#nagi

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.”

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part two

you always thought nagi was clingy, but nothing could’ve prepared you for having a son who looked exactly like him—and somehow acted even worse.

your little boy had his own room, decorated perfectly with his favorite things. soft walls painted his favorite color, shelves lined with toys, a big plush bed with a comforter that matched his tiny personality. you thought he’d be excited to have his own space, finally able to call a room his own. but no matter how many times you tucked him in there, kissed him goodnight, and told him sweet dreams, he always ended up sneaking into your room in the middle of the night.

“baby, you have your own room,” you’d tell him, already half-asleep as he wriggled between you and nagi, clutching his stuffed toy and rubbing at his tired eyes.

“don’t like it,” he mumbled against your arm, voice muffled but determined. “smells better here. smells like mama.”

from behind you, nagi let out a sleepy chuckle, his voice low and raspy from just waking. “he’s got a point.”

“sei, you’re not helping,” you grumbled, carding your fingers through your son’s messy white hair.

“‘s true, though.” nagi’s arm lazily tightened around your waist, making sure he had his spot secured as well.

and just like that, your bed became home base for not one but two velcro boys. nagi’s long arm always thrown lazily over both you and your son, as if he was reclaiming his territory, while your son’s tiny hands refused to let go of your shirt, even in his sleep.

mornings weren’t much easier. you usually woke up pinned—your son starfished across your chest, drooling into your shirt and snoring softly, while nagi coiled around your waist like a human-sized snake, his face buried in your neck and his breathing steady.

“mamaaa, don’t go,” your son whined when you tried to sit up, still half-asleep but immediately aware of your movement.

“stay, babe,” nagi muttered in the exact same tone, tightening his hold without even opening his eyes.

you groaned, flopping your head back against the pillow. “if i don’t get up, who’s going to cook breakfast?”

“delivery…” nagi mumbled without missing a beat.

“delibewy!” your son chirped, copying his dad perfectly, lips curling into a sleepy grin.

you sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “i’ve basically got twins.”

in the kitchen, it wasn’t any better. nagi leaned against the counter, watching you cook with hooded eyes like it was entertainment, while your son clung to your leg like a koala, making it nearly impossible to move from one counter to another.

“hungryyy,” nagi dragged out the word, his voice pitched just enough to sound pathetic.

“hungryyyyy,” your son echoed immediately, tugging at your shirt dramatically, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

you pinched the bridge of your nose. honestly, you didn’t know who needed actual attention more—your real baby or your oversized one.

by the time you managed to herd them into the living room, you thought you’d get a break. wrong. the moment you sat on the couch, nagi sprawled across your lap, long legs dangling over the side, head pillowed comfortably on your stomach. then your son came toddling over, climbing up onto the little sliver of space left, determined to wedge himself in.

“mama’s lap is mine!” he huffed, pushing at nagi’s side with his tiny hands.

“hey, don’t copy me,” nagi muttered, refusing to move and tightening his grip around your waist like a stubborn child.

“i copy you,” your son shot back smugly, puffing his cheeks in victory.

you looked between the two of them, their matching pouts making your head spin. it was like staring at a smaller, louder version of nagi arguing with the original. “see what you’ve created?” you glared at nagi over your son’s head.

“pretty cute, though,” nagi replied, utterly unbothered, even as your lap circulation slowly began to suffer.

errands were a whole new battlefield. dragging nagi out of the house was already hard enough, but with your son, it became a parade of clinginess. nagi shuffled along beside you, dragging his feet with a bored look, while your son waddled on your other side, clinging tight to your hand and swinging it back and forth.

“do i have to go?” nagi whined.

“yes.”

“me too?” your son parroted, looking up at you with big pleading eyes.

“yes, you too,” you said firmly.

at the grocery store, it got worse. nagi leaned heavily against the cart like he might collapse if he had to stand on his own, while your son sat inside with his arms folded across his chest, mimicking his dad’s pout. both of them gave you identical lazy stares as if shopping was the most exhausting thing in the world. passersby gave you sympathetic (or amused) looks—like you were wrangling not one child but two.

finally, bedtime rolled around again. you tried once more to settle your son into his room, tucking him under his blanket with kisses on his forehead. he smiled sleepily, promised to stay this time, and even hugged his plush a little tighter like he meant it. but by 2 a.m. you felt the mattress dip and a tiny body crawl between you and nagi again.

you opened your eyes just in time to see nagi, half-asleep, lifting the blanket to let him in like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“sei,” you whispered, watching your son curl against you with his plushie, sighing as his small fingers immediately latched onto your shirt again. “you’re spoiling him.”

“he just wants you,” nagi shrugged, his voice thick with sleep as he pulled you both closer with one arm. “same as me.”

“mama’s mine,” your son murmured into your chest, already halfway back to dreamland.

“no, mine,” nagi countered softly, pressing his face into your neck with the faintest smirk.

you sighed, trapped between your two velcro babies—one small, one oversized, both equally stubborn. exhausting? yes. overwhelming? definitely. but as their warmth surrounded you and their breathing evened out in sync, you realized you wouldn’t trade this for anything.

your life now was full of clinginess, mimicry, and a whole lot of patience. and honestly? it was perfect.

giving nagi his first ever blowjob ۶ৎ

꒰ 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.

cw⌇ oral f.receiving ◞ fingering

Nagi had never gone down on a girl before. He’d seen porn, sure, heard locker room stories, some good, some awful. The kind that made it sound like a gamble, too strong, too bitter, too wet, too weird. He never really understood the appeal. Seemed like effort, and effort wasn’t exactly his thing.

But this was different. You were different.

You were lying beneath him on his bed, bathed in soft moonlight, your shirt already pushed up, panties damp and clinging to your heat. Your thighs were spread just enough for him to fit between them, one of your hands buried in his messy hair, the other curled around his wrist.

“Are you sure?” you whispered, breathless.

Nagi blinked slowly, pupils blown wide. “Yeah,” he said, rougher than usual. “Wanna taste you.”

He didn’t sound cocky, rather curious and hungry. He kissed down your stomach, dragging his lazy tongue across your skin, hands settling on your hips like he needed something to ground him.

When he reached the waistband of your panties, he paused. With both hands, he tugged them down slowly. His breath hitched. You were already wet, glistening, flushed, and so warm he could feel the heat radiating off you before his mouth even touched you. And the smell wasn’t like he expected.

Not strong or weird or off-putting. It was sweet. Yeah, sweet and soft, and addictive. It made his head feel fuzzy.

He leaned closer, burying his face between your thighs with a curiosity that felt like compulsion. The first lick was tentative. One slow drag of his tongue from your dripping entrance up to your clit.

He stopped and froze. Then groaned. A real, guttural, needy sound from deep in his chest, like something inside him had just snapped.

He pulled back slightly, wide eyes blinking up at you like he was in a trance. “You taste…” he murmured. “Holy shit.”

Then he dove back in. Gone was the lazy hesitation. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders, spreading you wider as he licked you with long, hungry strokes, tongue swirling around your clit like he needed to memorize every inch of you.

Every lick was messier, deeper, filthier. He slurped noisily, moaning against your pussy as his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked just right. Your back arched.

“S-Sei—” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

He didn’t stop, or slowed down. His hips were grinding into the mattress, because he couldn’t take it either. Your thighs started to tremble, your moans coming quicker as his tongue moved faster, more confident with every second. He was fucking you with it now, licking into your core like a man starved, like he’d been missing this his whole life and had no idea.

You came on his tongue with a loud cry, your body shaking beneath him, and he didn’t let go. Not even for a second.

He kept going. Lapping up everything you gave him, groaning like he was drunk on your taste, like this was the greatest thing he’d ever experienced.

“Shit,” he whispered, pulling back, long enough to look up at you. His chin was slick, his hair wild, eyes glazed over. “You’re fuckin’ delicious. Can’t stop.”

You whimpered. He slid two fingers into you, and curled them just right as his mouth latched back onto your clit. You nearly screamed. Your hand flew over your mouth as your hips jerked against his face, but nagi didn’t stop. He moaned into you again, tongue flicking hard now, fingers fucking you deep and steady like he’d done this a hundred times. Like he was born to do this.

“You’re gonna come again,” he murmured into your folds, lips brushing your swollen clit. “C’mon, baby. Let me taste it.”

Your orgasm hit even harder this time. You cried out, hips lifting off the bed, thighs squeezing his head as he kept licking, sucking, working you through every wave until your body went limp beneath him.

Only then he slowed down he kissed your inner thigh gently - one, two, three times - before resting his cheek against it, eyes closing.

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contains rin , sae , reo , nagi , shidou