ooo i saw that requests are open and i want to request a nsfw nagito since i love u guys’ writing style so much! maybe like, sitting on his face with a skirt on and basically suffocating him with t h i c c thighs? :o thank u!!
Mod Peko returns from a long absense to write some FILTH. Anon, did you send this ask just for me? Cause DANG this is the good stuff. Nagito eats coochie like a man starved and i will not be convinced otherwise 🤤🤤
☆〜 Mod Peko
Contains: Serious NSFW. Mod Peko does not joke around, fem reader, no pronouns used
“Nagito…” You whisper, thighs shaking as you hover above him, “are...you sure?”
He laughs breathlessly underneath you, his hands slowly climbing up the length of your thighs and closing around your hips, “Of course i am.” he purrs, peering up at you from behind his pale eyelashes. His white hair is a tangled mess on the pillow and his cheeks are flushed, his mouth curls into a smile and he croons, “It would be an honour to pleasure you, angel.”
Your stomach flutters at his praise, your cheeks turning warm, “I don’t want to squish you…”
“Maybe I want you to squish me.” He breathes. You can feel his cool breath on your wetness, and one of his hands slips up under your skirt to palm your ass, “Ah...you’re so soft.” he licks his lips and his throat bobs, “We can stop if you need to, but please, there's no need to worry about my wellbeing.” the hand on your ass squeezes, and your thighs wobble, “This is all about you.”
With him looking up at you from between your thighs, and the soft lilting purr of his voice. It’s impossible not to give in, even if you are worried about suffocating him. So you take a deep breath in through your nose, and slowly lower yourself down. Nagito’s grip on you grows tighter, and you feel him moan loudly against your sex when you meet his mouth. You just sit there for a moment, still nervous, thighs shaking, but then you feel the warmth of his tongue run up the full length of you.
“Ah!” You squeak, hips bucking forward into his face. The feeling of his tongue on you was like a rumbling thunder through your stomach, you hadn't expected it to feel so good. Then his lips wrap around your swollen clit, sucking gently as he keens and moans against you. You can feel the noises he’s making, the vibrations come up from your sex all the way out to your fingertips, it feels so good. When he pulls back a little, and starts tracing circles around your entrance with his tongue, your thighs instinctively tighten around his head.
You panic for a moment. You’re going to squash him. You knew this was a bad idea.
Then, Nagito’s hands move down to your thighs. Gripping tight, not to push you away, but to pull you closer. It’s like he wants to suffocate underneath you, whimpering and gasping against your cunt as his tongue finally slips inside of you, thrusting the wet muscle in and out with shameless desperation.
You cry out. Hands curling into fists as your hips grind furiously into his face, feeling the tip of his nose bumping into your clit, “Ohhhhhhhhhh...so good…” your moan, digging the fingers of one hand into the mess of his hair, “It’s so good, Nagito…”
At the sound of his name. He groans into you, tongue returning to your clit so he can slip two fingers inside of you instead. They reach a lot deeper inside of you than his tongue did, curling forward with a practiced precision that makes you release a shattering moan. Your hair is clinging to your forehead with sweat, your hips are grinding faster and harder against Nagito’s face, and when you hear the bed shift, you caution a glance behind yourself.
Your moan aloud at the sight. Nagito is still completely clothed, but even through his jeans you can see the way his hardened cock is straining against the fabric as he bucks fruitlessly into the air with no way to relieve the friction. His hips wriggle and shake as he continues furiously lapping at your clit, fingers pistoning in and out of you like he’ll die if he slows down. Your hips cant forward and he mewls against you again, you watch in awe as his hips stutter up off of the bed. He is getting this worked up by eating you out? You haven't even touched him and he is completely hard.
He slips a third finger inside of you and you gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth as your head lolls back in ecstasy. The pleasure in your stomach is building and building. Nagito’s lips wrap around your clit and he sucks, hard. Like he is trying to suck the life out of you.
“M’gonna cum…” you sob. Thighs tightening even further around his head.
Nagito laughs against you, his fingers still thrusting in and out of your heat, “Look down here, angel.” he whispers, “I want to see your face.”
You choke on another moan, turning your eyes down to where Nagito rests between your thighs. You can't see much of him, but his eyes are hooded and his cheeks flushed bright red. It’s when you see his eyes curl up into a smile, that his tongue returns to your clit, lapping at your furiously while never pulling his eyes from yours. That look on his face. The way he stares up at you, is what sends you over the edge. Hips grinding against him, both hands digging tight into his hair as the tension inside of you finally breaks, cumming all over the lower half of his face.
He continues slowly licking at you as you come down from your orgasm, rubbing encouraging circles on your thighs. When your thighs finally stop shaking, and your head starts to clear, you’re suddenly embarrassed again. Cheeks heating up at your position and scrambling off Nagito as quickly as possible.
“Oh...I’m sorry! That must have been so gross…”
He laughs again, wiping the lower half of his face with the back of his hand, “You think i didn't enjoy myself?” he hums gently, tucking some of your frazzled hair behind your ear, “Honestly? You were divine.”
You manage to giggle weakly and press a kiss to his cheek, “Thanks, Nagito.” Your eyes dart down to the obvious tent in his jeans, and you drag your tongue across your lower lip, “Give me a moment, and I'll return the favour.”
Can i request soup scene with nagiwagi, if you don't know what soup scene is, click or tap here, thanks you! It can be nsfw or no it's up to you!
YES! I absolutely love writing this kind of stuff. This is going to get NASTY just a fair warning for everyone. It also isn’t super long, but i very well might write a follow up when i have more time because this got me feeling a certain way LOL.
☆〜 Mod Peko
Warnings: VERY NSFW I AM NOT JOKING, afab reader, dubcon (reader is clearly into it, but like....aphrodisiacs tread a very fine line here)
You squeeze your eyes shut and clench your thighs. Trying anything and everything to ignore the hot and heavy breathing of the rest of your classmates. What the hell is happening? It feels insane, your whole body is wriggling and writhing against absolutely nothing, your skin itches and your sex aches. You’ve never felt like this before in your life, the intensity is unbearable, your fingers dig tightly in the fabric of your skirt as you try your hardest not to start touching yourself with everyone else watching. Not that they would be particularly focussed on you.
You open one eye, curious and horny, Akane and Nekomaru are all over each other. Peko is just barely holding Mikan back and Nagito is…
A shaky breath escapes you, teetering dangerously close to being a moan as you throw your head back onto the floor and close your eyes again. You shouldn't have looked at him, that was a bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad-hng!
“Are you...okay?”
Your eyes snap open. Nagito is leaning over you, cheeks pink, a thin line of drool running down his chin. His eyes are positivity ravenous. There's a pressure of either side of your thighs, and that’s when you notice that he is straddling you, slowly and firmly grinding his hips into yours. A moan rips through you and one of your hands starts frantically ripping your shirt open, while the other grips Nagito’s hardness through his trousers. He makes a shocked little noise and his hips buck into the palm of your hand.
His hungry eyes trail down to where your bra is now visible through the remains of your shirt and his large hands quickly reach down to grab your breasts, massaging the sensitive flesh with his palms, “You're...so soft…” He mutters, hips stuttering against yours.
“M-more…” you force out, drool leaking out of the side of your mouth. You’re hot, it's like you're burning from the inside out. You need your clothes off, you need all of your clothes off. You manage to pull yourself up enough to reach your arms behind yourself and unclasp your bra, the feeling of your breasts finally being out in the open is a relief that you can’t even describe. Nagito’s eyes get even wider, you honestly didn't think that was possible.
He whines, you can feel his thighs shaking around yours, and his cock jumps inside of his trousers, “I want...my mouth...please.”
He can barely speak, you can't speak at all, you just nod over and over until he finally leans down and pulls one of your nipples between his lips. You shriek. Spine arching upwards almost painfully as you try to chase the warmth of his mouth, hips grinding desperately against his hardness, trying to get closer closer closer.
It feels so good. His tongue lathing against your aching nipple feels so good, but it isn't enough. You want more. You need more. There isn't a thought in your mind other than how much you want him, your hands are out of your control when they shoot out to undo his trousers and tug them down his thighs, boxes quickly following. He moans against your chest when his cock finally bounces out into the open. Hot, red and dripping. The sound it makes when you wrap your fist around it and start pumping is obscene. It’s slick and wet and slippery, more and more pre-cum spilling out from the tip. All you want to do is clean it up with your tongue.
Nagito sits up with a start, his face red all the way up to his ears and tie completely undone. His voice is raspy when he says, “I’m so sorry, i need to be inside you.”
You do not resist. He hikes your skirt upward and pushes your panties out of the way, you feel the head of his cock bump against your entrance and your hands fly upward to play with your own nipples. Still wanting more than what is possible for one set of hands to give you. Your hips wiggle and grind just as his cock is about to slip in and then, as quickly as it had started-
The cloud of arousal is gone.
Nagito gasps audibly and scrambles backwards until he hits a wall, shoving himself back into his boxers and covering his open mouth with a hand. You squeal, sitting upright and trying your best to cover your bare chest with your arms. Everyone else in the class is in a similar state, but all you can look at is Nagito. You feel almost reprehensible.
damn peko okay i see you... could i get some dry humping with nagito?👀👀👀👀👀
If it’s your order, master. I live to serve.
I had a lot of fun with the set up of this. I love creating little scenarios around the smut lol.
Contains: Explicit Sexual Content, Post-SDR2, Future Foundation Reader, Fem Reader, No Pronouns Used
It should be illegal how good Komaeda looks in his Future Foundation uniform. The way the dress pants cling to his narrow hips. The way the blazer accentuates his already broad shoulders. Whatever demon possessed him to pull his soft white hair up into a high ponytail should be slain, if only to stop the way your palms are sweating every second you look at him.
Presently, he’s standing tall, legs shoulder width apart as he practices firing his new hacking gun. Face awash in blue light as he unloads five break shots into the target on the other side of the room. You can see the singe marks, all bullseyes or complete misses, nothing in between. The determined set of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes, the way his chest heaves. You are standing in the corner of the room, resisting the urge to rub your thighs together just from watching him.
“You’re doing well, Komaeda-san!” You call out, disappointed at the way your voice noticeably wavers.
He turns to face you, slinging the gun over his shoulder, “That is debatable, but i am grateful for your attempts to comfort me.” he smiles at you, and it might just be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, “It isn’t necessary, but it is very kind of you.”
“We can stop for the day if you would like, we’re already late for lunch.”
“Ah.” he says, “I am quite hungry”
You motion for him to put the gun away and follow you out of the training room. He dutifully follows behind, maintaining an even pace with you as the two of you head to the dining hall. You glance over at him, choking on any words you might have said when you realise how nicely the dim overhead lighting catches in his pale eyelashes. You swallow. It must have been a joke by your superior to assign you as Komaeda’s training partner. You were not subtle in your interest in him, outright talking to coworkers about how desperately you wanted to pull one of his sharp hip bones into your mouth and suck.
He has his hands in the pockets of his dress pants, tucking the front of his blazer behind his wrists, your eyes are drawn to the snug fit of those pants. Specifically the way the fabric pulls taught over his crotch. You can hear the telltale thump of your heart in your ears, your bones feel like they might melt with the intensity of your feelings at this moment. All you can think about, is what terrible, awful, fireable offences you could commit right now. Right in this hallway.
“Is everything alright?” Komaeda asks, pulling you from your semi trance. He’s stopped walking now, and the two of you are standing just by the door of an empty conference room. He’s a lot taller than you, a fact you try very hard not to focus on.
“Oh, I’m fine. Just a little distracted.”
“Ah.” Komaeda says, the sound laced with knowing. His eyes hooded and lips quirked up in a very subtle smile, “You have been a very diligent trainer,” he breathes, head inclined just a little bit to the side, “Anything i can do to repay you would make me very happy. If you would even accept repayment from such common garbage as myself.”
When he says anything...does he really mean anything? You can feel your stomach turning, “No need to repay me, Komaeda-san. I’m just doing my job.”
“If you are turning down my offer due to genuine disgust I fully understand.” He says, laughing breathily, “However. If you are turning it down due to a concern for my well being, or a respect for me as a person. Know that is unnecessary.” his voice has dropped down an octave, and you have the distinct feeling that he is toying with you, “I offer myself to you fully, if you are willing to accept.”
Your eyes can't help but flit from Komaeda, to the door of the vacant conference room, and back again. The knowledge that it’s only 1:15, and that the room will be empty until 2:30 is unbearable. Irresistible.
“What i feel for you…” your mouth is dry, your hands are shaking, “Is the exact opposite of disgust.”
He chuckles, hiding his mouth with a palm, “How unfortunate for you.” his hand drops to reveal a smile that can only be described as hungry, “but how very fortunate for me.”
Any resilience you had snaps. You’re barely even conscious as your hand wraps around Komaeda’s wrist and you tug him into the conference room, slamming the door shut by shoving him up against it as you crush your lips together. He moans audibly, thin arms coming around you tight. You bury your fingers in the mess of his white hair, tangling through the delicate strands, you notice he chokes on a moan when you tug a little too hard. The sound spurs you on.
“You like when I pull your hair, pretty boy?”
He whimpers, opening his lips under yours and gently licking into your mouth. His tongue feels like heaven. Twisting and tangling with yours before breaking away to trace your upper row of teeth. You bite down tentatively, and a bolt of warmth shoots down to your sex when you hear him cry out. It isn't a pained noise, you can tell he liked it. It’s even more obvious how much he liked it when his hips grind up against yours, you gasp at the feeling, he’s completely hard in his pants and while you desperately want to pull him out and have your way with him. That might be just a little too daring. What you do instead, is not that much better.
“Can you lie down for me?” You whisper in his ear, one hand buried in his hair, the other on his cheek, tracing his lips with your thumb. You squeak when he takes your thumb into his mouth, sucking gently on your skin and swirling his tongue around. You can't help slipping another two fingers in. He was practically begging for it, what were you supposed to do? His big green eyes stare down at you, cloudy with desire as you slowly thrust your fingers in and out of his mouth. Watching drool pooling in the corners of lips while he keens and moans around your digits.
Without ever pulling your fingers from his mouth, you guide him away from the door and slowly encourage him to drop down onto the floor with you. The little hitch in his breath when you straddle his narrow hips is to die for, “you’re doing so good, sweetheart.” you coo at him, running a hand through his soft hair, he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling as he sucks hard on your fingers. You smirk, and grind up against his hard cock. Even with your fingers in his mouth, his moan is shockingly loud.
When you press down against him again, his hips buck upward to meet yours. Desperate to reciprocate the delicious friction, licking, sucking, drooling and moaning around your fingers as you drag your hips across him over and over. A moan cutting loose from your lips as his hardness bumps up against your clit, you can feel yourself getting wet through your panties and right through your tight uniform pants. It’s disgusting, it's sweaty, and it's desperate. Komaeda is writhing underneath you, pushing himself up off the ground with his heels, doing anything and everything to grind his cock harder against you, his hair has long escaped the confines of his ponytail and is spread out behind him in a tangled white halo.
“You’re so beautiful, Komaeda-san…” you purr, admiring the blush coating his cheeks like rouge atop porcelain, drool escaping the corners of his mouth and running down his chin. He makes a pleased noise and bites gently down on your fingers, bringing up his hands and gripping tight on your hips, pushing you down harder onto his throbbing cock and letting out a strangled sob as your hips pick up the pace. You’re both going to cum in your pants. On the conference room floor. It’s reprehensible, despicable, and so fucking hot. You must be ruining the front of Komaeda’s pants, there's no way your wetness hasn’t seeped the whole way through, and you can't help imagining the state of his cock. Is it red? Is dripping with pre-cum? You’re almost furious that you don't get to see.
“I...I’m...close…” Komaeda slurs around your fingers. Whimpering and moaning, cock twitching so furiously in his pants that you can feel it. You hiss at the sensation of his wriggling hips beneath you, finally pulling your fingers out from his mouth so you can replace them with your tongue. You’re close too, the warmth in your stomach is almost boiling, it feels like you’re going to overflow. His tongue tangles and curls against yours, exploring every crevice of your mouth as he continues rutting up against you, making adorable little noises of exertion.
You’re hot all over, it feels like you’re going to melt if you hold on any longer. Hips moving so quickly that your abdominal muscles are starting to burn. You’re getting close to the edge and you can feel yourself about to tip over, “Cum for me, baby.” you pant into Komaeda’s ear, opening your mouth wide and biting down hard on the side of his neck. Anything to silence the moan you can feel racing up your throat. Bad idea. You did not anticipate how much Komaeda would like being bitten. The noise that he makes is closer to a shriek than anything else, his hips bucking up into you with an unbridled desperation as he finally heaves a shaky breath and cums, hard. You can feel it through the front of his pants, moaning and writhing as white explodes behind your eyes, sucking harder and harder on Komaeda’s throat as you finally topple over the threshold. Hips gyrating slower as you tentatively come back down, nuzzling your face in Komaeda’s shoulder, overcome with both exhaustion and embarrassment.
Your pants are soaked. And so are his.
When you finally manage to push yourself up off him with your wobbly arms, you cup a hand over your mouth in shock at the state of his neck.
“Is something wrong?” He asks, he doesn’t seem concerned, his expression is positively giddy.
The side of his throat is marked red and purple from your sucking and biting. One particularly big bite even has visible teeth marks, like you were trying to take a chunk out of him. You can’t deny you feel a little egotistical looking at it, at the way you have thoroughly ruined him.
“I think I was a little too rough with you…” you say nervously
Komaeda chuckles, “hardly.”
“Your uh—“ you gesture to his throat, “—everyone is going to see.”
“Ah, I see.” Komaeda smiles, but it doesn’t look happy, “I can make up some sort of lie if you are concerned that people will assume we are involved.”
“Oh! That’s not it at all! I’m just worried that we’re going to get in trouble...for doing this at work.” You laugh to yourself, “plus, I figured you would be a lot more embarrassed about it.”
“Embarrassed, why?” He brings up a hand and gently touches the teeth marks on his throat, “The fact that you wanted to claim someone like me as your own—“ he visibly shudders, a whiny noise escaping his mouth, “it is exhilarating.”
You swallow, “Don’t say things like that! I...I just came, Komaeda-san…give me a few hours to chill, jeez.”
“The storage closet on the third floor is pretty roomy, if you’re free after lunch.”
You bark a laugh and cross your arms, “you’re incorrigible. But yes, I will see you there.”
Is okay if I request Nagito comforting a reader having a relapse? They don't actually s/h, just really think about it and get scared/ashamed of doing it.
Thank you, I hope everyone is doing well ♥️
Thank you so much for the request anon! I hope you are keeping safe and looking after yourself.
Remember that moments like this can be scary, but you can and will push through it! Recovery isnt a straight line ♥️
Warnings: Implied thoughts of s/h
Nagito’s smile is wide when he comes in through the front door. He’s excited to see you, he always is. There’s a shuffling of plastic as he struggles with pulling the grocery bags in through the small door, gently closing it behind himself with his hip, he calls out your name.
“Yeah.” You reply, he had expected to hear your voice from over on the couch, but instead he can hear you in the bedroom, “I’m in here.”
He knows you very well, probably better than anyone else ever has. So he can immediately tell that something is wrong, the groceries are abandoned, he drops the bags on the floor and doesn't even notice as fruits and vegetables go rolling across the floorboards.
You look up at him when he quickly appears in the doorway, turning embarrassed and wiping old tears from your cheeks, “Hey.”
He is on the bed with you in a second, arms tight around your shoulders. You start crying again, but you're not even sure why, “I should have gotten home sooner, I’m so sorry.” He’s rubbing circles on your back, trying to calm your hiccuping sobs, “Are you okay? Did something happen?”
You sniffle, burying your face in his chest, “Nothing happened.” you almost don't want to tell him the truth, you don't want him to think you’re a failure, but you trust him, “I...I thought about it again”
“Oh...oh, my angel…” He whispers, holding you even tighter and resting his chin on the top of your head, “Just thought about it?”
You nod, “Only thoughts...but I…” you’re shaking in his arms now, fingers turning white as you clutch desperately onto his shirt, “I thought i was past this...I thought I got over it…”
“Shh.” He whispers, curling his fingers into your hair and massaging your scalp, “It’s okay.”
“I don't want you to be disappointed in me.”
He makes a shocked noise and pulls you back from his chest, ducking his head down to meet your eyes, “I will never be disappointed in you. You’ve come so far already and I am so so proud of you.” He cups your face in his hand, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone, “You know that, right?”
You nod weakly.
“Things won't always be easy.” He says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “but i will always be here.”
