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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Dangan_Ronpa, Super_Dangan_Ronpa_2, Dangan_Ronpa_-_All_Media_Types,
      Dangan_Ronpa_3:_The_End_of_希望ヶ峰学園_|_The_End_of_Kibougamine_Gakuen_|_End
      of_Hope's_Peak_High_School
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Hajime/Komaeda_Nagito, Kirigiri_Jin/Komaeda_Nagito, Komaeda
      Nagito/Souda_Kazuichi, Komaeda_Nagito/Oowada_Mondo, Komaeda_Nagito/Nidai
      Nekomaru, Nidai_Nekomaru/Komaeda_Nagito/Souda_Kazuichi, Munakata_Kyosuke
      &_Sakakura_Juzo
  Character:
      Hinata_Hajime, Komaeda_Nagito, Kirigiri_Jin, Souda_Kazuichi, Oowada
      Mondo, Nidai_Nekomaru, Munakata_Kyousuke, Sakakura_Juzo
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-11 Updated: 2018-01-02 Chapters: 13/30 Words: 20323
****** 30 Ways to Sin ******
by UltimateUnluckyWriter
Summary
     This is a part of the 30 Day OTP NSFW Challenge. Only it won't be
     thirty days, because I'm going to combine some of the kinks! The
     primary OTP is going to be KomaHina, naturally, but there might be a
     couple of guest ships/OT3s and such. Tags will be updated as kinks
     show up!
***** Exhaustion - [Naked Cuddling and Kissing] *****
Chapter Summary
     Days One and Two: Naked Cuddling and Kissing.
     Ever since Hajime moved into the Lucky Star Apartment Complex, the
     white-haired boy next door had been a recurring character in his
     life. Now, eight months later, he has become closer than ever with
     Nagito in ways he would not have supposed they would before.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Nothing!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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“I’m home!” Hajime called out, his voice ringing through Nagito’s small
apartment. Technically, it was notHajime’s home at all- He lived in the next
apartment over. However, since moving in some eight months ago, he and Nagito
had grown rather close, and he felt as much at home at his house as his own.
“I’m in here!” Nagito called from the kitchen. Hajime took off his shoes,
placing them by the door, before coming into the kitchen. Nagito was currently
in the middle of cutting up slices of bread into small cubes, dressed in an
oversized tee shirt and his favorite lucky boxers. He paused his cutting for a
moment to glance over his shoulder, smiling at him, “Did you have a good day at
work?”
Hajime’s eyes scanned the counter, seeing the bowls of chopped up bell peppers,
cucumbers, spinach, carrots, mushrooms- Clearly, it was going to be a salad
night. He could not help but feel happy, though, that he recognized the
vegetables as being the ones he had brought Nagito from the market. At his
question, Hajime nodded, slinking up behind Nagito. He wrapped his arms around
his waist, pressing up against him as he nuzzled his head into his neck. Nagito
tilted his head to the side a bit, using his free hand to reach up and stroke
Hajime’s hair gently. He could easily tell that Hajime was exhausted.
“Why don’t you go in my room for a bit and play something on the X-Cube? Just
relax for a bit, okay?” He told him. In all honesty, Nagito rarely played video
games himself- he had just bought the console for Hajime to play when he came
over. Though his words were phrased like a question, he clearly was not going
to debate the topic any further.
And so, Hajime nodded, kissing him on the cheek quickly and shyly before going
into the room. He was immediately hit by the wave of heat that always emanated
from Nagito’s bedroom- He was very cold-natured, so any enclosed space was
ridiculously warm. Even so, Hajime found it rather cozy. He knew, however, that
he was not about to sit in the warmth in heavy work clothes. He hopped onto the
edge of the bed, loosening and throwing his tie onto the ground next to him. He
unbuttoned his shirt, adding it to the pile once he removed it. This left him
in just his socks and trousers- comfortable enough for now.
Nagito, meanwhile, had just finished dicing the bread, and began to toss the
cubes in oil, oregano, and lemon pepper seasoning. When he was finished, he put
the pan into the oven he had already preheated before Hajime arrived. He put
the chopped vegetables into his fridge, humming a tune to himself. After this,
he set to work on starting dessert.
Hajime, however, was currently settling into Nagito’s bed. As his head hit the
pillow, he closed his eyes, a relaxed smile on his face. He breathed in deeply,
Nagito’s scent fully enveloping his senses. The sheets smelled like Nagito-
like the coconut body lotion he used, like he had always just gotten home from
a trip to some tropical island. Hajime loved the scent of it, and always found
himself losing himself in the scent whenever they got close enough.
Which, as of recently, was quite a bit. Though Hajime was not always huge on
physical contact, being close to Nagito always made him feel… happy. He felt
like he was safe in Nagito’s arms- which was strange, considering Nagito could
probably never fight or defend if it came down to it.
Still, Hajime turned onto his stomach, his face pressed against the pillow. His
eyes closed for a moment before he lifted his head up, calling, “Nagito!”
Nagito perked up when he heard his name being called, quickly putting the
dessert in the fridge as well. He scampered to the door of his room, peeking
his head in. He saw Hajime, shirtless and face down on his pillow, raising a
curious eyebrow.
“Are… you okay, Hajime?” He asked, tilting his head. Hajime gave a sort of a
grunt as a response, his hand waving Nagito over.
Nagito did walk over, kneeling down next to the bed, “Are you okay?” He
repeated as Hajime turned his head to look at him. Hajime gave him a tired
smile, nodding.
“Yeah, but… can you lay with me for a bit, please?” He asked. Nagito’s heart
melted at this- It was said so sweetly that he just honestly couldn’t refuse,
any thought of dessert leaving his mind immediately.
“Of course,” He said, crawling up on the bed as Hajime scooted over to give
more room. Hajime rolled over onto his back, still keeping his eyes on Nagito.
Nagito looked right back at him, detecting a glint of somethingbehind Hajime’s
eyes. His eyes traveled from Hajime’s eyes, down his chest, his stomach, down
to his-
Woah.
What was he doing?
His eyes flashed back up to Hajime’s, though he noticed that Hajime had since
taken to closing his eyes. He could tell that he was a bit stressed at the
moment- Not that Hajime had shared any of his day, yet.
And so, Nagito found himself crawling down to the end of the bed, assuming that
he could relieve some of that stress himself. He positioned himself in between
Hajime’s thighs, fidgeting with the button of his trousers.
This took Hajime out of his mini-trance, his head popping up to look down at
Nagito confusedly. Nagito stared right back up, a supportive smile on his face,
“Just- let me do this, okay? You deserve it.”
Hajime stared at Nagito a moment before his head just fell back. Nagito took
this as an agreement to his offer, and went to work slipping off Hajime’s
trousers and boxers in one move. He looked away for a moment to toss the
clothing to the side.
When he turned back around, he frowned slightly.
Hajime was completely soft.
He wasn’t even a littlebit hard. Nagito glanced up at Hajime, though he could
not meet his eyes. Nagito bit his lip worriedly, hopping off the bed for a
moment. He turned his back to Hajime, making a quick little show of removing
his shirt and boxers until he was just as naked as Hajime.
When Nagito finished, he turned around, his eyes immediately going down to his
dick.
Soft.
“…” Nagito was at a loss. He stared at Hajime, who stared blankly back at him,
“… Am I… not doing enough for you, Hajime?”
Hajime sighed, shutting his eyes, “No, it’s not that, Nagito. It’s just… I’m
not in that mood right now. I just want you.”
Nagito raised an eyebrow, tilting his head, “Wasn’t I about to do that, though?
Am I not… should I put my clothes back on…?”
“No, I don’t mean it like that. It’s…. Nagito, you look fine. You look great,
and if it were any other time, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you,
honestly. I’m just so tired, Nagito. I want… Can you just lay with me, please?”
Nagito stared up at Hajime, suddenly gathering that it was notstress that he
had detected- it was exhaustion. It seemed too obvious- he had even noticed it
himself. He felt a bit embarrassed that he had misread the signals, and nearly
said something about it. He decided against it, though- It was not important
enough to work Hajime up over.
He listened to his request, nodding quickly, “Of course I can,” He said, moving
up to be next to Hajime. He grabbed the covers on the bed, pulling them up over
the two of them. He scooted a bit closer to Hajime, laying his head on his bare
chest, an arm being tossed over his stomach. His lips grazed against the tanned
skin, planting a gentle kiss to his chest.
“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, hardly audible as he continued to plant kisses up his
chest, his collarbone, his neck, before settling his head in the crook of his
neck, “Iloveyou.”
Hajime heard the apology, though he said nothing, choosing to only wrap an arm
around Nagito from the side, holding him closely. His eyes closed again,
enjoying the sweet kisses he felt being peppered on his upper body.
“… You too.”
He leaned his head up a bit, placing a kiss to the top of Nagito’s head, his
lips making contact with the unruly locks. Nagito lifted his head from where it
was, adjusting his position to gingerly press his soft lips against Hajime’s.
It was nothing special. It was not some passionate make-out session. It was
just Nagito’s lips on Hajime’s for a few seconds. It was sweet, and gentle, and
just right for the situation. After a few seconds, Nagito put his head back in
the crook of Hajime’s neck, his eyes closing. They stayed there for a few
minutes, comfortable in the silence. Nagito inhaled gently, breathing in
Hajime’s scent. He smelled like the city- a billion different scents. He
smelled like the rush of the crowd, like the customers coming up to the
counters, like the bread burning in the oven.
“Oh, shit,” Nagito said suddenly, jumping up from the bed. He ran off- still
fully naked- to the kitchen. Hajime lifted his head up, his eyes floating down
as he watched Nagito walk away, his gaze admittedly focused on his ass. As
tired as he was, it was always a sight to see, and he would not be missing that
chance. He heard Nagito rushing in the kitchen, clanging around the oven and
pans to get the burning croutons. He closed his eyes again, chuckling quietly
to himself.
This boy was ridiculous, but he was his.
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Chapter End Notes
     I totally combined the first two because I'm a fuckin' rebel.
     This is kind of inspired by an ongoing roleplay with a friend of mine
     on Tumblr. The relationship dynamics are based on it, mostly.
     But yes I hope you enjoyed this disgustingly domestic first
     installment to this month of sin.
     The next prompt is:
     First Time Sex.
     I'd love to hear any comments and things you had on it yo. I hope you
     can enjoy the sins I am going to be committing this month for the
     sake of fictional characters.
***** Down to My Level - [First Time] *****
Chapter Summary
     Day Three: First Time
     I had planned this with him. It was not a heat of the moment thing.
     We had sat down and talked about this a week ago. We planned what we
     were going to do down to the last detail. So why was it that I’m
     shaking?
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Blowjobs, rimming, fingering, sex without a condom, biting,
     Nagito hating himself but that's normal tbh
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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I had planned this with him. It was not a heat of the moment thing. We had sat
down and talked about this a week ago. We planned what we were going to do down
to the last detail. So why was it that I’m shaking as I exit the bathroom that
connected to my bedroom, wearing only my lucky boxers? Why can I feel myself
shaking as I see Hajime, facing away from me on my bed, clad only in his
underwear?
He looks great. He always looked great, but he looked especiallygreat with no
clothes on. Hajime’s skin is flawless, tanned, beautiful. Even so, my heart is
still racing as I hop onto the bed, crawling up behind him. I grab his
shoulders from behind, resting my chin on top of one of my hands.
“I’m ready,” I say, kissing the side of his neck. I can feel him shudder
slightly at that- he was ridiculously sensitive. He turns around and I can see
that he is, unlike me, visiblynervous. Though I can do a pretty good job of
hiding what I’m feeling, Hajime was wearing it all out of his sleeve.
Well, if he had a shirt on to have sleeves. Ha.
I smiled at him, hoping that it would do something to calm him if he saw that I
wasn’t freaking out. He just stares at me for a moment before a nervous, shaky
smile appeared on his face. I felt my heart skip a beat at this- I never got
used to just how beautiful his smile was. Everything about him was just
beautiful.
It makes me wonder why he ever brought himself down to my level, down to
someone so ugly and unappealing. I don’t deservesomeone like Hajime. Sure, I
have my luck, but what is that compared to what Hajime has? Freedom, a great
personality, good looks…
Eh. Whatever. We are here right now. Iam here right now, with Hajime. Hajime,
who brought himself to my level just to make me happy… It makes me happy to
know that, and I’m happy to do anything to make him just as happy.
Which brings me to lean forward, pressing my lips against his. We have kissed
before, but I never could get used to how nice it felt. His lips are chapped,
but I don’t mind. They belong to Hajime, and that’s all that matters to me.
Slowly, he warms up to me, kissing me back sweetly. Though my eyes are closed,
I can feel him fidgeting around so that he is fully on the bed, facing me,
never breaking our kiss.
Heh, how sweet.
I can feel his strong hands grab my waist, his head turning slightly. He
squeezes my sides with his hands gently, and I can feel myself tensing a bit at
this- He had a habit of being very handsy. Even before now, he always would put
his hand on my thigh while we watched TV, massaged my shoulders while I cooked,
ran his hands over my stomach while we lay in bed together.
It was foreign to me. Not bad, per say, just a change of pace. I wasn’t used to
anyone touching me- Even my parents didn’t hug me.
Ugh, gross,I don’t want to think of my dead parents while I’m fucking Hajime.
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.
I decide to focus on kissing him back, my lips parting slightly. Hajime’s hands
have started trailing up my torso, his fingers ghosting over my stomach and
chest before going back down, ridiculous slow. It sent shivers up my spine to
be touched like that- How could something that simple be so erotic to me?
God, Hajime could do anything and I’d still react to it. I was thatinvested in
him.
Right now is no excuse either- I can hear some quiet, pleasurable noise escape
my lips into the kiss as he touched me. I move closer to Hajime, sitting on my
knees in front of him as my long arms wrap around his chest. I lean farther
into the kiss, my tongue flicking over Hajime’s lips, testing the waters. It’s
almost amusing to hear his little gasp of surprise, his own lips parting
against mine.
I start trailing my hand down Hajime’s chest, feeling the smooth skin under my
fingertips. Hajime is reallyhot- and I don’t mean looks this time. I can feel
the heat radiating from his skin, which is a huge difference from the natural
coldness I seem to emanate. I was always freezing, as Hajime liked to remind
me. He always flinched whenever I touched him, saying that it felt like I had
been holding onto a cold glass or something.
Ass.
Which, interesting enough, is what I feel Hajime’s hands moving towards. Cool.
His fingers are lightly trailing over the bones of my hips, moving to grab my
ass through my boxers.
“… Mm,” I kind of hum out. It was definitely odd. I didn’t mind, really- it was
kind of nice. Just feeling his warm hands squeezing through the fabric is odd.
My hips do, however, unintentionally push back into his grip, and I feel a
stirring at my groin. I take my lips off his, moving my head to trail kisses
down his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin lightly. I can hear Hajime let
out little breathy moans, one of his hands moving away from my ass to my head,
his fingers tangling themselves in my hair.
And now it’s my turn to moan as I feel him lightly pull the locks of my hair.
He knewhow it made me feel when people messed with my hair, and he was clearly
using that against me as I kissed his neck. I bit down a little harder than
usual, feeling him flinch. It only made him yank on my hair harder though, my
lips being brought away from his neck.
“A-ah! Hajime!” I exclaim, looking at him confusedly. He had a pout on his
face, though his hand did not move from my ass.
“You bit me,” He told me, as if I didn’t know. Clearly I would- I know what my
teeth did. I just gave him a little smirk, nodding.
“You pulled my hair. Now we’re even. Just lay down, yeah?” I suggested,
deciding to divert us from this conversation. I did not want to cause anything
right before anything actually happened. I heard Hajime grumble a bit, though
he did move to the head of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard.
Whenever he got comfortable, I went ahead and brought my hands to the waistband
of his boxers, already seeing through the tight fabric that he was slightly
hard just from me kissing his neck.
Ha, ha.
His eyes were locked on a spot on the bed as I pulled them down. All he did to
help was slightly lift his legs so I could get them off, though that was okay.
It wasn’t his job to do all the work. It was my job to make him feel good right
now, and I would do whatever to make sure that was the case. It was an honor,
anyway, for him to let someone as disgusting as me touch him like this.
As soon as I got his boxers off, my hand moved to wrap around his half-hard
dick.
“God, Nagito, your hands are cold.”
Thank you, Hajime. I wasn’t aware.
I didn’t respond out loud, though, deciding on just moving my hand, trying to
make him fully hard. It didn’t take long for this to happen, watching his dick
get larger in my hand. It was really strange to feel- I rarely touched myself,
so the feel of a hard dick was just foreign. Even so, it was nice to feel the
hot skin in my hand, and it was even nicer to hear Hajime start to breath
heavier, his hips lightly lifting off the bed to move into my hand. As my hand
moved down, his hips moved up. It was kind of hot, and I could feel my dick
starting to get harder.
Hajime had a nice dick. Is that weird to say? Probably. It was a little
average- probably about five and a half inches or so, though it had a nice
thickness to it. My fingertips could just touch as I stroked my hand on his
dick slowly. The skin on his dick was slightly darker than the rest of him- Was
that a thing that happened? Did he just have a dick tan? How do you get a dick
tan?
It doesn’t matter.
I shifted positions a bit so my head was between Hajime’s outstretched legs, my
mouth a few inches away from his dick. In all honesty, I had never sucked dick
before. This was going to be a learning experience for both of us.
I glanced up at Hajime, noticing this time that he was looking back down at me.
His tanned cheeks were flushed pink as he stared, the nervousness back, “… You
can go already.”
Great. My eyes went down, looking at his dick nervously. There was already a
bit of pre-cum coming from the tip, just from touching him with my hand. I
moved my head closer, my tongue flicking out to lap up the liquid. It wasn’t
that good- it tasted salty. My love for salty foods did not extend to blowjobs,
evidently. Hajime seemed to react to it, anyways, a sort of choked moan coming
from his throat.
My tongue continued to lick the head of his dick, eventually moving down his
shaft. I was a bit nervous to actually take his dick in my mouth- My gag reflex
was not that great, and I’d rather not choke on a dick. That’s a mood-killer,
for sure.
I just stuck to licking his dick all over for now, though Hajime still was
enjoying it, his breathy moans returning. I could see his hands clutching the
sheets hard, his knuckles white from how hard he was holding on. He needed to
chill, for sure.
I finally did, however, bring my mouth to the head of his dick, nervously
taking the first inch or two into my mouth. It was a really strange feeling- it
was hot, and tasted very unfamiliar. Even so, I kind of liked it. My mouth felt
full as my hand wrapped around what was not in my mouth. I heard Hajime let out
a much louder, almost surprised moan, his hand flashing to grab my hair.
I wasn’t about to bite his dick, though. I just let him grab it, moaning
quietly. I could feel myself getting harder by the second, and could hear
Hajime groan louder at the vibrations my moan sent around his dick. I hadn’t
even moved yet, and he was already feeling good. I took it upon myself to lift
my head slightly until just the tip was in my mouth, my fist connected to my
lips to stroke the slightly wetted skin that my mouth had just been around. I
brought my mouth back down, taking in another inch than before. My fist hit his
stomach, feeling the hair around his dick against my hand.
Hajime’s head fell back as his grip tightened on my hair. I shook my head side
to side for a second, urging him to take control. I felt as his hand lifted my
head up, my mouth popping off his dick for just a moment as he struggled to set
the pace for himself. I did keep my hand on his dick, though- Again, I was not
about to choke on a dick.
I felt his hand push my mouth back onto his dick, my tongue slipping past the
head as my mouth enveloped those some three inches of the dick I could handle.
I could hear him shakily moaning as he set a normal pace for himself. I was
happy to let him do this for himself- it wasn’t so bad to suck a dick,
apparently. He continued moving my head himself for about two minutes before
finally pulling it away.
“Why’d you stop?” I asked as if I wasn’t the one who had just had his dick in
my mouth.
“Because I’d rather not come just from a blowjob. I still want to, uh, fuck
you,” He told me. I felt a shudder run over me- it was incredibly hot to hear
him say that, though it was awkwardly phrased. My dick was now fully hard, too.
“Well, let’s do it, then,” I said, sitting up, “But I have to get the lube and
stuff. Just a minute.”
I hopped off the bed, feeling a bit awkward as my dick stood up in front of me.
I shuffled towards the bathroom, closing the door behind me. My eyes looked at
my body in the mirror- my hair seemed messier than usual, and my face was red.
I wasn’t trying to look at my dick, but it was right there- hard and standing
out against my skin. It was slightly larger than Hajime’s- six inches, maybe-
but not nearly as thick. That was alright, though. I didn’t really care.
I knelt down to the cabinet below, searching a bit for the bottle of lube and
box of condoms I had placed there. It seemed unnecessary to use a condom,
honestly- Neither of us had ever had sex. There wasn’t a risk of pregnancy, and
neither of us had any STIs or anything. I stared at the foil packet in my hand,
biting my lip.
It couldn’t hurt us to not use it, right?
Right.
I tossed the packet back into the box, exiting the bathroom with the bottle of
lube. I could see that Hajime had moved to the foot of the bed, waiting for me
to take my place. I got on the bed, sitting where Hajime had been before.
“So… do you want me to prepare myself, or…?” I asked, trailing off. I watched
Hajime’s face light up red as I asked this, shrugging.
“Uh, I’ll do it, I’ll, um, just let me,” He said, grabbing the bottle of lube
from my hand, “Get on your hands and knees, please.”
Oh. That wasn’t what I had in mind. I complied, though, turning over so that I
was facing the headboard. I felt exposed as hell in this position, and it was a
little embarrassing. I know that it seems ridiculous- I mean, we were going to
fuck anyways. It was just embarrassing to expose myself like this-
Woah.
I shuddered as I felt something warm against my entrance. My head falls down,
and I can see, upside down and through my legs, Hajime’s hands spreading my ass
and his tongue flicking out to lick my entrance.
Fuck,he didn’t tell me he was going to do that. I felt filthy- this was so
taboo,it was wrong.
But, damn it, it felt good. I resisted the urge to push my hips back onto his
mouth, an embarrassingly high pitched moan coming out of my mouth. My eyes
clenched shut as I felt Hajime’s tongue continue to lick the sensitive area, my
face burning. I had expected him to just prepare me with his fingers, so this
was a complete shock.
“A-ah!” I yelped as I felt his tongue pushing into my entrance, my head flying
up, my back arching. The sudden penetration was surprising, certainly, but it
felt amazing.My hips pushed back, his tongue delving deeper into the ring of
muscle. I could feel his head moving back and forth, effectively fucking me
with his tongue. My moans grew louder, and I had to seriously resist the urge
to touch myself. My hands were scratching against the bedsheets, my breathing
getting heavier my the second.
I felt Hajime’s lubricated finger soon join his tongue, pushing in and out of
my hole at a slightly fast pace. I kept my mouth shut- it may have been a bit
uncomfortable, but the pleasure was quickly overriding that. He continued doing
this, adding another finger, and then another, until my thighs were shaking so
bad I could hardly hold myself up. His other hand had a tight grip on my hips
as I ground my hips back against his tongue and fingers, high pitched whimpers
leaving my mouth.
When he pulled away, my thighs finally gave out, collapsing to the side, my
breath heavy. I had never in my lifefelt something like that, and I wanted to
keep going, but I knew Hajime was ready to fuck me. The prospect of his dick
being inme was becoming more appealing by the second- the sensation of being
fucked with just his fingers and tongue was already amazing.
I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs for Hajime, “You didn’t tell me that
you were gonna do that. I’m a bit embarrassed that all I gave you was a
blowjob.”
“No, the blowjob was fine… I mean, it was great. It felt great! Just, don’t
worry about it. I liked doing that too,” He said, mumbling towards the end. I
watched his hand spread some lube over his dick as he spoke, shivering in
anticipation.
When he was done, he moved so that he could hold himself up over my me, his
dick hitting against my ass in the process. His face was only a couple of
inches from mine, his eyes staring directly into mine, “Are... are you sure you
want to do this?” He asked, an obvious nervous edge to his voice.
In response, one of my hands went to the back of his head, pulling it towards
me as I kissed him again. I felt his hips shift as he lined his dick up with my
entrance, and then-
Fuck.
If I had thought his fingers were good, I didn’t even know what goodwas. I
could feel his dick stretching me out, pushing into me almost annoyingly slow,
and it felt beyondgood. It was a foreign sensation, no doubt, but I found
myself moaning loudly into our kiss, my fingers gripping the back of his head
tighter. I could hear Hajime groaning too, pulling away from our kiss.
His head flashed down to where he was entering me, watching for a second before
looking back up, “Are, are you okay?” He asked, hardly able to choke it out
through his moans.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, just pleasehurry up and put it all the way in,” I say,
even surprising myselfat how needy I sounded. The voice was hardly recognizable
as mine- heavy with lust, diluted with heavy breathing and moans.
Hajime did comply, anyways, pushing in all the way. I could feel his thighs
connected with the back of mine as he hit the hilt, my eyes shutting for a
moment at the sensation. I felt full, complete, amazing. I didn’t expect to
feel this great- I only had wanted for Hajime to feel as good as possible, but
now Iwas benefiting from it.
I also noticed that Hajime wasn’t moving. Once he had pushed in, he stopped. I
opened my eyes curiously, realizing that he was staring straight at me.
“… Yeah?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. I didn’t know whyhe wasn’t moving.
“… Can I go?’
“… Yeah. Please,” I said, at sort of a loss. I felt him pull almost all the way
out before pushing back in. He was taking a ridiculously slow time, and I let
out a whimper, tossing my head back slightly, “You don’t have to go so slow,
Hajime.”
I pulled his head back down to kiss me again, feeling him pull back out and in,
going slightly faster this time. He gradually picked up speed, eventually
getting to a moderate pace that was comfortable to both of us. I could hear
myself moaning loudly, my arms wrapping around Hajime to hold as close as
possible. His head had nuzzled in the crook of my neck, and I could feel the
vibrations from the moans he was trying hard to control.
“Stop, ah, stop trying to be silent, mm,I want to, hah,hear you,” I groaned
into his ear, pushing my hips to meet his thrusts. Taking his head away, the
air was filled with the sound of his hips slapping against the back of my
thighs and our moans. Even through the frenzied, lustful mood, it was perfect.
It was both of our first times, and I couldn’t imagine having spent it with
anyone else.
Though I was Hajime had better people to lose his virginity to, though. He
seemed to be enjoying himself, anyways. I noticed that his pace had sped up
suddenly in the past second, his teeth sinking into my collarbone.
“Ow!” I yelped, mostly at the bite. He looked at his face, beautiful and
flushed, raising an eyebrow, “What the hell was that for?”
“Payback,” He muttered, though he was smiling. He thrust in, hard, as he saw
that we now had eye contact. I let out a loud moan, tossing my head back. He
was clearly getting more confident in himself, and I lovedit.
I groaned even louder when I felt Hajime’s hot hand wrap around my dick,
stroking it at the same pace as his thrusts. I was already feeling good enough
just from being fucked by him, but now this was starting to send me over the
edge.
I made eye contact with Hajime again, noticing that his thrusting was becoming
more erratic and frantic. His eyes closed tightly shut, “Ah, fuck, Nagito, I’m
close.”
It was beyond strange hearing him say that. My head fell back, pulling his head
closer to mine so that our noses were touching, “Go, then.”
I wrapped my legs around him at this point, effectively forcing him to come
inside of me, now. He looked a bit nervous, but I thought nothing of it- I knew
that he was fine, I knew that he was close, and I knew that I wanted him more
than anything right now.
“Aah, fuck,” I heard him moan out before feeling him stop moving, his entire
body going rigid as he came. His hand didn’t stop moving on my dick, and I
could feel myself about to come.
“Keep, keep fucking me,” I growled out, far beyond the point where I could feel
embarrassed. He started moving his hips again, the sensitivity probably far
beyond what he had handled before. His hand kept moving, his thumb rolling over
the head as my thighs tightened, holding him against me, and god it felt so
good to have him inside me, and fuck, fuck, I’m so close, just a little bit,
fuck, fuck.
“Mm, ahh!” I groaned, my back arching up as I came. My eyes closed as I
connected my lips with Hajime’s, still fucking myself on his dick as I rode out
my orgasm. My entire body felt amazing, and I could hear Hajime’s whimpering
moans as we kissed, my come sticky on both of our stomachs and his hand.
When I finally stopped moving, Hajime went limp on top of me, our lips still
connected, though we weren’t really kissing anymore. He stayed there for a
moment before rolling off onto his back.
“… God. I didn’t mean to be… I didn’t mean to go so fast. Are you okay?” Hajime
asked, his head turning to look at me. I smiled shyly back at him, my cheeks
painted a light pink.
“I’ve never been better,” I said, honestly. My body was a bit sore, and my
chest hurt from the exertion, but I couldn’t ask for anything else. I had just
lost my virginity to Hajime, the boy I had loved for so long. The only boy who
could bring himself down so low just for my sake.
I was too lucky.
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Chapter End Notes
     HOLY FUCK THAT WAS LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO BE
     I wrote 4008 words for that cries
     Anyways I hope you enjoy. I don't know why I wrote this in first
     person but it was actually interesting? IDK I hope you all don't
     mind.
     Tomorrow's prompt: Masturbation.
     Dis gon' be good.
     As usual, feel free to comment any critiques or anything you have! <3
***** Filthy - [Masturbation] *****
Chapter Summary
     Day Four: Masturbation
     He didn’t want to make a noise- if he was caught, he was certain he
     would be expelled, and be labelled the pervert who jerked off in the
     bathroom of Hope’s Peak Academy.
     Ugh.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Degradation kink, public masturbation, come eating. It's a
     lil fucked up.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Hajime!” Nagito called out to the boy in question, causing his head to spring
up. Hajime caught sight of the lucky boy, though something was definitely
different. Instead of his usual mop of curly, tangled hair, Hajime saw his hair
totally brushed out, straightened, and pulled back into a ponytail.
“… What the hell, Nagito?” He exclaimed once he caught his bearings, his hands
animatedly moving as he spoke, “Why is your hair like that?”
“Well, we were in class, and Emmet said he wanted to do my hair, so I let him.
Why, do you not like it?” Hajime listened to Nagito explain. He vaguely
recognized the name- wasn’t Emmet the Ultimate Hairdresser? – so it made
sensewhy he would ask to do Nagito’s hair, but it was still strange
nonetheless.
It’s really hot, too.
Hajime started a bit at his own thought. How could hairbe hot?
No, no, it wasn’t Nagito’s hair that was attractive to him- It was the fact
that, with his clean, straight, pulled back hair, Nagito looked even prettier
than normal. His features were more exposed with none of his hair obstructing
his face, and it just called attention to the fact that Nagito was absolutely
beautiful. Hajime shuddered a little bit at this thought, feeling somethingin
the pit of his stomach.
“Well, it… it looks nice, I guess. Just sit down. I’m hungry,” He rushed out,
squirming in his seat as Nagito sat down across from him. He knewthis feeling-
It was not the first time he had gotten hard at school, but it never was a
comfortable sensation. He stared at Nagito as he got his own food out,
seemingly unaware that Hajime was even watching him.
“I’m glad you like it. People have been complimenting me a lot on it- Imagine
that! Ultimates actually acknowledging someone like me. It makes me feel all
tingly,” Nagito said. Hajime just nodded as he shoved his sandwich into his
mouth, taking a bite quickly. He had gotten so used to Nagito putting himself
down that he hardly replied anymore.
He had more important problems anyway. He quickly shoved the rest of the
sandwich in his mouth, chewing as he grabbed his bag. When he swallowed, he put
the bag in front of his crotch, standing up from the table, “Yeah, yeah, that’s
crazy, huh? But you look fine, don’t worry, but I need to go right now.”
He started abruptly walking away from the table, calling over his shoulder,
“See you later! Have a good rest of the day!” He picked up the pace, hearing
Nagito confusedly and almost disappointedly saying goodbye.
He couldn’t really care right now, though, that he disappointed Nagito. It was
lunchtime right now, and he knew most of the other students in the Reserve
Course would be outside eating. It was nice weather right now, so no one really
wasted a chance to be outside.
Normally, Hajime wouldn’t either. For now, though, he knew he had to go inside.
He made a beeline for the bathroom nearest to the entrance, trying hard not to
make eye contact with the few teachers and students who still were in the
building.
He opened the door to the bathroom, listening to hear if anyone was in there.
After deciding that it was only him, he rushed to the stall farthest away from
the door, locking the door behind him as he entered. Though he was just a
Reserve Course student, they were still connected to Hope’s Peak Academy, and
in turn got all the same amenities. There facilities were just as nice and
clean as the main building, which Hajime felt rather lucky for.
God knows he already felt dirty enough for what he was doing. He sat down on
the closed toilet seat, wasting no time in undoing his belt, yanking his
trousers down to his ankles. He looked down at his underwear, seeing what he
had already felt- he was completely hard. He resisted the urge to groan
embarrassedly. He didn’t want to make a noise- if he was caught, he was certain
he would be expelled, and be labelled the pervert who jerked off in the
bathroom of Hope’s Peak Academy.
Ugh.
His underwear went down to his ankles as well, and his cock sprang free. His
winced a bit as it made contact with the cool air, wrapping his hand around it.
He closed his eyes, trying his best to imagine Nagito’s face. He could picture
his pale, feminine features, with his new pulled back, straight hair, and it
was enough to make him start stroking his hand up and down his cock, slowly at
first.
Hajime, you’re filthy. I can’t believe you would do this!He heard his
imagination-Nagito say disgustedly. He bit down on his lip as his hand picked
up speed.
God, you disgusting Reserve Course students. I shouldn’t have it put it past
you. You deserve to be caught so that people can realize you’re just a
worthless slut.
Hajime brought his hand up to his mouth, licking it. Spit would have to work
for now. He brought his hand back down to his cock, a choked noise coming from
his throat as he started jerking himself faster.
Mm, you couldn’t have waited until you got home? Filthy whore. I could have
done this to you myself, though I’m sure that’s what you’re imagining.
Hajime realized that he was bucking his hips up to meet his fist, small noises
coming from his mouth. He brought his free hand up, biting down hard to silence
himself. The image of Nagito in his head, degrading him, was getting him going
much more than he would have expected.
Whatever. You just can’t help yourself, huh? You have no self-control, right?
You’re no better than any other teenage boy. I expected more from you.
Hajime bit down harder, his hand going at a ridiculously fast speed. He had
just started some two minutes ago, and already he was feeling ready to let go.
He lifted his shirt up, biting it in between his teeth. He was notabout to come
on his school uniform.
Already? God, you really are such a teenage boy. You can’t last even five
minutes.
Goddamn it. Hajime could feel his stomach muscles starting to contract, a fuzzy
feeling in his crotch. His cock felt so good, though. He knew this was wrong,
but he could see Nagito in his mind, angry, naked, beautiful.
You might as well come. Disgusting fucking Reserve Course student.
“Nh!” Hajime let out through his teeth as he came, his come spurting out onto
his thankfully bare stomach, his head flying back. He felt the cold tile
against his head as his hand continued moving, milking his orgasm for all it
was worth. His hips rolled up towards his hand, making his hand sticky.
His breathing was heavy as he finally finished. He let his hand out of his
mouth, seeing that he had deep bite marks from where he was trying to silence
himself. His other hand was completely sticky, covered in the results of his
fantasies.
He felt disgusting. But he felt amazing. Nagito would never speak to him like
that. He was just too kind. Hajime brought his sticky hand up to his mouth,
licking it curiously. The taste was unpleasant, salty, but he knew he deserved
it. He deserved to have to lap up his come. He deserved to feel bad that he had
even done this, to have done something so shameful in the bathroom of the
school he admired so greatly.
You made the mess. You clean it up. I don’t want you to waste any of it. Maybe,
if you’re lucky, I’ll do that for you next time.
Filthy pervert.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Remember when this fanfiction was cute?
     Sorry.
     Yeah, come through degradation kink.
     Also I totally have the cute headcanon that Nagito still comes to eat
     lunch with Hajime at the Reserve Course building every day, even
     though he's an Ultimate. That's one cute thing that can come from
     this slightly fucked up chapter.
     SO sorry if this kind of thing isn't your cup of tea! I promise that
     it won't be this way for every chapter.
     As usual, put your critiques and such in the comments. Also, I have
     been reading/replying to all of your comments and I cannot tell you
     how much I appreciate them all! You all make me want to keep writing
     this fic, and it makes me so happy to know you enjoy it. I'm going to
     stick with this until the end for all of you! <3
     Next prompt: Blowjobs.
     This next one is also going to be the first chapter that isn't
     KomaHina! But both Komaeda and Hinata still show up. Only one of them
     is actually doing anything sexual though. You make your guesses.
     Bye!
***** Wrong - [Blowjobs] *****
Chapter Summary
     Day Five - Blowjobs
     Their relationship was an illicit one, one that could ruin the
     reputation of both parties involved if discovered, but Jin could
     never find it within himself to resist Nagito, whenever he looked at
     him so lovingly and adoringly like he was the only person in the
     world.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Underage sex, blowjobs, sex with another person in the room,
     Headmaster/Student relationship.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The office was filled with the sounds of quiet, breathy moans and smacking lips
as Nagito Komaeda, the Ultimate Lucky Student, sat straddling the lap of Jin
Kirigiri, Headmaster of Hope’s Peak Academy. Their relationship was an illicit
one, one that could ruin the reputation of both parties involved if discovered,
but Jin could never find it within himself to resist Nagito, whenever he looked
at him so lovingly and adoringly like he was the only person in the world.
It made Jin cringe just to think of it- Nagito was only seventeen. Jin was a
thirty-two-year-old man.  Even so, he could not deny how good it felt to grind
up against the fabric of Nagito’s uniform, hearing the white-haired boy's gasps
and whimpers and moans in his ear as they tried to keep their voices down.
Their activities were interrupted, however, at the sound of a knock on the
door. Nagito went rigid in Jin’s lap, yanking his lips off of Jin’s. Jin stared
back at him, frightened for a moment before grabbing him by the shoulders,
pushing him down so he could get under the grand desk that sat in front of him.
Nagito crawled into the space underneath it, feeling lucky that there was no
opening where whoever was at the door could see his feet or anything.
“Come in,” Jin called out gruffly, grabbing a pen as if to make to it look like
he had been doing something other than making out with one of his students. The
door opened, and a boy who Jin had only seen in pictures entered. He placed the
pen on his desk, nodding his head. He was stupid to have forgotten that he had
made this appointment today- it was on all of his calendars, and he had done
everything to remember.
Poor Nagito, He thought, his eyes flashing down for just a second to see the
white-haired boy looking up at him, a stupidly earnest smile on his face. Jin
knew that this meeting would not be a quick one, so he lamented the fact that
Nagito would have to be so uncomfortable under the desk for so long. Jin rolled
his chair up slightly, forcing Nagito to move further beneath the desk.
“Hajime, hello,” Jin greeted, a polite yet formal smile on his face. He
motioned to the chair on the opposite side of the desk, “Take a seat, please.”
The boy obeyed, smiling nervously as he took a seat, “Yes, good morning,
Headmaster Kirigiri. Thank you for agreeing to talk to me.”
Jin nodded, flinching slightly. His eyes flashed down once more- Nagito’s hand
had slipped up to lay on his inner thigh. His eyes went back up in only a
second, clearing his throat, “Well, of course. You arestill my student, after
all, and it’s my responsibility to indulge in anything my students have to do-
ahem, pardon,say to me.”
One of Jin’s hands slipped down beneath the desk, smacking Nagito’s head
gently. He could feel the boy’s cheek nuzzling against his thigh. The fact that
he was already hard from before was nothelping anything. Nagito’s hand had
since moved to stroking Jin’s dick through his pants, and Jin inhaled sharply
at this, his head tilting to the side.
“Right, of course. I wanted to speak to you about… well, on behalf of the
Reserve Course, really,” Jin heard Hajime say, watching as the brunet bit down
on his lip nervously, “I’ve been talking to some of my classmates, see, and
some of us were feeling a little frustrated that we don’t have access to all
the same facilities as the main course students.”
“Mm,” Jin let out, attempting to disguise it as a sound of thought. Nagito had
unzipped his trousers, pulling his cock out through his underwear, beginning to
stroke it slowly beneath the desk. Jin moved his foot slightly, hitting it
against Nagito’s knee.
“Some of the same facilities? Ah, like what?” Jin asked, tilting his head. He
could feel Nagito’s breath, hot against his dick, and it was getting extremely
hard to concentrate on the conversation at hand. His foot found the boy’s hand
on the ground, and Jin tapped his foot on it at hard as he felt comfortable
doing. He heard a miniscule grunt of discontent from Nagito, and then.
Damn it.
Jin’s hand balled up into a fist as he felt Nagito’s hot mouth take in his
cock. Fuck, he had another student in here, and this was completely
inappropriate.
Yet he was still completely hard as Nagito began bobbing his head on his dick.
Damn this kid.
“Yes, sir. We have just noticed that we don’t have access to things like the
fancier lunchrooms, the nicer bathrooms, dorms, and- uh, sir? Are you alright?”
Hajime asked, tilting his head. At the moment, Jin could feel that his face was
burning red. Beneath the desk, Nagito had begun hollowing out his cheeks, his
tongue lapping against his dick, sucking his dick as quietly as possible. Jin
felt like he had superhuman hearing, trying his best to see if Nagito was
making any noise to alert Hajime to his presence.
“Ahem, yes, I’m fine. Please, go on,” He said, his fingers drumming nervously
against the desk, and half-hearted smile on his face.
“… Right. As I was getting to, I was wondering if we could either have access
to these facilities from here-on out, or if you could offer up an alternative
solution to make things a little fairer. After all, we do pay a good amount of
money to attend this school,” Hajime said, his voice quieting as he reached the
end.
Normally, this would have ticked Jin off. The Headmaster was, however, much too
distracted to accurately register what Hajime was saying. Nagito was now being
a bit bolder with his movements, tonguing the head of his dick greedily, his
eyes staring up in any attempt to get his beloved Headmaster to look at him.
Jin did not, of course, and did his best to maintain eye contact with Hajime.
“Ah, well, Mister Hinata, this is ma-hah-tter that requires greater attention,
indeed,” Jin said, feeling his stomach muscles beginning to contract as he
neared his climax. It was ridiculoushow quickly Nagito could bring him there,
but Jin could not deny how erotic he found this situation. Just feeling Nagito
so happily sucking him, licking him, stroking him was enough to-
Jin choked back a moan as he released into Nagito’s mouth, his eyes shutting
for a second as he nodded in mock thought.
“I will speak to the rest of the staff on this matter as soon as I can. Thank
you,” He said in the steadiest voice he could, his eyes still shut. He heard
Hajime thank him, surprised, and shuffle out the door. The moment he heard the
lock click, he pushed back from the desk, looking down at Nagito like he was
crazy.
“Nagito,seriously?” He asked, his eyes wide with fear and just the slightest
hint of anger, “You’re crazy.What if Hajime would have caught you, hm? Do you
know what that could do to both of us?”
Nagito just stared up at Jin, licking his lips innocently as he tilted his
head, “Then he could have joined us, yeah?”
“N… No,” Jin said, ashamed that he even had to hesitate to say that. He locked
eyes with Nagito sternly, shaking his head.
I hate this kid.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the lateness and lazy smut writing :')
     I have been super busy and I hate that I am now two days behind, but
     I hope you can enjoy this kind of short chapter.
     Next prompt: Clothed getting off.
     As usual, feel free to leave critiques and comments down below! Don't
     go in too hard on me for this chapter :')
***** Stalls - [Clothed Sex] *****
Chapter Summary
     Day Six - Clothed Sex
     It pissed him off that he couldn’t help but fantasize about what he
     could do to him. It pissed him off that he had spent so many nights
     alone in his cottage with Nagito’s name heavily, guiltily on his
     lips.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Rough sex, clothed grinding, lots of focus on Nagito's ass,
     come eating again woah, dubious consent, Nagito being generally
     uninterested in what's going on.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Nagito Komaeda was nothing but trouble. Souda Kazuichi knew that.
That’s why it made him so angry that he found the lucky boy so attractive.
Nagito was dangerous and crazy, and Souda knew that, and it pissed him off that
he couldn’t help himself but to feel somethingaround Nagito. It pissed him off
that he couldn’t help but fantasize about what he could do to him. It pissed
him off that he had spent so many nights alone in his cottage with Nagito’s
name heavily, guiltily on his lips.
Souda was brooding in this anger as he walked through the streets on the fifth
island. After Nekomaru’s trial- an awful situation in itself- Monomi had beat
whatever Monobeast that was blocking the bridge. Souda hated this island more
than the rest- even in the mechanical setting that would normally excite him,
it gave him the creeps.
The worst part, to him, was the street filled with the vendors stands, which he
now was walking down. It made him uncomfortable and ache to see something so
familiar in a setting like this. It was eerie to see the pure emptiness when he
could just imagine this street bustling with people.
“Hello.”
“WAAAAAAAH!” Souda screamed, stumbling backwards and falling onto his ass. His
eyes scanned up the body of the person in front of him, eventually landing on
the murky green eyes of Nagito. Great. He was already acting creepy enough
without having to sneak up on him like that.
“Jeez, Nagito! Don’t jump out at me like that!”
“… Jump out? I’ve been standing in this one place the entire time.”
“… Well, you just started talkin’ to me all of the sudden!” Souda complained,
as he stood up, wiping the dirt off the back of his jumpsuit.
“I assumed you had seen me… though it’s not surprising that you wouldn’t notice
someone like me.”
Ugh, there he went again with that shit. It annoyed Souda to no end- Nagito
sounded like a broken record, constantly talking about hope and being below
them and shit.
Though I could use that, right?
Souda jumped slightly at his own thought as he locked eyes with Nagito again.
It… it wasn’t such a bad idea, right? Nagito would do pretty much anything to
please an Ultimate, so…
“… So. You, uh, turn around. Face that stand,” Souda blurted out, his hand
pointing towards the vendor behind Nagito. The lucky boy tilted his head
slightly, clearly confused.
“Uh, okay,” Nagito said as he turned around. He hunched over slightly, drumming
his fingers on the counter of the stand, “Why did you make me turn around?
Could you not stand to look at my disgusting face anymore?”
“Sh-shut up with that! Now!” Souda ordered weakly, not wanting his self-
deprecation to ruin this moment. Souda could already feel his cock getting
slightly hard in his jumpsuit. He heard Nagito sigh, though the boy didn’t say
anything else.
“Take off your jacket.”
Nagito complied warily, putting it on the counter next to him. Souda’s eyes
went down his back, landing on Nagito’s ass.
Woah.
Nagito was pretty skinny, which was obvious enough from looking at the rest of
his body. Even so, Souda couldn’t believehow tightly the fabric of Nagito’s
jeans fit against his ass. He felt more blood rushing to his dick as he stepped
forward, reaching his hand out to tentatively touch his ass.
He heard Nagito’s breath hitch slightly, though he didn’t say anything. Souda’s
fingers slipped into the back pocket of Nagito’s jeans, cupping his ass through
the fabric. He squeezed gently, shivering slightly. It felt like a sudden draft
had swept through the empty streets.
“… W… Why are you touching my ass?” He heard Nagito say, his head turning to
look over his shoulder at the pink-haired mechanic. Souda stared at him, his
hand still in his back pocket, unsure of what to say.
“… Because it’s… nice. And round. And I wanted to touch it, okay! Shut up!
You’re lucky an Ul-ultimate like me even wants to touch you!” Souda stammered
out, his free hand slapping against Nagito’s ass.
“A-ah!” Nagito moaned out gently, his head shooting around to face away from
Souda as his back arched. Souda stared at the back of his head confusedly for a
moment, quickly catching on to the fact that Nagito hadjust moaned after he
spanked him.
Ugh, that sounded gross. But… Souda liked it.
He stepped forward, pressing his crotch against Nagito’s ass, grinding his hard
cock against Nagito’s ass. He exhaled heavily, his hands gripping onto Nagito’s
shoulders. Nagito stayed totally silent, his hands propping himself up against
the counter.
Souda kept pushing against him, feeling the unpleasant roughness of his
jumpsuit against his cock. He stepped back, hastily unzipping the jumpsuit so
that he was in his dirty white tee shirt and lucky boxers. The yellow fabric
pooled around his ankles as he pushed his hips back against Nagito’s ass,
turning his grinding into a full on sloppy humping. Souda’s breathing was
pretty heavy as his fist balled up against the fabric of Nagito’s shirt, though
Nagito still just stayed silent.
“T-Take off your pants! Now!” Souda ordered, stepping back. His cock was
straining against the fabric of his boxers, but he just couldn’t wait and deal
with having to prepare Nagito and shit like that. Nagito complied with his
order, yanking his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.
“I… feel a bit exposed like this.”
“… Okay,” Souda said awkwardly, not really caring. His hands cupped Nagito’s
ass, squeezing it roughly. For Nagito’s size, it was surprisingly plump. It was
super pale, but Nagitowas pale, so it wasn’t that surprisingly.
Souda moved forward, positioning his still-clothed dick between each of the
round globes of his ass, his fingers gripping tightly into the thickness of it.
He ground his hips up, humping up in between them, squeezing them together as
much as possible to get the sensation of the friction.
“Ah, ah, ah, fuck, Nagito,” Souda moaned, slapping his ass harder this time.
Nagito’s breath hitched, his hips involuntarily pushing back against Souda’s
dick. Souda watched proudly as a red handprint appeared on the pale white skin.
It was almost embarrassing- Here Souda was, his jumpsuit around his ankles,
humping a half clothed Nagito in public with the horniness of a teenage boy-
though, technically, he wasa horny teenage boy.
He couldn’t even act like something else was happening if someone walked up- it
was obvious that something was happening, no matter how you looked at it. Souda
could not have physical cared less though as he pounded his hips against
Nagito’s ass, his hand routinely slapping the skin, watching his ass jiggle
with each slap.
Souda felt the familiar sensation building up in his stomach, moving one hand
to grab Nagito by the back of his hair. He pushed him down to his knees so
Nagito was facing him, hastily pulling his cock out of his underwear. His hand
furiously pumped at his dick, his free hand forcing Nagito’s face to stay in
front of his dick.
Nagito stared up at him blankly, his mouth lazily hanging open. He looked
almost bored with this, though Souda didn’t really notice. He shoved his cock
into Nagito’s mouth, watching his eyes widen as Souda starting thrusting his
hips into his mouth, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of Nagito’s
throat. Nagito didn’t gag or anything, though, which surprised Souda. It took
him approximately four seconds to come into Nagito’s mouth, shoving his cock
all the way, forcing the lucky boy to swallow all of his come.
“Mm, fuck,you like that, don’t you?” He muttered, thrusting a few more times
into Nagito’s mouth before releasing his grip. Nagito fell back, his head
thudding against the wooden stall as he sat down. He licked his lips curiously,
his eyes not connecting with Souda’s.
Souda stood awkwardly for a moment, his cock hanging out of the top of his
underwear, before tucking himself back in, pulling on and zipping up his
jumpsuit quickly.
“… D-don’t tell anyone about that! ‘Cause… ‘cause you’re gonna be my little
fucktoynow. I, uh, expect to see you here tomorrow, same place, and maybe I’ll
let you get fucked by me,” Souda said, trying his best to sound dominant.
Nagito just nodded, his hard cock sticking up in his lap.
“B-but you’re gonna come for me. Right now,” Souda said nervously, his eyes
locked on Nagito’s dick. He watched as Nagito tentatively wrapped his fist
around his cock, jerking himself off at a slightly fast pace. Nagito slowly
looked up, locking eyes with Souda.
It all happened so fast, Souda hardly realized what was happening. Nagito’s
hand wrapped around his collar, pushing Souda to the ground. His right hand
continued to quickly stroke his cock as his left hand held Souda down. His eyes
stayed locked on Souda’s, though both boys stayed completely silent.
It took no time at all for Nagito to straddle Souda’s chest, releasing his load
all over Souda’s face. Souda’s eyes shut quickly as he felt Nagito’s hot come
splatter against his skin.
“W-what the fuck!”
“I’m notgoing to be your fucktoy. Get that idea out of your mind right now. I
expect to see youhere at the same place tomorrow. Maybe I’ll let youfuck me.”
Nagito spat out before standing, yanking his trousers up before stomping off.
It was totally unexpected, and Souda had no idea what to do for a moment. He
slowly stood up, noticing that Nagito had left his jacket behind. He touched
it, feeling the rough fabric against his fingers.
He was, like, 90% sure he had just become a dildo. A dildo with a soul.
If it meant he could fuck Nagito, though, he was fine with that.
Chapter End Notes
     YEAH OKAY SO I KNOW THEY WEREN'T CLOTHED THE WHOLE TIME BUT THIS IS
     WHAT I WROTE.
     This chapter is kind of awkward, I know, but I was trying to keep in
     mind that Souda is an awkward, horny, teenage boy. So yeah.
     Next prompt: Semi-clothed sex.
     I'm super excited about this next chapter.
     Per usual, comments and critiques are always welcome down below.
     Thanks for reading!
***** Partner Up - [Semi-Clothed Sex] *****
Chapter Summary
     Day Seven - Semi-clothed sex.
     Pairing: Komaeda Nagito x Hinata Hajime
     Hajime stared at the messy-haired boy in front of him. Nagito and he
     had shared little more than casual ‘hellos’ and whatnot- Just little
     enough that them pairing up would be awkward. Even so, what people
     were left were not much better than Nagito.
Chapter Notes
     Contains: Handjobs in class, more description of the Komaedass,
     temporary masturbation in class, making out in a bathroom. The usual
     suspects I guess.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Pair up for this project. I’m going to let you choose your partners. You have
thirty seconds.”
Hajime looked up from his desk, feeling that familiar sensation of anxiety. He
saw the usual suspects immediately floating together, and the casual
acquaintances pairing up once their best friends got with other people. Hajime,
however, had no one in particular he could pair up with.
Until he walked up.
“… You don’t have anyone. Mind if I pair up with you?” Nagito asked, tilting
his head, “I promise I won’t bother you too much.”
Hajime stared at the messy-haired boy in front of him. Nagito and he had shared
little more than casual ‘hellos’ and whatnot- Just little enough that them
pairing up would be awkward. Even so, what people were left were not much
better than Nagito.
“Uh, sure,” Hajime agreed. Nagito waspretty smart, after all, and it certainly
wouldn’t hurt Hajime’s grade to pair up with the smart kid.
“Awesome!” Nagito exclaimed, his pale face brightening up with a smile, “I
swear I’ll make it worth your while.”
Hajime thought this was a bit of a strange way to phrase it, but he didn’t
elaborate on the comment. Nagito squeezed into the chair in the little table in
the back corner of the room that was Hajime’s usual seat. He put his books on
the table, his attention turning to the teacher continuing to give instruction
in the front. Hajime’s eyes, however, were studying his face. Nagito was a
strange one- Apparently, being around him was like having a bad luck charm. His
friends practically swapped horror stories of bad things that happened when
Nagito was around. Even so, Nagito didn’t seem like the type who could do any
harm. He seemed pretty weak physically, and was always kind as could be to
everyone.
Hajime jumped slightly as his thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a
hand on his thigh. His eyes moved to look at his lap, seeing Nagito’s pale hand
standing out against the black fabric of his trousers. His fingers didn’t move
at all- His hand just stayed still on his thigh. Hajime shifted slightly, his
right hand making a motion to move Nagito’s hand. It stopped, however, as
Hajime thought- Nagito wasn’t doing any harm, was he? If he went too far,
Hajime could always stop him, right?
Hajime tried his best to turn his attention to the sound of his teacher droning
on about their project. He felt Nagito’s hand move farther inwards, his fingers
lightly stroking Hajime’s inner thigh. Hajime felt what was like a bolt of
electricity in his stomach, his soft cock getting only the slightest bit
harder. He looked to the side, though Nagito’s eyes were still locked on the
teacher, his head tilted slightly to the left in concentration. His hand
continued to rub Hajime’s thigh through the fabric.
The brunette shifted yet again in his seat. His cock was already reacting to
the touch- Hajime had always known he was attracted to other guys, but he had
only ever done anything physical with girls. It wasn’t anything serious- A
handjob once or twice, and a blowjob only once, though that had been incredibly
awkward.
Hajime’s face flared up red as he felt Nagito’s fingers ghost over the zipper
of his trousers, pulling it down almost teasingly slow. His thin fingers
slipped into the opened zipper, massaging Hajime’s cock. Hajime swallowed as he
felt his cock hardening in his underwear. It was embarrassing and wrong- this
was a classroom. There were people around them. However, Nagito was moving his
hand in a way that was unnoticeable above the table. Hajime felt grateful that
there was a panel in the front of the table down to the floor- no one could see
what was going on from the front, at least.
All the worries left Hajime’s mind as Nagito eased his cock out of his
underwear. Hajime shivered as his hot cock hit the cool air of the classroom.
He could see Nagito’s eyes widen as he felt it. Hajime was big- eight inches,
in fact. Nagito clearly had not expected this, though his face quickly
neutralized again as his cold fingers wrapped around the shaft. Hajime inhaled
sharply, quietly as Nagito did this.
“Mister Komaeda, could you remind the class what the due date for this project
is, please?”
Nagito paused, smiling as if he didn’t have an eight-inch dick in his hand
under his desk, “Of course. It’s due on September 9th. However, we’re allowed
to turn it in early, should we finish it before the due date.”
Hajime’s hands were folded in front of his mouth. He could not even imagine how
Nagito could act so nonchalant in a situation like this. His hips rolled up in
a miniscule motion, trying to urge in the most inconspicuous way possible that
Nagito could move his hand.
“Very good. Anyways, class, as I was saying…”
As the teacher continued speaking, Nagito’s hand went to work. He only moved
his hand at the wrist, though his grip was a bit tighter than he would normally
use. He pumped Hajime’s cock slowly, enjoying the feeling of his hot skin
juxtaposed against his cold fingers.
“Mn,” Hajime let out almost silently, his eyes fluttering shut for just a
second. He hadn’t had someone touch him in so long. Once Hajime thought about
it, Nagito was actually rather attractive. He had a very pretty face, and his
hair looked soft as hell. His personality was completely charming, and even his
lankiness was endearing.
His hand was picking up speed, too. Hajime bit down on his tongue to prevent
making any noise, though Nagito’s face gave away nothing. This went on for
about two minutes, and Hajime was embarrassed to admit that he could himself
about to come. He leaned to the side so his mouth was right by Nagito’s ear.
“Ahem, I’m about to…” He whispered, his hips rolling up very quickly. Nagito
nodded, his hand picking up speed again. Hajime leaned back, feeling a pressure
build up in his stomach. He prevented himself from bucking his hips up, and
fuckthis felt good, and he could feel it, he was about to come, just ten more
seconds, and-
“Mister Komaeda, could you please come up to the board and write down the
information for me?”
Nagito’s hand immediately came off Hajime’s cock, much to his chagrin. He was
secondsaway from coming. He couldn’t understand why the boy couldn’t have just
stalled for a couple of seconds and let him come. Nagito stood up, walking up
to the board. Hajime’s eyes were locked onto his cock sticking up out of his
underwear. He resisted the urge to groan as he looked back up.
Huh.
How had he not noticed that before? His eyes were totally locked on Nagito’s
ass. Hajime knew that Nagito was super skinny- his shirt practically hung off
of his thin frame. Even so, it floored Hajime that the grey fabric of Nagito’s
trousers hugged his round ass so tightly. The phone in his back pocket stuck
out, unable to fit completely in his pocket. Nagito’s ass was straight up big¸
and it only made Hajime’s cock twitch as he imagined how amazing it would feel
to bend Nagito over the table, fucking him mercilessly and watching his ass
bounce with each thrust, listening to Nagito moan and beg for his cock…
Hajime shivered, his right hand moving to wrap around his cock. He was
justabout to come. He moved his hand as discretely as possible, staring as
Nagito rocked in place as he wrote. Hajime bit down on his lip, his thumb
running over the head of his cock as he stared at his ass swinging back and
forth.
“Whoops,” He heard Nagito mumble as the marker fell out of his hand and onto
the floor. Hajime wasn’t really religious, but he thanked whatever god possible
that this happened. Nagito bent over, bracing himself on the little shelf
connected to the whiteboard as he reached for the marker, the fabric only
stretching tighter over his ass.
“M-mm,” Hajime let out as quietly as possible, his come spurting out all over
his lap and his hand as Nagito stood back up. Hajime’s face flushed in his
bliss, continuing to stroke himself slowly as he rode out his orgasm.
Nagito walked back over to the desk when he finished, sitting in the chair. His
eyes flicked to Hajime’s come covered lap, frowning slightly and raising an
eyebrow. He picked up a pen, tapping it on the table for a moment before
‘accidently’ dropping it on the ground. Nobody so much as looked as Nagito’s
head dove under the table. He went for Hajime’s hand first, his warm mouth
enveloping each of his fingers individually, sucking them gingerly as he
cleaned them off. Hajime felt a chill run down his spine at this- he didn’t
understand whythat could possibly be erotic.
Hajime looked around the classroom. No one- not even the teacher- was looking
at the table. Nagito let his fingers out of his mouth, his tongue lapping up
what come was on Hajime’s trousers, before he licked up the length of Hajime’s
long cock, cleaning it off as well. Without pausing, once he was finished, he
sat back up. He licked his lips subtly, an almost smug smile on his face.
“Very well. Class is dismissed!”
Hajime tucked his softening cock back into his trousers, waiting for the rest
of the class to leave as Nagito gathered his things up.
“… Would you like to come over to my house to, uh, work on the project?” Nagito
asked, tilting his head to the side. The coquettish smile on his face made it
clear that he was clearly not going to get any work done with him. Hajime
nervously smiled back at him, nodding.
“Aha… sure thing. I think that’d be… amazing,” Hajime said, standing up as
well. He tried not to make it obvious how eager he was, though he did rush out
of the classroom a bittoo quickly. Nagito trailed behind him, placing a hand on
his shoulder.
“Ah, restroom break, first?” He said, raising an eyebrow. Hajime nodded as they
both rushed down the hallway, practically racing each other to get in the
stall. Hajime slammed Nagito against the wall of the stall, hearing him inhale
sharply. Hajime didn’t care, honestly, slamming his lips against Nagito’s.
Nagito’s lips parted slightly in a gasp, and Hajime all but shoved his tongue
into his mouth. He pinned Nagito’s arms above his head with one hand, his other
one moving around to grope Nagito’s ass. It feltjust as good as it looked.
Nagito’s back arched against his grip, moaning into their rough kiss. He was
beginning to reciprocate the tongue action as Hajime’s knee lightly pressed
against his growing bulge. He pushed Hajime away, however, his face flushed in
arousal.
“Let’s not do this here, Hajime. I live alone, so we won’t have to be so silent
there,” He said, a smile on his face again. Hajime kept his hand on Nagito’s
ass, giving the plumpness a firm squeeze once more before letting go.
“Good. Trust me, you won’tbe silent,” He said confidently, a smirk on his face.
This was going to be one hell of an afternoon.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Nagito Komaeda's butt is a gift to this world.
     I promised someone in the comments that Nagito's butt would continue
     to show up so here it is. It's gonna have an entire chapter dedicated
     to it soon wow
     I also promised to start putting the pairing at the top since some
     people only wanna read the KomaHina (which I feel tbh) so always feel
     free to look in the summary for just who is gonna be doing the
     diddlysquiddle.
     So yeah I hope you liked this. It was fun to write, though I wrote it
     on a car ride home :')
     Next prompt: Skype sex
     As always, feel free to comment and critique below. Thanks for
     reading! <3
***** Atlanta - [Skype Sex] *****
Chapter Summary
     Day Eight - Skype sex.
     Pairing: Komaeda Nagito x Hinata Hajime
     They talked every day on Skype. After Hajime had taught Nagito how to
     use it, it turned into their primary form of communication. Before
     Hajime had left, they had clearly made a schedule for business calls
     and the more intimate calls.
     Right now, thankfully, was an intimate one.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Use of toys, disgustingly sweet and loving KomaHina. Gross.
     Masturbation. Virtual sex.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Hey!”
“Hey, Nagito. How was your day today?”
This introduction had become commonplace ever since Hajime had gone to Atlanta
for three months for his job. While it was a great opportunity that Hajime
would have been a fool to turn down, it was unpleasant to be so far from his
boyfriend for so long. Even so, Nagito had been more than understanding, and
even encouraged him to go.
Hajime’s days had been filled with being busy during the day, then returning
home to the apartment his company had rented for him. It was very nice- a
penthouse apartment with a beautiful view of the city. It was a nice size for
just him, though he would have loved to have Nagito there with him.
Even so, they talked every day on Skype. After Hajime had taught Nagito how to
use it, it turned into their primary form of communication. Before Hajime had
left, they had clearly made a schedule for business calls and the more intimate
calls.
Right now, thankfully, was an intimate one.
Hajime was seated at his desk, totally naked as he sat on his rolling chair,
his cock hard between his legs as he stared at his boyfriend’s naked form. He
was waiting for Nagito to get the dildo that Hajime had bought for him just for
this trip- it was about matching in size to Hajime’s own, just to make
everything feel a little more familiar. Unfortunately for Hajime, all he had on
his end was his own hand. He didn’t mind, though- it would be fine for just a
few months.
Hajime reached for the bottle of lotion that sat on his desk, squirting a bit
of the chilled substance in his hand. He spread it over the length of his dick
as Nagito did the same with the dildo, both of them unintentionally in sync.
Nagito’s pretty face suddenly appeared back on the screen, smiling cheekily at
Hajime, “Don’t enjoy yourself too much without me starting, baby.”
Hajime’s tan face had the slightest hint of a blush on it as he removed his
hand from his cock, grinning sheepishly, “I was just getting ready is all. Are
you almost ready to start?”
Nagito nodded, “Did you want me to face the camera, or…?”
“Ah… maybe turn to the side? So I can see you getting fucked and jerking
yourself off at the same time.”
“Hajime!”
“Sorry,” Hajime said, smirking whenever he saw that Nagito still obeyed his
request. Hajime watched as Nagito positioned himself so that he was over the
dildo, his head hanging down a bit as he looked into the camera again.
“Ready?”
“Yeah,” Hajime breathed out, his hand gripping his cock, though he stayed
still. He watched as Nagito ever so slowly pressed the head of the dildo
against his hole before pushing it inside, letting out a gentle gasp at the
feeling. Hajime ran his tongue over his lips, a smile on his face, “Yeah,
that’s a good boy. Don’t rush yourself.”
He watched Nagito nod distractedly as he slowly began to lower himself down
onto the toy, quiet moans and whimpers coming from his lips as he did. Hajime
watched, lowering his hand down at the same speed. They both reached the base
of whatever object they had at the same time. Nagito let out a low groan as he
hit the hilt of the toy, tossing his hair back out of his face. His eyes
fluttered back open as he shyly looked at Hajime, his face flushed with
arousal, “Am… am I doing okay?”
“You’re doing perfect, my love. Just take your time,” Hajime said, offering him
a gentle smile. His hand stayed gripped tightly as the base of his cock, his
fingers massaging it gently. Nagito smiled right back at Hajime, and gently
wrapped a hand around his own dick. He stroked it lightly one time, a small
breathy noise coming from him.
“I’m gonna start moving again, okay?” Nagito said to Hajime. He lifted his hips
back up again until only the tip of the dildo was inside of him before he
brought his hips back down slowly. Hajime matched his speed identically,
reveling in the noises of pleasure his boyfriend was making. He wished that he
could be the one making Nagito make those noises, but it was almost just as
good that Nagito got to feel good on his own terms.
Nagito had moved back up on the toy by the time Hajime had regained his
thoughts, sucking in a quiet breath at the feeling. Hajime’s eyes were locking
on the action as Nagito slid back down, his ass bouncing gently against the
ground at the contact. Even through the mediocre video quality, Hajime felt as
if Nagito was right there with him, letting out sweet little noises of
pleasure.
Hajime kept his hand moving in time with Nagito riding the toy, attempting to
make it feel as synchronized and together as possible. Nagito looked at the
camera again, a sheepish smile on his face, “Would you like for me to go
faster, Hajime?”
Hajime nodded, “I would love that. Only if you want to. Don’t force yourself
for my sake.”
“I wouldn’t,” Nagito said sliding quickly up the toy before slamming his hips
down, full force, bouncing as he hit the ground from the pure force of hitting
it. He let out a loud moan at this as the toy hit deep inside of him. Hajime’s
mouth dropped open ever so slightly at this sight, his hand still as he lost
his train of thought.
It was a bit surprising to see Nagito be so rough with… himself? Hajime wasn’t
complaining as Nagito repeated the motion quickly, stroking his dick in time
with his riding. Hajime caught up quickly, a bit happy that he could move his
hand at a faster pace now that Nagito had picked up the pace himself.
Nagito continued to ride the toy at a moderate pace, his moans becoming louder
and more frequent with each bounce, his hand moving a bit faster and more
erratically as he went on. Hajime only interjected a few times with an
infrequent “good boy” or “you look so great”- things along those lines,
attempting to be encouraging as he stroked himself in his desk chair, wishing
more than anything he could there with Nagito, wishing hecould be the one
fucking him like this and not some fake toy.
He was certainly getting his kicks from this, nonetheless, as he felt a great
pleasure deep within his stomach, his hips thrusting up to meet his fist as he
stroked himself.
“Mm, ah, coming!” He heard Nagito suddenly exclaim from the speakers. Hajime
looked at the screen just in time to see Nagito coming, releasing himself onto
the floor in front of him, the dildo buried as deep as it could go inside of
him. Hajime resisted the urge to whine that Nagito hadn’t warned him so they
could come together, but he was quickly interrupted by the familiar yet always
sudden rush of pleasure the went through him he reached his own climax, choking
out a “Me, too!” as he came, his come spurting all over his stomach and lap as
he moaned, pumping his cock as rode out his orgasm, eyes on Nagito lazily
fucking himself on the toy through his own orgasm.
They sat there without talking, the only noise being both of their labored
breathing. It was suddenly interrupted by Nagito’s laughter as he pulled
himself off the toy, smiling into the camera, “Well, that was certainly fun.
I’m sorry I forgot to warn you before I…”
“It’s fine. We were close enough together, yeah? And you just looked so hot
while you were coming.”
“Hajime!”
“Sorry.”
“You need to go to bed, now. It’s late for you, Mister Business Man.”
Hajime smiled, shaking his head at Nagito, “I know, I know. I’ll talk to you
tomorrow, okay?”
“Of course. I love you, Hajime!”
“I love you too, Nagito,” Hajime said, waving into the camera before ending the
call with his clean hand. He felt the familiar wave of homesickness that always
came after ending each of these calls. He missed feeling Nagito curl up to him
in bed, snuggling up next to him under the covers, kissing him on the cheek and
wishing him sweet dreams. He wanted to feel that again.
But there was only two more months, right?
Chapter End Notes
     Look at me uploading this chapter a week late. Whee!
     So yes I am so sorry that this is late. Originally, this chapter was
     going to be Ryota x Nagito where Nagito was a webcam model and Ryota
     hired him, but I could not get into that prompt. So you get cute
     KomaHina shit instead. Whoo!
     Next prompt: Against the wall.
     Also not going to be KomaHina. Unless I change it like I did this
     one.
     As always, feel free to leave comments and critiques down below. It
     really does help me out to read all of your wonderfully sweet words
     of encouragement. You all make me want to keep writing this fic! Even
     though it is turning into a 30 month fic instead of the 30 days, I'm
     sticking with it until the end because you all have so loyal as
     readers.
     Okay that was gross and sappy but I mean it. <3
***** Splish, Splash - [Against the Wall] *****
Chapter Summary
     Day Nine: Against the Wall
     Pairing: Mondo Oowada x Nagito Komaeda
     “The fuck is wrong with you?” Mondo grumbled, sinking a bit farther
     into the tub, his eyes narrowing at the other.
     “Oh, nothing. I just… I thought I was going to wash your hair in the
     sink, is all,” He admitted, a sly smile on his face, “Though this
     arrangement is fine, too.”
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Bathtub sex, sex without lubrication, unsafe sex, dirty
     talking, use of slurs, spanking, NAGITO TOPPING WEE WOO WEE WOO
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mondo shivered as he slipped off his clothes, the cold air of the bathroom
hitting his skin.  He had no idea whyhe had agreed to let Nagito wash his hair.
He guessed it was because it turned into more of a chore to wash his hair by
him self- why not let someone else do the work? The messy haired boy seemed
happy enough to do it, anyways.
Mondo stepped into the hot water, submerging his muscular body in the bubbles
of the bathtub. His eyes closed momentarily at the relaxing feeling, a sigh
escaping his lips, “Ah, ya can come in here, now,” He called out, yawning and
opening his lavender eyes again.
He stared at the door for a moment before the boy in question shuffled in, a
sheepish smile on his face. He did not have his normal green jacket on,
choosing instead to wear the tee shirt and black pants of his outfit, and
stayed completely barefoot. Nagito’s eyes widened a bit at the sight of Mondo
in the bathtub, his face a bit pink.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” Mondo grumbled, sinking a bit farther into the
tub, his eyes narrowing at the other.
“Oh, nothing. I just… I thought I was going to wash your hair in the sink, is
all,” He admitted, a sly smile on his face, “Though this arrangement is fine,
too.”
Mondo rolled his eyes, “Like ya didn’t fuckin’ hear me filling up the tub. Just
c’mon, I wanna get this over with.”
Nagito just continued to smile as he walked over to the large tub, standing
behind Mondo’s head. He grabbed a regular old plastic cup from the side of the
tub, filling it with water, “Cover your eyes, okay?”
Mondo did as he was told as Nagito poured the hot water over his hair, watching
as the pompadour basically deflated as it got wet. Mondo squeezed his eyes shut
as the water ran over his face, frowning. He let Nagito do what he had to,
though, feeling his hair fall down over his face.
He felt the water stop and he opened his eyes, looking over his shoulder. He
saw Nagito staring at him, tilting his head, “Would you grab that bottle of
shampoo, please?” He asked, pointing to the bottle that was on the opposite
side of the tub.
Mondo grumbled, though he complied, getting on his knees as he stretched to
reach the shampoo. He jumped slightly as he felt his ass come out of the water,
quickly submerging his lower body again as he sheepishly leaned back, handing
the bottle to Nagito, “Uh, sorry.”
“Oh, it’s… no problem,” Nagito said, staring at the back of Mondo’s head as he
took the bottle, squeezing a bit of the substance into his hand. He massaged it
through Mondo’s hair, the image of his naked, wet backside burned into his
mind. Mondo was undeniably attractive- men with muscles had alwaysbeen
appealing to the luckster, anyways. He shifted uncomfortably behind Mondo,
feeling mortified that he could feel a stirring between his legs. He was
thankful that Mondo was facing away from him- there was clearly an outline of
his hardened cock through his black pants.
He grabbed the cup again with his right hand, dipping it into the water. He
leaned forward, pressing his hard dick against the side of the bathtub, his
eyes fluttering shut a bit at the much needed pressure as he poured the water
over Mondo’s hair, washing out the shampoo. He ground his hips into the
porcelain of the tub ever so slightly, biting down on his tongue to silence any
moans. He poured another cup of water over his head, watching the bubbles trail
down his neck and into the murky, bubbly water. Nagito silently wished that he
hadn’t put bubbles in the water.
Nagito stepped away from the tub, “Just a second, please,” He said, hearing
Mondo hum in response, still facing away from the luckster. Without wasting any
time and riding high on the arousal coursing through him, Nagito quickly
slipped off all of his own clothes. Normally, this would have been a
ridiculously embarrassing thing to do- he could not possibly have cared less in
this moment, though, as he slunk around the edge of the tub. Mondo’s eyes were
closed as Nagito hopped into the tub, straddling his lap as the water splashed.
Mondo jumped almost comically hard, his eyes shooting open upon the feeling of
a person in his lap. He could feel Nagito’s cock pressing against his abs, and
his ass on top of his own soft dick, “What the fuck,Nagito?”
Nagito shuddered as he ground his cock against Mondo’s hard stomach, unable to
make eye contact with him, “Ah, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself is all.
You just… you looked so good, all dripping wet and…”
Mondo stared at his reddened face wildly, thoroughly confused. Even so, his
cock was clearly starting to react to the feeling of Nagito grinding his ass
against it, blood rushing to fill it at a much quicker pace than he would like
to admit, “You’re… you’re not gonna tell anyone about it, okay?”
“Of course not,” Nagito promised, a shaky moan coming from his lips.
“And… yer gonna fuck me.”
Nagito stopped his grinding at this, staring at him incredulously, “… You want
meto fuck you?”
“Did ya not fuckin’ hear me the first time? Yeah. I want you to fuck me, right
here. Now,” Mondo ordered, an intense look on his face.
Nagito was still at a total loss- Just by looking at the two of them side-by-
side, one would assume that Mondo would be on top. Nagito was ridiculously
thin, and Mondo was all muscle. And yet, here Mondo was, ordering Nagito to
fuck him.
Though he was a bit uncomfortable at the idea, the hardness of his cock was
begging to be relieved. He just nodded, doing his best to hoist Mondo’s thighs
up, an uncomfortable expression on his face, “Um, lube?”
“Don’t fuckin’ worry about it- I don’t need it,” Mondo grumbled as pulled his
thighs out of Nagito’s grasp, “But we’re not doin’ it like this,” He said
before turning away from Nagito, hoisting himself up on the side of the tub,
his muscular ass slightly above the water as he looked over his shoulder.
“Go.”
Nagito just nodded, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and arousal as he moved
forward, the hot water slipping past his pale thighs. He pressed the head of
his wet cock to Mondo’s entrance, pressing forward. He watched as the head
slipped in, hearing a sharp inhaling of breath from Mondo. Nagito stopped, his
hands resting on Mondo’s slick back.
“What the fuck are you doing? I said go,jackass,” Mondo said, reaching a hand
back, taking a strong hold on Nagito’s waist. He pushed his hips forward, the
entire length of Nagito’s dick slowly entering the biker. Mondo smirked,
seemingly unaffected by the whole affair. Nagito, on the other hand, was a mess
of moaning, his fingers digging into Mondo’s tanned back, sitting still with
the tightness of Mondo around his cock.
“Are… you okay?” He asked, staring at the back of Mondo’s head.
“Of course I’m okay. Move. Get this shit over with. And fuckin’ stroke me, too-
You ain’t about to get off without me.”
Nagito complied, reaching his small hand around to wrap around Mondo’s thick
cock. He took a hold of it, listening to Mondo’s satisfied sighs. He slowly
began to move his hips, the friction being almost too difficult to overcome. He
spit into his free hand, rubbing it over what of his cock was not inside Mondo.
He pushed forward, the makeshift lubrication doing very little to ease the
resistance. He kept moving the best he could, completely overwhelmed by the
insane amount of pleasure this was giving him.
Without warning, Mondo sat up, holding himself up against the tile of the wall,
his face flushed slightly with arousal, “Yer gonna go as fast you can, ‘kay?”
Nagito nodded, wrapping his hands around Mondo’s wrists. He took a breath
before slamming his cock inside Mondo, rather enjoying the loud noise he made.
Mondo’s cock rubbed against the cold tile of the wall as Nagito began pounding
into him with all the force he could muster. Mondo did his best to grind his
cock against the wall as Nagito fucked him, letting out quiet moans.
Nagito put his lips to Mondo’s neck, sucking a spot on it, moaning into the
biker’s skin as he moved his hips, feeling Mondo’s ass bounce against the force
of his thrusting.
“Aha, you like that, don’t you? Who would’ve known you’d be such a slut for
this?” Nagito mumbled into his neck, using a free hand to slap Mondo’s ass with
surprising strength. Mondo gasped, though he quickly smirked.
“That’swhat I wanted to see,” He grumbled, rolling his hips back against
Nagito’s thrusting, his fingers scratching against the tiles. He reached one
hand down to pump at his cock, finding himself embarrassingly close to coming.
He looked over his shoulder at Nagito, raising an eyebrow, “Are ya fuckin’
close, asshole?”
Nagito nodded, picking up speed just a little bit. Suddenly, he was coming,
continuing pound into Mondo with the same intensity, “Ah, ah, fuck,take it, you
fucking whore,” He groaned out as he stopped his thrusting.
Mondo shook his head, “Nice try, fucker. Keep going, I haven’t fuckin’ come
yet,” He ordered, furiously pumping at his own cock as Nagito complied, fucking
Mondo with his come-slicked cock.
It only took a couple seconds for Mondo to come, his orgasm ripping through him
as he let out a loud moan, his come covering the wall in front of him. He
continued to roll his hips back as he stroked himself, riding through his
orgasm contentedly on Nagito’s dick.
He panted heavily as he pulled off of Nagito, his hips falling down under the
water. Nagito smiled nervously down at him, sinking down into the bathtub
himself.
“… That was… fun.”
Mondo smirked, nodding, “You sure seemed to enjoy it, fucker. Callin’ me a
whore and shit- who the fuck do you think youare?”
Nagito’s pale face flushed at this, his eyes widening, “Ah, heat of the moment!
You’re not a whore!”
Mondo rolled his eyes, grabbing the boy by the shoulders. He pulled him into
his lap, pressing his lips against Nagito’s for a couple seconds. He felt
Nagito tense up for a moment before relaxing into the kiss, returning it
eagerly.
“Damn right I’m not,” Mondo said as he pulled away, “Oh, and Nagito?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m topping next time.”
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Remember that this is supposed to be a thirty day challenge? Ha.
     Anyways, here's the newest chapter! Why did I make Nagito top Mondo?
     Just for fun! Is it likely? Fuck no!
     This, like all my other chapters, was purely self indulgent. Mondo
     was originally gonna fuck Nagito, but
     that didn't happen
     Next prompt is: Doggy style.
     I'm so excited about this next chapter oml
     As always, please continue to leave kudos and comment any critiques
     and whatnot you may have! It really, really does help me out to read
     everything you have to say to me. I cannot believe almost 3200 people
     have read this fic! It is absolutely crazy to me that so many would
     enjoy it. You're all fuckin rad and I'm absolutely going to finish
     this fic for you, no matter how long it takes.
***** Useful - [Doggy Style] *****
Chapter Summary
     Day Ten: Doggy Style
     Pairing: [Souda Kazuichi x Nagito Komaeda x Nekomaru Nidai]
     “If you two are planning on taking advantage of me, please go ahead.
     After all, it isn’t like I could fight back, being chained up and
     all. It would be an honor to be of use to Ultimates like you,
     anyhow."
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Threesome, blowjobs, no use of proper lubrication, unsafe
     sex, dubcon kind of. It definitely isn't a romantic chapter okay
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“SHUT UUUUUUUUUUP!”
These words were the last thing Nagito heard before he was knocked unconscious.
Surprisingly, it would not have been the first time that he had been knocked
out and taken to a new location against his will.
At least I’m not in a trash bag, this time, Nagito thought as his eyes
fluttered open, feeling an unfamiliar weight and tightness around his wrists
and ankles. He wiggled around a bit, hearing clinking from what he deduced must
be chains. He shifted on the uncomfortable carpet of the floor in the room
that, not too long ago, Nagito had failed in his plan. The same room Teruteru
killed Byakuya in, in an attempt to rid the island of Nagito.
Nagito sighed at the memory of his failure, saddened that one of his friends
that he loved so dearly had been killed. He perked up, however- Byakuya and
Teruteru’s sacrifices were simply a stepping stone for his remaining friends.
They would be martyrs in their search for hope.
His thoughts were interrupted as he suddenly realized he had company. His tired
eyes fluttered up to the two figures above him, their arms crossed in an
attempt to look intimidating. He smiled politely, “Oh, hello, Kazuichi and
Nekomaru.”
They seemed to fidget a bit as Nagito said their names, though Souda swallowed,
frowning at Nagito, “H-hush! You’re, uh, under arrest!”
Nagito blinked, “Under arrest? But there’s no police force on this island. I
don’t recallcommitting any crimes, either.”
“Sh-shut up!” Souda ordered, “You’re being detained here because you’re fuckin’
crazy!”
“Crazy?” Nagito let out before recalling that Souda had told him to be quiet.
He pressed his lips together, continuing to smile up at the two. He watched as
they both made eye contact, a strange feeling in the air that Nagito could not
quite put a name to. He inhaled quietly, his head falling to the ground gently.
“If you two are planning on taking advantage of me, please go ahead. After all,
it isn’t like I could fight back, being chained up and all. It would be an
honor to be of use to Ultimates like you, anyhow,” Nagito said, much to the
chagrin of the two others in the room. They glanced at each nervously. Their
expressions could only be described as ‘oh, shit.’
It seemed that Nagito may had struck the nail on the head.
Nekomaru knelt down on the ground, putting his large, strong hand on Nagito’s
thigh. Souda moved in front of Nagito’s head, his fingers running through the
mess of hair on his head, “Right. Just don’t even think about doin’ any crazy
shit, alright?”
Nagito nodded, his head nuzzling up slightly at Souda’s fingers. He made no
noise as the chains rattled on the ground.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Nagito heard the mechanic order. Nagito complied
the best he could. He rolled over onto his side, the chains tight on his wrist
as they pulled against his movement. He laid his chest on the ground, as he was
clearly unable to hold himself up on his hands. He was able to hold his lower
body up by his knees, his clothed ass pushed into the air towards the team
manager, whose breathing was beginning to become heavier.
Nagito felt hands on his ass at the same time as the feeling of hands in his
hair. His mouth was pulled toward the yellow fabric at the crotch of Souda’s
jumpsuit, his face slamming against the area a bit more roughly than he would
have liked. He kept silent, however, as he nuzzled his face against Souda’s
crotch, his eyes closed. Souda’s grip stayed tight on Nagito’s curly white
hair, forcing his face against his crotch.
Nekomaru busied himself with grinding his clothed crotch against Nagito’s ass,
strong hand gripping the fabric of Nagito’s jacket. The lucky boy tried his
best to both roll his hips back towards Nekomaru and push his face forward into
Souda’s crotch, eventually finding a smooth rhythm to the two actions. He could
feel both of the Ultimates getting hard from both sides, his face lit up in
happiness. He felt Nekomaru’s hands let go of his shirt, moving to the
waistband of his black trousers. It was impossible to completely remove them,
as the bindings around his ankles prevented that. So, Nekomaru simply pulled
down to Nagito’s knees, his hands cupping Nagito’s ass, squeezing the ample
flesh gently. Nagito hummed contentedly as Souda pulled away, frantically
pulling his zipper down, shedding the yellow jumpsuit.
He kneeled back down, shoving Nagito’s open mouth against the blue fabric of
his underwear. Nagito’s tongue licked Souda’s hard cock through the fabric. He
did not particularly enjoy the sensation of licking fabric, but the noises of
satisfaction Souda was making made up for any discomfort. The fact that he
could be of any use to an Ultimate spurred him on, sucking on his clothed
member with happiness. Nagito could feel Nekomaru’s cock rubbing against him,
the manager grinding against his ass desperately. The size of his dick made the
luckster happier than he might admit aloud, rolling his hips back the best he
could.
“Nekomaru, hurry up an’ prepare him already! I wanna get started and I’m sick’a
waiting on you,” Souda said through his panting, pushing his hips forward
against Nagito’s mouth. Nekomaru nodded, yanking Nagito’s checkered boxers
down, exposing him fully. Nagito shivered at the cold air on his lower half,
though he said nothing- not that he particularly could have even if he wanted
to, in this position.
His back arched heavily, a surprised gasp escaping his lips as he suddenly felt
Nekomaru’s hot tongue push into his entrance. He pulled his mouth off of
Souda’s dick, inhaling to say something. Before he could get even a syllable
out, however, Souda pushed his mouth back onto his crotch, grinding his hips
forward.
“Did I tell ya you could fuckin’ stop?” He growled out, his fingers tightening
in Nagito’s hair. Nagito blinked before going back to what he been doing,
sucking on the fabric, leaving a wet spot on the outline of Souda’s dick. He
moaned quietly at the feeling of Nekomaru’s tongue, the vibrations around
Souda’s cock making the pink-haired moan in return.
Nagito whimpered almost silently as he felt Nekomaru shove a thick finger into
his entrance, taking away his tongue in replacement. It was
extremelyuncomfortable without any sort of lubrication to speak of, but he
wouldn’t complain.
If he could let an Ultimate use him to feel good, that’s all that mattered.
He was nearly starting to regret that mindset as Nekomaru added a second
finger. It hurt. Nekomaru was a large man anyways, and his hands certainly
reflected that. Nagito, still, let him finger his entrance, pushing his fingers
in and out at a moderate pace. Any sort of preparation would do him well.
Nagito was not particularly proud of the noises he was making, pathetic little
groans and whimpers. He did hope that they at least sounded pleasurable- he was
not about to let either of them realize he was not enjoying this like they
seemed to be. He focused his attention on sucking at Souda’s dick some more as
his hole was stretched out by Nekomaru’s fingers.
He winced slightly as Nekomaru yanked the digits out. At the same time, Souda
pulled down his underwear, his cock springing out in front of Nagito’s face.
This is going to be a little difficult to maneuver, Nagito thought as he took
Souda’s cock in his mouth without really thinking, taking the member in all the
way without much of an issue. Souda, in all honesty, was not that big. He was
maybe four and a half inches. Nagito did not care, bobbing his head gently on
his dick, his eyes closing as he focused on that rhythm.
It took all of him not to bite down when he felt Nekomaru very suddenly push
inside of him. Nagito let out a loud groan around Souda’s cock, which was
matched by moans from both of the other Ultimates. His eyes squeezed shut as he
focused on moving his head more, simultaneously rolling his hips back against
Nekomaru’s. He reallywould rather get this whole thing over with as quickly as
possible, and decided he would do whatever it took to get there.
He felt Nekomaru already begin to thrust roughly into him, low pitched grunts
coming from the team manager with each slap of skin. Nagito took Souda’s cock
out of his mouth for a moment, breathing heavily, letting out whimpers and
moans as his forehead pressed against the ground.
He felt Souda’s fingers yank on his hair, putting his mouth back onto his cock
before Nagito could really relax. Souda was already moaning loudly, thrusting
his hips up into Nagito’s mouth as Nekomaru continued his pounding. Nagito was
rather hard, his cock pointed out towards the ground, untouched by either.
Without much of a warning, Souda shoved Nagito’s head down. Nagito raised an
eyebrow before he felt Souda coming, the hot, salty liquid in his mouth as
Souda stayed still, whining in probable pleasure. Souda pushed Nagito off of
him as Nagito swallowed, grimacing at the unpleasant flavor. He looked over his
shoulder the best he could, seeing Nekomaru pull out of him, pumping at his
cock quickly.
Nagito’s back arched, stretching out his tired, sore muscles as he felt
Nekomaru come all over the pale skin of his back. Nagito breathed heavily,
slumping to the side a bit, his eyes half-lidded. He was absolutely exhausted
from the exertion as both of the others stood. He glanced up at them, a smile
on his face, “… Was I good enough for both of you?”
They looked at each other, each of their faces matched in pleasure. Souda
looked down at Nagito, nodding, “Yeah, whatever. Just… we’ll be back later. To
clean you up, I guess.”
Nekomaru nodded as they both rushed to put on their own clothes before hurrying
out the door of the building. Nagito stared after them, yawning as his eyes
fluttered shut.
He was exhausted, but he had done his job.
Chapter End Notes
     Howdy
     I am here nearly a month later with an update, whoo. I'm sorry this
     is taking so long! My motivation legit comes and goes so I'm just
     following the wind lbr
     But yeah this chapter was interesting to write. I've never written a
     threesome before so it was p new.
     The next prompt is: Dom/Sub. I am
     ridiculously excited to write this
     And good news, it's also KomaHina. Wheeee!~
     As always, please feel free to leave any critiques and comments down
     below. It really does me smile to see all of the comments. Also, the
     view count for this just passed 4000 and I'm just ??? Thank you all
     for reading my super late smutty collection. It's hella.
     DECEMBER 5TH UPDATE
     HEY I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS FIC, I've just been really busy
     these past two months. I have part of the next chapter written, and
     that should be uploaded pretty soonish? Sorry for the total
     inactivity, but thank you all so much for continuing to read!
***** Good Boy - [Dom & Sub] *****
Chapter Summary
     Day Eleven: Dom & Sub
     Pairing: [Nagito Komaeda x Hajime Hinata]
     Nagito’s eyes were scanning over the book he had in his lap,
     distracted as Hajime laid his chin on the arm of the chair. He
     pouted, eyes locked on Nagito’s neutral face, willing him to pay
     attention without any words. He wasn’t allowed to speak- a dog
     couldn’t speak to his master.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Petplay, hella dom and sub stuff, pet play, handjobs, Nagito
     being sexy and dominant and SE XILY ANGRY, come eating because that
     fucking happened lmao, did i mention petplay because that's the whole
     fic
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Good boy,” Nagito murmured, his hand lazily ghosting over the top of Hajime’s
head as he sat on his knees next to the chair Nagito always relaxed in.
Nagito’s eyes were scanning over the book he had in his lap, distracted as
Hajime laid his chin on the arm of the chair. He pouted, eyes locked on
Nagito’s neutral face, willing him to pay attention without any words. He
wasn’t allowedto speak- a dog couldn’t speak to his master.
Hajime whimpered, nudging his forehead against Nagito’s hand. Nagito looked up
from his book disinterestedly, raising an eyebrow, “What?”
Hajime just stared at Nagito, his hands lifting up to rest on the arm of the
chair, fingers curling against the rough fabric. Nagito continued to stare,
sighing, “You’re too needy,Hajime. Get up here,” He ordered, setting the book
down on the table that sat next to his armchair. Hajime smiled, scrambling up
onto Nagito’s lap, straddling his hips. Nagito smiled very slightly, his hand
caressing Hajime’s cheek gently.
“At least you’re cute, hm?” He hummed, lovingly looking back at the boy in his
lap. His fingers very lightly gripped his chin, pulling Hajime’s face forward
to kiss him. Nagito’s hands moved down to Hajime’s neck, toying with the collar
he had bought for Hajime. While his left hand messed with that, his right hand
continued to move down, fingers ghosting over the tanned skin of Hajime’s
stomach, feeling the muscle there. It continued to move down, and before long,
his cold hand reached Hajime’s cock, already half hard from anticipation.
Nagito smirked into the kiss, biting down gently on Hajime’s lip.
“Really?” He said teasingly, moving his hand just a bit. Hajime swallowed,
making a small noise. He did not resist, even so, feeling Nagito’s hand pumping
at his cock at a moderate pace. Little whimpers and moans came from him as
Nagito did this, still kissing him all the way through. Nagito’s hand moved a
bit quicker, his grip getting just a bittighter, teasing his pet with every
motion he made.
“Mm, you’re such a good boy,” Nagito murmured sweetly to Hajime. Hajime panted,
thrusting his hips forward gently, trying anything to make Nagito go faster,
harder. Hajime neededthis. He hadn’t been allowed to touch himself or anything
for a week, per Nagito’s orders.
“Mm, ah, fuck!” Hajime suddenly let out as his hips stopped against Nagito’s
fist a final time as he came, splattering Nagito’s shirt with his come. Hajime
moaned despite himself.
“Ugh, God,Hajime! Bad dog! Bad!”Nagito snapped, though he noticeably let Hajime
keep fucking his hand for the time. Hajime just moaned at the scolding, rolling
his hips as he totally finished. He breathed heavily as Nagito pushed him off
of his lap. Hajime fell on his ass on the ground at Nagito’s feet. Nagito
frowned down at Hajime, shaking his head in disdain.
“Clean up your mess. Now,” Nagito ordered, spreading his legs to let Hajime get
in between them. Hajime inched forward, his tongue lapping out to lick up the
come on Nagito’s shirt. The taste was bitter, not great at all, but Hajime was
too ashamed to care. He had come without permission. He had made Nagito mad.
God, he was a bad dog.
Chapter End Notes
     who that bitch who don't update for six months (oh FUCK it's me)
     LMAO hey everybody, it's me back with your supposed-to-be-daily dose
     of sin. it's a little short but it's SOMETHING. I've had a lot more
     time/inspiration/[breathes in] S INFUL FEELINGS that make me want to
     write lately so. here this is.
     is this the kinkiest thing i've ever written? probably. are there
     kinkier things to come? you bet ur ass there is.
     y'all are lucky i didn't make this all 50 shades of grey because it
     just watched my fave garbage movie and it's hot on my mind.
     The next prompt is fingering, america's favorite pastime. also the
     pairing is juzo x munakata unless i #change it because i'm #garbage
     who uses #hashtags.
     As always, feel free to leave any comments, critiques, etc. in the
     comments below because y'all are some funny fuckin people lmao. I've
     loved getting to chat with you about things that matter. Like
     Komaeda's ass.
     Also this fic has almost 6400 views what to heck?? i love you guys
     wtf. Thanks for reading the Komahina Sutra I appreciate ur kindness.
     k bye. see you next water time.
***** 2:57 - [Fingering] *****
Chapter Summary
     Day Twelve: Fingering
     Pairing: [Juzo Sakakura x Kyosuke Munakata]
     This was not appropriate behavior for the workplace.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: None!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Oh, fuck.”
I rolled my hips back against Munakata’s hand, panting quietly. I could feel
his free hand on my back, fingernails gently scratching against the tanned skin
there. My own hands pawed at the smooth wood of Munakata’s desk, trying to find
a grip that just was not there.
This was notappropriate behavior for the workplace.
It had started out innocently enough. Our hands would brush when we passed each
other. He’d give me a small smirk when we passed. It evolved to quick kisses in
empty conference rooms. His hand on my thigh beneath the table.
I don’t know how it had come to me bent over Munakata’s desk, two of his long,
longfingers fucking me at a teasingly slow speed. I felt his warm hand slip
down my back, reaching around to wrap around my dick.
He was always so quietwhen we did this. He never let me touch him. He would
always do this. He’d get me off and just go.
My eyes went up the white wall to land on the clock. It was already 2:57.
“Munakat-ahh, your meeting is in three minut-fu- minutes.”
I heard a gruff sound from behind me and felt the hand on my cock speed up. I
groaned quietly, my forehead gently hitting against the cool wood of Munakata’s
desk. I rolled my hips back against his hand again, exhaling loudly, clenching
my jaw. I could feel that sensation in my stomach, building up towards my
climax. I suddenly sensed Munakata’s presence even closer to me, his hot breath
on my ear.
“Come.”
Another loud groan left my lips as I came, Munakata’s hands slowing to a
comfortable pace as I did. He still remained silent, removing his hands as soon
as I was finished. I remained slumped over for just a second, hearing Munakata
clear his throat. I sat up, watching as he swiftly walked to the door. He
paused, looking over his shoulder just before he left.
“The meeting is in two minutes. Don’t be late.”
Chapter End Notes
     YEAH this is short i'm sorry. my motivation has been -12 lately and i
     forced myself to write and this is what ya get world.
     But yeah the next chapter is rimming, america's second favorite
     pastime. it's also back to komahina! whoo hoo! it will be longer and
     generally better i promise.
     As always, feel free to leave any comments, critiques, or suggestions
     down below! It makes my sinful heart smile to reply to everybody's
     comments. Also I can't believe this fuckin' Sinfest 2017 has almost
     7500 hits what the fucc. You guys are the best.
     Okay guys I'll see you next time.
     p.s can i start writing yuri on ice fanfic yet
***** The Boy - [Rimming] *****
Chapter Summary
     Day Thirteen: Rimming
     Pairing: [Hajime Hinata x Nagito Komaeda]
     The Boy would be walking to class with His friends, His face lit up
     in a bright smile as He told some story Hajime was never close enough
     to hear. That Boy was mysterious to Hajime; a puzzle Hajime could
     never quite solve, the solution just out of reach.
     Hajime could enjoy Him from a distance, though.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, hajime REALLY likes nagito yet
     also doesn't know his name, a lot of focus on The Ass of Nagito
     Komaeda(TM), super mild spanking, short scene of public masturbation,
     nagito gets his ass eaten like a cupcakke what more can i say
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hajime didn’t know when he first noticed it.
The Boy would be walking to class with His friends, His face lit up in a bright
smile as He told some story Hajime was never close enough to hear.  That Boy
was mysterious to Hajime; a puzzle Hajime could never quite solve, the solution
just out of reach.
Hajime could enjoy Him from a distance, though.
The Boy would walk away with His friends as Hajime sat on the bench in front of
the fountain. Hajime’s eyes would watch Him, traveling from the mess of white
curls on His head, down the brown fabric of the Main Course uniform’s jacket,
gliding over the small of His back before his gaze landed on His ass.
God.
The Boy was pretty slender all over, which just made His ass all the more
impressive. The tan trousers fit perfectly over His thighs, hugging the perfect
roundness of His ass like it was tailored to His body alone. It probably was,
now that Hajime thought of it. The Main Course students had everything they
needed.
Hajime would watch the Boy walk away, his eyes fluttering shut as he imagined
grabbing Him by the wrist, pulling Him behind the bushes next the fountain.
He’d bring them both to the ground, kissing Him roughly, yanking those trousers
down to His ankles. He’d flip the Boy over and pull His underwear down, grab
that perfectass and just-
Hajime’s eyes would open as he’d become painfully aware of how hard he was, his
erection clear through the black fabric of his Reserve Course pants.
Oftentimes, he’d wait for his arousal to calm down and go about his day.
Some days, though, he would find himself behind the bushes, just as he was now.
No one ever came over here, anyways. Hajime pulled down his pants and
underwear, letting his cock spring free. Hajime had never felt insecure about
his cock. He was a comfortable seven inches and pretty thick in girth. He could
feel the stiffness of his cock as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft,
exhaling through his nose as the marginal pleasure that came with the contact.
His sea green eyes fluttered shut as he began to move his hand slowly,
teasingly, picturing the Boy in his mind’s eye.
“Ah! I forgot my notebook. You all can go ahead. I’ll meet you in a minute!”
Hajime’s eyes shot open at the nearness of that voice. He could have recognized
it anywhere.
It was Him.
Hajime felt a surge of energy in the pit of his stomach, unsure of what caused
a wave of courage to suddenly flow through him. Perhaps it was the knowledge
that this could be his only chance. Maybe it was the simple fact that he was
horny as fuck. No matter the reason, Hajime listened closely to the footsteps
on the cobblestone path as they neared the bushes. He waited until they were no
less than two yards away and-
“Ah, fuck.”
The footsteps came to a sudden, stumbling halt. Hajime kept his eyes open,
staring through the bushes at the slotted image of the Boy. He continued to
pump his cock, biting his lip.
“Oh, mm, god,fuck.”
It may have been a bit over-the-top, yes. The theatrics seemed to be working,
anyhow, as Hajime the Boy begin to take small, soft footsteps around the edge
of the bush. He was close, soclose now, and it urged Hajime to tighten his
grip, soft whimpers escaping his throat.
Pale emerald orbs peered around the bush and landed on Hajime, jerking himself
off behind the bushes like some exhibitionist whore. The Boy’s eyes widened in
surprise, though it did not stop him from scrambling behind the bushes too,
kneeling to be eye level with Hajime.
“… Anybody could have seen you, you know?” The Boy said, his beautiful pale
face now flushed pink. Hajime’s heart fluttered, his hand stilling as he stared
into the Boy’s muted green eyes.
He had spoken to him.This beautiful, soft-voiced, messy-haired Boy had spoken
to him, circumstances not accounted for. Hajime simply nodded back at him, his
own tan face warming in excitement, embarrassment.
“I know… but it was youwho decided to look,” He ventured, inhaling and letting
go of his cock.
The Boy started a bit, averting his gaze towards the bushes, “That… I guess
that’s… true…”
Hajime watched the Boy swallow nervously before sheepishly turning his gaze up
to stare into his eyes, “Do you… need any help?”
Oh, fuck.
Hajime felt his cock twitch, his mouth suddenly dry. He was dumbfounded for
just a moment before he quickly nodded, opening his mouth to speak, “God, yes.
Just… turn over onto your stomach.”
Hajime saw the Boy’s eyes widen a bit, “Oh, no, I don’t mean that-“
“I don’t want to fuck you. Just… trust me.”
Is this a literal porn?Hajime thought as the Boy complied hesitantly. That
could be the only possible explanation, he told himself, watching the Boy pull
his brown trousers down to reveal checkered underwear that hugged his ass
perfectly. The Boy hooked his thumbs on his waistband, before-
“No! Wait!” Hajime said, a bit embarrassed by his intensity, “Let me… let me do
it, please.”
A small noise of agreement was all Hajime got in return. He scrambled up, his
still-fully-hard cock bouncing as he moved. His own hands replaced the Boy’s,
inhaling as he slowly pulled the fabric down.
“Oh, god,” Hajime breathed out, his cock pulsing once again as he took in the
sight before him. The Boy’s ass was even more incredible without brown fabric
overtop, pale and smooth and round. Without much thought, Hajime reached a
tanned hand out, squeezing the plump skin of it in his hand. The Boy exhaled
through his teeth but allowed Hajime to continue.
“Just trust me,” Hajime repeated without prompt. He inhaled deeply before
leaning down, his face mere inches from the Boy’s ass. Without much hesitation,
he dove in, his tongue very suddenly flicking against the Boy’s entrance.
Hajime closed his eyes, hearing the Boy let out an accidentally loud mixture
between a moan and a sound of surprise. He quickly quieted though, pushing His
ass up against Hajime’s tongue.
Hajime continued to lick the outer rim, his hands squeezing the soft orbs of
the Boy’s ass. His cocked ached with arousal, but he had to continue this. It
was intoxicating, his tongue delving deeper into the ring of muscle, eliciting
soft, muffled moans and whimpers from the Boy. The feeling of Him pushing his
ass back only served to turn Hajime more. He wantedthis. It was Hajimecausing
Him to sweat, causing His cock to harden, causing moans to come from His
throat.
Hajime’s pushed his tongue in and out of the Boy’s hole, fucking him with his
thick tongue. The Boy let out a strangled cry, digging his fingers into the
soft dirt the grass was planted in.
This was vulgar,doing something so taboo in such a public place. Hajime knew
this route was not popular among students, but the idea that someone could come
across them at any moment, his tongue doing such unspeakable things, was
incredibly… hot.
“Oh,ah, hold on,” He heard the Boy suddenly say. Hajime complied immediately,
pulling his face back. He kept his hands on His ass, taking the opportunity to
examine the wetness around His smooth entrance. His cock continued to pulse
with unrelieved arousal. Hajime whimpered pitifully, waiting for the Boy to
speak.
“Could I, uh… would you lie on your back? You can, uh, keep doing that in a
different… position,” The Boy stumbled on his words, his face a deep pink.
Hajime blinked, nodding quickly at his request. This was even better.
Hajime lay on his back, watching as the Boy stepped over, one foot on either
side of Hajime. Slowly, carefully, He lowered His ass down onto Hajime’s face.
Hajime’s hands held on to the Boy’s hips as his tongue began to work again,
flicking over His entrance before delving into the muscle. The Boy began
moaning and, thankfully, reached out to grab Hajime’s achingly hard cock.
“Big,” The Boy said simply, pumping His hand quickly. Hajime moaned into his
action, his tongue going deeper than before as he bucked his hips up to meet
the Boy’s fisted hand. The Boy relaxed his knees, putting more weight on
Hajime’s face. Hajime inhaled through his nose, refusing to complain of any
discomfort as he kept going, rolling his hips up and whimpering, groaning.
The Boy began pumping His cock in time his pushing-back onto Hajime’s face, his
quiet moaning filling the air around them. Though Hajime did not know, the Boy
was already embarrassingly close. This dual stimulation was unlike anything the
Boy had ever felt, and it served to spring Him toward His climax quicker.
Without warning, Hajime roughly slapped his open palm against the Boy’s ass.
“Oh, FUCK,” The Boy called out loudly, His stomach muscles spasming as hot come
spurted out of His cock and onto Hajime’s tanned, toned chest. He frantically
jerked at both His own cock and Hajime’s, high-pitched moans erupting from his
mouth as he finished.
I just made Him come,Hajime thought, suddenly bucking his hips up roughly,
moaning loudly as he came along with the Boy. He could feel the Boy’s hand
jerking his cock, milking his orgasm for all it was worth, still pressing his
ass to Hajime’s hot mouth.
It was, suddenly, over. The Boy stood up on shaky legs. Hajime could see the
red handprint he had left on His ass, a small smirk appearing on his face. That
was proof of their interaction.
The Boy put His underwear and trousers on in silence, His face still burning
red. Hajime stared at His ass underneath the trousers, still able to picture it
uncovered. He watched as the Boy reached into His bag, removing a pen and
sticky note. He quickly scribbled something on it, finally making eye contact
with Hajime, still on the ground.
“My name is Nagito… Please call me,” He requested, tossing the sticky note at
Hajime before shuffling away without another word. Hajime watched his ass as he
walked away, blinking in a stunned silence. He quickly grabbed the blue sticky
note, staring at the number.
“Nagito.”
Chapter End Notes
     "Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake / On my life, man,
     fuck's sake / I've only fucked Nagito / And ate his ass like a
     cupcake" - Hajime probably
     you know what i love? ass. you know whose ass i love? nagito's.
     this chapter simultaneously embarrassed me to write and turned me on.
     what a life!
     I’m kind of in to RC Hajime viewing Nagito as some god-like sexual
     being. We’d all fuck Nagito if we could though.
     I hope you enjoyed the surprise spanking lmao.
     i got back from the vacation from hell today and it's been a terrible
     day but here is a new chapter i wrote earlier in the week. i hope you
     enjoy.
     As always, please leave any comments, critiques, and suggestions
     below!
     The next prompt (which I'm posting in uuuuh five minutes) is 69. It's
     also,,, not KomaHina please don't attack me lmao
***** Height - [69] *****
Chapter Summary
     Day Fourteen: 69
     Pairing: [Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko x Nagito Komaeda]
     “Lay on your back, Nagi,” Fuyuhiko ordered, his freckled face painted
     a light pink in aroused anticipation. He watched as his boyfriend
     complied, his pale body nearly glowing in the moonlight that flowed
     in through the window of Fuyuhiko’s cottage. He was positively
     beautiful, though Fuyuhiko knew better than to say this out loud for
     fear of sending Nagito on a tangent of self-loathing.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Deepthroating, dirty talk, come eating
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Lay on your back, Nagi,” Fuyuhiko ordered, his freckled face painted a light
pink in aroused anticipation. He watched as his boyfriend complied, his pale
body nearly glowing in the moonlight that flowed in through the window of
Fuyuhiko’s cottage. He was positively beautiful, though Fuyuhiko knew better
than to say this out loud for fear of sending Nagito on a tangent of self-
loathing.
Nagito’s slim body settled on the sheets, his hard cock resting against the
pale skin of his flat stomach. Nagito’s cock was slightly smaller than average,
though it hardly bothered Fuyuhiko. Size never was thatimportant to the
gangster.
“… Now what, Fuyuhiko?” Nagito said in his raspy, soft voice, pale green orbs
staring earnestly up at the boy in question. Fuyuhiko smiled devilishly,
dropping his vertically striped trousers to the floor, the fabric pooling
around his ankles. He stepped out of them quickly, the tip of his hard cock
clearly sticking out from the skimpy black underwear he wore. Fuyuhiko’s cock
was around six inches, which was perfectly fine to both Nagito andFuyuhiko.
“Now, we’re gonna suck each other off. At the same time,” Fuyuhiko explained,
his white teeth gleaming in the moonlight room. Before Nagito could respond, he
assumed the position as quickly as he could, holding his mouth over Nagito’s
cock.
“You suck my cock, now” Fuyuhiko instructed before going to work, putting the
first two inches of Nagito’s cock in his mouth.
“Ah, Fuyuhiko… I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t? Just… put it in your mouth. It’s the same as
normal, just upside down,” Fuyuhiko asked as he popped his mouth off Nagito’s
cock, frustrated.
“I… can’t reach.”
Fuyuhiko stared at Nagito’s cock, blinking in genuine surprise. He arched his
back, looking at Nagito upside down, “… What?”
Nagito pressed his lips together, clearly suppressing a laugh, “I… I think our
heights don’t match up right for this,” He confessed, gently biting the tip of
his tongue between his teeth.
Fuyuhiko felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise in embarrassment, redness
creeping up from his neck. He practically rolled off the bed, landing on his
feet, “Well, I… that’s fucking stupid!”
At this, he plopped down on the edge of the bed, arms crossed like a pouting
child. He stared at the rug that sat in the middle of the floor, his face
burning in embarrassment. Of coursehis height would cause problems in front of
the one person he actually gave a fuck about!
He was interrupted from his internal lamentation by the sound of Nagito
shuffling off the bed, moving to stand in between Fuyuhiko’s legs. The luckster
practically towered over him as he stood, only serving to raise Fuyuhiko’s
frustration.
“Hey… don’t be mad. It’s okay! You’re perfect… I’m just freakishly tall,”
Nagito said sheepishly, lowering onto one knee in front of Fuyuhiko. He took
Fuyuhiko’s cock in his right hand, staring up through hooded eyes, “Let me,
okay?”
“… Fine.”
At this unenthusiastic agreement, Nagito immediately took Fuyuhiko’s cock into
his warm mouth, his tongue flicking over the tip of it every couple of seconds.
He thoroughly wet it, letting out enthusiastic little moans occasionally,
compensating for Fuyuhiko’s failed plans with his happiness.
Fuyuhiko relaxed, exhaling through his teeth as he set a hand on top of
Nagito’s head, his fingers curling slightly in the mess of soft, white curls.
Fuyuhiko’s legs spread slightly, allowing Nagito to scoot closer to the bed and
fall to both knees in front of his boyfriend.
Nagito took his own cock in his hand, jerking it as he sucked Fuyuhiko’s dick.
He hollowed his cheeks as he bobbed his heads, his moans sending vibrations
around Fuyuhiko’s cock.
“Ah,good boy,” Fuyuhiko growled out, tightening his grip. Nagito let him guide
his head back and forth. He took this opportunity to let his other hand reach
around, grabbing Fuyuhiko’s toned ass. The yakuza flinched slightly at this,
though allowed his boyfriend to do so. Fuyuhiko began pushing Nagito’s head a
bit farther down the length of his cock, low-pitched moans coming from his
chest, words of praise melting from his mouth.
Nagito’s hand jerk his own cock faster, spurred by the praise.
“You’re such a good boy for me, Nagi. I know you love my cock. I knowyou wish
I’d fuck you right here,” Fuyuhiko said just loudly enough for his boyfriend to
hear. Nagito moaned loudly in response, feeling a familiar sensation building
up in his stomach. He removed his hand at this, not wanting to come before
Fuyuhiko.
Fuyuhiko suddenly pushed Nagito back, causing him to fall back, resting
completely on his knees. Nagito stared up at his love with lust-clouded eyes,
his mouth open in preparation. Fuyuhiko gripped Nagito tightly by the hair
again, jerking his cock furiously with his right hand.
“Oh, fuck,here I come, baby,” Fuyuhiko groaned out as he came, hot liquid going
into Nagito’s open mouth. He stepped forward, shoving his cock halfway into
Nagito’s, finishing his orgasm, low grumbling coming from his throat the whole
time.
Fuyuhiko pulled his cock out and Nagito smiled up at him, swallowing down the
bitter tasting liquid. He stood, his cock reddened with how close to his own
climax he was, “Can I?”
“Come on me,” Fuyuhiko ordered, falling back on the bed, “Come on my chest,
babe.”
This sort of talk would have been beyond embarrassing to the luckster in any
other circumstance. Right now, however, his personal feelings were separated as
he crawled up, straddling Fuyuhiko’s stomach. He grabbed his cock, jerking it
quickly.
“Oh, Fuyu!”He called out, his hips jerking forward as he came over Fuyuhiko’s
tattooed chest, high-pitched moans filling the air as he finished. Once he was
done, he fell to the side next to Fuyuhiko, both of the pair breathing heavily
in post-orgasmic bliss.
“I’m gonna go clean off,” Fuyuhiko said, hopping up from the bed. Nagito
nodded, watching him walk away on the slightly shaky legs that came after such
an intense climax. Nagito moved up and under the blanket, waiting and watching.
Fuyuhiko walked back in soon enough, hopping in next to his boyfriend. Nagito
wrapped his long arms around Fuyuhiko, exhaling.
“… Well, there are plenty of other positions we can try! Maybe I can fuck you
over the bed, next,” He said, his bluntness hardly surprising in his current
state of exhaustion.
“… Maybe.”
 
Chapter End Notes
     In which I don’t care for 69ing at all and choose to alter the prompt
     lmao
     i sure do write come eating a lot even though i really Don't Care For
     It
     I listened to opera while writing this chapter. That means nothing
     but I thought you’d all like to know.
     This was kind of a basic chapter but? It’s all good, they can’t all
     be gr8 lmao. Spoiler alert: I wrote the exhaustation line at the end
     while I, too, am exhausted
     as always, please leave any comments, critiques, and suggestions
     below!
     the next prompt is sweet, passionate sex. it's gonna be uuhhh
     interesting i think. i've already started writing some of it.
     see ya nerds later.
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