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Dont Get Caught

Characters - Servant!Nagito Komaeda x Reader Summary - Things get depraved while trying to escape from a crazed Servant Word Count - 1,802 Warnings - Smut, Servant being absolutely feral, Female Reader, The consent LOOKS dubious at first but shes into it trust guys, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Junko's hand is barely mentioned one time A/N - This used to be in first person lol, but uhh being fr I dunno where this came from I passed out and woke up with five pages idk.

Pain shoots through the soles of your feet as you tear through the halls as fast as you can, the sound of chains rattling accompanies a sick, twisted laugh echoing out from behind.

 "Ahaahahah~ Oh dear! Do you really think you can run from me?! How mistaken you are. " A chill shoots through your body at those words, distracting you, causing you to trip over your feet and go tumbling to the floor. "Ow! Damn it!" you yelp, your ankle throbbing with pain as you scramble back up to your feet. Your escape slowed. "Uh-oh! Looks like someone’s not as lucky as they thought they were!" Your pursuer chuckles darkly.

Gritting your teeth, you limp past door after door, finally finding one that’s unlocked rushing inside and turning the locking mechanism behind you as your eyes skittishly search the room for a hiding spot. There! That might work! you think wildly, diving underneath a table covered with cloth, body shaking as your ears prick up at the door handle rattling, someone panting heavily behind it. The noise stops and relief washes over your body, but at the soft, unmistakable clinking noise of a key, your stomach drops. With a click, the door creaks open.

You can hear the footsteps of "Servant", as he prefers to be called, creeping closer and closer, his deceptively softened voice murmurs, echoing dreadfully in your ears. "Aww come on dearest~ won’t you come out and play?" He coos, trying to lure you out into the open. 

Your eyes never leave the shadowy outline of his body behind the thin sheet of fabric, stalking the room, occasionally bending down or lifting things in search of your person. Small sounds of disappointment leave his mouth every time he’s wrong. The chain around his neck rattled softly with each movement. 

After a few minutes, his eyes land on the table you’re hiding under.

Your lungs burn as you hold your breath, careful not to make a sound as he slowly creeps over, inspecting the table but never moving the cloth. Your whole body was trembling so hard you were almost certain he could hear your shaking. With a dissatisfied sigh, he turns on his heel and starts to slink away from the table. Closing your eyes, you let out a gasp of relief, foolishly believing he had left. Suddenly you feel a strong grip around the protruding bony knobs of your ankle and within seconds you’re dragged out from under the table, Servant pinning you roughly to the floor, a crazed expression of victory and desire plastered on his face. 

As you tremble underneath his grip he leans down, locking his longing eyes on your shaking form. His warm breath sends shivers through your body as he leans further and whispers into your ear, "So what now Angel?" Your wide eyes slowly soften as he patiently waits for an answer.

Your response comes in the form of your lips curling upward, bestowing him with a shaky smile. You suck in a breath as an animalistic look fills his eyes, followed by a far too-wide grin before his mouth slams onto your own, immediately overtaking your tongue with the fervor of a lunatic, all the while he practically tears your clothes off. He only pauses his assault on your lips to help your still-shaky hands remove his ragged sweater, revealing the sallow expanse of his pale skin. You take particular care to avoid pulling \his striped glove off along with his sleeves, the both of you keen on keeping the knit hiding the rotting piece of Enoshima firmly on.

 His hungry eyes trail over your now-exposed body. Heat flushing your face and somewhere much lower as he starts biting and sucking along your throat harshly, reddish-purple marks blooming on the delicate skin of your neck in his wake, marking you as his and his alone.

 Moans of pleasure and pain tremble in the air past your chapped lips as he moves lower, his large hands lightly scratching down your sides and then trailing off to grip your thighs harshly. "God... you look so fucking hot spread out for me like this, darling," he moans, burying his face into the swells of your chest, nipping and sucking at one of the sensitive pink buds while the other hangs free, bouncing in tempo with the movement of his head dipping to latch onto your nipples. Quiet moans slip out of your mouth as you gaze upon the depraved sight of Servant sucking on your tits like a whiny baby, alternating between each side in an effort to give both his undivided attention. 

Your core was hot and dripping from the feeling, but craving more. And as if he could read your mind your eyes widen as I watch him nestle between your legs, spreading them out farther. Even though you had a front-row seat to his minstrations Shock still shot through you as he swiped his index finger through the slick heat between your thighs. "H-huh! Wait, what are you-" You don't get the privilege of finishing your question as Servant quickly thrusts one of his long fingers into your throbbing cunt. Pistoning it in and out at a frighteningly fast pace.

 "Mmph! I-it feels so good Servant!" Your mewls are music to his ears as he thrusts a second finger in, obscene squelching sounds accompanying your lustful melody filling the air. The white curls of his hair slip into his face as Servant lifts his head and soaks in the scene below him. The erection he has is so blatantly obvious as it strains against his grimy jeans that it looks painful, a thin line of saliva pooling in the corner of his mouth as he unconsciously grinds himself against the floor in erratic jerks. "Angel, you feel so- so good on my fingers like that…" he whines softly, his tone not at all matching the ferocity he’s finger-fucking you with, your hips twitching upward violently whenever he presses into that spongy spot your own smaller fingers could never dream of reaching on their own.

 He slows down and pulls his fingers out of you, a dissatisfied whimper dragging out of your mouth as the sensation of pleasure dissipates and is replaced with frustrating emptiness. Servant, however, wraps his mouth around his dripping fingers and sucks. An absolutely salacious moan erupting from him as he licks his fingers clean, "Sweets aren’t usually something I enjoy... but you taste divine dearest..." he breathes in a low tone that makes you clench around nothing while he uses his free hand to unzip his overly tight jeans and rip them off, taking the boxers with them. 

The groan that escapes Servant as his twitching cock is finally released sends a fresh bolt of arousal to your core. The sight of the poor thing leaking fat pearls of pre and flushed an angry red member made your cunt practically ache for it.  With one look at your huffy breathing, and wide eyes fixed upon him Servant’s restraint snaps. His eyes swirling with lust darken as he grabs your hips, and without warning, slams himself fully inside you. Bottoming out. A sharp sting shoots through you with each of his thrusts, slowly fading into rolling waves of satisfaction. "A-Aaah! S-Servant Mmph! Wait-" Your wailing cut off once again,  the pain and pleasure of being fucked so mercilessly blended your senses in a way only Servant could accomplish.

 "Y-You feel so good inside me!" Your voice keens. And as he picks up the pace, sharp, deranged laughter melds in with moans spilling uncontrollably from his mouth. A chill goes up your spine but you instinctively wrap your legs around him anyway, giving him better and –more importantly– deeper access into your gushing cunt. Your nails claw red lines into his pale back as your body reacts, hips rolling in time with his, the pain melting into overwhelming pleasure.

"Yeah? Yeah! God, please don’t s- stop talking! " he snarls into your shoulder as his head falls to bury his face back into your skin as he loses himself in the ecstasy of you, hips snapping faster and faster as your cry out nearly reaching the release you both had been chasing.

 " Servant- Ah! Please, please never stop!" your voice breaks as you moan out for him, all while he growls and keens like a starved animal. "More! Aha- Keep going!" he demands, Wrenching one of your legs over his deceptively frail shoulder, letting him rut deeper. You shriek now that he’s hitting that spot, the feeling of his spasming cock almost too much for you to take as you dangle on the precipice of finishing.

 "S-so good! I-I’m almost there- Ahh! Please-" Your words falter as the walls of your greedy cunt flutter around him, moans ripping from your throat almost as fast as he’s slamming his hips into you. Servant slows just a fraction and purrs sadistically sweet into your ear, "Please what?" He asks, almost innocently, innocent except for the look of pure crazed desire on his face.

 "Please fuck me till all I can remember is you! Aaah! Fuck me until I’m absolutely mindless!"  You beg shamelessly, your release practically dangling from a frayed thread clutched between his lithe fingers. "Perfect darling…" he praises, and in a matter of seconds, the starved, crazed part of him returns and his brutal pace along with it. Slamming into you rougher than before. "A-angel I’m going to- Nnghh!" Servant gritted his teeth, thrusting faster and faster.

Words finally abandon you as you moan and writhe without abandon, back arching and thighs trembling as stars blind you. Your body convulses with the force behind your orgasm, waves of pleasure and relief crashing into you as your mouth drops open in babbling and incoherent whimpering. Servant finishes next, the pace and rhythm of his thrusts becoming disoriented as the heat building in him reaches its boiling point and he spills over, his cock twitching and throbbing as cum shoots out of it, filling the confines of your cunt and gushing out of it, dripping down your thighs and the floor beneath your bodies. 

"Mmm, you were so good for me Angel..." Servant collapses onto you, his head resting upon your chest as you lean into his warmth. “Thank you." He whispers weakly against the bruising skin of your hickey-lined neck, snuggling closer into the warmth of your plush body. You sigh content and high on your afterglow as you nuzzle against his milky skin, uncaring of the dirt that marred his complexion, "Mmhm..." You can barely hm a response, but he seems more than satisfied and pulls you in closer. Each of your quickly beating hearts slow to the rhythm of unconsciousness as you fall asleep like dogs together on the floor.

SCREAMING CRYING I’m so soft for Nagito...I want to gently brush his hair, taking care not to tug or rip a single strand, making sure he’s as comfortable as possible...his hair would be soft as a cloud, and I’d play with it a little bit, running my fingers through, maybe even giving him a kiss on the top of his head, all of this in the hope that I might make him feel loved.

Kitsune Nagito is now one of my new favorite things

the devil's tango

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: smut, breeding, eating out

Summary: Kitsune Komaeda fucks you on the temple floor.

They tell you, don't visit the forest while it's dark out.

You? You don't care.

Or... you don't care enough to listen.

It's the quickest way home, and the moon is completely out. It won't be that dangerous. 

The shrine looks heavenly at night, the moon cascading a halo of white on the torii, causing it to look lighter than normal. The wind tickles your skin, causing you to pause and look up. It's a full moon.

Ghosts come out on full moons or something.

A black cat rubs itself on your calf, and you stare down at it.

You pick up your pace and tread through the temple quicker.

The leaves snap under your shoes, and the wind blows a little harder. Arms of green, brown, and red seem to loom over you, grasping you, reaching for you, trying to pry you to them and never see the morning again. The leaves under your feet turn black with the mud leftover from rain, staining the path dark with muck. As if you weren't borderline running already, you run faster.

The temperature was dropping rapidly.

You can't risk it tonight. Not when tomorrow there's another day; Not when your family's at home waiting for you to bring them something. Not when there's some creepy connotation about muddy stones and windy weather. Lost in your own thoughts, you fail to hear the second pair of footsteps behind you. By the time you do, it's a little late.

"Ah, a human? At the shrine? On a day like this?" The voice is breathy; scratchy, almost.

You whip your head around, horrified at a voice.

It's a fox... wait, no, that's not a fox. That's a Kitsune. A human... kitsune? Wait, this could be a furry. Is he a furry? You don't care actually. He's hot.

The male is pale, and he stares at you, curious as to why you were still out at this hour.

"Do you not know that the full moon brings out demons?"

Upon first notice, his hair is white, the tips blushed red. His ears are the same, white fading into red, and you take note of the seven tails coming out of him. He's in a white kimono, and he almost looks like a female had it not been for his voice. He's pretty. Like really pretty. In fact, he's so pretty that the only thing you can think about is how pretty he is. How is this random fox-looking guy in a shrine so gorgeous? What the hell? How dare he? Ah, was he a Kitsune?

"I haven't gone weary from exhaustion, have I?" You squint at the male.

"No," He smiles. "You haven't."

"Right," you smile. "I'm trying to get home through the temple. There's a shortcut here."

"I see," The male's ears perk at the information. "Shall I walk you home? It's dangerous for someone as pretty as you to be alone."

"How do I know you're not the same as them?" You raise a brow and keep walking.

"Well," He follows you. "If you didn't let trash like me help, you'd end up devoured."

"By the demons?"

"By the demons," He walks next to you, and you take a look at him again. He's fucking gorgeous.

He stares back at you, unsure about what to feel. "I'm so sorry... having to have someone as awful as me lead you to the exit... how horrible that must be..."

"Huh? Trash?" You raise a brow at the male. "You?"

"Yes... there are so many better kitsunes to help..."

It's strange. You had thought Kitsunes were confident people. Well, it's not like it matters. You glance at him, blinking in curiosity. You wonder why he lacks so much confidence in himself. He's among the prettier Kitsunes met by people, yet at some point, you wonder why he's like this. You think he's cute.

"Um... if it helps, I'm glad you're the one helping me," You smile at him shyly.

He stares at you, eyes wide in fascination. "Ah... wow... thank you! You know, it's incredible that someone as plain as you could even thank me, but thank you! You seem like a nice darling. What are you doing out here again? What if someone jumps you?"

You scratch your cheek. "That won't happen."

"And you're so sure because?" Komaeda glances at the forest.

"The village is kind," you smile. "Thank you for escorting me, kitsune."

Komaeda smiles at you. "I do hope I get to see you again some day."

"We'll see," you rush back into your estate, calling for your family. You brought them dinner.

The village snakes catch wind of you out with a man at night. How scandalous! How vile. Whoring around before you even got married or engaged? Who did you think you were? How disgusting. A demon especially? You weren't walking around with any other man; you were walking around with the devil! The village spreads the news quickly, and even your parents start to shun you. Ah. How cruel.

You stay home, shunned by everyone alike. You wonder what you did. Maybe you shouldn't have asked for the fox's help. Was it your fault for that? You wonder yourself. Well, it's not like you'd ever have the chance to find out. Your parents would probably wed you off to a nearby village since you were caught escorted by a demon.

The news trickles in slowly at first.

There's been a murder in the village.

You aren't part of it, so you sit back in your room and have dinner alone.

Then, a second.

A third.

A fourth.

It's a serial murder case.

The village curses and yells at each other, screaming about how someone of their own blood could betray them. The hostility that swirls around each villager's family at the sight of another is enough to make your stomach lurch with disgust. You suppose it was sooner or later that the village would create its downfall. You just hope you don't end up in the house if anyone tries to burn you alive.

You wonder what's going on when the entire village goes silent after a meeting.

"They're telling us to quarantine," Your older sister tells you, sliding you your lunch. "So that the murderer can't get to us."

"Mm," You mumble weakly. "Will I be let out in our yard?"

"Kaa-san and tou-san said no," She sighs. "Eat well."

"Thank you."

The murderer can enter houses apparently. First, the local farmer's house dies in a massacre. The village screams and cries when the food supply is cut off. Then, the local woodsman dies. You stopped caring after the sixth family died. The village is terrified for their life. There's something about how they're convinced it's your fault or something. You've been locked in your room, but the spirits are looking to devour you or such. You think it's hysterical, but to the paranoid villagers, it isn't so much so.

Then, the local priest receives an oracle from the heavens... or something like that. You're not sure. You're being dragged and pulled around to bathe and get ready for something. No one's telling you anything. You sit there in silence as they dress you, the clothes feeling heavy after months of wearing rags.

"Am I being sacrificed?" You stare at your mother, and she turns to the side. "I'll take that as a yes."

Your sister places her necklace on you, and you stare at yourself in the mirror. You're not sure how to feel anymore. You suppose that the detachment of living alone and having meals sent to you has detached you from your family. Would you be saved? You wonder how that spirit was doing. Perhaps you'd get saved. What pointless thoughts.

The villagers parade you down the road in your wedding kimono. You don't look at anyone, but stare at the woods instead. You wonder if you could make a run for it. Probably not. You haven't left your room in months. It'd be impossible to outrun people who were working in the fields every day.

The stop is the same temple you passed that night.

You stare at the red of the torii, and you stand in the center of the temple. The village throws flowers around the space, and you sit down on the floor. 

Day turns to night, and the sun sets to rest. The village leaves at sunset.

The moon rises to start its night.

It's cold in the temple. 

It's another full moon again.

You wonder if the demons will really eat you this time.

You hear leaves rustle behind you, and you stare at the animal. It's a fox.

"Hey," You susurrate at the fox. The animal steps over and rubs against you. You hum gently, petting it.

"It's just the two of us, huh?" You rub its fur, the fox chirping happily. "I wonder what I did wrong."

"Nothing, really," The fox on your lap glows, and the weight changes. You lean back, shielding your eyes, and you stare at the male leaning forward. "Humans are selfish creatures just as we are vengeful ones."

You blink at the male. "You're... the kitsune I met that day."

"Yep," He grins. "Oh, for your information, the oracle wasn't wrong. I just need... some way to remove the curse from you and then you'll be fine. Really only spirits and demons can do that."

You blink at him. "I'm cursed?"

"You know the black cat on the first day?" Komaeda's tail tickles your wrist.

"Mm?"

"Demon," He rubs himself against you. "I really only wanted to escort you back but... you're really pretty."

Komaeda rests his ear on your chest, and he purrs. You lift a hand to pet his hair, and he hums happily.

"And how do I get rid of the curse?"

"Ah..." Komaeda's cheeks burn red. "Um... blessings."

"Huh?"

Komaeda blinks innocently at you, hand trailing up your thigh. His fingers dance up to your stomach, and he presses gently. You blink at him curiously, and he lowers his mouth to your shoulder. Sliding the fabric off gently, he whispers again. "Blessings." And he bites on your shoulder.

You yelp, squirming from the way his canines dug into your skin.

"I'm sorry," He mumbles against your skin. "You have to have a spirit as awful as me break your curse but... I just can't help but..."

"H-huh?" You feel your back pressed to the temple floor. And Komaeda cages you in with his arms.

"F-forgive me for... violating you like this," Komaeda whimpers, sliding his hand up your chest. Pulling at the fabric roughly, the wedding kimono is ripped, not without a weak apology from the kitsune. You're not even sure what his name is, but as he presses his lips to yours, your mind spaces out. Your lips part for his tongue almost naturally, and he kisses you feverishly. He grips your shoulders, licking at you.

Your eyes glaze over, and Komaeda's lips trickle down your face to your chest. 

"N-name," You gasp as he pinches your nipple. 

"Hm?" He peeks at you, eyes wide with interest.

"Y-your name," You whimper as a tail tickles you.

"Nagito," He blows on your ear. "Hm? Darling?"

Your lips part as he moves back to your chest, twisting and sucking at your nipples. The skin turns red from his pinching, and he bites curiously at the nubs. You make such pretty noises when he does. He peeks down at you curiously, taking in the sounds that slip past your lips. He's lost count of how many sacrifices he's taken and killed on the spot, yet you make him want to keep you alive. Maybe he'd actually take a sacrifice back home for once. It wouldn't hurt.

He presses a hand to your stomach, and the other pries your legs open. 

"To think they went so far this time..." He mumbles, sliding a finger into you. He stares at the liquid that trickles out, and he smiles cheekily. They seem to get better every time.

You shift from the new feeling, and Komaeda blinks as he moves his finger. Wow. You're really wet.

He slides a second finger in and hums in amusement as you try to move your legs. There's a thin sheen of sweat on your body, and Komaeda lowers his mouth to his fingers, curious about how you'll taste. 

"N-NO!" You yelp, trying to push his head away. "Th-that's dirty!"

Komaeda ignores you taking out his finger to hold your wrists to your stomach. He lowers his mouth and licks. You squeak and try to kick him away, but he just presses his tongue into you instead. Your thighs tighten around his head, and he looks up at you, half curious to see what you looked like.

You look heavenly. 

Komaeda stares at your lips parted and head thrown back. His ears flutter amusedly, and he starts sucking. He uses his free hand to keep your legs apart, and he hums. The vibrations shoot up your core, and you gasp. You struggle against his hold, and Komaeda continues eating you out. Ah, you taste so much better than the previous sacrifices. He's almost glad he got you caught on purpose. Well, not that he would tell you.

You struggle against his grip even harder, and he feels you tighten around his tongue. He moves his hand from your thigh to help his tongue, and you strain against him, whimpering and crying. It feels weird. You feel weird. Komaeda ignores your whines, and he speeds up instead. Your kicking eventually turns to thrashing, and with a final thrust of his fingers, you come undone on his face. 

Your cum soaks him, and his ears flick to get the fluid off while he licks to clean you up a little. He tests you out with his fingers, and he grimaces. You're not stretched well enough. Before you can register what's going on, Komaeda's eating you out again. This time, he cares not for your comfort, but he's trying to get you as wet as possible. You cry and shake, pawing at his head to try and get him off of you because you're sensitive from the last orgasm, but he pays your ministrations no mind. 

Your second orgasm hits harder than the first. Your legs tighten around his head, and you cry from how hard it hits you. Your cum squirts all over his face. The bottom of his ears are drenched, and he gets back to licking you clean. He's a little gentler this time, making sure you're somewhat clean.

He finally detaches himself from you, and he stares at the strand of fluid that connects his lips to you.

"Ready for the actual curse-breaking now?" He smiles cheekily, almost mockingly.

"H-huh?"

"That was to make sure," Komaeda licks his lips, pulling you to his chest, finally letting you sit up. "That you'd be able to fit..." He tugs the bottom of his kimono apart. "This." Your eyes widen at his cock.

"That won't fit," You whine as he lifts you gently and hushes you.

"It will if you stop squirming," He bites on your shoulder and spreads your hole, slamming you down. You choke on a broken moan, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and Komaeda licks the wound on your shoulder. "See?"

Your nails dig into his shoulders, and Komaeda purrs in your ear. Your mind is somewhere else as you sit in his lap. Komaeda laps at your neck while he waits for you to adjust. You hear him ramble about how pretty you are between the licks, and you sigh in exhaustion. The tears on your cheeks are dry at this point. Komaeda's ears twitch at the sigh, and he presses a kiss under your eyes.

"Can I move?"

"Is this really going to break the curse?" You exhale sharply as he thrusts into you. You yelp.

"It's never not worked," He hums. "Humans are cruel, you know?"

You whimper as he bounces you on his lap.

"When I heard the priest," He presses a kiss to your lips. He tastes like you. "I thought your family would surely resist. They didn't, and they sent you here instead. Now you're my bride."

Your grip on his shoulders loosens a little, and Komaeda hums gently, pressing a hand to your stomach.

"See? I can feel myself thrusting into you," He hums. "I'm so glad trash like me received someone as angelic as you for my bride. You're going to look lovely living with me." He babbles, and you pant as he continues bouncing you. You can feel another orgasm coming. Clawing at his chest gently, Komaeda presses a kiss to your neck. 

"Cum for me, angel," He slams you down harshly, and you arch. Your lips part, and Komaeda stares at you come undone on him. His pupils dilate, and he stares at the cum seep out of you. Ah. He had cum as well. A ring of white forms at the base of his cock, and he glances at your tired form. He wants more.

Without warning, Komaeda pushes you back onto the ground. Your eyes widen, and you yelp, but Komaeda makes no motion to stop. You feel him grow hard in you again, and he thrusts back into you. The tile scratches against your back, creating marks over you, and you cry as Komaeda bites down on the nape of your neck. You hear something briefly about how that way the others would know you're his, but you're too fucked out to pay attention.

Komaeda breeds you like he has no tomorrow. His thrusts are sharp, bumping your cervix, desperate to make sure that you're full, filled, guaranteed to have his pretty little pups. The idea of you all pretty and round with his kits, his kits. Komaeda hikes your leg further up his shoulder, pressing your knees to your chest to make sure his cum stays. He's never been one to hope for good luck but fuck; the things he would do to see you running around with you two's kits had him weak.

"N-Nagi," You gasp, whimpering at how rough he was. "'s too much."

"You can take it." He hisses, nestling his cock deeper into you. "You've lasted until now; you can take another one."

You sob as Komaeda peppers kisses over your face and chest. His claws dig into your waist, forcing you impossibly closer to him. The tears streaming down your face are replaced with a set of new ones, and Komaeda whispers sweet nothings into your ear. You got this. You're his good girl, aren't you? His sweet little angel? His pretty little thing.

His tail fans around you, and all you can see is the white of his tail and the pink at the tips. He's really pretty. His tails are really pretty. You brush your finger against it gently, and Komaeda moans. Ah. He sounds really pretty. You whimper as he thrusts into you particularly sharply. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten, and you cum again. His kimono is wet beyond repair by now.

He hisses as he fills you up again. The white fills you up, painting your walls and forming a new ring at the base of his cock. Komaeda licks his lips at the white and nibbles on your earlobe. You heave, breathing heavily, and he licks up your cheek to taste your tears.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders with what little strength you have, and he lets your leg down from his shoulder. For a moment, you think he's going to let you breathe. He doesn't. Instead, he sits up, forcing you up with him, keeping you plugged. "Last one, I promise."

You don't even have the strength to argue against him now.

His thrusts start slow, his cum trickling out of you, making a mess of the temple floor. You let out a broken moan, and he takes it as a sign to continue.

"I'll fill you up again, I promise," Komaeda pants. "I'll make sure that you're bred and full by the end of tonight. Ah, I can't wait to see what kind of hope the two of us create. I'd be thrilled if they took after you. They'd look so pretty if they looked like you."

You tighten your arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around your back instinctively. He lifts you from the ground as he continues thrusting. The fur on his tail wraps you protectively, and it's soft. "hah..., I love you so much, angel. You were so kind to me when I helped you out. You didn't complain when the village threw you out to me... You deserve the world... I'll give it to you if you ask. I'll even turn you into a spirit if you want. Anything for you... you're so... dazzling... darling... angel... hah..."

Weakly, you cum on Komaeda again, and you feel his cum fill you up again. You blink tiredly as he licks at you, and your eyes close. Softly, you hear Komaeda tell you to rest.

The morning sun kisses you awake gently, and you wake up to the soft fur of the kitsune wrapped around you. You blink awake slowly, and Komaeda grins down at you.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Where... am I?"

"My residence," Komaeda presses a kiss to your forehead before pushing back. "Ah, I'm sorry. I should've asked for permission. Trash like me really doesn't deserve to be touching someone like you so lightly-"

"No," You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. "Good morning, Nagito."

His eyes widen, and a dazzling smile makes it onto his face. Komaeda wraps his arms around your waist and presses a hand to your stomach. He looks fondly at you, and you sigh.

"I love you a lot," Komaeda hums. "Angel."

"I know," You hum back. "Thank you for saving me."

"Anything for you."