Criminals have feelings too |Komahina| ver. 1.2

SEX SELLS

☁︎ SEX SELLS ☁︎

a/n:
heyy I decided to write down a couple of chapters I think you guys might like, so consider this a thank you.

as some of you know, I'm not capable of writing direct smut, because of my humor sense and I don't feel like I'm anyhow ready to writing a hardcore smut (as some other authors are) so please respect it.

don't suggest a part2 of this "bonus chapter" this and another one will be the last two chapters for this book, I just wanted to write down a few... nice things that happened between the couple before the separation.

also these chapters will be shorter than other ones.

(this just might be the first time y'all see me use the word 'dick')

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WARNING:
this chapter will contain very soft smut (such as long make outs, teasing, hint of kitchen sex, moans), and small injury (+ it's description)

BEFORE HAJIME'S DISAPPEARANCE

AFTER ANOTHER HARD day at work, Nagito came home totally exhausted. Hajime, who was the whole day with him, knew exactly what was going to happen next.
Nagito would close himself in the small office in their mansion and continue to work.

at this point, he was overworking himself.

and that's exactly what happened.

just as they entered the mansion, Nagito ran upstairs, shouting a quick 'love you' before slamming the door shut.
Hajime sighed, "love you too," he mumbled, more to himself than to Nagito.
he began making the dinner for them, deciding on what to make as he picked out the ingredients.
in the end, he decided to make pasta with courgette sauce and meatballs.

usually their evening went like that. Nagito would close himself out in the office while Hajime would make some dinner.
another daily basis was arguing. during the dinner, Nagito would share some of the ideas, plans or upcoming events for the mafia. then they both would start suggesting things and start disagreeing with each other and this would turn into big argument which would end with either one of them slamming the door, yelling at the other one to leave them alone.
but the next day, everything would be alright.

"ouh fuck," Hajime winced and looked at his hand.
he noticed a small pool of blood forming on the cutting board. he cut his finger while cutting the courgette. gladly it wasn't anyhow serious.
a red line was forming to the left of his index finger's nail. that's where the cut was located. he sighed, watching the blood drip from the injury on top of the cutting board, some of it even getting on the courgette circles.
he quickly washed his hands and grabbed first aid kit. finding the plaster was easy, even in the messy box. he stuck the plaster on the injury and began washing the blood.

the brunet groaned. he turned the water off and dried the cutting board. he resumed to cut the courgette.
just a few minutes later, all the vegetables needed for the dinner were ready to be cooked. and as the vegetables were cooking, Hajime began making the small meatballs.

a pair of cold arms with tight muscles wrapped themselves around Hajime's waist. the owner of those arms began rocking their bodies from side to side, "woow, looks really good, kitten," Nagito's sweet, raspy voice muttered into Hajime's ear.

"oh yeah?" Hajime giggled, but didn't look up from the pan where the sause was already boiling, "shoot.. Nagito, can you hand me a lid for this pan?" he looked at his husband who nodded.

Nagito gave Hajime the lid. he covered the pan and lowered the heat of the flame. Nagito's arms wrapped themselves around Hajime's waist again, this time pressing his bottom against Nagito's hips.
the brunet softly blushed, but continued to cook, "are you actually done with your work or are you just horny?"

the taller male rolled his eyes, resting his chin on the brunet's shoulder. his left arm moved from Hajime's waist to Hajime's thigh, teasing him by 'accidentally' (aggressive air quotes to that) sliding his hand past Hajime's dick.

"fuck you Nagito," Hajime grumbled, even stronger blush showing on his face.

"I mean, I prefer to be top, but alrighty~" Nagito purred into Hajime's ear.

the brunet shivered at the words, the body hair on his arms stood up. he felt Nagito's cold hands squeeze his hips. his hands moved up, under his shirt, leaving a tingly feeling behind.

"you do know I still have to finish the dinner, right?" the brunet said, ducking down to break free from his husband's grasp.

Nagito rolled his eyes and hopped on top of the counter, "I do," he sighed out, tugging out his bottom lip in a pout. he watched Hajime cook the pasta, swirl around the kitchen with unbelievable charm. he swung his legs, his heels hitting the cupboard under him. the bump made Hajime look at Nagito who grabbed the opportunity and made the little sex sign (👉👌) with a smirk.

Hajime rolled his eyes while a smile formed on his lips, "oh my God, you're unbelievable," he mumbled as he stirred the sauce.

the albino stuck his tongue out, "you're just glad I didn't close myself in the office again," his grin grew wider as Hajime nodded.

"you've got me there," he admitted.

the pasta began boiling in the pot, so Hajime turned it off as the sauce was already done as well. he flushed the water from the pot, keeping all the pasta in the pot.

Nagito hopped off of the counter, wrapped an arm around Hajime's waist, pulling him closer, their hips now touching. Hajime looked up, connected his and Nagito's eyes.
the albino placed his hand on Hajime's jawbone, his fingers brushing across the thin, tanned skin, spreading the tingly feeling, because of the coldness of his fingers. his grasp on Hajime's hip tightened, his nails digging into Hajime's skin through the oversized hoodie. the albino leaned in, closing the gap between their lips. the brunet immediately melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Nagito's neck.

just a few seconds later, the kiss moved from being gentle and loving to hungry and greedy. tongues were involved, they fought over dominance which, after a soft moan from Hajime, Nagito won.
the tanned hands of the brunet made their way up to the white hair of his spouse, his fingers twirling the wavy white locks.
Nagito slid his hands under Hajime's hoodie, making his way up Hajime's back. his nails dug into his husband's back as soon as he heard Hajime's quiet moans and grunts.

Nagito broke the kiss, a deep huff escaping his mouth. he leaned to Hajime's ear and whispered in a low tone of his voice, "now bend over,"

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sorry if the ending was a bit off of the hill (?)

I wasn't really motivated to keep writing this chapter, because I have other things on my mind (regarding this fanfiction).
plus I don't think I'm comfortable enough to continue with the "sexual tension"

I hope you understand :)

XOXO

   - Author <33

ps. this is the last chapter of this fanfiction, I don't think I'll write another bonus chapter, although I planned it.

I'm sorry, but I can't really get past 200 words and that isn't enough for the "plot"

so this is the official goodbye to this fanfiction
(the playlist has been updated with sex sells by lovejoy)