Hinakoma Smutshots/lemon (also some other smuts)

~The Blade~

Trigger warning: Self-harm, Mentions of blood

I think y'all can guess what's gonna go down in this story TwT (Please note that this is gonna start of as super depressing but It gets better trust me ;w;)

Kink warning: Nothin really it's just like Komaeda is still a kinky little shit. (also he gets horny from blood cause why the fuck not.)

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Komaeda stood in front of the mirror, starring at his reflection whilst gripping the sink. He examined every part of his face, his tired, drooping eyes, his dried lips that were falling into a frown, his pale, dirty white hair that was once a tolerable shade of brown. He kept on staring until he got angry by looking at his own face. He didn't know how Hajime could love someone as disgusting and revolting as himself. He punched the mirror out of pure frustration, making the glass crack slightly. Komaeda took a step back, realizing how loud that sound was as he heard Hajime call out to him in a worried tone: "Komaeda?! what was that!? are you okay??". Komaeda rubbed at his hand, slowly making his way down to his jacket sleeve and pulling the fabric down as his pupils grew into swirls. multiple cuts were scattered along his arm, already covered in dry blood. He quickly snatched a small blade from a drawer that was hidden under multiple products. He swiftly began slicing his arm as he heard Hajime knocking on the door. "Komaeda?!? open the door!!" Hajime yelled as his knocking grew into pounding. Komaeda pulled his sleeve back down his arm and unlocked the door. almost immediately, the door suddenly swung open. Hajime and Komaeda locked eyes as Komaeda felt blood slowly run down his arm. "Komaeda.. why is the mirror cracked?" Hajime asked, sweat dripping from his face out of worry. "O-oh.. I.. uhm..." Komaeda struggled to think of a reasonable answer as he looked at the mirror. A very small, yet visible crack was in the middle of it, exactly where he punched it. Hajime stared at Komaeda, waiting for a proper reply, but all he got was a mumbled "I-I closed the cupboard too hard." Komaeda said, opening and closing the cupboard that had the mirror attached to it, as if he was demonstrating what he meant. "That would shatter the whole thing though-" Hajime stopped mid sentence as his eyes landed on Komaeda's sleeve, that was stained with that neon pink blood color. "Komaeda. why is there blood on your sleeve?" Hajime asked, staring Komaeda dead in the eyes. Komaeda tried to play dumb, looking at the other sleeve, and squinting as if trying to figure out something. Hajime stepped forward and grabbed onto Komaeda's arm that he was talking about, causing Komaeda to sharply breath through his teeth. Hajime pulled up his sleeve and stared at Komaeda's arm in silence. He looked up at Komaeda, who was tearing up and shaking from fear. He stared at the cuts, lightly running his finger along them and looking at the blood that stained his finger. He looked at Komaeda, who now had tears falling from his face. Hajime's face went blank as he brought Komaeda's arm up to Komaeda's face. "Lick it." Hajime said, looking at him while parting his lips slightly. "W-what?.." Komaeda asked, both confused and suprised. "You heard me." Hajime replied coldly, still holding up Komaeda's arm. "I-I... okay..." Komaeda nodded slightly and brought out his tongue, pressing it against his arm while shivering. Komaeda's eyes went wide as he licked the blood off his arm, Hajime closely watched him as he slowly wiped his tears off his face. Komaeda began sweating as his face grew red, continuing to lick his arm. "You really get hard from your own blood?" Hajime asked, looking down at Komaeda's crotch. Komaeda let out a breathless sigh as he continued to lick his arm, dragging his tongue around the cuts slowly. Hajime pulled Komaeda's arm down as he brought their lips together gently. Komaeda flinched slightly before kissing back, wrapping his arms around Hajime's shoulders. Hajime put one hand on Komaeda's waist, the other on Komaeda's jaw, pulling it down as he stuck his tongue into Komaeda's mouth. Komaeda pushed himself against Hajime as he rubbed his knee against Hajime's crotch, making Hajime harshly swallow. Hajime pulled away and stared at Komaeda's arm for a bit before he grabbed his wrist and took a close look at the cuts again, not wanting to believe what he saw. Some were already scabbed over, some looked like they were fresh. Hajime sighed and looked up at Komaeda, who was looking away in shame. "Komaeda, look at me." Hajime said, placing his hand on Komaeda's shoulder. Komaeda turned to Hajime with a sigh, and that's when Hajime was actually able to look closely at Komaeda's face. He noticed the heavy bags that Komaeda had tried to cover up with some sort of makeup, but didn't do a very good job at it. "Where'd you get the makeup?" Hajime asked in a soft tone, lightly dragging his thumb along Komaeda's eye bags and smudging the makeup. "U-uhm.. I-Ibuki gave it to me.." Komaeda said, playing with the drawstring of his jacket. "Did she ask why?" Hajime asked gently as to not hint at the fact that he was more than angry with Ibuki. "Y-yea but I told her it was for Halloween." Hajime's eyes widened at Komaeda's words. "You've been doing this since October?!" Hajime yelled, more worried than angry now. "I-I'm sorry Hinata-kun, I just don't get how you can love someone as disgusting as I-" Komaeda was cut off as Hajime hugged him tightly, Komaeda wanted to protest and continue to ramble about how much of a piece of trash he was, but before he could, Hajime picked him up and carried him out of the bathroom, placing him on the bed and walking back to the bathroom. He returned with bandages and grabbed onto Komaeda's arm, wrapping the bandage around it. He checked the other arm and noticed that it had no cuts, and looked much better presented than his other. Hajime raised and eyebrow and looked up at Komaeda. "Why is it only one?" Hajime asked setting the box of bandages on the floor and sitting on the bed beside Komaeda. "This is the last arm I touched my parents with, so I blame this one for their death." Komaeda said, pointing to the arm that was covered in cuts. "Y-your parents are dead.. and you blame yourself for it?.." Hajime said, feeling like he was gonna cry out of pure pity for Komaeda. "W-Well yea, I mean it is all cause of my luck that everyone on the plane died except for me." Komaeda said, looking at Hajime like he was used to this happening. "Komaeda, why do you look so used to this?.." Hajime asked, now extremely concerned. "Cause this Happens a lot to me, It's just how my luck works." Komaeda explained, licking his lips that still had some blood on them. "It happens.. a lot?" Hajime asked, worried about what else Komaeda had been through. "Yea, It's like my childhood when I was taking my dog for a walk.. I can't remember her name at the moment, but a truck started speeding towards us, I was able to move in time, but when I turned around and looked back at my dog.. It was such a despair inducing sight.." Komaeda said, tracing random shapes on the back of his hand. "K-Komaeda... why didn't you... WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME?!?" Hajime yelled, standing up and facing Komaeda as tears stung at the corners of his eyes. Komaeda was shocked at Hajime's reaction, but attempted to stay calm "Cause I-I didn't want you to feel pity for someone as useless as I am.." Komaeda said, leaning back on his elbows, still sitting on the bed. "NAGITO OF FUCKING COURSE IM GONNA FEEL SORRY NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TOLD ME ABOUT YOUR STUPID LUCK! YOUR MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND! WHAT DID YOU THINK?!" Hajime said, drying off his tears with the back of his hand. Komaeda sat straight up and looked at him with wide eyes, surprised that he had been called "Nagito" from Hajime out of all people. "Hajime, please, take your anger out on me." Komaeda said, looking at Hajime with dull eyes as he stood up. However, Hajime wasn't angry, he was more sad that Komaeda didn't tell him anything. Hajime took a deep breath in and shoved Komaeda back onto the bed, removing his jacket and climbing on top of him. Hajime pushed Komaeda's shirt upwards so the bottom of it was resting at his neck. Hajime rubbed Komaeda's chest slowly, circling around his nipples. Komaeda let out a small sound as he covered his mouth and tried to keep quiet. Hajime gave him a glare and grabbed his wrist, pulling it away from his mouth and keeping a vice grip on it. Komaeda squeezed his eyes shut as he moaned from Hajime's gentle touch on his chest. Hajime bent down and licked one of his nipples, circling his finger around the other, making Komaeda shiver. Hajime moved his head up and pushed Komaeda's shirt back down, biting his neck. Komaeda shut his eyes as he took in a sharp inhale and held his breath, clenching his fists. Hajime noticed and quickly stood up, taking off Komaeda's pants. Hajime undid his own, which left them both in their boxers as Komaeda now sat straight up. Hajime pulled off his own boxers and waited for Komaeda to do the same, instead Komaeda stood up and walked up to Hajime, seemingly embarrassed. Komaeda poked his two index fingers together as he spoke in a quiet voice. "H-Hinata-kun.. c-can I ride you..please?" Komaeda said, looking at the ground.  Hajime stared at him blankly, he thought he was gonna be in charge, but he just simply shrugged and climbed onto the bed, sitting down and gesturing with his head for Komaeda to climb up. Komaeda bent down and opened the nightstand drawer, picking up a bottle of lube and hopping up onto the bed. He sat in front of Hajime and began putting the lube slowly onto Hajime's member, making Hajime shiver from the touch. Komaeda tossed the bottle to the side and lifted his body up slightly, removing his boxers and throwing them on top of the lube bottle. Komaeda shifted himself forwards slightly so he was lined up with the tip of Hajime's member. He stayed like that for a few seconds before looking up at Hajime, waiting for a response. Hajime nodded and lightly gripped Komaeda's waist as Komaeda wrapped his hands around Hajime's. Komaeda lowered himself slowly, sliding down onto Hajime's member. Komaeda whimpered slightly before fully placing himself on Hajime. Hajime swallowed audibly and moved upwards into Komaeda, causing Komaeda to let out a small sound of surprise. Komaeda stared down at Hajime before speaking in a hushed voice. "do it again, please." Komaeda said, still staring at Hajime. Hajime opened his mouth, but closed it, unable to think of any rebuttals. Hajime grunted lightly and pushed back up into Komaeda, who had shut his eyes and was struggling to stay upright. Hajime continued to push up and down as Komaeda started to try and move at the same pace as Hajime. After a while, Komaeda moaned out as he released without warning onto Hajime. Shortly after, Hajime reached his limit and released into Komaeda with a groan. Komaeda sat still for a few moments before getting up off of Hajime and walking to the bathroom. He grabbed a cloth to clean off Hajime, he turned around and stared at the blade that was on the edge of the sink, dripping blood. He carefully picked it up and licked it off, not caring if it cut him. Komaeda swallowed the blood he licked off the blade and stared at it for a bit before walking out of the bathroom, tucking the blade into his palm. He walked up to Hajime, who seemed to be half asleep as he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Komaeda poked his shoulder, waking him more so he could actually process things. Hajime sat up and stared at him, narrowing his eyes. "Hajime, I'll let you decide what I should do with the blade." Komaeda said opening his hand and showing it to Hajime. He stared down at it before picking it up and examining it. "Why is it so clean?" Hajime asked, looking back up at Komaeda, who swallowed harshly. "I ran it under the tap, I didn't think you wanted the blood of someone as disgusting as me on your hands, so.." Komaeda was now staring at the ground, but he glanced up to look at Hajime's expression. He looked rather angry at Komaeda's comment about himself, but he just reached his hand out to take the cloth from Komaeda. He cleaned himself off before tossing the now partly-dirty cloth back to Komaeda. He attempted to catch it, only to trip himself up and nearly fall backwards, but kept his balance just barely enough to stay upright. Hajime softly smiled at Komaeda's foolishness, but didn't comment on it at all. Komaeda cleaned himself off and dropped the cloth on the floor, looking back to Hajime who was standing up and walking over to Komaeda. He handed him the blade, exhaling slowly. "Give it to Fuyuhiko tomorrow, he'll probably find a better use for it, for now just find a safe place to put it." Hajime said, placing the blade in Komaeda's hand and getting back into the bed. Komaeda walked over to the dresser on the far side of their room, setting it down and walking over to the bed, laying down beside Hajime. He looked at the arm that was perfectly wrapped in bandages, "I'll ask Hajime how he learned to use bandages so well tomorrow." Komaeda thought, as he slowly fell asleep.

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JESUS FUCK I'M DONE THIS. I'M SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG I'VE BEEN SUPER BUSY WITH SCHOOL AGAIN I'M SUPER SORRY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

thanks for reading this though! <3

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