Komaeda Smut - Tumblr Posts
This was absolutely amazing to read~ I loved the madness between Nagito and the main character is lowkey beautiful
russian roulette is not the same without a gun
Word count: 12.5k
Warnings: Inspired by Kakegurui, fingering, mentions of giving birth, gambling, guns, collars, reader wears lipstick, Master/doll dynamic, relatively feminine reader
Summary: The path to hell is always tricky, so only the devil knows the right routes. It's not like a mere snake could overtake the devil anyways.
Gambling is an art.
The way the dice rolls, the way the cards fold; everything is a carefully crafted move. Each gifted gambler wears a graceful smile on their face. The next card and move are beyond the reader. That's what makes gambling addictive. The way the white orb spins down the center, sliding into a random slot. The simplest way to drive a man mad with greed. The additional zero after the number, the exhilaration of winning a game. It's a simple game when you master it. But then again, it's addicting.
You stare at the building in front of you.
The rest of the students rush in behind you, and you stare at them silently. You wonder who you'd prey on. Well, it didn't matter. You're not here to do anything. Your family was nothing more than a bankrupt one. You were sent here with no mission. The only mission was to mingle among high society and find a rich guy to get married to. You stare at everyone, wondering who to pick up over your shoulder and steal a fortune off of. A black cat sits on top of the gates, and you're shoved to the side by a white-haired male. You blink at him.
"Ah, L/n, was it?" He stares at you, eyes sneering at you. "I didn't know poor people could come to this school without a housepet tag on them already."
You blink at him. "I'm allowed to call a gamble when I want, right?"
"Yeah," He laughs. "Going to gamble with me?"
You hum lowly, eyes sharp with tantalization. "Maybe another time. I need some quick money to bet before I have you kneel before me, no?"
He tries to argue back, but you're already gone in the school.
That was the first time Komaeda met you.
The second time, your eyes were red with mirth, an amused smile on your face.
Komaeda watches you from the crowd of students, you having made an incredible amount of money from simple betting already. Your fingers are nimble while picking up cards, and you seem to have quite the impressive luck. No. That would be an understatement. You've pulled two straight flushes and three full houses out of the seven hands you've had. A couple of students have considered that you're cheating, but no one was able to prove anything.
You stare at your hand, lips parting in mild surprise. The rest of the students stare at your opponent, sweaty with anxiety, worried about loss. Your nails are a pretty shade of emerald, streaks of gold sliding through the gaps. You stare at them, a smile on your face. Your voice is sweet, but your eyes are looking down on them. Your lips are a dark red, curled into a mesmerizing smile. You haven't bat an eye the entire time you've been playing.
"So?"
"Call." They swallow. There's no way you can beat a straight flush. They place their cards onto the table slowly, your smile widening as they do.
"Oops," you smile menacingly, tossing your hand onto the table. "Royal flush."
"And we have a winner!!!" The girl cheers. "Five Hundred Million Yen!!!"
Your opponent slams their head onto the table in tears. Five hundred million yen. You laugh at their loss, watching your ranking in the school climb to the middle. That would pay off half of the debt your family raked up. You weren't here to marry rich unless you were the rich one. Who would ever settle for a poor person in a school all about connections? You hold your hand out to them, smiling. "It was a lovely game. I hope you recover, kitty."
The election committee member smiles, sliding the chips to you, punching in the new number of your donation. You went from practically nothing to one of the top donors. You feel the chips between your fingers, and you smile. "How lovely! So, how will it be? Cash or cheque?"
Your opponent bares their teeth, lunging at you. You take a step to the side, them falling onto their face. "So?"
"Give me three days," They glare at you.
Komaeda watches you toss the chip in your hand as the election committee throws a housepet chain to the loser. They glare at you, hating the way you won so easily. It wasn't even possible to cheat. They had all the cards marked. How the hell did you even win? Surely someone was telling you the answers. You stare at them, eyes glistening with innocence. "Hm?"
"You dirty cheater! How'd you win? Huh?!"
You place a hand on their shoulder and lower your lips to their ear. "By using an algorithm and taking out every possible outcome based on your expression. Obviously."
You stand back up, and you wave at them, a halo over your head. "Best of luck, kitty!"
Komaeda smiles. You hadn't cheated. You had relied purely on expressions and the cheats the others set out in advance. You're quite the player. He wonders how you'll tear him down from his wealth. You click on your phone, lips pouting at the sight of you only barely in the middle. That wasn't good. If you wanted to regain all of the money your family lost, you would have to work harder than that. But nonetheless, it was an excellent bound to your name. You would get more gambling chances now that you've established your position.
The next game comes in the form of an overconfident child of a rich family.
"I heard you made a mess of Angie-senpai," She smiles at you, holding her hands out. "Ah, you have such nice nails..."
You smile at her. "Really? Thank you! I do them myself."
"Shall we play a game? It's relatively simple." She clasps your hands in hers. "It's called double memory! It's just a memory game with two decks of cards."
"Ah?" You beam. "Of course! I love a good memory game."
"Shall we start with a simple bet? How about 20 million?"
You stare at the two decks of cards, and you lift your fingers to your cheek. You pout. "Ah, I don't know if I have 20 million carried around on me..."
"I can borrow it to you. How about that?"
"Ah? Yes, then," You beam at her. "Please take care of me... sorry, I don't know your name."
"Shirogane-san," She smiles.
"I'll be in your care then, Shirogane-san!" You beam.
The two of you stand at the table, 54 cards spread out. You blink at the cards, and smile at the girl in front of you. Everyone chatters about the new student in class. The student who had destroyed Angie on their first day at school. Everyone wants to watch them play. Something about their pretty golden nails and charming lipstick. The smile of an angel, the hands of a devil. Everyone wants to know when you'll mess up.
Komaeda stands next to you, observing the cards on the table. He wonders if you could win based on pure memory. You seem like you'd be able to. But then again, it wouldn't be something like that. Shirogane's family is well known for producing toys and cosplay outfits. It wouldn't be surprising if she had won by cheating you. That would teach you your place.
You flip a card over.
Ace of Diamond.
You flip the second one over.
Ace of Clubs.
"Ah! How lovely!" You beam. "My tarot readings for the day."
"Excuse me?"
"An ace of diamonds means a gift of jewelry, a letter or message, or improvement," You flip the cards back over. "An ace of clubs means financial fortune, wealth, or good news! That's lovely news for someone whose family is in debt."
The girl ignores you, and she flips her cards.
"King of diamonds," She mumbles and then sighs. "Three of spades. Huh? No luck for me either."
"Ace of spades..." You sigh. "Two of hearts."
"Four of clubs. King of clubs."
"Ace of hearts." Shirogane pouts. "Four of hearts."
The two of you continue flipping. Komaeda's eyes follow your fingers, making mental notes of where each card was. He'd be able to make five pairs by now. He wonders if you know that. Shirogane sure seems to know. The two of you pick and pluck at the cards, mapping everything out. The stems are snipped, the heat is cooled. You finally start creating pairs.
"Ah, an ace of diamond!" You beam. "Now... where was the other one?"
Komaeda watches you scan the table and reach for another card. Your nails are a different color today. The emerald green from yesterday has been replaced with the light green of the marble. Your nails look like the expensive marble found only in roman architecture. The color of your eyes are kind. You blink angelically at the girl. Komaeda watches you flip it over. Ace of diamond.
"That's a point, right?" You smile at the girl.
"Yes," She smiles back at you. "and since you found a match, you can pull again."
"Alright." You reach for another."Now..."
"Ace of clubs!" You beam. "That one is here."
Another pair.
"Ace of hearts," You pause to think where the other one is. No one catches the way you glance at the girl as you reach the cards on the board. She shows no signs of faltering, yet you glimpse at the panic that flashes across her face as you find the right card. "How lucky of me!"
The girl smiles at you.
You pause at the sight of Ace of hearts that you've just flipped over. Komaeda stares at Shirogane smile at you. She's looking down on you. Komaeda is to, to be fair. You had one yesterday's game purely with luck, without an ounce of skill. It would be surprising if you win today. Komaeda supposes that you might not be able to. Maybe then you'd have that pretty chain around your neck.
"Ace of hearts again!" You beam. "Oh, I think I only know the aces... two of clubs."
True to your word, you don't end up with a pair. Shirogane exhales, blue eyes digging into yours. She starts slow. Flipping over the two of clubs you flipped previously, and proceeds to fold over four cards. Your face shows no signs of worry. If anything, you stare at her in awe. The pairs just keep on stacking, and Shirogane smiles at you gracefully. "Ah, ten cards... lady luck herself must be smiling at me right now!"
Your eyes widen in surprise, but your lips make no change in expression. You look happy.
"Please know that if you don't get a pair in your next move, there will be no chance of you winning."
"Mhm!" You beam. "9 of hearts and..."
Your eyes scan the table, fingers tapping your chin. As you play, the green of your nails is starting to look more like yesterday's color. Komaeda thinks he's hallucinating when he catches a brief smirk flash on your face. As fast as the expression was on your face, it quickly disappears. Your lips part as you pick up a random card.
"Oops. It was a ten of diamonds..." You jut out your bottom lip, and Shirogane raises a brow at you.
"Well," She sighs. "It's a shame you lost to someone as plain as me..."
Her fingers work quickly as she creates pairs out of the rest of the cards. Your eyes follow her movements, your lips mumbling quiet whispers to yourself. Komaeda watches your lips move, the gloss on them reflecting the light of the cafeteria. You watch Shirogane finish the last pair, and then sigh in despair.
"Well, newbie? How will you pay?"
"Is one more game possible?" You plead her, eyes wide, begging silently. "I have no money to pay you 20 million yen..."
Komaeda scoffs from next to you.
Shirogane feels bad. "Well... you have no money, right?"
"Yeah," You mumble. "Sorry."
"Then..." She smiles, reaching into her bag. "It might be a little strange... but I have an infatuation with nails."
The girl pulls out a glass box of nails, and you blink at them.
"Since I'm a cosplayer... I've got a pretty big collection of them. This is just a portion of them. What do you think? Aren't they cute?"
"They are," You lean in to get a closer look.
"But the truth is..." She stares at you, eyes half-lidded. "They're all actual human fingernails."
You feel a shudder ripple through your skin.
"With the kind of money I have, it would be easy to buy them, but no one wants to sell actual human nails to me," She sighs. "So most of them are from people that lost to my gamble. I'll put another twenty million on the line, but L/n-senpai... I want your nails!"
The crowd behind you gasps, and you tilt your head in interest. That was new. You had heard rumors of insane rich kids, but this one made you interested. Not even you had such an insane thought in mind. You think this bet will be entertaining. "Nails? Oh, like, you want my fingernails?"
"Mhm!"
Komaeda thinks of stepping in. Even if you lose twenty million yen, you'd just have a housepet chain around your neck. You were willing to go that far to not rack up any more debt? You had just earned five hundred million yen less than a day ago. If you lose your fingernails, your value on the marriage market goes down. Isn't that why you joined the school to begin with?
"Well then," You shrug. "I have no choice anyways. Let's play one more game!"
Komaeda thinks you've gone insane. You lift your head to meet his eyes, and you grin. He scoffs, and he rolls his eyes at you. You were nothing more than a gambling addict like your family then. If you were just going to bet on your luck, why would you even attend here? You could've just found a random rich man and then clung onto them. Well, it's not his place to judge your decisions. He wonders if you're aware of how many rich kids have their eyes on you right now.
"Aha!" Shirogane laughs. "Now we're talking!"
You watch the girl pull out two new sets of cards from her bag. You don't show any sign of emotion, but there's a nearing euphoric spark in your eyes. You watch her spread the cards out one by one, the ocean blue nails glistening on her fingers. You'd try that out for your next nail art. She glances at all of the cards and then places her hands on the table, leaning toward you. Her eyes shun you, but you don't care. She had just sold you a complete win.
"Shall we begin?" She smirks. "If I lose, I give up 20 million yen, and if you lose, L/n-senpai, then you give up your fingernails and toenails."
"Oh, both?" You blink and then shrug.
"Mhm!" She smiles. "For pity points, you can start first."
The innocent gleam in your eyes is replaced with a new one. Komaeda remembers that look. It was the same look in your eyes when you won 500 million yen yesterday. Your lips are pulled into a smug smile, and your pointer finger rests on your lips. You hum a cheerful tune as you take a look at all the cards.
You start with the Queen of Hearts, flipping it right-side up; then, the King of Spades. The two of clubs fall next, followed by the ace of spades. Your fingers match the jack of hearts, and your nails scratch the surface of the two seven of cloves. The four of diamonds are carved out of their rest. The six of clubs break from the table. The ten of diamonds flip over. The five of diamonds emerge from their hiding. The eight of hearts greet the two of you. The nine of spades glow. The Queen of Clubs fall. The jack of diamonds grin. The ace of cloves shines. The three of hearts laugh at Shirogane. The nine of clubs are cool. King of Diamonds. Three of cloves. Four of spades. Six of hearts. Two of hearts. Five of spades. Eight cloves. Seven diamonds. One diamond. Two spades. Eleven spades.
Shirogane's heart rams against her chest. what the hell? How did you do that?
"Shirogane-san," You hum, picking up another card. "I heard your family makes toys."
"Yes," She nods. "And cosplay material."
"With that much of a fortune," You make another pair. "Wouldn't you guys be worth at least 10 billion yen? Why are you betting so little?"
"huh?" She loses focus on the way you're turning the cards.
"Just a piece of advice," You hum, picking up another card. "Before betting something like a business, you better be prepared!"
Her eyes widen as she looks back at the table.
"That's..." You count. "That's 58 cards! Oops, I didn't mean to turn that many. But regardless, I win!"
The crowd gasps, and they mumble amongst themselves. Komaeda gives you credit. You're smart for memorizing all of the patterns from the previous deck. Or, perhaps you had relied on luck again. But the look that returns to your eyes is those of someone who read the cards properly. You giggle, and Shirogane slams her hands onto the table.
"HOW! HOW'D YOU KNOW WHERE THE CARDS WERE?!"
"Oh?" You smile at her. "If you were just a tad more careful, then I would have lost."
"H-huh?"
"Well, the marks are the same as last game, right?" You tilt your head, holding a card up to your lips. "If you prepared another pattern, then it would've been KO for me!"
Shirogane's eyes widen, and she feels a rush of disgust flood her soul. "YOU PLAYED ME?!"
"Played is a little rude," You sigh. "I'd say it was a fair game. After all, didn't you cheat the first round?"
Shirogane glares at you, and you grin.
"It's a shame, though. I didn't get to push you into housepet territory. Shall we play another game so we can? How about we bet both of our fingernails this time! Then, I can turn yours into a pretty little set that I get to experiment on! How about it? Does that sound more fun?"
The girl sweats, heart racing in fear.
"You know, it's quite cute. You cheated so confidently and somehow still lost! Don't you want your honor back? Come on. Don't you?" You taunt the girl, driving her to tears.
"No!" She cries. "I'm sorry! I can't! I'm sorry for taunting you!"
You sigh in disappointment. "A shame. Someone from the student council can't even bet their life on the line. You sure seem like someone who bought their way into the council."
The girl clenches her fists, tears falling onto the table.
"Well, if our business is over," You turn on your heel. "I'm off! Toodaloo!"
You make gambling look like a form of elegance. The way you fold and call cards. The way your fingers slide the tiles to the center. The way you reach for cards on the table and smile like a pretty doll. The way your nails changed depending on the day and game. You made gambling look like the imperial court instead of a war. The way everyone was slipped with poison or fell to their own schemes. You made the gambling look easy. It was like you were lady luck herself, winning the right hand and then smiling innocently at your opponent. You end up in the student council within a month.
"Ah," You blink, staring at the students in the room. "I think there's been a mistake?"
"Y/n L/n," A file is tossed onto the table. "You gambled and won over two billion yen in the span of a month."
"If this is a promotion, I don't want it." You blink at them. "With all due respect, of course. I have no interest in running the school."
"Even if it means we could pull your family out of debt?" The president smiles at you. Pretty red lips, pretty pink hair.
You bat your lashes at them, a smile on your face. "I'm sure you know the reason I joined the school was never to fix my family's debt. Besides, this meeting obviously isn't for me to join the student council."
"Yes," They hum. "Yet, you somehow escaped the life plan that your family planned to chain around your neck."
"Oh, you know what they say about the family's only child," You smile. "Ever the sly one. They sent me here to find a husband. It doesn't matter who it is. I don't want to get married. They tell you marry a rich man, but what if I am the rich man?"
"Regardless of what your motive is," The girl sighs. "You're messing up the school's ecosystem."
"Since when have you cared about balance?"
"No more preying on people with money whose parents would get us in trouble," She shrugs. "I admire your love for gambling. I hope you enjoy."
"Oh," You slide your fingers up your cheek. "Since when did this school care about the outside? If you're worried about me taking a student council student's position, then don't. I have no interest in running the school. I don't care about school affairs."
Your eyes land on the male with black hair. "Although... you most certainly have quite the eye candy here." Your eyes trail to the lolita.
"As long as none of us are pushed off." The president smiles.
"As long as you aren't pushed off." You shrug. "Anyone not engaged to another rich person?"
No one answers you.
"Figured," You bow quickly before excusing yourself.
To you, the school doesn't matter; neither does finding a husband, actually. It's amusing. You find joy in the simple pleasures of betting. Your parents failed to gamble back their fortune, so they decided to sell their only child to the school in hopes of marrying rich. Well, not like it mattered. If that was how rich people showed their love, then so be it. You don't really care how much you're worth to your parents.
You stare at the new student.
"Hajime Hinata." he nods.
Class carries on as usual, and you rack your brain for which house Hinata yields from. There were plenty of Hinatas in the circle of wealth. You stare at the new student, and you catch the backpack he uses. Huh. You think you've seen that brand before. Nonetheless, it doesn't matter. You could worry about him if he decides to gamble with you.
Or... if he decides to follow you around?
"Alright, newbie," You stare at the male, lips pulled into a frown. "What do you want?"
"Teach me how to gamble."
"Excuse me?"
"You've never lost a single bet," He mumbles. "I want to learn."
You stare at him. He doesn't stand out in terms of appearance or anything else. You wonder why he's so desperate to gamble.
"Ah, it's a good thing," Komaeda passes the two of you. "Poor people like you should hang around each other."
"Does that mean you hang out with the orphans?"
Komaeda stops walking, and he turns to glare at you. "Excuse me?"
"You heard what I said," You stare at him, batting your lashes innocently, a shit-eating smile on your face. "You know. Since people tend to hang out with people similar to them."
"Is that so?" Komaeda steps closer, towering over you. "So you admit to being poor?"
"Komaeda-senpai," You tap his chest twice. "The whole world knows that my family is famous for their debts. However, that doesn't mean we're poor."
"Is that so?" He grabs your chin, tilting it to get a better look at you. You look pretty, actually. The way your lashes are nice and long. You take good care of yourself for someone whose family sold you off. Komaeda hates people like you. People who think they can marry rich and become set for life. You'd have to be damn talented at something for someone to love you like that. But he supposes you have a face pretty enough to be a mistress for someone. He wonders if your mouth is good for something other than talking.
You bat your lashes at him prettily, a smile on your lips. Maybe you'd settle for him. After all, he is one without troublesome parents. Or. He doesn't have parents. You wonder if any of his nannies were obsessed with money while he grew up. He probably lost a good chunk of his fortune. To him, a couple hundred million dollars is nothing. You wonder how much his net worth is. Even then, he wasn't part of the student council. Maybe you would go for the black-haired male from before. But, the male tilting your chin and sneering at you made you feel things. "It is." You wrap your fingers around his tie, adjusting it.
Komaeda is pretty. His lashes are a pale white, and his hair resembles that of a cloud. The tips of his hair are a dainty pink. His skin is pale, yet he doesn't look sickly. You heard something about how he had actually been sick, but you don't care. He's pretty. The way his fingers are nice and long compared to yours, and the way his grip on your chin is hard yet gentle. He's so tall... you can only wonder what else comes with that height. You shake thoughts like that off. You could worry about some messed-up fantasy with him when you flip a pretty chain necklace around his neck.
"How else would I be able to make two billion in a month? Did you think I only played small bets?" You tap his lip once, his grip on your chin loosening. "Real men are into the intelligent. Shall we go, Hinata-kun?"
Hinata follows after you, eyeing the male. There was a... tension... between the two of you. It was like cutting a fishing wire. Or, it resembled that of a siren's song more. Your tongue drips with the gods' nectar, your words sweet to taste. The melody of your voice snaked around him, plaguing his mind and thoughts. It was like he wanted you on a leash to pull. Yet, he was never able to, blind from the song from your lips, luring him into deeper waters. He wonders if Komaeda's aware of his situation.
"He's from the Komaedas? The one without parents?"
"Yeah," You hum, slowing down to match Hinata's pace. "He also has a bone to pick with me, apparently."
Hinata looks over his shoulder, and he spots Komaeda lifting his fingers to his lips, the tips of his ears red. Pink dusts over his cheeks, and Hinata pauses. Ah. Komaeda was aware of the effect you had on him.
"I think it's more of a reaction formation."
"You think he's into me?"
"Yeah," Hinata pauses. "But that's only speculation."
You stop and stare at him, the red and green eyes reminding you of someone. "Ah, you're the illegitimate child of the Kamukuras. You're that Hinata-kun."
Hinata pauses to stare at you.
"Are you trying to get back at your younger brother?" You tilt your head. You know the answer.
Hinata stares at you, eyes digging into your soul. The different color eyes burn into yours. Unlike his brother, his hair is a pretty brown. His lips are drawn into a thin line, determined to prove his worth in his house. Ah, so that was why he had his mom pay so much to end up in the school. You suppose his mom wasn't that different from yours.
"I am."
"Then," You hum, smiling at him. "Shall we play Mahjong?"
"The tables are full."
"No," You shake your head, adjusting your hair. "Watch."
You open the door to the room, and you blink at everyone. Everyone's eyes turn to look at you, and you wave sheepishly. A handful of students move from their seats, and Hinata watches the people move according to how you want them to. He's surprised.
"Oi! L/n-san! Come play Mahjong!" A boy waves in the back. "Our table needs one more person."
"How much are we betting?" You walk up to him, Hinata trailing after you.
"Starting is ten million," He smiles.
You gasp, hands flying over your mouth. "Oh, my! Of course! But..."
Your eyes meet Hinata's.
"Can I have newbie play in my place?" You scratch your cheek. "I won't help him. He just wanted to try things out."
"Of course," The boy nods. "anything for you, L/n-san."
"See?" You seat Hinata down. "Simple!"
Your fingers tap on his shoulder as he flips his tiles to face him. Circles, Lines, characters, numbers. Mahjong relied on both luck and skill. Tiles are swapped for others. People want to win money. If the luck was to your advantage, then you'd earn more. The tiles shuffled across the board. Pon. Hinata replaces another tile in his deck. You wonder if he knew how to gamble. His mother was notorious for being the queen of a casino.
You're not surprised when the boy ends up winning fifty-fifty. He leaves with no debt on his name, and nine hundred thousand more on his name. You squeeze his shoulder affectionately, and the game comes to an end. Hinata doesn't come out victorious, but he makes a good number. You let him stand up, and you replace him at the table.
"You did well," You hum, watching the table reshuffle all of the game. "But sit back and watch what playing with luck is like."
Your luck is a demon. It looms over your shoulder, driving your opponents to insanity. Your smile is pretty, your nails shiny. The cards on your nails are daunting as you slide another tile to yourself. You rearrange your hand; a laugh rolls off your tongue. The creature flips and collects tiles like there's nothing stopping them. The laws of the universe bend according to its will. Hinata is terrified of the calm smile on your face as your opponents tremble in fear. You twist and carve out each tile until it's the perfect one for you. You run the game.
"I win," You flip the tiles over, and the students sigh. "How much did you win?"
"Uh," You count. The devil on your shoulder laughs. "All. Everything was drawn."
"Scary luck as usual, L/n-san," They sigh, handing you their chips. Ten million. Spare pocket change. "You could rival Komaeda-senpai."
"I'm looking forward to the day when I do," You laugh gently, cheeks flushed. "I can't wait until I get to play him."
"You look forward to it?"
"Yes!" You clasp your hands together. "A battle of luck! Both of us rely heavily on it, so it'd be nice to see whose luck runs out quicker!"
"But L/n-san, you play heavily with skill." The student hands you cash from his bag.
"Yes," You smile. "But so does he."
Komaeda looks at his cards, a smile on his face. His opponent's face turns red with anger as he slips another chip onto the table.
"Hit." His opponent grumbles.
The dealer slips him another card.
Komaeda taps his finger on the table, one leg kicked over the other. He raises a brow in amusement, staring at his cards again. His opponent hits again. The light returns to their eyes, a greedy smile all over their face. Oh, that beautifully hopeful look on his face. Komaeda hides his lips behind the cards, licking his lips. He couldn't wait to wipe that gleeful look on his face off.
"Show."
The two set their cards down.
Komaeda's opponent's heart drops.
"Win," Komaeda smiles, teeth out. "Fifty million yen. How will you be paying that?"
The student stares blankly at the table, and Komaeda adjusts the rings on his fingers, waiting for an answer. His eyes are pale, yet something sinister hides behind them. It's like he knew this was going to happen. His luck snakes around him, looming over him like a predator waiting for prey. His luck devours everyone else in his way. He holds the majority of the school's fortune, yet he stays away from the council. He had more important things than to be entwined in some political battle for the position. He glances at your at the mahjong table across the room. You won. Again.
You stare at the cash in your hand, and you smile. "Lovely game."
"Oh?" Komaeda leans over your shoulder, staring at your deck. "Are you sure you didn't cheat?"
"I'm sure of it," Your fingers loop under the knot of his tie, tugging him closer to your ear. "Unless you're projecting again?"
"Keep your peasant hands off of me," He loosens your fingers from his tie. "What makes you say that?"
"Surely, you didn't your luck could win you that much money with just blackjack?" Your voice is laced with interest as you step out of your seat. Hinata replaces you in your seat, and he begins his game. You lean over his right shoulder; Komaeda leans over his left. The two of you stare at Hinata's deck, making up different possibilities on the spot. You squeeze his shoulder as Hinata picks up another tile from the table.
"Wow, did you pick him up from the streets? The other card would have been a smarter move." Komaeda scoffs when Hinata merges the tile.
"Slow and steady wins the race," You chuckle. "Komaeda-senpai."
Hinata's hand remains the same, only a few tiles being swapped out. You wonder if he'll have double the luck since Komaeda is here too. You watch over his shoulder like hawks. Hinata's shoulders are tense, yet he plays well. You nearly praise him when he's only one tile away from winning. Komaeda's fingers dig into Hinata's shoulder as he finally wins.
"All on luck?"
"No," He shakes his head. "You placed down two. I'd earn around only 2 million."
"Ah, still a good amount," The boy smiles. "Another round perhaps?"
"That's it," Hinata shakes his head.
"Someone with control," Your eyes grow wider, lips parted in surprise. "How rare! Oh, I'm so glad you're my pupil of all things!"
Komaeda sprays the part of his sleeve that came in contact with Hinata, and you pull him back by the collar.
"Hinata-kun, I'm going to talk to Komaeda-senpai real quick. Is that alright?"
"Mhm," Hinata nods. "I'll go play blackjack then."
"Let's go!" You sing, pulling Komaeda along. You can practically taste the disgust radiating off of him in waves. Your lips are pulled into a pleased smile, and a handful of the students pause to stare at the two of you. Though, it's not like it mattered. Komaeda didn't have much of a reputation to begin with. You, on the other hand, everyone knew dragged whoever you wanted to gamble. To them, it would have been just another day where you wanted some spare change. Komaeda cranes his neck to stare at you, and pauses at the sight of your lips in a pout. You look cute.
He wonders what you'd look like all breathless from him.
His eyes glance to the side, and his fingers slip under the fabric of your collar, pulling you backward roughly.
"!-" Komaeda shuts you up pretty quickly, forcing his lips onto yours. Behind you, you hear the sound of a door shutting. You wince at the feeling as his teeth gnash with yours. They're rough and anything but gentle. The better part of you argues that this is wrong, but you don't care. You drape your arms around his neck and press your lips harder to his. It might leave a bruise or two, and there's a chance that his lips are going to be stained red from your lipstick. Good. You plan to leave at least some evidence on the boy.
Komaeda's barely there by the time you pull apart from him. You grin at his hazy eyes, and you press a gentle kiss to his jaw, the red of your lipstick staying there. Then, another to his cheek. And another to his neck. You pepper his face with the wine of your lips, and you lean back to admire his work. Smiling at him through your lashes, your hand meets the knob behind you. You smile at him innocently before leaving him there to sort out his own emotions. You stare into your mirror, fixing your lips and hair. You hum as you open the door to the classroom again.
Komaeda chuckles at the sight of you leaving, wiping his lips. Oh, he was looking forward to playing you. He steps out the closet, adjusting his uniform and heading to the men's room. The students in the hall turn to look at the mess of red you left on him, and he only chuckles. He was going to get back at you for that.
Hinata laughs, a grin on his face. He's won over seven million dollars by now. He stares at his hand and hums in content. His eyes have a sinister glow; they almost glow red. He isn't smiling, his face remaining neutral in its resting state. While you laugh at your opponent, breaking them down mentally, Hinata puts his opponent on edge, driving them insane with nothing. The lack of expressions wears his opponent down unusually fast. His opponent takes a second card, and they slam their head onto their table.
A twenty-six.
"That's nice," Hinata places his cards down. A thirteen.
"HAH!?" His opponent slams his hands onto the table out of rage. "YOU HAD A THIRTEEN AND TRICKED ME INTO GOING OVER?!"
"Well," You smile at his opponent, stepping from the crowd of students. "Technically he didn't trick you. He just simply put you on edge, and you decided to draw out of fear."
"L/n-san." They grimace at you. "You have a scary pupil."
"How much have you made?"
"With this one," Hinata places a hand on yours on his shoulder. "Ten million."
"Not bad," You hum. "It's an excellent start."
"Another round?"
"No," Hinata shakes his head. "That's all I'll do for the day."
"With the skill of constraint," You hum, sliding your hand off his shoulder. "Let's go, Hinata-kun."
Gambling is a skill.
The resting face of a gambler. You never know what's in your opponent's hand. If you cheat, you manipulate the game to your will. If you play fairly, the laws of fate bow to you. Gambling is a skill that takes practice. Natural talent without skill is bound to fail one day. That's what made the student council so scary. The president played incredibly well, and the rest of the students were in no way lacking. Yet, the scary ones weren't those on the student council; they were students who gambled with their whole soul until there was nothing left in the opponent. The simple skill of wearing a player down until there were no rational decisions left to make. That's what made gamblers of skill so scary.
You stare at your bank account while on break. Hinata peers over your shoulder, and you hum at the number. To you, the option to bet your life on the line was now an option. You hum in satisfaction as you check your messages from family. You could worry about your family's debt later when you married. Your mother had kept in contact with you because she was the reason you got in. Rich people were strange. A simple mistress could get their child in. You don't care what your family does.
"Say, Hinata-kun," You close your phone.
Hinata hums.
"If you rack up enough money here, what do you think about marriage?" You hum.
Hinata stares at you and physically pauses. "So I pay off your family's debt?"
"I don't see why not," You laugh.
"Two brokes don't make a rich, you know." Komaeda sneers.
"Bored of the orphans already?" You lean your head back to stare at him.
"No." He hums. "Just listening to my favorite pet going on about marriage."
You sigh. "Such a shame. If I'm your favorite pet, how come you still can't wrap that pretty chain around my neck? It's such a nice silver color too."
Komaeda taps your cheek, smiling scornfully at you. "When are we going to play a game then?"
"I don't feel like doing that today," You sigh. "I have the sudden urge to play one of the student council members."
"You played Shirogane-chan already."
"I have the urge to gamble her entire fortune away," You sigh blissfully. "Or her nails."
"You're into the nail thing she does?"
"it's always good to have nails to practice art on," You clasp your hands together. Today, your nails are a strawberry pink. The color is milky, and they remind Komaeda of a certain student council member. You giggle childishly, cheeks flushed. "I'm kidding. Rather, I wanna meet the pretty lolita girl from last time. It seems like I'd have a fun time playing Russian roulette with her."
"Russian roulette?" Komaeda raises a brow in amusement. "Shall we play right now?"
He pulls out a gun from his back pocket, and your eyes glimmer with interest. "Hm? Doll?"
Your lips part at the name, eyes practically shining. "Oh! Of course!"
You smile as Komaeda hands you the gun. You check the model. It should be an airsoft revolver, but just to be safe... You pull the trigger at your desk. The bullet pierces through the wood. You blink. "Ah. AN ACTUAL GUN!! KOMAEDA-SENPAI, YOU'RE INCREDIBLE!!"
Komaeda smiles at your praise. "Shall we play?"
"What will we bet?" You bat your lashes prettily at him.
"Loser grants the winner a single request."
"Won't we die?" You hum. "How will we grant a request? Unless you're into dead people?"
"I'll put in an empty bullet." He smiles, showing you the bullet. Sliding it in, he spins the cylinder, forcing it into place. He starts, pressing the barrel to his temple, a smile on his face. No bullet.
"Your turn, doll," His hand brushes yours as you take it from him.
"Ah," Your cheeks are flushed from arousal. "A bet with my life! How thrilling..."
You bite your pinky, eyes glazed over in lust. Your finger curls around the trigger, and you pull it. Nothing comes out. You sigh in discontent as you pass the gun back to him. The third pull doesn't release a bullet. Neither does the fourth. The two of you stare at each other, and Komaeda pulls the gun. Something swirls in his eyes when nothing comes out of the gun. You take it from his hand, and you sigh. Pink splatters over your hair, and you blink. Ah. It wasn't empty.
Komaeda smiles at you, eyes in slits, looking down at you. "Shall I take you to the nurse?"
"Oh, if you would," You smile at him, the pink tricking down the side of your cheek. He wipes it with his thumb and presses it into your cheek.
"Let's go." His grip on your wrist is tight, and you smile drunkenly as he pulls you along. It's like the paint from the gun had gotten into your system. You smile, your cheeks flushed with drunkenness. Komaeda hums, opening the door to the nurse's office.
The nurse is out.
Komaeda grins. "Shall I wash you up for you?"
"Wouldn't it be better if I go wash up in the locker room? Why'd you bring me here?" You seem to blink out of your stupidity, and you look for a towel to wipe your hair with. Komaeda stares at you with curiosity, and he hums. "What about your uniform?"
"You think a little uniform will get in my way?" You stare at him, a smile on your face. "The school doesn't care how we alternate our uniforms as long as they're somewhat recognizable."
"So?"
"So," You wipe your hands and reach for his jacket. "I'm going to borrow some clothes."
"Since you're all messy from the bullet..." Komaeda grabs your hand. "Shall you just fulfill my request here?"
"What do you want?" You peer at him.
"What I want?" Komaeda loosens your wrist, a sly smile on his face. "Shall I show you?"
"Mm," You hum.
"My request is that you don't say no during the time that we're here," Komaeda hums, wrapping his fingers around your throat gently.
"Not like I can say no," You mumble, waiting for him to move. He presses his thumb to your lips, smearing the red off your lips, onto your cheeks. Komaeda makes a lovely mess of you. His wrist is drenched by the time that you've lost your ability to think, his words getting to your mind. You're not allowed to tell him no, but it's not like you would've even if you could. He's way too good with his hands. You should've known there was a reason he shuffled cards so easily. But he was being such an ass. He's put you on the edge of an orgasm so many times, yet he's never let you cum.
"What's wrong? Braindead already?" Komaeda taunts edging another orgasm out of you. "You came here with the intention of being my doll alone, isn't that right? From the first day," He coos, mocking you. "You wanted to wrap your pretty little nails around someone like me's neck. To pull on a pretty black collar around my neck. Hm? Doll?"
"I," You pant. "I wanna c-c- ah."
"Oh? What was that, doll? You want to what? Come on. Speak up. I can't hear you from all the babbling." He taunts.
"Cum." You whine. "I wanna cum."
"Oh? After the mess you made of me yesterday?"
"No," You whine. "Y-you started it."
"Mm," His lips frown mockingly. "So I should take responsibility?"
You whine as he curls his fingers in you.
"I can't understand when you're whining so bad, doll." Komaeda blows on your ear, causing you to clench on his fingers.
"You're clenching around me" He chuckles scornfully. "It's almost like you like the idea, don't you? You like the idea of being used by me, and only me, isnt that right?"
Your back arches as he adjusts his fingers in you.
"Those other rich students," he spits. "They could never make you writhe and beg like this, could they? You're my toy to use; Isn't that right? You would never let Hinata finger you stupid like this, hm?"
Komaeda likes how you look. Your mascara is ruined from him and him alone, and your lips are a mess of red, a streak leading to your cheek. You look like a hot mess. Komaeda's hot mess. The pink on your nails are chipped from gripping the metal of the infirmary bed's railing. He coos at you as mindless agreement slips past your lips, begging him to let you cum. You can feel it. The wiser part of yourself knows he won't let you cum again, but god, do you hope he lets you.
"Come on," He scoffs. "The nurse will be back any second now."
"Please," You whine, nails carving into the skin of his wrist. "Please let me cum, Nagito-senpai. Please. Please."
A waterfall of thank yous trickles past your lips as you finally, finally, get to cum. Komaeda fingers you through it, you gasping and clawing at his uniform. He curses quietly as you gush around his fingers. You're leaving a mess on the nurse's bed thanks to him. Well, at least he got to pay you back for those lipstick marks. Ah... he has a better idea. He moves his clean hand to your jaw, forcing it open, sneering at you.
"Open wide, doll." You stick your tongue out, and Komaeda spits into your mouth. His saliva slides down your tongue, and he loosens his hold to let you close your mouth. He watches you swallow, and he smiles. "See? Such a good toy."
You pant for air, grimacing at your reflection in the mirror. Your mind is still foggy from his fingers, but you manage to speak. "Is that it?"
"Mm," Komaeda hums, rummaging through the shelves. "Stay still for a moment. I'll grab you a towel."
Your eyes trail to the shower behind you. Ah. That's why he was so insistent on fingering you stupid before you washed up. Cunning bastard. The pink has dried into your hair, and you stare at the stains on your hand. "Spare me your jacket, will you?"
"When you finish washing up."
"Any chance you'll be able to find me a shirt?"
"No."
"Alright," You shrug, wiping off your makeup and turning on the shower.
Komaeda rests on the bed, pulling off the covers to throw them into the laundry basket. He wasn't sure what possessed him to ask for that as his request, but he supposes he doesn't regret it. He takes off his jacket, unfolding his sleeve. His lips quirk into a smile at the sight of your stuff on the bed. It was a lie. The nurse was never in her office since she was always sticking around the student council president. It was a place where students went to hang out. He closes his eyes as he waits for you to finish cleaning up.
The paint was absolute hell to get out of your hair. The water kept bleeding pink until there was nothing left. You finally step out of the shower, a towel on you. You glance at what's left of your clothes that you can wear, and you start putting them on. Komaeda seems to be resting his eyes. He's not asleep, because if he was, he would've laid down. You grab his uniform coat, and you button halfway up to cover your chest. You hum, a smile on your lips. You reach for the lipstick in your jacket pocket, and you press the pigment onto your lips. "Wake up, Komaeda-senpai~!"
Komaeda opens his eyes, staring at you brush on your mascara in the mirror. You pucker your lips and fix your hair. You look pretty. Komaeda has no problem admitting that now. It's no secret how the boys and girls around school ogle at you. They want what you have. Even the student council called you for an offer. Something about you. Komaeda finds it amusing that other students would want you, but he wasn't backing down on this one. It was the few things he wasn't going to give up to the student council he adored so much.
"Ready?" He stares at you, a smile on his face. You might've held more money now, but you were still far from his standards.
"Mm," You smile, leaving the room first.
The two of you come back to a bustling class, and Hinata sits at the center of it. He stares at the chips on the roulette table, and he stares emotionless. You squeeze through the crowd of students to step behind him and watch. He's placed fifty million dollars on a single number. The rest of the students have spread their money out, and he stares at the dealer spin the wheel. He's surprisingly calm about the whole situation. You would've started laughing at your opponent by now. You stare at the number.
One.
You're much too amused to say anything, and Komaeda stands on the other side of Hinata. The snake and demon loom over his shoulders, picking up the ball and placing it back down. The snake rolls the wheel, and the devil plays with the ball. There's an incredibly heavy atmosphere as the two of you step next to Hinata. Komaeda's more than yours. Your atmosphere only darkens when your eyes change. Komaeda smiles to himself. "Oooh, only one number? I'd expect you to do better, illegitimate."
"Shut up," Hinata's voice stays level as the ball rolls into the number slot.
One.
He wins.
"A... A HUNDRED MILLION!!" The dealer yells in shock.
You double over in laughter. The devil and snake return to their masters, and Hinata hums. He finally smiles, the look on his face gone. Children who grew up with nothing claw their way up the mountain until there's nothing in their way. They fight the most while growing up. For Hinata, even if it meant being average, he would still overtake his brother. He had met you based on instinct, and somehow picked up another one. The two monsters of luck.
Hinata wonders how you even ended up with Komaeda. There was a certain animosity between the two of you. It was like mixing oil and water. The two of you could never combine no matter how hard one tried. But somehow, it worked. There was makeup remover that combined the two to get makeup off. Maybe that's what the two of you were. A pair that would never mix, but would destroy.
You ruffle Hinata's hair, a grin on your face. "Good job, darling! Is that all?"
"One mo-"
"I want to gamble," Komaeda chuckles, cutting Hinata off. "Hm? Y/n-chan?"
You turn to look at him. His face is flushed pink, eyes going insane. You press your nails to your lips, and you smile. Your lipstick seems a shade darker than usual. Your nails are a little scratched, and your lashes are dolly. "Maybe another day. My nails got all chipped from an animal earlier."
"Why not now? When your luck is weakest?" Komaeda smiles at you. "It can be a life bet."
"A single game?"
"Choice poker," The vice president of the school steps into the room. The student council had been waiting for this moment. "It'll be live broadcasted. The two lucksters of the school playing it off."
"Instead of something like betting your life with money," You hum, eyes red with interest. "How about betting yourself as a person? Your entire status is wiped. You become not a dead one, but a person who belongs to the other."
"Then there's no loss on either of your sides." The vice president rolls her eyes. "The two of you are a beautiful mess when together. What loss is there to either side?"
"Oh?" You look at her, lips quirked up into a smirk. "Is that so? I lose all of my hard work here, and he loses his status of president of the world's biggest banking company. I think it sounds like a fair bet. If we get to that point, that is."
"Where's the downside?"
Komaeda speaks up. "We hate each other. Having our entire life on the line for someone we despise to control sounds pretty bad to me. Besides, Y/n-chan doesn't want to get married."
The girl taps her cheek, and she smirks. "Alright. Let's play."
You hum, following the girl to the school's stage. The two of you sit down, and you smile the smile of a sinner. You're horrendous. You look like you're about to go insane from a single match. The idea of being sold off was the lie your family painted for you. The empire was fine; the gambling with them just got boring, yet never was able to bring joy. You were looking for growth at the school, and Komaeda seemed to have provided it for you. The match was going to strip both of you down to whose luck was stronger. Just thinking about it made you excited.
What came first? The chicken? The egg?
The fall of angels came first.
Before the creation of man, there was the prideful angel. The prettiest, most loved of them all. But there was a greed. The greed to be the more. The lust to become the one in power. The envy for the creator. The insatiable gluttony to become more. They wanted to become the best of the best, overtaking their creator. The devil wanted to become the creator but failed. The wrath when he had failed. The blame on the slothful nature of the other fallen angels. Yet, no matter how hard you try, there was no denying that the devil was attractive. The prettiest of the angels, the most pampered. The devil is adored by everyone. The devil that people despised yet plagued all of them.
Then came the serpent. The form that the devil took to destroy mankind. The fruit was so pretty. Did the creator really say that? Did he really say that you couldn't take of the fruit of the tree? Oh, but it looks so good. I'm sure that it wouldn't be an issue if you ate it. Didn't he say you could partake of any fruit in the garden? Why would he stop you from having the fruit? Surely it's because it has something that he wants to hide from you, right? That singular bite of the fruit that destroyed mankind.
The serpent could never overtake the devil himself.
The students file into the room to watch the two of you play. They want to watch you play. The destruction of the best gamblers in the school. The only two students that could absolutely destroy the student council. People wanted to see this. The worst part of man wants to see the downfall of the other. Humans are evil creatures. That simple sin from a bite of a fruit. It burned into a human's nature.
Yet the snake could take a physical form while the devil couldn't
It was a gamble of fate.
It's simple, really. The two of you sit on opposite sides of each other. It would be a lie to say that you loved each other, yet it would be a lie to say that you hated each other. Ambivalence, perhaps. You hum, staring at your hand. The two of you had a simple goal in mind. To drag the game on as long as humanly possible before either of you fall. It's not the fall that the two of you care about; it's the gut-wrenching, euphoric feeling that you feel, winning a high-stakes bet. That rush of dopamine that drove a person mad. That, was what made the two of you play this gamble.
The vice president slides the two of you cards, and the game begins.
The snake moves first, a sly grin on his face. He discards an eight and a four. He raises you ten chips. The snake curls up your wrist, settling on your neck, a smile on your face. You chuckle, tapping the snake's pretty head twice. Komaeda's eyes are green with lust. It was like he was waiting for this moment. His luck was a viper, curling around his opponent's leg, biting into their ankle. The snake's poison is slow, wearing down his opponent over time. His smile was proof of it. After all, was it not the serpent who tempted the woman into biting the fruit?
You hum. "One card, please."
Your devil resembles less of a demon sometimes. Sometimes, it takes the form of seduction, a pretty smile on your face. It slides its fingers over the shoulders of your opponent, glancing at its cards, helping you deduce it. Its fingertips are cold against the skin, sliding it down Komaeda's jawline. Komaeda places a hand on it's, and he leans into its touch. You hum. The devil raises eleven chips back. Your eyes are still their normal color. Komaeda wants to see you be driven to the edge with a gamble. You want to see him go mad with desire.
"What a selfish bet," The vice-president chuckles.
Komaeda smiles. "I raise you twenty more chips."
"Twenty-one more chips." You smile.
Komaeda stops, the snake on your shoulder sinking its fangs into your neck.
"Just a single more chip." Komaeda places it onto the table, fingers taking its time.
"I'm not putting anymore in." You hum.
The devil presses a kiss to his jaw.
"Strongest or Weakest?"
Komaeda slips a coin from his pocket and flips it.
Heads.
"Stronger."
Komaeda drops his cards onto the table, a smile of victory on his lips.
Three tens.
You chuckle.
"My loss."
Three nines.
Komaeda takes the chips with grace. The snake releases your neck, and you can feel the sting from the poison. The devil steps back behind you, and Komaeda can taste the temptation it left on his jaw. He chuckles, doing a quick calculation on the number of chips in his hand. He's gained 31 more chips. Maybe that's what you were going to do. You were going to lose everything and then throw something unexpected into the table. Oh, the thought of that by itself was incredible enough to get him horny. Oh, you're such a spontaneous delight. He couldn't wait to have you in the palm of his hand.
You press your fingers to your lips. Oh, it was such a euphoric day. First, you play Russian roulette with the school's strongest luckster, then he fingers you stupid as punishment? Now you're playing choice poker with him? Oh, how heavenly! You can practically taste the drugs on your tongue. Your lips quirk into a smile, a lovesick look in your eyes. Komaeda's luck was so strong! You'd have the time of your life with this! You could bet with him until you were gone!
The devil on your shoulder steps onto the table as the vice-president reshuffles the cards.
Five of hearts.
Six of clubs.
Two of diamonds.
Three cards fly out of the deck, both you and Komaeda reaching for one.
You pull the five of hearts.
"Oh, my," You smile. "It seems like someone's jealous of me."
Komaeda holds the two of diamonds.
"It seems that there's disapproval of a relationship." He chuckles.
The six of clubs falls to the ground, and Hinata picks it up.
"Success in prosperity," Both of your voices come out as you face Hinata. The look in your eyes is scary. "How lucky of you, Hinata."
The cards are returned to the deck, and the five cards are dealt.
The cards are slid to the two of you precisely. It's elegant how it's dealt, and you slide the card to yourself slowly. Your fingers bend with the crease of the card, and your nails gleam under the stagelight. The shine is a reminder of everyone's eyes on you. The whole school is watching which one of you will take the other out. The drop of blood. Two sharks in the tank. The entertainment of one's downfall.
The devil slides only one card out of your deck. A singular king of hearts. They raise Komaeda twelve chips. Their fingers work at his tie and loosens it. Komaeda's cheeks are flushed; he breathes heavily. His lips are parted so prettily. You want to pull on it. Yet, you restrain yourself as you hum at your deck. While you might not be able to win, Komaeda sure as hell won't either. You'll make sure of it.
You smile as Komaeda slips out three cards.
Three ones.
"Thirteen chips."
"Fourty chips." Your voice is even.
"Fifty."
"Fifty five."
Komaeda chuckles.
"Seventy."
"Seventy-five."
"A hundred."
"A-A BILLION YEN?!" The crowd of students gasp.
"A hundred and ten."
You dig your fingers into your cheek, and you shrug. "A hundred and twenty"
"A hundred and forty."
"A hundred and fifty," You hum, staring at your hand. "Please? Komaeda-senpai? Just this round."
He chuckles. "I'll crush you the next one."
"Thank you," You beam.
"No more?" The vice president stares at Komaeda. He nods.
"Strongest or Weakest?"
"Weakest," You nod, placing your cards down.
High card.
Komaeda chuckles.
He places his down.
Two pair.
You grin at the chips that end up on your side.
The cards are filed again, and you hum. The devil on your shoulder reaches for the snake on Komaeda's and gets bitten. It hisses, yet it lunges at it again. You ignore the brawl between the two, and choose to sigh instead. The girl hands you both your cards, and the devil gawks at your cards. What the hell.
The snake on Komaeda's hisses at the devil's hand. It bites and fights all it wants. The devil grimaces, and it yanks the snake off of Komaeda's shoulder. The two fight on the floor of the stage. The air chills around the two of you, and Komaeda stares at his hand. The corner of his lips quirk up, a scathing smile on his face.
"I raise you fifty chips." Komaeda beams.
"Seventy."
"Ninety."
"A hundred and twenty."
"A hundred and fifty." Komaeda hums.
"A hundred and seventy."
"A hundred and eighty."
"Two hundred and sixty."
Komaeda pauses. "That much?"
"That's all I have," You shrug.
Komaeda chuckles.
"Two hundred and seventy."
You pause.
No more.
"Player two?"
"He can take it."
"Strongest or Weakest?"
Komaeda hums, flipping the coin. His fingers are slim, and they move with ease. It's hard to believe those were the same fingers that had you whining earlier. You smile at his movement, and you mirror the expression on his face. He wouldn't fall off that easily, but you would create a ripple that eventually storms an entire sea.
"Reveal your cards."
Komaeda places his cards onto the table.
A full house.
Your lips pull into a frown.
Three of a kind.
Two hundred and seventy chips go to Komaeda.
Your lips curl into a sick smile, drool slipping past your lips. Oh. Yes. This was the feeling you wanted to experience. That feeling of utter despair when you lose everything you worked for. Oh, the idea of being nothing more than a pet to the person you lose to. You can't wait to see what sick relationship you're going to have with him.
"Are you sure you want to keep going?" Komaeda stares at you, the snake on his shoulder.
You smile in affirmation.
The cards are reshuffled. The vice-president's fingers work gently with the cards, and she presses them down onto the table for the two of you. She's enjoying this just as much as the two of you are. The idea of the most unpredictable students in the school playing it out. It sent a rush of ecstasy right to her brain.
The devil discards one card again.
The snake discards one as well.
The two of you sit here, staring at the other.
Neither of you speak.
"So? What will you bet, Y/n-chan?"
You sit there, the same look of madness swirling in your eyes. You clench your thighs, and you giggle to yourself. Oh, this was so arousing! You have nothing left for you, yet you can still fall further. Shall you do that? Shall you have the time of your life and bet everything you're worth to him? Oh, yes. Of course you shall. You adore the wetness forming underneath you. The only time you could feel it was like this. You couldn't wait to live a life where your mind swirled with ecstasy whenever you wanted to. It would destroy the life that your parents wanted you to have. You could taste it on your lips. The gods' nectar, the fruit of knowledge. Oh, you would die for this one.
"Shall we bet our lives this round?" You lean forward, eyes glossy with desire. "Shall we? If I lose, then I'll be nothing more than someone who's stuck with a life plan the school has! I'll become the pretty little lover of yours, and I'll be told to give birth to children and do nothing else! I'll become a stupid slave to the school's system! Hm? Oh, and if you lose, I become your owner! You'll be my pretty little househusband who's good for nothing except maybe fucking me. Who knows. Maybe you'll enjoy that life."
Komaeda wipes the drool from your chin, and his face mirrors yours.
"To fall into utter despair only to have you as my source of hope? Oh, I thought you'd never ask!" Komaeda grabs your blazer, his blazer, and giggles. "I'd love to bet my life for someone like you. Someone who would lift me so high only to crash me back down immediately. I'd love the idea of doing nothing but raising a stupid little lover who peppers me in kisses and cooks and cleans. You'll be nothing more than a discardable accessory to me. Hm? Doesn't that sound incredible?"
You giggle, pressing a kiss to the other side of his jaw.
The red of your lips linger there.
"That sounds lovely."
"Betting your lives?"
"Yes!" You clasp your hands. "Oh, vice-president. You'll let the winner write the loser's life plan, won't you?"
"Of course I will," She smiles. "It'll be the entertainment of the crowd."
"I'm so excited," You gush, giggling childishly.
Of course you are.
"I'm worth less than him, though," You smile sadly. "So in the end, it's up to fate to decide."
Komaeda smiles, staring at his hand.
"Strongest."
Your bottom lip quivers, and Komaeda smiles. Tears roll down the apples of your cheek, and the mascara runs down with it. Komaeda nearly pities you. "Oh, doll. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'll treat you just like a pretty doll on display at the store."
Komaeda places his hand down slowly.
Four Kings.
You press a napkin from the vice-president to your tears, and your lip stops quivering. A wretched smile snakes onto your face. The smile of a snake. The smile of a devil. The snake wraps around your neck. The devil seats itself back onto your shoulder.
You slap the cards onto the table, an insane smile on your face. The world slows down as your cards hit the table. It's silent. No one talks. The students hold their breath. The screen flashes to your cards. The crowd screams.
Your chair falls behind you, and both the devil and the snake smile at Komaeda. Your eyes are green with delight, lips pulled into the prettiest of smiles. You seem to glow under the spotlight.
Komaeda's heart drops at the sight.
You laugh, throwing your arms up in ecstasy.
Five of a kind.
Five aces.
The joker.
Something in Komaeda shatters.
He isn't sure if it's self-worth or dignity, but something breaks. He stares at his loss, and he lets out a simple laugh. Then a second. A third. Then, it's a maniacal laughter that sends a chill through everyone's spines. He's gone insane.
Komaeda stares at his loss with stars in his eyes. His smile is from ear to ear, and he cranes his neck to look up at you. "Oh, I'm so happy to be your housepet! I'll do anything for you! please! Oh, crush me with the bottom of your heel! I'll do anything for you! Shall I refer to you as mistress or master? Oh, maybe you can call me doll!"
"Oh," Komaeda clings onto your hand, insanity swirling across his face. "Oh, master. You're just so bright. Like the messiah being sent down to free me of my sins. Oh, bathe me in holy water, drown me under your perfection. Trash like me doesn't belong close to you." He throws his hand off of yours, the corners of his lips collecting drool.
You stare at his kneeling figure, and you place the palm of your hand on his cheek, and you coo at him. "Is that so?"
"I'm so glad you put me in my place. The chain around my neck is a testimony of my love for you. Please keep me around you until I am of no more worth to you. I'll give you all the money in the world for you to gamble. Oh, master, you're just so pretty..." He rambles. "I can't believe I get to be your doll of all things. I can't believe I get to experience the joy of being your pretty little househusband. Will you bring me to events? Or will you have me cling onto your arm as a symbol of your status? Would you like the company under your name? Or, maybe you'll-"
"That's enough," You press a finger to his lips, and the vice president smiles at you.
"Here's the blank life plan."
"My doll," Your fingers tilt his chin up to face you. "What age do you think you should be wed to me?"
"I don't care," He rests his cheek on your thigh, closing his eyes, lashes fluttering. "Whatever age you want."
"Hm," You hum. "How about this? Since you lost your ability to do anything, you'll be my pretty doll to play with. When you turn eighteen, we wed. Before that, your goal is to gamble back all of your net worth with only 100 thousand dollars I borrow you. You can do that for me, can't you, doll?"
The sinister red in Komaeda's eyes tell you yes.
"Of course, if you can't then I won't be able to take you as my husband until you do. You know? I can't possibly marry a man who can't even match to their lover in terms of gambling." You giggle, scribbling it down. "And then when we turn twenty four, we can have our first child. Your company will become one of the most expensive ones out there, and then I can officially declare that we're married that year. When we turn twenty seven, we can have our second child. After that, we'll both run our businesses. Of course, I hold all the stock to yours since you lost. Hm? How does that sound, doll?"
Komaeda purrs happily. "Anything for you, master."
You smile mockingly. "Then get working."
Both the snake on your neck and the devil on your shoulder help Komaeda out. His luck manifests in a new form. The black cat. The cat that sits on the table, knocking cards and tiles out of the opponent's hands. The cat that sits on the wheel, pushing the ball into a specific slot. The cat that is a horror for people to see. The symbol of bad luck. Komaeda's luck manifests in the form it has been all along.
The cat on the first day of school.
"Master!" Komaeda's eyes brighten as you step into the room, Hinata behind you.
"My doll," You smile at him affectionately, running your hand through his hair. "How is it?"
He shows you his hand, and you smile. You flick the bell on his collar. "I'll leave this to you, my pretty toy."
Komaeda stares at his opponent, lips curling into a smile.
"Let's play."
A black cat licks its fur outside the window.
There’s nothing I love more than a deranged Nagito fic
ESPECIALLY if the Mc is deranged as well I love this so much
Like she just like me frfr, this man can mess up my sanity any day
⌜ropes, komaeda nagito⌟ waking up with a blindfold on and rope around your limbs there's not much choice ships ⎯⎯ komaeda nagito x fem!reader tropes ⎯⎯ yandere, unhealthy dynamics, bondage, masturbation, blindfolds, dubious consent
The bindings around your wrists did nothing to deter your protesting pulls against them. The rope burned your skin, raw to the touch and leaving tingles through your arms down to your core. Despite your opened eyes there was nothing before you. A black abyss created by the material around your eyes.
Where were you? The comfortable mattress beneath your back was familiar, you could feel the bundled pile of your comforter at the end, and a delicious smelling pillow laid under your head. Bed. You were in your bed.
You turned your head to where the window is, but no light protruded through the blindfold. Your nose ruffled on the pillow, you inhaled the scent as you tugged in the rope once more. The smell… it was familiar but it was not yours. It smelt salty with fresh pine. Almost like that of an earthy cologne.
Faint grunts left you as you pulled further on the rope, your legs flailing at the edge of the mattress in your frustration. Nothing. The knots were far too tight. Who did it? You had been sure you’d locked your door the previous night.
But, clearly, you were wrong. Your ears prickled at the soft moan around you. It wasn’t completely close by, certainly not near your bed, but the noise had come from your cabin. You lifted your head and attempted to sit up, though the far looser restrains on your feet made it difficult. It left you half up in the air with a surely confused and scared expression.
You dug your nails into your palm as you grit your teeth. The rope seemed to be connected; you pushed your left arm forward to test the theory, only for the right to be pulled back. Was it around your bed frame? You never focused on its design, the island had too many other factors to admire, but you could recall the two edge posts.
Which only made you sigh. Those posts just had to be connected to the top of the bed, where the curtains were. You wouldn’t be able to lift the rope from it.
Another moan, only it was a bit louder. You heard rustling as the next noise grew muffled. Someone was definitely there. Watching you. What were they waiting for? Did they enjoy watching their prey struggle? At least your death would be somewhat unique…
You titled your face down to your shoulder, the same cologne smell was around the material of your clothing. Your mind ticked, was it your clothes? The last you can recall you were in shorts and a bra, not the overly large top you could feel bunched at your waist. You pushed your thighs together to feel for more material, but your crotch was entirely bare.
Did the sick pervert change you? Was that why they were moaning?
Your name. You heard it though it was barely whispered through the air. A whimper followed the call and you angrily tugged on the restraints keeping you tied to your bed. More rustling occurred, and the slightly wet noise startled you in your place. “Who the fuck are you?”
There was no answer, you weren’t expecting one to occur anyways. Instead, the person simply moaned again, but made no attempt at keeping it silent. Deep and throaty. That was the only way to describe it. The raw noise had sweat build on your neck as you attempted to look around the room to stare the stranger down through your blindfold.
Sloppy noises echoed in your silence. If you had been able to see, you were sure that the person in your cabin was touching themself. Despicable. Their moans grew louder as the movements sounded as through they matched the rhythm. Fast. Desperate. You continued to struggle on your bed to try and break free: hopefully the rope was breaking as it rubbed against the frame.
You had to get free. It was one thing to die when you had been warned of it weeks beforehand — but you would rather not get someone to orgasm over it. You could hear them get more excited the more you struggled, your name followed with giggles and whimpers only made your skin tingle.
The smell of cologne was so familiar. You knew you had smelt it before. Just as you had heard the voice before. You kicked against the comforter and rubbed your thighs together — Nagito had always caused your self respect to disappear.
His attention had always made your heart flip. Even as his eyes danced with madness and he chuckled over planning his own death: you always fell victim to the song he would sing. Your morals had always been strong, steadfast, but just the idea of Nagito enjoying something you would soon follow.
If it was Nagito watching you now, if he was the one who tied you to your bed and was touching himself to your attempts at escape… you were already feeling the temptation lick at your skin. Did he like seeing you like this? You attempted to adjust yourself so that your legs pointed toward where he would be, spreading them so he would be able to see your bare cunt.
He wouldn’t kill you. He never intended to kill anyone! Nagito was more a danger to himself and everyone’s sanity. You knew that yours had fallen victim long ago. “Did you put me in your shirt?” He was a tall man, one who wore clothing that was about ten sizes too large, and he had once joked that you would be able to fit into his hoodie. Your eyes rolled back at the idea of his shirt on your skin, how your body would drown in the material.
You leaned your head back onto the pillow and arched your back — it must mean that it was his pillow that you laid on. Does that mean he knew where yours went? It had gone missing during dinner. Did he steal it? You whimpered softly into the room, your eyes rolling back, did he touch himself with it?
Did Nagito ride the pillow while imaging it was you? You hoped so. His moans had stopped but you could hear the slow movements of his hand. Had you surprised him? Was he proud? You dangled your fingers around the rope on your wrists, pulling it as you rubbed your thighs together.
You needed friction. Wet slick stuck to your inner thighs as your mind lost itself in the fantasies. You could hear footsteps on the canon floor, each step light despite the purpose they held. Was he leaving? You didn’t care if Nagito had you tied up, but you couldn’t have him leaving you! Your lips wobbled, but the fear disappeared as the blindfold was pulled from your face.
It took a moment to adjust to the soft lighting around you. Candles. Lots of candles all lit around your room as the night sky glowed through your window. The curtains on the canopy were tied back, you could briefly see the petals of roses along the floor.
But, most importantly of all, you saw Nagito. His eyes were just as dizzy as they always were, but he had them wide as he stared down at you. His lips were pursed, did he want to kiss you? Could he? You needed to feel the touch of him against you. His overly large hoodie slipped from his shoulders and you whimpered at the defined collarbone it showed.
He wasn’t wearing anything else. You stole a glance at the shirt you wore, the same one he had been wearing just earlier that night. Your hips rolled into the air as you moaned for him, wrists pulling on the rope. “Beautiful,” he finally spoke and you felt as though you had began glowing under his praise.
A bony finger slid down your cheek and you leaned into the touch with soft eyes. It was all him. Everything you needed in life was him. You felt his erection in your thigh as he leaned over you, warm precum pooling down your skin. Was it salty? You needed to taste.
“Nagito,” you whispered it to him without breaking eye contact. He seemed surprised at first, before the handsome smile you adored blessed his sunken face. His long hair seemed more wild than earlier, you went to play with it only for the rope to pull your hands back down, “need you.”
Was he happy you weren’t upset? Please say he was. You needed him to be proud of you. His fingers danced to your lips and you sucked without a moments notice. Salty goodness bloomed on your tongue and you happily moaned around his fingers.
“The trust you have in someone as worthless as me,” he laughed to himself with that wicked grin you adored. How could it scare people? The passion behind it had always seduced you more than anything else, “I do not deserve to touch someone so beautiful.”
You pushed your chest up to him as his other hand cupped your cunt. Already, you made a squelch just from the soft tap. “Yours,” you mumbled it around his fingers but Nagito understood you regardless, you knew it as his eyes softened. The rope burn around your wrists was nothing but sweet pain you craved more of.
It would make the perfect reminder of your first night with the man you worshiped.
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