"Let's play duos." Nagi whines dragging his head up from where he's been drooling all over your stomach to lay his heavy head onto your chest. He's been glued to his phone playing clash, only ever murmuring for you to keep scratching his scalp or rubbing his back when you thought it was safe to stop, obviously not...
"Duos on what?"
"Fortnite."
"Boy, we are not running fortnite duos." You murmur, wriggling around as he puts more of his weight on you, he's allowed to spend as much time as he'd like on his phone, but the second you do something similar he's using his big head to block the screen, wriggling his way so that your only focus can be on him. "Why not? I'll carry you." He pleads "Ask Reo." You huff as you claw your way out from under him. "Reo can't build."
"I can't build either!"
"Ughhh" Nagi makes a dramatic noise as he whines like a baby into the crook of your neck, pulling you back to cuddle. He'd rather have you spooning him but this is fine too...
"Can we please play fortnite dous? Please? I won't ditch you in the storm.." He murmurs pleadingly, like a little puppy whining for one extra little treat.
"What?"
"I said can we--"
"Ever." You snort at your own stupid joke while Nagi just bonks his head between your shoulder blades, trying to bite but just ends up chewing on the fabric of your shirt. "Ewww Seishiro! Your drool is soaking the fabric!"
"Play wif me!!" He grumbles again, half muffled with his face pressed up against your back. "Seishiro! How about I watch you play and i'll give you a kiss anytime you kill someone?" You offer close to just yanking him away by his hair. He pauses and contemplates the offer, it's definitely less fun than you yelling at him to help whenever someone is shooting you, or making him give you all his ammo but still... kisses and your attention isn't a horrible compromise.
"Okay... but it can't be some copout peck!"
"Okay fine!"
"Rub my back." He mumbles as he gets comfortable, expecting a hand up the back of oversized shirt, nails scratching between his shoulder blades or he'll just lay on top of you and won't get up. "You're so rude." You pinch his side which makes him squirm a little, but he relaxes when you start. He grinds fortnite mobile like an idiot, turning his head whenever he kills someone, lips already puckered and pouty, and if you try pulling away too quick for his liking he just leans forward enough to make sure you stay connected for a second or two longer.
"Watch this shit, 'm gonna win." He murmurs getting competitive about something most people gave up on in middle school, you roll your eyes as he succeeds winning battle royale. Him showing you his phone with a proud expression, like a little kid showing a shitty drawing you're meant to coo at.
For such a feat, Nagi's expecting a kiss with tongue, maybe some heavy petting. Oh well, he's spoiled.
summary: nagi‘s just so big and messy! He doesn’t mean to overstimulate you! Really! — he’s just big, sleepy, and too comfortable inside you to stop.
warnings: nsfw, clueless!freak!nagi, fem!reader, Size difference, Lazy sex, Size kink, Overstimulation, Breeding kink (implied), Cumplay, Unintentional dominance, Sleepy sex vibes, Mentions of body weight and girth, Wet/messy, Nagi being deeply unaware of his effect (big dick), Mild degradation.
wc: 0.8k words.
pt. 2 here. clueless!freak!nagi… giggling
He never really meant to overwhelm you.
Nagi’s just… like that.
Big. Heavy. Lazy in the way his body folds over yours like a weighted blanket, his limbs thrown over you without thought. When he stretches, his abs tighten and ripple in the dim light of the bedroom, and you swear he doesn’t even realize how obscene he looks — cock flushed and thick, resting lazily against your stomach.
And that’s before he even gets hard.
“You’re tight,” he murmurs sleepily, as if it’s news to him. As if he hasn’t just spent the last few minutes coaxing his cock into you inch by inch, stretching you open around a girth you’re still not quite used to. He pauses halfway in, his brows furrowed slightly. “Huh. It’s not all in yet.”
You groan, head thrown back, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Nagi, you—fuck—you’re already too big.”
He blinks, unbothered. “Really? Doesn’t feel like it to me.”
Then he pushes the rest in.
It’s slow, but the burn still lights your nerves on fire, a delicious ache that borders on too much. Your body arches into him instinctively, needing more, needing him, even as he bottoms out and lets out a soft, drawn-out sigh — like he’s slipping into a warm bath, not rearranging your insides.
“So warm,” he mumbles, lazily pumping his hips. Each thrust is slow but deep, grinding against something inside you that has your breath hitching and your thighs trembling. “Could stay here forever…”
You’re not sure if it’s a threat or a promise.
And gods, he’s so messy.
There’s slick everywhere — dripping down your thighs, coating the base of his cock, smeared between your bodies as he rocks into you without rhythm, without urgency. Like this is just another part of his nap. You can hear it, wet and obscene, each thrust a slap and squelch that echoes off the walls. His cum from earlier is still leaking out of you, mixing with your arousal in a sticky, decadent mess neither of you seems inclined to clean up.
Nagi doesn’t care. Doesn’t notice. He’s too busy staring down at where you’re joined, mesmerized. His fingers press into your hips to hold you still as he angles deeper, testing what makes you twitch.
“You’re squeezin’ me,” he mutters, voice low and a little slurred with sleep. “Feels nice.”
You choke on a moan, vision going white as your orgasm slams into you. Your walls flutter and clamp down, and that seems to finally get a reaction out of him. His breath stutters, hips jerking erratically.
“Gonna cum again—” he gasps, head dropping into the crook of your neck. “Inside’s okay, right? S’too late now anyway…”
You can only whimper as warmth floods you again, thick and unrelenting.
He falls asleep still inside you. Still twitching. Still leaking.
⭑ TAGS/WARNINGS: x reader (romantic), smau, crack, fluff, swear words, unfunny jokes, established relationship, cringe, oliver is probably very ooc
⭑ WORD COUNT: x
notes at the end
!! PLEASE DON’T COPY OR FEED MY WORK TO AI !!
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⭑ DIVIDERS: by @/tsumiinum
⭑ JUNII’S NOTES: live love laugh cats, also the next post is finally going to be something different than blue lock smau cause my fight with write block is coming to an end
people think that nagi seishiro is this cool, effortless, nonchalant guy. he's sort of emotionless and apathetic in a way that leaves everyone wondering. everything he does is easy for him, and he's just so cool and uncaring. he would never do something stupid like messing with his partner.
they're WRONG.
– he picks you up randomly whenever he wants. he's super tall and muscular, so it's really no hassle for him. brushing your teeth, doing dishes, on a phone call, reaching into the fridge. he just scoops you up like it's nothing and walks off with you. when you squeal like “nagi???” he just goes:
“what? you looked like you wanted to be moved.”
– he hides your phone but only when he wants attention. and it’s always nearby, but in the dumbest spot. like under his leg or in his pocket. he'll watch you turn over every pillow and look under every table with this nonchalant "i don't know, don't ask me" look, but when you catch on, he gets this stupid little smirk and goes:
“guess you gotta come get it.”
getting you to cuddle and pay attention to him was always the objective.
– he texts you from across the room while literally staring at you, and when you look up confused, he just blinks real slow like:
“check your phone.”
‘hi :x u look cute'
– he keeps “accidentally” messing with your settings and it's so fucking stupid and frusturating. he sets your phone’s language to something random like french, or makes his contact name something stupid like “i should pay more attention to my bf” or reo's as "free money" just for fun and to see your reaction.
– and when you’re trying to concentrate, he’ll invade your personal space. he does not give a fuck that you're working on a very important presentation due tomorrow. wraps his arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder or head as he whispers:
“you’re so serious. pay attention to me.”
and you’re like PLEASE let me finish this task
“mmm. no.”
– likes to tickle you all the time. when you're focused, when he's just passing by, when he wants attention, when you're in a quiet place you should not be making noise in, or just because. he thinks your reactions and giggles are so cute and likes watching you get annoyed at him.
"nagi! stoppit!"
"that squeal was cute. like a mouse. do it again."
"nagi, i said- HEY!"
(he does not stop)
– takes your belongings as if they're his. takes your blankets, your snacks, your phone as you're using it. and this egotistical motherfucker sees nothing wrong with it and just does it as if it's his god-given right.
"awe, my phone died. gimme yours." *snatches it out of your hands*
"wha- nagi! i was doing something!"
"don't care. my charger's too far."
– falls on top of you whenever he wants as if he's not over 180 cm. it's like a trust fall except he gave you no warning beforehand and it's not because he wants a trust fall, he just got tired of standing and felt like messing with you.
"catch me."
"wha- AHH! nagi! you're so fucking heavy! get off! we're gonna fall!"
"mmm noo. you can do it. i believe in you."
"well, don't!"
– doesn't let you get out of bed when he's sleepy. this actual motherfucker i swear to god. it doesn't matter whether you have to be up in 5 minutes or 5 hours, he will keep you in bed. uses his unfairly long limbs and traps you until he feels awake enough to get out of bed.
"hmm? nooo don't go yet. 'm still sleepy."
"i am too, but i'm meeting up with a friend in an hour."
"you can be late. they'll understand."
"GET OFF OF ME."
– takes all of your snacks except for one. this is oddly specific, but he'll do this thing where he'll take your entire bag of chips or all of your fries, and when you protest, he'll act all gracious and generous and give you one.
"nagi! those are my fries!"
"mine now. 'm hungry."
"i dont care! go get your own fries! give mine back!"
he sighs heavily, like you're the hassle here.
"fine. here you go."
"..this is one fry."
"and? be grateful. go buy more fries if you want them that bad."
"THOSE ARE MY FRIES!"
– makes himself at home in your home. this isn't necessarily a menace problem, but you thought it was kind of funny how the first time he came over, he immediately settled down in your bed as if it was his.
"'m tired. you wanna take a nap?"
"..this is my bed."
"mhm. it's comfy. and?"
and because he's a real menace, when you're at your wit's end, face flushed from frustration despite your smile, and you yell an "I HATE YOU" at him, slapping him angrily, he'll just pat your head gently and give you a slight smile.
"no, you don't."
he says it with this confidence, like he knows he's right, hands down. and as much as you "hate" to admit it, he's right. despite how annoying he can be, you know damn well you wouldn't trade him for the world.
hihi how would the bllk men act/respond when their gf says she’ll sleep on the couch after an argument?? pls include the itoshi brothers and whoever else you want
tyyy
“𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝”
a/n: my guy best friend’s name is alexis so for ness, i wonder what nicknames reader would call him. lex? alex?
ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, ness alexis
itoshi rin
you don’t yell. you just say it, quietly, firmly, “i’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”
rin doesn’t even look up from where he’s pulling the comforter back. “then sleep out there forever,” he mutters.
that’s it. that’s all he says.
your jaw tightens. fine. he wants to be a dick? you’ll go be a comfortable, petty little burrito on the couch.
the second you’re gone, he sighs and slumps against the pillows. he stares at the ceiling for a while. then turns to your empty side of the bed.
it’s cold. and he hates it.
he tosses. turns. groans. this is stupid.
five minutes later, he storms out like a grumpy cat. hoodie half-on, socks mismatched, glaring like you murdered his whole family. “you’re being dramatic,” he says. “and annoying.”
you open your mouth to respond, but he’s already sitting down on the floor next to the couch and crossing his arms.
“i’m not going to bed without you,” he says flatly. “so either come back, or we both suffer.”
you end up back in bed, wrapped in his hoodie, with his hand loosely curled around yours under the covers. he whispers, “i hate you,” and kisses your forehead.
it’s his version of “i missed you.”
itoshi sae
when you declare you’re sleeping on the couch, sae just gives you one of those flat, deadpan stares. like he’s watching a toddler throw a tantrum.
“seriously?” he says. “over that?”
you grab your blanket anyway. you’re halfway down the hallway before you hear him sigh. not a regular sigh, a tired, you’re impossible, but i love you sigh.
he lets you go. but only for ten minutes.
then he casually appears in the living room like he owns the place, leans against the doorway with his arms crossed. “you know the couch ruins your neck,” he says.
you roll your eyes. “so?”
“so come to bed.”
you turn away from him with a stubborn huff. he crosses the room in two strides, crouches down in front of the couch, and gently tugs your hand.
“i don’t like going to sleep angry,” he murmurs. “not with you.”
you don’t say anything, but your eyes soften.
he kisses your hand and gives a rare, tired little smile. “c’mon. the bed’s warm. and so am i.”
he doesn’t let go until you’re back under the covers, head tucked under his chin, heart finally calm again.
isagi yoichi
“wait, baby, hold on. what? what do you mean the couch?”
he looks like you just threatened to leave him forever. arms stretched out, eyes wide like a kicked puppy.
“c’mon, don’t do that... not over something this dumb.”
you grab your pillow and ignore him, brushing past. he follows immediately, practically tripping over himself to keep up.
“you want me to sleep in the bed alone? do you hate me that much?” he says it with the most tragic, oscar-worthy expression on his face.
when you don’t turn around, he dramatically flops on the couch right next to you. “okay then. if you’re on the couch, i’m on the couch.”
he makes it five seconds before whining, “my back already hurts.”
eventually he wraps his arms around you from behind and buries his face in your neck. “i’m still mad,” he mumbles. “but i love you. and i can’t sleep unless you’re squished up against me like a koala.”
you both fall asleep tangled up on the couch like weird puzzle pieces.
you wake up in the morning with his face squished into your shoulder and a whispered, “you’re not allowed to sleep away from me again, okay?”
nagi seishiro
you announce your decision like it’s a declaration of war. “i’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”
nagi, half-asleep already, barely blinks. “… that sounds like so much work.”
you expect him to argue. or care. but instead, he just sits up, yawns, and wanders over to you like a very lazy puppy.
“babe,” he mumbles, hugging your waist from behind. “you’re comfy. the bed’s comfy. come be comfy with me.”
you protest, but he’s already scooping you up with both arms like you’re a stuffed animal. “too tired to fight. let’s nap it off.”
he drops you both onto the bed in one go, pulling the blanket over your heads like a makeshift fort.
you glare at him. “we’re still mad at each other.”
he hums sleepily. “okay. we can be mad tomorrow. bedtime now.”
he falls asleep with your fingers tangled in his and your forehead against his shoulder.
you’re not mad anymore by morning. not when he snores softly and still refuses to let go of your hand.
mikage reo
“the couch?” he gasps like you just told him you were eloping with his worst enemy.
“my love, my sunshine, my everything, you would choose the crusty old couch over your charming, heartbroken boyfriend?”
you blink at him. “reo–”
he drops to the floor dramatically, clutching his chest. “say it isn’t so!”
you actually laugh, which pisses you off more because you’re supposed to be mad.
“i’m serious,” you say. “i need space.”
reo nods solemnly and lets you go… but you know it’s not over.
ten minutes later, he shows up with a cup of tea, your favorite blanket, and his own pillow under his arm.
“room for one more?” he asks, already crawling beside you.
he strokes your hair and whispers, “i hate when we fight, you know. but i’m not letting you go to sleep thinking i don’t love you.”
you fall asleep with your head on his chest and his heartbeat thumping under your ear.
he kisses your temple and mumbles, “next time we argue, let’s just yell into a pillow and then make out.”
kaiser michael
“i’m sleeping on the couch.”
you expect him to scoff. to roll his eyes. maybe even say “fine, go ahead.”
but instead… he just laughs. not the mocking kind. it’s the amused, oh my gosh, you’re so cute when you think you’re winning kind of laugh.
he leans back against the bedroom wall, arms crossed, watching you like you’re performing a one-person drama. “you?” he drawls. “on my couch? schatz, that thing isn’t worthy of your ass.”
you glare at him as you march off with your pillow. “good. now i won’t have to see your smug face until morning.”
“you’ll miss me before you even fall asleep.”
“wanna bet?”
you wrap yourself up like a burrito, determined to win. five minutes pass. ten. you think you hear him shuffling around, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of checking. then –
a sudden weight on the couch.
you shriek as kaiser climbs on top of you, shoving your blanket aside with all the grace of a golden retriever in a silk robe. “what the hell, micha –”
he silences you with a kiss to the cheek and a smirk. “you said you were sleeping on the couch. you didn’t say i couldn’t join you.”
he settles in, spooning you tightly, chin on your shoulder. “still mad?” he whispers.
you huff. “a little.”
“good. you’re cute when you’re pissed.”
he doesn’t let go once all night, and the next morning, you wake up with his arm draped over your waist and his voice low against your skin: “next time we fight, just yell at me in bed. it’s more comfortable.”
ness alexis
“i’m sleeping on the couch.”
ness freezes mid-step, like someone just yanked the power cord out of him. his whole face crumples. his arms fall limply to his sides. he looks like he just got rejected on live TV.
“w-wait… really?” he says, voice small. “because of what i said?”
you nod. firmly. “i need space.”
ness nods too, quickly. “right. okay. space. of course. totally.”
he watches you grab your blanket. he follows like a shadow, lingering behind you, clutching his hoodie sleeves like they’re your hands.
“if you need anything, i’ll be… just down the hallway,” he says. “if the light flickers, or if you get cold, or– i dunno– if the couch tries to eat you.”
you raise a brow. “alexis.”
he stands there a moment longer, eyes shining just a little too much. “… do you still love me?” he whispers.
your heart softens immediately, but you keep your back turned. “go to bed, lex.”
you think he leaves. but then, an hour later, a small rustling wakes you. you peek open your eyes, and there he is, curled up on the floor next to the couch with a blanket and one of your socks.
“lex?”
he sits up instantly, bleary-eyed. “i-i wasn’t trying to sneak in! i just… missed you.”
you sigh and pull him up beside you. he cuddles into your chest like a human teddy bear, arms wrapped tight.
“sorry again,” he mumbles. “please don’t leave the bed next time. i’ll be better. i swear.”
you kiss the top of his head and feel him melt like butter in your arms.
fluff. they said leave the past behind you... well, it’s kind of hard when your supposed past keeps texting you about roblox, buys you welkin, and accidentally makes you fall for him again.
2025 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.
nagi seishiro wasn’t a particularly jealous man. for starters, feeling negative emotions was a hassle to deal with, so he just learned to stay calm no matter what. second of all, there was nothing worth to be jealous about. he has the prettiest girlfriend that chose him, so if 1 + 1 =2, he was already the luckiest man alive. however, when he saw you getting a little too handsy with reo, there was a subtle burn in his chest that kept rising to his throat as he watched the interaction between you two. ..hm. feeling jealous was the hassle-iest emotion of them all.
when you two got home, he became a hell lot more clingy then he usually was. he’d randomly hug you and grope your breasts, or lift his thigh up to rub against your clit for a split moment before going back to just plainly clinging onto your body. gosh.. what was with this man?
“say you love me.” he’d mumbled into your shoulder, his arms having a death grip on you. you tilted your head the slightest bit to look at him, chuckling
“i love you, sei. whats up with you?”
“more than reo. right?” ah. so thats what it was about.
“obviously.” “i don’t believe you.” “what?????”
and to compensate his sadness, what better way then to let him release his frustration and jealousy into your pretty pussy ?? your back was against the mattress as two of your legs were resting on his broad shoulders. his girthy fingers held onto your hips as leverage as he was thrusting his fat cock into you with a pace he rarely every tortured you with. he knew he was big, not that he examined it himself, but he could tell from the way each time your face would contort into one of pleasure whenever he shoved it deep into you, and he used it to his full advantage.
each time he slid into you, a visible bulge was made, reaching up to your belly button, he himself was wondering how such a petite girl like you could take such a monster cock.
but you couldn’t! you felt like you were about to faint with every coming thrust, it felt like if heaven was created by satan, if you know what i mean. his grip on your hips were quite loose, giving you a chance to escape. you gripped onto the sheets, turning your body as you desperately tried to claw away, only to be met with him yanking you back by your ankles, forcing you to slam back onto his cock, earning a high-pitched moan from you.
“you said it yourself i could use you however i wanted. is something wrong?” he asked with that stupid blank expression on his face, as if nothing was wrong right now! he basically splitting you apart while ramming into you as fast as an f1 race car!
but how could you upset your pretty boyfriend even more? the most you could do was take it like the good girl he always claims you were. “n-no sei,, m sorry! hngh, ‘was dumb! m sorry,” your back arched away from the mattress as he hit that particular sweet spot, causing you to moan his name like a chant. you don’t know how he was keeping composure so calmly like it was nothing while you’re here whimpering and begging like an idiot.
“angel. look at me.” he said with a rather demanding tone as he gripped your jaw softly, turning your head towards him while you struggled your eyes open, your vision was blurred from the tears threatening to spill out, yet nagi didn’t do anything about it. “y-yeah baby?,” you muttered out in staggered moans.
“reo could never make you feel this good. okay? only me. juuus me.” you nodded frantically, causing your tears to spill down the sides of your head. it didn’t take any longer then a few minutes before both of you reached your high together. the long awaited orgasm washed over you as your tongue lolled out and eyes rolled back when you felt the warmth of his seed coating your stomach. he sighed, pulling out of you and falling onto the spot next to you onto the bed. “tnk’you angel. i love you.”
Summary: you send a cheeky text that others accidentally see.
Yoichi Isagi
“Finally! I earnt enough points for phone privileges!” Isagi celebrates. Walking into the shared room with his phone, collapsing in his seat.
“For real? Do you have any games on your phone?” Nagi asks, pushing his face in front of Isagi’s phone.
“Uh sure man— let’s see… here I got this one. You get 10 minutes and I want my phone back.”
Nagi snatched the phone like it was his god given right. “Deal.”
Really it’s either the world’s worst timing or pure dumb luck. But the message banner that popped up made Isagi feel impossibly exposed.
Girlfriend💕: God I miss you so much
“Girlfriend?”
Girlfriend💕: Especially your mouth and the way you—
“WOAH!” Nagi yells suddenly. Tossing the phone back to Isagi. “I DIDNT MEAN TO READ IT I SWEAR!” Nagi suddenly bolting to his bed and hiding under the covers.
Isagi looks at his phone, all the colour draining from his face. “IM SORRY NAGI!”
“This never happened!” Nagi yells rolling over, a pillow placed over his head.
“Uh… what the hell just happened?” Baro interrupts, standing in the doorway.
“Nothing!”
“Isagi has a girlfriend!”
“Nagi?!”
Meguru Bachira
“Hey how did you get a phone?” Aryu asks, leaning over Meguru’s shoulder.
“I spent my points— if I didn’t my girl would kill me.” Meguru shrugs casually. Placing his phone to the side, “I’m heading off to the gym.” He says, walking out of the room as if he didn’t leave behind the most intriguing tool that gave a small insight into his life.
Aryu instantly snatching the tool up.
Tokimitsu instantly squealing with panic. “What are you doing?! That’s private property! You can’t just start looking through it— that’s wrong!” He begins prattling having his own personal meltdown.
“You two knock it off already.” Rin bites impatiently, but Aryu is waving his hand.
“I’m trying to see if there’s any evidence on what kind of girl would be interested in dating a boy like Bachira—“ and just like a manifestation.
My Girl✨: Miss You [1 Image Attached]
Aryu clicks in open and instantly is hit with a flood of emotions. Over come with a wave of appreciation for the artistic flare in the spicy image sent and an overwhelming feeling of unfabuousness for witnessing such a private photo.
Seishiro Nagi
“Are you even listening to me?!” Baro bellows, but Nagi continues to faze Baro out.
“I’m busy— try again later.” Nagi responds dryly, eyes not moving away from his phone.
Baro just about lost it, snatching away Nagi’s phone to look at what was so important, he was being ignored.
And that’s when he saw it.
Rider 🐄 🧍♀️: God I miss your body so much.
Rider 🐄 🧍♀️: Wanna ride you so bad
Nagi snatched his phone back with intense possessiveness Baro has only ever seen on the field.
“Uh… sorry.” He mutters shuffling awkwardly back to his bed, leaving a dumbfounded Isagi watching the shenanigans unfolding from a distance.
Reo Milagros
“Reo what are you — AH!” Chigiri yelps, but not before catching a glimpse of your message.
Sugar 🍒: Like the new set you bought me? [Attached Image]
Reo throwing his phone face down instantly.
Nagi sits at a safe distance in the food hall. Watching Reo and Chigiri arguing. Muttering under his breath. “Rookie mistake.”
Hyoma Chigiri
Chigiri’s first mistake was leaving his phone in the food hall.
Chigiri’s second mistake was leaving his phone behind in the food hall, knowing your in his contacts.
“Oh hey, isn’t this Chigiri’s phone?” Isagi announces, Nagi looking over boredly with a shrug.
“Dunno, check the Lock Screen.”
And well… Isagi really wish he didn’t
Personal Braider 💋: It’s hard out here not having you bend me over and—
Isagi locks the screen instantly.
“Was it his?” Nagi asks. But Isagi just places the phone back down.
“Don’t worry about it, let’s go.”
Shoei Baro
“Hey you got any games on your phone I can play?” Nagi asks, picking up Baro’s phone, whilst he’s distracted styling his hair.
“No.”
But of course, Nagi ignores him and checks his phone anyway.
Hot Mess 🌪️: Waiting on my knees for you, please come home soon and so I can have a taste 👅
Heat flares up Nagi’s cheeks as he puts the phone back exactly as he found it.
Michael Kaiser
Alexis only wanted to check the time.
He didn’t ask to be flash banged with dirty previews.
Mein Luder ♥️: [Attached Image]
Mein Luder ♥️ : You look so good out there, i have the oil ready to thoroughly massage you after 🫦 happy ending guaranteed
Alexis just drops the phone and walks back over to Michael.
“You really should lock your preview messages.”
Tabito Karasu
Okay, it’s not Ryusei fault he picked up Karasu’s phone and saw the naughty text messages someone by the name of menace.
Menace 😈: Come over
Menace 😈: I’ll ride the bad attitude right out of you
Where it might just be his fault is the replies he sent next.
Dom 🐍: Send me a picture
Menace 😈: You already have a gallery ☺️
Dom 🐍: Please baby need a new one just for me
Menace 😈: Who the fuck is this? 😃
Menace 😈: TABITO WOULD NEVER SAY ‘PLEASE’ AND HE’D CALL ME A MILLION OTHER NASTY NAMES BEFORE BABY 🗣️
Dom 🐍: Sounds toxic
Dom 🐍: You should get a new man
Oliver Aiku
Ryusei was just minding his business, chilling by the benches when a phone started buzzing incessantly.
So he humbly picks up the phone with every intention to silence it— definitely not to spy on the notifications.
Simp ☀️: PLEASE how can you look so delicious standing there in a power pose
Simp ☀️: RAHH you’re so pretty 🫦
Simp ☀️: Just lay down already and let me take care of you 😩
“Oi— what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Oliver barks, storming to snatch his prized possession back, but Ryusei holds the object just out of reach.
“Whose simp? I don’t mind sharing if you don’t mind.” Ryusei teases handing the phone back to Oliver who glares daggers.
