First oneshot of Komahina and it's a smut. This is not good. Hopefully I can find more prompts that are cuter and make it more friendly and not just smut

Also, Manato Shoma is Imposter who took on his own name, thanks to Ryota and everyone, even if the events of the games didn't take place

Also, anything talking about the part I use Teruteru as the pervert he is, which is just a small part of the story, will be deleted

Nagito looked at himself in the full body mirror, a blank look on his face as he looked at the ribs poking through the black, skin tight jumpsuit.

It was Halloween and Mioda and Mikan were having a party, inviting everyone from high school. The lucky man wanted to go as a cute little neko, since he knew how much his husband loved it when he acted like a cat. But he overestimated how tight the extra small jumpsuit was. Now you could see every imperfection on his body and just how skinny and sickly he really was.

The male kept staring at himself, feeling a mix of despair and another unnamed feeling. Hajime was coming home from work soon. He wanted to surprise him by heading to the party first and meeting him there. But now that he saw how the jumpsuit looked on him, he was wondering if this was the best outfit.

Nagito turned in the mirror, looking over himself. Yeah, he knew he wasn't the prettiest or the sexist, he didn't like how his body looked. But he knew Hajime loved him and his body. It was something that made Nagito happier than he'd ever been

Before he could continue thinking about changing or not, he could hear the familiar sound of a car beeping and a faint slamming of the front down.

"Nagito, hun, I'm home!"

The male's eyes widened. Had he lost track of time while looking at his reflection? He could've sworn he had another hour and a half before his love came home.

He looked back in the mirror, his face turning pink from embarrassment. He really wanted to surprise Hajime, but now that was ruined because he couldn't get out of his own head.

Thinking quick, he ran to the closet and looked through, grabbing his old green jacket and a pair of dark jeans, putting them both on over the costume, hiding his tail and ears in his jacket.

"Nagito?"

The male whipped around and smiled, crossing one leg over the other, balancing as he looked at the brunette in front of him.

"Haji, you're home! Definitely earlier than usual." He smiled.

Chuckling, the brunette began untying his tie as he walked to the closet. "Dear, you know this is the usual time I get off work." "Oh, it is?" Nagito did know, he was just hoping he wouldn't notice his weird behavior.

"Anyway, are you getting dressed? The party's soon and I don't want to be too terribly late." Nagito gave a small giggle, a hint of nervousness in it, though Haji was always a little dense. "I am ready, my love. I'm going as my high school self!"

Hajime looked at the slightly taller male, his eyebrows knitted in a bit of confusion. "You said it was a surprise, but it's just your high school jacket?" Nagito gasped dramatically, a hand on his chest. "Haji is so mean! I put a lot of work into this!" "Clearly."

Nagito tried not to giggle. Yeah, the look of disappointment on his husband's face did upset him a little, even if he didn't show it, but it was worth it for him to reveal his true costume at the party.

"Well, mine's a little dull as well. It's just wolf ears and a tail, along with a fluffy jacket." Hajime threw his suit pants into the hamper next to the closet, leaving him in just his boxers as he looked through the closet, grabbing a pair of black jeans and the aforementioned brown, faux fur-lined jacket. Taking a look at the wardrobe, the albino smirked as he stepped closer to the man. "I see Hajime has no shirt~ Is Hinata-kun gonna be a sexy werewolf for his little kitten~?"

The brunette's face turned two shades darker, looking away as he tried to form the words. His husband giggled as he kissed his red cheek, running a hand down his chest, making him shiver from the cold. The other got close to his ear, whispering as his hot breath fell in his skin. "I don't mind Hinata-kun showing off what he has~ As long as others know who he belongs to~"

Hajime gulped, not looking at his other half as he nodded, finding the ground much more interesting. The lucky man giggled once more and kissed his cheek again.

"I'll be waiting out in the living, don't take too long, alright?"

Nodding, Nagito gave a small giggle as he grabbed a pair of socks from the drawer next to them and semi-skipped out of the room, leaving the love of his life a red, mumbling mess as he dressed for the party.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nagito always felt out of place among his peers. He was a bit of a hope-obsessed freak who also had a deteriorating brain disease, although that had been treated and cured thanks to advanced technology and the help of Hope's Peak.

But that was completely different. Half his brain wasn't gone now and he wasn't yelling about how hopeful hope really was.

No, he was just standing in his old green parka from high school while everyone else was dressed as vampires, witches, superheros, and clowns.

Nothing was worse than actually looking normal on Halloween.

The white-haired male fiddled with the string of his jacket, standing next to Hajime and looking nowhere in particular as Hajime carried a conversation with Souda and Nevermind.

He looked around the connecting living room and kitchen, everyone laughing and talking, drinking booze and eating pizza and Halloween candy.

Seriously, how was he feeling more out of place simply because he was dressed normal.

Hajime seemed to sense his love's uneasiness and, while Souda began filling Nevermind in on Tanaka, scooted closer to him and whispered in his ear.

"Are you okay? You seem a little nervous."

Nagito placed a smile on his face that mixed between genuine and fake. "I'm fine, Haji, really! You know I was always the black sheep of the class, even though you weren't part of it."

The brunette's face grimaced at that mention, but he didn't seem too bothered by it, at least not at the moment. He simply nodded and returned to the conversation with the other two.

Feeling like he needed a break, Nagito spoke up for the first time since getting here. "I'm gonna get some punch, don't wait up!" Nevermind gave a polite smile and nod, Souda just shrugged, and Hajime gave him a big kiss on the cheek, telling him to be safe, even though he was just going to the other side of the room.

Finally, Nagito was out of the crowd, standing in the kitchen by himself, swishing the punch with the ladle provided, his mind wandering as much to allow someone to sneak up on him.

"Hello, Komaeda!"

The albino male jumped, taking the ladle and swinging it towards whoever was behind him, who was quick enough to get out of the way.

"Woah there! I'm not the punch, sir!" Mioda exclaimed, readjusting her nurse's hat that nearly fell off her head.

Nagito sighed and put the ladle back in the bowl, looking at the hyper woman now in front of him. "What is it, Mioda? And I'm not Komaeda anymore, Hajime and I got married, remember?"

Mioda shrugged her shoulders. "It's just weird to call you Hinata because Hinata is Hinata and calling you Nagito isn't right. So, Komaeda it is!"

The male sighed again, facepalming. He was not in the hyper mood at the moment.

"Anywho, Ibuki noticed that Komaeda was so underdressed. Sweetheart Mikan noticed, but she's too shy and sweet, the darling, so Ibuki decided to ask herself!"

If it was back in high school, Nagito would wonder what the fuck this band freak just said. But luckily, he's known Mioda for years, so he got used to how she talked.

"I'm just...waiting, okay? I have a costume underneath, but I'm just a little worried. And if Hajime will even have the reaction I want him to have."

Mioda beamed at the mention of the two lovers'. She was always ready to help any couple, especially since she was the one who helped the two get together in high school.

"Nurse Mioda is here to help! What can she do for you?"

Nagito looked at her, a little hesitant. But she was kind of a love expert, so who better to ask?

"I just wanna make sure Hajime is happy with my costume. I mean, when I put it on, I was a little skeptical, but I knew Hajime might like it. Though, you know, leaving the thought in the sun too long allowed the seeds of doubt to be planted."

Mioda was writing in her notepad that she actually had for whatever reason, nodding and saying "yes" from time to time.

Once Nagito went quiet, Mioda kept writing for a few moments while he stood there awkwardly. She finally finished and ripped the paper out, handing it to the male in front of her. He looked and saw a detailed drawing of herself with her tongue out and making a peace sign. Seemed that's what she was actually doing the past few minutes.

Though, above the drawing read "Komaeda sad, think Hinata will hate him. Conclusion, STRIP!!!!" And yes, strip was in all caps with more than enough exclamation marks.

The declaration turned Nagito bright red, throwing the paper back at Mioda, though it simply fluttered to the ground.

"I am not stripping in front of everyone!" The luckster whisper yelled, looking to the people in the dining room to see if they had heard what he said. They were still in their own conversation, thankfully.

Mioda giggled and grabbed his wrist, dragging him through the crowd in the dining room and down the hallway. Once they came to a stop, with Nagito slamming into the female due to momentum, she pushed him into the bathroom next to them, closing the door.

"Ibuki wants you to undress and let the world see what you have underneath! And by that, she means let Komaeda's husband see his possibly sexy or beautiful costume." Nagito groaned and tried to open the door, but found it was stuck. Mioda was holding the door closed.

"Let me out!" "Nope, not until you undress!"

The male groaned louder, looking at his pale reflection in the mirror. He frowned and looked down at his body, thinking through his options. He could do as Mioda says. Or, better option, he could wait a moment before saying he was ready, then make a beeline to Hajime as soon as the door opened.

Though, thinking it through, Nagito wouldn't be able to get past her, she was much stronger than him, thanks to years of jumping and dancing on stage, and his very inactive life of staying in hospitals.

After much, much thinking, he finally came to a conclusion.

Taking a deep breath, he let the parka drop from his shoulders, the top half of the jumpsuit revealed. He could see his ribs poking out, but it didn't bother him as much as it used to. Especially since it wasn't as bad as high school.

Nagito took another deep breath and dropped his pants, the jumpsuit now fully displayed. He took another look in the mirror, taking a moment to look at his reflection, and smiled softly. He never thought he'd see the day he could appreciate his body, but years of therapy and being with Hajime seemed to help. More than he thought it would. Yeah, he didn't think he was nearly as attractive as Hajime, but it didn't matter. Hajime still loved him. He did marry him after all.

The luckster bent down and grabbed his jacket, grabbing the cat ears and tails from his pocket, placing them in their respective places, before gathering his clothes and kicking the door.

"Can I come out now?"

After some rustling, the door opened and Mioda's face brightened as she squealed. "Perfect! Such an adorable little kitty, and sexy! But it's not complete without makeup!" "Mioda, I don't-"

But her hand was already on his wrist and he was being dragged further down the hallway, being pulled into the couple's shared room. Mioda sat him at her vanity and grabbed a tube of black, thick eyeliner. She put it in her mouth and took his clothes, throwing them to the side before taking the cap off and forcing him to look at her, getting to work on his face.

Nagito couldn't see much since she was standing next to him, but he was a little excited to see the final result, so he let her do her magic.

He didn't keep count of how long it took to do his makeup, but he knew it had to have been at least 10 minutes, since she was extremely thorough and did more than just simple eyeliner

Mioda did one last stroke of his mascara before doing a small squeal and popping the wand back in the container. "Take a look."

Butterflies in his stomach, he slowly turned toward the mirror, his eyes widening at his reflection.

Mioda had done the normal cat nose and whiskers, but she'd also given him a smokey eye look with a cat eye eyeliner, along with a light pink lip gloss, making Nagito kinda wanna kiss himself.

If Hajime saw him, who knows what he'd do.

Mioda was smiling brightly, proud of her work. "Now Komaeda looks even cuter!"

Nagito took a moment before shaking his head and reaching for the makeup wipes. "No no, I don't look good at all, I'm just-"

Before he could finish, Mioda once again grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him out of the room, dragging him back out towards the party.

Nagito felt that familiar despair in his stomach, worry filling his head as he inched closer to the end of the hall. He could already visualize the judging faces of his peers. But when a flash of Hajime's face, one of disgust, he felt like he was gonna burst into tears. But he didn't want to look like more of a freak with ruined makeup, so he swallowed back the tears as Mioda reached the connecting living room and kitchen.

The white-haired male stood there, his eyes glued shut, as he waited for the murmurs to start and the laughter to fill the room.

But after a moment, he realized neither happened. He did hear laughter, but it was one of joy instead of mockery. He peeked an eye open and saw everyone was still in their conversations. Some did glance at him, but didn't give him more than that.

Nagito looked to the side to speak to Mioda, but found her gone, leaving him standing in the hallway entrance alone.

He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Of course he'd overreacted, he always did.

"Ah, sorry, I need to- Nagito?"

Nagito felt himself tense up again, hearing the familiar voice of his husband in front of him. He slowly moved his head up and looked at the brunette, who had a look of shock on his face.

The luckster immediately looked away, crossing his arms over his shoulders. "Sorry, I'll go change if you-" "You look beautiful."

He snapped his head back to him, the other's shock replaced with a loving smile. Hajime reached over and held Nagito's face, looking into his eyes with nothing but love for him. Nagito felt his face turn pink at the compliment.

Hajime gave him a quick peck on the lips before moving back. "I gotta use the bathroom real quick, then we can get some pizza or something."

Nagito simply nodded, still in a state of shock as Hajime moved past him and entered the bathroom.

A low whistle was heard next to him, making him turn and see Hanamura, looking him up and down with those suggestive eyes of his. He immediately felt uncomfortable, but only because it was Hanamura.

Luckily, Shoma bonked him on the head, making the chef stop and whine, before turning his attention to the larger man.

With that out of the way, and with Hajime still in love (why was that even a doubt), Nagito felt he could now fully enjoy the party.

Well, that's what he thought.

"Oh sweet cheeks, what I shouldn't have for a taste of your sweet lips."

That didn't take long, huh.

Nagito looked back at the chef, who was back to inspecting him with those beady eyes of his. The man sighed and gave a polite smile, tilting his head to show he was a bit ticked off. "Hanamura, I'm glad you think I'm good looking, but I'm married, as you've known for a while. And you're too much of a creep, so you're not my type." "Ah, I see. I don't mind a threesome."

The male groaned, clearing not getting through this pervert's brain. Luckily, an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him close to their body, though he was just a smidge taller.

"Hanamura, he's not interested, and neither am I. Please refrain from speaking in that manner to either of us."

Nagito couldn't help but blush from his tone, falling in love with Hajime more.

Hanamura simply chuckled his small laugh and winked at the brunette. "They're always a bit strange in the beginning, but they come around." He combed his hair and walked away to do whatever the hell pervert chefs do.

Nagito looked at Hajime and smiled a little. "Thanks..." The brunette looked at the luckster for a moment, the male unable to read his blank stare, until he finally spoke.

"You're too sexy for your own good." Before slamming his lips on his.

Nagito probably would've passed out from embarrassment if he didn't kiss back quickly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The couple drove back to their home in silence, Nagito riding in the passenger seat of his car, a polite smile on his face while Hajime drove the couple home, his face red from anger. Nagito could have sworn he saw smoke coming out of his ears.

Hanamura had continued flirting with Nagito for the rest of the night, causing Hajime to have to hold him close the whole time. At one point, they thought Hanamura had stopped, so Hajime went to the bathroom, leaving his husband alone.

And, of course, Hanamura actually got his hands on Nagito, literally, pissing Hajime off enough to leave early. It wasn't that he was mad at the people at the party, he just didn't want Hanamura touching his husband.

"Hajime, I know you're upset-" "Nagito, please. Can we get home first?" The luckster looked at his love before nodding, looking out the window at the starry sky.

It didn't take long for them to get to their home, rolling up the driveway. The brunette turned the car off, but made no move to get out. Neither did the luckster. They simply sat in their seats, Nagito looking at his husband while Hajime stared at the wheel.

"Hajime, what Hanamura did was wrong, but I'm okay-"

The brunette immediately shut him up by grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. Nagito squeaked in surprise, but melted into the kiss, his hands resting on his bare chest.

After a moment, Hajime pulled away, looking Nagito in the eyes. "I'm glad you're okay. But you're my husband, not his. No one's allowed to touch you but me." While Nagito was distracted by his words, Hajime moved his hand onto his waist, sliding it down to his hip and rubbing it through the material.

"I meant what I said earlier~" Hajime spoke in a hushed voice, a suggestive tone hidden in his words, making Nagito blush a little.

"A-About what?" "How you're too sexy for your own good~"

The male malfunctioned a little, seeming to freeze up in embarrassment. This gave his husband time to get out of the car, go around to his side, open his door, and pick him up out of the car, holding him bridal style.

This only made him blush even brighter as Hajime carried his husband up to the house, surprisingly opening it with one hand, and walking into the house. He took his own shoes off, but didn't bother with Nagito's, carrying him to their bedroom after shutting and locking the door.

Hajime laid Nagito on their bed, taking his shoes off and throwing them somewhere, not bothering with where, as he leaned down and kissed the luckster's neck, biting his sensitive spot.

"A-Ah~" Nagito moaned out, gripping his jacket hard enough to hurt his fingers a little from the material. He shakily pushed the jacket off his shoulders, which Hajime allowed, still gently kissing and biting his love's neck.

He was already a moaning mess, and it was only about to get worse.

Hajime suddenly pulled away and got off of Nagito, making him whine. "Hajiiiii, why'd you stoooooop?" "Oh, I just thought you'd want to put on a little show for me~"

He turned bright red once more, but didn't complain. Nagito stood up while Hajime took his place on the bed, watching him like a predator watches its prey.

The white-haired male carefully unzipped the back of his jumpsuit, turning so his back was to his husband, as he slowly stripped the suit off, revealing his porcelain white skin shining in the dim light, wearing nothing but a pair of black, lacy panties.

Hajime chuckled and licked his lips, making the albino shiver, his erection becoming more prominent with the tip peeking out from the top of the waistband.

The brunette motioned Nagito to come to him with his finger, which he obeyed, allowing Hajime to pull him into his lap. He straddled him as the dominant of the two kissed his submissive partner, his hands grabbing both asscheeks and squeezing. Nagito moaned into the kiss, allowing for Hajime to shove his tongue in and explore his mouth.

The heated makeout session seemed to last forever, but they both quickly pulled away, panting as saliva connected their mouths, drool on the corner of Nagito's mouth.

Hajime chuckled as he gripped his lover's ass. "Guess this wolf finally got his prey, huh~?"

Nagito shifted slightly, accidentally grinding against his dominant, making him groan loudly. He smirked slightly and grinded against him again, Hajime growling in response and spanking him. The luckster let out a yelp mixed with a moan.

"Now, could you help Master a little~?" He motioned his eyes down to his growing bulge. The submissive male nodded and scooted off him, purposely grinding on him as he got to his knees. He unbuckled his husband's pants and pulled them down with his boxers, letting his cock spring out and smack him in the cheek.

Nagito giggled and nuzzled his erection, making his lover growl. "Don't tease, kitty~" He looked up innocently and pulled the remaining of his clothes off, leaving the other completely naked.

Hajime watched as his husband took him in his mouth, letting out a low groan, making the other smirk as he licked his tip. He giggled slightly, sending vibrations through his rod, as he took more and more into him.

The brunette could only watch as his partner bobbed his head on his cock, just able to grab a fistful of his white locks, trying his best not to hurt the other as he gave him a slow and pleasurable blowjob.

Nagito gained speed, deepthroating him just as casually as he would talk about hope. Hajime's moans and growls were growing in volume, his grip tight on the other's hair, keeping him from stopping.

"Nagito~ Fuck, Nagito~ Just like that, such a good boy~! Keep going, keep going~!"

And he did just that, going as fast as he could, tasting the salty precum on his tip, the grip on his hair telling him his partner was getting closer to his climax. He only continued bobbing his head, wanting nothing more than to make his lover feel good.

The white-haired male glanced up at the brunette, his eyes shining with innocence, and that was the final straw.

"NAGITO~!!"

Hajime yelled his name as he released his fluids into the other's mouth, Nagito wasting no time swallowing and licking it all up, not letting a single drop escape his mouth. The ladder panted heavily, his grip loosening on the other's hair, allowing him to remove himself and lick his cock clean.

The albino male looked up at his husband, a glimmer of sweetness in his eyes. "Did I do good~?" Hajime chuckled and smiled lovingly. "Of course, you always do so good, baby~"

With that, Nagito smiled and stood up enough to pull his last article clothing off, Hajime pulling him back into his lap soon after, kissing him deeply as he rubbed his soft rod against the other's hole, making both whimper and moan softly and making Hajime hard again.

The two pulled away again and stared at each other lovingly for a moment, before Hajime leaned over a little to the bedside table, opening it and pulling out their half-used bottle of lube.

He doused his fingers with the strawberry scented lube, making sure they were slick enough, before placing the bottle to the side and moving the strawberry fingers to Nagito's hole. The male shivered from the cold as the other moved his finger around the rim of his hole.

"Hajiiiii, stop teasi- AH~" He immediately let out a moan as he plunged a finger into him, wiggling it around to help him get used to it. Nagito moaned softly as he fingered his asshole, Hajime taking one of his nipples in his mouth to play with him more, his free hand on his hip to keep him on his lap.

Soon enough, a second finger was added, which Nagito bounced on a little, earning him a spanking. A third finger added, spreading all fingers out to stretch the albino's ass enough for his lover's cock.

It took a little while, but Hajime sooned pulled his fingers out, making Nagito whine. "Patience, kitten~ Or I tie you up and leave you with blue balls while I sleep peacefully." This shut him up, biting his lip as the brunette poured more lube on his cock, not wanting to hurt his love.

With enough lube to slide him across the carpet, Hajime lifted Nagito up slightly, allowing him to rub his tip on his entrance. Nagito stopped himself from whining, wanting him inside and not to be left horny.

"You've been such a good boy, little kitten~ I think you deserve your prize~"

With that, Hajime gently lowered him onto his cock, making him tense up and hold his breath as he was penetrated. Once he rested at the base, the rim of his hole on his testicles, Hajime gently kissed Nagito's neck, allowing him to adjust to his size. Nagito finally let out his breath, panting slightly from just the sheer size.

It took a little while, but Nagito adjusted, looking at his lover and nodding before slowly lifting his hips, slamming back quickly, moans erupting from both of them.

Hajime held his hips as Nagito bounced on his cock, looking him in the eyes with teary eyes of his own, his own hands on his shoulders to steady himself. Eventually, Hajime couldn't contain himself and gripped his hips, thrusting up in time with his lover's bounces.

"FUCK, FUCK, RIGHT THERE, HAJI, HAJI~!!"

Hajime smirked and took the reins, continuing to thrust up into his husband, who had wrapped his arms around Hajime's neck and allowed him to keep up with the thrusting, not trusting himself with his legs to keep up with him.

"AH AH AH~! SHIT, I LOVE YOU HAJIME, FUCK~!" Tears fell from Nagito's eyes from pleasure as Hajime moved at almost lightning speed, kissing, biting, and sucking his neck while he was at it.

"I'm- mmph~! Close, Nagito~! Jesus, I'm so close~!" "Inside, please, inside me~!" "You- ah~! Got it, baby~ Mmph, I love you Nagito~!" "I love you too- ah~! Hajime~!"

With those final declarations of love, the couple released in time with each other, Nagtio's semen landing on Hajime's chest in spurts as Hajime's filled Nagito to the brim, a little leaking from his hole.

They sat there for a moment, breathing heavily as they hugged each other close, Hajime listening to Nagito's racing heart. The only sounds came from the two as they panted, relaxing enough to take deep breaths and gained their lost breath.

Hajime was the first to speak, moving back just enough to look up at Nagito, holding his face as he smiled softly. "I really mean it, Nagito. I love you, baby. With all my heart."

Nagito smiled and nuzzled his husband's hand, looking at him lovingly. "And I love you too, Hajime. With all my being."

The two moved close together and shared a soft kiss, basking in the other's love for them as they stayed there, only pulling away for air.

Nagito giggled and wiped his brow, only just remembering he had makeup on when he saw the slightest bit of black eyeliner on the back of his head. "Jesus, I must look like a mess." "Nonsense, you still look beautiful." "Of course you'd say that."

The couple shared another kiss, though much shorter than the last, Nagito pulling away this time. "We need a bath, I don't wanna go to bed all sweaty." "Loud and clear, baby."

Hajime stood up, his cock still buried deep in his husband, as he walked to their connecting bathroom. Nagito almost complained, but each bounce of his walking shut him up, burying his face in his shoulder as he withered and held on for dear life.

Seemed Hajime was not allowing him the ability to walk for the next few days.