Patreon Compilation – Fic#220 – Nagito/Hajime – dirty talk; bragging; negging – Ultimate Whore

Nagito/Hajime (Danganronpa 2) – Nagito does what Nagito does best: being a freaking first class weirdo while getting railed by Hajime who he is obsessed with.

Important: All characters mentioned are over the age of consent in this fic.

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“Oh… is that the best you can do, Hajime? That is… well… ah-”

Nagito arches his back briefly, his face twisting as Hajime gives a harder thrust and curls his arms tighter around his legs to pull him deeper against his lap. Sweat is dripping from Hajime’s face and his teeth are bared as he focuses on not coming too fast.

They might all be adults but not everybody has had enough experience yet to not come embarrassingly fast. Hajime’s face is intent, though… he very much wants to show it to Nagito, that much is clear.

Nagito is almost sickly pale but a pink flush has quickly gotten his chest colored and his tight nipples put on display. He is gasping while he gets fucked but that vapid, slightly insane grin is a seemingly irreplaceable fixture on his face.

“Y-You are trying so hard, Hajime… and f-for what? A nobody like me? You’re p-putting your everything into trying to shut me up? I am… I am so f-fortunate!”

Hajime growls. He leans forward, pausing with his hips pressed against Nagito’s ass, as deep inside him as he’ll ever be. He has to force himself to let go off one of his thighs so he can instead slap his hand over Nagito’s eerily grinning mouth.

“Shut up! Stop talking for a damn second, I need to… I need to think!” It’s not the right word but it’s the one that tumbles out of his mouth as he scrambles to keep his composure and not shoot off too fast. He can feel his heartbeat in the tip of his cock and the fact that Nagito keeps clenching on him so damn hard is not making it any better.

Nagito’s eyes are wide and insane above his hand. He is still grinning; Hajime can feel his teeth against his palm. He half expects him to bite, but he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. Nagito would never hurt one of the Ultimates he so desperately adores. Not personally, that is…

Once Hajime feels like he has control over his body once more, he slowly takes his hand off of Nagito’s grin and grabs his thigh once more to continue fucking him in jerky, half-aborted thrusts.

He has his eyes clenched shut so he doesn’t have to watch Nagito’s face as his eyes start to roll up into his head while his grin becomes, if possible, wider. He looks so good like this; getting fucked out of his mind… yet Hajime can’t look at it if he doesn’t want to pump his load out way too fast.

He is scrambling for some semblance of self-control. Not that Nagito cares for that. He suddenly starts babbling again: “Are you c-close to coming, Hajime? W-Will you give me your Ultimate cum? To a l-lowly slut like me? Fuck…”

Hajime can’t help but peek at him after all. Nagito has thrown an arm over his eyes. There is a thin line of drool starting to slide down his chin. The pink flush from his chest has begun crawling downward where his cock is flushed a deep red and is drooling against his belly button.

“Gundham managed it for far longer, you know. B-But I guess that’s why he’s the Ultimate Breeder, right? He just kept railing me for l-like hours and I was so s-sore and l-lose afterwards-”

Hajime’s hips slap against Nagito’s ass, cock grinding inside him, heart pounding against his chest. At least Nagito’s incessant babbling distracts him a little from the tight pussy he’s fucking.

He stares at him in exasperation.

“Can you… make up your mind? Are you praising me or are you telling me how much better the others were?” He tries to project an air of confidence that he doesn’t really feel. They’ve all been thrust into this insane beach vacation situation and while the others are nice enough he does not know how much Nagito will go around and blab… maybe he’ll tell them how bad Hajime’s dick game is – in his own awkward Nagito way.

That said…

“Wait. You fucked Gundham?”

Nagito peers at him from under his arm. His eyes look deranged, as does his grin but the things his insides do as they clench around Hajime’s cock and cling to him like silk make it very difficult not to want to keep fucking him.

“I did,” Nagito says with a little laugh. “Him and Teruteru, and Nekomaru… oh, Nekomaru is big, Hajime. Just as it’s his right as an Ultimate. My stupid body could barely cope with it, you know. He stretched me out so far I thought I’d rip apart.”

Hajime doesn’t know what to think about it… he hadn’t been aware that Nagito has had little trysts with so many of the others. The fact that Nekomaru would be big doesn’t really surprise him. Everything is big on that guy.

“You’re… kind of easy, huh?” he says after a moment. At least Nagito’s gloating has had his desperate need to come recede somewhat despite him still rhythmically clenching and obviously egging him on to keep fucking him.

Nagito takes his arm off his face and just smiles at Hajime that big, unsettling grin.

“It’s the only thing I’m good for, Hajime! Be a nice, warm hole for the Ultimates! Let them relieve some stress by fucking a lowly servant like myself!”

Hajime shakes his head. He feels more and more weirded out but Nagito curls his legs around his hips to keep him right where he is. Balls deep and still interested enough for his cock to remain nice and hard.

“I’ve let them all have a go, Hajime,” Nagito croons. “Everybody got to fuck me… sometimes twice or thrice. Depending on how much they had to offer, you know? And Ultimes… wow, they have a lot to offer! I should have anticipated that, you know? Spreading my legs again and again – Gundham fucked me for hours. My belly was sloshing, Hajime!”

He tries not to listen to Nagito’s raving but it’s really kind of impossible when his body is still prickling and he just wants to pump out his own load.

Hajime lowers his head, chin against his chest he stares straight at Nagito’s flushed cock as he slowly continues thrusting. He can just ignore him babbling and get on with it. Maybe he’ll even be able to ignore how hot it gets him to hear how the others put this crazy bastard through his paces.

He also still doesn’t know whether Nagito is trying to praise him or tell him how bad he is compared to the others. He’s pretty hard to parse.

“The only one that I fucked was Fuyuhiko.”

Hajime’s thrust stutter as he nearly chokes on his own tongue. Despite his best intentions, he looks back up and just stares at Nagito. He is grabbing him by the hips now. He half expects himself to push him off and stop this altogether but his body and his head are moving in two different directions so instead of stopping, he starts to fuck him faster and harder.

Nagito makes a choked off little sound like he’s been about to talk again but bit his tongue instead.

He arches his back, his cock bouncing and slapping audibly against his belly every time Hajime pushes back into him and spears him on his cock.

Is he fucking him in anger? He doesn’t know. He’s all hot and cold and so damn confused while Nagito does what Nagito does best: he continues talking.

“At first he wanted to top, and I really wanted to let him, you know? But I think we all know that he’s a born bottom, right? And he was so good! Better than I would ever be! He was riding me and getting all teary eyed. It was so hot, Hajime.”

“Oh my God, why don’t you just shut up for one second?!” Hajime groans. He leans over, getting up on his knees some so he has more oomph behind his thrusts as he chases his orgasm and desperately tries not to listen to Nagito telling him about Fuyuhiko’s voice climbing up octave after octave as he basically dicked himself… or how Nekomaru sounds like a damaged old engine as he fucks so hard and steady, sweat pouring off his body and filling the space with the stench of sweat.

“I love getting fucked by Ultimates, Hajime! I love being a useless cumdump for all of you!”

Hajime groans, eyes clenched shut as he rabbit fucks Nagito like his life depends on it. His dick is so hard it aches; the burn spreads throughout his body. It even envelops his lungs, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Once he finally comes, he does feel the relief of an orgasm… but he also can’t help wondering about the nagging feeling that he lost to Nagito somehow, who has his hand around his cock and is desperately jerking it off so he may come close behind him, a huge grin on his face.