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Theres something different about Nanami.
Mauve hair curling just under her chin, soft pink eyes, a short and soft body that fit right into his shoulder. It wasn't like she was terribly different from the other girls, though, he had to admit she was about a thousand times cuter. But there was just something different, something unique, something that shined...
What was it? What was it? What was it?
All of the Ultimate shined, yet she somehow shone brighter. A brilliant blinding light. The way she spoke in the trials was just so-!
And yet, that wasn't what was different. All of the Ultimates shone in one way or another. The thing he kept noticing, the thing that kept drawing him in was-was more earthy, more base, more...more....
She almost ran into him once, just casual happenstance. An accident like so many others he had experienced. It was just the barest, briefest brush of her arm against his...
And yet it nearly set him on fire.
He's never really cared about girls. Aesthetically, yes, some of them he can understand, but when it comes to moments of overly exaggerated lust he's just never seemed to muster up the flush that his male fellows do. To be honest, he's known that he prefers them over the girls for several years now. He had a bit of an adventure involving a bunch of bullies and a locker room in middle school (and a rather unfortunate bench that he'd dirtied after) and ever since then he's sort of. Known. What he prefers.
But apparently that is also flexible, because Nanami is there in a swimsuit and her breasts aren't exactly well contained and he knows he shouldn't stare, has managed not to stare, but it's a challenge, and the urge to bite them, and much more urgently, the girl attached to them, is almost unbearable.
Meaning that he missed nearly everything that she's said to him. Whoops.
"Ah, sorry Nanami I'm-I;m a bit distracted so. Um. What were you saying again?"
Nanami stares at him for almost a full minute before a slight blush appears on her face and her eyes widen. "Oh....wait...don't tell me you actually-" Then she purses her lips and steps into his cabin, cute little furrow in her brows that is completely unfair as she-she presses herself right up on his chest...
Oh there is no more blood in his brain. He's spent this whole killing game distracting himself from the reactions of his body and now of all people to get to him it's Nanami?
"I was saying, Komaeda, if you wouldn't come with me to the hotel for a bit? There's....something I've been wanting to show you."
Okay that was a trap if he's ever heard one. Still, it was extremely hard to focus on what she could be planning when he's.....well....hard.
He thought verbally sparring with Hajime was the only thing on this island to get him to full mast but apparently Chiaki in a too tight swimsuit was also...
But it's not that surprising. Ever since he first saw her he's felt drawn in by her aura. Something about her, how cute she was, how kind she was, there was a feeling of.....want. Of aching want. She has something and he needs it. But he's pushed it back because-
Because people like him aren't allowed to have the things he wants. Especially if they were people.
But now, oh how he wants....
"Nanami-san seems...rather insistent." He murmurs, as she presses against him harder, her flush going all the way down to her neck, and oh that was way too cute... "Whatever you need to say you can say right here, you know?"
His right hand hovers over her hip, not touching, not moving, there's a heated pressure pressing down on them both, and he's not entirely sure what it is yet.
Maybe it's the weight of the hangman's noose around his own neck. Would be fitting. Would be right.
Nanami seems to freeze, before her gaze steels and she...she curls fingers into his shirt.
"I...I....I need to say it there." She manages, refusing to look at him, and that's damning all on it's own. Honestly, they were terrible for picking her for this task, Hajime would've probably been better. Maybe.
Or maybe their plan just isn't very good. He'll figure out what to do about it later, but for now...
"Right. Sure you do." He chuckles, his own fingers curling into the straps on her hip. "Okay, I'll bite. I could never resist such adorable bait."
She flinches, and he leans down to breath along her ear. "I just have a request, just a small favor really, since you seem about halfway to doing it anyway."
Nanami swallows, her flush is down to her shoulders, creeping to rest on the tops of her breasts. She looks conflicted, but then she meets his gaze dead on. "What's the request?"
There's something so...so...different.
"Have sex with me."
'
This is what Chiaki knows; There are no bombs on Jabberwocky Island.
She has no idea what Komaeda is after, or what he wants. If she had the capability she'd tell him who the traitor was without a second thought, but she doesn't.
She has no idea what Monokuma told him, or why he's acting like he is. All this time, and she still has no idea what goes on in that head of his.
But she knows who's face she wears, this inevitability doesn't surprise her at all.
I'm sorry I'm not her. She thinks. I'm sorry I couldn't be her, I didn't think it was fair.
Please stop this. There has to be another way.
She looks up at him, his eyes are unreadable, his expression stone. She has no idea what angle this is, but maybe...maybe it isn't an angle at all.
Maybe Komaeda's just sick of being lonely.
"Okay." She answers.
'
She said okay.
Nagito's heart pounds in his chest, a roaring starting in his ears. He feels light headed.
She said okay.
Is he really going to do this? He thinks, before he wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her inside, shutting and locking the door behind him in one smooth motion.
She said okay.
He's barely thinking as he presses his lips against hers, bruising kisses, biting until she gasps and lets his tongue slide in to curl around hers. There's something so different, her taste, her smell, her sounds...she's so soft and cute and sweet and as her legs wrap around his waste all he can think is that there is absolutely no reason why he should allow himself to entertain this...
But he's desperate. The more he indulges the more he finds himself taking. Her suit is easy to take off, just undo the strings along her hips and it falls, his pants are no harder, his zipper easily sliding down and cock fished out, hard and dripping, and he's been harder but the fact that he's ready for her at all is-
They move to his desk, Nanami sitting at a perfect height for him to brace over her and push inside...
She's soft. Warm. He expels a huff as his vision blurs, her clinging tight to him and pressing her face into his shoulder. She's so much shorter than him. He can curl over her and with the help of his coat he can hide her and-
Oh. Oh that does something to him. He throbs inside. He didn't think he'd have a thing for height difference or things like that, or maybe it's just because it's her. He wants her under him. Wants to hide her, to keep her...
God, he's not even fully in her yet and-!
"Are you..." He pants. "Okay...?"
Nanami trembles against him, holds him tighter for a moment and oh god she squeezes around him tight-! Then she relaxes.
"Keep....keep going..." She breaths.
He nuzzles into her shoulder, nips a little at her neck, resists biting it for the moment, though the urge is getting a little out of control. "Tell me if it's hurting." He murmurs into her ear, a hand running up and down her spine. "Let me know. Please...."
She takes a moment, then presses her forehead against his neck. "...Gimmie a second."
He hums, glad she's being honest, then starts kissing and nipping along her neck. She's so tight around him, maybe too tight, so he works on making it good for her in spite of his selfishness.
He lifts his hand to press against one of her breasts and she gasps and he smiles.
The top of her swimsuit vanishes to join it's twin on the cabin floor.
She gets wet as he touches her skin, gently squeezing her nipples, her body squeezing around him as he finally indulges and sinks teeth into her neck.
"M-move. Please." She pants, her limbs wrapping around him and holding him tighter.
She doesn't need to ask again.
He doesn't think, just moves, acts on instinct as he pushes himself into her, bucks against the desk and holds her tight against him. Vision hazed over, completely lost in the sensation.
Neither of them are very loud, her wines are soft, heavy breathing, just clinging desperately to him, her face staying buried into his shoulder. His mouth is occupied by her neck, breathing into her skin, focused fully on the feeling, on not thinking about the tomorrow that doesn't exist for him, about a past he barely knows that damns him, about the pain in his chest that will not go away whenever he sees or speaks or even thinks about her...
She is here, in his arms, trembling under him and safe, and that is all he will let himself think.
"K-Ko..." Nanami warbles, her fingers digging into his back under his coat, and he licks a long stripe up her neck to her ear. "Cl-close!"
"Come on me." He says, bucking harder into her, trying to get her to that point of release. "Come on my cock, Nanami-san." Then his hand grips her neck from the back.
Then she lets out a squeal, still soft, buried into his shoulder, and she tightens around him, hot and wet and it feels so, so good. He can't help but fuck into her, wild, not thinking as he reaches for more, more, more.
Then he presses inside her as deep as he can, as hard as he can, stays and grinds and chokes on his breath as he throbs, fills her, distantly his mind chastising his mistake, while he grinds harder and wants to fill her again.
He holds her tight to him, breathing heavy even as he comes down, his eyes wide and wild, a beast. An animal.
Eventually he relaxes his grip as he comes back to reality. To the actuality of his situation. She's not his. She'll never be his. It's stupid for him to want otherwise. The universe is never that kind, especially to him.
He lets her go and doesn't look her in the eyes.
"Give me a bit to clean up." He murmurs, watches as she gingerly slides off the desk, her legs visibly trembling. "I'll head over to the hotel after."
Nanami pauses after picking up her suit, winces as she slides the bottom half over her legs. "Komaeda." She says, not looking at him. "There's a better way to do this, I think."
There's a faint bruise on her neck. He swallows down the guilt. "I don't think there is."
She pouts, looks almost heartbroken a moment before turning towards the exit. "...Just come to the hotel. Please."
"I'll be there." He says, lightening his voice, smile back on even as he watches her walk away from him, watches her back as she leaves to go back to the others, a little soiled, a little disappointed, an added sin to her back staining her courtesy of him and his depraved selfishness.
She's probably the same as the rest of them. Soiled and vile and evil, but it's hard for him to think of her that way, even if it'd salve his own consciousness. He doesn't know who he wants to be the traitor more. Her or Hajime.
Still, it was nice to pretend for a moment that he had someone. Nanami is so kind.
There's just something so....so different about her....