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The skirt is cute. You got it from Sonia, who was sworn to secrecy on the matter, but had helped you pick out one that would look flattering on you. It’s dark green and a little small on you and high on your waist so it barely covers your ass, which is a little embarrassing.
You have your button up on, and its tucked into the skirt but stretches uncomfortably around the chest. Your tits aren’t huge but they’re big, and the shirt really doesn’t fit you well when they’re not flattened by a binder. You look in the mirror at yourself, absently playing with the hem of your skirt.
You probably wouldn’t have liked this a few years ago, when your dysphoria was worse, but now looking like a girl is a little… Hot. Seeing yourself like this makes you squirm and the heat between your legs grow. This is a little too embarrassing to show to Komaeda, though, who luckily isn’t home.
Your luck runs out soon, though, because almost as soon as you think about him you hear the front door opening. You freeze and feel your stomach drop.
“Hajime? I’m back early!”
Nagito is home. Nagito is walking towards your bedroom. Nagito is going to see you in a skirt . Before you can think on it any more, the door opens and he sees you where you had frozen, one hand groping your own chest.
Komaeda looks like he’s about to pass out. He looks at your skirt and then at your chest and then back down at the skirt before moving closer until he’s inches away and you can hear how heavy his breathing is. He raises his hand to chest level and pauses.
“Can I…?” He asks, sounding entranced. You nod, face pink from humiliation, which you know from experience is only making him more turned on. He grabs your tits with both hands, squeezing and groping them.
God, you’re so wet. If you had any underwear on, you would have soaked through them by now. One of his hands brush over your nipples and you whine and shudder a little. He starts unbuttoning your shirt and pulls it out from where it was tucked into your skirt and you bite your lip as your chest feels the cold air.
Without warning he grabs both your nipples and squeezes them roughly which makes you cry out.
“That’s what happens when little girls don’t tell things to their Mommies,” He smiles wide at you, so obviously amusing himself.
“I-I- Aaah-” You try to stutter out an apology but you can’t speak very coherently when he won’t stop tugging and rolling your nipples. He takes one hand off your chest, finally, and starts pushing his hand up underneath your skirt. You try making a noise of protest but he just kisses you, shoving his tongue into your mouth and his hand finds your dripping cunt.
He moves his finger up and down it and seems mildly shocked and pleasantly surprised by just how wet you are. He pulls away from the kiss and seems to consider something. You have no idea what’s going on in his head, but its certainly nothing good.
“Hajime, turn around please! And bend over against the wall.” Well now you’re really confused. If he plans on fucking you, doesn’t he need to get his strap first? And doesn’t he need to prep-
You’re snapped out of your thoughts as you remember you were given instructions. You comply reluctantly, turning around and pushing your hands against the wall for support as you spread your legs and bend over. The position is slightly awkward and forces you to be much more exposed than you’d like.
Komaeda sighs, sounding like he’s in bliss as he runs his hand up and down your hips, still barely covered by the skirt. He pushes it up, though, the fabric bunching and exposing your ass. Without any warning he brings his hand down hard and smacks it.
“Hng- Momm- Mommy, what are you-” He cuts you off almost as soon as you begin speaking.
“Aw, this is your punishment for not telling Mommy about this! So be a good girl and take it, okay? And make sure to count from now on, or I’ll have to restart. Do you understand, baby?” He coos at you, sounding so condescending that your clit twitches and you get even more wet. You swallow and nod. “Good girl!”
He brings his hand down again, slightly less hard this time. You whimper before getting your thoughts together and remembering you needed to count.
“One…” You mumble the word and you can’t see it but you know he’s grinning. Komaeda’s always pleased when you do what he tells you to. The punishment continues on for the next 20 or so minutes, with your ass bright red by the end of it. You had lost count after 25 and just devolved into pathetic sobs and whines, but you think he was too pleased by the tears streaming down your face to scold you for not counting.
Nagito sighs happily at the sight of your red, sore ass. He touches it lightly and you hissed from the sting, which made him even more pleased.
He moves himself closer until his hips are pressed against you and then he starts humping you and god this is so humiliating and painful and hot.
“Do you think you learned your lesson?” You can’t even respond, too choked up by the hot pain as he rubs roughly against the bruised flesh. “C’mon, good girls use their words! You wanna be good, don’t you?”
You really, really wanna be good. More than anything in the whole world, actually. So you shudder and breathe deep for a second to get yourself able to talk again.
“Yes… I’m- Mmph- ! ” You really are trying, but it’s so difficult when you can’t stop sobbing and he’s still rutting against your sore ass. “I’m sorry! I learned my lesson!” You force the words out, knowing if you try to take your time you’ll end up stammering and crying again.
Nagito pulls away and stops humping you and you sob again, though now from relief. He pets your hair and lets you recover, still shaking and unable to stop crying.
“Oh, Hajime, you’ve been so good. I think you deserve a reward.”
Without fanfare he grabs you and gently moves you over to the bed. You crawl up to the pillows when he pushes you lightly and you hiss in discomfort as you lay on your back. You feel like a mess, unbuttoned shirt and skirt still on, and he’s still fully dressed. You’re about to complain when before you can, he gets between your legs and lays down on top of you.
“Wh- What are you-”
“I’m giving you your reward, Hajime! Didn’t you just hear me say that a few seconds ago?” He smiles at you condescendingly and then leans down before biting your collarbone. He sucks a few hickeys there and on your neck before moving down to your tits.
He cups one and then takes your nipple in his mouth suddenly, making you moan loudly. He sucks and bites at it, and goddammit this is more of a reward for him than you because you know he loves your tits more than anything but you can’t be mad because fuck this feels good and-
Your rambling internal monologue is cut off when he starts moving lower again, trailing kisses down your stomach until his face is between your legs where your skirt has fallen down and is now covering you again.
He looks up at you for a second and then back at your crotch and-
“Wh-!” You gasp in shock as he pressed your face into the slightly damp fabric and smells it. Oh my god. You reach down and shakily put your hands in his hair and pet him. He makes a pleased sound and rubs his face against it and breathes like- Like- You don’t even know how to describe it. God, he’s weird and it makes your pussy wet.
(You’re definitely also weird because it’s not like you aren’t also getting off on him doing this, so. Can’t really judge too much.)
He spends a while down there, simply breathing heavily before pulling his head up and smiling at you.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself, Hinata-kun! You smell so good.” He nuzzles against your thigh and you grimace a little at the pain from him smacking your ass earlier, the tender flesh rubbing uncomfortably against the sheets and your skirt.
He spreads your legs wider and lifts up your skirt finally . He looks at your cunt with such adoration that you have to blush and look away, embarrassed by just how much he seems to enjoy this.
Maybe looking away was a bad idea, actually, because when he leans forward and licks a stripe up your pussy you are caught completely off guard. You grip on his hair tightens and he starts eating you out with such fervor that you feel like you’re dying. Your legs shake on either side of his head and you have to let go of his hair because if you pull any harder you’re gonna start yanking it out of his scalp.
You clutch at the sheets and feel like you’re gonna start crying again because this is just so much to handle. He’s saying something to you but his words sound like they’re underwater, your brain too focused on the sensation of your boyfriend eating your pussy like he’s starving.
He moves his mouth up and bites your clit and that’s all it takes to make you cum. You throw a hand over your mouth and muffle your sobs as your cunt spasms and he eagerly licks up everything that comes out.
After a moment, though, he looks up at you and frowns. You pant and catch your breath and look down at him in return, confused as to why he seems to be pouting.
“You didn’t let me hear! Bad girl.”
“I- Hah - Sorry..?”
“We’re not stopping until I get you to cum again. And Mommy wants to hear this time, okay?” He sits up and grins wide. You feel so oversensitive and sore and you know if you said you couldn’t do it that he’d stop, but…
“Okay, Mommy.”
He looks so pleased, reaching up and grabbing both your cheeks and squeezing your face affectionately. You cringe a little, feeling your own cum on his hands.
“Oh, you’re so good, Hinata-kun!”
You laugh, flustered and embarrassed- You’ve never been sure how to receive praise, but that seems to only make Komaeda love showering you with it even more.
He looks at the bedside table on his side, presumably going to reach for lube. Nagito leans over and rummages around in his drawer before moving back holding… Not lube?
It takes a second to realize what he’s holding and your face goes even more red when you see it. Oh. A vibrator.
“Now, you’re not allowed to cum until Mommy’s cock is inside you, okay?” You nod and he pats your head.
He presses the small white plastic device against your clit, not turned on yet. You’re so, so soaked, and he rubs it up and down your bottom growth before suddenly turning it on to a medium setting. You practically thrash around, trying to squirm away from the intense sensations on your already sensitive cunt. He simply tsks at that and uses his free hand to grab your hip, holding you in place.
God, you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes again. It’s almost too much, and when combined with the feeling of the marks from earlier stinging still your whole body feels like it’s on fire. You pant and moan and whimper, too far gone to be even remotely embarrassed about sounding like a bitch in heat.
Nagito seems to be really enjoying the show. He’s squirming a little as well, rubbing his still clothed thighs together and biting his lip.
You really don’t want to beg. You really, really, really hate begging. You know, however, that it’s one of the only ways you can actually get him to do what you want in your scenes. Use your words, Hinata-kun! You’ve heard that sentence so much that it’s practically burned into your brain by now.
“Mommy, can I plea- Can I please…” You stutter, too embarrassed by all of this.
“H-Huh? What do you want, Hinata-kun?” His voice is high and overexcited. You were right, he is so eager to hear you beg and ask for what you want. You look away, unable to say it while looking him in the eyes, but- He just drops his hand off your hip and grabs your face roughly, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Come on, use your big girl words!”
“Can I please have your cock, Mommy?”
Komaeda practically squeals and it would have been cute if you weren’t red faced and overstimulated and on the verge of bursting into tears for, what, the third time tonight?
“Of course! Anything for my precious Hajime! Aw, Mommy’s so proud of you.” He stops grabbing onto your face so harshly and instead strokes it gently. “How big do you want tonight? You’re wet enough that it shouldn’t take too long to prep you!” The reminder of just how horny you are over this makes you even more humiliated. He better never tell anyone the details of what you two do.
“I-I don’t know. Whatever you want, it doesn’t really matter to me.” That seemed to be the wrong answer because he looks even more excited now and that probably does not mean good things for the outlook on whether or not you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.
Nagito scooches back and turns off the vibrator, dropping it onto the bed sheets. He brings his fingers down to your cunt instead this time and you sigh in relief as you feel the tip of one of his long fingers start to enter you. That sigh turns into a moan, your walls clenching around him. No matter how many times he uses you, you’re still always so tight.
It takes a few seconds of effort before his first two fingers are inside of you, but all you can think of is how bad you want more . You grind your hips down on his hand as he slowly, slowly scissors you open, stretching your hole in preparation. You wish he’d go faster, but you’ve already begged and humiliated yourself enough for one night. Plus, you’re not supposed to be cumming until he’s inside of you, so maybe slow is for the best. You’re not sure how long you’d last if he started going rougher.
He bends down a little and you realize with slight horror that he’s watching your hole stretch from his fingers, looking inside of you. This is so humiliating and-
Any coherent thought goes out the window as his third finger enters you.
“Fuck!” You turn your head to the side and grab a throw pillow, burying your face in it to muffle your sobs. It’s so much at once and you can barely take it, but you’re certainly not gonna stop now when you’re so close.
Nagito is really taking his time with fingering you open. It’s another 4 minutes or so before he puts in a fourth finger ? Fuck, just how big is the dildo he’s planning on putting into you? Definitely no walking tomorrow, on second thought.
When he pulls out his fingers you feel like you’re going to kill him if he doesn’t get inside of you.
“If there’s not something in me soon, I’m gonna strangle you.” You huff, sounding less threatening and more like a petulant child.
“So bossy, Hinata-kun!”
He giggles, enjoying your little pouting. He gets up off the bed and goes to the closet, digging around before grabbing out his usual strap and a very large grey dildo. He shimmies down his pants and keeps his boxers on as he slides on the harness and secures the dildo in place. He gets back on the bed and climbs on top of you.
All you can do is stare helplessly at the huge cock about to be shoved into you. It’s long and thick, it has to be at least 8 inches, but you’re not exactly sure. Your vision is blurry from tears.
He’s murmuring some type of mindless praise into your ear as he lines up the tip with your hole and slowly pushes it in.
The stretch is so much that you feel like you’re dying. You’re gonna die and it’s gonna be all Komaeda and his stupid huge dick’s fault.
“Ah, Hajime, you’re so good….”
Nevermind, you take back any complaining, getting praised while speared open on cock makes it definitely worth it.
He strokes your hair as he continues in, rubbing his face against your neck like a cat. You can barely stand it and when he’s finally all the way in you feel like you’ve been getting penetrated for hours. Your chest heaves and you look down and all you can think about is the fact that you are never going to be able to wear this skirt anywhere because you will only be able to think about getting fucked mindless in it.
The first thrust out and then back in feels just as intense as it sliding in for the first time. It’s so big and overwhelming and you feel like you’re in heaven. You try to moan his name but the sounds all come out broken and barely understandable.
“K-K- Aahh- I- You-” He simply laughs at your pathetic excuse for speech and continues rambling about how good you are, how tight your cunt is, how much he loves you.
Stopping the flood of tears now is just completely impossible. All you can do is clutch onto him desperately as he fucks you harder and harder and makes your legs shake.
You wish this was a real dick, you want him to cum in you so bad, there’s nothing you want more than to be pumped full of his cum. The fact that he can’t get you pregnant is a travesty.
The only thing you want more than for him to cum in you is for you to cum again, which is likely to happen soon, if your barely understandable words and even less understandable thoughts are anything to go by.
Your legs wrap around him and you shudder violently, moaning nonstop and being so, so loud. You’re not even usually that loud, but all of this combined has ended up with you sounding like a pornstar.
It only takes a couple more thrusts in and out for you to scream as you cum, squeezing down on him so tight that he can barely continue fucking you through it. Komaeda takes a second to pull out and look at you limp on the bed, thoroughly fucked. He smiles fondly and takes off the strap, tossing it onto the floor to deal with later.
You’re so tired you can barely move, but when he lays down next to you you roll onto your side, your whole body sore and achy and blink at him.
Oh, fuck, wait, you never got him off.
“Mm, I can take care of you now.” You mumble, sounding sleepy.
“Aah- There’s no need for-” You reach into his boxers regardless, only to realize with mild shock that it seems like he’s already came just from fucking you. Well, that’s flattering. You both blush and you pull your hand out.
He helps take the skirt and your shirt off gently and then throws them into the hamper at the end of the bed, luckily landing it in perfectly. He tucks you under the covers and you groan as he smiles in that way he only does when he thinks he has something real funny to say.
“So, panties next?”