-18+ 𝙉𝙖𝙜𝙞’𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙞𝙩.
Tw: handjob, smut, mdni
The fan whirred on your ceiling, cutting through the silence.
You had been lying in bed with your boyfriend Nagi for the best part of two hours now, an afternoon rest was mandatory for him to function. Without it, he’d probably go insane.
Though, “rest” didn’t always mean sleep.. atleast not in Nagi’s case.
His leg, comfortably wrapped up in his grey sweatpants, was currently draped over your hip as he spooned you. His strong hips thrust up into your ass lazily, like an old dog chasing after a ball it really can’t be bothered to fetch anymore. You could feeling his aching cock through his sweatpants, begging to feel good.. to cum.
“Mm..” he mumbles sleepily into your ear, the sound rumbling from within his throat. This had been going on for the past half hour.. usually he would’ve been finished by now and rolled over to nap like the couch potato he is, but this time he just couldn’t finish.
“You need help, lovey?” You coo softly, bringing your hand up to weave it through his soft snow-like hair. “We could fuck..” you add quickly, biting your lip seductively at him. Though you weren’t particularly in the mood for sex, Nagi was quick to put you in the mood if that’s what he wanted.. he had a way with his fingers.
“Nah.. I can’t be bothered.” The egoist groans in response, pulling his leg away from your hips to lay on his back, his throbbing dick still tenting his sweatpants to a painful capacity. “Getting you in the mood and then actually doing it sounds like such a hassle right now..”
Your lips curl up into a sly smile, the hand that was once caressing his hair now positioned on his lower stomach. “Well.. we need to fix you up somehow..”
Without further warning, your hands slips itself into his tented sweatpants, the fact he’s too lazy to wear boxers now coming in handy as it gives you perfect access to his aching member.
Your hands wrap around it as best they could, though your fingertips barely meet due to his thickness. This produces a groan from the egoists mouth as your thumb rolls his salmon tip carefully, slowly, teasingly.
“Haah-“ he whines pathetically, his eyes squeezing tight as if he were embarrassed by your display of affection. Well, perhaps what’s truly embarrassing was that he already needed to cum, and he was about to do it all over your hand. “Love- I’m gonna-“
A loud, desperate yelp rips from his throat as his head thrashes against the pillow, his hands gripping the mattress so hard it may rip against the force he was applying. Thick streaks of sticky cum shoot from his tip in jagged spurts, coating your hand and cheek as it it were rewarding you for making him feel good.
For the world’s laziest man, he never missed a beat when it came to finishing dramatically.
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