#nagi x reader

[endlesslyri]

“LESS OF A HASSLE”. 🌵 Nagi Seishiro and you!

SERIES. Bllk boys x athletic trainer reader

INCLUDES. Fluff. Lazy Nagi skipping his stretches :(. Cursing.

A/N. To be honest, i don’t really like this that much, but if this stayed in my drafts any longer i probably would’ve deleted it, HAHA. Enjoy!

“Nagi, come on!” You plead, your voice strained as you pull on Nagi’s leg with all your strength. He’s laying on his stomach, phone in hand, and showing absolutely no sympathy for you.

“mmm…don’t wanna.” He murmurs. You give his leg another hard tug and his body still does not move. what the hell are they feeding him here?

"You can't keep skipping your stretches!"

"It's such a hassle."

"You're a hassle."

You drop Nagi's leg, letting out a sigh. Your days are already demanding and busy enough, as you file paperwork, treat players, and shadow the athletic trainers within the building. You find your evenings are becoming increasingly more...lively (to put it kindly), the more you interact with the blue lock players.

You watch him as he continues to tap on his phone, engrossed in his game, and paying entirely no mind to you or your pleas. Irritation builds in you the longer you stare, and you find yourself grabbing a pillow from the nearest bed, chucking it in his direction.

"Ow." Nagi says, his voice monotone. You squint your eyes at him.

"That didn't hurt and you know it."

"It hurt my feelings."

"Yeah, well you seem just fine to me." You grumble, reaching for another pillow to throw when you hear the door open from behind you. You whip your head around, and the sight of the person before you invokes the greatest sense of relief you've ever experienced. Your savior!

"Nagi is bothering you again, isn't he?" Reo asked knowingly, offering an apologetic smile. He had just finished his bath and probably stopped on his way back, you gathered. A small towel is hung around his neck, his hair damp and long, with the front pieces sticking to his forehead. "Sorry about him. Again."

You offer a weary smile and gesture your head towards Nagi. A silent plea.

Help me, please?

Reo gives a nod in return.

Leave it to me.

You watch as Reo walks up to Nagi. He snatches the phone from Nagi's grasp, followed by a hard flick to the forehead. Nagi's hands immediately flew to his head, letting out another unenthusiastic "ow,” which makes you wonder if he really means it.

"You're being rude, Nagi." Reo chides, "Stop causing trouble for our dear trainer and listen.”

Nagi finally turns his head to look at you. You're standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed over your chest, and a frown on your face. His eyes widens ever so slightly, and you think you see the tiniest hint of amusement shining through.

"Okay." Nagi says simply, and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay," You echo, sounding a lot more grateful than you intended. "Great. Come on, i’ll take you to the yoga room-"

"One condition though," Nagi interrupts, moving to sit up. "You have to help me."

You soon found yourself standing over Nagi, stretching his leg towards the sky, and pushing forward in his direction. He lets out small noise.

"Hold it there."

You listen, stopping yourself from giving an eye-roll at the abruptness of his command. His definition of helping apparently means doing it for him. Of course. You keep your expression neutral all while going through numerous insults in your head that you would never say aloud.

Asshole. Jerk. Lazy. Spoiled.

“You’re thinking too loud.”

You look down to meet Nagi’s eyes and you see that same faint shine in them.

“No i’m not,” You push his leg further. “and that doesn’t make any sense.”

He stares up at you, his face even and blank.

“Are you mad?”

“…no.”

“You’re pushing my leg too high.”

oops. you definitely were.

“i’m helping you,” You say pointedly, adjusting his leg. “just like you asked.”

Nagi lets out an exasperated sigh, as if you were the one causing him trouble by being difficult, and you cant believe the nerve of him.

“I thought nurses were supposed to be nice.” He mumbles, turning his face to the side. “You are mad.”

You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. You can’t read this guy. You thought he enjoyed running you around and driving you crazy, but now, it’s almost as if he’s…pouting? Watching him below you, looking aside to avoid eye contact, the slightest bit of guilt make its way to your heart, and you start to feel bad. Maybe you were being a little harsh.

“first, i’m not a nurse.” and then you add more quietly, “And second, i’m not…mad.”

He still doesn’t meet your gaze, and you groan internally. He’s going to make you work for it.

“Stretching is important, Nagi.” You start, “it’s not something you can compromise on or brush off. The amount of people i’ve seen who’ve injured themselves or gotten hurt from not taking recovery seriously…I just want you to care.”

Suddenly, Nagi shoots forward, sitting upright. You yelp and drop his leg.

“So, you’re worried about me.” he states matter-of-factually. You feel your face start to heat up, your heart hammering. You don't know whether its from being startled by his unexpected movements or his words. For your peace of mind, you decide on the former.

“What? I-I didn’t say all that!” You push his chest, forcing him to lay back down. “Don’t do that out of nowhere. Give me your other leg.”

Nagi raises his left leg. You grab it and push it forward, all while willing your heart to slow down. You peek at him, and his previous air of sadness was completely gone. Instead, his eyes are slightly widened again, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. This time, you can tell for sure; he’s amused. He’s gotten you all worked up. Again.

“You were faking, weren’t you?”

“mmm…i don’t know what your talking about.”

You can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“The point i've been trying to make is that you’re gifted. You have a talent people pray their whole lives for, so don’t take it for granted by not taking proper care of your body.”

He pauses, digesting your words. You push his leg further.

“There.” Nagi says. You listen.

He’s staring up at you again. This time, he's really looking at you. You make a point to focus on the yoga mat beneath Nagi, ignoring the way your face starts to burn. You hate how easily your body reacts to him, how quickily you give in.

“Okay.” He agrees, breaking the silence, and you relax. “I’ll do better with my stretches. One condition though-“

“I’m not stretching you every single time.”

He frowns slightly. “I like your company.”

“You like my help.”

“You make stretching less of a hassle.”

You can’t help but laugh. “that’s because i’m doing it for you!”

“You don’t have to do it for me next time. You can just stay.” He says simply, and you’re caught off guard by his words. Who would’ve thought?

“i’m a busy person, you know. I’m in pretty high demand around here.”

“So?” Nagi asks, as if he doesn’t see how it matters or is relevant.

“You’re so spoiled!” You tease. He shrugs, and you shake your head, resigned. “Alright, fine. whatever you say, princess Nagi”

“Hey.” Nagi protests. “i don’t like that.”

“You’ll live.”

The room is filled with the sounds of your laughter and his complaints. Nagi is sort of an asshole, a jerk, extremely lazy, and completely spoiled. He’s impossible for you to read. But you think you’d like to try anyways.

[crowttore]

Blue Lock men as ways animals court and mate

Welcome to (hopefully) the weirdest biology lesson you'll ever have! Essentially a shitpost. I shouldn't be allowed near blorbos. There might be better suited animals, these are all my takes on the characters and animals were picked from ones I knew. Some of these are reposts from my old deactivated bllk blog.

Characters: Nagi, Sae, Bunny, Kaiser, Chigiri, Bachira, Rin

Not seeing your fav character? Send me an ask and I'll add them to the next one.

Tags: nsfw in the way a national geographic documentary is, there are no graphic details but proceed at your own discretion

Seishiro Nagi - Panthera leo (lion)

It comes as no surprise that Nagi is somewhat of a relaxed lover, at least that's how he appears on the outside. He loves following you around, basking in your presence in a room while you're both doing your own thing. He's touchcy with you, unable to walk by without squeezing your ass. When things move to the bedroom, you swear he's a changed man, the same intensity in his eyes as you only see glimpses of on the field. It's almost scary how he cages you in, pulling you back beneath him if you try to squirm away for mercy. However... Once he's reached his own end, you're once more faced with his lazy side... Nagi has a tendency to get very comfortable after finishing, to the point of needing encouragement to do anything for a while after. Lions are the most social of the big cats, and the males are notoriously known for lazing around most of the time. They are equipped with barbs on their dicks to make sure the female stays in proper position until she's been bred. However, a female's heat almost always lasts longer than the male's stamina, and females have frequently been observed nipping at the male's testicles to encourage him to go again (while he's trying to drag himself away to eep)

Itoshi Sae - Haliaeetus leucocephalus (bald eagle)

Sae is, to many, a walking contradiction. How can one individual be so seemingly unbothered and at the same time so intense? You quickly learn that the way he loves is much the same. He might seem immune to most advances, but once he's set his sight on you, you'll learn firsthand the Itoshi Sae never half-asses anything. The beautiful thing is that Sae won't seek to change you, nor will he let you change him. He shows affection in his own way (one that might be deemed a little odd from an outside perspective) but he is utterly devoted and earnest. Being honest with what you want is the best way forward with Sae. Bald eagles have a pretty unique display as part of their courtship ritual, in which they fly up high, lock talons and plummet together, only releasing each other at the last moment. That's devotion if I ever saw any. Their courtship also involves showing off nest-building and a plethora of vocal calls. They're monogamous birds who bond for life, continuing courtship behaviour throughout their life to 'renew the spark'. During mating, the male will start by asking the female who will either nudge him away or position herself to be mounted. Sometimes, the female will also attempt to mount the male to let him know that she's ready.

Bunny Iglesias - Lepus europaeus (european hare)

'Mad as a March hare' though you wouldn't necessarily realise before it's too late. By all means, he conducts himself in a pleasant and polite manner, but you know there's more to him than that, having seen some of his inner layers. Bunny loves the hunt, feels a thrill if you were to turn him down. The more you fight, the more he'll be enjoying himself. He loves seein that pout on your face when you argue with him, but the sweetest thing is seeing when you finally crack and give in. It's a general tendency that Bunny enjoys when you're forced to confront uglier parts of yourself, and he will entertain overly enthusiastic fans just to ruffle your feathers. The european hare is known for "switching" its behaviour during spring, where the typically peaceful males become quite aggressive and activity increases during daytime. They have a courtship ritual that typically involves fights between male and female, where they will stand on their hind legs and 'box' if the female is adverse to the mating, and these fights can be quite brutal. Males will also chase the female around (she is testing the stamina of potential partners) for lengthy periods of time. Lastly, hares are promiscuous, meaning they mate with several partners during one season.

Michael Kaiser - Argonauta spp. (paper nautili, a genus of octupuses) 

Kaiser is difficult in nearly every sense of the word. He handles affection poorly, and can be downright mean if he feels vulnerable with you. It takes time to wear him down and get him to open up. At the start, he's prone to claiming that no feelings are involved, it's purely physical (maybe it is, for a time), impersonal, a way for him to blow off some steam. Hell, if he could detach his dick and hand it off for someone to take care of, that might sound tempting. However, once you do earn that hard-won trust of his, he can be slowly coaxed to accept the safety and intimacy that he so desperately needs. During the process of paper nautili mating, the hectocotylus (a specialised arm) from the male is detached from his body and inserted into the female's pallial cavity. (When originally found, they were thought to be little parasites in the female).

Hyoma Chigiri - Aechmophorus occidentalis (Western grebe)

One thing you can be sure of with Chigiri is that he loves to show off for you. The rush that comes with pushing his body to the extreme is only further heightened when he knows you're looking. That doesn't mean he can't slow down a little for you though, he'd love nothing more than be able to share as much time as possible with you, so be prepared to be dragged out for runs... at your speed of course! Chigiri also loves to spoil you in any way he can and practically glows if you let him take care of things or ask for his help. Other might refer to him as 'princess', but he loves making sure you're the one feeling like royalty. Western grebes have one of the most complicated mating displays among waterbird species. Males start out by competing in pairs where they exhibit "rushing" behaviour, running along the surface of water while stiffly flapping their wings. Once the female has chosen one of the two males, the pair will run around atop the water for a bit before moving on to other courtship behavious that involve swimming together and making certain head movements. After breeding, the male will take over gathering food for them both to ensure the female has enough energy to form eggs.

Meguru Bachira - Aethalodelphis obscurus (dusky dolphin)

There's really no way around it, Bachira is both a fun and energetic partner. He loves experimenting and especially if he can include you in it. Bachira enjoys it when you play along, but isn't opposed to a challenge either. He's attentive to your needs and will make sure to note down anything you seem to enjoy. However, he can be somewhat possessive, and is not at all above showing off his claim on you. One thing is certain, with him as your partner, there's no way you'll find yourself stagnating in any part of your life. Dusky dolphins (and many dolphins in general) seem to mate "out of season" when the female can't get pregnant, indicating that they mate for pleasure. They also sometimes engage in same sex mating. During mating, the males will chase the female around at high speeds to display agility and speed, as this matters more than size. Foreplay is also incredibly lengthy compared to the reproductive act itself, during which the females tend to be on top. Also worth noting it the fact that dusky dolphins have huge testes and store large amounts of sperm :D

Itoshi Rin - Erethizon dorsatum (canadian porcupine)

Rin is... Intense. Hasn't given much thought to love or dating until he meets you. But once he does set his sights on you, nothing can quite prepare you for how much certainty can fit in one body, there's no doubt in his mind that you are the only one he wants. He has plenty of patience and will make himself a constant of your life, less subtle than his brother, but as undeniably there should you want or need him. But don't get too many ideas, he's sure to keep any competitor for your affection far away, and make sure there can be no doubt whose you are even if you've yet to realise it. The moment he gets your permission, he will be all over you. At the same time, Rin is very much aware of himself and doesn't want to cause you any unpleasant experiences. He can dial down his freak a little when you're in the room, but don't let that fool you. Canadian porcupines (also known as north american porcupines) have a reputation for being pretty mm.. interesting.. in their courtship display. Males track down females and linger around them once the time of her annual estrus approaches, which the male can smells in her urine. He sprays her with his own urine to help induce estrus just before mating (sorry). Should any other males come by, they'll engage in often relatively fierce fights until one emerges victorious. During reproduction, both male and female porcupine will tighten their skin to keep the quills flat and prevent injury.

[midnightwritr]

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🌙 midnight thoughts

✦ title ; can i stay with you?

✦ pairing ; nagi seishiro x reader

✦ genre ; fluff, comfort

✦ word count ; around 500

✦ note ; my first ever fic! be kind ♡

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You sat on the couch. The soft rain tapping your window, your eyelids grew heavier with each passing second, the tv noise becoming distant. A yawn escaped your lips. Your last sign that it was time to sleep. You turned off the tv and stood, your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. Your soft footsteps echoed through the quiet house.

Knock.

Knock.

You blink.

Once.

Twice.

Your sleepy brain struggled to catch up. Did you imagine that? Were you more tired than you thought? Dragging yourself upstairs, you heard it again. A little more urgent and louder. This time, you’re a little more awake. Who the hell is here at this hour?

You walked to the front door and looked through the peephole. A familiar white-haired genius. Nagi? You opened the door and looked up at him.

“Nagi…? What are you doing here?”

The silence stretched for a few seconds.

“Can I stay here? Even for tonight only?”

Taken aback, you nodded mutely and stepped aside. Silent again, he stepped inside, his hooded eyes trained on you.

“I’ll clean the guest room-”

“No. I meant with you. Can I stay with you tonight?”

You stared at him for a few seconds. A light flush dusting your cheeks. Since when was Nagi so…blunt?

“With me?” You repeat, needing to make sure you heard him right the first time and this wasn’t one of your deluded fantasies.

“Yeah.” He leaned down, his forehead rested against your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist. “With you.”

Your eyes widen a little, your heart beating faster. You and Nagi were close and sure, you even liked him more than you probably should, but you never thought you’d ever find yourself in a situation like this.

“Why?” You whispered.

“Comfortable” he drawled out lazily. A warm smile found its way to your lips.

“Yeah?” You looked down at him.

He looked up, grey eyes tired and droopy. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face. Yawning, he mumbled “Pretty.”

“I could say the same for you.”

You didn’t get a reply and peeked down at him. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly parted, his breathing evened out.

Your chest tightened. Nagi felt comfortable with you. You lean down, your lips hovered over his forehead before you pressed a feather light kiss to his warm skin.

I guess you were spending the night with Nagi.

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A/n: my first fic!!! Please excuse any mistakes, I tried my best. I’m mostly a blue lock writer and nagi has been living rent free in my head so I had to start with him. Hope you enjoy it <3

[igotsquirellsinmypants]

Can someone help me find a fic where reader and nagi make a tape for nagi to watch while at blue lock. Nagi falls asleep while watching it and Isagi + others walk in on him watching it🥹

[totallybakedcake]

just wondering

would anyone like a blue lock guys x reader whose on her period and has come to watch their match and feels sick, almost on the verge of collapsing/ already collapses and they take her home and just help them

Is the idea worth writing

Yes

No

Its too much, tone it down a bit

Voting ended onJul 8

if someone has some other ideas or headcanons for other fics or just changing this idea, please do let me know(preparing something HUGE)

[saesofficialwife]

In a world full of hassles, you're the only one important baby- part 2

Warning: SMUT, oral (f receiving), p in v. This is the part 2 where the magic happens 😋✨✨ NAGI X F!READER PART I PART II

The afternoon light has shifted by the time the curry is finished, the kitchen warm and fragrant, the two of you settled on the couch with bowls balanced on your laps. Nagi eats with the same lazy efficiency he does everything — slow, deliberate, like each bite costs him something but he's decided it's worth it.

You watch him over the rim of your bowl. His hair falls into his eyes. His cheeks are full. He looks ridiculous and endearing and yours.

"What?" he says, mouth half-full.

"Nothing."

"You're staring."

"I'm looking."

He swallows. Sets his bowl down on the coffee table. Then he reaches over and takes yours too, setting it beside his, and before you can ask what he's doing, he's pulling you onto his lap.

"Seishiro—"

"Mm. Wanted to do this since you sat down."

His arms wrap around your waist. His face presses into your neck. He breathes in, slow and deep, and you feel the tension leave his body all at once, like he's been holding himself together all day just waiting for this.

"Your shampoo," he murmurs against your skin.

"What about it?"

"Smells good. Smells like you."

Your hands find his hair, threading through the white strands. He hums, a low sound of contentment, and his lips brush the curve of your throat.

"You're being affectionate today," you say, your voice softer than you meant it to be.

"Mm. Always am. Just don't say it."

"You show it."

"Yeah." His teeth graze your skin, just barely, a whisper of pressure. "Wanna show you more."

Your breath catches. His hands slide up your back, slow, tracing the line of your spine through your shirt. He's not rushing. He's never in a hurry — Nagi moves through life at his own pace, and right now that pace is glacial, deliberate, savored.

"Seishiro."

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

You don't. You can't. The words are stuck somewhere in your chest, tangled up with the warmth spreading through you.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt. Slip underneath. Barely. Just the tips brushing the skin of your lower back, tracing lazy circles that make you shiver.

"Cold?" he asks, but there's a hint of something in his voice — a knowing, a warmth.

"No."

"Good."

He tugs your shirt up, slow, giving you every chance to pull away. You don't. You lift your arms instead, let him pull it over your head, and then you're sitting on his lap in just your bra, the air cool against your skin.

He looks at you. His gray eyes travel over you, unhurried, like he's memorizing every inch.

"Pretty," he says. Just that. Just a fact.

Then his hands are on your waist, pulling you closer, and his mouth finds yours.

The kiss is different from before. Slower. Deeper. His tongue traces your lower lip, asking without words, and you part for him, let him in. His hands tighten on your waist. His thumb strokes the bare skin just above the waistband of your jeans.

He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your jaw, your throat, the hollow where your pulse beats fast and desperate.

"You're shaking," he murmurs against your skin.

"Your fault."

"Good."

His mouth continues downward, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses across your collarbone, your sternum, the swell of your chest above your bra. His fingers find the clasp at your back, and he pauses, looks up at you.

"Okay?"

Breathless. "Yeah."

The clasp gives way. The bra falls. His breath catches — actually catches, a sharp intake of air that makes you feel powerful and vulnerable all at once.

"Seishiro—"

"Beautiful," he says, and the word is reverent, almost surprised, like he didn't expect to find something this precious in his hands. "You're so beautiful."

Then his mouth is on you, warm and slow, and your head falls back, your fingers tangling in his hair.

He takes his time. That's the thing about Nagi — he's lazy about everything except the things that matter. Right now, you matter. He proves it with every kiss, every touch, every soft sound he pulls from your lips.

He lays you back on the couch, his body stretched over yours, still wearing his hoodie while you're bare beneath him. The contrast makes your skin prickle.

"You're still dressed," you manage.

"Mm. You'll fix that."

"I will?"

"You will." He kisses your stomach, just above your navel. "After I'm done here."

His hands find the button of your jeans. Works it open. Pulls the zipper down, tooth by tooth, slow enough to drive you mad.

"Seishiro."

"Patience."

"I don't have any."

"I know." He tugs at your jeans, pulling them down your hips, your thighs. "That's why I have to be patient for both of us."

You laugh, breathless, and then his mouth is on your thigh, and the laugh turns into a gasp.

He settles between your legs like it's the most natural place in the world. His shoulders push your thighs apart, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and he looks up at you from beneath his lashes — that lazy, heavy-lidded gaze that makes your stomach flip.

"Been thinking about this," he murmurs.

"Since when?"

"Since you called me Seishiro the first time."

Your heart stutters. "That was hours ago."

"I know." His lips brush where you need him most, featherlight, teasing. "Told you. Patient."

His mouth finds you through the thin cotton of your underwear, and your hips buck, a sound escaping your throat that you're too far gone to be embarrassed about. His hands press down, holding you still, and he takes his time — nuzzling, kissing, tasting through the fabric until you're trembling, until you're gripping his hair and begging without words.

"Seishiro, please—"

He hooks his fingers in the waistband. Pulls them down. And then his mouth is on you, bare and warm, and your mind goes blank.

He's thorough. Meticulous. He learns you with his tongue, with his fingers, with the soft sounds of approval he makes against your skin. Every time you gasp, every time your thighs tighten around his head, he files it away, adjusts, gives you more of exactly what you need.

When his fingers slip inside you, slow and deliberate, you cry out. He curls them, finds the spot that makes you see stars, and his tongue circles where you're most sensitive, and you're gone — falling apart with his name on your lips, your body arching off the couch, his free hand pressed flat against your stomach to ground you.

He doesn't stop until you're done. Until you're limp and trembling and tugging weakly at his hair. Then he crawls up your body, slow, his chin glistening, his eyes half-lidded and satisfied.

He kisses you. Lets you taste yourself on his lips.

"Told you," he says, his voice rough. "Patient."

"That wasn't patient. That was torture."

"Good torture?"

You pull him down, kiss him deeper, and he goes willingly, melting into you.

You peel his hoodie off. Then his shirt. He lets you, watching with that sleepy gaze, raising his arms only when absolutely necessary. His skin is warm beneath your palms, his build deceptively strong — lean muscle hidden under that lazy exterior, the body of someone who moves only when he has to, but moves perfectly when he does.

You push him onto his back. Straddle him. His hands find your hips immediately, thumbs tracing circles on your hip bones.

"Eager," he says.

"Your fault."

"Everything's my fault."

"You love it."

"Yeah." His hands slide up your sides, your ribs, coming to rest just beneath your breasts. "I really do."

You lean down, kiss him, slow and deep. His hands cup your chest, thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks, and you gasp into his mouth.

"You're sensitive here," he observes.

"Shut up."

"Mm. Good to know."

You reach down between you, find him through his sweatpants. He's hard — had to be, given what he just did to you — and he hisses when your fingers wrap around him through the fabric.

"Fair's fair," you say.

"Don't—" His breath catches as you squeeze. "Don't tease."

"Thought you were patient."

"Not when it comes to you."

You smile, slow and wicked, and pull his sweatpants down.

You take your time with him the way he took his with you. He's vocal in his own way — not loud, but expressive. The way his head falls back. The way his fingers dig into the couch cushions. The way he says your name, drawn out, like it's the only word he remembers.

"Come here," he says, pulling at your hips. "Want you. Now."

You position yourself over him, and he helps guide you, his hands gentle despite the urgency in his eyes.

"You sure?" he asks.

"Seishiro. I've never been more sure of anything."

He looks at you. Really looks. His gray eyes are soft, unguarded, full of something that makes your chest ache.

Then he pulls you down, and you sink onto him, and the world narrows to the feeling of him inside you, the warmth of his hands on your hips, the sound of his breath catching in unison with yours.

You move together in a rhythm that builds slow and steady, like a tide rising. His hands guide you, his hips meet yours, and through it all he watches you — not with intensity, not with hunger, but with wonder. Like he can't quite believe you're real, that you're here, that you chose him.

"I love you," you breathe, and it spills out of you like water, like the most natural thing in the world.

His eyes widen. His hands tighten on your hips. And then he's pulling you down, flipping you onto your back, driving into you from above, and his face is buried in your neck, and his voice is rough and broken against your skin.

"Love you too. Fuck—love you so much."

The rhythm changes. Deeper. Needier. His hand finds yours, pins it to the couch, fingers laced together. His breath is hot against your ear, his hips relentless, and you're climbing again, higher this time, the coil winding tight in your belly.

"Come for me," he murmurs. "Please. Want to feel you."

And you do. You shatter beneath him, crying out his name, and he follows a heartbeat later, his body shuddering against yours, his mouth pressed to your shoulder to muffle the sound.

You lie tangled together afterwards, the evening fully dark outside, your skin cooling in the air. He's still half on top of you, his head on your chest, your fingers in his hair. The blanket is somewhere on the floor. The curry sits cold on the coffee table.

Neither of you moves.

"Hey," he says after a long, quiet moment.

"Hey."

"That was—" He pauses, searching for a word. "Good."

"Just good?"

He lifts his head. Looks at you with those sleepy gray eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Life-changing," he corrects. "Better?"

"Better."

He settles back down, his cheek over your heart. His hand finds yours and holds.

"I love you," he says, soft and simple. "That's three times now. I'm going to run out of my monthly quota."

"Then I'll say it for both of us."

His thumb strokes your knuckles. His breathing slows.

"'Kay," he murmurs. "That works."

The night settles around you, warm and complete. And you stay like that, tangled and bare and wholly his, while the world outside does whatever it does — because here, in this room, in this moment, you have everything you need.

a/n: t-the curry 🥹🥹

[ohnoa]

. 凪 誠士郎 ⸝⸝ 𝑺𝑬𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑶 𝑵𝑨𝑮𝑰

dry texting 𑣲 jealous type 𑣲 aftertaste 04 𑣲

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[yogurtyuri]

Lazy morning with Nagi!

You woke up to the bright early sun shining through the thin curtains.

You shift to get up and use the bathroom but you can't seem to get up thanks to your boyfriend holding you back with a tight grip, not tight enough to hurt you though.

You look to your left and see Nagi peacefully sleeping but somehow has a tight grip on your waist.

You chuckle seeing his cheek smooshed against your chest, "Nagi stop holding me so tight I need to use the bathroom"

He huffs "Your doing way too much, just stay" You roll your eyes, you didn't have to pee that bad but you still wanted to get up.

"Nagi come on"

"But I'm already so comfortable, it's too much of a hassle to move now.." he says fully burying his face in your chest.

You sigh in defeat knowing you aren't gonna be able to get up any time soon now. You move your hand to his hair and start to slowly stroke his hair.

"Can we stay like this for just a few more minutes?"

"Sure" You say but you already know it's gonna eventually turn into an hour until he gets up, accepting your fate you end up falling asleep once again in your cozy embrace with Nagi.