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message from izurusstuff: hello, lovelies <3 i woke up today and immediately ran to tumblr because of an amazing thought i had >:) it’s inspired by @goddess-of-green’s teacher nagito smut, i highly recommend you check their’s out because it’s awesome and lives in my mind rent free. also this is 18+ only, minors do NOT interact!!! and everyone’s legal age. also there’s spoilers for the danganronpa 3 anime and ending of goodbye despair, so read with caution if you don’t want spoilers

summary: You’re a student at the University of Tokyo a couple years after The Tragedy. The whole ordeal inspired you to become a psychology major with a minor in ethics. It’s your senior year at the university— you only have a semester left until graduation. Everything was perfect until this point, but your high-level ethics professor makes it hard to keep up your perfect grades. Fed up, you confront him, which leads to… something special ;)

A+ (Teacher!Izuru Kamukura x Fem!Reader Smut)

It’s another day in class towards the end of the semester. Finals are quickly approaching, and your stoic teacher is handing your papers back at the end of class. For some reason, he just wouldn’t give out A’s in his class. Your perfect 4.0 GPA was going to be brought down by this right before you graduated! You grew tired of his antics. Of course, it didn’t really tick you off until you spent days without sleep trying to finish your paper. Every other source told you that it was amazing and captivating.

But you got a B+, an 89.9

You were basically fuming at that point. It was obvious Professor Kamukura wasn’t going to admit that your paper deserved an A. Rage boiled through your body. Your nostrils flared and your knuckles tightened. You stared into your professors eyes with pure anger. He wouldn’t admit it, but your reaction wasn’t boring to him. He was used to boredom. His eyebrow ever so slightly raised at you, which only pissed you off more.

Without breaking any eye contact, you ripped up your 30 page paper in front of him and slammed it on his desk. Oh boy, he did not know what he was signing up for when he messed with the valedictorian’s perfect GPA.

“Can I help you?” He scoffed.

His apathy was the straw that broke the camel’s back. With your fists balled up, you took a deep breath and let it OUT.

“Is it your mission in life to make everyone miserable? Is it because you got used by your school to become a human weapon? Why the FUCK do you have to be so condescending?! Do you KNOW how hard I worked to be here?! DO YOU?! If you hate people sooo much and you’re always bored by them, why did you take the job here? It’s not like you’re the best of the best! I can name thousands of people who’d be a better teacher for this job than you are… so why do you think you’re hot shit? You’re not… you’re a hurt little boy with some weird complex a-and you’re RUINING everything… so what the fuck is your problem, Kamukura?!”

Holy shit. Your response had him speechless for a brief second. He had to compose himself before staring you down and giving a response. However, you weren’t even CLOSE do being done…

“Your paper was bori-”

“Boring? Yeah, I fucking KNOW! Everything’s boring to you! But I am NOT letting your stubborn ass ruin my perfect GPA, do you understand?! What would capture your attention? Writing my paper on Junko Enoshima? Chiaki Nanami? Ooh I know! How about Hajime Hinata!”

Ouch. The last name really struck a nerve with Izuru. He actually felt a sense of sadness; something he hasn’t felt since he watched Chiaki’s final moments. Kamukura simply walked away, the nerve!

“Oh, you think I’m DONE with you?!”

“Doubtful.” He rolled his eyes, opening the classroom door for you. Huh, weird.

“I’m heading to my office. You can come with or continue your temper tantrum in here until the next class comes.”

You stood in shock for a moment. He was actually inviting you to his office…? I mean, it was in his own weird way, but it counted, right?

He walked in front of you without saying a word, only motioning to the door of his office.

Izuru’s office definitely didn’t fit him. There was a few coffee mugs, packets of chamomile tea, kawaii stuffed animals, a sword, etc. Were these all the gifts his former classmates gave him?

“Sit.”

You did as he said, looking around at everything in awe. Kamukura pulled out a folder than had your last name on it with copies of your old papers. You were utterly shocked he kept up with stuff like that.

“[L/N]. Your final semester here.”

“How did you-?”

“You’re valedictorian. I hear about you wherever I go.”

He… knew stuff about you? You were utterly shocked and dumbfounded. You thought you were just another boring face to him.

“I’ll say this one time and one time only. Your response to your grade impressed me. We both know that never happens.”

“Oh. Sorry, I guess?”

“Don’t apologize. It takes away character.”

You looked at the floor and nodded as Professor Kamukura looked through your folder more. Surprisingly, it earned a few impressed eyebrow raises from him.

“Your papers have no mistakes. They’re merely boring to me. Except for your last one on the ethics of Hope’s Peak. For obvious reasons, I do not have any interest in reading a paper about the school that used me.”

Realization hit you, and you actually felt bad for him. It was the first time you did. You looked at the ground and nodded. Kamukura obviously picked up on your regret, which he rolled his eyes to and tapped on the desk to get your attention.

“Why are you remorseful? It’s just a grade. If you need an A that badly, I’ll change it.”

You shook your head. It nearly knocked him out of his seat in surprise.

“No. It’s because you’re still a person, which everyone forgets about. Including me.”

Your humanization of him really REALLY struck a nerve. But in a good way. The tone in the room shifted to a way more positive one, and you swear you saw his mouth turn into an ever so slight smile.

“Your response… was not what I was expecting, Y/N.”

He used your first name?! You jolted up to stare at him in utter disbelief.

“If you want to go, I won’t keep you.”

You shook your head. Neither of you knew what to say next. However, it seemed you two were truly seeing each other as humans. Not human experiment and student who only cared about her grades, but humans… and tension filled the air. Both of you stood up with Izuru locking his office door and backing you against the wall.

Your heart fluttered so incredibly fast. Just mere moments ago, you were about to square up with your teacher. Now you want nothing more than to hold him. Little did you know he felt the same about you.

His red eyes expressed a hint of worry behind them. You could tell he was concerned about hurting you or pressuring you into this.

With a deep breath, you closed the distance between you two and finally kissed him. You expected him to shove you away and call you boring, but his hands merely cupped your face as he deepened the kiss. You melted into it, completely forgetting that he was the reason you wouldn’t have a perfect GPA. But in that moment, you couldn’t care. You didn’t care that you were passionately kissing your teacher who has no emotion towards anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want to leave?” Kamukura asked, not taking his eyes off your mouth. You could tell he wanted nothing more than you to stay with him.

“I’m sure…”

His mouth slightly widened into the barely visible smile he had before. He smiled into another kiss with you, pushing you up against the wall. Izuru obviously knew what you were thinking, but he didn’t want to make the first move out of respect (consent king). So, you took his hands and moved them down to the dip in your hips. He definitely got the memo.

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

You nodded. The kisses got more rough, but he took his time with caressing your body. You loved the passion he was showing, but God you wanted him to hurry up.

Once he got to your chest, you took your shirt off, giving him an uncovered view of your chest. He was mesmerized by your body. Kamukura pulled you into yet another kiss, but this time it was by grabbing your ass. You were surprised by his strength, but then again, he WAS made to be impossibly strong…

While he was doing his own thing to you, you unbuttoned his shirt and watched it slide down his muscular arms. Holy shit. You weren’t expecting that. You should’ve, but you didn’t.

He softly chuckled, and that surprised both of you. Izuru removed his shirt, pulling you closer. You could feel each other’s body heat. You finally took off your bra and slid your skirt down. He took no time in reaching for your chest and caressing it. Meanwhile, you got his pants off. He led the two of you to his desk…

Kamukura laid you down and kissed down your body until he got to the line of your underwear. With a delicate touch, he took them off and put himself between your thighs, looking up at you with curiosity and lust. You whimpered, and that only made him more crazed.

He gently rubbed a finger up your slit, causing you to whimper yet again. You could see his smile through your half lidded gaze.

Finally he stuck a finger in. You gasped out in pleasure, and he slowly moved it in and out. You grabbed his hair and whimpered again. Fuck it, he couldn’t wait any more.

Kamukura removed his last article of clothing and slowly slid into you. Your hands grasped onto his toned back as your moans got louder with every inch he put in. He looked down at you, putting his hands underneath your back as he began his thrusting.

You heard his soft grunts, making you further crazed. You wrapped his legs around his torso and he sped up. The light of the hallway peeking in through his blinds gave his toned body a beautiful glow, and you were starstruck by it.

In an odd moment of wholesomeness, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead while he harshly thrusted into you. The duality, good lord.

Your whimpers and tightening drove him crazy. He sped up as fast as he could, causing his desk to shake. Even if someone heard you two, neither of you cared because of how good you both felt.

Even though it felt like seconds, moments passed before you tightened around him from finishing, therefore making him cum too. Both of you were unbelievably sweaty from the deed, and you laid on his desk staring at the ceiling.

“I’ll change your grade to an A.”

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austajunk · 18 days

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8, Komaegi 👀

Hot damn! I haven't gotten to write a somnophilia fic for Komaegi since Kinktober a few months back.

Let's say that this takes place when Servant, as an Ultimate Despair, is caught by Makoto and awaiting undergoing the NWP. Servant gets more than just a little bit curious about the Ultimate Hope...

Triggers: Somnophilia, non-con, orgasm denial (for himself lol)

Makoto Naegi simply couldn't stay awake forever.

From beyond his cell, Servant watched him closely even though the two had barely exchanged words. It was odd. When he finally had the famed Ultimate Hope within his sights, so close that he could reach between the bars and just brush his suit with his fingertips, Servant couldn't find anything to say. No taunts. No questions. All he could manage were genuine looks of pure curiosity that he showered Makoto in.

Chestnut brown hair, soft, green eyes, a look of sincerity... was that all there was to Ultimate Hope? An appearance so remarkably average? An unavoidable yawn slipped from Makoto's lips in between breaking the silence to check if Servant needed anything while he was imprisoned.

What Makoto was going to do with him, Servant didn't know. Nor did he really care. For all he knew, he was half an hour from his execution at that very moment, but if he could spend his last few moments observing the one who ended Junko Enoshima, then he could consider himself truly blessed.

Makoto's eyes had grown heavy. Perhaps that was Servant's luck. Servant let his chest rest against the bars of the cell, his eyes locking on Makoto as he yawned. It was so hard, so difficult to tear his gaze away on occasion from the other boy. Servant could feel his teeth sink into his bottom lip, the pressure in his mind encouraging him to draw as close as the bars would allow him to. But he had to fiddle with his hands and look away. He had to put Makoto at ease. Whenever Makoto softly yawned or drew a lazy hand through his sharp hair, Servant knew the ploy was working. He was lulling Makoto into a state of beautiful complacency, a position where he could freely be observed.

"Mhnn..." Makoto pushed his palm against his sleepy eyes, but it did little to prevent his eyes from lowering shut. He wanted to stay awake, to comfort Nagito Komaeda some more if he could. Still, he found him hard to talk to. All he would receive from his fellow Hope's Peak peer were small gestures of praise here and there. Makoto found that off-putting.

And after days of searching out each Ultimate Despair after another, he was so tired. His eyes were unbearably heavy. His fingernails scraped the dirty ground of the warehouse he stored Nagito Komaeda in, trying to prop his head upwards to keep awake.

It was no wonder he ended up like this, refusing to let Byakuya or Kyoko take over for him. It was just like him...

His head drooped backwards against the wall. A hard wall of stone was surprisingly comfortable after a few days of no sleep. His eyes settled down, and the light faded from his vision. Just a little rest... it was alright.

Nagito Komaeda couldn't go anywhere.

"He really is... so ordinary," Servant breathed, his form shadowing over Makoto's slumbering body.

After Makoto had succumbed to exhaustion, Servant merely stood up and tested the lock on the cell door. Definitely locked. But if he was lucky...

Applying some more weight, the lock shifted with a soft snap from the inner mechanism. Servant groaned, feeling a throb in his hands from shoving the door. It still wasn't open, but he thought it was well worth another try. So, he did. Another full force shove saw the lock snap with another minor clanging noise. His eyes narrowed to see that Makoto did not stir from the noise he made, nor from the door creaking open lightly.

Immediately, Servant sank to the floor and crawled to observe the Ultimate Hope, taking time to stare into his sleeping face. Soft. There was no other word to describe him. Makoto Naegi had the scratches and occasional smears of dirt from travel and hardship, but his face was ultimately unassuming and blissful.

"Hm..." Servant wanted to shudder a bit in delight. Was it perverse? He wasn't sure what he expected, but he could feel the unspoken trust between them already. Makoto didn't fear him. He didn't want to hurt him either or make him suffer for anything he had done. Servant wasn't capable of much, but surely, he had provided some misery to the world through his sheer existence. Makoto didn't care about that. He could tell.

That fave was kind. Beautiful. Hopeful. Servant let the heated gasp slip through his lips. He didn't deserve Makoto's salvation even when it was delivered in such a small and unassuming form. It was perverted to consider him like this, to be above him when the other slept so gently.

And yet, Servant wanted to touch him. To see more and more of his emotions, his skin, his soul. His fingers ghosted Makoto's cheek, stroking down to his neck. He enjoyed that shiver Makoto gave from being touched, the slight beat of his heart that he could experience through his jugular.

"Amazing..." Servant said to himself. He didn't hold his voice back. If Makoto woke up and caught him, he would deserve it. Maybe it would stop him.

His fingers worked Makoto's jacket aside so he could unbutton his shirt one button at a time. He pulled the ends of his shirt away to let Makoto's bare chest breathe, his digits drifting above Makoto's navel. What a smooth and unimpressive chest. The Ultimate Hope really had no distinguishing features from what he thought made an average boy. In some strange way, perhaps that made Makoto more special.

For a moment, Makoto shuddered in his sleep. Servant found his thumb tracing his bare chest, circling around his left nipple until it hardened. "Hmm... I wonder..." He smiled to himself, then dove to kiss the other nipple and take it between his lips.

To his pleasure, Makoto winced in his sleep, then shifted against Servant's clothed body. It was like he wanted to cuddle closer to the one playing with him. Servant couldn't help but let out a small moan in turn. Before Makoto slipped back down against the floor, he pretended for the brief second that they were lovers. He let the nipple slip away, then kissed the other one in turn. He suckled on it greedily, then kissed down Makoto's chest. The Ultimate Hope had not awakened, and it only encouraged him to explore him further.

Small, wet kisses trailed down Makoto's front as Servant's ears filled with those small sighs and groans. Makoto was truly exhausted or surely, he would have woken up.

"Hm... what's this?" Servant asked to himself. His hand pressed to a slight bulge in Makoto's trousers that was stiffening by the moment. "Amazing..." He couldn't help himself. Cupping Makoto's bulge, he stroked his front, trying to urge the boy to let himself feel everything he wanted to in the safety of his dreams.

Makoto obliged him. With another low moan in his throat, his back arched in his sleep. His bottom half nuzzled into Servant's palm, trying to feel the friction he craved.

"It feels good, right? I guess you deserve to feel good."

Servant wouldn't know if he was being honest. He didn't know Makoto Naegi. Truly. No matter how much he wanted to. He didn't deserve to. His own hands had dipped between his trousers to bring out his needy cock. He wondered if he could brush his tip against Makoto's, if they could get off together.

It didn't seem right. He was getting hard for Makoto, reading to peel his pants off and mount him. But he couldn't. Makoto needed to feel good. That's all that mattered, Servant reasoned. Even as the line of precum drooled from his tip, he squatted back down between Makoto's legs.

In seconds, he had Makoto's pants down his legs. Perhaps Servant was just a bit too eager. Dipping beneath his boxers, he found Makoto's half-erect cock stiffening in his hands. He wasted no time in running his fingers carefully along the shaft's veins, paying attention to the bottom side with his thumb. Makoto let out a whimper, his face scrunching up.

Servant grinned again. How... cute. How handsome. How perfect... "It's me. You're actually allowing me to make you feel this way..." How could someone so ordinary make Servant feel this way?

He flushed and drew in a heated breath, diving between Makoto's thighs. He kissed him there, he kissed inside his thighs, then he kissed and lingered on the tip of his cock.

"Naegi..." Servant finally said his name, then he blissfully licked Makoto's tip. The small moan encouraged him to go further, to run his tongue along his length. The salty, unwashed scent filtered through Servant's senses. His fingernails sank into Makoto's thighs and pulled him closer. The salty flavor was easy to adjust to as there wasn't much of it. It was just enough that trickled onto Servant's tongue in the form precum, which he eagerly lapped up like a dutiful mutt. He took Makoto's cock into his cheek, sucking and savoring him, going as far as he could until his nose brushed against Makoto's pubes.

Servant felt low. Dirty. Secretive. His hand reached between his own legs to stroke himself as well. But he stopped just as the pressure built, just as his breathing on Makoto's length became strained. No. He didn't deserve to come. Makoto did. Only Makoto... Servant deserved to dwell in this longing.

He let Makoto's cock travel in his mouth towards the back of his throat and held it there as if to challenge himself. A second later, he pulled back and sputtered, coughing once he released Makoto. Lines of spittle and precum trickled from his lips, but as lewd as it was, he didn't waste time before kissing Makoto's head again. He took him back inside of his mouth and closed his eyes.

With each moment, Makoto's groans were more frequent and louder. So were the pulses in Servant's mouth as the tip neared his throat again. He mentally counted Makoto's orgasm climbing more and more until...

Servant pulled back, quickly replacing his lips with his hands and pumped Makoto's cock until a line of seed shot across Servant's lap. Another small shot hit his inner thighs, trickling down like a web that connected their flesh. Almost like they had come together.

But they hadn't. And they wouldn't. Makoto sighed in his sleep, his groans fading off so gently. Servant smiled, wiping the mess from his thighs. His hand cupped Makoto's cock once again, giving the flaccid shaft a few more pumps until he felt Makoto curl to him once again.

The night was still young, and Makoto was still so tired. What were the odds that Servant could work out all his pain? He closed Makoto's soft thighs around his own cock and gave a desperate thrust between them, his lips parting to release his own torrent of moans.

"I'm sorry, Naegi-kun...I really am so hopeless and greedy... but I'll make sure to care for you until you catch me..."

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #danganronpa 3 #nagito komaeda #makoto naegi #thanks for the ask!#komaegi #nsft prompts #my ficlets #i hope you like it!#big fan of you AmityElf O///O

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