nagito komaeda x reader one-shots

talentless ⚠️

smut warning!! degrading too we have sassy chap 4 nagito today!! I tried to make this gender neutral too so I hope I did that okay

Your first encounter with the eccentric boy was on a late evening in the after-school hours of Hope's Peak Academy. You were a good student and always volunteered to help out when needed, so you were staying behind to help a few of the Ultimates. You weren't like the other reserve course students, who loathed those who possessed ultimates. No, instead you treated them as equals and praised them for their talents, just like any person should.
You were with Chiaki Nanami, known as the Ultimate Gamer, and was helping her improve in Smash Brothers by being her opponent. You weren't amazing but your presence was enough to help her learn new skills. It was then that he walked in.
"Hey Chiaki- oh? Who's this?" He tilted his head, peering down at you with a curious expression.
"(Y/N). They're helping me work on my talent." Chiaki replied, eyes not leaving the screen.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). My name is Nagito. Nagito Komaeda. May I have the pleasure of knowing your talent?" He grinned, expectantly awaiting your response.
You stumbled over your words a bit, feeling a bit awkward under his intense gaze but managed to respond.
"I, uh, I don't have a talent. I'm from the Reserve Course." You told him.
Never had you seen someone's expression change from radiating positivity to wrinkling up in disgust so quickly. It looked like you had just told him about some gruesome serial killer or told a scat joke. Whatever it was, he did not look pleased whatsoever. You shivered slightly, a bit unnerved by his dirty look.
"Jeez... I feel sorry for you, being a talentless nobody." He sneered, causing you to gasp in surprise. "Anyway Chiaki, we have to go. We have things to do, not waste time with reserve course students."
You just sat there shellshocked while Chiaki gathered her things and left with a thanks and goodbye, leaving you sat there with your thoughts. You had never ever met an ultimate who had treated you so lowly. Getting up from your sitting position, you grabbed your own bag and walked out of the school with a bitter taste in your mouth. And to think you even found a slight interest in the guy...

Over the next few months, you found yourself regularly encountering Nagito. You tried to convince yourself you hated him, and that you should call him out for his shit and treat him the same as he did you, but you couldn't find it in your heart to do so. You just ignored his comments, giving him blank looks and continuing on with what you were doing.
"Still here? Oh my, don't you have reserve course stuff to be doing? Like learning your times tables?" He commented one afternoon while you were helping Mahiru take photos.
"Don't listen to him, (Y/N). He's just a hope obsessed freak, he doesn't know what he's talking about." Mahiru rolled her eyes, polishing her camera lens.
"Is that so? Even someone like me, scum like me, has more worth on this earth than them. As an ultimate, you should know that you are far superior to worthless trash like a reserve course student." Nagito chuckled. "But as expected, someone who represents hope such as yourself would be so charitable."
"Komaeda, shut up and get out." Mahiru glared at him, to which he let out a soft laugh.
"Ah, of course, don't mind me." He waved before leaving afterwards, Mahiru sighing heavily.
"Sorry (Y/N), I know he can be a bit blunt on times. It's not true alright? You're none of what he said." Mahiru reassured, causing you to smile.

You debated stopping your trips to the main course, the words Nagito had seeded in your head growing larger with each interaction. But you stayed strong, refusing to let his words get to you. From what you had heard, he wasn't exactly the most sane anyway and had an inferiority complex, so was reflecting his own insecurities onto you. It's not like you had to be alone with him, anyway... or so you thought.
One evening you were asked to help clean out the classrooms at the end of the week, being told you would have someone to help you. You accepted, of course, wanting to keep your clean record and secure a good report when you graduated from the academy. You'd arrived a little earlier, getting out the supplies and objects necessary to clean the room when your helper entered the room.
"Oh, if I'd known I'd be stuck with you then maybe I would've just gone home. How unlucky of me." He sighed, closing the door behind him.
You squinted your eyes slightly at him before returning to what you were doing, grabbing a broom and sweeping along the wooden floor. You hoped Nagito would just let you do your job in silence, but it seems peace wasn't an option.
"Despite my many attempts, you still come here and bother the ultimates. Are you that jealous that you'd try and ruin their lives?" Nagito asked.
You snapped at this, finally having enough of his shit.
"Jesus fuck, Nagito. Could you shut your mouth for five minutes?" You snarled, aggressively cleaning the floor with a scowl on your face.
Nagito stood there with his jaw agape, surprised at your sudden retaliation to his words.
"My, my... you really don't know your place here do you?" Nagito taunted, making you even angrier.
You didn't notice how he locked the classroom door, too busy with your job and trying not to strangle the little shit to do so.
"How about you keep talking and then I can get a talent as the Ultimate Murderer, hmm?" You threatened. "Look, I don't know what your problem is, but I'm a human being. I have feelings and what you say to me hurts. Who cares if I don't have a talent? That doesn't mean I'm not worth anything. I'm doing my best to help out here and you being a snarky asshole is not helping. If you don't like me, then just leave me alone."
You shot a glare his way before beginning to wipe down the desks, scrubbing harshly on the surface to try and release some anger. He was silent, you were successful and a breath of relief escaped your lips. Until you felt his presence tower over you once again. You were going to just slap him hard and maybe even kick him in the shin, but a pair of hands gripped onto your waist and pinned you downwards, his body weight pinning you down.
"What the-?! Get off me!" You yelled, trying to struggle your way out of his grasp.
He let out a breathy laugh, humming to himself and maintaining his strong hold on your body. He was surprisingly strong for a boy of his size and weight.
"Haha, I didn't know reserve course students could be so feisty. I suppose maybe I was wrong to say those things..." Nagito trailed off, pausing before speaking again. "But that doesn't mean that I don't think you need to learn your place around here."
You shuddered, the ghost of his breath tickling the nape of your neck. He chuckled again, bringing his lips down close to your ear.
"Did you know the classrooms here are completely sound-proof? It's so the ultimates can practice their talents without disturbing others... I thought that was an interesting fact." Nagito spoke.
He flipped you around so your back was laying on the desk, his face right up against yours and his body pressing down on you, giving you no way to escape his grasp.
"Reserve course students like you live to be stepping stones for hope... live to serve and worship the people titled as ultimates with your every deed." Nagito whispered, a grin etched on his face. "How about you help me with my talent today, hm? Let's see how far my luck can take us~"
Your eyes widened, understanding the situation and squirming underneath him to push you off. He laughed humourlessly at your failed attempts, scanning down your body before coming back up to your face.
"I'll stop bothering you about your status if you be obedient for me~" He offered, grinning wildly. "Prove to me that you can truly pleasure and help these symbols of hope."
(Y/N) looked at him with fearful eyes, gulping nervously and palms sweating. If you accepted, he would leave you alone... you would never have to deal with his insults and hurtful words ever again. So slowly, you nodded, accepting his proposal. His grin got even wider, a small giggle escaping his lips and his body moving even closer to you. His lips brushed yours, before he pressed them hard against yours. You squeaked slightly from the pressure, but he didn't tone it down, instead roughly grabbing your sides and pushing further into you. You hesitantly reciprocated the action, trying your best to keep up with his desperate pace. You could tell from his manners that he was touch-starved, inexperienced and a pang of pity hit you. Just what has this boy been through? So you tangled your fingers in his hair, lightly stroking his scalp and eliciting small groans of pleasure from him. He eventually tickled your lips with his tongue, slipping it into your mouth the moment you parted your lips. His tongue hastily explored your mouth, searching for more intimacy as his body grinded against yours. You broke apart, a string of saliva snapping between the two of you. He looked blissful, a red hue across his cheeks and his lips parted in a small smile. You took this moment to realise just how attractive Komaeda really was. It was like you saw him in a different light.
"Wait... what if someone-!" You panicked, but he cut you off.
"Shhshhshh, no one will come in. I've locked the door and I trust my luck after all~" He giggled. "Now be good for me, okay?"
Nagito reattached your lips to his, his hands beginning to roam your body before slipping up your shirt, his cold fingers dancing along your stomach. You flinched in surprise and he pushed your shirt up further, eventually taking off your coat and popping the buttons of your shirt. He wasted no time, rushing to remove the fabric from your body and to leave your torso completely bare. You felt him rub up your abdomen and chest, occasionally twisting and rubbing your nipples in the process. You had barely parted for a second and his lips had already reattached themselves to your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin harshly and roughly. You moaned as he hit a special spot, feeling his tongue lash out and his teeth roll your skin, nibbling and kissing the skin to leave a mark where he was.
"Yes... yes... you should be marked, marked to remind you who you live to serve... hahaha!" He spoke to himself, licking the sore bruise and panting heavily.
His lips explored your entire upper half, kissing along your collarbones, then your chest, your stomach and down to your lower abdomen.
"Now comes the fun part~" He murmured, removing your bottoms from your body and leaving you completely naked under his control. "Jeez, just look how turned on you are... over little old me too."
You tried to remove some of Nagito's clothing too, but he stopped you, flipping you back on your stomach so you were leaning with your ass up against the desk.
"No, this is for my pleasure only. Don't you dare step out of line." Nagito scolded.
You heard his pants unbuckle, the clinking of metal piercing through the room as his pants dropped to the floor. He placed one hand on your hip and the other pressed down on your middle back, preventing you from moving too much.
"I don't think you need any prep now, do you? You should be fine, with my luck anyway. Who knows?" Nagito bit his lip, slowly prodding his erection at your entrance.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as he fully pushed himself inside of you, legs quaking while his thick length stretched you out.
"They don't call me the Ultimate Lucky Student for nothing, you know. Hahaha!" He gasped and groaned, pressing his hips fully up against you before pulling out and snapping them back together again.
You winced in pain, given no time to adjust as he fucked you relentlessly, fast pace and rough thrusts. You felt tears prick at your eyes, your body pushed down firmly on the desk and your hole being used aggressively by the white-haired luckster.
"Hahaha! Amazing! This truly feels amazing! I never thought someone from the reserve course could make me feel such hope! Gnh~ mmh~" He rambled, maintaining a quick pace. "(Y/N), you feel wonderful, maybe you should be the ultimate slut. My ultimate slut~"
Hearing Nagito praise you sent your senses haywire, moaning and spluttering out pure nonsense while he rammed himself in and out of you. You clutched on desperately to the sides of the desk, vision spotting as he repeatedly hit all your soft spots. You could feel him throb inside of you, his thrusts getting more erratic and inconsistent as he closed in on his high.
"Mmh, are you gonna cum, beautiful?~" Nagito taunted, laughing as you moaned from his words. "Hold it. You don't get to cum until I do."
You whimpered but did as he said, restraining yourself from your orgasm as much as you possibly could. Nagito didn't help at all, purposefully hitting your soft spot to elicit more pleasure and make it harder for you to control yourself. You could feel tears drip down your face, the overwhelming sensation too much to hold back.
"Awhh, am I too much for you? You shouldn't be surprised, you're not even worthy of taking an Ultimate's cock, yet here you are. You should be grateful." Nagito mocked, getting a kick from seeing you so submissive. "Beg hard enough and maybe I'll let you cum."
Reduced to a blubbering mess, you obediently complied to his request.
"P-please! Please let me cum... you're right, I'm just a lowly reserve course student, I'm so grateful to get this attention from an ultimate! Haah~ l-let me cum! Please, I've been soooo- hng~ good." You blabbered.
Nagito didn't respond, quickening up his pace and leaving you on edge. Then, he suddenly stopped, pushing himself deep inside of you and bringing his lips down to your ear once again.
"Okay baby, cum for me~" He ordered.
You let out a breathy moan/cry, your walls tightening around his length as you finally came, thanking him for letting you do so. He bit down harshly on his lip, orgasming himself, his seed filling you up.
"Mmh~ (Y/N)!~" He groaned out, pushing himself against you.
He kissed at the nape of your neck, rubbing your sides with his hands with his hair tickling your skin until he finishing riding out his high. He pulled out of you, dressing his lower half and leaving you vulnerable on the desk.
"Same time next week?" He grinned.

Gonna be honest with you, totally out of ideas for new o/s lmao. Any requests would be greatly appreciated.