Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

Chapter 5: Yours

A.N: This chapter contains NSFW content! Please read only if sixteen or older! If you like it, be sure to leave an upvote to support me!

(PS: Many readers don't seem to already know this, but most women bleed when they have intercourse for the first time due to tearing of the hymen tissue. It's not because of menstruation!)
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"Mm..mmmhh..."

The Servant clamped his lips over mine for the fifth time in the day, holding my face with one of his hands. We were in the kitchen making dinner while the kids were upto their own business. I closed my eyes and I felt my cheeks blush with embarassment. A few parts of my body that he had scarred to fool the children still stung horribly but like he said...he was kissing it better. Being stuck in a place with having practically no knowledge about myself was terrifying. He applied a little force and pushed me into the counter, smothering my face with deep and breathy kisses.
He finally broke apart with a smile, running a thumb over the cheek he had slapped a day ago.

"Heheh," he chuckled, smiling contently. "Now...it kinda feels we're married, huh?"

I blushed even harder, if that were possible.
"U-Um...what do you me-"

"We're cooking in a kitchen, kissing when we feel like it, afraid of being spotted by the children...and you're still so shy..."
He chuckled, observing my flushed cheeks.
"Well, in any case...I think it's adorable."

I gulp and turn to the oven, pulling out roast chicken. It was a delectable looking golden-brown and massive, enough for all of us. Maybe it's a good thing I didn't escape. I'd have nothing to eat and no one to protect me. When I returned to my room the Servant gave me a pair of earphones and said they belonged to me and I used to keep them on all the time. So I carefully kept them aside inside the drawer next to my bed.

Well...our bed.
The white haired man said he wanted to sleep in the same bed as me once the kids went to sleep.

It's strange...all he really wants is to canoodle in private and express libidinous things...it's difficult to think he might be lying. Even now, the tips of his long, slender fingers brush my waist...I can feel his face nuzzle into the side of my nape in long breaths...

He breaks apart with a jerk once we hear soft footsteps walking into the kitchen and Kotoko emerged from the door, pushing Monaca along in her wheelchair. Both of them look cheerful, their pink cheeks catching light from the lit oven.

"Is dinner done?" Monaca said gleefully, clasping her hands together.
"I'm craving some chicken-"

"What a coincidence!" The Servant said. "that's exactly what we've made. Would you like your dinner served now?"

"Yes, absolutely." Kotoko said. "What are the two of you adult demons doing?"

"Hm? That's obvious! We're making dinner-"

"I'm twelve, not an idiot," Kotoko said smirking. "Whatever the two of you do, try to keep it out of the food, got it?"

"I'm..not sure what you-" I started, flabbergasted at Kotoko's nature of being eerily wiser beyond her years.

"Oh, shut up!" She yelled, pouting and turning over Monaca's wheelchair carelessly, such that it hit the wall and made its occupant flinch.

"Oh no...!" I exclaimed, reaching a hand towards them in concern. "Please be gentler..."

Suddenly, Kotoko let go of the wheelchair and staggered a few steps back, her shoulders shivered and her eyes opened wide, as if I had declared a terrible profanity.
Monaca giggled behind her palm and whispered "oh no!" mischievously.