Jul 26, 2019
Komaeda: We’re like cocoa and marshmallows.
Kamukura: How?
Komaeda: You’re hot and I’m on top.
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Komaeda: We’re like cocoa and marshmallows.
Kamukura: How?
Komaeda: You’re hot and I’m on top.
kicks door down. the lack of bottom! kamukura art/fics in this community is a DISGRACE... let the boy take a dick.he doesnt even have to do any work its perfect
absolutely.
13 for Komaegi please?
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13. sleepy sex
“Mm… Makoto…”
Nagito giggles as he’s kissed, tugging at his clothes.
“Nn… Let’s stay in bed today, Makoto, come ooooonn…”
“We should at least get up for breakfast,” Makoto chuckles, voice warm and kind. Nagito blinks up at him blearily, and then he yanks the other back into bed. “Ack, Nagito…!”
“I’ll eat you this morning,” Nagito says and bites onto his shoulder. It’s a bit of a shock but then it’s more amusing than anything as Nagito chews, drooling and inelegant. Makoto would laugh, but…
Nagito’s legs are getting entangled with his, gripping him and pulling him closer, one leg hitched over his hip. Nagito’s movements are sloppy, but the heat thrumming through his body…
He can’t deny there’s an inherent arousal in it.
Last night, Nagito fell asleep right away. He’s still so tired.
Tired…but needy in a way that Makoto can’t help but want to indulge.
Morning breath isn’t exactly sexy, but the way Nagito sucks on his tongue when he does kiss him is… It’s nice. Definitely nice.
He feels his cheeks heat, more so when Nagito rocks against him.
Nagito might not leave the bed at all, today.
He really shouldn’t ensure that. But. But…
Just this once, Makoto thinks as he pins Nagito down. We’ll go to the park tomorrow, Nagito.
My friend and I definitely fell in love with matsukoma because of you, even to the point of starting a few matsukoma rps! But we were both wondering, what would Matsudas reaction be if Komaeda were to wear lingerie for him? (Because let's face it, hes cute in it)
ACK LATE RESPONSE, I’M SO SORRY.
Hhhhhhhh
Matsuda would definitely find him cute, but being super tsun about it, he’ll snap at Komaeda for wearing something so thin and flimsy when he gets cold easily.
“At least wrap yourself in a blanket, or something”
maybe he’ll just do that himself and even snuggle him for good measure
“Just because you’d freeze to death otherwise, jfc, why don’t you take better care of yourself”
Haha.
numero 3 for enoshima and despair!nanami, if it's alright?
Sure.
3. pinning the other against the wall
“I know you’re a lot more emotional than that doll face of yours might suggest. You’re frustrated as hell, aren’t you?”
Her heart was pounding, body flushed hot, fists clenching and unclenching.
“You’re really, really angry. Upupupu, that’s so sexy! Hey, if you decide to take that anger out on me, I really dooon’t mind. I don’t mind at all! Hell, I fucking welcome it!”
Feet slamming against the ground. Gritted teeth. Frenzied panting.
“Come out. Lash out at me. You know you want to.”
She throws the door open, and in response, there’s not so much as a startled squeak. Just Enoshima perking up, cool blues unreadable before she grins and waves.
“Heya. Na-na-mi-san.”
Nanami shoves her into the wall. There’s a loud smack, but Enoshima doesn’t so much as grimace as Nanami glares up at her, grip on her wrists bruising.
“This is your fault,” Nanami growled. “It’s your fault…so…”
A knee wedges between her legs and pushes, earning Enoshima to shiver and giggle.
“Upupupu… So aggressive… Nanami-san…”
“Shut up,” Nanami swallows. “Just… Can you shut up…for a bit?”
Eyes twinkling, Enoshima’s lips spread into a simple closed smile.
Nanami leans in, and then scrapes her teeth against the other’s neck.
Another shudder. Nanami’s body presses against hers, effectively crushing her against the wall.
“…just shut up.”
24 with matsukoma or kamukoma? No pressure!
Okey.
24. drunk sex
“God you smell so nice…so fucking nice…it’s soooo unfair… So fucking unfair…”
“A-Aha… Matsuda-kun…”
Komaeda shivers as Matsuda nuzzles into neck, breathing him in and sighing.
I haven’t drank much myself but…
The way Matsuda kissed and nipped along his throat, the way his hands clumsily roamed under his shirt, the way Matsuda rocked into him with a low moan. It was dizzying.
“Nagito… Mm…”
Matsuda squeezed his hip.
“…want you…so fucking bad…”
Komaeda’s arms wrapped around him in return and squeezed, running his fingers through Matsuda’s hair.
“Nagito…” Matsuda exhales, nuzzling into his hand. “Hnn.”
Komaeda kisses him, tasting Matsuda’s usual sweetness mixed with the bitterness of alcohol.
Because it’s Matsuda-kun, I don’t mind.
“Come on,” Komaeda murmurs. “You’re stumbling a little.”
Matsuda blinks at him, eyes dazed.
“We should probably go lie down, Matsuda-kun.”
Matsuda perks, desire flickering through those cool blues.
“…yeah. We should.”
With that, Matsuda pulled him into another kiss.
17 for Despair!Nanami and Junko?
I got a lot more requests for them than I thought I would, ngl.
17. one person clothed and the other naked
“Yaaaaaa! Looooong day!”
“…what are you doing here?”
“Haaaah? I can’t visit my most faaaaaavorite person?!”
Nanami’s glare is cold and unwelcome, but she soon turns away, back to her game. Enoshima removes her shoes because she’s not that fucking rude, and hums as she watches Nanami’s fingers move furiously on the controller.
“So you ditched us for that,” she hummed. “Can’t say I’m surprised. But I bet someone’s feelings got hurt other than mine.” Her lip trembles, eyes wide. “S-So cruel, Nanami-chan…!”
“Enough. I’m not in the mood.”
“Heeeeeh?! Y-You’re not?!” She plays with her hair, sighing. “Oh, you’re never in the mood. Some class rep you turned out to be. Man, no fucking wonder you had no friends.”
Nanami almost breaks her controller button mashing, and Enoshima only giggles.
“…but that’s okay.”
With that, she begins to undress, undoing her shirt and tugging down her skirt.
“I’ll always be here to welcome you back, darling Nanami-san.”
“That’s despairing,” Nanami said tersely and bitterly.
Discarding her clothes, Enoshima only strode forward and embraced her tightly.
“That’s what I’m all about, babe.”
A kiss to her nape.
“Hey… Let’s play a different game.”
“Not interested.”
Despite saying that, Nanami is trembling as her neck is kissed.
“C’mon, you aren’t a little lonely? This adorable hermit act of yours can only go on for so long… It’s human nature to desire intimacy.” Gently, Enoshima takes the controller away. “Hey, I’m not even here to convince you into torturing anyone. Unless you want to.”
Nanami scowled at her.
“…you’re shameless.” Irritably, she grips Enoshima’s hips and squeeze hard enough to bruise, digging in her chewed down nails as Enoshima breathes. “Shameless.”
Enoshima only smirked, and she doesn’t have to do anything to be yanked into a bruising, biting kiss.
Uh for the sex fic thing maybe 15 with MatsuKamu??
k.
15. trying to distract the other with sex while they’re “busy”
Matsuda Yasuke is mulling over files, not terribly interested in them. He has his reading glasses on and keeps rubbing his nose irritably, sniffling from time to time.
At first, he had merely watched, because Matsuda snapped at him that if he made a ruckus, he would have to leave. So even though he is still very much considering wrecking the office, he sits obediently and waits.
And then, Matsuda nibbles at pen. His well-chewed pen. Matsuda Yasuke, he noticed, has an oral fixation. He has known that for a while now.
After all, Matsuda Yasuke had been especially eager with his mouth during their last session. Which had been a while ago. Because, Matsuda Yasuke was so…busy.
Right now, he is overworked and over-stressed, barely able to keep up with the exceedingly dull papers from how he runs his fingers through his hair. Over. And over.
Resolute, Kamukura stands and strides towards him.
“You should take a break,” he says, squeezing Matsuda’s shoulders. “They will be there in the morning.”
Matsuda scoffs at first, waving him off and shooing with his hand.
“Shut the hell up. It’s none of your concern.”
“It is my concern because I worry about you.”
His arms wrap around Matsuda’s neck.
“How about we do something else? This work of yours…is so boring. So…” He sighs into Matsuda’s ear. “So passionless.”
Matsuda shivered but shoves him away.
“Get the fuck out, then if it’s that boring.”
Kamukura takes his wrist, pressing a kiss to his palm.
“I would rather fuck…”
“Oh my fucking god.” Matsuda’s cheeks were burning red. “Shut the hell up.”
Kamukura blinks once, twice.
“…how about I treat you to dinner?”
“I’m not…!”
His stomach growls. Matsuda’s blush darkens.
“…urgh…fine…whatever.”
Satisfied and smug, Kamukura entwines their fingers.
Later, I can sexually eat him.