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virgin ⸝⸝ ＃nagi seishiro
･῾ ᵎ kinktober #01 ⋆ „virgin!nagi seishiro who gets wrecked on your bed“
⊹ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ nsfw · first time · fem!reader · praise · size kink · oral · softdom!reader · needy!nagi · overstimulation · virginity loss · cockwarming · grinding · creampie · nippleplay
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Nagi Seishiro wasn’t shy on the field.
But in your bedroom? Sitting awkwardly on the edge of your bed, wide-eyed and stiff, letting his eyes flick around like he’d never been in a girl’s room before?
He was adorable.
“I thought girls’ rooms would be more pink,” he muttered under his breath. “And maybe, like… stuffed animals.”
You raised a brow as you leaned against the door and closed it quietly behind you. “Disappointed?”
He glanced up. His cheeks were flushed faintly, lips parted just slightly. “No. It’s… kinda hot in here.” You smirked and stepped closer.
“You nervous?” you asked, soft and teasing.
He looked away. “Tch… maybe a little.”
“Is this your first time in a girl’s room?” you teased, already knowing the answer.
He nodded.
“I haven’t… done stuff before. I was always too lazy. And soccer takes up everything.”
You stopped in front of him, running your hand through his snowy-white hair, letting your fingers trail down the side of his face.
“You trust me?” you asked.
“…Yeah.”
“Then I’ll take care of you.”
It then started with kisses. Messy, heated, breathless kisses as you straddled him on the bed, your hands moving under his hoodie to feel the warmth of his bare skin. He gasped into your mouth when you tugged it over his head and tossed it aside, fingers skimming his chest.
His hands gripped your hips awkwardly—unsure what to do, but desperate to touch.
“You’re shaking,” you whispered between kisses. “I’m fine. Just… fuck…”
You ground down against him, and the sound he let out was more of a whimper than a moan—needy, soft, helpless.
“You’re hard already,” you teased.
He turned his face away. “S-sorry…”
You laughed, cupping his jaw and pulling him back to you. “That’s a good thing, Seishiro. Means you want me.”
“Of course I do…” he whispered. “You’re… you’re really pretty. Hot. I just—don’t know what to do.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” you said, trailing your hand down his abs. “Just relax.”
His breath caught as your fingers brushed over the growing bulge in his sweats. You palmed him gently, and his head fell back against the pillow with a helpless groan.
“You’re already so hard… and fuck, you’re big.” That made him look at you—a quick, startled glance.
You tugged his waistband down and he lifted his hips obediently. When his cock finally sprang free, flushed and leaking at the tip, you couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face.
“God,” you whispered, eyes trailing up his body. “No wonder you were acting shy.”
Nagi groaned, covering his face with his forearm. “Don’t say shit like that…”
“Why not?” You leaned down between his legs. “You like it when I praise you, don’t you?”
His cock twitched. And That was answer enough.
You licked a stripe up the underside and he jerked, gasping, his hand flying to your hair on instinct.
“Oh f-fuck—what the hell—”
You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked gently, then deeper, bobbing your head slow and steady. His reaction was instant and overwhelming.
He moaned. Loud and Helpless. Like it was too much. “S-so good… fuck, that feels insane—”
You hummed around him, letting spit drip from your mouth as you pulled off with a wet pop.
“You sound so pretty like this,” you whispered, stroking him with your hand now, nice and wet. “Can’t believe no one’s ever touched you like this before.”
“I d-didn’t think it’d feel like this,” he admitted through clenched teeth, sweat beading at his temple.
“You’re close already?”
“I… I think I’m gonna—!”
You pulled your mouth off him just in time, squeezing the base of his cock.
“Not yet, Seishiro. I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
He groaned, full-body, like he was falling apart already. And then—slowly—you reached for the hem of your shirt.
Nagi’s breath hitched.
You peeled it off, your skin glowing in the low light, breasts bare and soft and bouncing slightly with the movement.
He stared. Not just stared—froze, eyes wide, lips parted, like you’d just shown him the stars.
“…You’re not real,” he said under his breath.
You smiled. “You can touch me, you know.”
“I-I can?” “Of course.” You took his wrists gently and guided his hands up, placing them on your breasts. “Here.”
They were warm against his palms, his fingers splayed awkwardly at first—unsure, but reverent. Like he didn’t want to ruin the moment.
You rocked your chest forward slightly, letting his hands sink into your skin, and his breath caught again.
“They’re… soft,” he murmured. “And heavy. And… really nice.”
You laughed, leaning forward so your breasts brushed against his chest. His hands stayed on them, gripping gently now, thumbs brushing over your nipples. The touch made you sigh, your eyes fluttering shut. “You like them?”
“I wanna live here,” he muttered while You Laughed.
His thumbs circled your nipples again, this time bolder. You moaned softly, your hips shifting against his lap, your slick heat grinding right against his still-sensitive cock.
That earned you a choked moan. He glanced down, mesmerized as your nipples hardened against his palms.
“You’re unreal,” he whispered.
You leaned in and kissed him, deep and slow.
His cock twitched against your bare thigh, still sticky and flushed from your mouth. He shuddered.
You slowly started grinding against his bare cock with nothing between you. The way his eyes rolled back had you aching.
“You feel that good already?” you teased.
“It’s too much,” he choked out. “I c-can’t hold back if you… if you do that…”
“Don’t,” you said, lining him up. “Just feel it.”
When you sank down onto him, he nearly blacked out.
“Holy shit—I can’t—fuck—!”
He was huge. Thick and long and stretching you so much it stole your breath, but you loved it. Loved how it made his voice break when you slid all the way down, tight and wet around him.
“You’re so big,” you moaned, hands on his chest. “This cock doesn’t belong to a virgin, baby.”
“I’m g-gonna cum again—”
“No,” you whispered, starting to ride him. “You’re gonna take it. Be good for me.”
He whimpered—moaned—so loud you were sure your neighbors could hear.
The overstimulation hit fast. His cock was still sensitive from almost cumming earlier, and now your walls were clenching around him, warm and wet and squeezing him tighter than anything he’d ever imagined.
You bounced on him hard, dragging moans and gasps and cries from him like he couldn’t control a single thing his body was doing.
“Y-you’re too good—!” he sobbed. “Too good, I can’t—ahhh—!”
You leaned over him, hands on either side of his head. “Take it, Seishiro. Be my good boy.”
“I-I’m—fuck—I’m cumming—!” And you didn’t stop.
He jerked beneath you as he came hard, his voice breaking as his cock twitched deep inside you, spilling warmth into your pussy.
But you kept going. “Wait—fuck—wait—!” he begged, voice hoarse.
“Uh-uh,” you panted. “You can take it.”
“I-I can’t, I can’t, I—ahhhfuck—!”
His whole body writhed, overstimulated and helpless under you. His hands gripped the sheets, his thighs shaking as you kept riding him through his orgasm.
“Too much,” he whined. “It’s too—good—it-hurts—feels s-so good—!”
You slowed down just enough to let him breathe, but you didn’t stop.
“That’s it, baby,” you whispered. “Let me ruin you.”
His lips trembled as he stared up at you, absolutely wrecked. His cock was still twitching inside you, and you could feel him struggling to process it all.
“You’re doing so good for me, Seishiro,” you moaned, still riding him with slow, deep rolls of your hips. “So big, so sensitive, and still giving it to me.”
His moans got softer, more broken, less words and more sounds—soft whines and gasps and breathy cries that made your stomach twist with want.
Finally, when his body stopped twitching and his hands went limp on the sheets, you slowed to a stop, still full of him, still warm and wet and tight around his overstimulated cock.
You looked down.
He was panting. Flushed, chest rising and falling like he’d just finished a match. His bangs stuck to his forehead, his silver lashes fluttering open just barely to look at you.
“…You still alive down there?”
He blinked up at you, utterly wrecked. And then, hoarse and quiet, he finally whispered,
“…Fuck, i love you”
You leaned down, kissed his jaw, and murmured against his ear,
“I love you too, baby.“
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