#nagi

nagi folds whenever you say his first name !

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

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

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

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

“sei, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you sounded like reo just now.”

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

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

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

“sei, can you—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

“s–sei, just fuck me, please,” you beg and plead and pray, but all words seem to go in one ear and out the other with this man.

“mmm, hassle…” he mutters—more so drags, his tone bored and inattentive, “and you’re not on the pill.”

nagi’s got you straddling him on his bed, your legs on either side of his hips as he gathers your slick using two of his digits, feeling you up as he toys with you like you’re one of his games.

“just use a fucking condom,” you nuzzle into his neck, your opposite hand crawling up to cup his jaw as you practically moan in his ear with how he thrusts his fingers inside, “please, baby…”

“ran out,” he replies, subconsciously leaning into your touch as he practically chases your hand. the turn of his head frees up some space in his neck, and you do well to take advantage of the opportunity.

moving down, you press kisses against his neck, staining his skin with your favorite lip gloss as it practically shines underneath the dim lighting of his room, making you all the hungrier for his body.

your hand cups his cheeks aggressively before you force him to look at you, your lustrous eyes staring daggers into his.

“fuck me or i’m throwing away your console.”

good thing he only struggles with motivation and not strength, stamina, or skill.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you brush his cloudlike hair as he taps his phone furiously, pouting.

“my teammates are so terrible, it’s a wonder they even hit the install button with their aims,” he huffs as you brush through a knot, making him wince as you pull.

“sorry, baby,” you apologize, giving him a kiss on the cheek before continuing, softer this time.

“‘s okay… look, this guy keeps wiping out my team,” he says, “hiorigurt, i’ll end your bloodline.”

“you’re being bad again, sei,” you say, “what did we say about trashtalk?”

“sorry. jus annoyed…”

you finish brushing his hair before giving him a kiss on the crown of his head, “what’s all the fuzz about, anyway? it’s just a game.”

“it’s fun,” he answers as you rest your chin against his shoulder, watching his phone.

“play with me instead,” you say, peeking at his face.

“but if i afk, i’ll get a penalty…” he glances in your direction for a split second before focusing on the game yet again.

“yeah, but you’re not even having fun. you’re carrying your whole team, look at the leaderboard.”

nagi contemplates for a second before…

“fine. what app?”

“i’m okay, what’s up with you?”

nagi seishiro never found love appealing.

it was just too much—anniversarries, gifts, physical affection, other sappy romantic stuff. all of that required too much effort. all of that was just simply a hassle to him and nothing more.

that was his mindset until you came around.

it was like thanos snapped his fingers and nagi's perspective towards romance instantly changed.

all of a sudden, anniversaries didn't seem so troublesome when they meant getting to spend the entire day with you.

gifts weren't a hassle when he got to watch your face light up over something he'd picked out specifically for you.

even physical affection, something he used to find especially bothersome, became something he always craved from you.

one night, nagi was sprawled across the couch beside you, his head resting comfortably in your lap while you absentmindedly played with his hair.

"you're really heavy," you mumbled.

"mm."

"you should move."

"t'much effort."

you rolled your eyes but didn't actually push him away. your fingers continued combing through his white hair, occasionally scratching lightly against his scalp.

nagi's eyes fluttered shut. unconciously, he let out a soft sigh.

this was nice—way too nice for a lazy bum like him.

nagi never understood why people went through all the trouble of dating someone. now he understood. having someone like you with him made doing absolutely nothing feel like the best thing and the most productive thing in the world.

nagi opened one eye and looked up at you.

"hey."

"hm? what's up, sei?" you asked curiously, tilting your head slightly.

"love you," nagi mumbled and immediately closed his eye from shyness despite knowing you could see him blushing.

"aw you're so adorable seishi," you cooed. "i love you too!"

you began pinching his cheeks, which did slightly hurt, but he would happily accept that hassle.

it wasn't bad being inconvienced by you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't wait five minutes!"

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

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

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

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

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

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