#nagito komaeda smut

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: | 1 | Nagito was obsessed with your pussy, the slick that leaked from it, and the graces of hope that poured from your precious lips. | 2 | Nagito absolutely adored you – in all of your flowered expressions – and for valentine's day, you both picked out the perfect position for the two of you. | 3 | Maybe Nagito shouldn't of been so condescending during the first trial, because now he was tied up within your grasp and it seemed like you'd never touch him– even if he begged. | 4 | When you first met Nagito, you couldn't stop staring at him– and his thighs that smoothed under his shorts. Now he's lying back for you... letting you do as you please.

warnings: 18+ mdni, fem! reader, smut... | 1 | pussy worship, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm (reader), petnames (honey, my beautiful hope), nagito likes talking to your pussy. | 2 | lotus position, soft!nagito, loving, sensual, caring sex, orgasm (both), praises, petnames (honey, baby), nagito's a lil clingy, a bit more rough in the end but not by much. | 3 | tied up and submissive, sub!nagito, sdr2!nagito, begging & pleading, edging, mentions of sex toys, teasing, slight degrading, nagito begs for reader to touch him but is refused each time, allusion to first trial (no spoilers except his switch up). | 4 | thigh worship, boyfriend!nagito, body worship, massaging, licking, hickeys, handjob, masturbation, nagito lets you do whatever you want to his thighs as long as he can get off too, slight mention of scars (udg canon)

a/n: i tried to make them as blunt as possible tag wise so we know whose is who though everyone had a fairly different idea in their v-day thirsts so i think were good on that aspect. i had four in total for the lucky boy, making him my lead character. (honestly me too though, im obsessed with him so this wasnt much of a surprise) wc: 600ish each v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 4

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

| 1 |

“Pretty little thing, aren’t you?” 

Nagito’s not talking about you– to you even, he’s between your legs. You looked down from where you were planted, laying amongst the soft blankets he had taken the courtesy to place between you and the mattress. His hair was disheveled, some of its white fluff sticking out in different directions on top before falling down against his shoulders in a pale cream. That wasn’t your doing, it was normally like that. But you wished it was your doing– the way he’d whimper out as you pulled on it made you see stars sometimes. But this wasn’t about him, it was about you– as you’re splayed out in front of him, waiting for him to make a luckful gesture.

You whined as his forefinger swiped through the collected arousal that stuck to your folds, but it didn’t push past your entrance and a quiet chuckle sounded from the edge of the bed as you clenched around nothing. 

“Ah, she’s crying for me…” He cooed, sucking his finger into the cavern of his mouth and he stared at you for a minute as you calmed yourself down again. “There we go… back to normal?” 

“N-Nagito… please do something.” You whimpered, your legs fully spread open and you could feel yourself leaking all over the gray blanket beneath you. Thankfully, you spurred him on a bit and he positioned himself eye level with your cunt now. 

“Patience.” He commanded softly, pressing a feathered kiss against your swollen clit. His eyes had fluttered shut with a quiet hum as he tasted you against his tongue, laving at the raised bud languidly. Pleasure washed over you as he finally caved in, after who knows how long– God, he was mean sometimes… all because he wanted to admire every crevice of your body, of your precious pussy.

You felt more of your slick pour out of you, into his open palm that he placed underneath you. Nagito tucked it slightly against your thighs and as the fluid spilled between his fingers, he pulled off your clit with a wet noise to focus on the glistening mess. “Oh, you’re so sensitive… I haven’t even fully touched you yet.”

You were quick to open your mouth, it was obvious he was still praising your leaking hole but as you went to object and plead for him to do something– anything, his fingers slipped inside thoughtfully. 

“She’s such a good girl for me…already squeezing the tips of my fingers– Ah!” Nagito let out a surprised sound, a doe look flushing his face, as you started to fuck down against his hand with utter desperation for anything he had to give you. “So needy… for someone like me? Thank you…”

He curled them upwards, grazing over your sweet spot and it took everything in you not to clasp your thigh shut around his arm from the sensation. You were so neurotic, your senses shot to dust as another chuckle echoed off his cottage walls. His other hand rested against your left thigh, it made you shiver as it was cold against your skin and you warmed up to the fact that he was soothing you– Nagito was rubbing soft circles into the flesh of it as he brought you to your high. 

“Go on, honey.” He was finally talking to you now, his gray eyes glancing up towards yours and you fell apart against his fingers. He cooed at you through it, soft remarks falling from his lips like ‘that’s it, my beautiful hope’ and ‘did so well, love you so much’ while your pent up arousal leaked all over his palm. You muffled your moan, the back of your hand pressing up against your lips and your eyes squeezed shut as you shuddered into his still caressing fingertips. 

It took you a minute to come down from your high and as you did, you noticed Nagito still hovering between your legs– his eyes devout of lust. 

“‘M going to clean you up now, hope you don’t mind.”

| 2 |

“You okay?” Nagito asked you, his arms holding you close into his chest. His cock was nestled deep inside you as you huffed out a quiet sigh, adjusting to the position you two agreed upon. Your legs hugged his backside and you were utterly exposed in his eyes as they scanned over your face for any cause of concern. 

“Yeah, I’m okay baby.” You nodded with a small smile, bringing one of your hands from his shoulder to his cheek and you leaned in to press a poised kiss against his lips. Nagito hummed into the kiss, his fingertips trailing down your back lovingly as he further deepened the kiss. He hasn’t moved inside you yet, completely entranced in the intimacy that doused the both of you like a spell as both of your eyes had slipped shut– just reveling in the touch of one another. But when you grinded subtly against the length of his cock, he panted into your mouth and his hands slipped down to grab at your waist– an indication he needed to move inside you.

You made the first full move, gently lifting yourself up and planting back down in a gentle manner and he was putty within your arms. A quiet moan left his lips and he tilted his head back, which gave you access to litter his pale neck with hickeys. Nagito held you with one arm now as he leaned back, his other pressing into the mattress to stabilize his movements as he started thrusting up into you now. 

“Oh my God… Y/N– you feel so good…” He breathed out, his eyes opening and flickering down towards where you bruised a hickey into his collarbone and his hips stuttered into you as you bit down. You looked up at him through your lashes and he only moaned out more, trying to get you to bounce more on him now. You noticed how his hips rolled right into you, lazy– unhurried and it turned you on even more as you started to let out sounds of your own. 

His cock brushed against your sweet spot and your nerves stood straight up, tiny whimpers pouring out of your mouth now as you rocked down in time with his thrusts now. “Nagito– right there, please, do that again…”

“Whatever you want, honey.” His eyes were completely focused on you as you intertwined your hands around the back of his neck and you threaded your fingers into his hair. You pushed his head towards your neck, which he took the leisure to kiss at it– sucked a few marks down it as you bounced earnestly on him now. Every jolt of his cock sent you into a frenzy, your head burying deep in his precious hair to try to hide the fucked out look that spread on your face. 

It didn’t last long as he murmured against your skin ‘why’re hiding from me? come back down, i miss you…’ and his hands pulled you down by your shoulders, his cock nestling deep into you. You whimpered out as it pressed directly against your cervix and you could feel the dull pleasure within your tummy as you edged closer to your release. 

“C’mon, baby…” Nagito’s fingers traced the swell of your clit and you threw your head back, your walls nearly choking his cock as you came all over it. “T-That’s it, knew you’d do so good for me…” 

His thrusts had sped up, fucking you through your orgasm and he was practically bouncing you on his own now, chasing his climax with low groans leaving his lips. “Baby… ‘M so close– just a little more, you can take it.” 

His eyes screwed shut moments after and his jaw fell slack as he came in you, lazily pumping into you as he shuddered through his orgasm. Quiet breathy moans escaped him as you felt his cock twitch, his fingers gripping the back of your shoulders in a close hug. 

“Love you lots, should do that again soon…” Nagito babbled on afterwards while letting you fall against him in a cuddle, not bothering to pull yourselves fully apart.

| 3 |

Nagito’s eyes brimmed with cupidity from where he was tied up– his legs and arms bound behind him as he tried to roll over to look at you. You had positioned yourself against his back, your palms caressing the sweat that glistened on his chest. You hummed softly as a sob wracked Nagito’s body when you tweaked one of his nipples with lithe fingers, compliant words spilling from his lips. 

“Y/N, fuck me already.” The words were nothing but a rasp, his hair fluffing as his head hit the pillow again in defeat when your hand pulled away.

“That’s not how you ask.” 

“Please– fuck me please… I’ll do anything–” Nagito groaned and you could see the anguish of his face even as he faced away from you. His cheeks burned with hotness, a flush he couldn’t escape as it trailed down his pale chest. His eyes were squeezed shut in agony as he tried to rut into the mattress, but you wouldn’t let him as you hooked him back by his rope. He let out another whine, tears falling freely from his eyes as he looked back at you with a saddened pout. “Please… I swear– just touch me.”

 You smoothed his hair down, threading your fingers through it as you reached for the waistband of his boxers. A short whimper escaped him as you pulled out his cock, aweing at the sight of it lying against his tummy. You felt bad, but then again– who was the one who was being a brat during the first trial? Nagito was lucky he was saved from the cold confines of the ground in the old building, he should be thankful that he was tied against the comfort of your bed. 

“Nagito dear…” You cooed, your fingers ghosting over the tip as it dripped precum onto the sheets. He shook with anticipation as he watched them intensely. Oh, the relief he was going to feel when you finally wrapped your hand around his aching cock– he’s been like this for hours now and you hadn’t let up one bit in your teasing. 

You’ve driven him on the brink of madness several times, by playing with his nipples and hovering your lips over everywhere you could reach. You’ve showcased your collection of sex toys, buttplugs and whatnot with jewels littering the bed before him and he’d whine for any of them but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of one. You needed to show Nagito that everything wasn’t set in stone– when you act like a condescending asshole, this is to be expected.

And all he wanted was your touch– exactly where you’ve abandoned him. His cock had been flushed red for God knows how long and it was starting to really hurt. Nagito pulled at the rope against his wrists, struggling against them and you tutted at him with a long sigh. “None of that, please. I’ve worked real hard on those knots.” 

He instantly obeyed because maybe, just maybe you’d touch him if he was good. Maybe if he begged… “Please, Y/N… I need you. Pleasepleaseplease, need your hand– I’ll be good, I promise. Next trial I’ll be good…”

Next trial? You wiped that thought from your mind as your hand drifted to his cock again. Quiet mutters fell from his lips, more like empty pleads that didn’t make sense and you sighed in defeat as you moved him over to straddle him. You planted yourself right against his knees, taking in the wrecked figure in front of you. Tears stained his cheeks, his dull eyes rimmed with red, and a fucked out expression painted his face as he realized what you were about to do. An unstable, yet warm still leveled his lips.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” 

“A-Anywhere…I don’t care–! Thank you…” 

| 4 |

When you looked at him the first time, his legs stuck out to you– the tall lengthy figure that sat near the edge of Jabberwock. You didn’t know him then and someone from the island introduced you and all you could think of was how perfect your head would fit between his legs down under. As you shook Nagito’s hand in greeting, you knew you needed to know everything about him, the moon and stars nudging you further. 

He wore shorts underneath the dusk, the hotness of the island wafting over the both of you and his hair fluffed with humidity as you two sat against the sand, overlooking the beach. Your eyes would keep drifting towards the plushness of his thighs as he sat criss crossed on the beach, taking in your every word– naturally by the end of the night, you had him wrapped around your finger.

And here he was, pressed back into the divet of your mattress with sighs and pants spilling from his lips. Now you two had a label between you months later and he was entirely open to you, letting you adore his thighs. Your hand had slipped up and down his cock lazily, giving him some friction as you pressed your lips against the flesh of his right thigh. Your other hand fondled at the other, circling the scars that adapted to his skin and you hummed contently. 

Nagito knew you loved his thighs, saw you drooling over them the first time you both had met underneath the darkened sun. And he was intrigued, so he bit at the line you fed him and this is where it got him– you practically praising, worshipping him like he was an esteemed deity– all for the granted hope of his body. 

He was lucky.

“Y/N…” You heard from above you and your eyes met his, glancing up quickly and taking in his lust rimmed eyes. “Admiring me again?” 

You nodded, your tongue darting out to lap at a bruise you made a few hours prior when you had him splayed out for you before breakfast. You sped up your hand that encased his cock in pleasure, a sharp inhale emitting from him. “And what about it?”

“Ah- N-Nothing…” He groaned out, his head falling back onto the pillows with a slight arch in his back. You smoothed your hand over his milky thigh once again, suckling a new mark into the soft flesh and you felt Nagito jolt a bit. You hazily giggled as his lengthy hand wrapped around yours on his cock. 

He practically gave you permission to bury your face between his thighs as he lightened his grip to let you pull away, both of your hands now pillowing against his thighs– you were so thankful as he pressed them slightly together, your cheek resting against one of them as you toyed with the other. 

Nagito’s hand sped up on himself as you pinched softly, the sharp sting running through his spine and you heard his breathing get more raspier. His hand movements had gotten sloppier too, more uncoordinated as you licked a heavy stripe up the inside of his thigh. 

You clenched your legs together as you felt his body tremble, nearing his orgasm and you felt as though you could watch him from this angle forever. His pale slender thighs shook like a leaf as he fell apart, spurting all over his hand with a quiet gasp and you tried your best to contain yourself. 

But once Nagito came down from his high, your teeth were nipping at his thighs again– your hands massaging near his hips and he happily let you do as you pleased. 

#𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒'𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 ꨄ #𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 ☾ #danganronpa smut #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x you #danganronpa komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #komaeda x reader #nagito x y/n #nagito x reader #nagito x you #komaeda nagito #komaeda smut #nagito smut #nagito komaeda smut #nagito komaeda #fem reader #𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 ✰

[katshours]

Mine, All Mine.

-nagito x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, porn with no plot, absolutely none. sub?? nagito (it isn’t explicitly shown.), unprotected sex, a pinch of self-degrading talk (literally one sentence.), biting, creampie, pet names.

a/n: I just had to get this out there cause I couldn’t stop imagining this LMFAO..I wrote it on a whim so if things are weird, my bad! this is my first post after a decade of not doing anything, so enjoy.

“Say it—Say it, Please.” Nagito whimpered, having a deadly grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft plush skin. His eyes screwed shut as he let out breathy moans whenever he slammed back inside of you. The way your tight walls would suck him back in, it made him shiver in delight. He looked down fro a brief moment to watch how his cock would disappear inside of you. How there was a ring of your cum and his own at the base of his member from previous orgasms. He leaned over you, his head falling in between your shoulder blades.

“I’m— hah.. I—I’m all yours. Only yours.” Your words came out muffled with your face buried in the pillows underneath you but he heard you loud and clear. He picked up the pace, letting out a small laugh as she moved his head to place kisses all over your back and shoulders before he was right in your ear, moaning and whimpering. “That’s right. You only belong to me. Hmmh.. J-Just as much as I am yours.”

You gripped the bedsheets under you, the way his cock would drag against your sensitive spots made your body react wonderfully. Your breathing was getting more shallow, your back arching more and your pussy clenching down on him. “Only I make you feel this good. Someone worthless like me, fucking you to oblivion.” You were about to talk back, scold him for talking lowly about himself but before you did, his nimble fingers had slithered their way in between your legs to rub your clit in harsh circles. You could only cry out, your body jolting.

“Come for me pretty girl, you can do that for me, right? Be a good girl.” Nagito whispered, his voice sending tingles all over your body. He wanted to make you cum first, he always made you a priority. He thinks that he doesn’t even deserve to be with you like this but after much reassurance, he gave in and he started to think why he didn’t do this sooner with you. His thrusts were fast, wanting to reach that sweet release, the one that he could almost taste on the tip of his tongue.

He brought his face closer to yours, kissing you in a sloppy manner. His tongue immediately slithering its way inside your mouth. You eagerly kissed him back and reciprocated the action, drool started to dribble out of the corner of your mouth. The sensation of everything building up made you moan into his mouth and before you knew it, you were crumbling under him. Your body tensing as you kept your lips pressed against his, stifling a moan when waves of pleasure crashed through your body as you orgasmed.

Just by seeing your face contorted by pleasure, Nagito soon followed right after you, giving a few more sloppy thrusts before thick white ropes of cum spurted inside of you. He never really liked to pull out anyway. It would be such a waste. He leaned back and started to rub the sides of your body affectionately as your body twitched. He didn’t pull out just yet, he let you catch your breath before he spoke up with a cheeky grin, looking down at your flushed face. “Let’s go another round? I’m sure an Ultimate like you can handle it.”

#nagito x reader #nagito komeada x reader #nagito smut #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #dr nagito #nagito komaeda smut #danganronpa nagito

[lxvenderdreamy]

🍀~Good Boy~🍀

🍋Sub! Nagito Komeada x Soft!Dom! Reader🍋

[🍋]

CW:Contains praising kink, handjob, self-degradation (we all know whose that’s coming from, just one time), orgasm denial, first time writing smut on this blog

“O-Oh..~ Y-Y/n..” Nagito said as he panted. He bit his lip as your hand went up and down on his member, he tried to stifle in his moans of pure pleasure as he closed his eyes tightly. He felt felt your thumb teasing his tip. “Mhmm..D-Don’t..tease me, Y/n..” Nagito stammered out.

“Now, who said that you could give such orders, love?” You whispered in his ear. “You wanna be a good boy for me, hm?” You cooed in his ear. Nagito whined at that. He leaned against you, you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

“R-Right…hmph..~!” Nagito panted. “D-Don’t listen—to a filthy..hngh..~ s-slut like me..-A-Ah..~!!” Nagito gasped as you quickened your pace on his cock, your hand gently squeezing it softly. You clicked your tongue as you shook your head. “Now, if your gonna do that then I guess I should just…Oh I don’t know—stop?” You said sweetly. Nagito perked up when you said that, shaking his head. “N-No..! P-Please Y/n..please let me finish..I-I promise i’ll be good!” Nagito whined out. You smirked as you stroked his cock faster. Nagito gasped as he felt your pace get faster, a slight squelching noise came from the fast pace on his cock. He felt himself getting closer, he felt himself about to go into bliss as his orgasm made way.

But it all went down when he felt your hand remove itself. Nagito whimpered at the lost of orgasm, trying to thrust into your hand desperately. “Y-Y/n..? Wh-Why did you..?”

“Do what?” You asked innocently. “Are you belittling how I do things in this form of interaction?” You asked, giving him a side eye, Nagito’s breath hitched. “N-No..n-not at all..p-please allow me to release…please i’ll be good..” Nagito begged, tears prickling into the corners of his eyes. You snickered as you kissed his head. “Awww, my poor boy, you wanna release? You wanna be a good boy for me?” You cooed. Nagito nodded quickly and desperately.

You slowly wrapped your hand around his cock and his breath hitched once more. Quickly, you started back at the same exact pace. Fast. Nagito gasped as he threw his head back as he let out choked moans of pleasure from his throat.

“Y-Y/n..~!! Oh Y/n~!!!” Nagito moans out, feeling his legs shake. He could feel your look of love but also excitement as you watched as he broke. He didn’t mind at all. It turned him on so much to be your cute little plaything.

“Oh—Oh fuck..I-I-I’m gonna..! I’m gonna cum..~!” Nagito moaned out. He felt that pleasure and that knot in his stomach, he felt his mind going into a bliss.

“Come on, love.” You whispered into his ear. Despite him about to cum, he still made room for him to hear you. “Cum for me. Be a good boy and cum for me.” You cooed out.

As if it was on command, he let out one last moan as he came heavily. White pearl spurts of cum t out of his cock. Some got on your hand as you smirked. Nagito panted, letting out some jolts as you stroked his cock a few more times before pulling away. You kisses him softly. “You did so good for me, Nagito. I’m so proud of you.” You said with a smile. Nagito leaned into the crook of your neck, panting. He felt his heart warm up at your praise.

Maybe his luck isn’t all so bad.

#danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x you #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #oneshot #nagito x y/n #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda #dr nagito #bottom Nagito #sub nagito #danganronpa nagito #sdr2 nagito #nagito smut #nagito komeada x reader #Nagito Komaeda smut #[🍋]

[goddess-of-green]

Random ask, can we get the aftermath of the soup scene? Like, what would Nagito’s reaction be to finding out he humped his S/O’s thigh? Lmao. You don’t have to do this

please he would be devastated (i wrote a blurb this probably sucks idk i'm tired) word count: 281

Warnings: GN!Reader, extremely suggestive themes, use of pet names (darling, honey) (art creds: Zakiko)

"Please! Forgive me, my darling... How truly disgusting of me...to do something so despicable, and in your presence nonetheless! I understand if you never want to see my wretched, perverted face again..." Tears ran down Komaeda's face, but despite his words he clung to you with a vice grip.

Komaeda had always been like this, ever since you affirmed with him you didn't mind his touch. Even when he was convinced you hated him, he couldn't stop himself from seeking your comfort. The only way he would stop is if you told him to.

You didn't mind so much though, you wanted to be a pillar for him when he had his breakdowns. Even if they were about how much you must "hate" him.

You stroked his hair with one hand, and brought up the other to caress his cheek. Petting Komaeda was usually effective in calming him down.

"What do you mean, honey? I'll always stay with you, okay? It's absolutely not your fault what happened." You spoke softly, trying to get your words to sink in as Komaeda stared at you with teary eyes.

"And besides..." You leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I love your beautiful face, why wouldn't I want to see it?"

Komaeda sniffed, and you felt a stab of sympathy as fresh tears ran down his cheeks.

"Y...You're beautiful." He murmured, laying his head on your shoulder.

You tugged gently at the ends of his hair, happy that he at least wasn't self-deprecating anymore.

"We match then, huh?" You smiled, wrapping your arms around him.

Komaeda's lip quivered, and he hugged you. "I love you..."

"I love you too," You squeezed him, "Always."

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa 2 x reader #super danganronpa 2 x reader #danganronpa 3 x reader #dr x reader #sdr2 x reader #dr 2 x reader #dr3 x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #komaeda x reader #nagito nsft #komaeda nsft #nagito komaeda nsft #nagito komaeda smut #nagito smut #komaeda smut

[taking-a-cupcake]

DAY 1 —

public/semi public sex (gn!reader)

characters:

Diluc Ragnvindr, Yelan, Dazai Osamu, Yosano Akiko, Nagito Komaeda, Idate

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DILUC —

You feel the warmth of Diluc's body pressed against yours as you stand together in a bar. His hands are around your waist, and you can feel his breath on your neck. You can feel his heart beating against your chest as he pulls you closer.

He leans in, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. His words make you shiver with anticipation and you can feel your body responding to his touch. His fingertips travel slowly up and down your back, exploring and teasing. His lips brush against yours, sending sparks of electricity through your body.

His hands move to your hips, and he pulls you in closer. He kisses you deeply, with passion and intensity, and you can feel your body melting into his. His hands travel down your body, exploring and caressing. He takes his time, exploring every inch of you, and you can feel your body responding to his touch.

He moves his hands up to your neck, and slowly begins to kiss your neck. His lips move down your body, tasting and licking every inch of you. His hands move up to your nipples, and he caresses them, teasing and pleasuring you. His hands move to your inner thighs, and you can feel your body quiver with anticipation.

He continues to kiss and caress your body, sending waves of pleasure through you. You can feel yourself surrendering to the pleasure, and you can't help but moan in delight. Diluc continues to pleasure you, and you can feel yourself reaching your peak. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment, and you can feel the pleasure radiating through your body.

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YELAN —

You find yourself standing in the middle of the chasm with Yelan. You were breathing heavily as your eyes locked on each other. You can feel the heat radiating off her body as she moves closer to you.

She wraps her arms around you and pulls you close, her breath hot on your neck. You can feel her heart beating against your back as she begins to move her hips, pushing herself against you. She slides her hands down your body, cupping and exploring every inch of you.

Yelan takes the lead, her hands guiding you as she moves faster and faster. You can feel her body pressed tight against yours as she takes you from behind, her soft moans filling the air. You can feel her desire building as her movements become more and more intense.

The pleasure is overwhelming, and you can feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge. Yelan's grip tightens on your body as she thrusts harder and faster, pushing you over the edge. You feel yourself being swept away in a wave of pleasure as your orgasm takes over. You collapse against Yelan, both of you spent and satisfied.

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DAZAI —

You and Dazai were in the agency. Alone. He takes a step closer to you, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. You can feel his breath as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close. His lips press against your neck and you can't help but moan softly.

He pulls away, and you can see the desire in his eyes. He takes you by the hand and leads you to his desk. You can feel your heart pounding, as you turn and face him. His hands slide around your waist and you can feel the heat of his touch, sending shivers down your spine.

You can feel his body heat pressing against yours. His lips press against yours in a passionate kiss. His hands feverishly explore your body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He pulls away, and you can see the lust burning in his eyes. You take a step back, and he moves in front of you, pressing his body against yours. His hands slide down your body, and you can feel your breath beginning to come in short gasps.

You can feel his hands caressing your body as he lifts you up onto the desk. He pushes you down onto your back, and you can feel his body pressing against yours. His lips trail down your neck, and his hands begin to explore your body further.

He takes his time, and you can feel yourself becoming more and more aroused. He moves his hands up to cup your face, and his lips press against yours in a feverish kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, and you can feel your body melting into his.

You switch positions, and he moves behind you, pushing you onto the desk. You can feel his hands exploring your body, and you can feel your body trembling with pleasure. His hands move to your hips, and he pulls you closer, pushing himself deeper into you.

He moves his hands up your body, and you can feel yourself beginning to reach the edge. He moves his hands to your chest, and you can feel yourself trembling with pleasure. You can feel yourself reaching the peak, and you cry out in pleasure as your orgasm hits you.

You collapse onto the desk, and Dazai holds you close. His lips press against yours in a tender kiss.

-

YOSANO —

Your heart is racing as you enter Yosano's office. She looks at you, her eyes smoldering with a desire that matches your own. The door closes behind you, leaving you alone with Yosano. You can hear the sound of muffled voices from the other side of the door, but you pay them no mind. You can feel your skin warming with anticipation as Yosano moves closer to you.

She takes your hand in hers and leads you to the desk. You feel her breath on your neck as she whispers in your ear, telling you to stay quiet. You can feel your pulse quickening in response to her words.

Yosano moves her hands slowly over your body, exploring every inch of you as she goes. You can feel yourself growing hotter with each caress, and the sensation of her touch is driving you crazy. You can feel yourself trembling in her grasp, and you know that she can feel it too.

Yosano's hands move lower and lower, and as they do, your breathing grows more and more ragged. You can feel a wave of pleasure washing over your body as Yosano's fingers find their way to your inner places.

Your moans are muffled by Yosano's lips as she kisses you. You can feel her tongue exploring your mouth as her fingers explore your body. Every touch is electric, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Yosano's hands move faster, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You can feel yourself getting lost in the moment, and you know that you're not far from the edge. You try to stifle your moans, but Yosano's lips only press harder against yours, muffling the sound and pushing you even closer to the brink.

Finally, you let go. You can feel yourself trembling as waves of pleasure course through your body. You can hear the sound of your own voice, and you know that Yosano can too. You stay in this moment for as long as you can before finally collapsing in Yosano's arms.

You can feel her smiling against your neck as she holds you close.

-

NAGITO —

You feel your back press against the cold wall of the classroom as Nagito's strong arms wrap around your body. His hands travel up and down your body, exploring every inch and making you tremble with anticipation. His hot breath tickles the nape of your neck as he whispers words of lust yet degradation into your ear.

You feel his hands roam your body, caressing your skin and sending a wave of pleasure through you. His lips find yours and he kisses you passionately, muffling any sounds you make with his hand. His hands find your hips and he pins them against the wall as he takes you from behind.

He moves slowly at first, letting you feel every inch of him as he slides in and out of you. His hands reach around, nearing your chest, teasing your nipples and sending shivers down your spine. He starts to move faster, pushing deeper and deeper into you with each thrust. You gasp as pleasure builds up inside you and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Nagito whispers sweet words mixed with mean things into your ear as he continues ramming into you. His hands hold you tight and he takes you to heights of pleasure you never thought possible. You feel yourself reach the peak of pleasure and you let out a loud moan as you come undone in his arms.

Nagito holds you close as the pleasure slowly fades away. His arms wrap around you and he kisses you softly on the neck, whispering his love for you. You can't help but smile as you feel completely and utterly satisfied.

(WOW 🐈)

-

IDATE —

You feel his strong hands on your body as he manhandles you. You're powerless to resist his touch. You try to catch your breath as he pushes you to your knees, and you feel the cold ground beneath you, hard and unforgiving like ice.

He doesn't care if anyone else is around, and he takes full pleasure in this. His hands are strong and cruel as he pulls your hips closer to him, and you feel him pressing himself against you from behind. He takes pleasure in your suffering, and you can't help but cry out in pleasure as he thrusts himself hard and deep into you.

Idate takes his time, savoring every moment of your humiliation. He teases and taunts you as he takes you, and you can feel every inch of him as he pushes himself into you. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as he continues to thrust into you, and you can't help but let out a scream as you finally reach your climax.

He grunts his pleasure as he feels your body quivering beneath him, and he takes you one last time until he too is spent. You collapse onto the cold ground in a sweaty, satisfied mess, and he pulls away from you. As he stands up, you can feel his eyes on you.

ermm 😅😅

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[shslfanficreader]

Celeste was meant to be in the dom top row 😭

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[floraxxfauna]

⌜ropes, komaeda nagito⌟ waking up with a blindfold on and rope around your limbs there's not much choice ships ⎯⎯ komaeda nagito x fem!reader tropes ⎯⎯ yandere, unhealthy dynamics, bondage, masturbation, blindfolds, dubious consent

The bindings around your wrists did nothing to deter your protesting pulls against them. The rope burned your skin, raw to the touch and leaving tingles through your arms down to your core. Despite your opened eyes there was nothing before you. A black abyss created by the material around your eyes.

Where were you? The comfortable mattress beneath your back was familiar, you could feel the bundled pile of your comforter at the end, and a delicious smelling pillow laid under your head. Bed. You were in your bed.

You turned your head to where the window is, but no light protruded through the blindfold. Your nose ruffled on the pillow, you inhaled the scent as you tugged in the rope once more. The smell… it was familiar but it was not yours. It smelt salty with fresh pine. Almost like that of an earthy cologne.

Faint grunts left you as you pulled further on the rope, your legs flailing at the edge of the mattress in your frustration. Nothing. The knots were far too tight. Who did it? You had been sure you’d locked your door the previous night.

But, clearly, you were wrong. Your ears prickled at the soft moan around you. It wasn’t completely close by, certainly not near your bed, but the noise had come from your cabin. You lifted your head and attempted to sit up, though the far looser restrains on your feet made it difficult. It left you half up in the air with a surely confused and scared expression.

You dug your nails into your palm as you grit your teeth. The rope seemed to be connected; you pushed your left arm forward to test the theory, only for the right to be pulled back. Was it around your bed frame? You never focused on its design, the island had too many other factors to admire, but you could recall the two edge posts.

Which only made you sigh. Those posts just had to be connected to the top of the bed, where the curtains were. You wouldn’t be able to lift the rope from it.

Another moan, only it was a bit louder. You heard rustling as the next noise grew muffled. Someone was definitely there. Watching you. What were they waiting for? Did they enjoy watching their prey struggle? At least your death would be somewhat unique…

You titled your face down to your shoulder, the same cologne smell was around the material of your clothing. Your mind ticked, was it your clothes? The last you can recall you were in shorts and a bra, not the overly large top you could feel bunched at your waist. You pushed your thighs together to feel for more material, but your crotch was entirely bare.

Did the sick pervert change you? Was that why they were moaning?

Your name. You heard it though it was barely whispered through the air. A whimper followed the call and you angrily tugged on the restraints keeping you tied to your bed. More rustling occurred, and the slightly wet noise startled you in your place. “Who the fuck are you?”

There was no answer, you weren’t expecting one to occur anyways. Instead, the person simply moaned again, but made no attempt at keeping it silent. Deep and throaty. That was the only way to describe it. The raw noise had sweat build on your neck as you attempted to look around the room to stare the stranger down through your blindfold.

Sloppy noises echoed in your silence. If you had been able to see, you were sure that the person in your cabin was touching themself. Despicable. Their moans grew louder as the movements sounded as through they matched the rhythm. Fast. Desperate. You continued to struggle on your bed to try and break free: hopefully the rope was breaking as it rubbed against the frame.

You had to get free. It was one thing to die when you had been warned of it weeks beforehand — but you would rather not get someone to orgasm over it. You could hear them get more excited the more you struggled, your name followed with giggles and whimpers only made your skin tingle.

The smell of cologne was so familiar. You knew you had smelt it before. Just as you had heard the voice before. You kicked against the comforter and rubbed your thighs together — Nagito had always caused your self respect to disappear.

His attention had always made your heart flip. Even as his eyes danced with madness and he chuckled over planning his own death: you always fell victim to the song he would sing. Your morals had always been strong, steadfast, but just the idea of Nagito enjoying something you would soon follow.

If it was Nagito watching you now, if he was the one who tied you to your bed and was touching himself to your attempts at escape… you were already feeling the temptation lick at your skin. Did he like seeing you like this? You attempted to adjust yourself so that your legs pointed toward where he would be, spreading them so he would be able to see your bare cunt.

He wouldn’t kill you. He never intended to kill anyone! Nagito was more a danger to himself and everyone’s sanity. You knew that yours had fallen victim long ago. “Did you put me in your shirt?” He was a tall man, one who wore clothing that was about ten sizes too large, and he had once joked that you would be able to fit into his hoodie. Your eyes rolled back at the idea of his shirt on your skin, how your body would drown in the material.

You leaned your head back onto the pillow and arched your back — it must mean that it was his pillow that you laid on. Does that mean he knew where yours went? It had gone missing during dinner. Did he steal it? You whimpered softly into the room, your eyes rolling back, did he touch himself with it?

Did Nagito ride the pillow while imaging it was you? You hoped so. His moans had stopped but you could hear the slow movements of his hand. Had you surprised him? Was he proud? You dangled your fingers around the rope on your wrists, pulling it as you rubbed your thighs together.

You needed friction. Wet slick stuck to your inner thighs as your mind lost itself in the fantasies. You could hear footsteps on the canon floor, each step light despite the purpose they held. Was he leaving? You didn’t care if Nagito had you tied up, but you couldn’t have him leaving you! Your lips wobbled, but the fear disappeared as the blindfold was pulled from your face.

It took a moment to adjust to the soft lighting around you. Candles. Lots of candles all lit around your room as the night sky glowed through your window. The curtains on the canopy were tied back, you could briefly see the petals of roses along the floor.

But, most importantly of all, you saw Nagito. His eyes were just as dizzy as they always were, but he had them wide as he stared down at you. His lips were pursed, did he want to kiss you? Could he? You needed to feel the touch of him against you. His overly large hoodie slipped from his shoulders and you whimpered at the defined collarbone it showed.

He wasn’t wearing anything else. You stole a glance at the shirt you wore, the same one he had been wearing just earlier that night. Your hips rolled into the air as you moaned for him, wrists pulling on the rope. “Beautiful,” he finally spoke and you felt as though you had began glowing under his praise.

A bony finger slid down your cheek and you leaned into the touch with soft eyes. It was all him. Everything you needed in life was him. You felt his erection in your thigh as he leaned over you, warm precum pooling down your skin. Was it salty? You needed to taste.

“Nagito,” you whispered it to him without breaking eye contact. He seemed surprised at first, before the handsome smile you adored blessed his sunken face. His long hair seemed more wild than earlier, you went to play with it only for the rope to pull your hands back down, “need you.”

Was he happy you weren’t upset? Please say he was. You needed him to be proud of you. His fingers danced to your lips and you sucked without a moments notice. Salty goodness bloomed on your tongue and you happily moaned around his fingers.

“The trust you have in someone as worthless as me,” he laughed to himself with that wicked grin you adored. How could it scare people? The passion behind it had always seduced you more than anything else, “I do not deserve to touch someone so beautiful.”

You pushed your chest up to him as his other hand cupped your cunt. Already, you made a squelch just from the soft tap. “Yours,” you mumbled it around his fingers but Nagito understood you regardless, you knew it as his eyes softened. The rope burn around your wrists was nothing but sweet pain you craved more of.

It would make the perfect reminder of your first night with the man you worshiped.

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[chihirolovebot]

steady (going nowhere).

feat. nagito komaeda/reader

synopsis. you're a reserve-course student with a charged relationship with nagito komaeda. he has just acquired the key to a love hotel.

content. smut, MDNI, afab!reader, nagito and reader are kinda enemies/rivals, nagito is kind of a dick, he fantasises about killing you briefly, allusions to strangling, reserve course!reader, light angst, fingering (f!recieving), handjobs, kissing, love hotels, no real d/s dynamics, pet names (honey, sweetheart).

word count. 3.1k

notes. thank u for commissioning this!! ur an absolute angel and i really hope this was what you wanted (also i went a lot over the word bracket but shhh its okay more komaeda) <3

commission me or leave a tip here!

Nagito isn't totally sure what he's doing.

Contrary to what a lot of people think, this is not a regular occurrence, either. It's not often he finds himself in a position where he's unsure what to expect next. But here, legs folded on his bed and turning the small key over in his fingers thoughtfully, there's a pit of uncertainty yawning open in his stomach.

It's an unassuming thing, this little key that had rolled out of the strange vending machine at school. Gilt-gold and bejewelled with some pink, sparkly stone at the ornate-heart hilt. Attached to it had been a tag of paper that read in swirly writing — "a key for the hotel of love, where all your deepest fantasies will come true!"

According to the tag, all he had to do was place the key beneath his pillow, and he would be visited by someone he knew during the night. The wording was vague, leaving him wondering whether it would be a dream or... something more than a dream, and less than reality. His cheeks warm—does such a thing exist?

He shouldn't really be considering it, after all. From the sounds of it, there's no telling who exactly will visit you in this state of unreality. What if, heaven forbid, it was one of his classmates? He'd never be able to look them in the eye again. He already feels guilty for inflicting his presence upon them in real time, let alone if he began foisting himself upon them in their dreams—where, precisely, would be the escape then?

Nagito flops back on his large bed with a sigh. The sheets are cold and ironed beneath him, freshly-tucked with the new week begun. They smell clinical, like carbolic soap and lavender fabric softener. His beds have always been too big for him, but when he was a child he used to curl up between his parents. He hasn't had anybody to share warmth with since they died, of course—the closest he'd gotten was Nanami falling asleep on his shoulder once during class. He'd frozen so still he barely had room to breathe.

He finds, somehow, that the key had wriggled beneath his pillow without his knowledge. Deliberately not thinking about his, Nagito switches off the light, rolls over and shuts his eyes.

It's probably just a weird gimmick, anyway, not meant to be taken seriously. He won't be surprised if the thing doesn't work at all.

The first thing he realises upon waking is that he isn't awake.

It's like blinking very slowly, watching the world come back into focus when your eyes peel open again. The room he finds himself in in circular. There's plush, pale carpet beneath his feet studded with rosy rugs, and in the center of the room, a lavish bed tossed with red silk sheets, shrouded by gauzy curtains. Lights from the intricate chandelier overhead throw the room into soft, burnished relief, makes the edges of everything round and soft. Nagito believes, intrinsically, that nothing in this room could ever hurt him.

Not even you.

Because, ah, he registers with mild shock, you are here too, blending into the soft pink shimmering background as though you're part of it, as though you came with it. For a moment, the two of you stare at each other; his shock is not registered in your features. Rather, you stand blank, unaffected, like you're waiting for him to mould you in some way.

Nagito's lip curls in disgust. Ah... here is the turnaround, the losing side of the coin toss. Here is his luck spinning back around to knock his lights out, because of course it would be you that decides to waste his time in this place. You, the insipid Reserve Course student with the big eyes and easy smile. You, who thinks themself not only worthy of breathing the same air as the Ultimates, but have inflated your ego with such staggering arrogance that you actually think you're worthy of befriending them. He's seen you, waiting after class for Nanami so the two of you can walk to get boba together, or playing mahjong with Nevermind and Tanaka, or chatting idly to Tsumiki as she bandages a grazed knee for you.

You're like a clingy insect, sinking your fingers into the kind of people you could never hope to be. Nagito has no clue how you deign yourself a worthy sight to taint their eyes, but he knows he gets a sour taste in his mouth when he walks across the ground and sees you talking with any of his classmates.

And now here you are. Come to mock him even in dreams.

"Reserve course," he sneers. "I didn't expect to see you here..."

You blink; all at once, something light and free fills your face. You look so pleased to see him that it actually takes Nagito aback for a moment; your general expression when you catch his eye is one of general distaste, like you've just smelled something unpleasant.

"That old chestnut?" you tease with a short laugh that sounds like bells. "C'mon, I thought we'd outgrown that by now."

Nagito's eyebrows knit together. "Outgrown...?"

Ah. He'd forgotten—this was supposed to be your fantasy, wasn't it? The key had said he was supposed to play along...hm. If he played his cards right, he'd have you pretty vulnerable here. Totally immersed in your pathetic little fantasy.

If you died in this fantasy, would you die in real life? A cold thrill works its way down Nagito's spine at the notion. He could finally rid Class 77 of the fly on the wall. It's not like he hasn't thought about it before—but that had only been fleeting, vicious instinct. This could be real. Or at least... as close to the real thing as he'd ever get.

How could he do it? Nagito's fingers flex, his mind spinning with sudden possibility. There are ropes in one corner of the room—he could pretty easily strangle you with those. Or he could do it with his bare hands, feel the birdbones of your neck crack between the pressure of his fingers...

"Nagito?" Your voice breaks through his reverie, timid and concerned. When he blinks and looks at you, you're staring at him very tenderly. He cannot even remember the last time anybody looked at him like that; it makes him feel like an ant beneath a microscope. "Hey... is everything okay?"

His heart hammers. He should play along, he thinks, before he makes his move. He hikes a plastic smile onto his face. "Of course! Why wouldn't it be?"

You tilt your head. "C'mon, I know you better than that... don't think you can fool me with a fake smile, now."

Nagito's expression slips in shock. "Huh?"

"Look," you sigh. "I know our rivalry when we were in school was, well, a lot, sometimes. But I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me stuff that's bothering you, you know? I mean, I want to hear it! That's... why I married you, after all."

Nagito feels his stomach drop. Ah. Now that he thinks about it, he's sort of... totally unprepared for this. As his speechless silence only stretches on, you approached closer to him. It's so unnerving seeing your face so open and tender to him; the burnished lights of the love hotel make your features soft and blushed, illuminating you from the inside out with rosy light.

He flinches when your hands come up, slowly like you're giving him time to pull away. When they come to rest on his face, holding him like he's something precious, he's frozen.

"Honey?" you murmur, and the pet name catches on something deep and dark inside his stomach. He stares at you, eyes round as coins. "Talk to me."

Play along, Nagito tells himself weakly. "I..." He swallows thickly. "You're right. Something is bothering me."

"I thought so." He fights the instinct to flinch when you press a soft kiss to his forehead. This much attention on him is making him feel dizzy; it's almost enough to make him forget that it's you affording it to him. "What is it? You know you can tell me anything..."

"I suppose..." He licks his suddenly dry lips. You're far, far too close. He's never been so close to you, not even when he was teasing you. You smell like coconut bodywash and spearmint gum. Your eyes are... huh. He's never noticed their colour, actually. They're alive, flickering in the roselight, shining with care and concern and—and—

Nagito's stomach flips. Oh.

He knows what love looks like, even if only second-hand; he remembers seeing it in the way his parents looked at each other, and him, too. He sees it in random couples in the street. He even sees it in some of his classmates, the ones who think they are subtle (Tanaka and Saionji, particularly), and the ones who are not (Souda comes to mind).

That's what it is, plain as day, shining openly out of your face. Nagito's own burns.

"I—I'm just exhausted, I think," he manages to dredge up when it becomes clear you're still waiting on a response. "There's been... so much on my mind recently, that's all."

Not exactly a lie.

"Oh, sweetheart..." you sigh. "I always tell you you're thinking too much, don't I?"

"Yes," he answers immediately, because that, at least, is very much true.

You give a soft chuckle as opposed to the ordinary eyeroll you would afford him. And then something in your face changes; maybe your eyes droop a little, or your smile turns a little sharper.

"Well..." you pose, and yes, your voice is a shade deeper too, rolling from you like hot honey. Nagito's mouth is suddenly dry. "I don't mind taking your mind off it, while we have time."

"T-take—" Dammit, why is he stammering? He's never lost control of his tongue around you. He notices your hands have moved; one encircles the back of his neck, raising goosebumps in its path, and the other has dropped to clench around his upper arm.

You smile, and lean in to kiss him.

Nagito only has about a half-second to panic before your lips capture his in a slow cling. It's—Nagito gets the feeling, distantly, that he should be more disgusted right now. Yesterday, the thought of you so close, touching him to intimately would have sent his stomach turning. But here, in this soft warm trance that is not quite reality, all he feels is the soft muscle of your lips tracing against his, and the warmth of your body pressed close and firm to his.

It's... nice.

"Here," you murmur, pulling back, and your voice is like a hook through Nagito's ribs and he follows, mindless, as you walk the two of you backwards in a tight tangle of limbs, his leg getting lost between yours, your arms snaking over him. You encroach on his space until he's shoved against one of the posts of the bed, wood biting into his spine, and it's so much he can't breathe.

"Wait," he cries into the void as soon as you pull back for air. "Wait, wait, wait..."

He realises he didn't have to say it more than once; you backed off the second he opened his mouth.

Concern trenches your features. Nagito swallows, hard. He can taste aloe vera lipbalm on his mouth.

He should stop this now.

He should just leave.

Let it stay a dream.

Your brows cinch. "No?"

Nagito trembles. Then—

"Yes," he breathes. "Please."

Whatever waver had taken root in your expression clears, and you jump at him with renewed vigour, kissing him harder. It's lips for only a few harsh impatient seconds before there's tongue and teeth and there's breathing, somehow, but all Nagito tastes is you. You shove him back the mattress digs into the sensitive backs of his knees and he buckles, sprawls out amongst the satin sheets and rosepetals.

You stand over him, chest heaving, and Nagito takes a moment to realign his thoughts and take it all in. It's you standing over him, eyes wide and sparkling with reverence.

(Your view is quite lovely too. Nagito peers up at you like a deer in headlights, papery skin flushed scarlet, hair mussed, more colour in his lips as he licks them nervously than you've ever seen. The neckline of his shirt droops, exposing jutting ivory collarbones you want to sink your teeth into).

You kneel over him, take a moment before sliding one hand beneath his shirt, palm flat, fingers spread wide as though you're trying to feel as much of him as possible. This one skimming touch is still enough to make Nagito gasp, and you feel the hitch of his stomach as his breath catches, the uneven rising and fall.

"So pretty," you breathe, so much love in your eyes it looks like it's about to spill over. Nagito can't breathe. "Off, okay?"

Nagito pulls his shirt over his head with shaking fingers, sees his pale torso shine into being in the soft light. But—it's the strangest thing—he doesn't feel as if he needs to hide, not for a second, not when you look at him like that.

You lean forward, lips skimming over the plane of his stomach and chest before they find home on his sternum, where you plant a kiss. Nagito squirms, propped up on his elbows, watching your ministrations. You move up, graze your teeth along the bone of his collar before closing your mouth over the jut and sucking gently, the barest flash of your tongue circling the flesh between your teeth, and Nagito arches up to the foreign sensation with a cry.

The throbbing between his legs is starting to pollute his thoughts, he thinks, because it suddenly seems insane that he is not touching you, that you are doing all the work. For a moment, Nagito forgets. He forgets that you're Reserve Course, that he brought you here to kill you, all he knows is that you love him here, now, and you're beautiful and it isn't right you should be toiling over him whilst he lies here, helpless.

Noting as he swallows that his throat has gone completely dry, Nagito drags a shaky hand up one of your legs. You hum against his skin, so he takes it as a sign to continue. The warm plane of your thigh seems to go on agonisingly forever before the pads of his fingers graze over the band of your underwear. Nagito's heart shoots to his throat.

You lean up, eyes sparkling as you watch his hot face. "What?" you laugh. "Nothing you haven't seen before, is it?"

And you take his hand in yours and move it.

Nagito gapes at where his fingers now rest just inches away from... his face burns. It is easier when you stop looking at him, when you return to adorning his chest and neck with your mouth to slip inside the thin cotton barrier and search blindly.

You're warm, inside, soft and wet and Nagito's teeth sink into his bottom lip in an effort to keep from whimpering. He drags his shaking fingers down, then up then down again until your thighs seize over him, clamping his hipbones between your legs as Nagito circles a spot that has your breath stuttering against his neck.

"A-ah, Nagito..." Your legs inch apart, just a bit wider. "There, please, keep—a little higher, j-just—oh, that's it, fuck, that's it, there—!"

Attuned to the soft slips of breath and garbled words that spill from your mouth, Nagito does as you instruct, so focused he doesn't even realise you're shucking off his belt until his hears the click and feels the zipper of his trousers open.

His hand freezes. You're not... no way. Surely you're not going to...

Your hand curls round him and Nagito forgets to breathe. "Is it okay?"

Nagito groans, a strangled affirmation as you start slow—and a few moments later when you pick up the pace, he groans again, this one pitching up 'till his voice cracks, and his body shudders, sinking back into the mattress.

He only remembers his hand inside your underwear when you give a subtle jerk of your hips, and he remembers with a start what he was in the middle of before you distracted him. Hurriedly, he tries to return to task, drags his fingers through the wetness before experimentally sliding one inside. He wishes he could swallow the answering moan that shivers out of your mouth, but he's hardly got room to do anything when your fist clenches tighter over him in response to the simulation, a sudden roughness that has him choking, "A-ah-hah!"

"Sorry," you gasp, "sorry, sorry," and you loosen your grip but go even faster, wrist twisting and it's so good, it's so warm and close and strange being this close to someone, being this close to you, and your eyes burn right through him and Nagito knows this is a dream because oh, nobody could ever really look at him with so much love, nobody could really stand to touch him for so long, so intimately without wanting to wash their hands.

Nobody—

"Don't get in your head," you mutter through wavering breaths. "You're here, with me, okay?"

"Okay," Nagito chokes, curling his fingers.

"Ah!" you wail, hips stuttering, thighs trembling on either side of him, "Nagito, I'm close, I—"

"I've got you," the words slip out his mouth without meaning, but he does mean it, and one finger becomes two and they curl inside you, his thumb arching to circle the spot that renders you speechless, all squinched-shut eyes and silent scream. Nagito finds a hot pressure building in the pit of his own stomach, his hips chasing your moving fist, and he thinks—

You lean down and crash your mouths together, hurried, frantic, teeth scraping over lips, tongues running over each other, and you choke a frantic moan into his mouth as you finish, clenching around him, and Nagito is only a few seconds behind, soaking your hand and the plane of his stomach.

Your lips detach. Nagito finds he has teared up a little, but your thumb come, shaky, to brush any wetness away. You lay a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"I love you," you say, needlessly. Nagito can feel it. It's everywhere. You're everywhere.

Tiredness pulls his body into sweet, heavy darkness before he can respond.

When he wakes, he is alone. The events are already slipping away from him, like how one loses a vivid dream, but as he slowly sits up and pulls a pillow to his stomach as if to cushion the sudden, crushing loneliness that has accumulated there, he finds there are dried tear tracks on his cheeks.

#🗞; writing tag. #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa smut #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda smut #komaeda x reader #komaeda smut #nagito x reader #nagito smut #vee after dark.

[izurusstuff]

wishing all nagito komaeda smut writers a very nice day and pleasant evening <3

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[raitonsfw]

A penny for your thoughts on reader using a fleshlight on sub nagito? ;)

sure sureee, as i laugh diabolically.

18+ mdni.

i think nagito's kinda sensitive so once the fleshlight engulfs his cock, he practically writhes in your arms.

you'd have him pinned to your chest, his legs sprawled out on the bed and his head would be tilted back against your shoulder while you coat the fleshlight with lube. his eyes would watch your every move, sometimes flickering up to your face.

and of course you'd glance back down at him with a small smile before slicking his cock against the cool material of the fleshlight. it matched quite well with his skin, pale and flushed and as you sunk it down onto him, his hips would buck straight into it with a whiney moan.

you'd watch as his hands grasp for the toy, lithe fingers wrapping around your hand and his face would bury into your neck, his breathing fanning over your skin. when he bottomed out within the toy, his entire body jolted against you.

moving the toy upwards, his breath hitched and his grip tightened on your hand. it was like he was trying to do it himself, he was sooo needy. quiet whimpers would fall from his lips as you started to fuck the toy down onto him and he met it with desperate thrusts.

"faster please..."

"j-just like that y/n– thank you."

his entire body would tremble against you and his other hand- his left would reach towards your hair, feathering into it. it made your view that much better, his chest rising and falling with each intoxicating thrust into the toy and his hips stuttered, his feet planted firmly on the mattress.

his cock rocked into it so fucking willingly too, like it was his last hope– his release bubbling towards the surface and you could see just how sticky the fleshlight had gotten just from his precum.

"'m so close– don't stop..."

"rightthererightthere... c-cumming–!"

and as he came, the entire toy would be soaked– his cock completely soaked with his own cum as he kept thrusting inside it. his back had arched into his orgasm and you rubbed circles against his thigh as he came down. you slicked his hair back to kiss at his temple with simple praises, uttering them against his skin softly.

a/n: hope you enjoyed, always a pleasure to write nagito and sex toys hehe.

#𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 ◈ #𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 ☾ #danganronpa smut #danganronpa x you #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa komaeda #danganronpa nagito #nagito smut #nagito x y/n #nagito x reader #nagito x you #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda smut #𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 ✰

[katshours]

Insatiable

nagito x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, possessive tendencies, mastrubating, kinda ooc Nagito??

a/n: I have so many ideas for Nagito lol, I’ll try writing about other characters soon enough.

Nagito’s chest heaved as he breathed heavily, his forehead resting on the cool shower wall. He gulped as he looked down at the way his hand was wrapped around his cock. His pale red tip leaking pre-cum as his hand moved up and down his shaft at a slow agonizing pace. It was as if he liked to tease himself, rubbing his fingers ever so slightly against his sensitive tip. He shivered at the feeling, biting down on his bottom lip.

He closed his eyes as he started to move his hand faster, tightening his grip around his cock as he imagined it was you, your pussy squeezing down on him. Your touch was engraved in his skin, making it burn. The different ways you would touch him, look up at him, speak to him, it all made him fucking crazy. The way you tasted even. You would say his name as if it was honey dripping off your tongue and it only added on to his burning desire for you.

He couldn’t let anyone have you. Not after everything you’ve shown him. He just couldn’t fathom the idea of others getting their hands on you, hell, he didn’t even want anyone to look at you. It made him sick to his stomach just imagining you in someone else’s presence.

He let out a loud groan as he felt his balls tighten, his thighs starting to contract. The feeling of tingles going up his spine as his mouth hanged open. He was so, so close. He stroked himself faster, his breaths getting shorter and shorter and just when he was beginning to see stars under his eyelids—

“Nagito? Where are you? I brought you some food so I hope you have an appetite~”

…

Needless to say, he sure did have an appetite as soon as he heard your sweet voice, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist and striding over to you, not caring if he wet the floor with water. He didn’t even give you the time to react before he bent you over the couch, pressing his front against your rear as he leaned over your figure, nibbling your ear as he spoke.

“The one I have is insatiable for you…and it’s all your fault. Might as well tell your little friends to not even try to come look for you.”

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[sleep-0-deprived]

Can you write a Nagito x reader smut, preferably bottom reader

Unexpected

Ofc I can and I hope you enjoy it ;)

Female aligned Dni 18+ only blog NSFW below

Something that came as a shock to you was the fact Nagito was a top because every body always assumed him to be the bottom in the relationship but boy they couldn’t have been more wrong.

So here you are with your ass in the air and a slender hand on your waist “c’mon I know you can take it baby” Nagito praised as he took a vibrator and pressed it further against your prostate “I can’t I just want to cum~” you whined in a needy voice but was suddenly interrupted by Nagito stroking your dick in rhythm with the harsh vibrations assaulting your prostate over and over again “your doing so well just hold out a little longer baby” Nagito cooed with bitter sweet encouragement “I’m so close~” you moaned as Nagito turned the vibrator on high and took his fingers pressing the vibrator dead in your prostate “that’s it cum for me baby” the white haired man spoke as he stroked you dick faster “I’m cumming~” you screamed as white strings of cum shot from your dick and only dirtying the fresh sheets.

“on your back now” Nagito demanded, taking his hands off your body, you hurriedly turn over on your back and watch Nagito trace his hands all over your body and only stopping at your perky nipples “hah~” you groan at the sensitive pleasure “god your so sensitive and beautiful” Nagito praises while taking his mouth and littering your neck and chest with bite marks only to come back up and pull you in to a deep kiss. You feel Nagito’s tongue against yours as he takes his hands off your nipples and raps them around your waist and grinding your bare body against his for the friction.

Nagito pulls away only to let you breath “gah~” you gasp needing more air. Soon Nagito breaks the string of saliva connecting the two of your mouths by tracing his tong across your already sensitive nipples “fuuck~” you groan feeling nagito grab your dick with his free hand and rub the tip and start stroking it while never letting his mouth and other hand leave your nipples “please please more~” you beg in a desperate voice “anything you want baby boy” Nagito groans while still sucking on your nipples and stroking your dick. Soon Nagito retracts his mouth and hand from your nipples, letting the cold air hit your swollen nipples but wasting no time at putting his mouth on your dick and gripping your thighs while slowly sucking you off.

“Ngh ah fuck just like that~” you moan out loudly as nagito sucks faster as he stares you in the eyes and you buck your hips into his mouth, “I’m so close Nagit~” you were cut off as a wave of pleasure hit you. You cum in Nagito’s mouth as he sucks every drop of cum, soon milking you completely dry “you tasted amazing baby boy~” Nagito purred with his signature smirk “now face down ass up” Nagito said with a storm voice. You quickly get in position feeling nagito push two fingers into you hole and slowly prep you “so good~” you groan, backing your hips in to Nagito’s fingers “it seems like your prepped enough already” Nagito remarked and pulled his fingers out, only to be soon replaced with his dick.

Before you could say anything Nagito bottomed out into you “god you feel so good baby~” Nagito groaned as he pulled out as slammed back in “oh god fuck faster~” you scream out in desperation and pleasure, soon Nagito picks up the pace gripping your hips and relentlessly slamming into you until you can’t think strait “your such a good boy y/n fuck~” the white haired man groaned in you ear as he continued to pound your ass with one hand around your waist, gripping hard enough for marks to be left behind after and the other hand stroking your oversimulated cock as it weeps between your legs and drip with precum.

Nagito picks up the pace, railing into your prostate and fucking you so hard your stomach bulges and you grip the sheets, your eyes rolled back and your mouth hanging opens with saliva all over the sheets “I’m hahngh closee~” you moan out inaudibly as Nagito fucks you at a inhuman pace “I’m close to baby, just wait a little longer~” the bigger male moaned out as he started fucking you rougher feeling like he is rearranging your guts.

“I’m cumming~” you scream feeling your third climax hit the hardest, with a few more thrusts Nagito came with his cum filling you to the brim with his hot seed. Soon you and Nagito comes down from your high and Nagito speaks up “I almost forgot” the man said while opening the nightstand and pulling a black but plug out “so you don’t waist any” Nagito said with a sly grin as he inserted the plung into you “im tired baby” you whined after Nagito put the plug in, soon you and the white haired male roll over, your head resting on his chest “I love you Nagito” you speak half asleep “I love you too y/n” Nagito spoke as he kissed your forehead and ran his hand through your hair until you both fell asleep.

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[goddess-of-green]

hello!! i saw requests were open and sprinted here. could i request the dr3 aphrodisiac soup scene where the reader didn’t eat the soup and now has to take care of/deal with an overly clingy, no filter, horny komaeda? thank you!

OMG I LOVE THIS ANON I AM GONNA KISS YOU MWAH

This is the first time I've had genuine inspiration in a while

(I had a lot of fun writing this)

Warnings: GN!Reader, NSFW, brief MENTION of somnophilia, there's no sex or anything but this is more than suggestive enough for me tag NSFW, nevermind there's dry humping and Komaeda cums in his pants

You sighed, hardly able to believe what was happening.

Out of dumb luck, you'd been able to narrowly avoid the aphrodisiacs that Saionji slipped into Hanamura's soup. You just hadn't been hungry, and despite Hanamura's offense, you denied having a plate.

Which you were now very thankful for, as your entire class looked incredibly...horny.

Someone in particular, was giving you quite the trouble.

Your luckster boyfriend had his arms wrapped around you, leaning against you as he breathed heavily.

With his trembling frame leaning on you for support, you couldn't help but wonder if it was Komaeda's luck that kept you safe from the soup. You felt bad thinking about what would happen if he had no one to help him at a time like this.

You felt even worse for Komaeda as you heard his labored breathing, and stroked a hand through his sweaty hair. His collared shirt was unbuttoned and his tie was loose to expose his collar bones as sweat dripped down his neck.

"Y/NN..." He drug out the last syllable of your name. "I know- I know I don't deserve it...but please let me- hah," He took a moment to breathe. "Let me have a taste of your hope..." He whispered pathetically.

He was putting pretty much all his weight on you at this point, having trouble supporting himself.

A quick glance down at the defined bulge in his pants was more than enough to clue you in on his meaning, and you sighed at his lack of tact. You supposed you couldn't blame him, though. If you were in his position you probably would have jumped his bones by now.

"Hey, don't talk like that, honey." You answered lowly, wiping the sweat from his face and cupping his warm cheeks. He looked at you reverently, still breathing heavily as he awaited your response.

"You deserve the world." You kissed the corner of his mouth, then regretted the action as it was probably teasing to him in this state. "But you're intoxicated at the moment. I'm not going to do anything without your express consent." You told him gently, and he frowned.

"Oh, please..." He leaned to rest his forehead against your collar bone. "I'll always consent to your heavenly hands upon my body. Not that a nobody like me is deserving of telling a graceful harbinger of hope like you, 'no' in the first place. Even despite my feelings, my autonomy is yours. It always has been." He spoke into your shirt, and his eyes started to tear up.

Wow...that was kind of profound.

"So please...I beg of you...grant me your touch." He whined.

Nevermind.

You sighed, hugging Komaeda and putting a hand on the back of his head. You couldn't help but be sympathetic to his predicament.

But even still, there's no way you'd touch him or let him touch you inappropriately while he was in a state like this...especially not in direct view of all your classmates; whether they were drugged too or not.

You didn't doubt that Komaeda really did mean what he'd said. He probably wouldn't care if you tried to fuck him in his sleep for crying out loud. But it didn't matter if you thought he would consent. You needed his actual, verbal consent. And he couldn't give it to you when he was like this. He wasn't thinking straight.

"Mmmn." Komaeda let out a sound against your chest, which was either a whine of arousal or a grunt of discomfort.

You didn't doubt that Komaeda really did mean what he'd said. He probably wouldn't care if you tried to fuck him in his sleep for crying out loud. But it didn't matter if you thought he would consent. You needed his actual, verbal consent. And he couldn't give it to you when he was like this. He wasn't thinking straight.

Both, more than likely.

Despite his momentary rest against your chest, Komaeda wasn't able to sit still for long; he was so hard it hurt. And the involuntary twitching of his hips quickly led to more.

You gasped as Komaeda shifted closer to you, rubbing himself against your thigh. You simply looked at his red face for a moment in disbelief, but he didn't seem intent on stopping. Not caring at all that you were surrounded by your classmates, he humped your leg with increasing urgency as he chased an orgasm.

"K-Komaeda!" You whisper-shouted, not wanting to turn heads. "C-C'mon! Get a hold of yourself...!" You blushed furiously.

"Aghh...h-hah, my hope..." Komaeda moaned, but he slowed down to a more...hesitant grind against you.

With another call of his name, he stopped. Though he looked more aroused than ever. "Ahh...please my hope... I'm sorry... A-At least s-sit in my lap...? Please..." He was begging at this point, and he seemed too ashamed by his behavior to look at you, having his face buried in your neck.

You frowned, eyeing his shaking and sweaty form. There was no way he could support your weight on top of him right now. He could hardly even hold himself up.

"Ko..." You brushed a hand through his hair. "C'mon...can you try to calm down?"

He whimpered, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself about as close to you as he could. "Can you...say it again? Oh...please." He panted into your hair.

"Huh?" You blinked. "...Ko?"

He gasped, rubbing himself against you again as the nickname left your lips.

The deep grind into your side caught you off guard. "Ah, Ko!" You said it again by accident, taken by surprise. "Wh-What are you doing?"

It was a dumb question, you knew exactly what he was doing--but you didn't know what else to say.

Komaeda whimpered, gripping you tightly and shaking violently against you as he came. You could feel him twitching through his thin uniform pants, and it didn't help that he was groaning directly into your ear.

Damn it...you were kind of in the mood now.

Determined to keep your composure, you determined it would be smartest to just let Komaeda finish, instead of shoving him off you.

With his last few slow grinds, he finished creaming his pants, and you put your hands on his shoulders.

"Hey, are you okay? Ko...?" You asked, only to realize that he was passed out.

Quickly turning to look at the rest of the class, nervous that anyone had seen or heard Komaeda literally cumming, you found that most of the others were passed out too.

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[lucieviere]

ANIMAL JAMMMMMMMMMM

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[writer-komaru]

₊˚ᜊ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ᜊ˚₊ Devil’s Playmate ✦.˚ ; • . ★⋆’. °࿐࿔

✧Rating: Smut (exhibitionism + tons of dirty talk + face sitting + Fem/Afab!Reader)

✧Characters: Nagito

✧Word Count: 4.3k

✧Summary: It all starts with you accepting an innocent cup of hibiscus tea from your lovely but troublesome servant Nagito, the same kind of tea you’re given every morning. As you continue about your day with him at your side, you begin to feel a bit off. This weird feeling has driven itself under the expanse of your delicate skin, leaving it heated and flustered. But a lady like you had no time to entertain silly urges like lust. Little did you know the faithful servant you always keep by your side is growing more and more concerned for you. Don’t be surprised if he decides to take matters into his own hands to relieve that desire burning oh so painfully between your thighs. As you fall into his carefully laid out trap, you realize just who’s the servant after all.

It all began on a quite unremarkable morning. You rest comfortably upon your plush velvet armchair while reading a book dressed in a faded red cover. You flip through a few of the aged manila pages before snapping the book shut, unamused at the little waiting game you’ve been forced to participate in.

“He’s late,” you remark out loud.

It was ten minutes past the eleventh hour, and he was yet to arrive with your cup of hibiscus tea, with exactly two cubes of sugar. He’s always been quite punctual. “How strange,” You make a note to speak with him about this sudden shift in behavior the moment you next see him. And as if on cue, a very hurried flurry of fuzzy white hair hurls its way into your parlor, gasping heavily.

“My mistress, my deepest apologies for my tardiness-“

“Speaking before being spoken to? Who might be because you’re clearly not my precious lapdog,” you inspect your groomed nails and flick your wrist, as if flinging a dagger right next to his head to put him in his place. He shivers at the silent threat and gets onto his knees.

“I suppose I’ve had worse servants,” she sighs and gently picks up the tempered glass teacup he set down on your side table, “But you still have quite a bit to learn.”

He offers a short nod and keeps his head low. Maybe he’s finally got his head in straight.

“Now speak, explain your attendance,” you motion for him to sit up. He does so and smiles gently at you, as if pleased just to be spoken to.

“A million apologies would not be enough to make up for my lateness, my mistress, I know. I am more than ashamed of myself. The reasoning is I unfortunately misplaced one of the key ingredients for your morning tea and spent a good deal of time retracing my steps,” he recounts.

You spare him a curt glance as you take the first sip of your tea. The flavor is just as fragrant and rich as ever with a tinge of something sweet. Did he add something to your tea without consulting you first?

“And what might this ever so important secret ingredient be?” You raise a curious eyebrow, making him sweat nervously.

“T-there’s no need to worry; it was just a mere drop of honey, my mistress. I noticed your slight distaste for the new blend of tea I’ve been brewing for you so I decided to add some sweetest. The only problem was after unpacking the new bottles yesterday, I happened to misplace them. How unfortunate…” he sighed in regret.

“I think I understand now. I’ll let it slide this time but remember to be more punctual,” you add as you continue helping yourself to your tea and your book. You would have resorted to a harsher punishment if he was anyone else but you understand these little slip ups are all caused by his curse of a luck cycle. No use punishing something out of his control. You wave him off with your foot, too consumed in your own affairs. After kneeling one more time, gently grasping your clothed foot to kiss the top, he rises and exits the room. A small amused grin is hidden behind the crimson cover of your book.

Once your morning tea has run dry, it’s time for the next objective in your long schedule: A brisk walk through the gardens to inspect the landscaper’s work, followed closely by an important meeting with an esteemed author looking to sell their rare collection of discontinued books. Then the annual check in with the servants of the house to make sure everything is in order. After that is a well deserved ride around town on horseback. Lastly, to finish off your day you have a few letters to pen before dusk. Quite a busy day you have ahead of you, but you won’t be doing this alone. As you depart your study, Nagito, your servant from before, appears at your side.

“How are you feeling after your tea break, my mistress?” He inquired with a gentle smile.

“Delightful, as usual,” you nod, not sparing him a glance.

“That’s wonderful to hear, my lady. If there’s anything you’d like to ask of me, please, I’m yours to command,” he urges.

“Nothing I can think of. Won’t you join me on my daily walk out in the gardens?” You offer.

His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, “O-Of course, I’d be honored! How lucky am I… to go from a tardy mess to a- oh, forgive my mindless rambles, my mistress,” he chuckles apologetically and shuts his mouth tight. You two make your way out the back of the mansion and enter the lush gardens. Workers can be seen throughout the sprawling green fields preening the hedges, watering flowers, and plucking weeds. Truly a sight behind. You reside yourself strolling through the winding paths of ivy and petals, each one more radiant than the last. As your fingertips trace over the delicate buds, you feel a subtle heat spanning over your cheeks. The sensation is strange but not enough to raise any concern.

“My lady, you’re looking a bit red. May I offer this parasol as shade?” Nagito opens the parasol and holds it above your head, blocking you from the harsh rays of the sun.

“Thank you kindly,” you softly smile at him before continuing your walk. As you examine the flora, the heat of before persists. It starts to make you feel slightly dizzy, but a lady must continue her task no matter the circumstance. Your wandering eyes lock onto your servant. He’s dressed in a loose fitting, rufflely white shirt with tight black slacks, a few silver rings adorn his fingers. They are actually his prized possessions he was gifted by you on his birthday, resulting in a hurricane of thank you’s and tears. He looked rather dashing, even if the outfit was rather simple. D-did you just…? You purse your lips and snap your attention away and back to the matter at hand. A lady of your high class shouldn’t be checking out her servant in such a unbefitting way. What has gotten into you?

“My lady, are you alright? You look a touch bothered by something. Can I be of assistance?” Nagito asks compassionately with an innocent tone.

“It’s nothing, I just feel a bit off today,” you brush off the question and make your way inside with your servant following closely behind.

“A bit off? Could you elaborate a little more, my lady?” He pushes, cocking his head to the side in a curious manner. Your dart around the hallway, noticing a few maids dusting the tables and fixing the curtains. A more secluded space would be best.

As if reading your thought process word for word, he carefully leads you to one of the spare rooms reserved for guests. You gasp as he hooks a finger under your chin to examine your rosy cheeks, the proximity making this unknown heat under your skin flare up.

“Oh my… my lady, you don’t seem well. Did you have a fever? But you haven't shown any other symptoms… oh, I’ve got it! It’s most likely a sunburn from over exposure to the sun? Forgive me for not fetching a parasol sooner, my mistress. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you by alleviating any ailments you might be having. Please, rest on the bed while I gather some medicine for you, my mistress,” he bows before making a quick exit. You humor him by taking a seat at the edge of the neatly tucked bed. The gall he has to give you orders… As you wait patiently for his return, the heat from before spreads under your skin, focusing its assault on the plush region between your thighs. In no way is this some silly sunburn; It felt as though your lower area had been ignited with the fires of lust by Eros himself. Whoever was playing this cruel joke on you clearly doesn’t know who they're messing with.

“I’ve returned, my mistress! I’m sorry to make you wait for so long, I have bad news. The author is already here waiting for you in the meeting room on floor three,” he races to your side and returns to his knees as an apology. How greatly unfortunate… Maybe your servant’s poor luck was contagious.

“Fine then. Let us go; we can’t leave him waiting,” you rise swiftly to your feet and make your way to the stairs. No matter how badly her body craves attention, a true lady must always put aside her own needs to attend to her duties.

“M-my lady, you don’t look well, maybe we should-“ he tries to reach for your hand only for it to be swatted away.

“Someone clearly has problems holding their tongue. Maybe I should rip it out so it won’t give you any problems speaking out of turn again. Would you like that?” You warn with a scathing glower.

“N-no, my lady! I would like to keep my tongue i-if that’s an option,” he chuckles nervously, shuffling behind you.

“Then know your place,” you brush him off and enter the room in front of you where the author is waiting patiently. You take a seat in front of him and cross your legs and Nagito kneels down next to you by your feet. As you and the author are discussing the book series you plan on buying from them, your legs shift around uncomfortably from the aching feeling under your dress. You notice his eyes peeking down at your shifting legs every so often before immediately glancing to the floor. He was always so very caring but now was really not the time for his inappropriate stares. Even the slightest attention to your lower area made the process of hiding it more difficult than it needed to be. When the author turned around to unpack the books in his briefcase, your servant placed a gentle hand on your thigh, looking up at you with sweet puppy dog eyes like he’s pleading for something. If it’s what you think it to be he’d be in for a thorough punishment later.

“Please tell me what’s wrong, mistress…” he whispered to you, his hand stroking down the thigh. You flicked away his wandering hand and focused back on the array of books strewn out on the table. You picked up the first book of the series and began flipping through it. The text was neatly printed, its pages pearly white and free of aging. It was in excellent condition, considering it’s a much older series. As you neared the middle, a strange tickling sensation kept up your thigh from under your fluffy dress. You bite your lip and ignore it, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of someone you’re trying to make a deal with.

“I think I know what’s wrong, my lady… your body is all wound up….” His airy voice drifts out from under the tablecloth, “Don’t worry… a good servant always attends to the needs of his lady~”

Just as you’re about to yank him out from under the table, his delicate fingertips trace the area next to your lacy panties.

“Uh… if everything is alright, miss? You look a bit bewildered,” the author asks.

You clear your throat, “Forgive my rudeness, but there’s an important matter I must attend to this very second. It won’t take long, please wait for my return,” you give a short curtsy to the author and step away from the table, yanking your naughty servant out from under the table and pulling him roughly out of the room. You can only imagine the horror on that poor author's face. After a speedy jaunt to your bedroom, she pushes him onto the bed and curses his name.

“The damned whore, how dare you try something like that not only in front of such a famous author but also without permission. I should have you exiled from the mansion, if not the whole nation for that! What do you have to say for yourself?” You snarl, towering over him with a violent aura.

“My lady, please forgive my inappropriate actions, all I wish to do is to serve you,” he soothes, laying on his back and pulling you closer to him by the hips, “try as you might to hide your needs but you should know you can’t keep a secret from me~”

You try to step back from his menacing words, “what do you mean by that?”

“Would you please allow me the privilege to show you?~” he coos to you after pulling you back and onto his thighs. You groan as your clothes sex accidentally swipes over his sturdy thigh, covering your embarrassed blush with the back of your hand.

“Oh? My lady, if you’re trying to seem like you’re an abstaining, pure soul, forgive me for this, but you’re not doing that great of a job,” he smirks up at you. This devil of a man under you is clearly getting a rise from tempting your body's cravings.

“I told you, it’s nothing, now release me so I can go back t-hnngg~” an uncontrollable moan escapes your lips as he drags your hips up his body, grinding your sex over his stomach and up to his chest. The relief of touch on the throbbing location felt like pure bliss but you knew he was just messing with you. You wouldn’t dare give him the honor of another pleasured groan so you force yourself to look away.

“Are you absolutely sure you don’t have any urges a servant like me could take care of? Not a single ache, bruise, or itch?~ If I’m allowed to gloat just a bit, I’m veerryy good at relieving urges~” He purred softly, pressing your plush thighs against either side of his head, your twitching sex hovering over his panting mouth. His eyes were glazed over with desire like he’s in a trance, his mouth streaming with drool, face covered in a deep blush. He looked like even more of a mess than you did.

“N-no, not in the slightest,” you stammer out.

“Are you sure?~ well, then… I don’t think you’d mind if I… just give this spot down here a check, just in case~” he bites his lip as he pulls your panties to the side, strings of drooling desire clinging to the thin fabric. He audibly moans at the sight, licking his lips.

“Oh my…. My mistress, it seems like I’ve found the source of the problem… your poor sex is crying out for some attention. Did something happen to make you so unbelievably turned on? Does it hurt… my lady?~” he murmurs to you, tracing a finger over your swollen bud. Even though the touch was faint and barely there, it still had your cunt clenching around nothing, an unsightly and almost inhuman amount of slick pooling onto his chin.

“Y-you… if my mind wasn’t so… cloudy, I’d knock some sense into you. B… but… yes, I guess… it does hurt a bit,” you hesitatingly admit, being met with a delighted moan.

“Just as I thought. There’s no need to fret, my mistress. Your servant is here to make all your problems go away…~ All this pussy needs is some good service and you’ll feel better in no time,” he chuckles with a friendly smile, a pure contrast to the sinful looks he was giving your cunt only a few seconds ago.

“You dare speak in such a vulgar way to me?!” You snarl down at him.

“Come on… I know your womanhood is craving something…” he teases, swiping his index finger along your labia.

“M-my ‘womanhood’ has no such cravings. Seize this nonsense of I-I’ll.. ah…” you let out another groan as he rubs over your puckering entrance. You honestly didn’t know if you wanted to yank him by the hair so smash his lewd mouth against your pussy or fling him straight into the dungeon and leave his incubus nature to rot there alone.

“Oh but mistress, you can deny it all you want, but your body only speaks the truth. I can tell how badly it wants my fingers stretching it out… or better yet, why not just let it sit right here on my face. You don’t even have to worry if I can breathe or not~ I won’t complain,” he grins and inches your body closer. It’s taking all your strength to hold your body up and away from the temptation nudged right between your trembling thighs.

“Just a little bit further~ the longer you try to hold yourself back, the longer you’ll be leaving the author waiting. You wouldn’t want him to come looking for you just to see you riding your poor servant's mouth like some sort of prostitute~” he teases, stroking your inner thighs some more. He wasn’t entirely wrong. Against every thought in your mind, you lower yourself fully onto his awaiting tongue.

“Tha-Ahh!~ that’s it~ there you go, mistress~ now just use my mouth in any way you want. Use me as the slutty toy I am, my horny mistress~” his voice cracks from the pure levels of pleasure racing through his body right now, digging his nails into your thighs as your body slowly begins to rock against his mouth. And damn, was he good with his mouth. You’ve never felt anything quite as pleasurable as the feeling of his tongue lapping up the slick pouring from your entrance, teasing the rim before shoving its length inside. His nose perfectly rubs against your sensitive clit, making your whole entire body shake. Your back aches as a needy moan rips from your throat, humping against his tongue like this is your first time experiencing real pleasure. You felt like nothing more than a common whore dressed in the diamonds and gowns of a privileged lady. Nagito had that effect on you.

“Why… aghhh.. how… Hahh Ahh… how am I… this turned on?” You stammer out between broken moans and grunts.

“Just a little trick I have up my sleeve~ or… more like it your tea~ heheh, but there’s need to dwell on it, just focus on using me for your pleasure~ The true role… of a servant~” he babbles to himself as the tip of his tongue nudges your g spot.

A loud moan erupts from your throat, “Hahh- Aghh!! Oh.. oh my… d.. damn you…”

“Oh?~ did my dirty touch hit a sensitive spot? What would happen if I did it again, I wonder?” He smirks up at you before thrusting his wet muscle against the sponges spot inside your walls that had you grasping his hair for dear life.

“Agh… you… damned mutt…” You continue linking together a string of curses and degrading words as you feel a worrisome sensation straining against your cunt. The more his tongue pounds into your sex, the stronger this sensation gets.

“Come on, mistress… just a little bit longer… the release you’ve been longing for for so long is almost ready to burst~” he giggles in delightful anticipation.

“I hate you so much…” she groans, knowing this whole entire problem is definitely his doing. The servant before you, the one slurping up your pussy like it’s his last fucking meal, has always such a tease. Images of all the explicit situations he’s gotten you into before flood your mind as you prepare for your final release. You hated how he tempts you into such lustful acts with knowing damn well his lower position of power in regards to you but every time he found his way in between your legs, it always made you remember the kind of servant he is. He’s not a butler, secretary, assistant, or any only formal word in the book. He was a toy, your toy to use for your pleasure, as he calls it. But it always feels like it’s the other way around. As his hot tongue fucks in and out of your tight pussy, you both can tell how close to the edge you are.

“Please my mistress, please grace my tongue with the delicious taste of your cum~” he begs in garbled words, babbling nonsense like he’s lost his mind; like he’s high off the taste of your sweet nectar.

“Aghhhh.. Hahhh.. ha- ah! O-okay… fine. But just… j-just one. Only once, got it?” You shoot him a glare.

“Yes my lady, only one~ only one, that’s all~ hehe… hahah… ahhahaaa~” his sinister cackles leave you questioning if he really means it. The quivering on your pussy gets stronger and stronger as it threatens to release sprays of steamy cum into the needy expanse of his mouth. His eyes roll back into a beautiful sight of depravity as your cum spills onto his mouth, painting his lips, nose, and entire face in a layer of thick liquid. The sight is downright appalling, enough to make anyone grimace.

You quickly recover from the euphoric blast of an orgasm he just gave you and tries to lift off his tongue, “I think I've had enough of thi- huh?”

Nagito’s face, more specifically his eyes, swirl like two dark pools of inescapable lust, dragging you in. He forces your body firmly on his tongue and continues to eat you out, “My apologies, but I think I’ve missed a spot… just one more orgasm should clear it right up~”

“Oh no, don’t you even thi- Aghh, t-think about it, you better stop or… or… nghhh hah~” your voice trembles with rage as you try to pry your shaking body off his slutty mouth.

“Please my mistress, just one more~ I can’t be a good servant unless I thoroughly relieve every desire your body clings onto. This won’t take long, I promise~” the mischievous expression on his face clearly states otherwise but the dreadfully good drag of his tongue along your cunt, giving your clit a couple playful sucks as if you're throwing any other needs out the window. The only thoughts you’re thinking right now is riding his face until he eventually lets you go.

“There you go… just like that~ use me… use me for your pleasure~ that's all I want, all I could ever want. I exist only to bring you a countless amount of orgasms~ my only use is being your sex toy~ so please, use me however you see fit! Just as long as you keep smothering me with that beautiful, beautiful pussy~” he coos almost like he’s talking to your sex itself. His tongue leaves you lost in the sea of desire, making you feel so good you wouldn’t be surprised if every servant in the mansion could hear your cries of bliss.

“What a naughty mistress… I bet everyone can hear you, clear as day. You like that though, don’t you? I think you do… you like the idea of the people who wait on your every need hearing you cry out another servant’s name… the prim and proper lady they serve turned into a whore all because of my pathetic excuse of a tongue. Maybe… maybe they’re getting horny… you like that thought?” His words and pure filth but you just can’t stop letting them consume you.

“Uhuh.. yes… oh… ohhh god yess~” you tilt her head back and release a moan.

“You like the thought of all your servants unable to control themselves while listening to you moan above me? I wonder what they could be doing… maybe they’re all touching themselves… they know they shouldn’t but they just can’t help it. They're just too horny to control themselves~ Just like you, mistress,” he snickers devilishly. All this arousal, all this teasing was really starting to get to you. Drool and tears made your makeup melt off your face, staining your angelic satin dress. If you weren’t so fucked out you’d totally punish him for a lifetime for everything he’s done: Dirtying your dress, interrupting your meeting with an important person, touching you multiple times without permission, disobeying commands… but you won’t again think of his tongue. His skilled, hot tongue rubbing against every spot in your pussy that had you on the verge of cumming was practically your weakness. He knew this fact all too well.

“Does my mistress have a secret kinky side?~ Could you be just as sinful as me?~ then come on, my lady… let us be consumed in desires together… don’t stop cumming till I suffocate against your pussy… and even then, just keep using my body. Aghh yess… to be used by you… it’s my only desire… I’ll please you… I’ll please you for days if you’d like… so please…. Give me an order~ P-please, oh please my mistress, order me!~” he cries out in desperation, his hips jumping in the air for any slight bit of friction his tight slacks can’t offer him.

“An order… I… aghhh… I order you t-to keep going… and don’t stop t-till… you fulfill your role as… my sex slave,” you finally manage out, greeted with an immediate guttural moan.

“Y-yesss oh gods yess I will, I- Ahh, I will, I will I will! For you I’ll be the best sex slave e-ever~ I’ll please you, I please you, I swear! I’ll make you cum… I’ll make you lose your mind… just watch me… watch me work my magic on your gorgeously horny body…~” he babbles between slurps and moans as his tongue shoves itself deeper into your gooey pussy. In that moment you finally realized the truth. You’re not the true mistress who uses your little slutty toy for your own pleasure, you’re the slutty toy he uses for his own pleasure. But there’s nothing that can be done to change it besides applying more and more weight to his hungry mouth. He chuckled maddenly to himself…

All according to plan~

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