Warnings: Bottom!nagi, riding, nagi being a lazy rat, SMUT, whimpering, pnv, idk what else to say ok just know this is smut ok
Nagi Seishiro sprawled across his bed like he’d never left it–as if the mattress was made for him and only him. His skin soaked in the low light bleeding through the grey rain that drummed against his apartment’s window, while the storm would restrict either of you from venturing into the city of Kanagawa, it wasn’t exactly in Nagi’s interest to leave the apartment anyway. His hoodie bunching around his ribs, sweatpants slung low enough to tease. He was busy, lost in the glow of his phone, one hand raised as he held the phone above his head, thumb lazily dragging through one of the many Gacha games as if you weren’t even there.
But you were. Straddling his waist, dragging his hood back with one hooked finger, mouth brushing hot over the pale expanse of his neck and collarbone, lips lingering on the bones and muscles that crossed your path, leaving soft, open-mouth kisses against each spot. Your other hand trailing slowly across his stomach, committing each dip and curve to memory, as if your body was reacting to him solely by his presence.
“Nagi…” You practically whine, hips moving unconsciously against his, the fabric of his sweatpants doing little more than nothing to hide the growing size that was brushing against your thighs. You were desperately searching for a reaction that Nagi was not ready to give up, not ready purely by how much effort it’d take to give the satisfaction.
“Hn? I’m comfy… Stop moving so much.” He hummed in response to your whining, eyes not even hesitating to leave his screen. His spare hand came out from behind his head, settling on your waist with practiced, almost lazy perfection that made your skin crawl with effortless ease. “Pay attention to me.” You didn’t mean to sound so bratty–your eyes trained on the hand that held you, his large fingers flexing around the loose shirt that adorned your body. He didn’t seem to care, no matter what–even with you straddling him, his hardened erection between your thighs that you could feel twitch with each movement you made.
“I am,” he muttered, finally giving you the satisfaction of glancing down at you–even if it was with the same bored expression as ever. His grip tightened, eyes adjusting to your form. “You’re warm,” he muttered. “Like a weighted blanket. Kinda perfect…” You couldn’t help but let a frown slip from your lips, grinding harder as you watched his brows knit together, restraining himself from reacting.
“You’re already on top of me.” He muttered, boredom dripping in his tone as his eyes ripped away from yours, looking back up at his phone. Lazily tapping with one hand, the other occupied with slow circular motions on your waist. You can’t help but huff, fingers slipping under the band of his sweatpants, the coarse material rough compared to the warm, silky skin under your fingers. He was already hard—more than hard, sweet satisfaction of pre-cum leaking from the tip. He knows he’s hard, he’s been more than ready to finish as soon as you climbed on him minutes ago.
“Let me ride you.” You murmur, barely a breath yet heavy with want. Nagi doesn’t say anything straight away, his hand staying trained to your waist as he stared at his phone, uncaring. His thumb pressed down into your skin, lazily drawing circles. “If you want.” He looked down at you, brows knitting together. “You’re too much of a hassle.” His words are lazy, yet you can feel the way his hips shift under you, subtle, such a slow grind that lets you feel the intense length that’s pushing against your thighs, begging to be released and kissing your entrance.
“Such a pain…” He muttered, barely above a whisper, as his fingers trailed down from your waist to the soft curves of your thighs, fingers tracing your soft skin before working their way back to your hips. His nails tap against you, a silent demand as he keeps his eyes fixed on his phone.
He’s cueing you to move. His eyes half lidded, unreadable, while his actions spoke louder than any of his words could. As always, you’ll have to work for the satisfaction of a response, a reaction. You lift your hips, his fingers hooking over the soft fabric of your panties, his thumb tracing bored lines. “It’s this wet already?” He almost let out a light scoff—the subtle tap of his phone filling the space before you reached for his sweats, pulling them down. He doesn’t help, doesn’t move, just lies there; his screen glowing against the soft light of the storm outside, as if he’s not a mere second away from bottoming out inside of you.
Your hands slid around his length, a shuddered breath of anticipation left you, blissfully forgotten about how thick he was. Your hand barely wrapped around the base, pre-cum leaking out the top as you lined him up. His thumb still held the thin fabric of your undergarments aside, yet as soon as you pressed against his entrance, he let go, hand tightening around your hip, his breath catching in his throat. And finally—the satisfaction you’ve been waiting for.
His phone dropped to his chest with a soft thud, the glow of the screen dulling from the contact with the fabric, his lips pursing as he darted between you, slowly wrapping around his length and your perfect eyes. “You’re warm already,” Nagi murmured, his hips bucking ever so slightly, helping his hardened length fit around you, the soft sounds of you taking him, the lewd feeling of your slick heat dripping over him filling the space, his eyes closing as he took a moment to adjust to the sensation. Both his hands settled on your hips, large, calloused palms practically closing in on you as he tugged you down further.
“Don’t stop—please..” It was far from a command, a sleepy and spoiled request, yet somehow it managed to have your head spinning. You move slowly, just how he likes it—the weight inside of you slowly stretching, the feeling of him twitching as your soft, velvety walls take him so easily, his pale eyes taking you in.
Brushing his phone aside, bliss softening your features as your body moved with his. You whimper—quiet and embarrassed as he twitched, guiding you further down until his hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you forward until you arched perfectly. His head tilted back, a long, soft groan leaving him as he felt his tip kiss your cervix. He couldn’t help but take over, keeping you in place, his head tilting back down to press into your soft hair, smelling the purest smell that was you, kissing your scalp as if it was a distraction. Dragging his hips in and out, feeling himself throb each time the cold air of your absence filled him.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He muttered against you, uncharacteristically pushing himself deeper, faster. The faint slapping of their exchange filling the apartment, his breath hitched as he felt you moan, loud and needy, as he managed to stuff himself completely inside. He felt his tip dribble with cum, your walls fluttering and tightening around him—constricting and forcing him to stay buried deep inside. “Close,” you murmured, yet Nagi already knew—he was painfully aware of it as soon as he felt the warmth and tightness seep around him.
Your body trembled in his grasp, barely able to keep yourself upright. His hands slid down to your ass, guiding you to meet each of his messy, uncoordinated thrusts. He buried himself so deep, each drag out felt like being split open all over again. Your moans crack into something timeless, desperately working yourself against him for that sweet release you’ve been chasing.
“Shit.. fuck, you’re so good—so tight, m’gonna…” His whole body is twitching, cock buried so deep as it kissed your insides, the heat building up, each throb being more intense than the last. His whole body is twitching—he’s not trying to hold back anymore, chasing the same high as you as he continued to thrust inside of you, an unrelenting pace that made your eyes squeeze close, fists clenching the fabric of his hoodie.
The feeling of him cumming inside you was priceless, better than any goal, better than any kiss. Throbbing so deep, his hips meeting yours as he rode out the high. The heat makes your body lock up, the sound that leaves your throat is wrecked—climax crashing over you like a wave as he pumped out the final moments of his high. You clench around him so tight it pulls a deep-throated groan as he cursed, it was so real—the most vocal he’d been all night. His lips parting against your head, desperately trying to keep yourself upright and as close as possible.
Coming down from your highs was no easier. He held you without wavering, lips dragging against your skin in lazy, open-mouthed kisses. Soft, slurred praises slipped from him as his cock twitched inside you—still buried, still pulsing, even as it slowly began to soften. He didn’t move. He didn’t want to.
“Sorry,” he mumbled against your shoulder, feeling the slick heat seeping out onto your thighs, a mix of your own slick and his release. His voice was hoarse, thick with heat.
“Couldn’t help it.” With a half-lidded glance, he shifted you easily, turning you to face him, hips never pulling away from yours. Now lying side by side, still joined, he let his arms curl around you completely. Holding you there, warm and full, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Such a hassle cleaning up…” Nagi whispered, breathless as he pulled you closer. He didn’t care about his phone for once, his half-lidded eyes trained on your lips as he leaned in, pressing gentle pecks to each soft feature of your face. “Don’t move.”
