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nagi folds whenever you say his first name !

nagi was lazy. you knew that. reo knew that. everyone knew that.

so of course, you weren’t surprised when nagi refused to help you with the dishes. “that’s too much of a hassle…” he mumbled from his bed, game console in hand. “playing zelda. ‘m busy.”

you sighed. “the dishes aren’t going to wash themselves, nagi. then our entire place is going to smell like shit, and we won’t be able to use the sink. c’mon, nagi, i always do the dishes. can you do it just this once?”

“you sound like maid barou right now. it’s too much of a hassle.” nagi retorted. why was he so tired anyway? he played soccer with reo maybe once or twice a week, he lazed around all day and just played video games.

“sei, please.”

nagi froze, sitting up almost immediately. “alright, alright,” he commented, making his way to the sink and rolling up to sink. “just let me play in peace after i’m done, m’kay?” he drawled.

“thanks, sei. love you.” you didn’t point it out, but a pink hue dusted his cheeks as he washed the dishes.

“nagi, do i look good?” you asked, stepping out of the changing room. nagi sat on a plush chair, console stuck in his hand. “nagi!”

“huh? oh, you look fine. let’s go.” he replied, not even looking at you. you rolled your eyes, snatching his console. “that was uncalled for.” he gave you a deadpan look.

“sei, babe, how do i look?” you asked again. he blinked a few times, before his eyes widened just a few degrees.

“you look great.” he blurted. “let’s get one of every color.” nagi stood up, before practically falling on you, wrapping his arms around you like a koala. “yeah, you should totally get this.”

“you sounded like reo just now.”

“mmmm, yeah, but you’d never call reo something so cute…” he replied sleepily. “angel, let’s just get this and go home, m’kay? i wanna nap. with you.”

“nagi, can you please stay for just 5 more minutes?” you asked, eyes barely open. it was practically the crack of dawn; nagi was usually never awake this early. not unless a certain purple haired rat scolded him again.

“can’t, babe. reo’s gonna get mad again. it’s a hassle to deal with him when he’s pissed off.” nagi slouched, halfway through taking off his shirt. you pouted; you had today off. was it so wrong to want to stay in bed a little longer with your lover?

“sei, can you—“

“you don’t have to ask twice, angel.” he responded immediately, dropping next to you on the bed once more. he slung an arm over you, nuzzling into your neck.

“what about reo?” you asked, stroking his hair tiredly, although a small tug of your lips suggested victory.

“reo can wait. you can too, angel, but i don’t want you too…” nagi was half-asleep already, just from laying down next to you. “and i can’t say no when you call me something so cute.”

“so it’s not a hassle to do things as long as i call you sei?”

“no, never.” he planted a lazy kiss on your shoulder. “it’s only a hassle if i don’t like it. and i like you. a lot. and i like it when you call me that. a lot. so it’s not a hassle.”

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 @cursed-carmine 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬!

giving nagi his first ever blowjob ۶ৎ

꒰ summary ꒱; nagi's a sore loser and has a crush on you, he invites you over to play games but muuch more than that ends up happening

꒰ content/warnings ꒱; 18+ smut, porn is mentioned, oral (m receiving), nagi's aged up

nagi had invited you over for the weekend, convincing you he had a new game for both of you to play together.

you practically pounced at the first chance to agree, but how could you be blamed? he was disgustingly educated on the topic of video games and that was a given.

all this time, you've thought of nagi as an innocent, sweet, lazy little dork who's too far deep into video games to care about anything else life has to offer.

he could be a little shy sometimes, but cute nonetheless. you'd never found yourself viewing him as more than a friend, though.

but what you'd never suspected was nagi's big fat crush on you — he had an ulterior motive to inviting you over.

yeah, he loved co-op video games, but what he loved more was the scent of your sickly sweet perfume, the sound of your velvety smooth voice, the sight of your soft lips and the feel of your angelic presence next to him.

you'd caused a shift in his peaceful, effort-free life yet even then, he couldn't find it in himself to be mad about it.

he was utterly head over heels for you and you weren't the least bit aware.

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─── attention, please!

bllk x reader ft. isagi, bachira, rin, sae, nagi

synopsis: he's not giving you attention, so you go out of your way to get him to focus on you aabi's note: based on this request here!!

𝄞𝄢 isagi yoichi.

"yoiii," you call your boyfriend for the nth time. his eyes have been glued to the noel noa gameplay on his phone screen for the past hour.

he came over to spend time with you, but now he's here obsessively watching his idol play soccer as if he doesn't already do that everyday. if he had the chance, isagi would probably leave you to date noel noa.

Older! Nagi Seishiro is too lazy to thrust! ★ (NSFW) ﹙𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹚

The soft, rhythmic clicking of controller buttons was the only sound in the dimly lit bedroom, save for the frustrated huffs you’d been exhaling for the past 10 minutes.

As much as you love your boyfriend, you were cursing him deeply right now.

Currently, he was on top of you, his massive frame enveloping yours. You were slumped back against the headboard, and Nagi had lazily guided himself inside you minutes ago, hard as a rock, burying his length completely. But instead of the frantic, bruising pace you were oh so desperate for, he had simply groaned, let out a long sigh, and slumped forward. His chin rested heavily on your shoulder, his hands stretched past your head to grip his phone, and he just... stopped moving.

You thought it was hot at first, being used as his cock warmer and skewered on his length without being able to do anything. But it got frustrating real quick.

"Nagi..." you whined, your hands coming up to grip his broad, bare shoulders. The feeling of him filling you completely, hot and thick, was incredible—but the absolute lack of motion was driving you insane. "Please… Move."

"Mm... don’t wanna," Nagi murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against your neck that sent a traitorous shiver down your spine. "Boss fight. If I let go, I'll die. Just hold still.”

"I don't wanna hold still!" You tilted your hips, trying to force a friction that would bring you closer to the edge, but Nagi’s weight and a subtle, commanding press of his thighs locked you in place.

"Don't squirm," he sighed, his thumbs flying across the screen. "You're tight. If you move like that, I'm gonna mess up my combos."

"Then let me go on top!" you begged, your voice dropping to a needy whisper. You were melting from the inside out, completely stretched open by him, the passive heat of his body cooking you alive. You squeezed your inner muscles around him, a desperate last bid for attention.

Nagi let out a sharp, ragged breath, his fingers freezing on his phone for a fraction of a second before he recovered. He buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "Ah... babe that's cheating. Don't do that."

"Then move," you whimpered, tears of frustration pricking the corners of your eyes. "Please, Seishiro. I need you to move. Just a little bit."

"So demanding," he muttered, completely unfazed by your begging. He liked the feeling of you being desperate for him; it was troublesome to move, but knowing he could make you sound like this just by existing inside you appealed to some sick nature he had inside of him. "Almost done. Just five more minutes."

"I can't wait five minutes!"

To emphasize your point, you squeezed again, arching your back slightly. Nagi groaned aloud, a deep, guttural sound that made your core throb. The tip of his nose brushed against your pulse point.

"You're being really needy today," Nagi said, his tone dropping into a rare pitch he usually reserved for the field. "But I'm not dropping this match. Be a good girl and just take it."

He didn't thrust, but he did something worse: he shifted his weight, pressing his pelvis firmly against yours so that his thick base ground right against your clitoris, before locking himself in place again. The agonizingly slow, heavy pressure made a loud sob escape your lips.

"Ah, there," Nagi murmured, pleased with himself as the game's victory fanfare finally echoed from the speakers. He didn't even look at the scoreboard. He tossed the controller onto the mattress, his large hands immediately coming down to grip your hips with a bruising hold.

His eyes, usually dull and sleepy, were dark and blazing as he looked down at you.

"You did a good job waiting," Nagi whispered, a lazy, smirk tugging at his lips as he finally withdrew halfway, before plunging back in with a sudden, deep thrust that made your vision go white. "My turn to play with you now."

nagi's son who looks and acts like him

part two

you always thought nagi was clingy, but nothing could’ve prepared you for having a son who looked exactly like him—and somehow acted even worse.

your little boy had his own room, decorated perfectly with his favorite things. soft walls painted his favorite color, shelves lined with toys, a big plush bed with a comforter that matched his tiny personality. you thought he’d be excited to have his own space, finally able to call a room his own. but no matter how many times you tucked him in there, kissed him goodnight, and told him sweet dreams, he always ended up sneaking into your room in the middle of the night.

“baby, you have your own room,” you’d tell him, already half-asleep as he wriggled between you and nagi, clutching his stuffed toy and rubbing at his tired eyes.

“don’t like it,” he mumbled against your arm, voice muffled but determined. “smells better here. smells like mama.”

from behind you, nagi let out a sleepy chuckle, his voice low and raspy from just waking. “he’s got a point.”

“sei, you’re not helping,” you grumbled, carding your fingers through your son’s messy white hair.

“‘s true, though.” nagi’s arm lazily tightened around your waist, making sure he had his spot secured as well.

and just like that, your bed became home base for not one but two velcro boys. nagi’s long arm always thrown lazily over both you and your son, as if he was reclaiming his territory, while your son’s tiny hands refused to let go of your shirt, even in his sleep.

mornings weren’t much easier. you usually woke up pinned—your son starfished across your chest, drooling into your shirt and snoring softly, while nagi coiled around your waist like a human-sized snake, his face buried in your neck and his breathing steady.

“mamaaa, don’t go,” your son whined when you tried to sit up, still half-asleep but immediately aware of your movement.

“stay, babe,” nagi muttered in the exact same tone, tightening his hold without even opening his eyes.

you groaned, flopping your head back against the pillow. “if i don’t get up, who’s going to cook breakfast?”

“delivery…” nagi mumbled without missing a beat.

“delibewy!” your son chirped, copying his dad perfectly, lips curling into a sleepy grin.

you sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “i’ve basically got twins.”

in the kitchen, it wasn’t any better. nagi leaned against the counter, watching you cook with hooded eyes like it was entertainment, while your son clung to your leg like a koala, making it nearly impossible to move from one counter to another.

“hungryyy,” nagi dragged out the word, his voice pitched just enough to sound pathetic.

“hungryyyyy,” your son echoed immediately, tugging at your shirt dramatically, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

you pinched the bridge of your nose. honestly, you didn’t know who needed actual attention more—your real baby or your oversized one.

by the time you managed to herd them into the living room, you thought you’d get a break. wrong. the moment you sat on the couch, nagi sprawled across your lap, long legs dangling over the side, head pillowed comfortably on your stomach. then your son came toddling over, climbing up onto the little sliver of space left, determined to wedge himself in.

“mama’s lap is mine!” he huffed, pushing at nagi’s side with his tiny hands.

“hey, don’t copy me,” nagi muttered, refusing to move and tightening his grip around your waist like a stubborn child.

“i copy you,” your son shot back smugly, puffing his cheeks in victory.

you looked between the two of them, their matching pouts making your head spin. it was like staring at a smaller, louder version of nagi arguing with the original. “see what you’ve created?” you glared at nagi over your son’s head.

“pretty cute, though,” nagi replied, utterly unbothered, even as your lap circulation slowly began to suffer.

errands were a whole new battlefield. dragging nagi out of the house was already hard enough, but with your son, it became a parade of clinginess. nagi shuffled along beside you, dragging his feet with a bored look, while your son waddled on your other side, clinging tight to your hand and swinging it back and forth.

“do i have to go?” nagi whined.

“yes.”

“me too?” your son parroted, looking up at you with big pleading eyes.

“yes, you too,” you said firmly.

at the grocery store, it got worse. nagi leaned heavily against the cart like he might collapse if he had to stand on his own, while your son sat inside with his arms folded across his chest, mimicking his dad’s pout. both of them gave you identical lazy stares as if shopping was the most exhausting thing in the world. passersby gave you sympathetic (or amused) looks—like you were wrangling not one child but two.

finally, bedtime rolled around again. you tried once more to settle your son into his room, tucking him under his blanket with kisses on his forehead. he smiled sleepily, promised to stay this time, and even hugged his plush a little tighter like he meant it. but by 2 a.m. you felt the mattress dip and a tiny body crawl between you and nagi again.

you opened your eyes just in time to see nagi, half-asleep, lifting the blanket to let him in like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“sei,” you whispered, watching your son curl against you with his plushie, sighing as his small fingers immediately latched onto your shirt again. “you’re spoiling him.”

“he just wants you,” nagi shrugged, his voice thick with sleep as he pulled you both closer with one arm. “same as me.”

“mama’s mine,” your son murmured into your chest, already halfway back to dreamland.

“no, mine,” nagi countered softly, pressing his face into your neck with the faintest smirk.

you sighed, trapped between your two velcro babies—one small, one oversized, both equally stubborn. exhausting? yes. overwhelming? definitely. but as their warmth surrounded you and their breathing evened out in sync, you realized you wouldn’t trade this for anything.

your life now was full of clinginess, mimicry, and a whole lot of patience. and honestly? it was perfect.

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