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You aren’t sure what possessed you to take the photo. You are even less sure what possessed you to hit send.
This incessant crush that you’ve had for almost two years now, it isn't going anywhere. It only gets stronger and stronger. with every meeting your heart races faster, you’ve been dreaming about his hands, the cut of his jaw. Nagito Komaeda consumes your every thought.
You aren't good with words. You have no idea how you would even begin to tell him how you feel about him. How you have always felt about him. So did something stupid, shirt off, tits out stupid .
But what's done is done. All you can do now is wait. Chewing on your fingernails and staring at your phone screen in absolute horror.
This was a terrible idea.
On the other side of the phone, Nagito freezes. One hand clapped over his mouth as his eyes drink in the image that just appeared in his message app. His heart is racing, his breathing is heavy. He shouldn’t even be looking at it, there is no way someone as pathetic as he should even be permitted to view your perfect visage. His throat bobs, horrified at how quickly his jeans are growing tight.
You’re smiling directly into the camera, it’s almost like you can see him. Breasts squished together and cheeks rosy pink, it almost looks like you took this photo just for him. That you know he is looking at it.
His cock is painfully hard now, begging for him to touch it. He can’t. He can’t use your perfect body in such a...a filthy way. You must have sent this photo by accident, you probably don’t even know that he is looking at it. That thought makes his cock twitch in his jeans and he groans. He is reprehensible.
It’s just as he finally starts giving in, when his hand starts slowly trailing down his torso, that his phone pings again. He blinks, stomach turning when he sees the message is from you once more. He’s ready for you to express your horror at sending something so intimate to someone like him, to call him out for even thinking about touching himself while looking at it. But then, he is taken by surprise.
- Did you like it?
His heart is racing, staring wide eyed at his phone, any possible reply has died right at his fingertips. He’s all but short circuited.
- I’ve never done something like this before...I hope it was okay…
You sent it on purpose. You sent it TO HIM on purpose.
- Nagito? Oh god, I shouldn’t have sent that should I? I’m so sorry, we can pretend it never happened.
He is thrust back into the present, fingers tapping wildly on his phone screen.
- My apologies! I was just shocked that you would intend to send something like this to someone like me.
- ...I do like it.
He unzips his jeans and takes his cock in his free hand. Sighing shakily at the relief of pressure. Looking down at the phone where he can still see the photo (the photo you took for him ) and he has a sudden thought. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he forces his shaky fingers to type out another message.
- Do you want me to return the favour?
You’re sitting on your bed. Holding your phone in your hand and shaking . Was he really asking what you thought he was? Did he want to send you a picture of..of...your teeth sink into your lower lip, you can feel an unmistakable warmth between your thighs. You swallow, and manage to reply.
- Only if it’s okay with you...
Then you wait. Staring down at the phone with nervous eyes, fingers on your right hand slowly dance around the edge of your nipple. Not wanting to touch it just yet. Just the thought of him taking a photo on the other end of the phone is making you wet, just imagining him slipping a hand into his already tight jeans and-
Your phone pings.
- It’s not much to look at. I’m sorry.
Your phone pings again and you almost drop your phone out of your hand when the picture pops up. Not much to look at? Nagito is a goddamn liar.
Surprisingly, it isn’t his cock that draws your eyes first, but his hand. You know that hand, from his chewed cuticles to the ridges of his knuckles. The same hand you have been dreaming about holding yours, is now wrapped firmly around the base of the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. Flushed red and dripping with pre-cum. You can feel the arousal pang in the pit of your stomach. That was Nagito’s cock. You were looking at it. It was his . You gulp.
The hand not gripping your phone slowly slips down your stomach and into your panties. You’re shocked to find yourself already wet, gently rubbing circles around your clit as you stare at the perfect bead of cum balancing on the tip on Nagito’s cock. God how badly you want to clean it up with your tongue.
- You look perfect, Nagito.
You manage to type with your shaking hand, dipping one finger inside of yourself and mewling at the feeling. Boldness takes over, and you send another message before you can regret it.
- I’m so wet for you
It’s a few minutes before you get a response, you’re too busy thrusting a finger in and out of yourself while imagining just how that perfect cock of his would feel in its place. You’ve taken to examining some of the finer details, you can see the jut of his hip bones in the background, blurry and pale, you want to suck on them until they turn purple. Then, another message:
Another angle. The camera is higher this time, giving you a perfect view of his face. His white hair is fucked five ways to hell, plastered to his forehead with sweat. His milky skin is flushed pink all the way down to his collarbones and his white shirt is bunched up around his ribcage. He’s looking right at you, eyes half lidded and a thin line of drool escaping his full lower lip. Hand still tightly wrapped around his cock. You feel like you could cum from this alone.
- I would like to see more of you. If you would allow it.
If it was anyone but Nagito, you would say no. You are shy about your appearance, the only way you were able to send that first photo was hitting the button before you had time to actually think about it. But still, he wants to see more of you, and you trust him. Your hand is quivering as you slip out of your panties, finger still slowly circling your clit as you angle the camera downward. This is so weird. You can't even look at the phone, you’re so embarrassed. It would be so much easier if he could just look on his own, if you didn’t need to practice angling the camera for the perfect shot.
A thought hits you, and you bite down on your lip.
Fuck it. You decide, and hit the video call button
Nagito jumps when his phone starts to ring. Worried that somehow, someone out there knows exactly what he is doing, but then he realises its you . His hand shakes when he brings up his finger and hits accept .
You pop onto his screen immediately, cheeks flushed, sweat dripping down your brow, mouth hung open and panting. The hand around his cock tightens almost instinctively. To see it in a photo is one thing, to see you moving . Well, that’s something completely different.
“H...Hey, Nagito” You breathe, breaking off into a moan halfway through his name. His name . You just moaned his name .
“Ah…” His throat bobs, still slowly working his cock through the thick trails of pre-cum dripping down it, “Hello…”
“I thought this might be...hng” It’s now that he notices the way your free arm is moving. Something is happening off screen, he can guess what it is. You have a shaky breath and manage a nervous smile, “...you know, easier? Than the photos…”
“Ah, yes.” A nervous laugh bubbles up out of his chest, “I was having trouble typing. My….mmph, my hands are shaky.”
You smile softly, but a twitch of your lips betrays your nerves. Nagito knows you so well, he can read you like a book, you swallow, “do you still want to see?”
A noise that could almost be called a whimper escapes his mouth at the thought, “y-yes...of course! If you are willing to show someone like me then I would be...exhilarated.”
He watches as you take a deep breath, and begin panning the camera down past your breasts, over the curve of stomach, before it finally focuses in on your fingers, dipping slowly in and out of your dripping center. He chokes on a sound, half a moan, half a laugh as he watches you languidly fingering yourself. First just one finger, but then quickly two.
“You weren’t kidding about how wet you are…” he breathes, completely in awe of you.
Nagito hears the nervous ring of your laugh from off camera, “Y-yeah.” You breath shakily, fingers still continuing their ministrations, “Is this okay? It’s probably weird to watch me doing this…”
Your thumb reaches up and brushes across your clit, he sees your thighs shake , “No...no, I am…” he licks his lips, tightening the grip of his hand around his weeping cock, “I am honoured that you trust me this much.”
There is a little fumbling, and then the camera comes back up your face, bright red and smiling shyly as you refuse to make eye contact with the phone screen, “I’m glad you liked it…”
There’s a lull in conversation. Your eyes turn to meet his through the screen, and for a moment he is just jerking off to your expression. The way your eyes clench shut, the way you hiss through your teeth. He can see your arm moving faster, he can’t help but wonder how many fingers are inside you now. Can’t help but wonder how many of his fingers would fit inside of you.
“N-nagito…?” You ask, voice high pitched and almost mewling.
He gulps, his hips are bucking up into his hand now. You look so beautiful like this, “Yes…?”
You meet the approximation of his eyes, chewing your lower lip nervously, “Are...are you still-?”
Nagito nods sheepishly, “Y-Yeah...I-“
“Can I see?”
His heart is racing, but he nods and shuffles a little higher up on the pillows. He takes a deep breath in through his nose and switches his phone to the back facing camera. He watches your eyes blow wide and your mouth drops open in a moan, “F-Fuck, Nagito...you’re so pretty.”
He laughs in disbelief, slowly bringing his fist up to the head of his cock and teasing the tip with the pad of his thumb. He can see that your eyes are following the movement, “you...you really like it?”
“If I was there with you it would have been in my mouth like half an hour ago.”
Nagito groans at that, head falling backward on his pillow as he flips the camera back around, “you’re torturing me.”
“The faces you’re making…” you whisper, biting down hard on your lower lip to hide a moan. Your arm is moving even faster, breasts shaking with the movement, “god, the way you look right now. Someone should carve you out of marble.”
He laughs breathlessly, pumping his cock even faster, “why do you keep saying such things? I can’t possibly hold a candle to you.” His eyes turn to your face, glowing with arousal on his phone, “you’re like a vision, something someone like me should only be permitted to see in my dreams.”
You turn even redder, he didn’t know that was possible. A smile crawls up the side of his face at your expression. He never wants to stop looking at you. Nagito can feel himself getting close, there’s a tightness in the pit of his stomach that is just begging him to let it go. Keening and moaning, eyes scrunching shut as his hips guide his palm into a particularly delicious stroke, he can here you whimpering and mewling on the other end of the phone, and if he listens hard enough he can hear the wet sounds of your fingers pumping into and out of your sex.
“Nhhn-Nagito...I wish it was your fingers inside of me.”
He felt those words in his insides, from his stomach all the way out to the tips of his fingers. It was like a bolt of lightning to his heart, to his cock, to his everything. You wanted him. You wanted him. His mouth drops open, and words escape him before he can think better of it, “I...I don't deserve it...but…” he gasps as his thumb brushes over his weeping slit, drool running down over his chin, “I want your mouth on me...i want it so badly...i can’t-- ahhh~ ”
Nagito has the prettiest orgasm you’ve ever seen. His mouth drops open, his eyelids flutter closed and his back arches up to the ceiling. In the soft light of the lamp by his bed, he looks like an angel, chest heaving as he finally comes undone.
You don't stop touching yourself, twitching and gasping, getting closer and closer just watching him as he shatters. The moment that breaks you, that makes the coil in your stomach finally snap is when you catch a glimpse of his wrist giving himself one last pump off screen. His brow furrowing and a delicious moan escaping his perfect lips, splattering his bare torso with his cum.
It’s too much. With a breathless moan you feel yourself tip over the edge, your insides tightening, toes curling and the world goes white behind your eyes. All you can think about is Nagito. Your hand is shaking when you finally slip your fingers out of yourself and wipe them on your bare thigh, when you open your eyes you can see Nagito laying back on his pillows and breathing deeply as he comes back down.
You giggle, “So…”
Nagito cracks open an eye, “So…”
“Do you want to keep talking?” You grab a shirt and pull it on over your head, “Or was that...it?”
You watch as Nagito runs a hand through the mess of his hair, he gives you a sleepy smile, “I need to clean up, but i can leave the audio on if you want?”
“Yeah.” You reply, “That sounds good.”