Junkomaeda Non-Con because it’s another thing that astounds me with its lack of existence. That and I wanted a fic where Komaeda has nothing but geniune disdain for Enoshima rather then there be some fucked up mutual attraction. Also I wanted to torture him a little okay maybe a lot. Terrible person.
Warnings: Explicit Non-Con, violence and even attempted strangulation, also verbal abuse not limited to shit-talking and gaslighting. Also implied aphrodisiac use. Enoshima is a sadist and a bit of a masochist too. Mostly a sadist here. Komaeda’s just here to suffer. The majority of the warnings are tagged on Ao3.
When he woke up, it was with a throbbing headache and something…strange curling in his gut. Something was also pressed against his back and that something had his arms yanked backwards to twist around it as his hands… He couldn’t move them—what felt like rope bound his wrists together, and sharp straw would cut into them with even the slightest bit of struggle against it. It hurt, everything hurt.
And it hurt more with the sugary sweet greeting exclaimed before him, ringing in his ears.
“Komaeda-kun, you’re awake! Good morning!”
“You have a twisted idea of good, it seems,” he spat, eyes already sore from having to focus on Enoshima’s bright grin. The girl was leaning over him, an ample shot of her cleavage on brazen display from her low-cut blouse with her well-manicured hands cupping her delicately-curved cheek. Her lips stretched wider, painted a supple red and he was sick of her already. “What’s the occasion for this?”
His ass hurt. That could have just been because how he was sitting, legs spread and splayed, back to something with his wrists tied with stupid cutting rope. His jacket. Where the hell was his jacket? She probably tossed it to give herself an easier time. He should find it later, but for now… His head throbbed even more as he grumpily growled at the grinning Enoshima. “You didn’t answer the question. Or are you deaf unless I ask while despairing?”
“How rude!” She straightened up with an affronted gasp, hand going to her chest as her mouth fell open in shock. “What do you mean by occasion? I need a reason to want to spend time with you?! I’ll have you know that this is just me expressing my affection! Shouldn’t I do that for one of my dear followers?”
“I thought I made it clear that despite doing business together, we are not personally affiliated in any way.” Komaeda’s blunt, eyes narrowing and not even bothering to humor her over the ‘affection’ comment. Enoshima didn’t comprehend the concept, he knew, but she acted like she did. Like now, and he was anything but in the mood for playing along with the lie that she wasn’t a complete psychopath. Instead he just continues matter-of-factly, “In case you’ve actually forgotten or just left the information to the wayside for your own convenience—which I’d expect from you anyway—there’s not one person who’s ever existed that I hate more than you.”
“You really mean that?” He didn’t bother responding and she didn’t bother waiting. She only sighed, a look of dismay dusting her fact. “Gee, normally hearing you say such things is nice. But now you sound so cold. Then again…” The smile reappeared, like it never went away in the first place. “That has its appeal, too. Hate me the most, you say? How much hate are you even capable of, Komaeda-kun?”