#seishiro nagi x you

[hanrinz]

"are you free later?"

nagi stands sluggishly by the side of your desk, looking at you with those drowsy eyes that might just shut down anytime.

"yeah, i am. what's up?"

nagi tilts his head, closing his eyes as he tries to remember the words he had practiced seconds ago to say to you.

"i want to confess later." he said all so casually.

"what?!"

"i'm confessing later, why? can't you go?" he repeats, he looks at you owlishly waiting for an answer.

"oh, nagi.." a fond look paints on your face as you pointed out. "you just confessed."

"no, i haven't?"

you try to stifle a laugh. "you just did."

"but i didn't, i haven't told you about how i feel, yet."

he tilts his head at you. for someone who thinks everything is a hassle, he really does have a lot to say right now and you think this is the most words you've heard that has ever left his lips.

"and you just did, again."

"oh, sorry," he looks at his feet and shifts his weight onto the other, his ears noticeably red on its tips. "...so are you still free, though?"

you can't help, but break out of a smile. "yes."

"okay, thanks. don't be late, wait for me on the field, watch me okay?" he stumbles over his words as he walks slowly out the room backwards facing you, embarrassment engulfing him wholly.

you only nod at him, "i will, don't worry."

"'kay, i'll see you later?" he asks once more, just to be sure.

"yup, now go. i think someone's waiting for you?" a lock of purple peeks by the doorway of your classroom, but quickly disappears as soon as you mentioned it.

"yeah, uhm bye y/n." he says before leaving the room.

"oh my god nagi, what was that?"

"i confessed."

reo can only sigh in exasperation, shaking his head in disappointment, but really it all worked well right? so what else can he do? what's done is done.

"that's—" reo sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose momentarily in contempt. "fine, okay it's good enough."

"what do i say, when i confess later, though?"

"oh my god."

◞♡ surprise surprise a n*gi drabble,, ik he's ooc but who cares :> likes & reblogs are highly appreciated !

[saerins]

𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

+ nagi seishiro x f!reader | wc 2.4k | content: fluff, high school setting!, some cursing

notes: this was something requested by an anon !! i realised this prompt was also done in my other fic whole except nagi was the second lead :’) also pleaseeeee excuse me if this is ass because i haven’t written in a long time T_T but i’m working on getting back properly !! <3

summary: he didn’t ask you out because he wanted to, yet nagi gets more than he bargained for in the end.

“so, um, nagi, why’d you ask me out all of a sudden?”

it’s kind of an awkward situation to be in, you think, as you look around the arcade, shuffling your feet beside where nagi’s seated, trying to win some tickets from what you can only assume to be a music machine.

when he’d asked you out on a date yesterday, you didn’t think he’d take you to an arcade, of all places. (then again, nagi asking anyone out is sort of unbelievable, honestly.) if you knew sooner (or if nagi had bothered to tell you), you wouldn’t have worn such a nice dress for today.

besides, you’re not even sure why you’d agreed. call your state half-flustered or whatever, because you heard that nagi seishiro of all people does not bother with human relationships much. you’ve only ever seen him interact with mikage reo anyway—and you’d just chalked it up to him wanting it that way. nagi had never shown interest in girls or romance or that kind of shit, so cue your surprise when he asked you out yesterday, when he saw you at the bus stop.

“hey, wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

you blinked at him, utterly surprised because that was the first time that nagi had ever spoken to you.

“um, where to?” (you were still malfunctioning over the fact that he was asking you out on a date.)

nagi scratched the back of his head, and you could faintly make out reo a few ways behind him, watching on.

“hmm, not sure, i’ll text you tomorrow morning?” he suggested, pulling out his phone. “what’s your number?”

okay sure, you could’ve asked for more details, but it was hard getting nagi to respond to you at all. you’re pretty sure he was gaming, that’s why.

“oh, ‘cause reo asked me to.”

that… was not the answer you were expecting. “reo asked you to?”

nagi has a bad habit of not elaborating. you don’t really like that, because you don’t like asking questions, but you can’t help yourself now. this is too bizarre for you to let go.

“yeah, something about how he’s sick of me playing games all day long, told me to go get a date, then he’d return me my switch,” nagi mumbles, and you can’t help but think that reo’s plan may have backfired, considering how he’s on a date and still playing games.

while nagi’s grey eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, you find yourself drawn to the way he’s sucking in his cheek as he concentrates, the way his bangs fall over his eyes and how his fingers can respond so quickly to the lines on the screen.

“you’re pretty good at this,” you tell him, getting lost in how well he’s playing. the points on the screen gets so high he’s almost nearing the high score.

for a moment, nagi’s distracted by how close you are to him; your hair smells like citrus and it’s really smooth. it’s also the only time anyone other than reo has been this close and you’re not anyone so he doesn’t really see why you’re able to steal his focus from the game.

someone like you shouldn’t make him notice things that aren’t about games or himself.

but you do—and he misses the first note since the start of the game, though he recovers fairly easily.

he doesn’t know much about you, only that you’re in his class and you’re very pretty (now that he’s actually looking at you). you have a really cute laugh too, he realises, right when he wins the game and probably what’s a thousand tickets, with you rejoicing happily beside him.

“oh my god, you’re so fucking good at this,” you’re jumping and giggly and nothing like how quiet you are in school and why does he feel a little giddy knowing that he’s getting to see this firsthand? this doesn’t make sense. “okay, move aside, teach me, i wanna do it too.”

nagi obliges. it’s a pain having to teach someone else compared to doing it himself, he gets to know, as you miss probably half the notes on screen even when he tries to tell you how to do it. hell, he’s not really a good teacher.

you win about 300 tickets.

“not bad for a rookie,” nagi comments as you grab your own pile and stack it in your shared basket. the neon red and blue flashes pretty against your skin. it makes you even prettier, he feels.

you raise a brow. “nagi seishiro, wanna play a bet?”

no, not really. but somehow, he can’t quite turn down a game when it’s from you.

“what’re you betting?”

you hold out the basket in front of you. “i’m gonna find a game where i can beat you.” your chest is puffed out, like you’re determined, like you really believe you can. “if i lose, you can decide my punishment.”

nagi blinks at you. you’re… weird. you make his heart beat faster than usual. it’s a little concerning. “and if you win?”

grinning, you wink at him, “let’s leave that to later.”

whatever possessed him to spend the entire day following you around the arcade and watching you fail, he doesn’t know. you’re pretty bad at everything compared to him, but it’s not really fair—he’s probably spent ten times as much of his days in the arcade than you.

have you ever even set foot in here before?

nagi observes as you try desperately to beat him in ddr. you fail, naturally. your feet coordination really isn’t that good, but it’s pretty cute how hard you’re trying. you’re still pretty even at the end of it, even when you’re sweating and some of your hair is matted against your skin. he keeps that to himself though.

throughout the entire day, nagi finds himself entertained by your persistent insistence to beat him at something. it’s funny how you’re awful at the arcade games. it’s also funny how you’re honestly trying. it’s really no use but here you are, sweating once again from shooting hoops.

your 64 versus nagi’s 154.

“wow, you’re really bad at all these games,” nagi murmurs when he sees your score. “wanna go somewhere else?”

you’re quick to open your mouth but it takes you just as quick to shut it, probably knowing you’ll never beat him. at least, not today. “fine, you win,” you say through gritted teeth. you’re a little prideful; nagi’s learning a lot about you. “what do you want?”

nagi seems to have forgotten your earlier bet. he just shrugs and tells you to choose what you want at the exchange counter.

“you don’t want anything?”

nagi looks at the prizes with such disinterest it makes you wonder what can interest a guy like him. he shakes his head, “i can get anything i want anytime anyway.”

(the underlying insinuation that coming to the arcade with him is your only chance to win prizes flies right over your head.)

but when nagi looks at your slightly disappointed face, he tries to backtrack. “i’ll let you know when i think of something i want since i won,” he says, looking away from you. “but you choose one of the prizes today.”

turns out it’s so easy to please you. just like that and that smile is back on your face.

you choose a big goddamn pink teddy bear by the way. nagi sighs as he leaves the arcade with you. it’s probably a character nagi doesn’t know. he’s judging you, but then you hug it and smile at him and he forgets what he’s thinking about.

“i know this was only because reo asked you to, but…” you mumble after you and nagi both finished eating dinner, sitting across from each other at the ramen shop. “it was fun.”

nagi’s not sure what this is. just a customary thing where you’re showing appreciation for the time you two spent together today? you’re looking away from him though, he’s pretty sure normal customs don’t dictate that. he’s pretty sure you’re supposed to look at him when you say that.

“why’re you looking away?”

you look at him in blank shock (an expression that he doesn’t know how to process—what’s so weird about asking you that?) before you smile helplessly. “you’re very weird, nagi seishiro.”

“what do you mean?” nagi’s clueless, in that nagi seishiro way only he can be.

a few seconds of silence pass when you try to make up your mind. it’s unnerving how big and wide his eyes are, especially when they’re focused only on you and nothing else. in the end, you manage with a shake of your head.

“it’s nothing,” you decide. telling him of your possible crush on him would not do any good, you guess.

something bugs nagi; he can’t understand what it is. he just knows something feels off but it’s not like he’s ever felt this particular kind of irk—he doesn’t know what to do.

when the time comes to leave the restaurant, nagi finds himself walking the opposite way to his home because you started walking first.

somehow, his feet follows you.

it’s stupid—walking this far away from the direction of his home is troublesome. it’ll be a hassle to get home when his bus is on the other side of the long gone restaurant. why is he walking you to the train station again when he’ll just see you next week anyway? you’re in the same class.

“oh, are you gonna take the train too?”

nagi blinks at you, drawing a blank at your question. he must’ve completely zoned out. did the both of you get here in complete silence?

“no,” he answers honestly. he doesn’t elaborate. as usual.

by now, that doesn’t surprise you. instead you just nod your head, a hesitance borne in the shuffling of your feet. “well,” you drawl out, dragging the syllable, somehow hoping this wasn’t the end of the night but it is. “this was a nice one-time date,” you settle for, smiling. you’re about to just say goodbye, but you bite on your bottom lip, contemplating, before you slip his phone out of his hand and slide the screen to the side, taking a picture of the both of you together, nagi looking at the screen in surprise and you winking beside him.

when you hand it back to him, you bite your inner mouth, trying not to grin. “in case reo asks for evidence,” you offer as an excuse. you totally didn’t want to take a picture with nagi. “he better give you your game back!”

nagi gets this fleeting feeling that he doesn’t know how to explain when he sees you smiling at him. like how you remind him of the color gray. not because it’s bland but because it’s his favourite color. you remind him of spring and the cool breeze and how refreshing it feels.

“it was a nice one-time date, nagi seishiro,” you chuckle before you turn around, ready to head into the station and probably never spend such time with nagi again. you’ll probably get over the sadness of what could’ve been pretty quickly. you think.

but just before you can enter, you hear the firm steadiness in nagi’s voice. “no.”

you whip your head around, not quite sure you heard him right. “no?” you narrow your stare a little, moving out of other people’s way as they push past you into the station. “as in, you didn’t like it?”

you hope he doesn’t mean it like that.

nagi looks away, earnestly processing it. it came blurting out of him, he didn’t even know what he said until he said it. “i won the bet and what i want is… this. again. with you.”

the implications of his words slowly sink in and it has you feeling giddy. nagi, the guy who barely cares about anything nor makes the time for anyone—is he actually telling you this? is he really saying he’d take you out more?

meanwhile, nagi’s feet stay firmly planted where he is, wondering why you make him feel like this, why you make him feel like he can’t get enough. you’re just… you. before today, he could honestly say you were insignificant. but just the way you are; how you speak, your smile, your laugh and your resilience—nagi likes it, finds comfort in it, somehow.

“then,” you say as you enter the station, face giddy with the excitement of something new blossoming. “i’ll wait for more dates with you, sei.”

the way you call him that makes his heart skip a beat and he’s left blankly staring at your figure as you retreat into the station, stealing his heart with you.

“fine, fine,” reo sighs. it’s two days later on a monday and reo grudgingly gives nagi back his switch. “so, what’d you two do anyway?” he asks, shifting his gaze between nagi and you, though you’re at the other end of the classroom, talking excitedly to your friends.

nagi’s attention quickly transfers to his switch, already opening up a game to play. “nothing much,” is all he offers, and reo’s beginning to think maybe it was more of a punishment for you than a date.

reo sighs again, ready to lecture nagi for being the worst date ever when he pulls up his phone to look at the time. but he accidentally takes nagi’s phone instead, unlocking it to find his own chat thread—to which nagi doesn’t even bother saving his name (reo side eyes him but nagi doesn’t even realise).

that doesn’t surprise him, but what does is when reo realises your contact is saved—with the icon being a picture of the two of you together. you must really be something to be able to make nagi do something so idiotic like this.

“oi, nagi.”

nagi only responds with a raise of his brow. he’s still clicking away at the controls. reo guesses it must be a racing game from those sounds.

“if you guys get married i better be the best man for being your matchmaker,” reo teases, his grin filling his face.

even though nagi doesn’t respond, the champagne pink that brushes across his cheeks is enough indication to reo of nagi’s feelings for you.

looks like he never needed to worry after all.

[starreo]

nagi seishiro drabble.

includes naive! reader, and adult themes so, mdni.

nagi seishiro used to think mornings were a pain. they were not just a pain because that's when he'd have to leave his comfortable slumber and get ready for class, but also because of the boner he'd wake up with.

that was until he was paired up with you for the literature project.

you were so clumsy, cheerful, and cute. always falling into his arms when you ran across the hall to greet him with your "seishiro-kun!! ". always staring up at him with those doe eyes of yours. always asking to complete the rest of the project at his place, despite barely knowing him. always showing up in his dreams in the mornings.

either bent over on his bed, as he thrust his hot cum into you, arching your back as he grabbed your hair from the back, or your ankles resting on his shoulders as he ravished your heat, or on your knees as his large veiny cock gagged you to your limits. whatever his dream was, it always seemed to involve you.

yeah, mornings weren't so bad now.

© starreo 2023. do not copy, translate or repost .

[tteokdoroki]

nagi has beef with any of your pets cuz why do they get to lay around all day but he doesn’t :(

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— feline foe + seishiro nagi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — strangers to enemies except it’s nagi and your pet cat.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, fluff, semi-smutty, mentions of sex, suggestive towards the end, dry humping, owning a cat lol, the cat walks in on you, established relationship, pro player!nagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2K.

⭑ notes — thank u lambie for sending me this ! i thought it was too cute an idea not to write! also i queued this to post on nagi’s bday so happy bday to my bf <3!! enjoy! - m.list ✩

it might sound vain, but nagi was sure that before it arrived, he was the centre of your universe.

he had all of your attention, always. you went out of your way to bring him lunches at the stadium during practices and helped him drink water or energy drinks on the pitch at his games because you liked to believe that it would bring him good luck and he let you. his teammates heave with jealousy each and every time.

when your days were done, you’d let nagi settle his head in your lap while you brush back his hair and scratch at his scalp — letting him game to his heart's content in your company. nagi might have been pampered too and much to the point where he expected to have all of your attention… so he doesn’t quite understand why all of it shifts to a brand new presence in your lives. 

your cat. 

miruku. milk.

it’s a ridiculous name for an animal, nagi thinks, it’s a pest. annoying. but he couldn’t say no to you when you’d brought the stray cream-coloured kitty home, soaked in rain from where you’d chased it around his apartment complex trying to bring it inside. if he said no to you, that would’ve been another issue in itself — and nagi hated when you fought. it was bothersome having you play silent treatment.

so you keep it, the kitten, and everything changes for seishiro nagi. for the worst.

miruku can do everything nagi isn’t allowed to nd gets away with it as well. he raids the fridge if you leave it open, doesn’t have to pay to replenish it because of course cats don’t have income. he wakes you up at ungodly hours for playtime which usually consists of you sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking around a ball of yarn for the kitty to play with. it’s irritating for nagi, having your warmth stolen away from him and pulling him out of the depths of slumber by your lack of presence— all because the stupid cat wants to play ball and you just can’t seem to say no to it. 

the feline that’s suspiciously close to looking like your boyfriend if he were to be an animal is also allowed to sleep in. miruku naps where he pleases, in the linen closet, the corner of the kitchen where the water pipes run hot, on top of the drier and especially by the front door where he trips up nagi on the way in from practices. it’s like the cat is purposely trying to make the pro-player’s life even more difficult than it’s meant to be and you find it’s every single movement adorable. 

the worst place miruku could possibly nap is seishiro’s favourite spot— on your chest. nuzzled against your boobs on a warm sunday afternoon where your boyfriend should be, where your boyfriend should be making you giggle by sucking hickies into your neck while he thumbs at the skin underneath your breasts. he should be suckling on the sweet expanse of your skin lazily, working you up just enough to offer yourself up to appease seishiro’s insatiable appetite.

and its so sick that he can’t because of your pampered little pet. you’d just brush him off and tell him ‘you’ll get your turn later, sei,’ which makes nagi hate that stupid fucking cat even more than anything.

you don’t ever let seishiro sleep in these days, ripping the blankets from his tall frame every morning with a slice of toast hanging from between your pretty lips as you say. “get up sei, wake up for me, baby.” you coo sweetly, briefly letting go of your breakfast to kiss his forehead before you rush out of the door. “i won’t be happy if isagi or reo have to wake you up for practice. ‘kay?”

“mmm…lil’ longer. please angel.” he groans but you weave your fingers through his snow white locks to scratch at his scalp before you tug on them slightly. 

“up. seishiro nagi. i’ll see you later!” the tone you use is warning, and prompts nagi to shift int he sheets to get out of bed. 

he huffs, stretching his limbs a little too similarly to your kitty companion before the realisation hits— miruku is laying in your spot, comfy and cosy. sleeping. and it only pisses him off more. that should be him.

“you’re a pain.” seishiro narrows his eyes at the snoozing feline, scratching it under the chin and the twitch of miruku’s ears tells him that he’s been acknowledged as a rival. 

so be it. 

“how come this cat gets away with everythin’ ‘nd i don’t?”

nagi whines into your neck, watching with darkened and narrowed eyes as his feline opponent hops up onto the couch to join you both in your late night cuddle session. miruku makes his presence known, pushing his head under your chin affectionately and clawing at the fluffy blanket draped over you and your boyfriend. you obviously find it adorable, your hands slipping from seishiro’s soft white hair to tickle just behind your pet’s ear— completely discarding the man tucked into your side. 

“what are you talking about, sei?” you mumble absentmindedly — missing the way the striker squirms in his seat and squeezes you close by the waist, as if to pull you away from the offending kitty.

seishiro grumbles out a response. “he gets to sleep in, but when i do it, it’s a bother. same for when he gets in the fridge too, and when i nap on top of you—“

“stop complaining about him, sei. miruku is just a baby!” you scold your boyfriend, hugging your kitten to your chest, cooing down at him as if he really is a baby. nagi seethes from beside you, that should be him in your arms and not some cat-like freeloader from the streets. miruku blinks up at the white-haired pro player slowly, his mouth opening in a petty meow that almost makes nagi hiss back in response. 

“i’m supposed to be your baby.”

“and you are! but you’re just a little more self-sufficient than my precious lil’ kitty— he needs me to take care of him.” 

“why don’t you just take care of me? cats are s’pposed to be independent,” seishiro nuzzles into your neck, his lips still pouty against your skin and you’d be a liar to say you weren’t overwhelmed with affection for your two boys. “‘n looking after the two of us must be a drag…” 

rolling your eyes, you turn your head to capture nagi in a surprise chaste kiss just to sate him— brushing your lips over his delicately. “i do take care of you, seishiro. some might say you’re a little spoilt with how much i do,” smiling into the kiss, you scratch your nails through his scalp in the way that he likes, a lot similar to your feline friend before jumping up from the couch with a clap of your hands. “now which one of my boys is hungry?”

miruku is promptly shooed to the floor beside a frustrated nagi left without your warmth. the pair share a brief moment of eye contact as your boyfriend runs a hand over his face in annoyance. 

“i hate you.”

“meow.”

the final straw for nagi is the night your cat makes it into the bedroom while you’re having sex. 

he’s pent up, training has been more intensive than usual and all he wants to do is come home and lose himself in you. you let him, falling into the sheets with seishiro nagi, your hands lost in his sea of perfectly soft white hair, your mouth on his, your legs wrapped around the small of his waist as he sinks into you for the first time in a long time. you share a moan, muffled by nagi’s tongue working it’s way down your throat and his entire body weight thrown over you. 

somehow he manages to tear through your clothes, tongue hungrily lapping over your pert nipples while you tug his aching cock free from the confines of his shorts. tears sting at your waterline as nagi presses into your cunt without much prep. he’s so big, you feel as though he might already be kissing your cervix without even moving and you tug hard on his hair at the feeling of nagi twitching within your walls.

“s-sei, god. fill me up s’good—!”

he cuts you off with a throaty moan, eyes rolling back as he gives an experimental thrust. “s’no fair…s’pretty. so tight around me, fuck, angel…”

the moment is perfect, he’s dizzy with love and desire and all caught up in the heat it all… that is until your stupid fucking cat starts screaming bloody murder from outside your locked door. 

“leave it,” seishiro grunts, pawing at your sides and languidly rolling his hips into yours. “s’probably nothin’, angel.” 

you gasp and nod, delirious with ecstasy and pull him closer but miruku seems to whine again— scratching pathetically at the door. “sei, what if—?” 

“he’s fine, jus’ focus on me, pretty thing.” and for the most part you try, you let nagi have his way with you— let him pin you to the bed and make you see galaxies and you’re both about to burst when he swears to the fucking stars he feels that cat’s paw between his balls. 

he doesn’t remember what happens next, just that he sees red or turns it and you are equally as embarrassed— shuffling out of the room to deal with your pesky cat, draped in one of sei’s spare hoodies. 

that’s when nagi decides he’s had enough. 

his final plan isn’t to get rid of miruku but instead to steal your attention away from the dumb animal. 

nagi puts a little more effort into cleaning up himself and the house for you once he gets back from practice at blue lock ( after multiple face times to barou and isagi, reo and others ). he stops by a flower shop and puts together an arrangement that he thinks you’ll like because the colours remind him so much of you. 

when you come home, your eyes light up at the bouquet on your sparkling countertops and the sight of your boyfriend lounging around in your kitchen on his phone. “baby, did you get these for me?” you swoon. 

“yeah. on the way back from practice i went to that flower shop you always talk about.”

“sei, that’s not even on the way home,” you smile and his heart flutters in his chest. “you didn’t have to go out of your way for me.”

nagi bristles with happiness as you make your way into his arms of your own accord and hide your face in his toned chest. “i’d do anything for you, angel,” he mumbled into your hairline and uses a finger to tilt your head up for a gentle kiss, quickly distracting you from miruku who’s jumped up onto the counter. “missed you, s’much.” he knows exactly what he’s doing when he presses his cock between your thighs, dropping his lips to your neck wetly. 

“m-missed you too, sei but…gotta feed the cat…” 

your kitten purrs at your side but seishiro rolls you over, nailing your hips down to the countertops and grinds into you feverishly. his plan is working. 

“no buts, need you. god… s’not fair bein’ away from you f’so long. baby…fuck.” he’s whiny and needy, grabbing handfuls of your ass to slide you back and forth on his growing erection so that you become putty in his hands. you’re so lightheaded that you don’t even hear your cat meowing for your attention— clinging onto nagi’s broad shoulders for dear life. “unless you want me to stop?”

you blink up at your boyfriend, teary eyed and ravenous— for once not reaching out instinctively to pet miruku but instead reaching up to tug on seishiro’s soft snowball locks and bring him down to your height. “i don’t want you to stop, seishiro,” you growl, your voice dipping into sensual and sultry territory. “i want you to fuck me.” 

“can do, angel.” he coos, letting you drag him by the hand towards your shared bedroom.

nagi throws a smug look over his shoulder at your unhappy cat, grinning from ear to ear as miruku hisses at him in defeat.

nagi: 1 - miruku: 0

[rintosei]

A MEASURE OF HIS LOVE

feat. nagi seishiro x gn! reader

prompt: "don’t you dare pick me up, you hear? don’t even try i- hey!!"

nagi seishiro is a tall man. like, really tall for someone his age.

that's one of nagi's most annoying traits, you could say. he takes pride in the fact that he's taller than you, and will always make fun of you for that.

to add to that, most of his cupboards in his apartments were pretty tall because he's tall, so whenever you come over, you had to get a chair to grab a glass or ask nagi to come get it for you (though he would always say it's a hassle and doesn't want to do it).

today was no different. nagi had asked you to come over because he missed you and wanted to cuddle with you (same excuse every time, but you found it cute). you complied, of course, because it's been a while since you guys have spent any alone time together.

which is why you are currently on nagi's couch, his long arms wrapped around your body as a movie was playing on his television. nagi wasn't even paying attention, he was too focused on trying to not fall asleep and literally holding you hostage.

"sei, can you let go?" you asked, trying to pry his hands off of you. "i want to grab a cup of water."

"no. 'm comfy already." he replies, snuggling his head deeper into your back.

"sei i'm serious. i'm really thirsty." you said, and nagi eventually lets go with a huge sigh.

"fine, but hurry." he complains, and you nodded. you seem to have forgotten how high the cupboard is because once you were in front of it, you stared at it was a dejected look on your face.

"right... the cups i usually use are the highest part of the shelf." you thought to yourself sadly, prompting to grab a chair and drag it.

"why're you taking so long?" nagi suddenly asks behind you, making you scream.

"what the fuck nagi?!" you exclaimed, holding a hand on your chest. "you scared the shit out of me!"

nagi raises his eyebrows in return. "did you not hear me walk?"

you shake your head. "well anyway, can you help grab the cup on top there since you're here?" nagi looks at the cup you're pointing and there's suddenly a look of mischief in his eyes. you know exactly what he's thinking. "don’t you dare pick me up, you hear? don’t even try i- hey!"

nagi was already lifting you by your waist, making you eye level with the cup you were pointing at. "this is easier, no?"

"what do you mean easier?! isn't this just more work for you?" you asked in disbelief, actually surprised that he finds this much more easier than just grabbing the cup for you. when he doesn't reply, you sigh and grab the cup, tapping his arms to let you down.

he doesn't, though.

"what are you doing? let me down!" you exclaimed, looking back at nagi who looked like he was holding back a laugh. "why are you laughing? let. me. down."

"no it's just-" he pauses, letting out a laugh. "it's weird seeing you this tall. i'm so used to having to look down when talking to you."

"wha-?!" you almost choked on your own spit. "what? i am not that short, nagi!"

"oh, but you are. i mean, compared to me, you're only able to see my chest when standing in front of me, right?" he teases, and you can't help the embarrassment show on your face. "see? even you agree with your red cheeks."

"oh shut up!" you whined, covering your cheeks with your hands, careful to not drop the cup.

nagi eventually lets you down, but still holds you tightly in his hold. "you're like a cute gremlin."

"what the fuck? a gremlin?!" you were literally staring at him with daggers, but nagi only gives you a smile. "can't believe i'm dating a literal giant who does nothing but tease me about my height everyday." you had to wiggle your way to the water dispenser because nagi just wouldn't let go.

"but you love this giant, don't you?" nagi asks, resting his head on top of your head.

taking a sip from your cup, you look up at him, smiling. "yeah, i do."

taglist: @hyomagiri @tim-shii @fallenssun @17020 @saetoshi @daiseukiis @inariezaki @venusbby @piichuu @yuansen @egoistcore ♡

[tatsumessy]

hii if you have time could you do a head canon about blue lock men( the itoshi brothers, nagi.. etc.) having a game and suddenly there is the kiss cam pointing to their s/o and a random person??

Have a Great day ❤️

itoshi sae

don’t get him started.

he really wouldn’t care because he knows your his and that he’s yours.

but if he was to give a reaction he’d do it to the cameraman for even having the audacity to point the camera in his girls way. and with a guy who looked like that.

he’d laugh, because why would you downgrade from him to THAT?!?!

condescending is all i’m going to say.

itoshi rin

now you remember in that one episode where rin kicked the two balls and made them hit each other?

well he’d kick the ball to where it would hit the camera ultimately breaking it.

he’s possessive and doesn’t play that shit.

he doesn’t like that the cameraman would even assume that you and that random man were together.

rin and sae are basically the same but rin would actually do something.

he wouldn’t lay his hands on anybody but ifykyk

nagi seishiro

he wouldn’t care because he’d be to into the game

but he’d definitely notice and do something afterwards.

like when you are waiting for him outside the stadium where all the paparazzi was waiting for the players to come out

he’d walk over to you and grab you by your chin pulling you in for a long passionate kiss.

he makes sure to do it infront of the cameras so they know that you are his girlfriend.

even though they could careless about who you were but yk nagi thinks that everyone wants you. (obviously they do.)

isagi yoichi

isagi i feel like he’d laugh awkwardly not knowing what to do.

like at first he’d see you in the big screen but once he sees the kissing cam border his face drops instantly

he halfheartedly hopes you don’t give in to everyone and kiss him but then he tells himself that he needs to trust you which he does because he watched as you poke the guy in his eye for leaning in to close to you.

he’d then laugh so loud you could heard him from the field.

bachira meguru

now this baby when he sees this doesn’t like it

but you don’t know that.

he’s so sneaky he’d make his way up to the crowd and while the cameraman is waiting for you two to kiss you were suddenly grabbed out your seat

bachira had come to give you the kiss to which the crowd erupted into loud cheers.

he then glared at the guy for even looking in your direction which caused you to laugh

[mytaiyakeylover]

—𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

—ft: seishiro nagi x gn!reader, sae itoshi x gn!reader

—warnings: none, just some cursing on sae’s part.

𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚒

seishiro is so lazy. the only time he ever decides to eat is whenever you agree to spoon-feed him. this boy is such a big baby, like, omg! he can't literally do anything without needing you to be there 25/8. and even then, he's not going to do much unless you put in just as much effort (if not more). don’t be mad! he just really enjoys being with you, and your presence is truly the only thing that can make this baby boy at least somewhat interested in whatever it is that you are doing. even in life-threatening situations like starvation.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Reo furrowed his eyebrows as he watched the white haired boy still very much occupied with the game in his hands. Seishiro hadn’t even glanced at his plate, let alone touched it.

“Come on, Nagi!” The boy exclaimed, his purple-colored eyes glaring at Nagi with a slight hint of annoyance. "We have practice today. You have to eat at least something," he added, feeling his left eyebrow twitch at the other’s response.

“But it’s such a hassle,” he mumbled, grayish eyes sparing one single glance at the food on his plate before going back to his game. The slightly shorter boy huffed at that. Sometimes he just couldn’t help but feel like he’s so done with this guy. Seishiro wasn’t exactly making things easier for him either, but he guessed it was a part of his charm.

Sighing dramatically, the boy with purple hair suddenly lifted himself from his seat and leaned slightly forward over the table. He took the other boy's knife and fork before cutting a piece of meat. However, it wasn't until a few seconds had passed that Seishiro finally acknowledged the food presented before him.

“Let me feed you, if you're going to continue being such a baby,” a pregnant pause soon followed as Reo muttered those words. Yet, instead of receiving the response that he’d been hoping for, it was one that almost made him scream at the top of his lungs.

“I want (Y/n)-chan to feed me.”

“Well, (Y/n)-chan is not here!”

𝚜𝚊𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒

this arrogant boy can’t physically stomach any food that has not been cooked by you and you alone. i swear! this has never been an issue before, until sae met you. now, he can't even distinguish between luxurious dishes and the ones that we ordinary humans eat. in his opinion, they all fall into the category of “peasant foods” and he will fr glare eye daggers at anyone who even dares to say otherwise.

“What the fuck is this?”

Ryusei stifled a laugh as he heard the boy from his right. His pink eyes observed the midfielder in amusement as the other boy stared at the food presented before him with nothing but pure disdain. The blonde and pink haired boy didn’t want to admit it, but a part of him was quite surprised as he thought those rumors about Sae being an abnormally picky eater were absolute bullshit.

Now it seemed they were not, because never had he ever seen the boy look at something with that much disgust. Not even at Ryusei himself.

“Something wrong?” The horny demon had the audacity to smirk as he feigned obliviousness. Sae narrowed his eyes dangerously at the other boy, right eyebrow twitching in annoyance. Sighing at Ryusei’s dumb antics, the reddish-brown haired boy pinched the bridge of his nose before sending the aforementioned an unimpressed look.

“I said: What the fuck is this?”

A sudden gasp escaped the tanned boy’s lips as he sent the other a look of bewilderment. “How can you not recognize the cooking of your oh so beloved s/o?”

“You’re telling me that (Y/n) was the one who made this disgusting, repulsive, nauseating, stomach-churning thing called food?”

There was a moment of silence, tension growing thicker by each passing second. The stare down between pink and teal so intense that random passers-by were too afraid to get caught in the crossfire to as much as walk past them.

However, as soon as the tension appeared, it quickly dissipated. Ryusei's expression exuded nothing but sheer brattiness, and Sae felt a strong headache coming on, anticipating where this was headed.

“Y’know, what you said just now really hurt my ego.”

[gojoroui]

❛ MID LOOKING ❜

cw: established relationship, nagi x gn! reader, nagi has beef w a kid, kid called you ‘mid looking’, reader is called girlfriend and used she prns once .

a/n: cr inspo to @adoregojo ! their works r rlly good (ˋ▽ˊ) i wanted it to be longer, but couldn’t make out what

it wasn’t often you and nagi get to have a date in public — you both preferred having your dates at home or anything the doesn’t involve a lot of work or exercise.

they just end up cuddling or playing a couple games.

although, today you guys wanted to change things up a bit and have a cafe date. there wasn’t much walking since it was just a few blocks away from your apartment.

as you and nagi were eating your food outside at the patio, a small family appeared and sat just a table across from you guys.

you were focused on eating your desired food and didn’t notice how nagi was lazily admiring you. he couldn’t help but look at how adorable you looked with food stuffed in your cheeks. he was about to comment how cute you looked, but then a little boy walked up and commented something else instead.

“is she your girlfriend?”

nagi blinked at the kid and quickly glanced at you before answering with a ‘yeah’.

“she’s kinda mid looking.”

that snapped nagi. at that moment, nagi knew that the kid clearly doesn’t have any taste in looks. nor will that kid get a significant other with that kind of taste. ‘he probably doesn’t even have taste in life.’ thought nagi.

aside from nagi, you just laughed at the kid’s statement and continued with eating your meal. you obviously saw the statement as a joke; nagi saw the statement as an offensive insult.

nagi side eyed the kid before grabbing his hands and walking to the other side of the cafe. “ill be right back.” he told you before going.

“okay, look, i don’t have time to talk to a senseless kid that has no taste in people. but i just want you to know that you have no right to talk to my lover like that and call them ‘mid looking’. you got that?” that was clearly not a question. nagi wanted to say more, but he wasn’t in the mood to give a speech.

the kid slowly nodded and they both walked back to the patio in silence. awkwardly.

~

later on, you couldn’t make out why nagi kept bombarding you with compliments at how good looking you were.

[nanaminis]

“never back down never what?”

synop. nagi trying to win a plushie at an arcade machine for you.

tags. gn!reader, lots of fluff, established relationship, possibly ooc

note. this is indeed inspired by the l&ds plushies: fleecy + pea pod boat. first time writing for nagi (kunigami is wip), so pls work w/ me. likes n reblogs r always appreciated, n pls leave criticism!! toodles <3

big gray eyes bore into the poor plushie’s skull as nagi’s hand moves the joystick. why is it so stubborn?! these things are supposed to be easy, right?

“seishirou, it’s okay–”

“no.”

he presses the button for what has to be the dozenth time, and the claw lowers itself. it clamps around the sheep’s fluffy cranium, and slowly lifts back up again. c’mon, c’mon, c’mon...

the grip isn’t as good as he thinks it is, though, and right when the claw is near the deposit zone, it falls free from its grip.

“fuck,” nagi mutters, and he rubs at his eyes with the butt of his hand. he has to win this for you, even if it costs him all of his allowance for the month.

you place a gentle hand on his shoulder and offer him a little smile. immediately, determination spreads from his heart and throughout his entire body. if he gets the plushie, you’ll smile even bigger. and nagi really likes watching you smile — it’s pretty.

“you’re gonna end up spending all of your money, babe. we can just come back later.”

“no, i got it.” he fishes more yen out of his pocket and puts it in the coin slot.

the claw machine starts up again, and he navigates the uncooperative claw right back over the sheep. doesn’t it want to go home? it should be tired of sitting there with all the other plushies. he can set it free and give it a brand new parent!

nagi double, triple checks that the claw will securely get the stuffed animal before pressing the button. the claw lowers, okay, grabs the sheep by the head again (a bit more firm this time), okay, goes back up, okay, moves directly over the deposit, okay, and...

the sheep drops down the deposit, and your hand tightens on his shoulder as you squeal. the sheep is finally free from jail!

“you did it!”

pride blooms in his chest. nagi did, in fact, do it. took him a lot of money and way more effort than he would’ve liked, but it’s worth it when you bend down, grab the plush, and beam up at him.

“thank you!!” you push yourself up a bit and press a kiss to his cheek, and his heart stutters. your lips feel amazing on his milky skin, soft and full. “you really didn’t have to keep trying, it would’ve been fine if you gave up.”

hey, wait.

if he wins more plushies, does he get more kisses? does he get to see you squeal and smile and be so full of happiness it could kill a person?

“i, uh... ‘s no big deal.” he rubs the back of his neck, pink tinting the tips of his ears. “you want another one, or...?”

it’s worth a try, right?

your eyes dart over to the pea plushie, and there’s that wanting twinkle in your eyes. but when you look back at him, you shake your head. “no, it’s okay. you’re probably ready to go back home.”

nagi tilts his head. “but i just saw you look at those peas.”

your eyes widen a bit, and you chuckle. “oh, uh... we can always come back, and you already won me one!”

he boops your nose, a slight frown tugging the corners of his lips downward. “don’t lie. i can just win you another one.”

nagi presses a light kiss to the top of your head and digs in his pocket again. i’m definitely gonna be broke after this, he thinks as he pushes the coins into the slot, hearing the now-familiar jingle of the machine.

[merlucide]

Forcing Nagi to go practice

Notes: jus a lil summin, y’all pls request 😭 I feel so motivated rn

words: 314

warnings: implied fem reader

Nagi’s sprawled out on top of you, his long, toned arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting comfortably emerged your chest. 

Your fingers gently comb through his soft white hair, a soothing ritual for both of you. You’d been laying down for at least an hour- maybe more. your phone dinged, you picked it up and read the reminder,“Sei’s Practice”.

tonight’s practice is a big deal apparently, Reo had been pretty persistent about making sure your stubborn boyfriend understood that. 

“Sei” you say softly, trying to nudge him awake, “You need to get up. Reo was serious about practice tonight. No skipping.”Nagi groans, nuzzling farther into your chest. “Do I haaaaavvveeee to?” he whines. “ is’ such a hassle.”You manage to flop him off you despite his protests. He groaned, spread out on your bed as you gather his things.

He finally gets up when you threaten to not to let him over for a week, mumbling about how that’s unfair. He keeps whining as you gently push him towards the door, reminding him about how this is good for him and he needs to do something with his life other than video games. 

From your balcony, you see Reo waiting with his bike. Nagi’s still not thrilled about leaving, but you make him an offer. “If ya do your best tonight, you can stay the night, deal?” you suggest.That gets his attention. “deal” he agrees instantly. He heads down to Reo, who waves at you as they leave for practice.

You watch them go, smiling to yourself. 

Bonus: Nagi collapses onto you with a sigh, his sweat drenched jersey sticking to your skin. You yelp, pushing at his shoulders, "Get ooowaafff!! Eww you're all sweaty!! Why didn't you shower at practice?" He just whines in response, burying his face deeper into your shoulder "But I missed you"

lmao no idea if this is makes any sense but I was bored

Made April 9th 2024

[megu-nya]

★·.·´ I'VE GOT YOUR LEASH UNDER MY THUMB `·.·★

★ ¦ @jaythes1mp asked: reo & nagi x male reader. handcuff & marking kinks (e.g. bitting, hickeys, etc. anything to do with marking the person as theirs). reader has been hanging around other people at school a little too much for their liking. seems like they need to remind him who he belongs to.

★ ¦ ft: reo mikage :: seishiro nagi

★ ¦ tw: nsfw :: mlm :: m!reader :: mean dom!character :: possessive!character :: handcuffing :: marking kink :: biting kink

★·.·´ REO MIKAGE `·.·★

You were his and only his. Only he could laugh with you. Only he could see that sweet and genuine smile of yours. Only he could listen to all your troubles and sorrows and only he could comfort you. But this message didn't seem like it went through to that little brain of yours. From the field he watched you standing and chatting with one of the bench warmers. Laughing with him. Something only he was allowed to see. God, how he hated that sight.

His anger got even more fueled when you looked over to him and flashed him a smile, a smile only his eyes were allowed to see. He hated everything about that situation. For what were you getting onto his nerves? Did you want to test your boundaries? Did you want to know how far you can go until he has had enough with you? Because right now he did have enough. More than enough. Angrily he stomped over to you, his tall frame looming over you as he spoke. "We have to talk", was all he said as he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you into the locker room.

"What's wrong Re-", you asked your purple haired boyfriend but your words got cut off by him slamming his fist right next to your head onto the wall right next to his locker, his eyes dark and hazed, staring at you and making you feel like he was looking deep into your soul. Without saying a word nor breaking eye contact he fondeled around in his sports bad, grabbing the tie of his uniform and taking it into both of his hands, stretching the material, the veins on his hands and fore arms becoming prominent.

"Seems like i have to teach you some manners", he said before grabbing both of your wrists with one of his hands and putting them above your head, tying the fabric of his tie around them with a swift movement and pinning them right were they are with such a strenght you thought your bones were about to break. One of his knees found its way between your legs, spreading them, pressing against your crotch and elicting a mewl from you which made him huff as response.

Reo was quick to latch his mouth onto your neck, harshly biting down on it, a round wound forming and his teeth drawing blood from your sensitive flesh. He pulled back and admired his doings, but he wasn't satisfied. Not yet. He needed to give you even more marks. He wanted you to walk out of the locker room with every bit of your skin either covered with marks from him biting you or hickeys from him sucking on your skin. He needed the others to know who you belonged to. And that being him, only him.

★·.·´ SEISHIRO NAGI `·.·★

"Sei- what?!", you exhaled, the air knocked out of your lungs as he basically threw you onto bed, manhandling you as if you would way nothing. He was annoyed, you could see it in his eyes and the way he looked at you. But why was he like this? Why did he behave like a feral animal caging his prey and ready to devour it? But your thoughts soon concentrated back on the feeling of cold metal against your wrists and the familiar clicking of handcuffs. You found yourself handcuffed to the bed frame, unable to move your hands, your boyfriend caging your body under his own, giving you no chance to escape.

"Does he feel good?", he asked you, blankly staring at you like he always would, demeanour suddenly having changed. "What are you talking about?!", you asked, confused, not understand what the actual hell was happening right now. Normally it would have been easy for you to read him but right now you felt like it was impossible.

When he saw you being dumbfounded by his question something in him snapped. How could you not know what he means when you've been obviously flirting with one of your class mates? Why were you playing dumb when it was so obvious what you did? And, most importantly, why did you do it? To test him? To annoy him? To make him jealous?

Many more questions raced through his head as his mouth latched onto your neck, his tongue first only slightly grazing your skin, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of his wet muscle teasing you, then a yelp leaving your mouth when his teeth sank onto the expanse of your neck, sucking in the flesh and biting down on it, letting it roll between his tongue and teeth.

Once he was done with it he admired his masterpiece, the hickey he gave you already being a bright red mixed with blue and purple shades, being perfectly visible for the next time someone saw that spot. But it wasn't enough. He needed to mark you more. Way more. He needed to show the whole world who you belonged to. He needed to show every single human being that you were his and his only. No one else could have you. Only he could and only he will.

2023 © megu-nya — all rights reserved. do not repost, copy, translate, modify or plagiarize in any form.

[hanrinz]

"it's raining."

turning around to the voice from behind, where you are crouching with a cat at your feet beside you. you see a mop of snowy-white hair, with a sleepy look on his face.

feeling small droplets of water fall into your face and body, paying no mind as you let it soak you little by little.

"nagi, you're awake.. what are you doing here?" you questioned, a little startled by his sudden voice, ignoring what he said. his face so close, his breath warm and it has you a little taken back from this proximity, even though you had been much closer before.

"you were gone, couldn't sleep without you.." he muttered, tilting his head a little as he peeks at what was keeping you busy, that it had you leaving his embrace and waking him up from his slumber.

and you follow his line of sight, seeing that his attention was now on the little feline on your hands, you moved slightly to let him look a little better, "sorry, sei. i couldn't leave this little guy behind."

he blinks at you and then sighs, standing up and lazily walks back to the comfort of your home. droplets of water begin to fall more and you look up to the sky as it soaks your clothes a little, pulling the small kitten closer to you in hopes of it not getting wet from the rain.

you didn't hear the door opening as you listened to the sound of the falling raindrops. eyes closed, basking in the moment, you have always loved the rain. something about it soothes your soul and calms your mind.

you hear something from the side and suddenly the rain droplets stop, you open your eyes and you see an umbrella is held over you, looking back as you see nagi looking at you.

"come closer," he mumbled, standing tall as you see small droplets soaking his shirt.

"okay.."

moving closer to him and putting the little kitten on your lap, petting it softly as you turn back and smile at nagi.

"thank you, sei.."

"mhm.. just don't get sick."

◞♡ what a nagi drabble? i was held captive for this lol.

[baechira-is-my-love]

⸻⸻ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷『𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒍𝒌 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆!』

⸻⸻ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ after an argument, how do these adorable blue lock boys make it up to you?

includes: michael kaiser, sae itoshi, meguru bachira, yoichi isagi, seishiro nagi.

warnings: none, just basic fluff. sae is just a little cold towards you first. post below the cut! forgive me if i make any misspellings or mistakes, my first language is not english!

michael kaiser makes sure to bring you lots of gifts and shower you with love. even if you ignore him, he will always try to get your attention. sure, he can be cocky sometimes but he won't annoy his love. usually, you don't fight, but sometimes both of you ten to lash out at each other if either of you are tired, or you're sick of his narcissistic behavior sometimes, or he's tired of your obsession with keeping the place clean. even if you have a major fight, he will make sure to admit his mistake and be sure to apologize.

sae itoshi, will ignore you for the next few unfortunate days and give you the cold shoulder. he will glance at you sometimes, but if you catch him, he will simply pretend to give you a harsh glare and look away, trying to hide his blush. this boy is not great with feelings at all. but deep down, he still resents himself for not opening up to you. the thing is, he does not wanna give away his pride and ego. but he will eventually apologize. he'll pick the perfect timing, most probably when you're in a good mood after taking a nice shower or after coming back from a get-together. he will simply stare into your eyes, and brush out the extra strands of hair from your eyes with his beautiful soft hands, and whisper a brief 'i'm sorry.' warning: he will not say it again under any circumstances.

meguru bachira, will keep following you like a lost puppy. he will cling onto you, asking you for your attention. he will give you lots of kisses and hugs, even at the most unexpected times. he totally will cling onto you, loudly asking you to forgive him. it doesn't matter wherever you both are, at a friend's house or in the shower, he will be desperate for your attention and will repeatedly ask you to forgive him. come on, how can you say no to him!?

yoichi isagi and you rarely fight, like kaiser, you guys are not the couple to fight that often. plus, he is good at expressing his feelings and quite often he speaks up his emotions and spills his heart. he will not hesitate to give you a big hug the next day, joined by a kiss on your forehead, before he briefly explains why he thinks he's wrong and apologizes. as a bonus, he will take you to your favorite restaurant!

seishiro nagi will keep ignoring you, taking up the façade of being too busy in his stupid phone, playing video games. but, it is nothing more than an escape mechanism from the resentment he's feeling from the last night's fight, when he did not do the dishes. he will pop up randomly and give a big, sweet hug from behind. when you give him a confused look, he just pouts and says, "can i not hug my girlfriend?"

[starreo]

nagi realizing his strength during sex GROWLING at the thought 🤭🤭🤭

omg this is so...

mdni.

nagi didn't really enjoy sex with his previous partners, he thought of it as a hassle and just went on with the deed anyway. however, when he started to date you, touch you, kiss you, he felt the need to do more...he felt curious, the same way he felt when he lost to isagi in football...so when you finally decided tonight was the night, he felt excited for the first time...just the thought of you on his bed, between his arms made him hard.

guess what, when you were finally on his bed, between his arms, his cock thrusting in & out of your sloppy cunt, his hands gripping yours over your head as you whimpered, he realized his true strength. sure, he's been able to make his previous partners cum too, but this was different...everybody wanted you, yet here you were, squirting your orgasm all over him, almost like you wanted him to know he belonged to you...and nothing and no one had ever made nagi this excited for round two.

I TOTALLY LOST INTEREST WRITING THR SECOND HALF NOOOO

© starreo 2024. do not copy, translate or repost .

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— overstimulation + seishiro nagi.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, minors dni 18+, characters aged up to 20s, male masturbation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, big cum shots, fantasies, aftercare, afab!reader, pro player!nagi - hello id like to thank @irideaels for letting me rant abt this a few days ago so !!!! enjoy !!! + not beta read btw lol

oh because … nagi who cums until he physically can’t anymore when he’s jerking off.

one hand tweaking his nipples from under his tight black shirt he couldn’t be bothered to shrug off and the other fisting his cock glossed in layers of hot cum and precum — soiling the palm of his hand with its viscosity.

seishiro’s cheeks tint pink with exertion, sweat beading at his hairline like jewels on a necklace as his back arches off the bed and his hips rise with fluid and steady thrusts into his closed fist. he only works hard for things that he wants, and what he wants is an orgasm. more than one. poor sei, all frustrated because he won’t stop until he’s satisfied or until the burn of frustration from not having you with him ceases to exist.

he tucks his face into his shoulder, lips pouty and bitten until they’re a shade darker than the pink that they usually are — nagi running his thumb back and forth, back and forth through the seedy tip of his angry red cockhead just like you would. it’s a nice feeling, especially when he’s so sensitive. it makes his eyelashes flutter against his shirt and an impatient whine reverberate in the depths of his throat because he needs you, he misses you.

everything is too hot, his dick between his stick and shiny cum covered thighs. nagi’s skin to the touch. the sex tainted air in the room. in order to cool off, sei takes his shirt between rows of pearly white teeth that are gritted to hold his moans and if he closes his eyes tight enough — he can use the wet slap of his hand around his aching, twitching cock to picture you above him and riding him the way he likes..

he imagines the squelch of your precious cunt around him, squeezing himself like you would when you sink down on his thick and lengthy shaft — he starts slow and lazy but the more nagi pictures you bouncing away in his lap, circling your clit to the pace of his whimpers and whines the more he speeds up. mercilessly pounding his own fist, sending droplets of his precum and remainders of his precious orgasms flying about the place and messing up his sheets.

“ngh…hah, angel please. please.” he gasps airily to no one in particular — using the veil of the darkness surrounding him to picture you better. there’s a blistering burn in seishiro’s lower spine like he’s about to bust again and his thighs twitch apart on instinct as if to make room for it all, his second hand shooting between them to squeeze and tug on his large breeder’s balls. he wants you so bad, it makes him cry as he rolls his hips higher and higher. “g’na make me cum. w’na cum…please!”

nagi whispers your name into the night, his hips stuttering as the chord holding back his release snaps in his lower tummy. greyish-brownish eyes roll back into his skull as he helplessly drools from his babbling mouth. one, two, three — he gives a few more shallow pumps to his sore cock, ropes of hot white shooting over his glistening abs and milky chest, seeping into his salt slicked skin. nagi is dizzy, he’s cum, what? three or four times now? he’s lost count, he’s too tired but it’s still not enough to get rid of the white hot need he feels for you.

there’s mess upon mess as seishiro starts himself up again — languidly jerking off with his movements easily guided by the slickness of his last orgasm as lube. this time he thinks of you cleaning him up, sucking bruising marks against the creamy flesh of his thick thighs where only he can see them. you’d kitten lick your way up his cock, take him into your warm pretty mouth and suck on him like your life depends on it.

he can practically hear the way you’d gag on it, spit on it, palm what you can’t swallow down with your dainty little fingers while you moan around him. it drives nagi up the wall. he’s blushing and crying, stroking himself hard and fast and he feels like his hand might drop off — but he’s almost there. dopamine shoots across his brain as sei imagines you taking his release down your throat, how you’d whine around him, complain about just how much he cums even though you both know that you like it.

without realising, his fingers speed up again — thumb circling his tip in tight movements. he switches to using both hands instead of just one, wildly fucking up into his make-shift pussy as if it were yours or your mouth. hot tears sting a path down seishiro’s cheeks in exhaustion and frustration, but this’ll be it. this will be the one to sedate his hunger.

“oh fuck,” nagi’s shakily chokes back a sob, clenching around his own chubby cock, wetting his lips, writhing against the wet bed sheets and blankets below. “oh angel! hah, hah, haaaah!” his hips have a mind of their own while they desperately chase after his high like he would after a goal on the pitch and before nagi knows it. he’s cumming once again. blinding ecstasy rolls over his body in large waves, drowning him, suffocating him. he feels like he can’t breathe as if you’ve stolen all the air from his lungs. blood rushes through sei’s ears and wracks his entire body in a fit of the shakes.

he cums so hard, brilliantly and beautifully — his large cum shot hitting his face and dropping down to his heaving chest while he pants and comes back down. he knows he won’t be able to stay conscious for much longer, blindly reaching for his phone with messy hands to snap pictures of his ruined cock and pink flushed face to send to you.

sei baby ♡ - 10:45PM: came so much 4 u angel. come home soon

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in fact, nagi’s orgasm and the aftershocks of it are is so big that he quite literally passes out after messaging you, giving into his tiredness. finally being able to relax.

and when he comes to, you’re there, dressed in his clothes — cleaning up nagi’s sensitive spots and all his mess with a damp wash cloth so tenderly, a proud smile on your face as you brush back his sweaty and snowy white hair. “you did so well for me, sei,” you whisper, kissing his tear stained cheeks as if he might shatter if you do. “go back to sleep.”

“mngh… thank you, love you angel…” he manages before drifting off.

“love you too, my handsome boy.”

[rintosei]

COME BACK TO BED, PLEASE? — blue lock

☆ tags / warnings: fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, curse words (just one lmao)

☆ characters: nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, and itoshi sae

☆ author's note: im actually surprised i got to finish this in just a few days despite all the works ive been getting from school LMAO

NAGI SEISHIRO:

arguing with nagi is always something that's so stupid. it's always an argument between who should do the dishes, do the laundry, and any other chores to do. nagi was someone who is lazy, and you can acknowledge it because chores are tedious. but, having to do it all by yourself is hard. nagi doesn't see why you're trying so hard to keep the house clean, which is why you argued about him over this.

a childish matter to get mad over, really, but you can't help it. you're tired, and yet nagi doesn't seem to want to help at all.

that is why you're currently in the living room on the couch with a small blanket and one singular pillow for your head. it's uncomfortable, yes, but you can't bear to sleep on the same bed as nagi for now.

you fell asleep despite how uncomfortable it is, but nagi on the other hand couldn't sleep at all. even with all the tossing and turning, finding the most comfortable position, and hugging a pillow wasn't enough to make him sleep.

he would usually fall asleep quickly, but without you by his side, he can't. a small pout subconsciously appears on his lips as he stands up from the bed, opening the door to go to the living room.

he sees you asleep (in a really uncomfortable position) on the couch, and he slowly shakes your body. "y/n."

you stirred and open one eye. "what do you want?"

"i can't sleep."

"well i can, so goodnight," you turned your body to the side (bad idea) and fell off the couch with a small yelp. nagi couldn't help the small laugh from escaping his lips. "STOP LAUGHING!!!"

"s-sorry i just-" nagi doubled over and laughed even more. "you just looked so mad at then rolled over and fell-!" you pout at him standing up from the ground."

"yeah, yeah, keep laughing," you said, voice laced with annoyance. nagi stops, thankfully, and stands up straight. "are you going to go back now? i'm going to go sleep."

he quickly clears his throat, remembering why he was here in the first place. "come back to bed, please."

you raised your eyebrows. "why? thought it was more comfortable for you to sleep alone since you love to sleep like a ninja."

"i can't sleep without you..." nagi replies. "so please, come back. i'm sorry about before. i'll start doing the dishes, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, anything, please."

your gaze softens at the sight of nagi literally begging you to just be beside him when he sleeps, so you sigh, feeling helpless. "okay, fine. but you better keep your promise okay?" nagi nods and takes your hand in his, giving you the sweetest smile he could possibly muster.

ITOSHI RIN:

arguing with rin is probably one of the worst feelings you have ever felt. you didn't like arguing especially if it's with rin. but he just doesn't know when to stop exercising so much. ever since sae's return from spain, rin's routine of exercising became more extreme.

you talked to him (kindly) about this, and rin only hums in response. he didn't try stopping his excessive training, and instead started coming home late at night.

that's what escalated your argument today. rin was being so stubborn about this, and you were too. both being stubborn about this makes this argument pretty much pointless, which you noticed, which is why you decided on sleeping on the couch tonight.

you just needed time alone to calm down and just... think things through before you say anything hurtful.

the couch wasn't too comfortable, but it was comfortable enough that you could fall asleep on (after like thirty minutes of tossing and turning). your neck will surely hurt the next morning but it'll be for your future self to figure it out.

rin couldn't sleep.

that's the only thing that could describe him right now. his eyes are wide open, and even if he did turn off the lights, tucked himself in, and hugged a pillow, he couldn't sleep.

he groans in annoyance, hiding his face in the pillow, figuring out why he couldn't sleep. he's always been able to sleep well at night because he was hugging you, not the stupid pillow he was hugging right now.

he climbs out of bed, walking out quickly to the dark living room. he turns the lights on and sees you asleep. he does feel a tad bit upset at your ability to sleep without him, yet no part of him wants to wake you up. instead, he sits next to you, softly caressing your hair.

he sighed, thinking back on the argument between the two of you. he regrets arguing with (not a surprise, really) and he regrets ever yelling at you. he knows you were just trying to look out for him and yet instead of thanking him, he yelled at you.

"rinnie?" your soft voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and he immediately stands up, clearing his throat.

"um-"

"'s okay, you can stay," you mumbled, voice laced with sleep. he sits back down, fiddling with his hands. "you okay? why're you up this late?"

"oh, um," he starts. "i just can't sleep, that's why," he doesn't elaborate more after that but you didn't know what to say after that. "i'm sorry, y/n. i didn't mean to yell at you. i know you were just trying to care for me but-"

you put your hands on top of his clenched fists. "stop clenching them so hard, you're going to hurt your palms," you sat up, sitting next to him. "i don't know what happened between you and sae, but i don't want to see you exercising yourself to death. you need rest, rinnie. i know you want to get stronger in soccer, but you can't do it when you don't have enough rest."

rin nods and leans his head on your shoulders, relishing in the way your hands drew small shapes on his hands. "okay... i'll set a schedule for myself, how's that?" you nodded in agreement. "let's go back to bed, okay?" rin stands up and helps you up, holding your hands tightly.

ITOSHI SAE:

sae is a hard man to argue with. he's not someone who's really vocal, so if you do argue with him, he doesn't say anything — which makes it even worse.

today was probably the worst day to argue with sae. first, he was super tired from all the training he's been doing in order to prepare for the tournament between blue lock. second, he was in a bad mood; presumably something (or someone) annoyed him during his training.

that's why when you argued about this silly fact of him always coming home late without any texts or calls, sae didn't say a word throughout the whole thing, instead he only frowns at you. you got tired of it eventually and just said, "it feels like you're not even listening to me, but i should be used it by now, right?"

you ended up deciding on sleeping on the couch, not saying anything when sae asks where you're going as you took your pillow and a spare blanket from the closet. ignoring him wasn't what you planned, but to give him a taste of his own medicine.

you placed the pillow on the armrest of the couch and sat on the couch as you opened the blanket and draped it over you. not feeling sleepy at the moment, you turned on netflix, watching the most recent show you're currently watching. you didn't turn the volume up to high, thinking sae was already asleep.

he wasn't. he was reading a book but got too distracted thinking about you being outside and not in the room with him. he closed the book with a huge sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking back to how stupid he was during the argument.

he understands why you were so angry at him though. it's scary when you don't receive any news about him coming home late; you just end up overthinking about what happened to him. he exits the bedroom and walks down the stairs, peeking his head out from the wall to see what you were doing.

he sees the small smile on your face as whatever you were currently watching entertains you. his gaze softens, admiring how pretty you looked. he slowly walks up to you without a sound, placing his hand on the backrest of the couch. "hey."

you jumped. "oh my god- what the fuck, sae?"

he snickers, seeing your face. "sorry, couldn't resist."

you focused your attention back on the tv, not saying anything else back to sae, still feeling angry about before.

"look," sae starts. "i'm sorry about before. i realized how much of an asshole i was being by simply not speaking. i know you only wanted me to just text you when i'm coming home late. i do listen to you. i pay attention, even if i don't say anything."

you took the remote and paused the show, finally facing him. "it's scary, you know? not receiving any texts or calls from you when it's nearing 1am. i get so worried that something has happened to you. i just need to at least know you're okay, that's it."

"i know, i'll start sending them, i promise. i just... get so into practice that i forget to text you," sae tells you with a reassuring smile on his face. you quickly lean your head on his shoulder, and he wraps an arm around your waist. "not sleepy yet?" you shook your head as an answer and he chuckles. "then let's continue watching until you do, 'mkay?"

you watched for another thirty minutes, dozing off on sae's shoulder.