#peko asks

“Maybe I want you to squish me.” He breathes. You can feel his cool breath on your wetness, and one of his hands slips up under your skirt to palm your ass, “Ah...you’re so soft.” he licks his lips and his throat bobs, “We can stop if you need to, but please, there's no need to worry about my wellbeing.” the hand on your ass squeezes, and your thighs wobble, “This is all about you.”

With him looking up at you from between your thighs, and the soft lilting purr of his voice. It’s impossible not to give in, even if you are worried about suffocating him. So you take a deep breath in through your nose, and slowly lower yourself down. Nagito’s grip on you grows tighter, and you feel him moan loudly against your sex when you meet his mouth. You just sit there for a moment, still nervous, thighs shaking, but then you feel the warmth of his tongue run up the full length of you. 

“Ah!” You squeak, hips bucking forward into his face. The feeling of his tongue on you was like a rumbling thunder through your stomach, you hadn't expected it to feel so good. Then his lips wrap around your swollen clit, sucking gently as he keens and moans against you. You can feel the noises he’s making, the vibrations come up from your sex all the way out to your fingertips, it feels so good. When he pulls back a little, and starts tracing circles around your entrance with his tongue, your thighs instinctively tighten around his head.

You panic for a moment. You’re going to squash him. You knew this was a bad idea. 

Then, Nagito’s hands move down to your thighs. Gripping tight, not to push you away, but to pull you closer. It’s like he wants to suffocate underneath you, whimpering and gasping against your cunt as his tongue finally slips inside of you, thrusting the wet muscle in and out with shameless desperation.

You cry out. Hands curling into fists as your hips grind furiously into his face, feeling the tip of his nose bumping into your clit, “Ohhhhhhhhhh...so good…” your moan, digging the fingers of one hand into the mess of his hair, “It’s so good, Nagito…”

At the sound of his name. He groans into you, tongue returning to your clit so he can slip two fingers inside of you instead. They reach a lot deeper inside of you than his tongue did, curling forward with a practiced precision that makes you release a shattering moan. Your hair is clinging to your forehead with sweat, your hips are grinding faster and harder against Nagito’s face, and when you hear the bed shift, you caution a glance behind yourself.

Your moan aloud at the sight. Nagito is still completely clothed, but even through his jeans you can see the way his hardened cock is straining against the fabric as he bucks fruitlessly into the air with no way to relieve the friction. His hips wriggle and shake as he continues furiously lapping at your clit, fingers pistoning in and out of you like he’ll die if he slows down. Your hips cant forward and he mewls against you again, you watch in awe as his hips stutter up off of the bed. He is getting this worked up by eating you out? You haven't even touched him and he is completely hard. 

He slips a third finger inside of you and you gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth as your head lolls back in ecstasy. The pleasure in your stomach is building and building. Nagito’s lips wrap around your clit and he sucks, hard. Like he is trying to suck the life out of you. 

“M’gonna cum…” you sob. Thighs tightening even further around his head. 

Nagito laughs against you, his fingers still thrusting in and out of your heat, “Look down here, angel.” he whispers, “I want to see your face.”

You choke on another moan, turning your eyes down to where Nagito rests between your thighs. You can't see much of him, but his eyes are hooded and his cheeks flushed bright red. It’s when you see his eyes curl up into a smile, that his tongue returns to your clit, lapping at your furiously while never pulling his eyes from yours. That look on his face. The way he stares up at you, is what sends you over the edge. Hips grinding against him, both hands digging tight into his hair as the tension inside of you finally breaks, cumming all over the lower half of his face. 

He continues slowly licking at you as you come down from your orgasm, rubbing encouraging circles on your thighs. When your thighs finally stop shaking, and your head starts to clear, you’re suddenly embarrassed again. Cheeks heating up at your position and scrambling off Nagito as quickly as possible. 

“Oh...I’m sorry! That must have been so gross…”

He laughs again, wiping the lower half of his face with the back of his hand, “You think i didn't enjoy myself?” he hums gently, tucking some of your frazzled hair behind your ear, “Honestly? You were divine.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut and clench your thighs. Trying anything and everything to ignore the hot and heavy breathing of the rest of your classmates. What the hell is happening? It feels insane, your whole body is wriggling and writhing against absolutely nothing, your skin itches and your sex aches. You’ve never felt like this before in your life, the intensity is unbearable, your fingers dig tightly in the fabric of your skirt as you try your hardest not to start touching yourself with everyone else watching. Not that they would be particularly focussed on you.

You open one eye, curious and horny, Akane and Nekomaru are all over each other. Peko is just barely holding Mikan back and Nagito is…

A shaky breath escapes you, teetering dangerously close to being a moan as you throw your head back onto the floor and close your eyes again. You shouldn't have looked at him, that was a bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad-hng!

“Are you...okay?” 

Your eyes snap open. Nagito is leaning over you, cheeks pink, a thin line of drool running down his chin. His eyes are positivity ravenous. There's a pressure of either side of your thighs, and that’s when you notice that he is straddling you, slowly and firmly grinding his hips into yours. A moan rips through you and one of your hands starts frantically ripping your shirt open, while the other grips Nagito’s hardness through his trousers. He makes a shocked little noise and his hips buck into the palm of your hand. 

His hungry eyes trail down to where your bra is now visible through the remains of your shirt and his large hands quickly reach down to grab your breasts, massaging the sensitive flesh with his palms, “You're...so soft…” He mutters, hips stuttering against yours.

“M-more…” you force out, drool leaking out of the side of your mouth. You’re hot, it's like you're burning from the inside out. You need your clothes off, you need all of your clothes off. You manage to pull yourself up enough to reach your arms behind yourself and unclasp your bra, the feeling of your breasts finally being out in the open is a relief that you can’t even describe. Nagito’s eyes get even wider, you honestly didn't think that was possible. 

He whines, you can feel his thighs shaking around yours, and his cock jumps inside of his trousers, “I want...my mouth...please.”

He can barely speak, you can't speak at all, you just nod over and over until he finally leans down and pulls one of your nipples between his lips. You shriek. Spine arching upwards almost painfully as you try to chase the warmth of his mouth, hips grinding desperately against his hardness, trying to get closer closer closer. 

It feels so good. His tongue lathing against your aching nipple feels so good, but it isn't enough. You want more. You need more. There isn't a thought in your mind other than how much you want him, your hands are out of your control when they shoot out to undo his trousers and tug them down his thighs, boxes quickly following. He moans against your chest when his cock finally bounces out into the open. Hot, red and dripping. The sound it makes when you wrap your fist around it and start pumping is obscene. It’s slick and wet and slippery, more and more pre-cum spilling out from the tip. All you want to do is clean it up with your tongue. 

Nagito sits up with a start, his face red all the way up to his ears and tie completely undone. His voice is raspy when he says, “I’m so sorry, i need to be inside you.”

You do not resist. He hikes your skirt upward and pushes your panties out of the way, you feel the head of his cock bump against your entrance and your hands fly upward to play with your own nipples. Still wanting more than what is possible for one set of hands to give you. Your hips wiggle and grind just as his cock is about to slip in and then, as quickly as it had started-

The cloud of arousal is gone. 

Nagito gasps audibly and scrambles backwards until he hits a wall, shoving himself back into his boxers and covering his open mouth with a hand. You squeal, sitting upright and trying your best to cover your bare chest with your arms. Everyone else in the class is in a similar state, but all you can look at is Nagito. You feel almost reprehensible.