5, 18, 43 for Soumaeda (i seriously love your stuff with them!) Maybe komaeda recording himself doing stuff to souda and using it as blackmail of some kind?
Thank you very much! I'm glad some still like my ficlets bullying Kaz. <3
Let's say that this takes place after Chapter Two of SDR2 where Kazuichi had (foolishly) ambushed Nagito in the old building with Nekomaru. Now Nagito is out to teach Kazuichi something new about himself.
Triggers: Non-consensual Sex, Prostate Milking, Rimming, Blackmail, Humiliation, Mindbreak, and Drugs/Forced Drug Taking.
Fic beneath the cut!
“Come on, Souda-kun. Open up…”
Kazuichi winced, sinking back into the pillow. His hands were bound above his head to his bed with the sleeves of his own jumpsuit. He wasn't so secured that he couldn't wriggle or eventually tug himself free, but his captor didn't really care about that. Nagito Komaeda had moved aside plenty of times for Kazuichi's lewd face to be captured by the video cameras of the island.
The mechanic was strung up so pitifully, sweat dripping over his slender body with his legs locked. His cock had gone flaccid after another brutal fucking, but somehow… call it luck, Nagito simply wasn't tired yet. The shallow breaths of exasperation that came from Kazuichi's lips only served to excite the Ultimate Luckster more. His pale, naked body joined Kazuichi's, leaning over him to offer his poor captive the pill between his own lips.
Viagra.
Kazuichi stifled a cry in his throat. The camera had already captured every angle of his face locked in blissful ecstasy, shooting his load across the bed every time Nagito fingered his ass. He didn’t want to be hard again. He wanted to close his eyes, to rest. But Nagito, who seemed blessed with an endless stamina, demanded more and more. He would wait five minutes after each load his shot inside or outside of Kazuichi’s body, then he would slip that magical pill between his lips to raise him back from the dead.
“Komaeda… please…haha… I can't go again…there's nothing left…” He tried to reason.
The tears welled up in his eyes. He gritted his sharp teeth together, trying to contain himself. He could cry and cry and no one would hear him from this contained, soundproof cottage.
Drenched in sweat and his and Nagito's cum smeared across his body, Kazuichi felt like the stench of sex was ingrained into his skull. Nagito pressed his lips gently to Kazuichi's and forced him to accept the pill. Kazuichi didn't bite or lash out. It was as he said. He didn't have anything left.
Days after the second trial, after Nagito had been released, the Luckster had appeared on his doorstep To share a drink with the classmate who had strung him up in the old building. The next thing Kazuichi knew, he had been stripped down to his boxers, his green jumpsuit had been shredded and used to strap him against his bed, and Nagito was in between his legs and cupping the bulge forming between his legs. Hours later, Kazuichi had been inside Nagito's ass no less than four times. Maybe it was more in his sleep. Kazuichi was too delirious to know for sure. Nagito bucked and rode him, groaning as Kazuichi's four inches expanded his tight walls.
And how could Kazuichi resist? It was his first time and he felt… something. It was a foreign sensation in his groin, being so deep inside Nagito's warm, tight walls. Before he knew it, he was crying and rocking back and forth to match Nagito's pace. Nagito would stroke his chin and bring their lips together. The mechanic would part his lips and mash their tongues together, unable to keep himself for wanting to taste his captor. Whatever Nagito had slipped to him was powerful. He had Kazuichi losing himself entirely until each climax, each pitiful shot of white spunk was fired on camera.
“You're sticky again, Souda-kun,” Nagito taunted smoothly. He pressed his fingers to Kazuichi's lips after the pill slid in. He swallowed and obediently licked Nagito's fingers to take in the salty flavor of his own precum. Nagito was stroking him again, working him painfully back to a half-erect state. Kazuichi diligently suckled on his fingers for a few moments, closing his eyes. The taste distracted him. He inhaled the sweltering musk trapped in the walls of his cottage and shuddered inwardly. His cock was twitching again. He wanted to weep. Against his desires, the magical pill was already working.
“No more…ah…” Kazuichi sucked in a breath as Nagito's wet fingers traced his lips. “I can't come anymore…”
Nagito chuckled lightly. His green eyes narrowed. He slipped between Kazuichi's legs and lifted them over his shoulders. “That's alright,” he said brightly with a wave. “Let's try something… a bit wetter, okay?”
Wetter? Kazuichi had no idea what he meant. Nagito had already explored his own body more than he had ever done. He was trembling as Nagito dipped between his thighs and rested upon a soft spot beneath his sack and before his asshole. He gave the perineal area a gentle lick. Kazuichi moaned, his eyes widening at the strange, new sensation. Nagito licked him again, adoration put into every touch. His hand glided over Kazuichi's cock as he moved between licking closer to his anus ring and then lapping at his perennial.
“Fuck… no…no…” Kazuichi whimpered, shaking on the spot. It was wet. And odd. It felt like it shouldn't be allowed. The hot saliva from Nagito's tongue coated his asshole, a welcomed feeling when the mechanic was so sore from taking Nagito's meatier cock inside of him just twenty minutes ago. “Please-! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tied you up! I'm sorry! Why…Why are you doing this?!”
He bucked and tried to knock Nagito away from him, attempting to close his legs. But Nagito sighed, shook his head, and merely sat upon Kazuichi’s thighs. “I don't care about that,” he uttered to Kazuichi.
“What…?” Kazuichi hissed incredulously. Sweat coated his forehead. “Then… then why?”
“You're built up,” said Nagito simply. He tilted his head at the mechanic, lifting his legs back up to rest on his shoulder. “And you're weak. If anyone is likely to give into despair, it's probably you. And the only one keeping you from that is… probably Hinata-kun.”
Kazuichi's mouth went dry. Heat spread across his cheeks at the mention of his “soul brother”. “What… but…but I…”
Shooting him a judging look, Nagito quieted him. “Somehow… I want to be the one that lifts you up, Souda-kun.” He panted, his own hand slipping down to rub himself. “I want to… I want to make you shine. You'll stay true to Hope for me, won't you?”
He then darkly chuckled and nodded to the video cameras set up. He bought a few from the supermarket as well, turning them all to focus on the slutty, pathetic faces Kazuichi gave him each time he came. “Well… even if I can't give you Hope, I can stop you from going to Hinata-kun… unless you're alright with him watching videos of your cum-stained face…”
Kazuichi's face sank. His eyes darted between each and every single camera aimed at him. Who… who could he go to? Humiliation glowed crimson in his cheeks and his eyes were burning with a new release of tears. Nagito's tongue added to the sensation, slipping inside of his asshole. Lubricating him. “Hnghn… ah…anghh…” Kazuichi cried. He sniffled and threw himself back against his pillow. Sore arms and a humiliated libido kept him weeping and rocking against Nagito's tongue. He had to feel it deeper. His cock twitched and pulsed for Nagito to stroke him again.
“It's okay,” Nagito whispered huskily, raising from his ass. “We aren't going to stop any time soon. I'll give you all you need.”
A finger circled and teased Kazuichi's asshole. Then, it slipped inside. Kazuichi groaned, arching his back. He offered himself. The last pieces of himself to be broken. There was nothing left. Another finger joined the first in his puckered asshole, making scissoring motions to loosen him up again. They burrowed deeper… deeper until they found a special button.
“Aieee!” Kazuichi yipped like a wounded beast. The overwhelming pressure felt like he was going to lose control of himself and wet the bed. It was a hot spike of pleasure filtered through him as Nagito's fingers stroked the prostate inside of him, wriggling and pressing the button until Kazuichi was rocking back and forth. “Hmph!! Ngh…ah…I don't want to c-come from my ass–!!” He cried out, his hips undulating faster. Whatever he did, he couldn't move away. Nagito's fingers hooked him. His other hand cupped his cock and stroked him off. There was no escape.
“No…nahah…not from my…not from there-!” The humiliation wouldn't end. The last dregs of his mind were shattering…
“Souda-kun… you keep moving like this… all just for my fingers…” That calm voice chided him with another little chuckle. “...it's actually really cute. You're kind of cute like this, Souda-kun.”
A third finger inserted past Kazuichi's tight ring and he couldn't stop himself from moaning louder. The pleasure pooled through his groin, looking to burst through his entire being. Kazuichi shut his eyes, his voice getting louder until… he released. With a loud grunt, clear, translucent fluid spilled from his cock, staining the sheets beneath him once again.
It puddled beneath him on the bed, permeating the room with a renewed musk of heat and sex. Kazuichi dropped to his pillow, twitching and panting. The stars were locked behind his eyes and he labored there, stuck in a pure, hot afterglow. His orgasm was intense, only fading in slow waves throughout his body. When he opened his eyes, those white tufts of bushy hair filled his vision. Nagito met his lips for a deep kiss. And once again, Kazuichi could not refuse him.
“I'll let you rest,” said Nagito as they parted. The saliva still connected their lips. “For an hour… then… another pill should do the trick…” He buried himself into the crook of the mechanic's neck.
Kazuichi didn't hear him. He was out cold, fading fast into the sweet depths of sleep…
+ they are 100% that couple that's so sweet you feel like throwing up by seeing them together
+ Kazuichi can't stop talking about how wonderful his boyfriend can be (which he gets teased about a lot cuz, yk, he couldn't shut up about how much he hated the guy before they started dating)
+ Nagito is the same, really, but he will not start talking about Kazuichi useless someone opens the subject first (opposite to Kazuichi, which couldn't shut up about Nagito)
+ Cuddling in the middle of class? ✔️
+ Kissing with every occasion? ✔️
+ Holding hands??? ✔️
+ Kazuichi and Nagito are both touch starved and it shows
+ If Kazuichi is not by Nagito's side, he's either working on something or is in the hospital after getting hit by a truck (Nagito's luck is still a pain in the ass sometimes)
+ Kazuichi likes to make little things for Nagito. Nagito loves getting things from Kazuichi no matter what they might be (Kazuichi could give Nagito a nail and he would be happy that his boyfriend took the time to prepare such a gift for him. Nagito's rich guys, he doesn't care about the gifts. He cares about the gesture)
+ They got in a fight once because Nagito keep on paying for all their dates and Kazuichi was having none of that. Since then they began taking turns.
+ A fight between them doesn't last longer than a day or two and Kazuichi is miserable during that period of time. All sad face and glassy eyes. Nagito handles better the aftermath of a fight, thought you could tell he's also affected by it.
+ Sometimes Kazuichi looks at Nagito and wonders when will the coin drop and he will betray him and leave. Meanwhile Nagito would sometimes take hold of Kazuichi's hand tighter than usually and wonder how much it would last before his fucked up luck would get in between them. They never talk about it, but they are always there for each other.
+ Is bold of anyone to assume that Kazuichi wasn't the one asking Nagito out for the first time. It took him ages and he planned the perfect date which got horrible cuz 1) Nagito's shitty luck made Kazuichi's life horrible 2) Kazuichi felt anxious about the whole thing and could barely talk. But Nagito enjoyed the date. Even thought it ended up with them visiting Mikan to treat Kazuichi's injuries.
+ They had a talk about the whole situation after that. Kazuichi made sure to convince Nagito that he was ok and they will make it work (they usually do, especially when there's another person with them. Hence why they like to join double dates yet no one wants to go on double dates with them)
+ Fuyuhiko is close friends with both and is suffering the most (especially when they convince him to be a third wheel)
14, 19, 41 for soumaeda? Maybe it could take place after the other request I made, and now that Souda's mind is thoroughly broken, Komaeda can train him to be a subby slut so that they can raise the others up together! (Sorry, I hope I'm not l bombarding you lol...no pressure obvs!)
Heyoooo. It's Friday and it's Torment-Souda o clock! Here comes that sequel you asked for where we use up Kazuichi until he can't move! <3 I hope you enjoy!
Triggers: Anal Sex, Non-con, Mind Break, Corruption/Training, and Bondage
Fic beneath the cut.
It had only taken a few days for Kazuichi to adjust to his wrists being buckled behind his back and to having his legs spread.
"Mphmmm..." A line of drool trickled from the mechanics dry lips. How long had he been bound like this?
Nagito often liked to keep him blindfolded. It was a visceral and terrifying experience to shut out the privilege of sight and awareness. Every sweep of Nagito's fingers across his slender chest made Kazuichi shiver and gasp. He had gotten pretty gold as anticipating whenever his captor was close to him. He would tense up and hold his breath. It only took Nagito's touch to make him hard again between his legs.
More and more... Kazuichi would crave it day after day. Was it days or hours? It didn't matter anymore. He was utterly broken in by Nagito's treatment--and worse, he craved it. When his hand hovered over Kazuichi's needy cock, the mechanic would groan and roll his hips so that he could feel Nagito's touch. The tight gag kept him from releasing a blissful splatter of groans and pleads from his lips, but Nagito knew what he wanted. His body was being tailored for him alone, after all.
Behind the blind fold, Kazuichi's eyes rolled upwards in pure, unrestrained bliss. Even the cool air wafting across his naked body felt so divine. Night after night of being coated in sweat and cum made him appreciate the time Nagito devoted into breaking him. It wasn't just the unending sex and the smell of their coupling that burrowed itself into the depths of his mind.... Kazuichi found himself weeping openly when Nagito curled up beside him, happy to bury his head into those fluffy, unkempt locks.
"You're doing so well, Souda-kun!" He could hear Nagito's gleeful voice beside him. A pale, cool hand brushed down his neck as though he were a pet. Kazuichi met his enthusiasm with a soft moan like a mutt getting stroked by his master. One stroke here and there, and Kazuichi found himself craving that pleasurable starburst that every climax shattered through him.
The fingers swept down his bare stomach, brushing into Kazuichi's pubic hair playfully. Kazuichi grunted, shutting his eyes behind the gag. Nagito was getting more into teasing and bullying him. But that was understandable. Kazuichi had made it too easy after all.
"Ah, that's so impressive!" Nagito cooed to him again. "You're amazing, Souda-kun! Your cock is already hard just at my touch!"
He wasn't wrong. The stiffening of his shaft prodded eagerly against Nagito's wrist, awaiting to be taken with his grasp and played with.
Kazuichi Souda was just a toy now. And he wanted more.
After a moment of silence hanging between them, the blindfold was removed, and he was met with those deep, green eyes. The gag went next, and Kazuichi gratefully drew in a sweet breath and rested his jaw.
"...Thank you," he gasped, flushing slightly when he felt Nagito's gaze wash over him. He always smiled so pleasantly at the mechanic, adoration filling his stare. Terrifying enough, Kazuichi felt its sincerity. Nagito wasn't torturing him.
He loved him. Kazuichi never thought he could be loved. He was supposed to be forgotten and rejected, but Nagito wasn't like that. He...loved him...
It made Kazuichi want to tear up every time, but he bit his bottom lip and tried to swallow it back. Instead, Nagito leaned in and kissed him. Like a trance, Kazuichi pulled back and allowed the kiss to deepen until his head was planted back against the bed. Hungrily, they melted their tongues together until the heat continued to grow. The roughness of Kazuichi's tongue massaged Nagito, pleasing him until he shut his eyes to savor his captive. His arms wrapped around the mechanic, pulling him close. He didn't want Kazuichi to get away. No. He needed to know how much he truly relished having him to himself, how Nagito wished they could stay like this forever.
They pulled back. Kazuichi's tongue dangled from his lips, his hunger still getting the best of him. He almost looked ridiculous, and Nagito couldn't help but to feeling bad for how the cameras would continue to capture his helpless expressions. Still, it was beautiful. He cupped his captives cheek, guiding him back to Nagito's gaze.
"I can't wait until everyone sees the work I've been doing with you..." There was a small pause. Only Kazuichi's small huffs could be heard in between as Nagito drank the mechanic in for a moment. His smile slid away, and a more serious glance took its place. "I... I never wanted to be the only one who felt this way. We are blessed and lucky to have this talent... but we can barely do anything but watch as others are lifted up..."
Without looking at him, Nagito sighed. "I guess it's kind of lonely. I just wanted someone who could understand..." His hand wandered to Kazuichi's cheek, his thumb brushing over his lips to clean some dried cum off his face. Kazuichi really was beautiful like this. How could Nagito ever get over how he managed to mold and train another human being like this?
"Do you understand me, Souda-kun?"
Nagito gave Kazuichi an expectant look.
It hurt to speak. After the last few days of having a rubber gag in his mouth, Kazuichi's throat felt so hoarse. But he ignored that feeling and pushed it down. He leaned forward, rubbing his cheek diligently against the crotch of Nagito's pants. His eyes were full and wet, but they held no sorrow or agony. Not like the days before.
Instead, his eyes contained a large volume of hazy lust and adoration. The same spiral of madness Nagito inflicted upon them at the first trial. His sharp teeth caught the fastening of Nagito's pants, eagerly tugging the zipper down.
"C...Can I suck on this..." Kazuichi asked him, glancing upwards. He rubbed his cheek up and down Nagito's cock, using the bare friction to try and draw him out.
"Nghmmm..." Nagito sighed and closed his eyes. It was so simple, but so wonderful. Kazuichi had barely heard his confession. He just wanted to serve, to be a stepping stone.
How... beautiful. Nagito grinned, kneeling to his captive on the bed. He shook his head. "Sorry. Not today, Souda-kun... we still need to focus on you." That whine in Kazuichi's throat was once again ignored as he guided him to lie on his stomach and lift his ass up.
"You're getting looser. That's good," said Nagito brightly. His fingers slid inside Kazuichi's hole, appreciating the way it still pulled him inside his warm, tight depths. "Pretty soon, you'll be able to take someone as endowed as Nidai-kun..."
Kazuichi swallowed. His ass contracted around Nagito's fingers, making him squirm in discomfort. Anal was still a strange and slightly uncomfortable experience. He found the sloppy oral they shared between each other to be easier, but how could he be a good stepping stool if he couldn't take a cock or two up his ass?
He would have to endure it. The sound of Nagito's zipper slid down and he couldn't help but to let his skinny backside quiver in excitement. It hurt, but Nagito was blessed with an endowed cock that could reach all the way inside of him.
"Please..." Kazuichi panted. His arms behind bound behind him had him wriggling on the bed. He couldn't just stay still. Not until Nagito clapped both his hands down upon his ass cheeks and forced a high-pitched cry from his lips. "Fuck!!!"
"It's okay, Souda-kun...you'll take it and you'll like it, I promise!" Nagito assured him.
The burn of his ass seared into Kazuichi's backside. His cock dangled pitifully between his thighs. He knew better than to try and brush his thighs against his aching shaft. No. He was meant to keep his legs spread--as a loving stepping stool should.
No, not a stool. A slave. Oh God, Kazuichi had learned to love it with all his heart.
Nagito spat in his hand, using the wetness to bring himself to a fully erect state. He placed his tip to Kazuichi's tight entrance, his lips parting to release a sweet moan. Cupping Kazuichi's ass, he pressed forward and breached that constricted barrier of Kazuichi's ring. The warm walls of his slave took him inside, but not without some resistance.
"Ah...angh..." Kazuichi wept softly. His fingers burrowed into his palms, digging holes as he tried to bear it and stay up. The pressure stretched him open again, much deeper than the fingers. He felt used and split, heavy with the slick entrance of Nagito's cock inside of him. "I'm so... so full..." How could Nagito be so endowed? Taking him was a feat in itself as praises spilled from his lover.
"That's it, Souda-kun... just a bit more..." When he hit his stride half-way inside of the mechanic, Nagito panted and gripped his ass harder. Then he bucked and continued forward, inch by agonizing inch.
"Ngh!!! FUCK! It's tight--It's so tight!!!" Kazuichi sputtered. Failing, he collapsed onto the bed with only his ass left in the air.
But it wasn't long before the wet slapp of Nagito's front connecting with his ass rang throughout Kazuichi's body. Kazuichi flopped forward, squealing with the pressure flooding his senses.
"Ah..." He twitched over and over, his cock trailing against the bedsheets. It made him hump and buck to Nagito's thrusts, almost like he was fucking a pillow. It was dirty and depraved, and yet he couldn't stop. He wanted more.
"Souda... ngh...you feel so warm around me..." Nagito grunted behind him. He squeezed Kazuichi's ass fondly and retracted back a few inches. Then, he drove into him again. The force drove Kazuichi down again and again. It was so satisfying to see Kazuichi struggle to curve to his strokes, to stay on his legs. Nagito grinned. The mechanic really was such a pathetic tryhard... but that's what was so endearing about him.
With the thick slaps of sex coating the air, Kazuichi was starting to adjust and play to their rhythm, moving his hips to clash together to Nagito's thrusts. The Luckster had his turn to groan, amazed at how fast his lover had learned his pace and adjusted himself. "Ha... you're... you're amazing, Souda-kun... I don't want to stop..." He slammed inside to his hilt, his balls smacking the bottom of Kazuichi’s ass until the mechanic lost his balance again. He kept up an uneven pace, determined to throw Kazuichi off again. Breaking him just felt too satisfying. His ass had him burying deeper to find that perfect place to flood his insides with his cum...
And he did. Nagito let out one last, exhilarating cry and filled Kazuichi's asshole with spurts of hot, white ropes. They plopped forward together, Nagito groaning as his cock planted between the warm, soupy mess that spilled out. It climbed inside of him, pleasure spreading through the corners of his body until his toes curled behind him. He sighed wonderfully and rested down on Kazuichi's back, making sure to pull out as his cock began to soften.
The salt-infused scent of the room told him that his beloved captive had painted the sheets white in front of him.
"It... it feels good..." He heard Kazuichi whimper beneath him. "Please... please don't lend me... to anyone else..." He sniffled again and drove his head into the pillows to cry.
Nagito blinked. "Souda-kun?!"
"I don't want it...I don't want it anymore! I just want to be yours!" He sobbed against the sheets, his entire body trembling. His eyes were black and smeared with the dark liner that had faded from his skin. "I don't want to lift anyone u-up!!" A slight hiccup interrupted his cries, but he kept going. "Let's-Let's s-stay like this f-forever!!"
The smile was lost from Nagito's lips. The last seconds of his orgasm fizzled away, leaving the small sparks of ecstasy left in their wake. His body craved this closeness they had... but his classmates would always deserve it more than he did. He had to serve them.
Kazuichi had to as well.
"Souda-kun..." Nagito climbed forward, using his slender form to blanket the other boy. He sank his hands underneath Kazuichi's waist and drew him closer. "Don't feel so scared. You won't be alone. We'll continue to practice again and again until your body can accommodate everybody..."
Kazuichi sniffled again, shifting to stare at him with those sad, weary eyes. His expression asked Nagito to reaffirm his affection for him. And Nagito would oblige him. Happily.
"You're going to be so amazing, Souda-kun..." His hands spread like ivy across his slick flesh, claiming it as his own for the time-being. "Someone as talented and hard-working as you...can bring Hope to everyone..."
Nagito leaned into Kazuichi's ear, giving it a final, possessive nip. "You're going to be used and loved... by everyone..."
