strange behaviour around you before anything had really escalated. How he would act when you talked to other people that weren’t him, how his eyes would swirl every time you pointed out a contradiction during a class trial, how you caught him following you countless times, the list just keeps going. This strange behaviour started around the first few months of your relationship. You hadn’t really given this much thought, thinking he was just being his normal hope-crazed self, but then it started to get a bit… out of hand.  

You noticed things starting to disappear from your cottage, such as undergarments, articles of clothing, even your toothbrush. Not only that, before you would drift off to sleep, you would hear camera flashes and see flashes of light behind the skin of your eyelids. You knew it was getting out of hand, and you had a very strong feeling that Nagito was the cause of the disappearance of items.

And so you left the un-safety of your cottage to go visit Nagito and confront of him of the strange things happening to you. You marched towards his cottage in your stiletto high heels that didn’t match the atmosphere of the island, but still sent others the message that you don’t give a fuck, nor would you start giving fucks. You lifted your hand to ring the door bell on Nagito’s door but stopped mid-way when you heard the high-pitched moans and giggles coming from the other side of the door. What sounded like him moaning out your name and a faint slapping noise. Instead of ringing the doorbell, you broke into his cottage and locked the door behind you.

When you broke into his cottage, the first thing you saw was Nagito. All of Nagito. He was sprawled across the bed, completely bare except for his boxers hanging on for dear life on his foot. His face was flushed and his cock that was dripping pre-cum, was being held by his right hand. His other hand was clutching onto undergarments that looks awfully like the ones you lost last week, they were placed on top of his nose. Nagito’s face was painted with dazed shock, whilst yours looked pissed. Nagito dropped the garments and tried to say something–most likely something degrading about himself–but the domineering gaze you cast upon him made him think twice. Instead he let out a pathetic whimper as he gulped.

Instead of looking at the obvious photos of you sleeping on his wall, and a literal shrine dedicated to your lost things, you decided to look at the main cause of it all. It was silent for a moment, all that could be heard was Nagito’s panting and the click-clacking of your heels slowly moving towards his bed. Nagito’s eyes followed your movements, smiling maniacally the closer you went to him. “Nagito.” You broke the silence, smiling a smile that made him think you would spare him, but your eyes said otherwise.

You straddled his waist, your ass hovering over his painfully hard erection. “Did you really think you would be spared after what you’ve done?” You questioned, a once bright smile had completely disappeared from your face, no trace of it ever being there in the first place. Nagito just giggled and stared back at you with insane eyes. “So?, good boys answer questions or else they get punishment. Or is that what you want? You want me to punish you?” You reached down and grabbed Nagito by the dick watching as he jerked up from the sudden contact. “Y-yes! Please punish me, my hope! Show me despair so your hope will overcome it! Haha yes! Do your worst to me, my hope!” He laughed out.

You let go of his dick and got off of him. Nagito looked at you with a confused expression, “My hop-?””Get on your hands and knees, face down, ass up.” You ordered him. He excitedly did exactly as you told, squeaking as he felt you pull his arms behind his back and tie them against his shoulders, incapacitating his arms with rope you found on his nightstand. You didn’t want to question why he had it in the first place, you were too scared to know the answer. “Count to 5.″ Nagito obeyed like a dog, not wanting to disappoint its owner.