Nagito X Reader Smut
(This oneās luh fluff and normal)
Nagito Komaeda always felt like he didnāt deserve you. You were so kind, so pureāeverything he wasnāt. But you loved him anyway, bad luck and all. And tonight, after a long day of classes, you wanted nothing more than to show him just how extensive that love was.
You found him studying alone in your shared bedroom brows furrowed as he skimmed over the various textbooks. When you walked in he looked up, surprise flashing across his face before melting into something softer, something warmer.
"My hope.." he said softly, setting down a highlighter. "I didnāt expect you back so soon.ā
You closed the distance between you both, hands sliding up his chest to cup his face. "Miss me?"
His breath hitched when your fingers brushed against his cheeks, the scent of your shampoo filling his nostrilsāsweet like candy, completely opposite of his usual sterile soap.
"I always miss you" he murmured, leaning into your touch despite himself. It was dangerous, letting someone get this close, letting himself indulge in things he shouldnāt have..But God, did he want you.
Your lips curve into a smile, thumb tracing the curve of his bottom lip. "Good..Because I missed you too."
You then pressed a gentle kiss into his lips, yours were like soft cushions compared to his, and he reveled in every single second.
Nagitoās heart pounded against his ribcage as his hands shakily rested on your hips that fit perfectly into his palmsācushiony thighs bracketing his legs, soft stomach pressing against his own. Heād spent countless nights imagining this, fantasizing about the way your body would feel against his. Now, reality far surpassed anything his mind could conjure up.
He nipped at your lower lip, hands slipping under your shirt to caress the warm skin of your back. You arched into him with a quiet gasp, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirts thin fabric.
"P-please.." he whimpered out, breaking the kiss to look at you clearly. "Need you..need to feel youā
After those words clothes fell away piece by pieceāhis shirt yanked off clumsily, your skirt pooled around your ankles. Cool air kissed against your heated skin as you both stumbled toward the bed, tangled limbs and frantic breaths filling the small space.
Nagito lays you down gently, taking a moment to drink in the sight of your bare form. The dim light from the sky streamed in through the window, Illuminating his platinum curls and greyish-green eyes that were currently staring deeply into yours.
"Youāre sure?" he asked, hovering above you. Old doubts crept in, his mind telling him that he didnāt deserve this, didnāt deserve you. But the lovestruck look you gave him silenced those thoughts.
"Yes" you whispered, pulling him down until his weight settled comfortably atop you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels gently digging into the small of his back. "You deserve to be by my side Nagito, never doubt that."
And then there were no more words, only whimpers, moans, and the sound of skin on skin.
You moved together in a gentle yet eager rhythm, hands mapping familiar territory with newfound reverence. Every press into you, every silent plea, every ragged exhale, stitched you tighter together.
When you both came, it was quietāa soft cry muffled against his shoulder, with his own groans swallowed by your hair. Aftershocks rolled through you both, leaving you trembling and sated.
Post-coital bliss fogged Nagitoās mind, limbs heavy. You traced idle patterns on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder.
Eventually, he stirred, gently humming to draw your attention. His expression held something vulnerable, almost afraid. "Wasā¦was that okay?"
You turned your head to press a kiss to his cheek. "More than okay. You were incredible Nagito."
He blushed faintly and smiled, bright and genuine, chasing away the shadows in his heart. For once, he let himself believe he might deserve happiness after all.







