#nagi x reader

[mellosnumber1gooner]

"can you send" PRANK!! While they are at practice!

featuring: isagi, bachira, nagi, shidou.

[mistressinpurple]

big brother nagi has a special way of 'apologizing'.

tw: incest, gentle noncon/dubcon, x fem reader, of age characters, DDNE.

wc: 1k

Seishiro is stuck in a limbo of apologizing and holding his ground. Your angry tears frustrate your usually apathetic brother to no end, his mind occasionally rolling the tape mid game of how you had stood there, actually getting annoyed with him.

He can admit that the chores in the house definitely tend to land in more of your responbilites, but its not really his fault if he didn't know that it bothered you in the first place. The whole blowing up on him was kinda uncalled for.

It’s coming around to midnight now. Sometimes on the weekends you would have little sleepovers in his room, but it’s clear now that won’t happen. It’s hard to drag himself into bed so early when his favourite pillow isn’t there-- your chest.

He drags a hand over his face as the fifth lose screen of the night pops onto his game, groaning. “Such a hassle…”

Within minutes he finds himself at your door, peeking through the crack before letting himself in. Your form is curled up on the bed, clad in panties that revealed the curve of your ass, and a loose shirt he could only assume was stolen from his laundry— flipped up just enough to showcase the delicate curve to your spine.

The bedside light is still on and your hand rests over your phone, asleep in a bed that is still made from this morning. The sight is nothing short of tempting,

The bed dips under Seishiro’s weight, spooning himself over your sleeping form like a koala, one arm draping around your front.

You squirm under the added weight, pressing your face into the blanket. “Seishiro-niisan..” you mutter groggily, blinking at the suddeness. His hips slot against your ass, nose nuzzled into your hair as he begins a slow grind of his clothed cock into the plushness.

Lamely, your hand reaches out to his side, a sorry attempt to push him off. “Mmh.. Stop it.”

“Sorry, ‘mouto,” His sheer size has you pushed onto your stomach now, pinned down while your big bro lazily ‘cuddles’ you. “For making you cry..”

Your eyebrows knit together, catching your lower lip between your teeth. Trying to writhe away only makes it harder for yourself, unintentionally meeting his needy ruts. Bitterness and relief wells up in you, forced to take his apology.

“What're you doing..” you whimper into the sheets, your panties sticking to your wet cunt at the friction.

He nods, reaching down to tug his sweats down just enough to free his leaky cock, using the head to nudge away the fabric covering you.

The initial graze of your chubby pussy against his sensitive head pulls a throaty moan from him, bucking against your slick folds, tip catching at your throbbing clit.

Your hips buck into his, a surprised whimper of pleasure slipping past your lips. “Aniki,” you gasp.

A quarter of his cock is coated shiny in your juices, his precious sister’s pussy only drooling for more. This was the kind of cuddles he missed, depriving himself of your accessible cunt just because he was being stupid…

“Gonna fuck you now, imouto..” He warns lowly, lining his tip up to your tiny hole, holding you tighter to prevent anymore squirming. “Gonna cum in you.”

“No, wear a condom,” your gasp is somewhat slurred, biting your cheek. Your big brother ignores your plea, his bare cock begins to push into you, a cry sputtering from you at the stretch. Condoms are tucked into the drawer of your bedside, collecting dust since purchase. No, its too far, too much of hassle. Hes already inside anyway.

You can make out the faint pants above you, feeding one inch, then another, stuffing his cock without going easy into the tight fit.

“More, more...” Nagi whines, seated within your honeyed warmth before he begun to roll his hips. The pain of his length filling your cunt twisting at your face, squeezing your eyes shut. Strong arms sneak under your frame, back pressed to his chest as he begins to languidly fuck you.

Your mouth opens yet no sounds come out besides a choked, broken cry, creaming around your big bros fat cock. There’s nothing you can do to dampen the pleasure, toes curling as his hips slap in rhythm to your ass, adding a beat to Nagi’s lazy way of apologizing-- by violating his little sis.

“I'll do more around the house, kay?” Seishiro moans, his lips finding your damp hairline with a gentle fervor. A mop of white hair tickles just beneath your brow, lanky fingers pressing into the soft of your stomach, dragging up to play with your breasts. He rolls one peaked nipple between his index and his thumb, pinching just to hear you squeak— unable to brush away from the incessant stimulation.

It was nice how perfect your tits were in his hands like this, the weight squished warmly against his palms.

“No you won't,” Drool gathers at the corners of your mouth. “I don’t forgive you.” The neglected pearl between your thighs aches and throbs, saved by the fricton of the blanket, soaked with your desire. A knot builds where the fat bulge of Seishiro's dick imprints, holding your breath to focus on cumming.

“You’re a hassle when you want your big brother’s cock…” He sighs at your protest.

Your walls flutter around his length in return, confirming his suspicion. The teen took in the sight of his little sister, your hair a mess of strands sticking to a sweat-soaked forehead, body arching off the bed with every deep penetration. The way you writhed and squirmed uselessly beneath him, each plunge of his cock into your tight cunt blurring the memories from earlier.

His cock swelled with need, and he knew he was close to filling you with his seed. The hung length twitched within your velvet walls, his thrusts growing shorter and harder that smother your body, squeezing your tits as leverage. Nagi groaned into your hair, spilling hot ribbons of cum deep inside you.

When your left panting and pulsing around nothing, shooting daggers with that glare over your shoulder, he can only smirk in contentment at the pretty mess. His pleasure leaks out of your hole, smeared with the fabric of your panties.

a/n: theres a much longer version of this but i didnt think it would do well here so that version might be posted on ao3

[mellosnumber1gooner]

You took risky pictures on their phone and they found them at practice

WARNINGS: suggestive!! Fem! Reader, x isagi, nagi, shidou, Niko and Chigiri., might be OOC, I'm not good at writing things like this yet!?

I've never written anything suggestive so I hope you like this!!

[bloomflix]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ your bf nagi forgetting to record as he creampies you for your onlyfans ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

your boyfriend nagi knows about your secret onlyfans, and quite frankly, he doesn’t really care. you considered it a hobby that could grant you monetary gain so to speak. and nagi knows—as long as you don’t fuck anyone else, well you’re fine.

you don’t show your face, but just flaunt your body and such. and to your surprise, you suddenly became a favorite on twitter and on onlyfans—due to your pretty pussy, as many would comment on your videos.

but as your notoriety increased, so did your requests.

in particular, a rather popular one was asking for you to get “creampied”.

and well… who better to ask than your own boyfriend!

“you did say you agreed to helping, y’know…” you murmured, your bare legs laying on his lap while you lounged on your couch like always, with nagi’s eyes glued onto his switch as he played.

you couldn’t help it—honestly! you couldn’t help but stare at his lengthy fingers as he played with the control buttons and wished that those fingers could be all up in your p—

“mmm lemme think about it, yeah?”

you laughed. “baby, c’monnnn! show the world that you’re my boyfriend and that your massive third leg belongs to me.”

“soooo, what’d ya say? wanna fuck and nut in me later?”

you couldn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach the moment he lightly snickered at your bluntness, his lips curved to a slight smile.

“you’re laughing like it’s funny, sei, but y’know, the people yearn for creampies. they beg for breeding,” you laughed, poking fun at the absurdity of it all.

you couldn’t lie that a small part of you really enjoyed the requests giving you an excuse to indulge in these fantasies you’ve had—because shit. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to do all of that to you unprovoked. it’s been way too damn long since he’s fucked you.

as soon as that game was shut off, the camera was turned on, and the two of you ended up in your bed, still in lounge wear. you were only in boyshorts and seishiro’s old hoodie from blue lock, while he wore black sweatpants and a simple white shirt.

god, if you ignored the fact that this was for content and planned out for such, this setting would have felt more romantic. but then again, that’s the appeal that earns you money and shit.

“you should record it like it’s natural—like those hot sex tapes that like, don’t have it angled all perfect and shit. the casualness makes it hotter.”

nagi hummed, lightly placing the phone by your side and sliding down his pants and boxers. he aligned his pretty cock along your slit, already soaked and sticking against your sheer cotton panties. he grinded his leaky tip along your puffy slit and slid your panties down, throwing them on the other side of the bed.

“kayyy…”

“okay—oh fuuuuuck!” you shut your eyes closed, feeling the way your boyfriend filled you up slowly—his left hand pressing firm on your lower tummy and feeling pressure where his cock was inside you, his thumb circling your clit so good.

“huh…didn’t even need foreplay… you’ve been thinking about this or what?”

you smacked his bicep, “move, please…”

you didn’t want to admit how wet the thought of him creampie-ing you really got you; to be honest, it’s one of the main things you imagined—fantasized over—when playing with yourself thinking about him. nagi would be in manchester, leaving you alllll alone waiting for him to come back to japan. now that he’s having a break, you could have him allll to yourself.

“shitttt, you’re tight,” he huffed.

you lightly laughed, “your dirty talk away—mmm—from the camera f-fucking sucks—shit-!”

the both of you stayed there like that for a moment—with seishiro rolling his hips against yours slowly before he groaned a little (more of a shaky breathless pant).

“mmmm you like my dick though.”

“oh shut up.”

you never realized how much of a smug person he was when he came to sex, or how much, despite him being so lazy and nonchalant, he could be a real beast in bed… and you missed that right now.

it was so adorable and hot how his face contorted everytime he was inside you; eyes shut, lips parted and cheeks flushed.

the moment you felt the flash turn on, you covered your face in embarrassment—feeling exposed (despise what you do). you felt like you were in heat, grinding against his pelvis and spreading that sticky slick on your hot skin, and arching your back, whining so loud. oh how he filled you up so well…

“such a pretty girl, with an even prettier pussy… mmmm all for me. all of this is all for me.” despite saying such obscenities on camera, the way nagi said it with his smooth and deep voice laced with vocal fry, made it seem as if he wasn’t saying the most nasty shit imaginable. it was so damn hot.

“allllll mine.”

your hoodie was lifted up to show your soft skin and breasts bouncing with every slow thrust of his hips, and seishiro couldn’t get enough. he just kept staring at your soft body.

“f-fuck—! come in me, please-mphmmm,” you whined (for the camera and totally not because he was fucking you really good…), arching your back and clawing at his biceps.

“gonna take it, babe? cmon, pretty girl… gonna look so pretty with my cum all inside you—all full.”

seishiro hissed through gritted teeth, the grip of his left hand on your waist tightening. he slammed on you on his cock, sheathing it and out inside you so good and spilling his warm load inside you with a loud sigh. “mmm—oh my god…”

he pulled out of you, his cock glazed with your slick and his cum, and angled the phone to show your puffy cunt, oozing his load onto the sheets with your legs and breathing shaky.

“attagirl… look at that…” he murmured, sheathing his cock into you and slamming that cum back in.

then his smooth voice turned to one of slight annoyance.

“ah—ahh shit, i wasn’t recording…” he breathed out, placing the phone on the nightstand and groaning. his cock still pulsated inside you, your cunt clenching around him the moment he admitted his “mistake”. “my bad.”

“na-nagi—hgnhhhh—!” you whined, your arms around his neck only tightening. “why’d you do that?”

“gotta make this up to me. you forgot—hic—to record.”

“of course.”

you couldn’t lie and say this wasn’t hot—to think that your lazy boyfriend of all people was fucking you like he was in heat all for a stupid onlyfans video.

so when you posted a photo of yourself kneeling in front of the mirror, legs wide open and showing your creamy, overflowing pussy, fingers spreading your outer labia and causing for globs of his cum to spill on the floor, you of course had to caption it with:

“boyfie decided to creampie me after playing his video games n now my fav panties are all ruined w his cum !  he didn’t let me record :,(“

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i loved this oneshot/drabble, but honestly would’ve preferred it to be blue lock centric tbh eheh (i’d like to say this account in general is mostly blue lock centric after my old blog was more jjk and honestly, i lean more towards blue lock now—franchise wise and community wise) anyways baby’s first nagi piece yayyyyyy!!! i was thinking he’d be the best character for thissss but idk ! also my (ahah) glitter banner couldn’t load so this post lowk feels naked……..

masterlist <3

[unknownpersonwithaknife]

I’ve just gotten like 5 nagi one shots in a row. Is this a sign to write for him????

[ivytheweeaboo]

Nagi Seishiro's a nerd??

Ft. Nagi Seishiro

(masterlist!)

[not proofread]

Thinking about how Nagi, without even realizing, would be such a know it all. No effort, no anything. Like he just spawned on earth with any information possible.

During practice Reo cooled off, sitting next to him who was laying on a bench, "oof... everyone is pretty loud today huh.." Reo sighed, a half chuckle, half huff escaping his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. What did he get in return? Seishiro hummed in agreement, "Did you know that space is silent since there's no air to carry the sound.." Reo's brows raised, a puzzled expression on his face, "excuse me?.." he said looking over at Seishiro who was already lightly snoring on the bench.

And yea he would actually drop random ass facts in the middle of conversations, sometimes maybe not even in the right context but what can you do. Well, noone ever got used to it though, it was strange. This guy would probably use up all month's worth of effort to let you know the most useless info ever.

You'll be sitting together in a cafe, having gotten him some lemon tea and a toast or whatever you opted for was enough for him not to starve and you were trying to get a conversation started...

"How was practice today huh?...Reo mentioned you did..good-" you noticed him zoning out, "Seishiro." You deadpanned–

"D'ya know that sharks are older than trees?.." he said pairing it with a yawn

"That's literally not what I asked." You rolled your eyes, a small smirk on your lips...it was kinda funny.

The only thing you were glad about was that, his knowledge definitely helped when you needed help with homework. He might not be exactly in school anymore, but that doesn't mean he won't see a sheet of math equations ever again.

"Sei- look at this shit...it might be impossible I swear! There's literally no way." To which he looked over looking mildly troubled as he started mumbling,

"First y' need to....." Blah blah blah...

He ended up explaining the whole thing in 30 minutes, not only leaving you baffled but also knocking himself straight to sleep afterwards.

You stood there thinking about what just happened. Who would even believe you when you tell them...

A/n: Just a little thought since I was bored... it's a little short though mb

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[burekforsatoru]

── ꫂ᭪ in your warmth | s.nagi/f!reader

⌗ seishiro nagi/f!reader ⌗ 2.9k words ⌗ smut, fluff, cock warming, rough sex, marking ⌗ cock warming nagi turning into him fucking the breath out of you... + fluff

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seishiro nagi doesn't want to move from your lap.

like a cat basking in a sun puddle, the second that his head hit the perfect soft surface of your thighs, it was over. no force could peel him off of you, other than just to switch positions if he felt like spooning you or having you lie on his chest. you wave a strawberry pocky stick in front of his face only to have him slowly open his mouth and try to get it with his tongue. it draws a smile to your lips that you don't even notice until he rolls onto his back—head never once leaving your thighs—and pokes your lips with one long finger. it travels so slowly, you're wondering if he's once again aiming to pick your nose before his fingertip settles on your bottom lip.

a perfect opportunity.

you snap your teeth and bite it, making his eyebrows draw together sightly as he sighs.

"one day you'll actually bite my finger off and then what?" he mumbles, not bothering to fix that white strand of hair that always hangs in front of his eyes.

you shrug. "you have nine more."

your answer sends him into motion. in one quick swoop, he lifts himself up and pushes you onto your back only to plop himself on top of you and cage you in on the soft, bouncy mattress. your surprised shout is like a reward in itself to him, his occasional speed and agility never fail to startle and excite you.

"nine, hm?" nagi murmurs into your neck before leaving a little red mark from his teeth there. "that's one less finger to touch you with."

"you're right, that's not okay." conceding, you bring your hands almost instinctively up his back and tangle them into his hair.

he smells fresh, the scent of the generic who-knows-how-many-in-one shampoo/shower gel/whatever else that they get at the locker rooms after practices, and you've come to dislike the scent purely on the grounds of it meaning that you don't get a warm smelly sweaty hug before he drags himself into the bathroom after he comes back from training. how selfish.

you let your eyes close again, just feeling the contours of his body sinking into yours as your legs wrap around his waist. the way he holds you is bordering on a boa constrictor's murder attempt, arms wrapped like vines around you holding you as close as this mortal vessel will allow. and you… well, you've learned how to breathe while squeezed so tightly. he barely moves while he holds you like that, only a few nuzzles of his nose against your neck, a couple of kisses here and there until he rests that tired face against you.

that is, of course, until he starts slowly rubbing his crotch against you.

it starts slow at first, barely noticeable, you could even think he's just adjusting himself in those soft grey sweatpants. but the fourth time that his hardness meets your clothed sex, you smile knowingly, feeling where he's trying to go.

"what are you after, sei?" you ask, teasing with your low whisper against his ear. nagi groans softly and rolls his hips a little harder now, acting inconvenienced by his own needs.

"nothing." he answers simply, muffled. words vibrating your collar bone.

"that's not nothing."

"'s not going down." nagi is almost a professional at making a whine sound so attractive, especially one about something that's never a problem.

he rolls his hips a few more time before you respond, lifting your ass so he rubs against you a little better. that earns you a groan, one that has your entire body shiver when it echoes all over your skin. he stops, sighing into your neck as his hard on nestles between your already damp folds.

"what's the matter?" you murmur against the side of his head, feeling the soft strands of his snow hair tickle your lips.

nagi just huffs in response, moving again, though making it seem like immense effort. after a few more seconds of him trying to peel his lips off of your neck, he huffs again. "jus'… don't wanna move at all."

you let a heartbeat go past, and then another, and another before you gently trail your hand down his back. "but you wanna feel me?"

he nods, almost guilty as he stays lying on top of you like dead weight. almost guilty, but by now he's learned that you have never actually minded him pushing you into the mattress, not like this, not even when he is thrumming with adrenaline and high with insatiable energy that can only be spent by ramming into you repeatedly. you just don't complain about the aftermath, only jokingly ask him to carry you around afterwards on the account of your legs being wobbly—and he obliges every time.

but now the adrenaline has been left on the field, drained out of him together with all the energy he had been storing, wasted on a longer than usual practice when instead he could've been using it on you afterwards. but what's done is done, and parts of his body are still demanding things that he didn't think would happen today. at least not until he had some rest and recharged.

he's really lucky that you're so willing to take him in any way.

you wordlessly shimmy out of your sweatpants, kicking out from under him while he reluctantly moves his hips away to let you undress. instantly, the change in temperature has you shiver slightly, enough to have nagi squeeze you a little tighter.

impatient to feel you, he rubs against your naked heat, having you hiss slightly at the contact of his sweats with your slick skin. what he mumbles into your neck is something like an apology, so you just move to slide his pants down his toned thighs, his excited cock slipping against your folds as soon as it's free from the constraints of his boxers.

"now hang on," you whisper, still battling with the waistband of his pants as you try to use your foot to move it along, "can't just barge in like that."

nagi snickers into your neck, doing very little to help out. in the end, he shuffles his knees to further push the rest of them off and finally, finally settle between your willing thighs until he's gently poking his tip against your clit.

a couple more slow and languid slides of his hips, and he's got his thick shaft resting between your folds, snug as he grinds his hips against you. every time your clit is nudged, there's a little gasp that echoes in your chest. it amuses him greatly.

reluctantly he pulls his face away from your warm neck, but your parted lips invite him for a kiss, another, three for good luck. for someone who really didn't want to move, he's surprisingly cooperative before he gets to sink into you. the veins on the underside of his shaft rub against your rapidly dampening slit. rustling of sheets meets sweet squelches of your wet cunt, and soon, with a few more languid kisses, nagi moves his hips to angle himself and slowly, inch by thick inch, sinks his cock inside you.

his sigh is one of immense relief, drawn out just like your moan as he settles into your tight channel. you wiggle a little, getting adjusted and comfortable as your legs fall open onto the bed. nagi's not moving, blessed breaths falling from his lips as he finally feels the warmth he's been craving.

an occasional twitch of his cock interrupts your peaceful caresses of his back, making your fingers flex under his hoodie. his back is warm under your touch, his muscular back smooth as you gently graze it with your nails, relishing in the way he shivers from the sensation.

"hold me." he murmurs simply, though you could've sworn he was asleep on top of you. apparently not, even if his breathing is so slow and steady.

but you do as you're told, lifting your legs up to wrap them around his back and lock your ankles together. it changes the angle of his prodding cock inside you, making you whine a little and him groan as you adjust, your walls squeezing him tighter. he pulls away just to kiss you a little, small pecks on your jaw and chin before settling into a deep, long kiss on your lips, the kind that always leaves you smiling long after it's over, long after it stops tingling your lips.

you reckon you could both fall asleep right then and there, you've done it before, and the air is just heavy enough to envelop you both into a little cocoon where you could keep him inside you and still rest your eyes a little.

which seems to be exactly what nagi's thinking as well.

beyond the gentle touches of his big palms along your sides, his fingers dipping under your thin shirt, and your nails grazing the skin of his back, every now and then smirking at his muscles tensing when you get to a ticklish spot, nothing can really move you. not the rain starting to tap the windows of your room, not the buzzing of your and nagi's phones on the nightstand, not the video game screen still idling on the tv.

and while he's snug like this in your warmth, nothing would be strong enough to remove nagi from the tight fluttering walls of your cunt. every now and then he will purse his lips to brush against your pulse point, and it makes you reach up to ruffle his hair a bit.

everything is calm and comfortable. until nagi rubs his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie and all of a sudden he's wide awake.

he props himself up on his hands on either side of your head and looks down at you almost with a quizzical look on his face, as if he's not currently balls deep inside you.

"can you take that off?" he nods at the shirt covering your chest.

you blink up at him a few times and realise that his eyes are no longer clouded by tiredness, even though he's got a few lines on his face from how he was lying smushed into your neck. slowly, you nod and reach down to start pulling your shirt off and toss it aside, not caring where it lands.

nagi groans when he sees your breasts spill from your shirt. the soft flesh is flattened by gravity, slightly spread towards your sides, and he lowers himself to press a soft kiss to one, then the other, and then sucks one nipple into his mouth. your head tilts back, mouth popping open to let out a warm moan feeling like toasted melting sugar in nagi's ears. jolts of electricity pass through your spine, travelling down to your clenching cunt as it squeezes around nagi's twitching cock.

he groans around your nipple at that sensation, tugging on it with his teeth while his hand cups the other breast, not wanting to make it feel neglected. your fingers itch to dig into his hair, so you tug on it, in turn making his lips part and his moan fall like snow against your breast that's coated in a thin layer of his saliva.

looking down, you have to admire the view. nagi is finally taking off his hoodie, the thin chain of that necklace with your initial that you gave him months ago slips out and rests just above his heart. he never takes it off, you realise, clenching at the thought. he groans softly, feeling your cunt tighten when you take in the defined muscle of his shoulders and arms as he balls up the hoodie and throws it—with perfect precision—at the chair on the other end of the room. impressive.

his white hair is all messy from rubbing into you and the pillow while he's been grumpy and tired, making the sight of him naked even more devastating. and he looks at you the same way—a goddess beneath his toned body. wide eyes that see him like he wants to be seen, a beating heart stuttering as it speeds up when he kisses you, soft breasts his large hands can squeeze until he's satisfied, skin that has taken (and will continue to take) many of his kisses and bites because he loves seeing little bruises bloom all over as a reminder that he alone gets to do this to you. the most perfect and welcoming pussy that makes him go feral when he gets to worship it.

you remember to breathe when he grabs your soft thighs and pushes them up, nearly folding them over your chest. he leans down again, kissing your wanting lips and you feel the pendant of the necklace tap at your chin, a sweet reminder that he's yours. you don't need to do much, sometimes, in moments like these, he finds it unbearable to not fuck you into the mattress, to not mark you up like a journal of love and insatiable lust. so once he's got you in a position he's comfortable in, you reach up and poke his cheek, making his lips quirk up into a soft smile before he can ruin you.

"love you, sei."

your words are like a release phrase, he murmurs back an 'i love you too' and then he starts thrusting into you.

the moment he first collides your hips together, you can feel him in your guts. nagi doesn't start off slow, that part was already done while he was blissfully sliding in and out of sleep on top of you. this is the part where he gets to make you arch your back and scream for him. that's a success that his cock (pistoning in and out of your warm cunt like it's trying to punish it) brings him.

your breasts bounce with each rapid movement of his body, moans from your throat ripped clean as your breath tries to catch up. nagi's fingertips dip into your thighs, holding on for dear life as the tops of his muscular thighs meet the undersides of yours, snapping in a feral pace that has his balls smack against you mixing the wet noise of your squelching cunt with the moans and grunts coming from both of you.

he leans over you, watching intently how your brows furrow when you squeeze around him. as if the tightness and the warmth weren't almost too much already, your squeals of pleasure and attempts at stifling your loud moans give him more ardour to keep going, to fuck you into a puddle atop the sheets.

it seems to be working, because no sooner has he started speeding up, unintentionally making the pendant of his necklace dangle in your face, than you shudder all over, gripping his forearms so tightly that your nails dig in and nearly draw blood. his hips stutter, his thick shaft getting nearly suffocated by your pussy tightening around him as if it's trying to squeeze the life out of it. your name on his lips is like a caress amid a harsh thrust into you, and he kisses you with it on his tongue, sweet as honey, gentle as velvet while his thrusting turns deep and languid, letting you drag out that pleasure that you're crying into his mouth.

your precious little cunt is slippery around his cock as he drives it in again, having taken you to your peak and now looking for his own. one hand cups your bouncing soft breast, squeezing fingers against that pliant flesh as he rushes towards his finish line.

easy as that, as he grinds his hips a few more times into you—enjoying the fluttering of your warm walls around his veiny shaft—his balls tighten and he has to groan out into your parted lips, releasing his breath as his cock spills rope after rope of pearlescent cum into you.

both of you have already caught your breath by the time that nagi decides he can lift himself up. your thighs are slightly bruised, but it's nothing that doesn't happen on the regular anyway. you place one last soft kiss to the side of his head as he rests it on your chest, and he groans as he gets up, slowly pulling his softened cock out of your pussy.

"made a mess…" he murmurs, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm before running that hand through his messy hair. the pendant with your initial sits on his collar bone, having moved while he fucked you.

"better clean it up then, yeah?" you tease, lifting your leg just to poke his side with your foot. he catches it with one hand and brings it to his lips to kiss your ankle before letting it down onto the bed.

one more look at your leaking pussy and he might reconsider, might decide to just go back and put his cock inside you once more even just to have you cock warm him until you next wake up, but he should be responsible for once, so with a heavy heart and a heavier groan he gets up and gives you a perfect view of his scratched back as he makes his way to the bathroom.

really, you should put more marks on him next time.

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cockwarming nagi while he games ! :P

“my ult isn’t ready yet, dude. . i just don’t get why you’re yelling at me — i’m doing my job as a tank and you’re letting a bp into our back line. that’s like, your job as a vanguard, dude, i don’t get wh- hold on.”

nagi muted his headset, his eyes flicking to you for a split second before locking back onto the screen.

“stop grinding. . you’re distractin’ me.”

since you sat on nagi’s bed two hours ago, the only words exchanged were variations of “can you get off the game now?” and “in a few minutes.” as nagi’s girlfriend, it’s only natural that you would want his attention to be on you and not on the game! it wasn’t easy getting nagi’s attention when he was focused on a video game, and desperate times call for desperate measures. .

you had snuck up behind nagi, moving the headset off his ear slightly, before resting your chin on his shoulder. you claimed you just wanted a ‘closer look at the game’, but nagi doesn’t remember dirty talk and moaning being a marvel rivals combo.

“i need you so bad , nagi . .” you whined, your tender hands reaching around his gaming chair and lifting up his shirt as they began to glide along his abs, making their way up to his sensitive chest. though his eyes were on the screen, there was no mistaking the way his teeth pulled at his bottom lip, the way his adam’s apple bobbed slowly, how his body tensed: you had him right where you wanted him.

“m’so wet for you already. don’t you want to get off the game and pay attention to me instead . . ?” you sighed into his ear, your fingers finding his hard nipples and starting to pinch and roll softly. you caught the way his breath hitched, how he glanced towards you for a split second. a few more minutes of this and you had this in the bag!

. . that was until nagi had had enough. as soon as reo went afk to use the bathroom, nagi tore off his headset and was on you like a dog. he turned in his chair, his large hands finding your waist and setting you down on his lap as he kissed you hungrily, aggressively even. his hands found their way to your ass, groping and squeezing— your moans were like music to his ears. your hands roamed up and down beneath his shirt, going down, down, down, finding the waistband of his sweats and tugging.

pulling his hands off you, he lifted his hips off the seat just enough to tug his sweats down to his knees. you reached down and pulled his straining cock out of his boxers, sliding your hand up and down his straining length. he tore away from the kiss, his head lolling forwards against your shoulder to muffle his whines as you worked his aching dick, squelching sounds of precum loud in the dead silent room.

it was dead silent until there was a faint hissing from the headset. a reo-sounding hissing from the headset. he had comeback from the bathroom and was ready for another game. much to your disappointment, nagi reached over to grab the headset and put it back over his ears. you moved to get up from his lap, but he stopped you. “stay.” he mumbled, reaching a hand under your skirt and pulling your soaked panties to the side.

he pulled you up and lined his tip with your hole, biting his lip harder when he felt how wet you were. your face contorted in pleasure as you sunk down, your hands set on his shoulders as you started moving up and down an-

“no. that’s too distracting. . just sit. you wanted attention, right?”

and that’s how you ended up in this position. your gummy walls pulsed around his thick length, trying to resist the urge to just say ‘fuck it” and start moving, desperate for something. anything. but he wouldn’t budge. this wasn’t enough.

“nagi, please. can’t- hnngh-! can’t take it. .” you whined into his ear, your pussy clenching around him once more.

“you’re gonna have to.” he huffed. “game’s almost over.”

you spent another two minutes in agony and need, your whines barely affecting him as much as you’d like them to. you glance back at the screen in desperation, letting out a relieved sigh at the sight of the victory and mvp sequence (nagi, of course). you let out a particularly loud moan, turning back to nagi with a pout on your face. for some unknown reason, reo had to go afk yet again. strange. nagi didn’t bother muting his headset, since he knew reo likely wouldn’t be back before you two were done. his hands moved to your ass once more, his lips finding your neck as he started moving you up and down his cock, sucking at your neck harder at the loud moans of relief.

reo sat silent as a mouse at the other end of the line, listening, a hand sliding down his shirt and towards his waistband. what, you hardly thought those whines of desperation were quiet, did you ?

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