Dont Get Caught

Dont Get Caught

Characters - Servant!Nagito Komaeda x Reader Summary - Things get depraved while trying to escape from a crazed Servant Word Count - 1,802 Warnings - Smut, Servant being absolutely feral, Female Reader, The consent LOOKS dubious at first but shes into it trust guys, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Junko's hand is barely mentioned one time A/N - This used to be in first person lol, but uhh being fr I dunno where this came from I passed out and woke up with five pages idk.

Pain shoots through the soles of your feet as you tear through the halls as fast as you can, the sound of chains rattling accompanies a sick, twisted laugh echoing out from behind.

 "Ahaahahah~ Oh dear! Do you really think you can run from me?! How mistaken you are. " A chill shoots through your body at those words, distracting you, causing you to trip over your feet and go tumbling to the floor. "Ow! Damn it!" you yelp, your ankle throbbing with pain as you scramble back up to your feet. Your escape slowed. "Uh-oh! Looks like someone’s not as lucky as they thought they were!" Your pursuer chuckles darkly.

Gritting your teeth, you limp past door after door, finally finding one that’s unlocked rushing inside and turning the locking mechanism behind you as your eyes skittishly search the room for a hiding spot. There! That might work! you think wildly, diving underneath a table covered with cloth, body shaking as your ears prick up at the door handle rattling, someone panting heavily behind it. The noise stops and relief washes over your body, but at the soft, unmistakable clinking noise of a key, your stomach drops. With a click, the door creaks open.

You can hear the footsteps of "Servant", as he prefers to be called, creeping closer and closer, his deceptively softened voice murmurs, echoing dreadfully in your ears. "Aww come on dearest~ won’t you come out and play?" He coos, trying to lure you out into the open. 

Your eyes never leave the shadowy outline of his body behind the thin sheet of fabric, stalking the room, occasionally bending down or lifting things in search of your person. Small sounds of disappointment leave his mouth every time he’s wrong. The chain around his neck rattled softly with each movement. 

After a few minutes, his eyes land on the table you’re hiding under.

Your lungs burn as you hold your breath, careful not to make a sound as he slowly creeps over, inspecting the table but never moving the cloth. Your whole body was trembling so hard you were almost certain he could hear your shaking. With a dissatisfied sigh, he turns on his heel and starts to slink away from the table. Closing your eyes, you let out a gasp of relief, foolishly believing he had left. Suddenly you feel a strong grip around the protruding bony knobs of your ankle and within seconds you’re dragged out from under the table, Servant pinning you roughly to the floor, a crazed expression of victory and desire plastered on his face. 

As you tremble underneath his grip he leans down, locking his longing eyes on your shaking form. His warm breath sends shivers through your body as he leans further and whispers into your ear, "So what now Angel?" Your wide eyes slowly soften as he patiently waits for an answer.

Your response comes in the form of your lips curling upward, bestowing him with a shaky smile. You suck in a breath as an animalistic look fills his eyes, followed by a far too-wide grin before his mouth slams onto your own, immediately overtaking your tongue with the fervor of a lunatic, all the while he practically tears your clothes off. He only pauses his assault on your lips to help your still-shaky hands remove his ragged sweater, revealing the sallow expanse of his pale skin. You take particular care to avoid pulling \his striped glove off along with his sleeves, the both of you keen on keeping the knit hiding the rotting piece of Enoshima firmly on.

 His hungry eyes trail over your now-exposed body. Heat flushing your face and somewhere much lower as he starts biting and sucking along your throat harshly, reddish-purple marks blooming on the delicate skin of your neck in his wake, marking you as his and his alone.

 Moans of pleasure and pain tremble in the air past your chapped lips as he moves lower, his large hands lightly scratching down your sides and then trailing off to grip your thighs harshly. "God... you look so fucking hot spread out for me like this, darling," he moans, burying his face into the swells of your chest, nipping and sucking at one of the sensitive pink buds while the other hangs free, bouncing in tempo with the movement of his head dipping to latch onto your nipples. Quiet moans slip out of your mouth as you gaze upon the depraved sight of Servant sucking on your tits like a whiny baby, alternating between each side in an effort to give both his undivided attention. 

Your core was hot and dripping from the feeling, but craving more. And as if he could read your mind your eyes widen as I watch him nestle between your legs, spreading them out farther. Even though you had a front-row seat to his minstrations Shock still shot through you as he swiped his index finger through the slick heat between your thighs. "H-huh! Wait, what are you-" You don't get the privilege of finishing your question as Servant quickly thrusts one of his long fingers into your throbbing cunt. Pistoning it in and out at a frighteningly fast pace.

 "Mmph! I-it feels so good Servant!" Your mewls are music to his ears as he thrusts a second finger in, obscene squelching sounds accompanying your lustful melody filling the air. The white curls of his hair slip into his face as Servant lifts his head and soaks in the scene below him. The erection he has is so blatantly obvious as it strains against his grimy jeans that it looks painful, a thin line of saliva pooling in the corner of his mouth as he unconsciously grinds himself against the floor in erratic jerks. "Angel, you feel so- so good on my fingers like that…" he whines softly, his tone not at all matching the ferocity he’s finger-fucking you with, your hips twitching upward violently whenever he presses into that spongy spot your own smaller fingers could never dream of reaching on their own.

 He slows down and pulls his fingers out of you, a dissatisfied whimper dragging out of your mouth as the sensation of pleasure dissipates and is replaced with frustrating emptiness. Servant, however, wraps his mouth around his dripping fingers and sucks. An absolutely salacious moan erupting from him as he licks his fingers clean, "Sweets aren’t usually something I enjoy... but you taste divine dearest..." he breathes in a low tone that makes you clench around nothing while he uses his free hand to unzip his overly tight jeans and rip them off, taking the boxers with them. 

The groan that escapes Servant as his twitching cock is finally released sends a fresh bolt of arousal to your core. The sight of the poor thing leaking fat pearls of pre and flushed an angry red member made your cunt practically ache for it.  With one look at your huffy breathing, and wide eyes fixed upon him Servant’s restraint snaps. His eyes swirling with lust darken as he grabs your hips, and without warning, slams himself fully inside you. Bottoming out. A sharp sting shoots through you with each of his thrusts, slowly fading into rolling waves of satisfaction. "A-Aaah! S-Servant Mmph! Wait-" Your wailing cut off once again,  the pain and pleasure of being fucked so mercilessly blended your senses in a way only Servant could accomplish.

 "Y-You feel so good inside me!" Your voice keens. And as he picks up the pace, sharp, deranged laughter melds in with moans spilling uncontrollably from his mouth. A chill goes up your spine but you instinctively wrap your legs around him anyway, giving him better and –more importantly– deeper access into your gushing cunt. Your nails claw red lines into his pale back as your body reacts, hips rolling in time with his, the pain melting into overwhelming pleasure.

"Yeah? Yeah! God, please don’t s- stop talking! " he snarls into your shoulder as his head falls to bury his face back into your skin as he loses himself in the ecstasy of you, hips snapping faster and faster as your cry out nearly reaching the release you both had been chasing.

 " Servant- Ah! Please, please never stop!" your voice breaks as you moan out for him, all while he growls and keens like a starved animal. "More! Aha- Keep going!" he demands, Wrenching one of your legs over his deceptively frail shoulder, letting him rut deeper. You shriek now that he’s hitting that spot, the feeling of his spasming cock almost too much for you to take as you dangle on the precipice of finishing.

 "S-so good! I-I’m almost there- Ahh! Please-" Your words falter as the walls of your greedy cunt flutter around him, moans ripping from your throat almost as fast as he’s slamming his hips into you. Servant slows just a fraction and purrs sadistically sweet into your ear, "Please what?" He asks, almost innocently, innocent except for the look of pure crazed desire on his face.

 "Please fuck me till all I can remember is you! Aaah! Fuck me until I’m absolutely mindless!"  You beg shamelessly, your release practically dangling from a frayed thread clutched between his lithe fingers. "Perfect darling…" he praises, and in a matter of seconds, the starved, crazed part of him returns and his brutal pace along with it. Slamming into you rougher than before. "A-angel I’m going to- Nnghh!" Servant gritted his teeth, thrusting faster and faster.

Words finally abandon you as you moan and writhe without abandon, back arching and thighs trembling as stars blind you. Your body convulses with the force behind your orgasm, waves of pleasure and relief crashing into you as your mouth drops open in babbling and incoherent whimpering. Servant finishes next, the pace and rhythm of his thrusts becoming disoriented as the heat building in him reaches its boiling point and he spills over, his cock twitching and throbbing as cum shoots out of it, filling the confines of your cunt and gushing out of it, dripping down your thighs and the floor beneath your bodies. 

"Mmm, you were so good for me Angel..." Servant collapses onto you, his head resting upon your chest as you lean into his warmth. “Thank you." He whispers weakly against the bruising skin of your hickey-lined neck, snuggling closer into the warmth of your plush body. You sigh content and high on your afterglow as you nuzzle against his milky skin, uncaring of the dirt that marred his complexion, "Mmhm..." You can barely hm a response, but he seems more than satisfied and pulls you in closer. Each of your quickly beating hearts slow to the rhythm of unconsciousness as you fall asleep like dogs together on the floor.

A little reminder

Because of pride month I'm forced to see stupid opinions of people online so I made this

This is the only time you'll see me partake in discourse

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Hellooo! Can I have a talentless reader who's a huge simp for Nagito and finally gathers the courage to ask him out on a date? Thank you! <3

♡ Talentless! Reader Asking Nagito on a Date!♡

Awwwh!! I love the idea of this one, I hope I did it justice!! Thank you for requesting, my lovely, feel free to come back anytime!! Have a wonderful day. <3

I went moreso off of a Non-Despair AU for this particular scenario. I feel like with the threat of the killing game there, his behaviour is more affected; so a Non-Despair AU seemed healthier to me. I did a little bit of backstory at the start to flesh it out, but I promise I wrote what you requested as well!! I really hope I did it well! I’m sorry it’s taken so long. College has been kicking me since I came back and I’ve had some other life stuff to attend to!! I am working on everyone’s requests though, I promise!

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♡ When Nagito first found out you didn’t possess an ultimate talent, you were genuinely rather scared as to how he’d react.

♡ You were friends with Hajime, and you’d heard from the man himself about how awkward things could get with Nagito on the topic of lacking a talent.

♡ You knew Nagito would eventually know, but you hadn’t actually met him.

♡ That was, until, the day the two found you by accident.

♡ You were in the local park making friendship bracelets when you looked up to see Hajime walking just a little bit away from you.

♡ He seemed to sense you looking, and turned to glance. With a smile, you nodded at him, not unable to wave due to the bracelet you were crafting.

♡ He gave a small, wave at you in response, and that’s when you noticed the person standing next to him.

♡ That must have been Nagito…

♡ You weren’t one for the myth of “love at first sight”, but you had to admit you were immediately drawn to him.

♡ That is, however, until he noticed you.

♡ Within a mere moment his eyes latched onto yours, the dulled out greens of them catching in the sunlight. In a surprised state, you gave him a smile.

♡ He seemed a little taken aback by this, eyes widening.

♡ Was that a bad idea?

♡ Sometime during your staring, the two seemed to have come over.

♡ Long story short, you were introduced, with context as to how Hajime knew you, and of course the realisation had occurred that you did not possess an ultimate.

♡ It honestly didn’t go as bad as you expected, with Nagito just pausing before quietly going “Oh, that’s a shame.”

♡ However, this seemed to prompt you to ask if he wanted a friendship bracelet. Stubborn determination, perhaps?

♡ To see you be so kind despite his comment towards you honestly touched Nagito to some degree. It made him feel a little guilty as well.

♡ That’s probably what prompted the soft spot he held for you.

♡ Fast forward sometime into the future, and you’d managed to somehow befriend Nagito. You’d text him pretty much everyday, show genuine interest in him as an individual, as well as actively aim to spend time with him whenever you could.

♡ Through the friendship you’d formed with Nagito, you’d gathered quite a bit of understanding for him. It was hard for a while, since he’s not the most clear in communicating, but you got there.

♡ Eventually, you began to realise you were beginning to develop a crush on the guy.

♡ This crush turned into sincere affection, which soon turned into love.

♡ Which brings us to the present.

♡ Honestly, you’ve become a total simp for Nagito. You’d do anything for him, and you do. You text him good morning and good night, you always hype him up, and you love bringing him little gifts whenever you can. You also just really enjoy talking to him.

♡ It confuses him greatly, and he’ll tell you that. He constantly goes on about how he doesn’t deserve such treatment, not from anyone.

♡ “I can’t understand why you’re so merciful, so gracious, to someone like me,” he’ll tell you, unprompted or prompted, “I don’t deserve such devotion…”

♡ “Well, I happen to think you do,” you’d say “I think you deserve the world.”

♡ Needless to say you absolutely devoted yourself to him. Somehow, you not possessing an Ultimate seemed to not be as much as an issue as you thought.

♡ If anything, it made him feel somewhat more comfortable around you. He seemed to feel slightly more at ease because a root cause of his inferiority was not there. Nagito’s always seen himself as worthless, below everyone he used to attend Hope’s Peak with, so for you to lack an Ultimate in a way made Nagito feel more on a level with you.

♡ You enjoyed his company, to say the least.

♡ However, there was a thought that had been nagging at your mind for a while now.

♡ You wanted to take him out.

♡ “Not…Not that sort of “take out”!” you remembered exclaiming, directing your self-correction towards Hajime as you threw yourself onto his beanbag, “I just wanna make him feel special…”

♡ You remember hanging your head bashfully at this, shaking it.

♡ Hajime idly shrugged, “Try it,” he told you, “Ask him.”

♡ “No,” you recalled yourself mumbling, “No, I couldn’t. I’m not exactly…”

♡ “Exactly what?”

♡ “His…Uhm…” you struggled, “Not exactly type, but…I don’t know. Even if I was, I just don’t think he’d ever consider me because of my plainness.”

♡ “Your plainness?” Hajime remarked, squinting, “As far as I’m concerned, the only plain thing about you is that you never attended Hope’s Peak as an Ultimate. You have a lot of life in you though and, if anything, I’m the plain one.”

♡ “Besides,” he added, “I think Nagito…cares about you, genuinely. With him and I, there was a lot of work that had to be done, but with you…”

♡ …

♡ “Well, he just seemed to latch onto you instantly, right? Sure, at first he was rocky because of our similarity, but…he let go of it a lot faster with you than he did for me.”

♡ “I’d personally go over everything between the two of you, mentally of course. I don’t see a reason why you couldn’t ask him out on a date.”

♡ So, that’s what you did. You thought things over, analysed everything, observed his dedication, observed your dedication.

♡ However, you just couldn’t shake the feeling that what you were planning to do would backfire horribly.

♡ There was always something at the back of your mind that made you anxious.

♡ You’d have everything planned out, rehearse what you wanted to say, and then when the time came you absolutely crumbled.

♡ You eventually decided maybe asking via text was better, rather than whenever you and Nagito managed to interact physically, but even then it was a struggle.

♡ On the other side of things, Nagito was beginning to get the sense there was something you wanted.

♡ I mean, you messaged him rather frequently, always seeming to want to say more than what was said.

♡ When he saw you in person, the air seemed a little shy.

♡ He wasn’t sure if it was something to do with his luck, either that or you were beginning to tire of him.

♡ Something about the latter theory made him ache in a way he didn’t think he quite could.

♡ It felt…nice, talking to you.

♡ Nagito struggled a lot with interacting, never quite understanding social cues, and often had his luck bail on him.

♡ However, this time around, it seemed to bless him.

♡ You were so patient with him, so kind to him, devoted even…

♡ It startled him. He didn’t expect, nor was he used to it.

♡ Yet still, you made yourself present, even after he’d judged you so harshly that first time he saw you…? Even though there were so many other people out there, so many people to befriend?

♡ Goodness me…

♡ He was flattered, of course, but back to the original point.

♡ He knew there was something on your mind and, eventually, he started trying to subtly ask about it.

♡ Either you didn’t understand his meaning, or you were intentionally ignoring the subject, it did not work and he was left wondering.

♡ Your choice to show consideration for him and befriend him immediately set in a newfound feeling of slight hope for Nagito which, in turn, created a soft spot. He really did care for you, and tried to do everything right. He didn’t know whether he was being a good friend, and he felt he likely wasn’t.

♡ But, truthfully, he cared dearly for you.

♡ You, on the other hand, weren’t sure if you were worthy of having his friendship; let alone the privilege of taking him out on a date.

♡ You kept trying to motivate yourself, going over what to say, but that question of anxiety kept appearing.

♡ It wasn’t even entirely about the fact you were talentless, you were just…scared.

♡ But you knew you had to bite the bullet someday. After all, you’d hung out with him plenty of times as a friend, so why would this be any different?

♡ Well…you supposed it would be a little different, but you’d already been alone with Nagito and you knew how to take his energy. In a similar fashion, he’d grown comfortable with yours.

♡ You just hoped he didn’t become cruel when you decided to ask.

♡ As you approached Nagito after a group hangout with Hajime, you were so frightened.

♡ It had been a month of you deliberating asking him and, with Hajime’s advice in mind, you decided to.

♡ Confidence had finally sided with you. You’d spent the past month planning, debating asking, searching for places he’d enjoy; or things he’d like to do. Nagito was most definitely the type of person to just happily let the other party make all the decisions, but you wanted it to be something he’d like too.

♡ Assuming he’d agree, anyway…

♡ Regardless, you knew you had to try at some point.

♡ Nervously, you caught up to him, calling out.

♡ When the time came to ask, your mind was so scrambled.

♡ There you were, middle of the park, struggling to find your words even though just five seconds ago they were so well-prepared.

♡ And there Nagito was, just standing there, oh so patiently waiting.

♡ His face displayed no irritation, no judgement, just mere curiosity.

♡ You had to take a moment.

♡ “Y/N,” you heard him say, voice gentle, though prompting, “Is…Is there something you need?”

♡ You looked at him, analysing his features. You took in the way his eyes glistened as he squinted, hues of grey and green catching in the sun.

♡ Inhaling sharply, you stared back at him.

♡ Oh, he was adorable…

♡ Sheepish nerves clung to you as your head dipped, fumbling with your hands once the words began to come out.

♡ “Well, it’s not exactly a need,” you began, glancing back up at him meekly, “It’s…Well, for me maybe but…not in that kind of…”

♡ You took a moment, apologising.

♡ Nagito laughed at this, which only seemed to make you shoot back into silence.

♡ “What is it, Y/N?” he asked, neither threatening or impatient, just curious, gentle.

♡ “Nagito,” you swallowed your panic, raising your head, “I don’t know if this is the right way of approaching this topic but…”

♡ “But…?”

♡ “I really value you as a friend. I love your company so very much but…but recently I’ve been starting to ponder on some things.”

♡ You took a second, gathering yourself.

♡ “I really do enjoy the times we have together, Nagito. You’re wonderful, and it’s because of this that I was wondering, and you can say no, but I was wondering if you’d…”

♡ …

♡ “Would you like to go out on a date with me?”

♡ …

♡ You hung your head for a second, terrified, before hearing quiet laughter from in front of you.

♡ You slowly looked up, anxious to see his reaction, only to see that Nagito’s face was glowing.

♡ His lips had slowly grown into a relieved smile, flattery ever present through the red that adorned his pale skin.

♡ He looked at you softly, tilting his head, eyebrows dipped in a sympathetic manner.

♡ Overall he seemed…happy. Grateful, even.

♡ It surprised you, but as you looked at him, his laughter faded.

♡ With it, came a steady, but certain, nod.

♡ You felt yourself grin, the terror leaving your body.

♡ And Nagito seemed to know.

It's funny that when Kodaka tweeted about Shuichi being bisexual everyone screamed for joy, but when he tweeted about Komaeda being totally cool with going out with girls, everyone went blind.

y/n would get sooo many bites, not even from anything sexual, just cause he likes nipping at you

(He is either really apologetic, or feels no remorse)

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