#seishiro

⤷ mdni ﹫ nagi seishiro x fem!reader ﹫ smut ﹫ telling your bf it’s boring during it…

⚠︎ mdni, rough sex, kinda punishement?, multiple orgasm, multiple positions, dirty talk, dom!nagi, degradation .ᐟ.ᐟ

Your thighs were starting to burn.

You’d been riding Nagi for who knows how long. The rhythm had gone from eager to lazy, your hips rocking slower, more out of habit than lust now. He barely even looked at you. Just laid back on the couch, one hand behind his head, the other loosely gripping his controller.

Eyes glued to the screen.

Not on you.

Not on how your cunt squeezed around him with every bounce. Not on how flushed and sweaty you were, clinging to the curve of his broad chest with trembling thighs.

You huffed, rolling your hips once more, but his reaction was minimal—a distracted grunt, a faint twitch of his fingers around the controller.

That was the last straw.

“Gosh,” you muttered under your breath, slowing to a near stop. “That’s boring.”

His fingers froze.

The controller clattered to the floor.

Silence.

You blinked. “Wha—”

Before you could finish, you were flipped.

Hard.

Your back hit the couch cushions with a muffled thud, and Nagi was suddenly on top of you, towering, eyes heavy-lidded and unreadable—but something dark had sparked behind them.

“Boring?” he echoed, voice low, dangerous. “You said riding my cock is boring?”

You swallowed. “I-I didn’t mean—”

His hand wrapped around your throat—not tight, just enough to make your pulse jump.

“I was letting you be in control,” he said, calm but sharp. “Didn’t know my princess would act like a brat about it.”

He didn’t give you time to respond. His hips snapped forward in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one go.

You gasped—choked, actually—arms flying to his shoulders as he filled you so fast it made your walls clench tight around him.

“Oh,” he said with a lazy smile. “That got your attention.”

Then he moved.

Fast. Deep. Merciless.

His cock pounded into you, every thrust angled to hit your sweet spot with maddening precision. The wet, slick slap of skin echoed loud in the room, mixed with the sound of your stuttering moans.

Your nails dug into his arms. “S-Sei—!”

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t even blink.

“You’re bored?” he muttered, pulling out halfway just to slam back in harder. “Let me fix that.”

You couldn’t even catch your breath.

Your legs were spread wide, trembling as he fucked you open like he was trying to ruin you—his full weight pressing you down into the couch, one hand gripping your thigh and pinning it up, the other bracing near your head.

“You sound pretty into it now,” he muttered, voice breathy as he drove into you, pace relentless. “Not so bored anymore, huh?”

You were trying to speak, but your words broke apart into whines—your body trembling from the overstimulation. You could already feel your orgasm rising way too fast, heat coiling deep in your belly, your clit throbbing with every deep stroke.

And he knew.

“Ohh, you’re gonna cum?” he cooed mockingly. “Didn’t even ask for permission. Tch.”

His hand slid between your bodies, and he rubbed your clit fast. Not gently—mean. Two fingers circling harshly, forcing the orgasm to come crashing into you like a train.

You came with a sob, body arching, eyes rolling back, cunt clenching hard around his cock.

But he didn’t slow down.

“You thought you were done?” he said flatly. “Nah.”

He pulled out and flipped you like it was nothing.

Now you were face down, ass up, exactly how he liked it.

Your arms barely held you up. Your knees were weak. Your pussy was dripping, twitching from the orgasm, and you had no chance to protest before he shoved back inside you from behind, bottoming out with a filthy squelch.

The sound you made was practically a scream.

“You’re gonna take all of it now,” he growled. “Since you were so ‘bored.’”

His hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back as he slammed into you over and over. Every thrust forced your hips forward, made your ass jiggle, made your cries sharper. Your vision blurred. You were so overstimulated your body couldn’t keep up—hips jerking, walls fluttering around him helplessly.

“Listen to that,” he breathed against your ear. “Listen to how wet this ‘boring’ dick is making you.”

You were choking on your own moans.

“Sei, I-I can’t—too much—”

He leaned down, chest against your back, hand snaking under you again to rub your clit mercilessly. “You can. You will.”

You came again—harder this time. Your body spasmed, thighs quaking. But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

He kept going.

Using you.

Dragging orgasm after orgasm out of your overstimulated body until tears blurred your eyes, until you were babbling nonsense, hips jerking from how raw and sensitive your cunt had become.

And finally, when your legs collapsed under you and you were trembling, breathless, face buried into the cushions—he finished.

With a groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside you, thick warmth flooding your insides, pulsing through your wrecked cunt.

He stayed there, cock still twitching inside you, as you whimpered beneath him.

“Still boring?” he asked lazily.

You didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

You were too wrecked to speak.

He chuckled under his breath, pulling out slowly, watching your cum-dripping hole clench around nothing.

Then he leaned down and whispered one last thing:

“Next time, don’t talk shit.”

he never really got it. until he met you.

when he met you, he finally thought like something was worth getting out of bed for; worth all the effort. if it was to see your face at school— even just for a second— nagi would get out of bed at 6 AM and get to school early.

and when he’d finally see you at school, talking to one of your friends, he’d get all pouty. he’d be inconsolable until you finally give him the attention he worked so hard for. he wouldn’t call it jealousy or possessiveness, per se… it was just… greed.

he wanted to spend every minute of every day with you— listening to your voice, playing games with you, cuddling in bed, he wanted all of it.

nothing has ever made his heart race so much. it was honestly annoying. how could someone make him so happy just by smiling in his direction?

he wants to get rid of the annoying roar of his heartbeat in his chest. just the sight of you made his stomach curl in on itself. but at the same time, he felt so happy for what seems to be one of the only times in 17 years.

now, he finally understood what reo meant by a treasure; someone you wanted to keep for yourself to cherish and take care of. you were his treasure; his reason to finally get out of bed in the morning.

ft; nagi seishiro, michael kaiser, isagi yoichi

synopsis: the moment when it was only you and him in the world.

nagi seishiro

the sound of persistent hums of the heater and tappings of thumbs to screens on nagi’s phone soothed you.

due to the harsh and frankly unexpected winter, the power had went out in the school dorms. you had been horrified; it was dark out, you couldn’t even see in your dorm, and you were alone. if only you still lived with your parents like reo instead of deciding to live in the crappy school dorms because you wanted to be more mature.

when you thought of reo, that’s when a brilliant idea had wove its way into your mind. you could just go to nagi’s dorm instead! he’s too much of a pacifist to get angry at you, he lived close, and he’s got a nice heater too. you had silently crept out of your room and into nagi’s room, knowing that he thought that it was too much of a hassle to lock the door.

now you were lying down next to nagi’s figure, who was sitting up and clicking away at the buttons on his phone from the game. nagi was quiet; he could tell that you were cold and tired, and he didn’t feel the need to bother you any further. plus, it would be a hassle to.

well, that was until nagi heard the soft snores.

“hey, hey.” nagi placed his phone face down next to him, leaning down to look at you. locks of your hair was in your face, a small line of drool at the corner of your lips. “you’re asleep? hey. it’s too much of a hassle to move you away. and there’s only one bed.”

at your lack of response, nagi poked your arm. no reponse. he your cheek. still no response. nagi eventually decided to stop and just pull an all nighter; the leaks of the sequel to his favorite game was coming out tonight anyways.

nagi looked at you for a little longer, his eyes lingering at your face before zeroing in at your lips. “you’re not that bad when you’re asleep.” nagi mumbled. his eyes softened; he didn’t mind this. sure, it was a hassle for someone else to sleep in his bed, but this was you. and for some strange reason, nagi’s chest felt all warm and tight. he didn’t understand this, but the feeling was addicting, and he wanted more.

the lights and power may have been out, but the light that you beamed was enough to light up his entire world.

michael kaiser

kaiser knows that having been put in jail at age 15 definitely necessarily scream “im such a good influence and good person!” to most people.

most people.

kaiser knows that you’re not most people when he is let out of jail—due to the efforts of ray dark—and you’re right outside sprinting towards him and tackling him with a bear hug. sobs escaping you as you squeezed him. “mihya! god, you’re back! i was so worried for you in there!”

kaiser was in love with you. when you laughed, warmth pooled at his stomach and happiness filled his veins. but when you cried, kaiser felt the need to kill whatever is making you cry, to make you smile again. but kaiser didn’t know that it was love. he didn’t know that what he was seeking had been in you, his childhood best friend, all along.

“you…you’re here. why? i was in jail.” kaiser muttered. “shouldn’t you be in school or something? you shouldn’t be here.” at that, your jaw dropped, and you stepped back, hands gripping his shoulders.

“mihya! what are you saying? i could care less about day or two of school when my literal best friend is in jail for something that he didn’t even do! you worried me to death, mihya!” your eyebrows knit together, looking up at him. kaiser noticed how pale you were, the dark eyebags under your beautiful eyes as if you haven’t slept in days.

suddenly, kaiser felt as if a weight heavier than his father was on his shoulders. you didn’t sleep because of him. you looked so pale because of him. you were upset because of him. kaiser felt doubts cloud his mind again; at the end of the day, he really was no different from his father. “just because im your best friend? that’s stupid. im not worth that much.”

your eyes widened before they narrowed, and you grasped onto his shoulder tightly. kaiser knew this would leave a mark later, although he could care less. you should leave. you shouldn’t be here. you should be at school. you shouldn’t waste your life on a piece of shit like him. you deserve better than a fucked up subhuman like him. you glared at him, your hands trembling from how tightly your grip was on his shoulder. from that alone, kaiser knew that he fucked up.

“michael fucking kaiser, you’re my best friend and the love of my life, and you better not say that again. you are worth it. you are most definitely worth each and every moment of my time. you hear me?!” you shook kaiser back and forth. but kaiser couldn’t focus on your current actions, a phrase that you had called him of all people was tattooed onto his mind.

love of your life.

he was the love of your life.

and suddenly, kaiser wasn’t subhuman. he wasn’t a piece of shit. he wasn’t an accident. he wasn’t hated by everyone. he wasn’t weak. he wasn’t not worth it.

he was loved. loved by you.

and kaiser will be grateful for that even in the afterlife.

isagi yoichi

blue lock had changed isagi.

at least, that was what everyone said. his parents, his classmates, his former soccer teammates, his friends, even isagi himself. but not you. you didn’t say that or think that. blue lock didn’t change isagi, it had instead just awakened something hidden inside of isagi.

that might be why your reaction to isagi’s goal at the end of the blue lock fetuses u20 japan match was so underwhelming. you were his lover; you should have been more enthusiastic about it. instead, you only stared down mindlessly before smiling and clapping. isagi had looked up at you with a smile when he was celebrating with his blue lock teammates, in which you had waved at.

then came the 2 week break.

you had been on a walk with isagi like old times, before he had left for blue lock. a heavy silence was over your shoulders; isagi himself thinks that he’s changed, after all. the sunset painted your’s and isagi’s cheeks bright red.

“do you mind that i’ve changed?” isagi finally stammered out. he braced himself for some harsh answers and disapproving shaking of heads, but was instead met with more long silence before a single word.

“no.”

he glanced at you, shocked. “i don’t think you’ve changed at all, yoichi. im glad. i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this happy to be playing soccer.” you looked up at him, a soft smile playing at your lips. “it just awakened something inside of you.”

but isagi wasn’t satisfied. not yet. “you don’t mind that im practically throwing my life away for my soccer career? i won’t be able to just call or text you whenever i want to at blue lock, you know.” you giggled gently before sighing.

“i know you can’t, yoichi. but you’re happy, right? and you’re living your best life right now. so who am i to interfere? as long as you’re happy, then you can be whatever or whoever you want to be. i’ll always be there.”

at your words, the ice in your tension melted before isagi looked at you once again. even without the golden setting sun, you still looked like you were an angel, glowing with the most ethereal of purity and the most precious of love.

A LEAGUE PLAYER !

synopsis: a normal gamer like yourself normally plays games! but by yourself.. one game that everyone knows you play is.. well.. league of legends.. league of legends? the game that's known for the toxicity? yes! YET that same toxicity brought you to..

SEISHIRO X READER

GENRE: full on crack , fluff(I think) , ENEMIES TO LOVERS

STATUS: COMPLETED

CHAMPIONS

EPISODE 0 (w)

EPISODE 1

EPISODE 2

EPISODE 3

EPISODE 4

EPISODE 5

EPISODE 6

EPISODE 7

EPISODE 8

EPISODE 9

EPISODE 10

bonus episode!

EPISODE 1

NOTE: short smau bcos I've been gone n I wanna make it up and this idea is haunting me.. and it's a crimus gift

WARNING: league😱 and erm idk league stuff.. ITS LEAGUE TAHTS THE EARNINF. oh and swearing heh kinda rushed but its funny so hahah!

Pairing: Seishiro nagi x reader

Genre: angst

Summary: seishiro nagi starts to think you’re a hassle to deal with. Until you pull away.

A/n: dont rlly like it, not proofread either so there could be mistakes

The afternoon sun filtered lazily through the curtains of Nagi’s apartment, casting long shadows across the floor where you sat curled against his side on the couch. His latest match had ended hours ago, but he was still in that post-game haze—controller loose in his hands, eyes half-lidded as he ground through another level in some mobile game. You didn’t mind. You never minded.

You pressed closer, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm. “Nagi… you were amazing today. The way you trapped that ball mid-air? I couldn’t stop watching the replay.” Your voice was soft, almost reverent, the way it always got when you talked about him. You leaned in, brushing a kiss to his shoulder. “Can we order that peach tea you like? I’ll feed you the snacks this time. You don’t have to move.”

He hummed, a noncommittal sound that used to feel warm. Lately, it just felt… distant. “Eh. It’s whatever. Too much effort to get up anyway.”

You smiled anyway, ignoring the tiny sting. This was Nagi—your Nagi. The genius who could make miracles on the pitch but hated anything that required more energy than breathing. You were the one who made things easy for him. Who clung to him like a lifeline because being near him felt like the only thing that quieted the restless ache in your chest. “I love you,” you whispered, tightening your hold just a fraction.

He shifted slightly. Not away, exactly, but enough that your hand slipped. “Yeah. Love you too.”

Days blurred into the same rhythm. You’d show up after practice, arms full of his favorite things—energy drinks, that limited-edition game he’d mentioned once, your presence filling the quiet spaces he never seemed to mind before. You’d wrap your arms around him from behind while he cooked (or more accurately, while he watched you cook), resting your cheek against his back. “Missed you,” you’d murmur every single time, even if it had only been hours.

At first, he’d lean into it. A lazy arm draped over your shoulders, a mumbled “You’re warm.” But lately, his responses grew shorter. His body tensed under your touch. You’d catch him staring at his phone instead of meeting your eyes, or excusing himself to “take a nap” right when you started talking about your day.

One evening, it cracked.

You’d spent the whole day planning a quiet night in—his favorite ramen simmering, blankets piled on the couch, even downloading that new co-op game so you could play together. When he finally walked through the door, shoulders slumped from training, you practically bounced over, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Nagi! I made your—”

He sighed, longer and heavier than usual, gently but firmly prying your arms off. “Can you… not right now? It’s been a hassle all day. Everything’s a hassle.”

The words landed like ice. You froze, searching his face for the usual lazy affection, but it wasn’t there. Just exhaustion. Irritation, even. “Oh,” you said softly, stepping back. “Sorry. I just… wanted to make you feel better.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, not looking at you. “It’s fine. Just… give me space sometimes, yeah? You’re always on me. I can’t even think.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. That night, you didn’t press. You ate in near-silence, cleaned up without asking him to help, and left earlier than usual with a quiet “Goodnight, Nagi.” No extra hug. No lingering kiss. No whispered I love you at the door.

The next few days, you pulled back.

Messages became shorter—Hope practice went well instead of paragraphs of praise and heart emojis. You stopped showing up unannounced. When you did see him, you kept your hands to yourself, sitting on the opposite end of the couch, smiling politely when he spoke but not filling the gaps. No more clinging. No more trying to anticipate his every whim.

It was supposed to help. Give him the space he wanted. But it felt like carving out pieces of yourself.

Nagi noticed immediately.

At first, he didn’t say anything. He told himself it was a relief—the quiet, the lack of constant input. He could game without your head on his shoulder. Nap without feeling your fingers in his hair. But the apartment felt… empty. Too empty. The peach tea in the fridge went untouched because opening it reminded him of your voice offering to pour it. The co-op game icon sat unopened on his screen, mocking him.

By the third night, the guilt gnawed at him like a bad loss on the pitch—sharp, persistent, impossible to ignore.

He found you at the usual spot near the training grounds after practice, sitting on a bench with your knees drawn up, staring at nothing. You didn’t light up when you saw him. Just a small, careful smile. “Hey.”

Nagi stood there, hands in his pockets, hair still damp from the shower. For once, the laziness in his posture felt forced. “You’ve been… different.”

You shrugged, looking away. “You said I was a hassle. I didn’t want to bother you anymore.”

The words hit harder than any tackle. He winced visibly, stepping closer but stopping short when you didn’t move to meet him halfway. “I didn’t… mean it like that.” His voice was quieter than usual, almost uncertain. “I was tired. The matches, the pressure—everything’s been too much. But when you stopped…”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. Nagi Seishiro wasn’t good at this. Feelings. Effort. But the ache in his chest when he thought about your empty spot beside him was worse than any hassle.

“I miss you,” he admitted, blunt as ever. “The way you cling. The way you look at me like I’m not a pain in the ass for existing. It felt… good. I didn’t realize how much until it was gone.” He looked at you then, violet eyes unusually sharp with regret. “I’m sorry. Don’t pull away. Please. I don’t want space if it means losing you.”

You bit your lip, eyes glistening as the walls you’d built cracked. “I thought… if I was too much, you’d leave anyway.”

He closed the distance in a rare burst of initiative, pulling you into his arms—awkward at first, then tighter, burying his face in your hair. “You’re not a hassle. You’re the only thing that doesn’t feel like one.” His voice muffled against you. “Don’t stop. I need you… even if I suck at showing it.”

You clung back, finally, the familiar warmth rushing in. The angst lingered in the air, raw and unresolved, but his arms around you felt like the start of something steadier. Nagi wasn’t perfect. He was lazy, blunt, and sometimes blind to everything outside his own world. But in that moment, the guilt in his hold told you he was trying.

day 2 of @vampireaxel and @varrowe's 600 follower event

do a bunny hop — edit a bunny/rabbit character

this one is just ok... but i relly like the coloring 🥺 BRO I LITERALLY HAVE NEVER EDITED ANY BLLK CHARACTER FOR A THEME EXCEPT FOR KAISER AND KAISAGI AND NOW NAGIREO... what it looks like under the cut... f2u with written creds thanksuuu...

“ kodzuken & the lazy genius ” — kenma kozume + nagi seishiro

cw — nsfw , perverse actions , cuck!nagi , cockwarming

a/n: im sad that pokemon go fest is over 😓

context: nagi showed up late to your arcade date and sees another guy chatting it up with you!

Nagi groaned, reaching for his phone after taking arguably the best nap of his life. He yawned, taking his time. Shit. 1:32, he was currently 32 minutes late to your date at the arcade. Below sat an array of notifications from you asking of his whereabouts.