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nagi seishiro doesn’t put any effort into your relationship at all.
he doesn’t take you on out on dates, nor does he give you the princess treatment. if anything, he’s the princess in this relationship.
but if you’re going to be honest… that might be exactly why you’re so in love with him. nagi seishiro is lazy and effortless, yes, and he carries that in everything he does, including loving.
so when you come over with food and try to tease him by asking, “what’s the magic word, baby?” he frowns and groans, and you expect him to whine out a “please,” but what escapes his lips are words sweeter than the melted mcflurry in the bag…
“i love you.”
how could you resist? and to make it sweeter, of course it’s his first time saying that. you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling as you sit down beside him, finally opening the bag. “feed me?” he pleads, and you can’t tell if it ruins the moment completely or serves as the cherry on top.
and like that time when he hears you on the phone talking with a friend.
“being a model is living life on easy mode, ugh. i wish i was model pretty,” you say absentmindedly, looking at your nails.
nagi’s head is laid down on your lap, and as you finish speaking, he lifts his head to look at you, “you’re seishiro pretty, though.”
yeah, you did not catch a word your friend said after that.
or when you got jealous after seeing him with a girl from his high school, who happened to bump into him on his way home from training. as you look at the two of them talking, a boiling rage consumes you entirely.
you scold him, telling him that it was rude to keep you waiting and that the girl was absolutely way too giddy for this interaction to not have any romantic undertones.
“i’ll just never speak to her again, then,” he mumbles, face halfway buried in his pillow.
you sigh deeply, anger bubbling up even more until you turn to see his face completely blank, “wait, you’re serious?”
“yeah. i already blocked her on everything. can we stop fighting now? it’s such a hassle…”
BONUS: “i don’t know why you insist on fighting with me all the time. you know i’ll just do whatever you want, you don’t gotta argue… :x”
the words slip out of your mouth in a breathy moan, right as nagi bottoms out inside you, his thick cock stretching you so full your train of thoughts paused momentarily.
he had you pinned beneath him on the messy bed, your legs wrapped high around his waist, ankles locked at the small of his back.
his thrusts have been deep and rhythmic, the kind that make your toes curl and your head spin, but now he froze mid thrust, his hips stuttering to a halt with his length buried to the hilt.
you feel his cock twitch inside you at the sudden stop, the heavy weight of him pressing against that perfect spot that makes your walls flutter. his white hair is damp with sweat, as he stares down at you like you just spoke in another language. the room is quiet except for the sound of your mingled breathing and the faint creak of the bed.
"...huh?" nagi blinks, a confused expression crossing his face as he wonders if he had mistaken. "did you...say something? about fighting?" he shifts his hips experimentally, just a shallow roll that drags his cock along your walls and pulls a whimper from your throat.
"thought i misheard. why're you asking that right now? when i'm y'know...all the way in?"
you bite your lip, fighting a grin even as heat floods your cheeks and your cunt clenches around him involuntarily. it's ridiculous, yeah. but that's the point.
your boyfriend was always so effortlessly cool and detached—even when fucking you he barely seemed to lose composure, hence your reason for asking ridiculous questions to catch him off guard.
"i did," you murmur, rolling your hips up to take him deeper, encouraging him to move again. your hands slide up his bare chest, nails grazing his skin. "would you though? fight someone for me?"
your boyfriend exhales through his nose, a mix of amusement and exasperation, but he starts moving again—slow, grinding thrusts that make your breath hitch. "yeah...sure i'd fight 'em i guess...if it's for you." his hand slides down to grip your thigh, hitching it higher as he leans in closer, lips brushing your ear.
"but do you need to ask this..? while im fucking you baby?"
you laughed at his words but it turns into a gasp when he hits that sweet spot again, perfectly so. the stretch of him is so good, so overwhelming. he was so long and girthy, filling every inch of you while his pelvis grinds against your clit with each snap of his hips.
"mmm fuck...but what if it's someone strong? like uhmm...would you fight reo for me?"
that makes him frown. his best friend? really? his cock throbs inside you as he pulls back just enough to look at your face, eyebrows furrowed in that adorable confused look.
"my reo?" he asks, sounding genuinely baffled, but he keeps his steady pace, causing the bed frame to creak with each push. "are you really thinking about him?"
you shake your head, grinning up at him even as pleasure coils tighter in your belly. your fingers thread into his hair, tugging lightly to pull him closer. "hypothetically nagi..not literally. if reo and i had some big fight or something. would fight him for me..? or like be on his side"
nagi huffs in disbelief, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin there before sucking a mark. his thrusts get a little harder, like the absurdity of you askijg about his best friend was actually turning him on. "i'd pick you. now stop these silly question baby."
he punctuates his words with a deep roll of his hips, grinding right against your sweet spot causing your back to arch, a moan slipping from you.
youe legs tightening around him as warmth spreads through you. god, he's so deep like this—every inch of his cock dragging in and out against your walls, the lewd wet sounds filling the room. but you can't resist it, so you ask:
"what about isagi? would—hah you fight isagi for me?"
nagi actually stops this time, lifting his head to stare at you with wide eyes. his cock is still buried inside you, pulsing hot and heavy. his eyes darken at your words.
"isagi? now you're bringing up isagi? while my dick is literally inside you?" one of his hands comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing your bottom lip. "you're such a handful aren't you? yeah id fight him. now stop talking about other men when I'm inside you.."
you giggle at his pout, pulling him down for a kiss your tongue sliding against him as he begins fucking you harder this time. he was clearly jealous but he kept quiet. you rock your hips up to meet his thrusts, chasing the building pressure in your stomach.
nagi groans into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. "you're weird." he says against your lip, the sound of skin slapping against each other mixing with your moans and his low grunts filled the roo. "i'm the one fucking you yeah? say my name."
you cling to him, nails digging into his back as your orgasm approaches. "nagi... fuck, right there..I love u.?"
he shifts angles as he heard your words, hitting that spot relentlessly inside you as one hand slipped between you to rub tight circles over your clit. "good girl, i love you more..."
"you're all mine. cum for me baby."
the combination of his words, his cock pounding into you and those skilled fingers sends you over the edge fast. you cry out his name, walls pulsing tight around him as pleasure crashes through you.
nagi follows not long after, groaning your name as he spills deep inside, hips stuttering through it until he's spent and collapsed on top of you.
for a minute, it's just heavy breathing and the warmth of him still buried in you, softening slowly. then he rolls off to the side, pulling you against his chest with one arm like it's the most natural thing in the world. his fingers trace lazy patterns on your back.
"so..what made you ask that silly question?" he asks, looking at you with amuser eyes.
you snuggle closer, pressing a kiss to his collarbone with a satisfied little hum. "mmm..a tiktok video i saw.."
nagi scoffs, a smile finding his face regardless. "im gonna take that phone of yours away you know?"
a/n: HONESTLY....I hate this and yes, the link I mentioned at the end was my inspiration for it so all credits to them !
unfortunately— or fortunately for him you don’t hear him at all. more like you can’t hear him.
nagi watches your sleeping form. your legs sprawled out of the blanket, disheveled hair and that annoyingly peaceful expression on your face, like it was so much calmer to sleep all alone on the couch than next to him.
with a sigh, his hands quietly slip under you, picking you up from the couch you called your bed and into his embrace. “this is where you should be sleeping.” nagi made his way towards his room, where the two of you had been having your “sleepover” when suddenly a voice spoke.
“what do you think you’re doing?” your voice was still heavy from sleep as you rubbed your eyes.
nagi blinks, “g’mornin…?”
“it’s 2AM. it’s not a good morning.” you respond, enunciating the good morning part so he could get it through his thick skull that whatever mood you’re in: it’s not a good one.
“ah,” nagi looks at the clock, “i guess you’re right…”
you start wrangling yourself out of nagi’s hold, but to no avail. nagi only tightens his embrace.
“nuh-uh, you’re not going anywhere.” afterall, he can’t have you leave him sleeping in his cold, cold bed alone again.
you were still stuck in his ridiculously strong hold when nagi carries you with him into his room and flops you down on his bed. “you’re tired right?” he mumbles, grabbing a fluffy blanket.
“no, i just woke up.” you answer, immediately getting back up after nagi released you from his grip to make your way back to the living room but before you get the chance too, nagi is towering in front of you.
he stares down at you “you look tired to me.” and with that, he rolls you into the blanket, effectively trapping you.
“i said i’m–” nagi shuts you up with a kiss. it was lazy, just like him but so gentle at the same time.
“g’night.” he whispers before dozing off while laying on top of you. leaving you no chance to escape and absolutely no other choice but to fall asleep right next to him (or under him in this case). ♡
feauturing: bf!nagiseishiro x meanfem!reader
contains: suggestive content, mentions of breeding and nudes, banter, swearing, reader is mean, drunk reader
a/n: did one for rin so had to do one for my man nagi idk why i chose mean reader feel like he can tolerate it that's why and acc likes it idk he's undercover freak. bf!rin pt2 soon guys. enjoy!
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“[Name]….” Nagi calls, followed by a big yawn. “Since you’re there, can you gimme a massage—”
“Wait Sei, I’m almost done I promise. Just keep playing your game.” He grumbles something under his breath, before going back to focusing on his phone, playing one of the many gacha games he has on it, while you open yet another sticker to place on his back.
You don’t know where this idea came from to be honest. You just saw Nagi laying down on your bed, shirtless, and looking like temptation itself, and hey, maybe you were just looking for an excuse to get your hands on him, and to finally use that one pack of stickers you bought impulsively last time you two went out — It would be a shame if it went to waste after all...
“M’ bored…” He's already getting impatient, but you’re not anywhere done. Maybe if Nagi wasn’t so big and broad you would’ve been finished a long time ago.
Not that you’re complaining about your boyfriend’s size though…because you definitely have nothing against it. For a man so lazy like him, it’s insane how large and defined his back is. He really has some good muscle on him. However, as you keep on glueing sticker after sticker on him, you take note of how Nagi’s skin is surprisingly soft to the touch, it almost feels like you’re running your fingers through silk, even though he has such a strong and hard build.
He also has a lot more freckles on his back than you’ve ever paid attention to, although small, they contrast with his pale skin so much you wonder how you’ve never noticed them before.
“[Nameee],” the sound of your grown ass boyfriend whining brings you back to reality. He’s staring at you, with that look he gives you when he wants something. “…I’m sore from practice today…why can’t you just gimme a massage?”
This guy…“Tsk, because no.”
“Angel, pleasee—”
“Later Sei, I want to finish this now.” He shuts up for the rest of the time and the room falls into a comfortable silence for a bit. You can see him switching between apps on his phone, from time to time he’d point his phone at you and show you some dumb video he came across, in hopes of ripping a laugh or two from you — which he did, since you both have the same weird sense of humour and laugh at the same nonsense all the time — and at last, you ran out of space on his back to add more stickers.
“See Sei, I’m finished. Now I can give that massage you wanted.” No response. “Seishiro?”
He responds to you now, with a snore that is.
This man fell asleep and you didn’t even notice. He’s drooling on your pillow and everything.
Gross…
And somehow cute at the same time.
But overall gross.
Well, you still have a few stickers left on you, might as well glue them on his face too as a sort of revenge, no?
an — happy late bday to my taurean king nagi seishiro. ily bb im jumping ego for you today <33 (also why is this so similar to a karasu fic i wrote ages ago </3)
˗ˏˋ considerate things the blue lock men do that get you hot. (a little nsfw, a lot of fluff.) fem! reader. please forgive me as i have never written for rin or sae so if it’s out of character dats my bad.
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⋆ ࣪ ౿ yoichi
Yoichi does the dishes. It’s about 80/20 when it comes to said chore, but he knows you hate it— the smells and pieces of squishy food if something isn’t rinsed correctly, and, truly, he doesn’t mind.
Yoichi’s been sick. It’s a sight to behold, honestly. He’s missed two days of practice and, if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s being dramatic. He’s not… This time. Although, the several selfies you’ve received of him eating soup is a sign he’s feeling better.
The consequence of Yoichi being sick is a giant pile of dishes waiting for you at home. It haunts your entire day.
“Oh, hey baby,” Yoichi calls over his shoulder as you step into the kitchen. Nose stuffy, voice nasally, and then he sniffles. He turns with a half washed bowl in his hand, sheepish. He still looks ill. Pale and sporting some huge ass dark circles under his eyes. “Thought I’d do the dishes before you got home, since, you know, I’m feeling better.” He sniffles again.
The clouds part. Sun shines down on your face. An angelic melody plays in background.
Yoichi is able to set the bowl down before you barrel into him with a bear hug. “Yoichi!” You cry in relief. “I fucking hate the dishes! Thank you for sparing me!”
He laughs, rubbing your back affectionately. Murmurs, “Always, baby,” with a sweet kiss placed on your temple.
Clean scented soap, the soft warmth of Yoichi’s body, and the fact he loves you enough to do this while sick— oh yeah, this man’s getting his soul sucked out.
“Wait!” Yoichi yelps, stumbling as you shove him into a nearby chair. Falling before him on your knees. “S-shouldn’t I finish the dishes first?”
As soon as he’s naked from the waist down, cock down your throat, he stops protesting.
⋆ ࣪ ౿ seishiro
Seishiro remembers. Favorite snacks, how you like to be held, the way you like to fold your socks together. He can read you with ease.
The waitress slides your plate in front of you, giving you a sweet, naive smile that only comes from inexperience. She walks away and Seishiro slightly lifts both eyebrows.
“Don’t,” you start, brows pinching as you glance at your food.
“Why do we keep coming here? They never get your order right.”
You protest, saying, “Once I take off the stuff I don’t like, it’s not so bad. Really!” You pick off a couple things, intent on making it perfect.
Seishiro sighs. “Here,” he says, switching plates.
“I can’t take yours, Sei. You don’t even like what I ordered.”
“I don’t care,” he points out. “I’ll eat anything. You won’t.” He tries a spoonful of his new dish, scrunches his noses a little, then shrugs and keeps eating.
You eye him curiously. “Did you get this dish because you knew it was my second choice?”
He nods as he chews. “Yep.” Food puffs his cheek like a squirrel. “In case they fucked your order up.”
Heat flutters in your belly. It’s not even close to the first time he’s noticed the little things. This morning, Seishiro’d been brushing his teeth, waiting for you to wake up and join him like usual. When you didn’t, because you’d forgotten to set an alarm, long arms slid around your waist from behind, soft kisses were pressed to your throat, and sweet nothings were whispered against your ear until you woke up.
You’re about to tear his clothes off. “Get a to go box.”
Seishiro tilts his head. Blinks. “Why?”
“Because I want to fuck you. Right now.”
His lips part in surprise. “Oh.” He glances at the food, at you. “I don’t need a box. We can go.”
Money is tossed on the table and your hand slips beneath his pants before he pulls out of the parking lot.
⋆ ࣪ ౿ rin
Rin is protective. He’s not overbearing, and it’s not in a way that polices your life, more like he watches out for you. Quietly. Subtly.
Brown, red, yellow, orange, the leaves littering the ground are all different colors this time of year. They crunch under your feet, adding background noise to your, otherwise silent, evening walk with Rin.
He lets you choose which side to walk on in the beginning, which is closest to the road. He listens as you tell him a silly story about work that day, humming and commenting here and there. He laces your fingers together.
A car slowly drives down the street. Rin lets go of your hand, gently tugging you by the wrist, switching sides so he’s closer to the road. You don’t really notice the first time. Then, his steps are too quick and he gets a little far ahead, so he slows down until you catch up.
Rin positions himself so you’re shielded when another man walks past you. Guides you around cracks and holes so you don’t trip. All these are done seamlessly, without hesitation.
“Why do you keep doing that?”
Rin glances at you. “Doing what?” He switches sides again when a couple with a dog gets close, falling in step to keep the dog away from you.
“That!” You exclaim. “You keep shuffling me around.”
“I’m making sure you don’t get hurt.”
You smile, taking his hand. “All I’m hearing is you’re willing to get hit by a car for me.”
“No shit.”
It hits you low in the gut. You come to a stop, abruptly turning on your heel, and tug Rin along behind you.
“We’ve only walked half a mile,” Rin points out.
“Yeah, and now we’re going home to have sex.”
Suddenly, Rin is tightening his grip and speed walking ahead.
⋆ ࣪ ౿ sae
Sae makes time for you. He prioritizes you. And if that’s not something great and significant when it comes to him, I don’t know what is.
Friday night plans are carved in stone when he’s home. Sae says it’s date night and he doesn’t give a fuck who tries to change that. It’s not happening.
When you asked Sae to use one those date nights to help you build ikea furniture, a dreadful way to spend the evening, you felt guilty. Thought maybe he’d be pissed off and say, “Are you fucking joking?”
He doesn’t.
Sae shows up for you.
“So, be honest, you’re really not bothered spending date night this way?” You ask, handing him the tiniest, weirdest looking screwdriver thing you’ve ever seen. You shift to sit crisscrossed, the unforgiving carpeted floor making your butt go numb.
Sae focuses on tightening a screw. “No, I’m not.” He gives you a pointed look. “I will be if you keep asking.” He sets down the two pieces of a desk now connected, crawling on hands and knees to search for the instructions.
You pass that to him, too. “I can’t help it! It’s just, you’re never home, but I didn’t want anyone else’s help. Well, I guess I could’ve asked the guy living down the ha—,”
“Not a fucking chance,” Sae threatens, sitting on his heels in front of you. “It’d be over my dead body.”
You laugh, rolling your eyes. “I wouldn’t ever actually ask him.” You go quiet again. “I wanted our night to special, is all. I really missed you, Sae.”
A warm hand cradles your jaw. Forces you keep eye contact. “I’m only saying this once. I don’t care what we do. Build furniture, wax each other’s legs, whatever the fuck you could think of, it’s perfect as long as it’s time spent with you. Got it?”
You nod. “Got it,” you breathe, a flash of heat spreading from your belly to your thighs.
Sae builds that shit quick. When it’s finished, he goes to his bag, rustling through it. You can’t see what it is until he sets it down on the desk.
It’s a framed photo of the two of you.
“Thought it’d look nice there,” he explains.
You’re a little choked up. A lot turned on. “Sae, if you love me, you’ll bend me over this desk right now.”
“It’s ikea furniture. I don’t think it’s strong enough for me to fuck you on.”
“I don’t care if it breaks. Do you?”
Sae doesn’t hesitate. “Fuck no. I’ll just buy you a new one if it does.”
word count: 565 ♡ / I wanna take a nap with him >_<
Seishiro Nagi and the way he uses you as his personal piece of furniture. Slumping his entire heavy frame against your side, resting his chin on your shoulder or his head in your lap, perfectly content to stay on you for hours while he plays his games.
Seishiro Nagi and the way he drops surprisingly intense, romantic confessions with a completely blank face. Mumbling “You’re my favorite person” or “Don’t ever leave me” in the same flat tone he uses to complain about practice, leaving you entirely flustered while he remains completely unfazed.
Seishiro Nagi and the way he asks you to feed him. His eyes glued to his phone as he opens his mouth, trusting you completely to take care of his basic needs.
Seishiro Nagi and the way he pauses his games when you’re talking to him. A gesture that may seem minuscule to anyone else but to him is his ultimate form of devotion. Letting his characters die just so he can give you his undivided attention.
Seishiro Nagi and the way his voice drops an octave when he’s feeling needy. His usual lazy drawl melting into a low whisper right against the shell of your ear as he mumbles “Stay” when you try to get up to do chores.
Seishiro Nagi and the way he bluntly demands affection. No sugar-coating or shyness and no subtle hints, just a deadpan “Kiss me” or “Hug me” before he physically maneuvers your hands exactly where he wants them.
Seishiro Nagi and the way he puts minimum physical effort into everything except when it comes to holding your hand. His grip is always surprisingly firm, his fingers securely interlacing with yours, making sure you can’t wander off out of his reach.
Seishiro Nagi and the way he sighs heavily when you try to get out of bed. His arms tightening around your waist, mumbling a muffled “Five more minutes” into the pillows that inevitably turns into hours because he absolutely refuses to let his primary source of comfort go.
Seishiro Nagi and the way he leans into your touch when you’re playing with his fluffy hair, his eyes never leaving his screen, but his head subtly tilting backward, pressing deeper into your palms like a massive, touch-starved cat.
Seishiro Nagi and the way he rests his forehead on your shoulder when he’s completely drained. Not needing to talk or do anything, just leaning his full weight against you to recharge his social and physical battery.
Seishiro Nagi and the way he steals bites of your food, completely ignoring his own snacks to lean over and take a bite of your pastry, chewing slowly and declaring it “Better” simply because it was yours.
Seishiro Nagi and the way he uses you as his personal phone stand. Propping his device against your knees or your chest while you’re laying down together.
Seishiro Nagi and the way he falls asleep mid conversation. One second he’s mumbling a low reply to your story and the next his breathing evens out completely, his head dropping onto your lap, trusting you to keep him safe while he rests.
Seishiro Nagi and the way he unconsciously seeks you out in his sleep. His long limbs tangling with yours, pulling you flush against his chest so tightly that you can hardly move, holding onto you like the giant, cute teddy bear he is.
