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organic-bloodbath · 3 months ago

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i love ur chishiya fics so much, can u please write something about niragi because im starving over here 😔🙏🏻

3 times a charm (or maybe the 6th?)

Niragi x Reader

Summary: Five times Niragi tried to flirt with you and that one time when he succeeded.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut -> minors get out

A/N: Thank you ♡ I've needed to get Niragi smut out of my system. Hope you're well fed now for a moment.

Part 2

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One

You arrived to the Beach with Arisu and Usagi. Half of the people at the pool party stopped and turned to look at you, making you feel a little awkward of the attention you were pulling to yourself.

A few people introduced themselves to you, until you noticed a certain man looking at you from head to toe, his stare more intense than the others there.

"Hey there, pretty face," a man with black hair smirked, walking towards you. "What's your name?"

You rolled your eyes, already able to tell what kind of man you were about to be dealing with. "What's it to you?"

"Well, i'd like to have a name to call you with, but i can keep 'pretty face' too if you're into that," he smiled.

You hesitated for a few seconds, studying his face for a moment. He was probably around your age, certainly taller than you and, you had to admit, quite a good-looking too. "Y/N."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he smirked and offered his hand to you. "Niragi. Pleasure to meet you."

You hesitantly took his hand in yours to shake it, but when he had a grip on you, he yanked you forward so fast that you almost tripped, crashing against his chest. He lifted your face upwards to make eye contact with you by his forefinger under your chin.

"Can't wait to get to know you better, Y/N," he said quietly, biting his lower lip as he quickly glanced at your lips. It happened so fast you could have easily imagined it though.

Him saying your name outloud made your heart flutter a little, and his words were about to make you slightly blush, so you were fast to brush his hand off your face and return to hang out with Arisu and Usagi.

"I don't think so," you said right before you left him alone.

You could feel Niragi's stare on you when you walked away from him without another word.

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Two

You were on your way to the pool when Niragi appeared behind a corner, almost crashing on you.

"There you are," Niragi greeted, a smile spreading on his face.

"Um, hello?" you slowly said, confused and eyebrows furrowed.

Niragi pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall. He trapped you there, hands on both sides of your head.

"Finally got you alone, princess," Niragi grinned. "Want to have some fun, hm?"

"I'll pass," you stated coldly, face completely serious. Niragi slowly dropped his hands down, moving to rest them on your hips instead.

"Come on, princess. I can make you feel so –"

You lifted your leg, your knee kicking him hard on his crotch. Niragi folded in half in pain, falling on his knees on the floor. You pushed him to lay on his back, keeping him there by laying your foot on his chest. His face looked genuinely surprised.

"Call me princess again and i won't be as gentle with you anymore," you gritted between your teeth.

Niragi only grinned. "Sorry, but your effort of intimidating me backfired a little because that was actually pretty hot."

You just huffed and left him to lay there without another word.

"You'll give in at some point, sweetheart!"

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Three

You were laying by the pool in your red bikinis when you felt a shadow landing on top of you.

"You're blocking the sun," you muttered.

You thought he had left you alone when the shadow was gone, but when you opened your eyes, you saw him laying down next to you, only a small gap between your bodies.

"Niragi, can you get it into your head already – i'm not going to sleep with you," you sighed, starting to get really annoyed.

"Hey, i didn't even mention anything about sex now, no need to get defensive," Niragi said but you saw the usual smug grin on his face. "You look good in bikinis though."

"Thanks," you spat with no actual gratitude. "What do you want?"

"I thought we should get to know each other better."

"You want to get to know me?" you asked, getting up enough to lean on your elbows. You narrowed your eyes, feeling suspicious. "Why?"

"You intrigue me," he admitted.

"I intrigue you?" you repeated, sure you heard him correctly. "Just because i'm pretty and i don't want to fuck you?"

Niragi let out a laugh. "Partly."

"There's literally dozens of girls here, why don't you go bother someone else?"

He turned to lay on his side, his body towards you. "Because you're different. We're more alike than you think."

"Yeah? How exactly are we alike?"

"First of all – you're hot, i'm hot."

"Me? Obviously. You? Debatable," you corrected him.

"Excuse me?" Niragi said, raising his eyebrows and pretending to act offended. "You don't think i'm hot?"

"I've seen better," you shrugged, trying to act all nonchalant.

"See, that's the second thing we have in common – mocking sarcasm," he pointed out.

"And a third thing?" you asked.

"We're both outcast."

"You don't even know me," you stated. "How can you know i'm outcast? I could have been the most popular and wanted girl in our school."

"Oh, i'm sure you were wanted by many, many guys," he grinned, eyeing your body again, until he narrowed his eyes, locking eyes with you. "But i can tell you were the black sheep. You don't follow and do what other people do just because the society tells you you should act certain way."

You furrowed your brows. You hated when people were able to read you. You wanted to deny every word he claimed to be true about you, but you couldn't do that.

"See, i knew i was correct," he said when he got only silence from you, clearly proud of himself.

"Shut up," you spat.

"What do i have to do for you to stop resisting my company so hard, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to bring you flowers or whatever the hell girls like to get as gifts?"

"Giving gifts shouldn't be an obligation," you said. "And i don't care about flowers."

"What do you care about then?" Niragi asked, narrowing his eyes and mentally taking notes.

"I know you only care about getting into my pants and i'm not that kind of girl."

To be honest, you'd had hookups with a few men you knew you'd never see again afterwards and you had nothing against that. Sometimes mindless sex with no commitments was what you needed, but for some reason you didn't want to give in to Niragi, no matter how good-looking you had to admit he was – you'd never say it outloud to his face though. You didn't want to make his ego any bigger.

"You're not, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to buy you a dinner first?"

"No, thank you," you refused and turned your face away from him. You closed your eyes and tried to ignore him, continuing to enjoy the sun.

"Well, what do i need to do to get your attention?"

"You could start by going away."

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Four

A guy approached you and this time, it wasn't Niragi. "Hey, there," he greeted with a smug grin on his face, eyeing you from head to toe. Way to go to be subtle. "What's your name, beautiful?"

"Too-good-for-you," you responded and crossed your arms against your chest, as if that would cover enough of you wearing only the bikini top. You felt awfully exposed under his hungry gaze.

"Sassy, i like that," he grinned. "Come on, we should get to know each other." He stepped closer, while you took automatically a step back.

"No thanks," you said, trying to put a polite smile on your face.

"What's going on here?" a familiar voice asked, appearing next to you out of thin air. You smelled his cologne when he pulled you close to his side, arm around your waist.

The man, whose name you didn't know, made eye contact with Niragi, trying to look all defensive.

"Sorry, but i think i was talking to her, so i'd suggest you to leave," the man stated, and you were a little taken aback how directly he was defending himself to Niragi.

"I don't think so, pal," Niragi said, giving him a death stare. After a moment of trying to decide if he should stand up to Niragi or not, the man walked away, knowing Niragi owned a gun.

Nobody wanted to make a man, who owned a gun, angry.

You hadn't fully realised that Niragi was actually touching you, keeping you against him, since you had been partly even grateful that he had stepped in to get the man away from you. You quickly pushed him away.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"I'm not going to let other men touch my girl," he stated like saying a fact everyone should obviously know.

"I'm not your girl," you denied and crossed your arms.

"Yeah? Still, you didn't pull away when i grabbed you like this," he pointed out and pulled you against him one more time by your waist, his touch sending you goosebumps around your body, radiating to every direction from the spot his hand was resting. "Admit it, you like that i show others i've claimed you."

"You haven't claimed me!" you shouted, a little too loudly, trying to push him away from you but he wouldn't let go right away.

"Tell yourself whatever you want, pretty face," Niragi smirked.

You didn't want to admit it to yourself but you did like it when he had his hand on your skin.

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Five

"She's the witch! Let's burn her!"

A man lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you towards the fire outside.

"Let go of me!" you screamed.

You were hitting his back with your fists, trying to get him to let you down but his grip was too tight, and he didn't mind the little pain against his back you were causing. You were trying to kick him with your feet but it was no use, he was a lot stronger and bigger compared to you. You were starting to get awfully close to the fire.

Burning alive wasn't on your list of preferred causes of death.

"Hey, asshole!" someone yelled, making the man carrying you stop on his tracks. "Put the lady down immediately."

You recognised the voice easily, you'd recognise it everywhere by now.

"But, but she might be the witch!"

"Shut the fuck up and put her down," Niragi commanded.

He let you down, probably having a gun pointed at his face. As you had been put down, that same man fell down on the ground almost instantly, a bullet pierced right through his forehead.

"Was that really necessary?" you asked and crossed your arms against your chest.

"He was just about to throw you in the fire," he stated, stepping closer to you, only a little gap between your bodies. You didn't back away from him. "A thank you would be nice."

"Well, thank you," you muttered and avoided eye contact with him, but he turned your face towards him with his hand on your cheek.

"Don't you think i deserve a kiss for saving you?" Niragi asked, lifting his left eyebrow.

"A kiss?" you asked, not sure if you heard him correctly. "You genuinely want only one kiss?"

"Yes."

"I don't think so," you chuckled.

"Come on, sweetheart, it's only a kiss, i'm not going to start ripping your clothes off," Niragi smirked. "We don't have time for that right now."

"On the cheek," you insisted.

"Better than nothing."

You rolled your eyes and leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, but just in time he turned his head so that you kissed him straight on his lips.

You gasped in horror and was about to slap him on the cheek, but he figured out you'd lift your hand to do that and grabbed your wrist.

"Calm down, princess," Niragi said, smile on his face. "You can admit that you liked it."

"I didn't," you stated, but a part of you would have wanted to do that again. Properly to see how his lips really felt like on yours.

"Tell yourself whatever you want." He winked at you and then left you alone, resting his gun against his shoulder.

For a moment you looked after him, keeping your finger on your lower lip, cheeks warming up a little bit.

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Six

You had entered the King of Clubs game with your friends, and had surprisingly gotten the man who had become obsessed with you along – Niragi, of course.

Currently, you were standing next to Niragi, just the two of you, facing a man from the opposite team. You didn't have much time left to beat the game, your team was losing and your death was near. Still, you had to take every point you'd get.

Niragi offered his hand to you. You only looked at it with a slight disgust on your face.

"Come on," Niragi rolled his eyes. "It's just for the game."

You hesitantly took his hand in yours, raising your points to 5400. You managed to touch the man, adding 500 points for your team and making the man curse under his breath.

"See how good team we are," Niragi leaned in to whisper into your ear, his hot breath on your skin sending tingles down your spine.

You tried to yank your hand off but Niragi wouldn't let go.

"Niragi, let go of me," you groaned.

"But your hand feels so nice," he complained.

"Nice?" You lifted your eyebrows. "My hand feels nice?"

"Yeah, it's softer than i imagined," Niragi plainly said.

"You've imagined what my hand would feel like?" you asked.

"Sweetheart, i've imagined what your entire body would feel like on mine," Niragi whispered, now standing in front of you, extremely close.

"I told you, i'm not going to sleep with you," you insisted.

"Mhm," he hummed. "You know that our team is clearly losing and we only have 15 minutes to live. Might as well use it better than dwelling on self pity how we're going to die soon. Don't you think?"

Niragi lifted his hand on your cheek, but you brushed it off and turned around to leave. Before you were able to get further than a few steps, Niragi grabbed your elbow, pulling you back.

"Why don't we finish what we should have started at the Beach, hm?" he murmured in your ear, standing behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist. "We're gonna die anyway soon so why waste the time just sitting around when we can make a use of it?"

Niragi had tried to get your clothes off since the day he first saw you but you had resisted him every time he was about to put his hands on you.

The only thing you were able to think about right now was that you truly were going to die soon. There was no hope for you anymore, for none of your friends. Why not replace all that pouting and depressed waiting with one round of mindless, meaningless sex - even if it was with Niragi.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you mumbled and turned around, seeing the hungry smirk on his scarred face. You were going to hate yourself for this but you didn't care to think anymore, sure you were dead meat already.

You pulled Niragi into a kiss, and he didn't hesitate a moment longer to kiss you back, forcefully sneaking his tongue inside your mouth to taste every part of you.

He pulled your top off, admiring the view of your bare upper body. He was about to unclasp your bra as well, but you slapped his hand away.

"Even though we're about to die, you don't get to see everything," you stated seriously, amusing Niragi.

"I like how hard to get you're constantly playing with me," he smirked. "Even now."

He pushed you against the red container behind you, your bare back being glued on the cold metal. Niragi pulled your shorts down and didn't hesitate a second longer, pushing two fingers into your vagina, making you let out a loud gasp.

"Yes, be as loud as you can, princess," Niragi murmured and pumped his fingers harder inside you, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spots, as if he had done this to you already many times before.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, but then he pulled his fingers off and started unbuckling his belt to get his pants off. You shot him an angry glare.

"Time's running, we don't have time to do everything and i want to cum inside your sweet little pussy before i die," he growled, making you even more aroused than before.

He stroked his cock a few times and then pushed inside you. You let out a loud moan, not able to keep it down.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted against your neck.

He grabbed your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist and didn't let you adjust more than a few seconds, starting to push in and out of you roughly.

Having him inside you, you started to regret a little for pushing him away at the Beach. You didn't want to admit it to yourself though. You didn't want him to know that he had finally won after his several attempts, but being inside you he was well aware of that.

Just now you realised how much you truly had craved sex and having someone this close to you – even if it was Niragi.

He moaned and grunted against your neck as he fastened his pace. He started sucking on different spots around your neck until he found one which made you insane and feel so good. You could feel his tongue piercing against your skin, the metal ball feeling slightly cold.

"Oh my god," you moaned, grabbing his hair roughly with your fingers.

You were starting to reach your climax, sharp nails digging on his shoulders, most definitely leaving marks. He came right after you, his body squeezing you harder against the large container when he let his body relax a little bit, but still managing to keep you up and not make you fall on the ground.

"My god, you felt so good," Niragi sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear, taking you into a hungry kiss.

Suddenly, a familiar female voice spoke again.

"The scores have changed," the voice announced. "The player team now leads with 500 points."

Both you and Niragi stopped moving, breaking the kiss, freezing to your places as you turned your heads to the large white screen showing the scores of both teams.

"What the-"

"Fuck," you breathed out.

There was only a minute left of the game by now and your team was suddenly winning. You weren't going to die? What the hell had Arisu and the others done?

Niragi looked at you, grinning.

"Well, well," he mumbled. "I guess we can have a round two some other day, since we won't die after all."

You scoffed, pushed him off you and pulled your shorts back on.

"Not going to happen," you denied and shook your head, pulling your top on as well. Right after, Niragi pulled you towards him, your back against his chest once again.

"Well, i'm sure we'll end up in another situation where we're gonna die in a few minutes and you'll need a quick last minute fuck," Niragi said and lowered his voice into a whisper, speaking right into your ear. He brought his hand up and massaged your left breast. "I'll be there waiting for you, princess."

You pushed him off again, a little too roughly. Cum was dripping down your leg. You brushed the cum on your hand and cleaned it on Niragi's shirt.

"Oh you want to attach your smell on me so i surely won't stop thinking about you, huh?"

"Think whatever you want, i don't care. I just don't see a sink or toilet paper here to clean myself up right now."

Arisu, Kuina and Usagi saw you and Niragi approaching them a few minutes later.

"Where have you two been?" Usagi asked, looking genuinely worried with her furrowed brows. "We've been looking for you."

Niragi smirked. "Wouldn't you want to know."

You smacked him on his chest and gave him a death stare. "Not. A. Word," you gritted through your teeth.

Your words managed to only amuse Niragi even more.

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thecheshireprincess · 2 months ago

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Cat and Mouse

Chishiya x F!Reader x Niragi

Summary: A sexy game of cat and mouse, but how fair is it when there's two cats and just one mouse?

Content Warning: NSFW (18+); porn with some plot, smutty smut, just smut fr, threesome, Chishiya and Niragi are both dominant with reader; Niragi is more dominant with Chishiya, curse words, this is smut in case I didn't mention it

I won't tell anyone what or what not to do, but please interact responsibly ✨️

A/N: I should be put down for this immediately

You had asked for this.

No, you had begged for this. It was all a part of your carefully crafted plan to get both of your boyfriends in bed with you together. To cultivate that final connection to complete your little love triangle.

Because having two handsome, smart, sexy boyfriends was a miraculous thing in such a bleak world, but having the three of you all be together would be next level. Earth shattering, even. You wanted it so much that it hurt. Everyone at The Beach knew that you were Niragi's girl. That kept you safe, ensured that no one looked at you without good reason much less hurt you in any way. They also knew you were Chishiya's girl. That made sure they respected you, that they knew you were smart and cunning to be able to draw emotions from a man like him. Most people referred to you as a throuple, always together, rarely one without the others. What they didn't realize was that while there was a line connecting you to each Niragi and Chishiya, you were missing that third line. The one that connected the men together.

It was there, you knew it. Felt it. But along with their similarities came a deep stubbornness to remain in quiet competition over you that you needed to break. You knew they cared for each other; you saw it in the way Chishiya's eyes softened in worry when his steady hands patched Niragi up after a particularly challenging game. You saw it in the way Niragi's jaw tightened when someone said something snarky in passing about the blonde - "Wanna say that again?" Of course they didn't. And you? You felt partially empty every time you laid down with just one of them at night, having just one of them between your legs, being filled with cum by just one of them. You needed both of them. All the time.

And tonight, you were finally doing something about it. "Hunt me," you'd said seductively to the two of them, "Catch me if you can, and whoever does gets to have me tonight." Chishiya had scoffed, the simplicity of the task you were asking of them hardly worth the effort if it meant that he'd just have you tomorrow night instead. But Niragi's eyes had sparkled in amusement, a predatory grin spreading across his face, "Fuck yes." So similar those men of yours, but so different too. But if Niragi was playing your game, Chishiya would play too and he would win, no matter how frivolous it seemed.

So that is how you found yourself creeping quietly through the thorny brush at the edge of the resort's fencing. You have no plans of getting caught by either of them, no. Your game is slightly more fixed than you'd let on. You're in your skimpiest bikini, the one that neither of them are thrilled about you leaving the room in. They'd both laid eyes on you once already, their pupils dilating to shining black orbs when they had. You plan to keep letting them get just close enough to get excited a few times, then nimbly slipping through their fingers. Waiting for them to get hot, flustered, and irritated. Then they'll come storming back into your room ready to fuck you. And hopefully each other.

Niragi is not difficult to avoid. The man is loud, behavior spontaneous and erratic. Every once in a while he shoots his rifle in the air or at the ground, loving the way adrenaline flows through him at the loud cracks. You want to roll your eyes at his childlike behavior, but right now it is working in your favor.

Based on the sounds echoing out through the courtyard, you know the man is about to round the corner of the building in search of you. Lucky for you, the strange overgrowth of plants and vines that have been taking over Tokyo have recently extended to this back area of The Beach; coating even the colored gingko trees that stood majestically around the property. Double lucky for you, you are a deft and skilled climber.

Testing one of the vines hanging from a tree to your right, you prepare yourself to swing on it up and away from your boyfriend. But first, you stand enticely with a hand at your hip, twirling the vine playfully in your hand like it could be a whip in another life. Niragi whistles out as he sees you in the courtyard. "Fuck, angel. Wanna show me what you're planning to do with that?" he drawls in a gravelly low tone, the sound traveling straight to your core. You nearly crumble, coming close to waving your metaphorical white flag.

A sweet, playful grin spreads on your face as you let out a chuckle, "Perhaps another time? Looks like I have to go!" You pull back with the vine, getting a running start to swing up into the tree as Niragi reaches to snatch you. He snarls as he barely misses your ankle, and you land gracefully in the neighboring tree. Niragi is not particularly fast, so you are able to deftly move from tree to tree in pursuit of your next destination - the pool. You hear him call out from below, "Just wait until I get my hands on you, angel!" You can't wait.

The crowded pool deck was not a good place to hide from Niragi; his presence made people part like the Red Sea, and especially so if he was looking for you. No, those jerks had no loyalty - they'd hand you straight over to him in a second. It was, however, a fine place to hide from Chishiya. Your shorter blonde boyfriend would never have the patience, nor the height to look for you in a crowd like this.

The flashing strobe lights streak bright colors across your face as you carefully filter your way through the sweaty bodies bumping and grinding against one another. Eyes shift in every direction, searching for his characteristic white hoodie - you need to be on high alert now.

That little performance should be enough to have your boyfriends' pants fitting a little bit tighter, so you sneak away toward the side of the resort that houses your room. You jump up on top of the air conditioning unit to scale the wall, grabbing onto the window ledges to swing yourself up. Luckily, you're only on the third floor, and you stealthily climb back through the unlocked window to your room with ease. Releasing your hair from the ponytail it had been in, you sprawl yourself just so across your cozy bed to wait for your cats to return to you.

Unlike Niragi, Chishiya is like a little ninja; covert and stealthy. You've often considered putting a bell around his neck because of the number of times he's nearly given you a heart attack just appearing beside you. You reach the outdoor bar, pulling yourself up to sit on the granite bar top. Tatta smiles when he sees you, coming over to see what's up. "Tatta! Have you seen Chishiya?" He nods knowingly, eyes focusing behind you but not responding.

"Looking for me, sweetheart? I thought we were looking for you," his monotone voice drawls, approaching the bar from behind you. You squeal in anxious anticipation, thinking you might have let him get a little too close this time.

Tatta, who is decidedly an incredible friend, looks between the two of you rapidly before reaching out to pull you onto his side of the bar. You flash him a dazzling grin of thanks, dropping to the floor and crawling out the open back of the bar. You disappear into the brush once more, but not before hearing the blonde call out to you, "You'll be back on your knees just like that when I catch you!" Fuck yeah, Chishiya, you're in.

You begin to get antsy after about thirty minutes, the anticipation of them finding you building in your chest and pooling in your core. At long last, you can hear Niragi's booming voice berating Chishiya in the hallway, the two of them arguing already about who was closest to winning. Showtime.

The door slams open, both men spilling into the room in irritation. Niragi is already shouting nonsense about how he'd been closest to catching you, so he was the winner; his pent-up frustrations obvious in his jeans. Chishiya is in no better shape and retorts sharply but at a much lower decibel.

"Join me, both of you," you command, patting the spots on the bed on either side of you. "You both found me, and now I want you both to have me. Together," you breathe. Chishiya sucks in a breath, turning away from you and Niragi's face snaps to yours in disbelief. This was not a new conversation; you've tried before to bring them together. Stubborn.

You giggle from the anxiety, "Please, just this once - we'll go slow, I promise. I have to know what it's like to have you both here at the same time. I'm begging." Chishiya chews on his cheek in thought, Niragi glancing in annoyance between the two of you. You can see through both men; they're both horny as hell, and neither are likely to deny you, their princess, something that you want so badly.

Despite their relentless hesitation, both Niragi and Chishiya obey your whims and sit on either side of you. The former glares at you, arms crossed over his chest as he waits; the latter facing away from you toward the window instead. A heavy blanket of lust is spread over the three of you, the tension feeling thick enough to slice through with a knife.

You pull yourself up against the velvety headboard of your bed, crossing your legs underneath you and wrapping your arms around Niragi's neck to drag him into a wrathful kiss. You can feel the quick thump of his pulse in his neck, your kiss quickly turning to all tongue and teeth. His large hands easily slip under your tiny bikini top, thumbs rubbing roughly over pebbling nipples. A salacious moan escapes you as Niragi bites your lower lip, taking the opportunity to lick sensually into your mouth. Your stomach clenches as you notice how Chishiya finally turns towards you in response, obviously wanting to make you moan like that too. Your left arm reaches out to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

Your pulse thunders in your chest in anticipation as you pull away from Niragi and lock your spit soaked lips with Chishiya's. He is much more patient in his kisses, taking his time in mapping out every inch of your plush lips with his own. Niragi licks and nips his way up your right arm, pressing the cool metal of his tongue ring against the crook of your neck. The contrast of his warm, wet tongue and the cool metal never fails to leave your head spinning.

Chishiya's dexterous fingers find the waistband of your bikini bottoms, dipping easily underneath to spread your dripping folds for him. He smirks between open-mouthed kisses, "So wet, sweetheart. Desperate for us, hm? Tell us what you want, baby." Your head falls backwards in a needy moan, because fuck yes. This is exactly what you've been waiting for. You nearly wail, "Please, Chishiya!" Niragi halts his ministrations on your neck - where you're certain he's left multiple colorful bruises - to study your desperate face. "Please what, babe? Use your words," he coos almost mockingly. You feel utterly wrecked by the two of them already; both men staring at you expectantly, eyebrows furrowed, and swollen lips parted.

Your pussy clenches around nothing, your arousal blooming more urgently in your belly. "Fuck me with your fingers, baby, pleaaaase," you whine, any shame of telling the men what you wanted dissipating as the burn of your longing courses through you. Chishiya is quick to oblige, slipping two fingers into your cunt, an obscene squelching noise giving away just how turned on you've become in such a short amount of time. A growl rumbles in Niragi's chest, the man pushing your bikini top to the side, taking one of your perky nipples into his mouth and massaging the other between two fingers. His left hand snakes down to join Chishiya near your core, swirling his middle finger on your clit.

Both men feel foggy, heads clouded with desire just listening to your lewd mewls and cries; pride that they have ravaged you like this without even undressing yet. When Chishiya curls his fingers toward your spongey spot, you reward him with a low, broken moan that brings Niragi's attention back up to your face. You have never looked more stunning to him than in this moment, eyes half-lidded and mouth agape as Chishiya works you ever closer to your release. He looks up at the blonde, too, a familiar longing burning in his core. The way the cat-like man looks at you, his angel, as he expertly drives his fingers in and out of your pussy. Niragi realizes that he is so fucked, he does want both of you. More than anything.

Even through your haze of nearing your peak, you see the way Niragi looks now at Chishiya. It's now or never, you decide. One hand comes to gently caress Niragi's face, your left one doing the same to Chishiya, both men maintaining their pace on your core. You press your lips seductively against the former's lips first, moaning at the taste of him on you, before turning your head to the left to capture Chishiya's lips once more. It's now, while both men are watching you hungrily, that you tenderly guide their faces to each other.

Your heart drums in excitement, pressing another chaste kiss to the corner of Chishiya's mouth and then the same to Niragi. After what feels like a century of you waiting with bated breath, the two allow their lips to crash together fervently. Mentally, you squeal and cheer for them. Outwardly, Chishiya is still working you on his fingers, Niragi circling your sweet spot; both men moving more urgently as they lick experimentally into each other's mouths. Your orgasm crashes over you at the sight of your two boyfriends joined together in a passionate kiss, both of them turning back to you to watch their favorite show when you squeal for them.

Niragi's eyes are black as charcoal, grabbing onto your hips to keep you from writhing away from them, "Good fucking girl, baby. Such a good girl when you cum for Chishiya." His praise makes your pussy flutter around Chishiya's fingers, the man groaning as he continues to pump in and out, guiding you gently through your orgasm.

When Chishiya pulls his fingers out of you, your arousal dripping down onto your silky sheets, a wicked idea comes to you. Gripping Chishiya's wrist, you pull his fingers to Niragi's mouth to let him suck your arousal off of him. You groan when Niragi wraps his lips around Chishiya's long digits, maintaining first eye contact with you and then shifting eye contact to the blonde in front of him. Fuck. You see how Chishiya's breath hitches at the intimate contact, clearly surprised by how much he's enjoying it.

You don't think you've ever whined so much in your life. You've certainly never been this turned on, your pussy dripping through your bikini bottoms and soaking the bed under you. Your neighbors absolutely know what's going on in here, and you don't care; you hope they're listening. Niragi releases Chishiya's fingers with a wet pop, grinning down at you. "Now that I've got a little taste, I want the whole thing," he growls, hooking his arms around your thighs and dragging you roughly to the edge of the bed pulling a high pitched yelp from you. He kneels with his torso pressed still against the end of the bed, pulling your soaked through bottoms off and tossing them somewhere in the room. It doesn't matter. You are never wearing that suit out of this room again. The man takes his time, biting and kissing every inch of the soft, supple skin of your inner thighs, making you whimper out in excited anticipation.

Chishiya strokes a thumb over Niragi's swollen marks on your neck, leaning down to claim your lips once more and silence your whining. His warm hands wander to help remove the tiny bikini top still clung to your chest, goosebumps trailing in their wake. Your entire body jolts as Niragi finally licks his tongue up through your folds, his metal piercing catching deliciously against your clit. He hums against you as his tongue cleans up the mess Chishiya made of you - that they made of you - the vibrations traveling through you like an electric current.

The pleasure of their combined ministrations against your body brings you near the edge of your orgasm once more. Niragi feels how your pussy floods with arousal, talented lips coming to suction around your clit, suckling deeply and slipping two fingers into your wet heat to give you something to squeeze around. He knows his angel needs to have something for her tight hole to cum around.

Chishiya, who was busy sucking marks into your belly and massaging your super sensitive nipples, looks up at your blissed out expression, smirking. "That feel good, sweetheart? You like the way Niragi eats your tight little pussy?"

That filth is all you need to hear, crying out desperately for both men, nearly crushing Niragi's head between your legs as you approach overstimulation. Niragi presses his hands firmly into your thighs, keeping you against him in the aftershocks of your peak. Your hands claw desperately into Chishiya's hair, pulling his head impossibly closer to you to deepen your kiss. His tongue takes the lead against yours, your orgasm washing over you entirely and swallowing you whole.

"Damn, angel. You taste so good, I could lay between your legs all day. Wanna taste?" He asks the man to your left, raising a pierced eyebrow. You think you've died and gone to heaven when Chishiya pulls Niragi's lips to meet his, instantly deepening the kiss to taste your arousal on his tongue. Yep, you knew this would be the hottest encounter on the planet.

You lay beneath the two men completely bare and panting still from two orgasms crashing through your body, watching in awe as Niragi runs his fingers through Chishiya's locks, pulling the blonde closer through them. Chishiya responds earnestly, wrapping his arms around Niragi's neck as their mouths move in tandem. You watch with widened eyes as the blonde enjoys the sensation of Niragi's tongue ring against his own, something you completely understand.

You realize that everyone in bed is overdressed except for you, and sit up to try and change that. You start with Chishiya, unzipping his white jacket the rest of the way to expose his chest and abdomen. The man assists you by shrugging the garment off his body, letting it pool to the floor. Your lips connect like magnets to his neck, running your hands over him as you suck colorful bruises into his porcelain skin.

Your fingers deftly find their way underneath his swim trunks, finally capturing his hard, leaking cock in your hand. A whimper escapes his mouth, only spurring you on further. Niragi watches your movements curiously, his heart hammering against his ribcage. He knew what he wanted, and why would he not take what he wants?

He grips onto your wrist, halting your movements against Chishiya's hardened member. You look at him questioningly, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Let me," he says, voice low and gravelly. Both you and Chishiya feel that in your cores, breathily moaning in tandem. Niragi's hand joins yours on Chishiya's cock at first, both of you pumping him as you find a pace that makes the blonde needy in the best way.

Your brain is starting to short circuit, watching your two loves finally coming together in pleasure. Your now empty hands come to work on removing Niragi's belt and unzipping his dark jeans. His cock springs out, hitting his abdomen when you finally release him from the restraint of the material. Your mouth salivates staring at the hardened member, flattening yourself to the bed between the two men to take his cock in your mouth without hesitation. Tongue swirling the tip, you taste the salty sweetness of his pre-cum dripping into your mouth. Chishiya's fingers easily find your clit, rubbing circles in pace with the rest of your motions. For the first time in your relationship with the two, all three of you are finally connected together.

Through heavy pants and delectable moans from all three of you, you decide you don't want to cum again like this. If this will be a one time encounter, you have a different idea.

You sit up, wrapping an arm around each of their necks, pressing a quick kiss to each of their lips. When you pull back to look at them, both are looking at you with a glazed, far away look. You rub a thumb on each of their cheeks, glancing between both of them as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Nerves are fluttering in your belly as you prepare to tell them what you want.

Chishiya notices your hesitation, pulling you closer to the two men to provide comfort. His hand comes to your cheek, stroking it gently. You feel Niragi's hand come to rest at your waist, also stroking gentle patterns into your skin.

"Go on, sweetheart. Tell us what you want," Chishiya coos. Niragi nods, "You know we won't say no to you, angel." You let out a shaky breath, heat pooling again in your core at how sweet and generous your lovers are. "It's just, I've waited so long for this, and I really really want to feel you both inside me. Together." Your eyes look down to study the soaked sheets, embarrassed despite all three of you literally being nearly naked together on the bed.

Niragi needs to hear no more, unbuttoning his shirt quickly and letting his jeans pool to the floor. The man lifts you easily with him to carry you to the couch against the wall. "Come on pretty boy, our princess needs us." Chishiya rolls casually off the bed to follow the two of you, allowing his swim trunks to fall to the floor as well.

Niragi sits on the couch, legs spread slightly. You whimper kneeling over him, feeling the blunt tip of his cock tease your entrance, your dripping pussy already soaking his length. "Fuck babe, so wet for us," he growls, wasting no time splitting you open on his hard cock. The man reaches out toward the blonde as you wail in pleasure, pulling him by his hand to join you.

Chishiya moves your hair out of the way to suck on your sweet spot from behind you, bringing one hand around to rub tight circles on your clit as Niragi pounds deep inside your pussy. You feel your body temperature rising, sweat starting to drip down your face, your walls fluttering tightly around his cock. Niragi reaches a hand down to gather your arousal, a ring of white already forming around the base of his cock. His soaked fingers wrap around Chishiya's hardened length to coat him in the slick that they've both pulled from you.

The blonde gasps at his touch, but doesn't shy away. No, it feels amazing having Niragi coat him in your slick. And Niragi? He could get used to the weight of Chishiya's member in his hand. Drooling at the thought of taking it into his mouth.

And you? Have died and gone to heaven.

"P-please Chishiya. Need to feel you too," you whine pathetically. So fucking desperate to have them both inside you. The man hums, still sucking on your neck while also bringing his hand to gather more of your slick, fingers grazing Niragi's balls as you continue bouncing on him. Niragi's pace stutters when Chishiya touches his balls. Holy fuck.

You've never felt so full in your life, Chishiya gently working his way into your other tight channel. Your head falls back on the blonde behind you, face contorting with the pleasure they are giving you. The two men move closer together, joining their lips once more as they find a pace that works for all three of you. Niragi smirks when he feels the way your cunt squeezes around his cock.

You are absolutely cockdrunk for them, head lolled back on Chishiya's shoulder, skin coated in a gorgeous sheen. Their absolute goddess. Niragi can feel his balls tightening, knowing it won't be long before he's filling your tight pussy with his cum. Chishiya is a sight for sore eyes too, eyebrows furrowed and sweat dripping. Your tight little hole squeezes his cock in a way that he's never felt before.

You wail incoherent strings of words to your boyfriends, the pace you've created together is brutal and you aren't going to last. Sweat is dripping from all three of you, desperate to keep moving. "N-niragi . . . C-chishiya . . . s'too much, gonna cum," you stutter, you are so fucking full.

Both men groan in response to your words, cocks throbbing deliciously inside you.

"Me too, angel. Gonna fill you up so well, my baby."

"Fuck, sweetheart. Can't hold it any longer."

Your entire body goes electric, your orgasm exploding through every nerve ending in your body. You're vaguely aware that you're screaming out, but you can't hear it, can't feel it. All you can feel is the blissful tingle of your high, and the incredible warmth blooming through you as your loves fill you to the brim with their cum.

You can just barely hear the men talking around you, your body falling limp against Niragi on the couch. "Good fucking girl, baby. You are such a good girl for us, we're so proud of you angel." You can feel his nails scratching down your back soothingly, your eyes unwillingly falling shut.

After you've all been cleaned up and are dressed for sleep, you lay cradled between the two. "Can we do that again sometime?" You ask hesitantly, unsure if maybe the two would regret what had just happened between you all.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

"Are you kidding?" Niragi speaks, "Now that I've had you both, I'm never letting either of you go."

Your triangle was complete, at long last.

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stlllle · 4 days ago

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I hate when I go read a fanfic and it feels like I’ve already read every single version of that story. Nothing ever feels new anymore, it’s so frustrating 😔

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 6 months ago

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♧ Xmas Times ♧ Various AIB!Boys x GN!Reader

AU: No-Borderlands - Established Relationships with all of them - SFW - Banda is still red flag - grammar mistakes -

ARISU

Soft boy! He loves this month. Not only because he gets an excuse to buy new lights and re decorate him room and gaming room. He actually decorates the whole aparment.

"Its never too early too set up the tree" Him probably

If you two are living together its going to be a hell of a month in the good way. Arisu LOVES IT. He is going to look out for different activities around the city and take you there. Try the new sweets and even go and buy matching sweaters and socks.

Loves to cuddle with you on the sofa while drinking hot cocoa, corny films ? Yes. Hell yes. He is all up for them even if he knows the ending.

MISTOLETE KISS!! Uses any chance to get you both under one and kiss you. Depends on his mood where he is going to kiss you but nose and lips are his firsts options.

CHISHIYA

This Man never cared over festivities and would actually to and take the xmas turn at the hospital to keep himself away from it.

Quiet insensitive about it and sees it most like a way of corporations to get money.

Plus he never got to experience a good xmas with his family..

Its up to you to take on the decorations and xmas mood!! He Will let you do whatever you want with the aparment as long as it does not touches his home office.

If you two prefer to mostly ignore it then its just another month. But Chishiya Will take xmas off and stay with you.

Gets you a big suprise present and when you do the same for him, he tries his best just how happy he is.

NIRAGI

Maybe you never imagine this, but he loves this month. During his childhood him and his mother would have the best of times setting up the tree and getting decorations, making cookies and singing xmas songs.

So yes, he expects quiet the same now that he is with you.

Like Arisu, he uses this time to buy more lights, the house looks like a dance place during night. Because he cant settle down for one color.

Will make you a cute interactive game that ends with "Happy Xmas, I love you"

Now wont admit it, but please cuddle him. Specially on cold mornings, he loves the natural heat more than having the califaction going on.

Kisses your head all the time and gets you a scarf tras too big For you. He thinks you look adorable.

TATTA

Another soft boy who has no idea what to do. If he is honest he cant really recall a special memory of xmas so he is lost and doing the standar things.

Totally checks the internet to see whats he is supposed to do.

Gets you tons of presents (five at least) because he feels like he is not at home a lot since his work gets more demanding during this month.

Get him a toy car with a controlled and he is the happyest guy alive.

Does not waste a chance on kissing you. Does not care if its on public or at home. Because to him its not only xmas but love season as well!!

BANDA SUNATO

He likes it because red blood goes amazing with white snow.

Really. The only time he leaves the city and goes to the countryside to hunt down peopel in the woods.

Does not care much for presents or decorations.

Just get him a New knife and he is happy, let him use it on you and its even better.

KARUBE

Man he is burned out with his bar. This month is demanding for him. Gets home late and tired. If you caress his hair and tell him sweet nothings he becomes a puppy.

Asks you to help him out decorating the bar (and Arisu) it ends looking amazing and then you make a personal competition to make your aparment with him look even better.

Is amazed how you managed to over due yourself.

Get him hawaii shirts please. Even if its no the time for it. He loves them and hates snow clothes.

The most kisser one.

You bet he adds mistelotes at home and at the bar. And is so ready to jump over you at any moment.

AGUNI

Asks you to help him decorate his flower shop but not too much cause he is worried the flowers Will suffer.

Sings xmas songs softly when he thinks you are not near (you are, you recorder him).

The xmas tree looks healthy and Aguni its so proud of how it looks he cant stop taking pictures of it.

Gets all flustered when you give him presents during the month. And wonders how did you get such a comfortable sweater for him ? Since he is all muscles?

Well he doubles it getting you a big Teddy bear.

#alice in borderland #aib imagine #aib imagines #chishiya x reader #banda sunato x reader #arisu x reader #tatta x reader #aguni x reader #karube x reader #niragi x reader

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dreamwavesexploringreality · 9 months ago

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A NEW PERSPECTIVE

Chishiya x reader

Based on a request: Reader’s caught in rumours with Niragi while secretly with Chishiya.

"Where are you rushing off to, miss?" lamented a distressed Kuina as she rubbed the arm Y/N had bumped into moments earlier due to her hurried pace through the hallways of The Beach.

"Sorry, Kuina, I didn’t see you! Niragi told me to head down to the pool for a while. Apparently, it’s not too crowded right now, and I can enjoy some peace outdoors," Y/N replied, somewhat hurriedly.

"Oh, Niragi again…" Kuina’s feigned arm pain quickly vanished upon hearing Niragi’s name come from her friend’s lips. "You know I’m not too fond of him… But as long as my friend is happy, I’ll accept it!" she concluded with a smile on her face.

Y/N sighed dramatically. She was tired of constantly being paired with Niragi, but she had learned, through harsh experience, that it was impossible to change her friend’s mindset. Besides, it wasn’t entirely bad that people believed she was involved with the high-ranking militant. Y/N couldn’t deny the advantages it had brought her, like avoiding sleazy men with dirty intentions or gaining a certain prestige at The Beach.

Yes, it was true that she had felt somewhat uncomfortable at first, especially when she realized Niragi seemed to enjoy the confusion of others and took advantage of it to act more affectionate than usual: an arm over her shoulder, sharing his drink, or even referring to her as "his girl" in front of others. But Niragi was just Niragi, and Y/N knew it. She knew him since she could remember. She didn’t recall how that man, who was a boy at the time, had come into her life to stay, but suddenly he was in all her photo albums, and before she knew it, they were two young adults about to start college. Niragi had been her confidant, her friend, a shoulder to lean on… her everything. And she thought she had been that for him too.

It was a huge shock to find him in that place, almost by chance. After a particularly bloody game that had left her reeling from blood loss, Niragi appeared like a shadow in the darkness, and it wasn’t until a few days later, waking up in a comfortable hotel bed, that she recognized the man who had been part of her life for so many years. It didn’t take long for them to catch up, and surprisingly, Y/N understood, as no one else had, the character her friend had become fixated on playing. After all, she had been a close witness to Niragi’s darkest moments.

Everything seemed to be going well until a certain blonde crossed her path. Y/N had seen him wandering the hotel halls from time to time, even catching him a few times observing the world from the rooftop. He reminded her of a cat, that was the first thing she thought. Always so stealthy, so mysterious, as if he was constantly on a mission that he didn’t care about… but it wasn’t until that game that she glimpsed the nature of that man in all its glory. A strategic player, no doubt, confident, and even somewhat arrogant. His arrogance, however, had saved them that night during the sword game, and as amazed as she was by the man’s quick thinking, and somewhat shaken after her near-death experience, she couldn’t help but approach him.

Y/N remembered that night as the night when everything started. She introduced herself to him with a timid, blood-and-dirt-stained face and made sure to thank him for saving them all that night. She remembered how he looked at her, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a shadow of unease in his gaze. Y/N would later learn that people at The Beach didn’t associate with him and that he was considered one of the best sword players around, known for successfully solving extreme mental challenges and never hesitating to sacrifice whatever and whomever for one more night of survival. He introduced himself as Chishiya.

She remembered how upset Niragi was when she told him, blushing and stammering, about her new friendship with the blonde. He had assured her that Chishiya wasn’t a good man, that he would take advantage and then discard her like a used piece when he couldn’t get any more out of her. Y/N ignored her friend’s warnings, and her relationship with Chishiya unexpectedly flourished.

The blonde man had never thought he would experience love in his life, let alone in a place like this. But when, later on, he saw Y/N’s life hanging by a thread in a game, he knew he couldn’t live without her and, indeed, against all odds, he was in love. Yet, going against what his heart longed to do, he never declared his feelings, driven by an irrational fear of rejection or a logical dread of losing her in that dangerous world. Even though they weren’t officially a couple, they had shared certain moments that they kept secret in the deepest corners of their hearts: conversations in their rooms late into the night, hands intertwined furtively, or even a few kisses on the cheek in the privacy of the dark. It was a tacit understanding between them: they knew they felt something for each other, but neither was willing to take the first step to clarify the situation. Y/N, in any case, didn’t think it was necessary; after all, they seemed to be fine as they were, and Chishiya thought the same. Until she was seen with Niragi.

Niragi knew about Y/N’s feelings for the other man long before Chishiya understood the closeness between the two. The rifle-wielding man did not hesitate to act when he noticed the frown on the blonde’s face due to his inexplicable proximity to Y/N. They were at the bar; Kuina and Y/N liked to enjoy The Beach’s party atmosphere from time to time, and although Chishiya didn’t share that sentiment, he had no choice but to join the party when he found himself alone in his room, unable to sleep and yearning for the presence of the woman who made him feel what he had never dared to feel. But when he went down to the pool, the scene he encountered couldn’t have been more different from what he had expected. There was Y/N at the bar, ordering a drink and unexpectedly close to the man he considered one of his rivals at The Beach. Chishiya watched with concealed surprise as Niragi smiled maliciously at him while crossing gazes, all the while putting his arm around the girl’s shoulders and whispering something in her ear, never dropping his seductive demeanor. Chishiya was about to approach under the pretext of ruining Niragi’s flirtation, pulling Y/N out of a potentially uncomfortable situation with the groping, intrusive man, but his intentions were thwarted when, to his horror, Y/N returned the smile to the pierced man, nodding at whatever he had said. Such proximity, Y/N’s comfort in that man’s arms… it couldn’t be faked, and as he was about to turn and leave, a somewhat drunk Kuina, clutching a drink tightly, approached him to deliver the final blow.

"Aren’t they adorable?"

Had Chishiya allowed himself to be more human that night, he would have gone to the bar to get drunk, which was what his senses were urging him to numb the unknown pain that had settled in his chest. But he wasn’t like that. Instead, he went to his room and decided that night to end the volatile situation between him and the girl.

That same night, Y/N couldn’t get Chishiya out of her mind, and no matter how much she danced with Niragi or Kuina, or drank a cocktail or two, the image of the blonde kept coming back to her thoughts. She decided, that same night, to end the indefinite situation between her and the man. And that was exactly what she did.

The morning after the party, still suffering from the consequences of alcohol and dancing, she showed up at Chishiya’s door. She knocked twice and waited, with her heart racing in her throat. For a moment, she thought about how bad of an idea it was, but before she could even turn around and run back to her room, the door opened. A half-asleep Chishiya stood in the doorway, cursing himself internally for not asking earlier who was knocking. When his brain told him that this was the moment to end everything and spare himself more pain, his arms stretched out, pulling the girl into an intimate and affectionate embrace, trying to communicate everything he didn’t dare to say aloud. And so, another day, their relationship stayed afloat, unspoken.

Y/N spoke to him that same morning, while they were having breakfast together in his room, about her closeness with Niragi. She didn’t explain the origin of their close bond, as Niragi had almost begged her not to disclose anything about their past. Chishiya swallowed all his questions and showed disinterest in the information Y/N was sharing, which was a relief for the girl, wrongly interpreting that the blonde didn’t mind or even care about her affairs with Niragi. That morning, however, she left Chishiya’s room wearing her characteristic white sweatshirt. He had insisted that she take it with the excuse that her bikini was wet and that if she got sick, she wouldn’t be able to perform well enough to survive the game that night.

Niragi couldn’t help but laugh when he heard his friend explain why she was wearing that garment, and a whole elaborate plan began to make sense in his mind as he realized it was the perfect opportunity to irritate the man he despised so much.

"Earth to Y/N…" Kuina

She was still standing in the middle of the hallway. "Weren’t you in such a hurry to see your 'friend'?" she said, making exaggerated quotation marks with her hands.

"Oh yes, I got distracted," Y/N said, snapping out of her thoughts.

"Go on! Don’t keep him waiting!" urged Kuina, almost pushing her out of the hotel.

Indeed, just as Niragi had assured her, there weren’t many people at the pool; it was the perfect time to lie on a lounge chair, relax, clear her mind, and let herself be carried away by the muted sounds of the hotel. But Niragi had a different idea. When he saw Y/N arriving, he was already in the water, aggressively pushing some of The Beach’s inhabitants aside to make his way to the shore.

"Where have you been? People are going to start arriving; it was much emptier before!" scolded the pierced man.

"I got distracted," Y/N apologized as she entered the pool, hissing from the temperature.

Niragi didn’t take long to approach her and wrap her in an embrace that, for everyone present, could easily be mistaken for an act of love and tenderness.

"Did you get distracted with that idiot?" the man reprimanded her.

"No, smartass. I was chatting with Kuina," Y/N replied.

"The blonde’s little friend… I don’t like her either," Niragi sighed.

"You don’t like anyone," the girl laughed.

"Only you," the man almost whispered with a mocking smile, bringing his face closer to hers in a flirtatious act.

Y/N laughed, pulling away from him and creating space between their bodies. No matter how much she cared for Niragi, she still felt uncomfortable with actions like that, so direct and invasive.

Suddenly, a flood of people arrived at the pool, accompanied by screams and shouts. Everyone seemed so happy; Y/N was still surprised by how deluded everyone was in that place. The pool quickly filled with moving bodies, splashing and spilling alcoholic drinks. With Niragi’s help, Y/N was able to leave the pool and get away from the crowd. Niragi closely followed her to one of the few lounge chairs that remained free after the sudden arrival of the Beach’s residents. He violently pushed away the man resting peacefully on the adjacent lounge chair. However, people kept arriving in droves until even lying on the lounge chair with her eyes closed was not enough for Y/N to relax. The place had become overcrowded in a matter of minutes, as if everyone at the Beach had sobered up at the same time and was flocking to get their new dose of happiness.

"Niragi, let’s go. I’m overwhelmed by so many people," Y/N declared, getting up from her spot.

"Alright, but know that if you had come earlier, this wouldn’t have happened," he reproached her.

They both got up and headed towards the pool exit, but it was more complicated than expected. Although Niragi barked at anyone blocking their way and pushed roughly against those who were too close, the crowd kept coming, and everyone seemed to be going in the opposite direction of where Niragi and Y/N were trying to move.

Given this, they should have anticipated the possibility of an incident. In a matter of seconds, a strong arm collided directly with Y/N’s side, causing her to lose her balance. The slippery and sticky floor didn’t help stabilize her, and the entanglement of feet and legs around her offered no secure grip. Within moments, Y/N found herself dangerously close to the pool’s edge. She braced herself to close her eyes and hold her breath, expecting the imminent contact with the water. However, it never came.

When Y/N reopened her eyes, she noticed a strong grip on her forearm holding her steady. With a pull, she was yanked away from the edge of the pool and brought closer to a firm, defined body. Y/N looked up from her position, pressed against his chest. Niragi.

"Are you an idiot? You almost threw her into the water! You’re going to regret this!" she heard the man roar at a young guy who had paled upon realizing who he had almost pushed into the water: Niragi’s girl.

Y/N turned her gaze to see the commotion in the crowd as people witnessed Niragi’s fury. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw a rather unsubtle and mischievous smile from her friend, just a few steps from the door. Kuina was holding a straw between her lips, which she seemed to nervously chew while suppressing her usual happy squeals. But what really surprised Y/N was the presence beside the woman. Chishiya stood with his arms crossed, wearing his usual sweatshirt, his brow furrowed.

Y/N didn’t have time to react when Niragi decided that those poor souls had had enough of his scolding and proceeded to drag Y/N, gripping her arm tightly, toward the exit and directly to the couple watching them, each with very different emotions displayed on their faces. Niragi advanced ruthlessly, passing in front of Kuina and Chishiya without noticing their presence. This was quite common for the man, as his rage clouded his mind when he was angry, making him oblivious to his surroundings. He would have continued dragging the girl behind him if not for a firm hand gripping his wrist. Niragi prepared to confront whoever dared to stop him when he realized who the culprit was. Chishiya had a tight grip on the man’s wrist, his knuckles starting to turn white. Kuina, beside him, looked on with evident surprise, while Y/N, still not fully recovered from the earlier scare, tried unsuccessfully to free herself from Niragi’s grip.

"Let her go," Chishiya growled in a low voice that Y/N had never heard before.

A sarcastic laugh escaped Niragi’s mouth, tightening his grip even more if possible.

"And why would I do that, huh?" he challenged.

"I know you know Y/N is mine—"

Kuina’s eyes widened, and she turned her head to look at Y/N with a thousand questions. Y/N, for her part, looked at Chishiya with surprise etched on her face. She felt her heart stop for a moment before it started beating even more forcefully and vigorously. She briefly wondered if she might have fallen and hit her head hard enough to be hallucinating. She snapped out of her daze when she felt Chishiya’s arm take her hand and pull her toward him. Niragi’s eyes filled with fury at seeing the other man’s gesture, and releasing his grip on the girl’s arm, he violently shoved the blonde man. Chishiya staggered slightly, surprised by the sudden attack but quickly regained his composure, lifting his head in a challenging manner.

Y/N acted quickly, stepping between the two men and separating them with a hand on each of their chests.

"Both of you, stop. Niragi, go. We’ll talk later," she said firmly.

Niragi looked at her incredulously, but when he met the girl’s determined eyes, he decided to comply, not without giving Chishiya a look of deep hatred and making a defiant gesture.

When Niragi had disappeared through the door, Y/N looked at Chishiya, who was already looking back at her.

"So, yours, huh?" she asked with a hint of amusement, trying to hide a slight tremor in her voice.

A small excited squeal was heard. Kuina. Y/N had completely forgotten that the girl was there watching. The girl and… all the people at the pool. Embarrassment coursed through Y/N’s body, and she pulled Chishiya towards the interior of the hotel, both of them entering the Main Lounge.

"Did it bother you?" Chishiya dared to ask. "The part about claiming you as mine…" he clarified.

"No," Y/N declared. "It’s just that I… wasn’t sure what terms we were on," she said, looking away from him.

The light touch of fingers on her chin made her look up, meeting Chishiya’s gentle gaze.

"Well, I guess now the whole Beach knows what terms we’re on," he whispered with a smile on his face.

Y/N felt the man bring his face closer to hers and involuntarily directed her gaze to his lips, moistening them in a spontaneous act. The next thing she felt was his lips meeting hers, moving in sync with special attention as he kept holding her chin carefully. She closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the moment, which couldn’t compare even to her most vivid dreams. She savoured that instant as if her life depended on it, understanding that things were going to be different from then on, and a smile reflected on her face as she thought, for the first time since arriving in Borderlands, about the future. Of course, with her eyes closed, Y/N never saw the man watching with fury from the upper balcony of the lounge, nor did she see how Chishiya’s eyes briefly shifted to that place while a cynical smile appeared on his face. The message? Clear and concise: She was his girl, and he wasn’t willing to let anyone think otherwise.

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s0ullove22 · 2 months ago

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How the AIB Boys Confess Their Feelings to You

(you drives them crazy, and they love it)

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Chishiya:

He’s annoyingly good at hiding emotions, so no one really sees it coming.

Except you.

You catch the way his eyes linger. The way he stands a little closer than necessary. The way he always has snacks when you say you’re hungry—even though he “doesn’t care.”

One night, you call him out:

“Are you ever going to admit you like me?”

He glances up from his chair, smirks, then calmly says,

“I figured you knew already.”

You blink. “Wait—so you do?”

He shrugs. “I like you. A lot. But you’re clever enough to figure that out without a grand speech, aren’t you?”

…You roll your eyes, but your heart is doing backflips.

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Last Boss:

He confesses the only way he knows how—bluntly, and like the world might end right after.

You’re tending to his wounds again, fussing over a cut on his cheek, when he grabs your wrist.

“You make me feel… different,” he says quietly.

You tilt your head, confused. “Different how?”

His eyes meet yours. No mask. No steel. Just raw honesty.

“Like I don’t want to die anymore. Like I want to protect you. Like I love you.”

It’s not soft. It’s intense.

But he looks terrified.

You just smile. “I love you too.”

He exhales like he’s been holding that breath forever.

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Arisu:

He’s nervous. Like, visibly.

He keeps trying to say it but backs out every time.

So you corner him one evening and say, “Okay, seriously—what’s going on with you lately?”

And then it bursts out of him:

“I like you! Okay? I really, really like you. I think about you all the time and it makes everything—this place, these games—less awful.”

You stare at him, stunned.

He looks like he wants the ground to swallow him.

So you just grin and say, “Took you long enough.”

And the way he laughs after? Worth it.

⸻

Niragi:

He doesn’t say it in words at first—he shows it in the possessive glances, the way he always steps in front of danger when you’re around, the snacks he throws in your lap when you’re grumpy.

But one night, when you jokingly say, “You’d be sad if I died, huh?”

He goes still.

Then dead serious:

“I’d burn the whole Borderlands down if anything happened to you.”

You blink. “…So you like me?”

He scoffs, then mutters, “Yeah. Obviously.”

You smirk. “Say it.”

He groans. “Fine. I like you. A stupid amount. Happy now?”

You kiss his cheek and he blushes so hard, he forgets how to act tough.

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Tatta:

He stumbles over every word. He keeps fidgeting, scratching the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

Finally, he blurts it out while you’re drinking water:

“I really like you! Like, in a heart-fluttering, can’t-sleep, you’re-so-pretty-it-hurts kind of way.”

You choke on your water.

He panics. “Oh my god are you okay? I didn’t mean to kill you with feelings!”

You burst into laughter and say, “You’re so cute it’s actually unfair.”

He turns tomato-red. But also? He glows.

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Aguni:

He doesn’t plan it. It just happens.

You’re arguing about something small—like whether you should rest or keep moving—and he says, “You’re too stubborn for your own good.”

You fire back, “Well maybe I wouldn’t be if you didn’t keep risking your life!”

And he just… stares at you.

Then quietly says, “I do it for you.”

You pause. “What?”

“I’d risk everything for you. Because I love you.”

Your heart stops.

He looks away, like maybe he shouldn’t have said it.

So you take his hand and whisper, “Then I guess we’re both stubborn. Because I love you too.”

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thepencilnerd · 8 months ago

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Vampire!Chishiya

Chishiya is a doctor who finds his world upended when a patient is rushed into the ER after a devastating accident. The intoxicating scent of your blood ignites a primal hunger within him. Driven by an insatiable desire, he realizes he must have you—no matter the cost.

rating: mature/explicit

warnings: dark!fic, toxic relationship, obsessive, manipulative, and possessive behavior, blood-drinking/sharing, momentary self-injury (not due to depression or SI), blood magic/ritual

word count: 18k

complete fic here, please mind tags <3 (niragi cameo only in the last chapter, sorry :(

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sumluckr · 3 months ago

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Loser’s luck

Pairing: Tatta Kodai x female reader (college AU)

Summary: It was supposed to be a one-night stand. When your friends dared you to hook up with one of the so-called “losers” at the bar, you picked Tatta without a second thought—just to prove a point. He was supposed to be a fleeting conquest, a notch on your belt, nothing more. But Tatta, sweet and oblivious as ever, gets the wrong idea. Now, he thinks you’re his girlfriend.

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You know this is a terrible idea. The thought flashes through your mind for the tenth time in as many seconds, but you shove it down and lift your chin, feigning confidence. The bass-thumping college bar around you is packed with rowdy students letting off steam, and at your table your so-called friends are howling with laughter. Niragi’s arm is slung over the back of your chair as he leans in, breath reeking of tequila, a devilish smirk on his pierced lip.

“I dare you,” he drawls loudly over the music, eyes gleaming with mischief, “to hook up with one of the losers at that table.” He jerks his chin toward the booth next to yours, where four people sit chatting quietly. “Prove you’re not all talk, princess.”

You follow Niragi’s gaze. At the adjacent table, a small group is huddled around a half-empty pitcher of beer. They certainly don’t look like the usual crowd you’d go for. You recognize them from around campus: Arisu, the mop-haired gamer guy who’s perpetually glued to his console in the student lounge; Kuina, the athletic girl with a confident grin; Usagi, the rock-climbing club star with bright eyes; and Tatta—the skinny boy in the vintage anime t-shirt, with messy black hair sticking out from under a faded cap. They’re laughing at something Tatta said, completely unaware of the predatory dare that’s just been issued in their direction.

Losers, Niragi called them. You arch a brow and give him a withering look. “Really, Niragi? What are we, twelve?” you retort, taking a swig of your cocktail. The challenge is juvenile, but you can’t ignore the expectant stares of your friends. Especially Niragi’s—he’s practically vibrating with anticipation at the idea of you sullying your reputation by flirting with someone from that table. He thinks you won’t do it.

And that’s exactly why you will.

Setting your drink down, you shoot Niragi a sharp, saccharine smile. “Fine. Hope your wallet’s ready,” you purr, referencing the fifty-dollar bet he’d slyly added to the dare. A chorus of “oooooh!” rises from your group. Niragi’s grin widens in surprise—you’ve never backed down from a dare before, and you’re not about to start now.

You slide off your chair, smoothing your skirt and tossing your hair over your shoulder. With a final roll of your eyes, you saunter toward the neighboring table, hips swaying with calculated confidence. Game on.

As you approach, Arisu is the first to notice you. His conversation with Kuina stalls mid-sentence, eyes widening a fraction. Usagi follows his gaze and cocks her head curiously. But your focus zeroes in on Tatta, who’s busy trying to fish an ice cube out of his drink with a straw, oblivious to your approach.

“Hi,” you chirp, plastering on your most charming smile. Four heads swivel toward you in unison, a mix of confusion and curiosity written on their faces. Up close, you notice Tatta has warm, brown eyes and he’s staring at you like he’s not sure you’re real. Cute.

“Um—h-hello,” Tatta stammers. He glances to either side, as if checking that you aren’t actually greeting someone else. Adorable. This is going to be like taking candy from a baby.

You rest your hand lightly on the back of Tatta’s chair, leaning in just enough to draw his eyes to the neckline of your top. “Sorry to barge in, but my friends and I were about to play darts,” you lie smoothly, “and we need one more person. Think you could help me out?” You bite your lip and tilt your head in a way you know is flattering.

Tatta’s cheeks flush pink. He opens and closes his mouth wordlessly a couple times before managing, “M-me? Really?” His voice cracks on the last syllable. Behind him, Kuina covers a laugh with a fake cough, and Arisu nudges Tatta’s arm, muttering something like “Go on, man.”

You can practically feel Niragi’s triumphant gaze burning into your back from the next table. He must be loving this. Well, you’ll give him a show, alright.

“Yeah, you.” You giggle—actually giggle, a sound you haven’t made in years but know will seal the deal. “Unless you’re too busy here?”

“N-no! Not busy!” Tatta blurts, almost tipping over his glass in his haste to stand. He’s tall and gangly when he unfolds himself from the booth, nearly tripping over Kuina’s foot. You steady him with a hand on his arm. He’s surprisingly solid under the loose flannel shirt he’s wearing.

“Great,” you beam, sliding your hand down his forearm to lace your fingers with his. His palm is a little sweaty, but he’s too stunned to notice—or pull away. “This way.”

You lead Tatta away, throwing a quick wink over your shoulder at his friends. Usagi is watching with an amused grin, and Arisu gives Tatta an encouraging thumbs-up. Kuina mouths “Good luck” at him and cackles. They all seem pleasantly surprised that their friend has suddenly caught the attention of a random girl at the bar. If only they knew.

Poor guy, you think fleetingly as you tug him through the crowd. He’s practically glowing, face lit up with a goofy smile as he follows you. He has no idea he’s just a pawn in a dumb dare. For a split second, a tiny pang of guilt pricks at your chest. But you shove it aside—he’ll get a fun night out of this, at least. You’ll make sure of that. Then you’ll both move on. No harm, no foul.

At the dart boards, Niragi and a couple of your girlfriends are waiting, barely containing their laughter. You ignore their smug faces and hand Tatta a dart. “Ever played?” you ask sweetly, stepping closer than necessary.

Tatta swallows hard. “Uh, a f-few times.” He glances at Niragi and the others, seemingly noticing their barely hidden snickers. His smile falters uncertainly. He might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he can probably sense something’s up.

Time to crank up the charm before he starts thinking too hard.

You place a hand on his back, leaning in under the pretense of lining up a shot. “Here, let me help,” you coo. Tatta stiffens as your body presses lightly against his side. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Niragi waggling his eyebrows obnoxiously. You pointedly ignore him.

“Just aim right for the middle,” you murmur. Tatta turns his head to respond—finding his face inches from yours. He freezes, eyes wide behind his glasses. For a moment, you wonder if you overdid it. But then his gaze dips to your lips, and you know you’ve got him.

The rest of the game goes almost too easily. A few rounds of darts (during which Tatta is so distracted by you that he nearly impales Niragi’s ear with a throw—much to your secret delight). A couple more drinks. Some shameless flirting on your part—light touches on his arm, laughter at his corny jokes, a bold whisper in his ear about how impressed you are by his dart skills. Each gesture makes Tatta blush harder and stammer more. It’s actually kind of…endearing, in a helpless puppy kind of way.

When Niragi and your girlfriends disappear to get another round, you seize the opportunity for the coup de grâce. Standing on your tiptoes, you murmur to Tatta over the din, “Wanna get out of here? Maybe somewhere quieter… just us?” You let your fingers trail lightly along the waist of his jeans, tugging playfully at a belt loop.

Tatta practically chokes on air. “I—um—Yes! I mean, sure, if you want—” he babbles, eyes sparkling with disbelief and excitement. He really never expected a girl to come on to him this hard, you realize. The thought is both pitiful and strangely cute.

“Great,” you purr, feeling oddly triumphant. Behind you, Niragi is too busy doing a celebratory shot to notice you and Tatta slipping toward the exit. You cast one last glance back at your table. Niragi catches your eye and gives you an exaggerated thumbs-up, mouthing, “Atta girl.” You roll your eyes but smirk. He’s going to owe you fifty bucks, and you get a little fun for the night. Everybody wins.

Except, maybe, the clueless boy at your side—but he’ll be fine. He’ll have a story to brag about to his buddies tomorrow.

As you emerge into the cool night air outside the bar with Tatta’s hand still firmly in yours, you toss your hair and let out a small laugh. “My place isn’t far,” you say innocently, as if you haven’t already decided exactly how this night is going to end. Tatta nods enthusiastically, sticking close to your side as you lead the way down the moonlit street.

He’s adorably nervous on the walk. He chatters about nothing—the cool retro arcade near campus, a funny meme he saw, how he usually doesn’t go out drinking on Fridays but Arisu dragged him along. You just smile and hum in the right places, not really listening. You’re more focused on how easy this turned out to be. Honestly, it almost takes the fun out of it. Niragi’s going to have to come up with a tougher challenge next time if he wants to really embarrass you.

Still, as Tatta continues rambling, you find yourself…not minding it. His voice is kind of nice in a dorky way, and there’s an earnestness in how he talks. It’s clear he’s just trying to fill the silence so you won’t get bored. He’s actually trying to impress me, you realize with a faint smile. Most guys you hook up with only talk about themselves. Tatta keeps asking you questions—What classes are you taking? Do you like video games? Did you see that new superhero movie? You dodge most of them with flirtatious non-answers, and he doesn’t press when you give vague replies, just looks happy you’re engaging at all.

Before you know it, you’re at your apartment door. The night’s blurred pleasantly by alcohol and adrenaline. You fumble out your keys. “Here we are,” you announce softly.

Tatta hovers a step behind, hands jammed in his pockets, rocking on his heels. “You, um, you have a nice place,” he offers, peeking into your living room after you both kick off your shoes. You just chuckle—he hasn’t even seen it in daylight, but sure, flatter me.

“Thanks.” You close the door and toss your keys aside. The click of the lock is like a starting gun: Tatta turns toward you and you step into him at the same time. Your hands slide up around his neck, fingers brushing the hair at his nape. He inhales sharply, eyes searching yours. For one brief second, you see uncertainty there—like he can’t believe this is really happening.

You give him a reassuring smile, far gentler than any you flashed at the bar. “You can kiss me now,” you whisper.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Tatta leans down, and you meet him halfway, your lips pressing together. The kiss starts sweet and clumsy—his nose bumps yours, and he lets out a nervous little laugh against your mouth. You smirk and take the lead, moving your lips more firmly, showing him you want this. That’s all the encouragement he needs. With an eager sigh, Tatta wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you back with a heart-melting sincerity, as if he’s pouring all of his pent-up hopes into the act.

It’s…nice. Nicer than you expected.

Focus, you remind yourself as a pesky flutter warms your chest. You deepen the kiss, tugging him toward the couch, determined to make this a night he (and your friends) won’t forget.

After all, come tomorrow, it’ll be like none of this ever happened. Right?

The next morning sunlight slants through your window, landing directly on your face and rudely yanking you out of a dreamless sleep. You groan, squinting at the harsh light. Ugh, my head… Perhaps those last two cocktails were a mistake.

As you stretch, you become acutely aware of several things at once: you’re in your bed, distinctly not alone. There’s a heavy arm draped over your midsection, and a very real, very warm body cuddled up against your back. An arm that is definitely not yours tightens slightly, pulling you closer against a solid chest. You hear soft breathing, and then a contented sigh.

Memory floods back in disjointed flashes: Your daring, seductive grin; Tatta’s shy smile; clothes strewn hastily across your living room; a blur of heated kisses and whispered encouragements; and later, an arm around your waist as you drifted off, surprisingly comfortable and cozy.

Oh. Oh. Right.

Eyes snapping fully open, you hold your breath, trying to carefully peel Tatta’s arm off without waking him. Maybe you can slip out, avoid the awkward morning-after conversation entirely. You’ve done it before. Just a one-night stand—no strings, no drama.

But as you gently lift his arm, attempting to slide out from under it, the human limpet attached to you only snuggles closer. “Mmmph…” Tatta mumbles groggily. To your horror, he nuzzles his face into the back of your neck. “So comfy…” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep.

You freeze. Is he… cuddling me?

For a second, you’re too stunned to move. Hardly any guy you’ve hooked up with even stayed the night, let alone cuddled. In fact, you usually prefer they don’t. Less messy that way. So you’re not exactly sure how to handle this unexpected, affectionate clinginess.

Annoyance flickers through you, bolstering your resolve. Alright Casanova, time to wake up and go, you think, steeling yourself. You carefully pry his arm off and scoot to the edge of the bed. This time, you manage to sit up and place your feet on the floor. Step one of Operation Escape: complete.

Before you can rise, though, a gentle hand closes around your wrist. “Hey,” comes Tatta’s voice, soft and still a little drowsy. You glance back to find him blinking up at you with a bleary smile. His hair is sticking out in all directions and his cheek has a faint red mark from where it was pressed against your pillow. The sight is—dare you admit it?—kind of cute.

“Hey,” you reply, awkwardly lingering at the bed’s edge, one wrist still in his grasp. Now that he’s looking at you, you realize with a flush that you’re very naked under the covers. You clutch the sheet to your chest with your free hand, suddenly self-conscious. Usually, you’d confidently strut to the bathroom or kick the guy out without a second thought. But Tatta’s earnest gaze is throwing you off.

“Morning,” he says, voice warming with each passing second of wakefulness. “I, um… I didn’t dream that, right? Last night…you and me…?” He trails off, cheeks pinking as if the memories alone might be too bold to say out loud.

You force a breezy smile. “No dream,” you confirm. “Last night was real.” And it was fun, you don’t add, because you’re not sure why the words stick in your throat. Instead, you clear it and add lightly, “But, you know, it was just a… just a casual thing.”

It’s your practiced routine: keep it casual, set the expectation that this was a one-time deal. Most guys get the hint quick.

Tatta tilts his head, still smiling in that disarmingly genuine way. “Casual…” he echoes, as if tasting the word. Then he sits up, holding the sheet modestly around his waist. “Well, I feel great,” he offers, running a hand through his messy hair. “I mean, last night was…wow.” He laughs a little, a giddy, joyful sound. “Never in a million years thought I’d meet someone like you at a bar dart game. I’m really glad I went out.” His eyes meet yours, warm and unguarded.

You feel a twinge of something like guilt, so you stand up abruptly, wrapping the sheet around yourself like a toga. “Yeah, well, you got lucky,” you say flippantly, trying to regain control of the situation. Moving around the room, you gather random pieces of your clothing from the floor. There’s your top slung over your desk lamp, your skirt somehow ended up on the doorknob… And where the hell are your—

“Oh! Here.” Tatta reaches down beside the bed and comes up with your panties dangling from his finger. Your face flames as he quickly averts his gaze and offers them out to you, his own ears turning red. “Sorry, I, uh, think these got tossed my way last night,” he says sheepishly.

You snatch them, your cool-girl composure momentarily cracked. “Thanks,” you mutter, avoiding his eyes. God, this is awkward. Why is this awkward? You’ve done this a hundred times. Well, maybe not a hundred, but enough that you have a routine. So why is your heart doing a weird skip thing in your chest?

Probably the hangover.

In the safety of the bathroom, you splash water on your face and get dressed in record time. You stare at yourself in the mirror as you tame your hair, giving yourself a silent pep talk. Okay. Deep breath. Just get him out of here gently, then you can move on with your life. No need to feel bad—he wanted it too, right? He certainly seemed to enjoy himself. And who knows, maybe you made his semester.

You nod at your reflection, squaring your shoulders. When you emerge, Tatta is off the bed and has pulled on his jeans. He’s clumsily buttoning his wrinkled shirt—inside out. You stifle the urge to laugh. It’s almost cute how not slick he is.

“Coffee?” he asks brightly when he notices you, as if this is the most normal morning-after scenario in the world. You blink, realizing he’s holding two mugs—one in each hand. The rich scent hits you a second later. At some point while you were in the bathroom, he went to your kitchen and actually made coffee.

He steps forward, offering you one of the mugs with a hopeful smile. “I, uh, didn’t know how you take it, so I left it black. There’s sugar or milk if you want, I can grab—”

“No, it’s fine.” You accept the cup, staring at him like he just sprouted a second head. None of your previous flings ever voluntarily made you coffee. Hell, most of them bolted before breakfast or at least took the hint when you rushed them out. This… this is new.

Tatta beams when you take a sip. It’s strong and a little bitter (guess he didn’t find the good creamer in your fridge), but it’s oddly warming. Or maybe that’s just because he’s looking at you like you hung the stars for him. You cough and gesture vaguely. “So, um, about last night—”

“Yeah,” he interrupts, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had a really great time.” There’s a rosy tint on his cheeks, but he’s earnest. “I was thinking…maybe we could do something tonight? Like, go see a movie or grab dinner? My treat this time.”

Your brain stutters to a halt. Tonight? As in… he wants to meet again? You were expecting a graceful exit here, not an ask for a date.

“Oh—Tatta, that’s sweet, but you really don’t have to—” you begin, ready to let him down easy. You appreciate that he’s being nice, but clearly he’s misreading what this was.

He barrels on, mistaking your hesitation for uncertainty rather than rejection. “Or if tonight’s too soon, I’m free tomorrow. Or, I mean, I’m free most days, I can work around your schedule. I’d love to take you out properly.”

You open your mouth, then close it. He’s standing there, hair still messy, shirt on wrong, looking at you with such hope. Damn it. Why do his eyes have to be so warm and puppy-like? And why do you suddenly feel like the jerk for not wanting to “date” him?

Because you are the jerk, a guilty voice at the back of your mind supplies. You used him for a dare, remember? He doesn’t know that, of course, but still.

Your resolve wavers, just for a second. Maybe…maybe one dinner wouldn’t hurt? You could break it off after, gently. At least he won’t feel completely used.

Since when do you care about sparing feelings? another part of you hisses. You shake your head slightly. No, you need to rip this off like a band-aid, now. Clean break.

You put down the coffee mug on your dresser, hoping he doesn’t notice that your hand is trembling ever so slightly. “Tatta,” you begin slowly, choosing your words. “Last night was… really fun. But I’m not looking for anything serious, you know? It was just one night.”

He blinks, clearly not processing. “One night…? But—” He frowns in confusion, and you prepare for the awkwardness to intensify. “But we slept together,” he says, as if that explains everything.

You nod, forcing a chuckle. “Yeah, we did. And it was great. But that doesn’t automatically make us…” you gesture between the two of you, “…a thing.”

The hurt that flashes in his eyes is quickly masked, but you catch it. He looks like a puppy that just got kicked. “Oh,” he says quietly. “I… I thought we really hit it off.”

You resist the urge to fidget under his earnest stare. This is the part you hate—the disappointment, sometimes even anger. But better now than letting him think there’s a future.

“We did,” you say gently. Why are you being so gentle? Usually you’d just shrug and say C’est la vie. “It’s just… sometimes people hook up and move on. No hard feelings. It’s college, right? We had fun, and now…” you trail off, hoping he fills in the blank with we go back to our lives. You give a half-hearted smile.

Tatta’s brows knit together like he’s working through a complicated math problem. “So… you don’t want to see me again?” he asks, the simple, blunt phrasing making you wince.

It sounds awfully cruel when he puts it like that. You open your mouth to confirm, to say sorry, but no, maybe toss out the classic “It’s not you, it’s me” if needed. But the words die on your tongue.

He’s not accusing or angry. He just looks… sad. And incredibly sincere. “I really like you,” he continues softly before you can respond. “I haven’t met anyone like you before. Last night was amazing, not just because, um, you know.” He blushes but presses on, “But because you actually talked to me… listened to me. You laughed at my jokes.” He gives a tiny, almost shy smile at the memory, and you feel something twist in your chest. Was it really that big a deal? You were just playing along… but to him, it clearly meant something.

Tatta takes a step closer, and you suddenly realize how much taller he is; you had him slouched under your arm all last night, but standing here now he’s a good head above you. It’s not intimidating though—nothing about him is. It’s… warm. Comforting.

“I’d like to get to know you more,” he says earnestly. “I promise I’ll make it worth your time. I can— I mean, I’m not rich or anything, but I know this great little diner off campus, and they have the best milkshakes. Or if you’d rather do something else—”

He’s rambling, nervous, desperate to convince you. You should stop him, cut it off. This is the moment. Say no.

But what comes out is: “A diner, huh?”

Your voice sounds foreign to your own ears—half bemused, half curious. He stops mid-ramble, eyes lighting up a fraction. “Yeah! Sunshine Diner? It’s open 24/7, and their chocolate banana milkshake changed my life,” he says, seizing the opening to continue. “We could go tomorrow morning for brunch? Or anytime! Whatever works for you.”

Your brain is short-circuiting. Why are you even considering this? You don’t do dates. You certainly don’t do corny diners and milkshakes. You’re supposed to be telling him to leave.

And yet… the thought of him leaving right now, with that crestfallen face, makes your chest feel uncomfortably tight. Maybe you just don’t want to be the bad guy. That’s it. You’re just avoiding feeling like garbage by kicking out the sweetest guy on the planet after sleeping with him. Right?

“Tomorrow… could work,” you hear yourself say slowly.

Tatta’s face breaks into a dazzling smile, and despite your inner turmoil, you have to admit that smile is something to behold. Pure, unfiltered happiness. Because of you. When was the last time someone looked at you like that?

“Really? Great! Tomorrow then,” he beams. “I can meet you on campus? Or pick you up here? Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

��Uh, campus is fine,” you reply, and then add quickly, “But just as…you know, as friends getting brunch. Don’t think this means anything yet.” You need to set some boundary before this gets out of hand. Your tone comes out harsher than intended, a last-ditch effort to maintain your tough-girl wall.

“Friends,” Tatta echoes, unfazed. He nods a bit too eagerly. “Sure, friends.” But the grin on his face doesn’t dim one bit. You get the sense he’s agreeing just to please you and still internally celebrating I’ve got a date!.

Before you can reconsider (because God, part of you is already wondering if this is a huge mistake), you usher Tatta to the door. “I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow then,” you say, opening it.

He looks at you for a moment, an affectionate sort of softness in his gaze that you’re not accustomed to receiving. Then, to your surprise, he dips down and presses a quick, gentle kiss to your cheek. It’s over before you can react, leaving a warm spot on your skin.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, almost like he’s thanking you for more than just the night. “I’ll text you, okay?”

You nod dumbly. Words have officially failed you. With a little wave, Tatta heads down the hallway of your apartment building, whistling cheerfully. You stand frozen in your doorway watching his retreating figure until he disappears around the stairwell corner.

Only then do you shut the door and lean against it, sheet still wrapped around you like a lifeline. What the hell just happened?

You just agreed to a brunch date with the very guy you intended to one-night-stand and kick to the curb. The same guy you essentially seduced on a dare for fifty bucks and bragging rights. You should be storming back into your friend group chat with triumphant emojis, collecting Niragi’s money and laughing this whole thing off. Instead, you’re standing here touching your cheek like a lovesick fool where a sweet, undeserved kiss lingers.

“This was not the plan,” you mutter to yourself, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. Not at all.

Later that day, you nearly convince yourself that brunch tomorrow is just a fluke—one last hurrah before you gently let Tatta down and move on. You even text Niragi to rub in your victory (and to distract yourself): Where’s my $50, loser? He responds with a string of impressed-and-dismayed emojis and a voice memo of him groaning dramatically about how he can’t believe you “actually went through with it.” You smirk, but your heart’s not fully in it. Normally you’d relish describing in detail how you bagged your target, but you find yourself oddly…protective of the previous night. You give Niragi only the barest of details, saying you’d rather tell it in person later. Niragi tries to call you for more juice, but you let it ring. You’re too busy overthinking.

Evening rolls around, and you’re strolling through campus heading to the library (you have an assignment due Monday that you’ve procrastinated on). The air is crisp, the sky a deepening orange. You take a shortcut across the courtyard by the science building, when you spot a familiar lanky figure sitting on a bench, hunched over a notebook.

Tatta.

You instinctively slow your pace. He hasn’t seen you yet. He’s scribbling something, headphones on, nodding slightly to whatever music he’s listening to. The setting sun casts a golden halo around him. This is a chance to back away unnoticed, to avoid an awkward pre-brunch encounter. You take a step behind a tree, almost ready to retreat.

But something makes you pause. Maybe it’s the memory of his smile this morning, or the lingering guilt gnawing at you. You find yourself curious what he’s like when he’s not nervously trying to impress a girl. Just… Tatta being Tatta.

As if sensing your eyes on him, Tatta suddenly looks up and spots you half-hidden behind the tree. He blinks in surprise, then breaks into a delighted grin. He pulls off his headphones, tucking them around his neck. “Hey!” he calls out, waving you over enthusiastically.

Well, too late to duck out now. Plastering on a neutral expression, you approach. “Hey, Tatta.”

He scoots to the side of the bench, making room. “What’re you doing here?” he asks brightly. You notice he’s still wearing that same style of graphic tee (today’s features some retro game logo) under an unbuttoned hoodie. It’s kind of charmingly consistent.

“Heading to the library,” you reply, gesturing to your bag. “Thought I’d get some work done.”

“On a Friday night?” He gives a low whistle. “Diligent. I should probably be doing that too.” He closes the notebook he was writing in, and you catch a glimpse of sketches—are those cartoon cars? You recall from some campus chatter that he’s a mechanical engineering student, or was it automotive tech? Figures he’d be doodling engines or something.

“What about you?” you ask, curious despite yourself. “What’re you up to out here?”

“Ah.” Tatta holds up the notebook a little sheepishly. “Just writing some ideas down. I volunteer at the auto club’s workshop, and I had an idea for a custom part I want to build. Sometimes inspiration strikes at weird times, you know?”

You don’t really know—tinkering with cars is foreign to you—but the way his eyes light up while he talks is…nice. He’s not self-conscious at all now, unlike last night. He’s in his element, even if that element is just brainstorming alone on a bench. There’s an ease to him that you didn’t notice before.

You catch yourself almost smiling and quickly reel it back. “Sounds cool,” you say politely. Then you clear your throat. “So, um, about tomorrow—”

He sits up straighter, attention snapping fully to you. “Yes! I’m excited. I was thinking, after we eat, there’s this retro arcade nearby… but only if you want! No pressure.” He adds the last part hastily, as if worried he’s assuming too much.

Retro arcade? The typical you would scoff at such a dorky date idea. But an inconvenient mental image pops up: Tatta at a claw machine, earnestly trying to win you a stuffed animal or something equally corny. And weirdly… it’s not horrifying. It’s… kind of sweet?

You internally curse and shove that thought away. Focus. You’re here to manage expectations. “Actually, about that… Look, Tatta, I need to be upfront.” You steel yourself, speaking firmly but not unkindly. “I’m… not really a relationship person. I kind of do my own thing, you know? Last night was awesome, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me and you.”

Tatta listens, nodding slowly. But then he asks, “Why not?” with genuine confusion.

You falter. “Why not… what?”

“Why not me and you? I mean, I know it’s fast, but we clicked, didn’t we?” His tone is innocent, but his eyes search yours like he’s truly trying to understand. “We had fun, we’re going to hang out more… isn’t that how things start?”

You’re not used to this kind of earnest, straightforward reasoning. It would be almost childlike if it weren’t coming from a grown college guy. People usually dance around like this or ghost each other. No one just asks point blank.

“Usually, I… I don’t start anything. I stop it,” you admit, crossing your arms defensively. “It’s just easier that way.”

Tatta tilts his head. “Easier to not get close to people?”

You bristle. “Look, I just don’t do the dating thing, okay? Call it personal policy.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then gives a small shrug and a smile. “Well, policies can change. Mine used to be ‘I’ll never get a girlfriend’ and, well…” He blushes slightly but looks at you with a soft, unwavering hope. “I’d like to change that one.”

For a second, you’re speechless. Did he just indirectly call you his girlfriend already? This guy… It’s infuriating how he can say something so bold and sweet in the same breath, completely unaware of how it makes your heart do a weird flip.

You run a hand through your hair, exasperated. “You’re not even listening. I’m trying to tell you I’m not girlfriend material. I’m mean, remember? I’m not nice like…” you gesture vaguely, “like other girls. I might hurt your feelings. I’m probably no good for you.”

Tatta stands up from the bench, and now you have to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. He’s still smiling, but it’s gentler now. “You don’t seem mean to me,” he says simply.

You almost laugh. “Oh, trust me, I can be. I was last night, if you haven’t realized.” The dare, the manipulation—it’s on the tip of your tongue to confess, weirdly. Maybe if you tell him the truth he’ll finally get it and walk away.

But he just shakes his head. “Last night you were confident and fun and…” He blushes deeper, but keeps eye contact. “And incredibly beautiful. You could’ve chosen any guy in that bar to spend time with, but you chose me. That meant a lot.”

Your throat constricts. He has no idea the real reason you picked him, and here he is thanking his lucky stars, basically. It feels like too much. You didn’t earn this admiration—hell, you basically tricked him. If he knew, he’d probably never want to see you again, and maybe that’d be for the best.

You’re on the verge of spilling everything, just to shatter that pedestal he’s put you on, when a loud voice interrupts: “Oi, lovebirds!”

You turn to see Niragi strolling across the courtyard toward you, hands in his leather jacket pockets, black hair disheveled and that perpetual arrogant grin on his face. Oh, fantastic. Just what you need.

Tatta looks puzzled at first, but then you see recognition flash in his eyes. “Oh, hey, you’re the guy from last night,” he says, friendly as ever. “Niragi, right? Part of…” he glances at you, “…your friend group.” He obviously remembers Niragi from the darts game and probably the dare context (though maybe not that it was a dare).

Niragi saunters up, eyeing Tatta with a predatory gleam. “Well, if it isn’t Romeo,” he sneers lightly. “I see you survived the night.” Niragi gives you a pointed look and a smirk. “Didn’t chew him up and spit him out yet, huh?” he teases.

Your stomach drops. Niragi might as well have swung a sledgehammer into the subtlety wall. You send him a death glare, silently willing him to shut up. “Don’t you have somewhere to be, Niragi?” you say through gritted teeth.

He ignores you, eyes still fixed on Tatta like a cat toying with a mouse. “Gotta hand it to you, man. You must have some serious hidden game to land this one.” He claps a hand on Tatta’s shoulder, making him wince slightly at the force. “Though I’m sure she told you all about why she picked you, eh?” Niragi adds, his tone viciously playful.

Tatta frowns in confusion, looking between you and Niragi. “Why she picked me…?” he echoes.

Your heart lurches. “Niragi. Don’t,” you warn sharply. Panic flares in your chest. This is exactly what you didn’t want—Tatta finding out about the dare. Not like this. Not from Niragi’s cruel mouth.

Niragi just snickers. “What, you haven’t told him, princess? That it was all a big—”

Without thinking, you step forward and shove Niragi back, breaking his grip on Tatta’s shoulder. Niragi staggers, caught off guard. “Back off,” you snap, positioning yourself almost defensively in front of Tatta.

Tatta places a tentative hand on your arm. “Hey, it’s okay,” he says quietly. He misreads the situation entirely, thinking Niragi’s just being a typical jerk. “No need to fight.”

But Niragi’s eyes flick down to that touch, and his grin grows. “Aw, he’s protective of you. How sweet.” He wipes an imaginary tear. “Never thought I’d see the day you’d have him as a guard dog.”

“That’s enough!” you bark. You can feel Tatta’s confused gaze on the back of your neck, but you don’t dare turn. Your face is hot with anger and shame. Niragi is your friend, sure, but right now you’d gladly throttle him. “Go to hell, Niragi.”

He raises his hands in mock surrender, an infuriating chuckle escaping. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you two alone.” He backs up, but not without a parting shot: “Just remember what I said, Tatta. Ask her why, sometime.” He winks conspiratorially at Tatta, then strides off, whistling a tune.

Silence hangs in the air once Niragi disappears. Slowly, you turn to face Tatta. His expression is worried, brows furrowed. “What was that about?” he asks gently. “What did he mean?”

Your mouth goes dry. This is it. You should tell him. This is your out—be honest, let the chips fall. If he hates you, if you lose that sunshine smile of his… well, you’ve been trying to push him away anyway, right?

But when you meet Tatta’s eyes, there’s no accusation there. No suspicion. Just concern for you. He reaches up as if to touch your cheek, then hesitates. “Are you okay? You look upset.”

That simple display of care just wrecks your resolve. You can’t do it. You can’t crush him with the knowledge that all this was born from a cruel joke. Not when he’s looking at you like that.

You take a shaky breath. “I’m fine. Niragi’s just being an ass.” Technically true. “He…he thinks he can scare you off. He’s overprotective in the worst way.” Also sort of true, though “overprotective” isn’t exactly Niragi’s motive.

Tatta’s face clears in understanding, and he surprises you by laughing softly. “Oh, is that all? I’m not scared. I mean, he’s a little intense, but I can handle a jerk.” He smiles and adds, “I did almost hit him with a dart, remember?”

You let out a breathy laugh, grateful he’s not pressing further. “Yeah. You nearly pierced his ear. I was pretty impressed.”

He brightens at your laughter, and before you know it, his hand gently finds yours. Right there in the middle of campus, he laces your fingers together, his thumb rubbing a small, soothing circle on the back of your hand. It’s such a natural, sweet gesture that it steals your breath for a moment.

“We should probably get going,” he says. “You’ve got studying to do, and I should get home. But…” He hesitates, then gives your hand a tiny squeeze. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”

You look down at your joined hands. You, the campus ice queen (as some have called you behind your back), holding hands with Tatta, one of the so-called misfits. If any of your friends saw—hell, if you saw, a day ago—you’d think the world had flipped upside down.

And yet, standing here, it feels… okay. More than okay, it feels kind of nice. His hand is warm and enveloping around yours, anchoring you.

You glance up and catch Tatta watching you with that hopeful vulnerability. He’s clearly bracing himself in case you say no.

A small, genuine smile finds its way to your lips before you can stop it. “Yeah,” you hear yourself say softly. “We’re still on.”

He grins, relief and happiness evident. “Great! I can’t wait.”

You give his hand a quick squeeze back (when did you start doing these cutesy gestures willingly?) and withdraw yours, conscious of not wanting to linger too long and give him the wrong idea—whatever that is at this point. “Text me the time to meet,” you say, trying to sound casual. “I’ll be there.”

“I will!” Tatta rocks on his heels, looking like he’s resisting the urge to hug you or something. Instead, he settles for a wave. “See ya tomorrow… and good luck with the studying tonight.”

“Thanks,” you murmur, and you mean it.

As he jogs off, you watch for a moment. There’s a noticeable spring in his step. You exhale slowly, feelings a jumble in your chest. You’re in so deep now, and you’re not sure how to climb out—or if you even want to anymore.

One thing is certain: he’s got you completely off your game.

Sunday morning finds you standing outside Sunshine Diner, the retro neon sign buzzing faintly above your head. You tug at the hem of your sweater nervously. Yes, nervously. You. Nervous about a brunch date. Who’d have thought?

You spot Tatta before he sees you: he’s waiting by the entrance, hands in his pockets, shifting from foot to foot. When he catches sight of you, he breaks into an excited wave.

You inhale, fix what you hope is a neutral, not overly eager expression on your face, and walk over. “Hey,” you greet.

“Hi!” He looks absurdly happy that you showed up (as if there was a chance you wouldn’t—well, to be fair, you considered it). “I got us a booth, hope that’s okay. The lady inside said it’ll be a few minutes wait.”

“Sure.” You fall in step beside him as you both head in. The diner is just as retro as promised—checkered floors, red vinyl booths, a jukebox in the corner playing an old pop song. It’s almost empty at this hour, just a couple of elderly patrons and a tired-looking waitress.

You slide into the booth Tatta points out, and he sits opposite you, picking up the sticky laminated menu. “You have to try the banana chocolate milkshake,” he says immediately, eyes dancing. “It really did change my life.”

You smirk, relaxing a fraction at his dorky enthusiasm. “That good, huh? Alright, I’ll bite. One life-changing milkshake.”

He grins and flags down the waitress to place your orders (two milkshakes and a stack of pancakes to share). As she leaves, an awkward pause settles. You drum your fingers on the table, suddenly unsure what to talk about. This isn’t the bar with loud music and dares to spur you. This is… a real date.

Thankfully, Tatta fills the silence. “So, um, I know you said you’re not a big gamer, but have you ever been to that arcade I mentioned? It’s got all these classic games—Pac-Man, Street Fighter, even those dance ones.”

You shake your head. “Can’t say I have. I’m usually… busy with other stuff.” Partying, hooking up, avoiding commitments—take your pick. Not that you’ll say that.

“No worries. Maybe we can go sometime, if you’re interested,” he says, then quickly adds, “Or not! No pressure. It’s just fun and silly.”

He’s so nervous about overstepping that you actually find yourself wanting to put him at ease. “You know what? That could be fun,” you hear yourself say. “I could use some…silliness.”

Tatta’s face lights up like a kid on Christmas. “Really? Awesome. I bet I could teach you a few moves on Dance Dance Revolution,” he jokes, wiggling his shoulders in a little seated dance that makes you snort.

“You assume I have no rhythm?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, I remember your rhythm.” Tatta blushes the second the bold statement leaves his lips, and your own cheeks heat up recalling how very up-close and personal he got to witness your… moves. “I-I mean—” he stammers, looking mortified.

You burst out laughing, unable to help it. “Wow, Tatta. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

He covers his face with one hand, groaning. “I swear that sounded way smoother in my head.”

Still chuckling, you reach across the table and gently tug his hand away from his embarrassed face. “It’s fine. I walked into that one.” That simple bit of contact—your hand on his—lingers longer than it should before you pull away. Both of you notice, falling quiet for a beat, shy smiles ghosting your lips.

The milkshakes arrive, mercifully interrupting the moment before it can get too heavy. You take a sip of the frothy concoction through a striped straw, and your eyes widen. “Oh, wow.”

Tatta’s already halfway through a big gulp of his. “Good, right?” he says, licking a bit of whipped cream off his upper lip. Focus, you chide yourself, realizing you were staring at his mouth.

You clear your throat. “Not bad at all.” It’s actually divine, but you’re not going to feed his ego too much. Still, your more genuine tone doesn’t escape him.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says softly. “I was hoping you would.”

And there it is again, that earnest sweetness that keeps throwing you off balance. You busy yourself by cutting into the pancake stack that just arrived. “So,” you ask between bites, “besides cars and video games, what else are you into? What’s Tatta’s grand life plan?”

He laughs. “Grand might be an overstatement. I’m just trying to get through college and see what happens. I really do love working with cars, though. Maybe I’ll open up my own garage someday, or work for a big automotive company. What about you? What’s your major again?”

You tell him, and to your surprise, he listens with genuine interest as you find yourself talking about your classes, your maybe-maybe-not plans for after graduation. You hadn’t expected to divulge that much, but he’s easy to talk to when you let your guard down—like talking to an old friend who actually cares.

Halfway through brunch, you realize you’re… enjoying yourself. Like, a lot. Laughing, talking, even flirting a little. And none of it feels forced. Tatta is ridiculously easy to be around once you stop worrying about what anyone else might think.

Outside the diner, the late morning sun is shining bright. Tatta insists on picking up the tab (“You can pay next time,” he said, as if assuming there’d be a next time—and for once, you didn’t bristle at that). You both step out, and he stretches his arms over his head, content. “Man, I am stuffed.”

“Me too. Those pancakes were killer,” you agree, feeling pleasantly full. There’s a comfortable silence as you walk a few steps together on the sidewalk. You should probably say goodbye now, go back to your Sunday. But you find yourself lingering.

Tatta turns to you, rocking on his heels, looking like he wants to say something. He fiddles with the strap of his watch, nervous. “I had a really great time,” he says finally. “Like, one of the best mornings I’ve had in… well, ever.”

Your heart does a stupid little flip. “It was… surprisingly fun,” you admit with a tiny smirk. “I’ll give the milkshake partial credit.”

He laughs, then takes a small step closer. The playful mood softens into something more tender as he reaches up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. You hold still, caught in the moment. His hand lingers at the side of your neck, thumb gently caressing your jaw in a way that sends warmth blooming through you.

“I’d really like to kiss you right now,” he whispers, gaze flickering to your lips and back to your eyes, seeking permission. Always so considerate.

Your instinct is to toss out a snarky retort to diffuse the sudden rush of butterflies in your stomach, but instead, you find yourself whispering back, “Then go ahead.”

Tatta doesn’t need to be told twice. He leans in, and you meet him halfway, lips fitting together in a kiss that’s soft and unhurried. This kiss is different from the ones you shared last night in the heat of lust. It’s sweet and gentle, full of unspoken feelings that have been quietly growing between you. You sigh into it, your hands finding their way to the front of his hoodie, gripping the fabric as if to keep him close.

When you finally part, you’re both smiling. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed in contentment. “Does… does this mean I can call you my girlfriend now?” he asks in a half-joking, half-hopeful tone, eyes still shut like he’s afraid to break the spell if he looks at you.

Your first reaction is to tease him, to say “Don’t push your luck.” But the word girlfriend doesn’t send you running like it would have a few days ago. Instead, it makes your chest feel warm.

You gently nudge his forehead with yours, making him open his eyes. “I suppose I can allow that,” you murmur with a mock-affected sigh, as if it’s such hard work, but your smile gives you away.

“Really?” Tatta’s face lights up, and it’s so radiant you can’t help but laugh.

“Don’t make me change my mind,” you tease, poking his chest lightly.

He responds by wrapping you in a joyful hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you once. You yelp in surprise and cling to his shoulders. “Tatta! Put me down, you dork!”

He sets you down immediately, concern flashing across his face. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t— I got excited.”

You laugh, sliding your hands down from his shoulders to his hands, interlacing your fingers with his to show you’re not actually upset. “It’s okay. Just warn me before you go full twirl next time.”

“Next time,” he repeats softly, grinning ear to ear. He gives your joined hands a light swing. Neither of you seems inclined to let go.

Standing there on the sunlit sidewalk, wrapped up in each other, you suddenly remember Niragi’s dare—the starting point of this whole crazy situation. It seems like a lifetime ago, rather than just a couple of days. If Niragi could see you now, he’d probably lose his mind.

The thought makes you snicker under your breath. Tatta raises an eyebrow, curious. “What’s funny?”

You shake your head. “Just thinking how my friends are gonna react,” you confess. “They, uh… they didn’t exactly expect this outcome.” That’s one way to put it.

Tatta tilts his head, trying to read you. “Are you worried? Because if they give you crap or anything, I—”

“No, I can handle them,” you interrupt, squeezing his hand. “I’m not worried. Let them talk.” And you realize you mean it. Let them talk, let Niragi tease—what do you care? For once, you’re doing something that feels right for you, not just maintaining a reputation or image.

In a burst of boldness, you pull Tatta in by the hand and plant a swift kiss on his lips, right there in front of God and the diner and any nosy passersby. It’s a claiming sort of kiss, playful and confident. When you pull back, Tatta looks pleasantly dazed.

“Wow,” he says, blinking. Then a slow grin. “I could get used to that.”

You chuckle, feeling a little giddy. “Come on, loverboy. Walk me home?”

“Gladly, girlfriend,” he replies, clearly savoring the word as he tugs you close to his side.

You roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but can’t stop smiling. “Don’t push it,” you warn lightly, though you lean into him as you start walking.

He just laughs and slides an arm around you, and it feels natural to wrap yours around his waist in return.

As the two of you head down the street together, you catch your reflection in a shop window: you, looking happier and more at ease than you have in a long time, and Tatta beside you with that endless optimism practically radiating off him. It’s oddly perfect, in its own imperfect way.

Who would’ve thought? What started as a mean little dare—one drunk night of supposed no-strings fun—has you now actually holding hands in broad daylight with a guy you genuinely like.

Life is funny. And sometimes, it takes a sweet, oblivious, golden-hearted dork like Tatta to show a girl like you that maybe, just maybe, wearing the “girlfriend” label isn’t the end of the world. In fact, it might just be the best decision you never meant to make.

With a playful sigh, you rest your head against his shoulder as you walk. “I hate to admit it,” you murmur, smile tugging at your lips, “but I’m really glad I picked you, Tatta.”

He tilts his head down, surprised by your candid admission, and his smile he gives you in return is soft and a little stunned. He presses a kiss to the top of your head—gentle, adoring. “Me too,” he whispers. “Luckiest guy ever.”

You snort. If only he knew the half of it. But maybe he doesn’t need to. You have something real here, unexpectedly. No need to spoil it.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you allow yourself to bask in the simple sweetness of walking with him, enjoying how right it feels. Yeah, you’ll deal with the teasing and the questions from your friends later. For now, you’re content.

After all, what started as a one-night stand has somehow become the start of something wonderful—and this time, you’re not fighting it. Not one bit.

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 7 days ago

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Pairing: Dark Suguru Niragi x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Summary: You believed that the Beach was meant to be a safe haven from the games. Instead, you meet Niragi - a monster in disguise.

WARNINGS: Abuse/Violence; Noncon.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback 😊 enjoy!

The man with the open beach robe, Hatter as he introduced himself, smiles at you as an ill-humoured girl ties the pink bracelet to your wrist.

“I’m very happy to have a new addition to the Beach.” his words slur a bit as he taps your shoulder. He seems drunk. “I’m sure you’ll do amazing in serving us - and our glorious purpose.”

You look at him, concealing your distrust under a small tight-lipped smile. It’s too late to back out now. You heard what he said, loud and clear.

Death to the traitors.

“I’ll… try my best.”

A woman enters the room, head held high with her long black hair flowing behind her. She doesn’t spare you a single glance, zeroing on the leader instead.

“Aguni and his militants are here to see you.” she declares. “Something important, according to Niragi.”

Hatto sighs, before nodding.

“You can go now.” he dismisses you, motioning towards the door. “And once again, welcome to the Beach.”

“Thanks.”

As soon as you step out of the room, you come face to face with a group that looks nothing short of gangsters.

You dodge them, trying your best not to show your anxiety at the display of the guns and weapons hanging from their hands and shoulders.

The intimidating big guy at the center of it ignores you without even glancing at you, but the one on his left - a black-haired guy with a silver brow piercing and a scary rifle hiked up on his shoulder - takes his time checking you out with a low whistle.

You look away from him, finding Aira standing on the side of the hallway. You go to her as the guys finally enter the room.

The girl comes running the best she can with her high-heeled sandals, jumping up and down when she sees the pink bracelet on your hand.

“Now you’re totally a member of the Beach! Isn’t this place so cool? I told you being here was gonna be fun.” she excitedly squeaks, hooking her arm with yours and dragging you down the corridor.

“Just wait til you check out the pool, it’s so huge, you’re gonna love it.”

🎇

The atmosphere is overwhelming, the repugnant combination of alcohol and pungent sweat building up in the crowded room.

Noise surrounds you from all sides and you wince when the music hikes up to a booming volume by whatever guy that claimed the DJ spot. You’re surprised you haven’t lost your hearing yet.

Aira, with staggered steps and a nearly empty vodka bottle, vanished a while ago. Once in a while, you catch a glance of her from where you’re standing near the wall.

She’s not exactly reliable, but you can’t blame her. She’s just another person trying to survive through the game’s insanity.

At least she’s having a blast in this place, drinking and dancing to her heart’s content, even if you can’t possibly comprehend how she - and all these people - can simply forget about the deadly games that you all have been forced to play just to survive.

Or maybe some mindless fun is exactly what they need to keep going in this new reality that has been forced upon you. You, on the other hand, just want to go back to the old world.

A deep sigh rumbles from your chest and you cross your arms around the torso to hide the exposed skin revealed by the ridiculously skimpy bikini Aira gave you.

The crowd erupts with a thunderous round of cheers, frantic and excited - the result of the nasty combination of alcohol and other substances. Shifting the weight from one leg to another, you sigh again.

As your eyes wander around the crowd one last time before you call it a night, they catch a guy staring at you.

A shiver runs down your spine upon the realization that he’s one of the guys you encountered earlier, when leaving Hatto’s office.

It’s the one that whistled at you. The one with the shiny piercing decorating his brow. Standing on a corner of the room, a part of his black hair caught up in a hairstyle. Looking as menacing as the gun that leans against his shoulder.

He maintains eye contact, disturbing and insistent, while his pierced tongue slides out provocatively licking his lips. Gross.

Looking away from him, you push yourself from the wall, walking towards the door without looking back. You barely make it halfway there before you get pulled back, arm twisted back.

Even if you didn’t look at him, you’d know who grabbed you. Guys like him tend to be pushy.

“Aren’t you the new girl? That’s a nice bikini.” you bite your lip when he pushes you back to the wall with a harsh movement, caging you with his body.

You realize almost immediately that you’re on your own as soon as the people around you rush to walk away, fear plastered in their faces.

From up close, he’s even scarier, a deranged glint shining in his dark eyes. You try to slip your arm from his hold, forcing yourself to keep calm.

“Can you please let go of me?”

“Don’t think so.” he grins like a hungry shark, and you barely hold back a whimper when his fingers tighten up around your flesh to the point of aching. “I’m Niragi, by the way. And your name is …?”

Your hesitation only lasts a brief moment before revealing your name to him. There’s no use hiding it, anyways. He repeats it, savouring the word like it’s something delicious.

Niragi dives in and it’s only by a fraction of a second that you’re able to turn your face to the side, avoiding his lips from touching yours.

“Playing hard to get?” his voice deepens, hot breath fanning over your cheek. “Fuck, I like that. It makes me hard.”

You shut your eyes close, tears burning behind your eyelids as you struggle to keep them at bay.

Your stomach churns wildly when he licks your cheek, dragging his pierced tongue across your skin, leaving a trail of repulsive moisture behind.

“Hm, I’m gonna have so much fun with you.” he hums, wicked amusement coating his voice. “And I really wanna–”

“Niragi.” a masculine voice drifts from behind him, bored and blank. “Aguni has called.”

Niragi groans, reluctantly parting from your cheek. “Ugh, boss has such bad timing.”

You tremble, shakily opening your watery eyes at the chance of getting away from him. Niragi seems to come to the same realization and he chuckles darkly, face still hovering over yours.

“Don’t worry. I won’t forget about you.” his threatening promise has you paralyzed.

You still don’t look at him, head ducked down and eyes fixed on the ground as he swipes his tongue over your cheek one last time before he walks away.

🎇

The walk to your room is arduous enough, tears threatening to break your composure, legs shaking so much that you almost fall to the ground a few times. People stare at you, wide-eyed and concerned yet no one dares to talk to you. No one is willing to get burned in the crossfire of Niragi’s temper.

The lock of the bedroom is broken, like all rooms, so you settle for simply closing the door before pushing a chair against it. It won’t do much - you’re certain of that - the weak wood won’t hold much against a man’s strength, but there’s nothing else you can do.

You enter the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Tears burst, knees pushing you to the ground.

You feel dirty. Gross. Soiled from Niragi’s touch.

You want to go home so badly. To lock yourself in the safety of your room, to hide underneath the comfort of your blankets. A place where Niragi - or the cruel games - can’t affect you.

For the first time since you joined the games, you wonder if dying is actually that bad.

🎇

You hear him coming before you see him.

The carefree whistling gets louder at each step he takes. The door is kicked open, chair thrown to the side as Niragi barges inside your room.

You stay frozen in the same position you’ve spent the past hours on, the cold of the bathtub seeping through your skin as your heart races.

Fear fills your veins as Niragi loudly yells something that gets muffled down by the walls, the sounds of him trashing the room in his search for you.

You feel so trapped, conflicted between fighting or just letting it happen. Physical strength has never been your strongest suit and participating in the games hasn’t changed so.

Either way, it’s almost a given fact that Niragi will get what he wants. You feel that.

It takes less than a moment for him to realize where your hiding spot is. He kicks down the door, a vile grin growing wide on his face at finding you cowering inside the bathtub.

Niragi’s deranged laughter fills the small space, making your skin crawl.

“Well, well, well - look at what I found here. A pretty girl.”

That’s all it takes for the dam behind your eyes to burst, tears overflowing once again. A mocking smile decorates Niragi’s face as he heads towards you, only taking a quick moment to drop his gun in the sink.

“You scared?” he asks, ripping the shower curtain to the side as steps into the empty tub.

Your discomfort flares up when Niragi bends down, seizing your chin up with harsh fingers. His tongue flattens out against your cheek, licking clean the tears that won’t stop coming.

“Your skin is so soft. Delicious.”

He grunts, slurping noisily, taking his time as the wet muscle licks every inch of your cheek, your neck, until it reaches the valley between your chest. His fingers seize at your chest, kneading a boob with unnecessary strength.

Oh god, no.

“Get off me!”

Your scream catches both of you by surprise and before you can even realize, your knee shoots up. Niragi’s wail echoes through the walls as his groin gets kicked as his body slumps forward against you.

“You bitch!”

There’s no time to waste as you hurriedly push the man to the side, directing another kick his way.

It’s not enough to lose Niragi though as he comes right after you, tripping on his way out of the tub. His hand grabs your ankle, sending you face down to the floor. “Come back here, you little bitch!”

You cry out pain when your shoulder harshly bumps against the cold tiles but there’s no stopping for you, fueled by adrenaline that runs through your body.

Even as you kick at him with your spare foot, hands flaying to scratch him, Niragi doesn't budge—his grasp on your ankle is far too strong to slip.

You scream, raw and pitiful, body wildly thrashing around as Niragi starts tugging your ankle towards him.

“You wanna play? Let’s play then.” Niragi growls, the tent in his black pants visibly growing at your panic. Bastard.

Fear suffocates you like an octopus, wrapping its tentacles around you till you can’t even breathe properly. Your efforts are fruitless, pathetic, as Nigari overpowers you within short minutes, unbothered by your screaming and struggling.

He laughs like a demon, legs on each side of your body, trapping you against the bathroom tiles as the energy starts draining from your limbs.

“You’re so weak.” Niragi mocks, lips curling arrogantly. “Pathetically weak. Never really stood a chance against me, did you?”

Tears slip from the corners of your eyes as both of your wrists get seized up by his hand, the other one working on his pants.

You beg. “Please, don’t do this…”

He snarls like an animal.

“Oh, but I am gonna do this. Why would I stop now?”

The sound of the metal zipper opening is daunting and you shut your eyes closed, hoping to just dissociate from reality. It won’t work though, a small voice in the back of your mind warns you.

“Why would I stop now that I got you right where I want? On the ground. Helpless. Ready to be fucked.”

Your shorts and bikini bottoms are the next, ripped out from your body, leaving you chillingly exposed to him. Niragi doesn’t waste time slotting his legs between yours before you get the chance to try to close them.

“See, you never stood a chance against me. I always get what I want.”

His body pushes down on you, his weight suffocating you as he gets in position. His cock brushes against your inner thigh before Niragi guides himself inside you, insistently pushing against your opening.

Your shriek gets drowned by his groan as he impales you in a single motion, throwing his head back with pleasure at the painfully tight fit.

Before you can even form a single thought, Niragi is already setting up a harsh pace. Wails escape from your lips as he fucks you, violently and without mercy, bruising your walls.

Niragi laughs at you, relishing your powerless figure as he chases his high.

He was right, after all.

Niragi did get what he wanted.

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chishiyasdearjacket · 4 months ago

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Y/n: Wait, you like me??

Y/n: For my Personality???

Niragi: I know.

Niragi: I was surprised too.

#niragi suguru #aib niragi #alice in borderland #niragi x reader #niragi alice in borderland #niragi smut #alice in borderland imagine #boop #Chishiyasdearjacket

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organic-bloodbath · 2 months ago

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3 times a charm (or maybe the 6th) - Part 2

Niragi x Reader

Summary: You're separated from Arisu and Usagi, now traveling the deserted Tokyo alone with Niragi.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, 80% is just smut.

A/N: Practicing to write proper smut, i'm not the best at it bear with me pls i'm trying thanks. I've been craving to use this trope so long.

Part 1 ♤ Part 3

♤♧

You were separated from Arisu, Kuina and Usagi and were left with only Niragi now.

Amazing.

"You know, you don't have to pretend that you hate me," Niragi advised. "Must drain some amount of energy out of you."

"I don't hate you," you admitted without looking at him. "But i don't like you either."

"Mhm," Niragi hummed, eyeing you with narrowed eyes. "Didn't sound like it when i fucked you against the container."

"Shut up," you mumbled and tried to ignore him. "Enjoying sex doesn't equal to necessarily liking that person, mind you."

Niragi just grinned. “So, you admit that you enjoyed it, hm?”

You stopped and turned to look at him. “If I say I didn’t, are you just going to strip and fuck me again in the middle of this street to prove a point?” you asked, hands on your hips.

“Well, there’s nobody around now, is there? I’d be more than happy to ravish you again against that lamp pole over there.”

“Fine, I liked it,” you admitted. “But not enough to become a street prostitute.”

You kept walking forward, having no specific direction in your mind, fully knowing that his gaze was almost certainly on your ass, but you didn’t care right now.

“We’ll have such a great time together, princess,” Niragi mumbled, low enough that you didn’t hear him.

♤♧

It was raining hard outside, and both of you were soaking wet already and in an urgent need to find a shelter as soon as possible. Anywhere you could hide from the rain.

You eventually came across an empty apartment, the front door slightly open so you could enter inside.

As you walked around the few rooms, nobody was at home. The entire house had been ransacked from most useful items, the people who had lived there had clearly left this place long ago.

Arriving to the bedroom, you found out one thing you weren’t entirely happy with — there was only one bed. In the living room there was no couch either, only two armchairs.

"You'll get the armchair," you stated.

"How is that fair? I want to lay down when i sleep, not fucking sit."

"Make it work, i don't care."

You were shivering in your wet clothes, wanting to get them off as soon as possible but you weren't a big fan of stripping in front of Niragi.

Luckily for you, there was a closet full of clothes, some of them exactly your size too. You pulled a t-shirt and shorts there, not finding longer pants anywhere. Were these people dressing up only for summer?

“Fetch me a towel,” you commanded Niragi. It didn't come off as a request.

“What am I, your servant?” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows.

“A towel, now,” you repeated with a stern voice.

He eventually complied and left you alone for a moment. You pulled your wet shirt over your head and put it to dry on the back of a chair.

“Looking good, sweetheart,” Niragi grinned as he had returned to you, faster than you had expected. He was eyeing you from head to toe with his hungry glare, leaning against the door frame and adoring your bare back. You knew he’d be looking but right now you didn’t care. All you cared about was dry clothes and getting warm again.

“I know,” you sarcastically replied and took the towel from him. You started drying your arms, until felt Niragi’s body glue on yours behind you, hands resting on your hips.

“I could dry and warm you up, you know,” he whispered into your ear. “Better than that towel could.”

“I can do it myself, thanks,” you responded coldly and pushed him away.

You were more than ready to go to sleep, it had been a while since you had been able to sleep in a real bed. Definitely not since the Beach.

You laid yourself on the bed, Niragi joining you right after. He had taken his shirt and pants off, leaving him only in his underwear, not caring to borrow someone else's clothes.

You turned to lay on your side, your back facing Niragi. The window in the room wasn’t entirely closed, there was a small gap which brought chilly air inside the room, and you weren’t able to close it because of the slightly wrong position the hinges had been installed.

Niragi noticed how you were shivering under the blanket you were sharing. He scooped a little closer to you, the heat of his body already radiating towards you.

"Come on, baby. Let me warm you up," Niragi murmured and brushed his hand against your shoulder. Warm hand. His touch was so warm you wanted to give in and lean on it, merge your bodies into one.

"Call me 'baby' one more time and i'll break your wrist," you threatened seriously.

"I like it when you’re feisty," Niragi smirked. "Keep it up, makes me even more aroused than I already am."

He pressed his chest against your back, making you to want to let out a sigh of the warmth he was giving to you. He put his hand on your stomach, gently rubbing circles on it and sending you shivers.

"Niragi," you mumbled and grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him from going any further.

"Shh," he interrupted and rested his hand on your hip, pulling your lower body tighter against him, your ass rubbing against his crotch. "Let me make you feel good, okay? I'll warm you up better than any other man could."

His fingers played with the waistband of your shorts, not just yet going inside.

"I'd prefer to just go to sleep," you refused, closing your eyes. You were fully aware that he wouldn't stop unless you broke his nose or kicked him on the crotch.

"But i'm not tired yet, baby girl. Please make me tired, yeah?"

Niragi knew you wanted him as bad as he wanted you, it was clear to both of you. You tried to resist his touch the best you could but deep inside you wanted him to ruin you again. Niragi knew that deep down he had you wrapped around his finger - or would have very soon. If you truly didn't want him to touch you, you would have slapped his hand away the moment he laid a single finger against your skin and kicked him off the bed, forcing him to take the floor. If you didn't want him, he wouldn't be here holding you like this. His grip wasn't hard enough for you to be unable to free yourself from him - if that was what you wanted.

Niragi could read you better than you thought: you craved to be touched but was only stubborn to give yourself to a man like him easily.

He let his hand slowly slide inside your borrowed shorts, rubbing your clit against the fabric of your panties. Your eyes shot wide open, and you sucked in a breath, biting your lip not to let any other sounds come out of your mouth.

"I'm all yours, let me make you feel good," he whispered, breath hot against your ear, while he slid his finger against your folds, feeling the wet spot on the fabric.

He pushed the panties aside a little, touching your wet pussy with the tip of his finger. Just the slight contact of his finger already managed to make you gasp, which was a clear enough sign to Niragi that you truly needed someone to touch you.

“So wet already,” Niragi murmured. “Just for me? I know you need a release just as bad as I do.”

When you didn't push his hand away, he pushed the tip of his finger inside you, just an inch, and pressed his finger against your entrance, starting to slowly stretch the opening and stimulating all the nerve endings. He inserted another finger, again just an inch against the entrance, stretching and massaging, making you more and more wet.

You let out another gasp, now slightly louder than the previous one. He felt himself slowly becoming hard as well against his boxers, already imagining the picture of him being on top of you and fucking you dumb. He wanted to just grab you, rip your clothes off and take you, but he also wanted to take it slow. Cherish every moment, every second, with you. Listen to your needs and what made you feel good, not just think of pleasuring himself and then be done with you.

Eventually he pushed the two fingers completely inside your pussy in one go, until his knuckles hit your pussy, making you shiver in pleasure. You let a whimper out of your mouth, then biting your lip.

"Look at me," Niragi whispered, making you slowly stretch your neck to look at him over your shoulder. His pupils were dilated, lust and hunger for your body visible in his eyes. "Say that you want me to fuck you right now."

"You're asking me for my consent when you're already two fingers deep inside me?"

"I can pull out," he pointed out. “I can pull out, let you sleep and jack off by myself. Your call, hm?”

"I'm not going to start begging you to fuck me," you scoffed. "I'm-"

But your words were interrupted when he suddenly curled his fingers inside you, remembering just the right spot which made you go insane. A deep moan left out of your chest.

"Want me to do it again, hm?" he asked. “All you gotta do is just say the word.”

"I'm not going to beg," you gritted your teeth. Oh, he was going to make you beg.

He put more pressure on your clit with his thumb, rolling it against your bud in small circle patterns. You gritted your teeth harder together, sucking in a breath.

Just give up and let him fuck you stupid, the ache and need in your vagina whispered.

"You can stop resisting me, pretending to be hard to get is starting to get old," he said, narrowing his eyes when you didn't respond. "Alright then."

Niragi pulled his fingers out and let go of you. He wasn't done with you, no, not even close. He knew he had already managed to arouse and turn you on enough that you wouldn't be able to sleep before you'd experience an orgasm or two - maybe even three if he really managed to make you go feral. Leaving you hanging would make you crawl back to him, and if it didn't, you had much more willpower and stubbornness in you than Niragi expected.

Your eyes grew wider when his touch was gone, your pussy aching for more of him, needing to be filled. He had started this game and you had to finish it.

"Are you fucking serious?" you asked and turned to lay on your back, pushing yourself up to lay against your elbows.

"What? Is it so wrong to ask for a girl's consent, hm?" Niragi asked innocently. Then, his eyes grew a little wider and a grin spread on his face. "Oh, you’re one of those non-consent type of freaks, huh?"

A smirk on his face was now wide as he crawled on top of you, knees pressing against the mattress on both sides of your hips, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against your pussy. He leaned his face slowly closer to yours.

"I can work with that, you know," he purred, looking suddenly almost excited. “That’s why you played so hard to get at the Beach? Should have guessed.”

“I like consent very much, mind you,” you stated.

“Yeah?” he asked, examining your face whether he was making you uncomfortable but you showed no signs of it. You acted calm and unbothered, which Niragi wanted to erase. “Let me know when you want me to stop then. Say… hm. Say ‘clubs’ when you really want to stop, yeah?”

Niragi waited for a second to see that your brain had processed his words, until he brought his hand back on your stomach, sliding it under your panties now sooner than before.

You let out a scream when he pushed two fingers instantly inside you and started to pump them in and out of you in a fast pace - he was done playing sweet and slow now that you were wet enough for him. He curled his fingers against your walls, rubbing them on just the right spots. You weren’t prepared that he’d start fucking you with two fingers immediately, seeing how slow he had been with exploring your pussy a moment ago.

You didn't want to admit it, of course you didn't, but you needed his touch again. Not necessarily him specifically, but someone to touch you and get you off. Throwing yourself at him felt like giving up but you had started not to care about anything anymore. You simply craved to be filled, and Niragi was your only option right now – and he certainly knew exactly what he was doing and was good at it. He was extremely quick to learn your body and what made you feel good.

Niragi didn’t remove his gaze from your face even for a single second when he fucked you with his fingers, wanting to see every expression of pleasure on your face how much you were enjoying this. His touch. How good he managed to make you feel.

“Oh, oh my god,” you moaned. “Right there.” You were in complete ecstasy and would never want this feeling to stop. Then, he moved his fingers to another spot, waking you up from the trance for a second. “Wait, can you do that again?”

“Hm? This?” Niragi smirked, doing the same thing again which made you go absolutely feral.

You gasped, digging your nails into his skin next to his shoulder blades.

"Fuck," you whimpered.

“Cum on my fingers, baby girl,” Niragi purred into your ear.

And you did, your pussy clenching against his fingers while the orgasm waved through your limbs, legs shaking and shivering.

Niragi pulled his fingers out of you, licking his fingers clean from your juices. You were panting hard, shook from the orgasm which you just experienced.

“Was it good?” Niragi asked, brushing his thumb against your chin.

You nodded, cheeks warming up a little of the question which sounded almost comforting. “Yeah, it was good.”

“Your turn then,” he whispered, his finger brushing over your lower lip.

He grabbed your elbow and dragged both of you out of the bed, him standing on the floor and you sitting on the edge of the bed.

You looked down and saw the bulge on Niragi’s crotch, his cock already uncomfortably hard under his underwear, which he was quick to take off and drop on his ankles.

You swallowed when you look at his hardened cock — it was definitely thick and long and looking at it now right in front of you, you weren’t sure how you had been able to take it last time. The sight of him made you clench your thighs together, becoming even more wet of the thought how it was going to fit inside you. How he would feel inside you.

You sat on the floor on your knees and took his cock in your hand, rubbing the entire length a few times with your fingers, making him moan. You massaged his balls with your other hand, experimenting different ways to hold him to see what kind of reactions you could get out of him.

You pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, making him twitch of the contact of your lips. He was just as sensitive as you had been under his touch. You took just couple of inches of him inside your mouth first, gently rolling your tongue around the tip. Niragi had the biggest urge to just grab your head, slam his cock deep into your throat and start fucking your face like there was no tomorrow, but he didn’t. He let you do your thing in the pace you wanted, even though the teasing was driving him crazy.

Then, you slowly slid him into your mouth as far as you could until you started to gag. For a moment you sucked him on a slow pace, taking him in just half way, his cock hitting the back of your mouth repeatedly.

Soon, when you felt like you were ready, you pushed your head down, swallowing as you took him even deeper into your mouth and throat. Tears were forming in your eyes, the feeling becoming too much but you wanted to take all of him. Wanting to please him like he had pleased you, making him see nothing but stars when you'd be done with him.

Make him feel better than any girl had made him feel ever before.

“Christ, woman. You take my cock in so good,” Niragi sighed, putting his hands on the both sides of your head. “Look at me.” You moved your gaze towards his face, making eye contact with him. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth, baby. That okay? Grab my leg if it’s too much, yeah?”

He started pushing his cock first slower in and out of your mouth, making sure you were able to take him well enough and not make you choke too bad. When he noticed you didn’t struggle as much anymore, he started moving your head faster. His hand gripped your hair tightly, his grip so rough your scalp started to hurt but you weren't going to complain. Tears were forming back into your eyes as your nose hit his pelvis, chin rubbing against his balls. You concentrated on breathing through your nose, the hot air tingling against his skin.

You sucked your cheeks inwards, making Niragi let out a loud moan.

“Oh, just like that, sweetheart,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he continued fucking your mouth. “Do that again.”

You could sense he was close but it was starting to become too much, you not able to handle it anymore. You grabbed Niragi’s thigh, just as he had said, squeezing his flesh hard with your fingers. He let go of your head, pulling himself out of his mouth. You coughed violently, throat sore and in slight pain, while he stroked his cock with his own hand a few times until he was about to cum.

“Swallow it,” Niragi grunted, pushing his cock back inside your mouth but not as deep anymore. “Swallow all of it like a good girl.”

And you did — at least most of it, until you started coughing again. Part of his cum flew on the floor with your spit, some of it falling down your chin.

Niragi pulled you up by grabbing your arm, your legs feeling slightly unstable. When you were standing up, he brushed the remaining cum on your face off with his fingers, then pushing them into your mouth. You licked and sucked his fingers clean.

“You look so pretty with my cum all over your face,” Niragi mumbled and pulled you into a deep kiss, his tongue brushing the sore parts of your mouth.

"Was it good?" you repeated his own question to him, which made him smile.

“That was so good, baby."

Niragi pushed you back to the bed and flipped you on your stomach. He pulled your hips towards him, lifting your ass in the air a little bit to meet his throbbing cock.

He placed the tip of his cock against your pussy, rubbing it against you but not pushing in yet.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Niragi, just do it already!” you shouted, growing more and more frustrated. You were about to push yourself up but Niragi was quick to push you back down, his hand on the back of your neck pressing you hard against the mattress.

“Beg for it,” Niragi ordered. “It’s not that hard. Just a few words.”

“Fuck me,” you mumbled. “Fuck me, okay!”

“As you wish,” Niragi murmured and without another word, he dug his fingers in your ass and slammed his cock inside you way faster than you had expected, making you let out a loud scream. “Good, scream as hard as you can, baby girl. I’ll fuck you so good your throat is sore after the night.”

Your throat was already sore from his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, but you kept your mouth shut about that, not wanting to grow his ego any bigger.

“God, you’re so tight,” Niragi mumbled, hitting your cervix with almost every thrust. He was building so much pressure inside you that it became even painful but the pleasure overcame the pain.

Sex with him was even better than last time - a lot better -, now that you were indoors and on a soft bed instead of outside, feeling just cold metal against your back. Last time was way more hurried because you had a timer running down second by second, but now? You had the entire night to hold and fuck each other as much as you wanted — and you knew Niragi wasn’t going to stop any time soon. He could handle you in the best ways possible, being rough but not enough to severely hurt you. He could do anything he wanted to you right now and you’d just take it.

Christ, you had wasted so much time for being so stubborn and rejecting him at the Beach.

His hips slammed against your ass with every thrust so hard you hit the bed frame once in a while, making your head hurt.

“Can we, oh god— Can we move back, a little, just a little bit,” you stuttered between the moans that forced their way out of your mouth. “M-my head hurts.”

He pulled out of you, grabbing your thighs and pulling you backwards a little. You groaned for the feeling of not having him inside you anymore, needing him to fill you completely. He flipped you back on your back, crawling on top of you.

He brushed a few strands of your hair out of your sweaty forehead. “Wouldn’t want my girl get a concussion,” he said quietly. His words somehow managed to make your heart flutter. My girl. Two simple words but they made butterflies spawn inside your stomach.

Niragi pressed his lips against yours, instantly pushing his tongue inside your mouth to explore every corner, going as deep towards your throat as he possibly could. He lined the tip of his cock back against your entrance, pushing inside and continued thrusting inside you with a fast pace while kissing you. He kept your hands against the mattress on both sides of your head, interlocking your fingers with his.

"Faster," you mumbled against his lips. "No, ah- harder."

You didn't think he'd be able to go any faster or harder but he proved you wrong, slamming his hips against you so hard the bed was shaking under you.

He moved his lips down on your neck, starting to suck on several different spots before he found the one which made you go crazy. It felt so good, but…

Wait, no. No, no, no.

“Niragi, wait,” you mumbled, trying to get your hands free from his grip but he pressed your palms against the mattress too hard for you to be able to do that. “Don’t, don’t make any bruises, okay?”

Niragi smirked against your skin, gently biting above your collarbone. “What, scared of me marking you and showing all the other men that you’re already someone else’s?”

He stopped his hips from moving for a second, having his entire length buried inside you and gently brushing your cheek as he looked into your eyes.

“Because, sweetheart, you already belong to me,” he whispered. “You’ll learn to admit it with words too some day.”

For a few seconds there was a little softer look in his eyes but it was gone as fast as it had appeared there. Or maybe you just wanted to see a slightly softer part of him and only imagined it — you weren’t sure.

He kept fucking you like that, violently thrusting in and out of you and hitting your cervix and g-spot repeatedly, not holding back at all, until your orgasm had started to build up so high that you felt like you’d explode soon.

“I’m, I’m close. So close,” you breathed out, clawing his back and wrapping your legs tighter around his waist — clinging on him like a koala on a tree branch.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your hair. Niragi was covered in sweat, his skin turning almost sticky.

Then, your walls clenched around his pulsing cock as you came, the orgasm waving through your body like a waterfall. You were clinging on him so hard it must have hurt him but you didn’t care about anything else than you being in his arms anymore. You arched your back, your toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He slammed his cock inside you one more time, hips pressing against your pussy hard to keep his cock as deep as he possibly could inside you while he spilled every drop of his sperm into your uterus.

Then, his body fell limp against you, the weight of him almost suffocating you. He was out of breath and needed a moment to gather his strength back to lift himself off you.

When he laid down on his back next to you, he closed his eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths. You thought you had already experienced mind blowing sex before, but with Niragi? This was way better than anything else you had ever had before.

Niragi got up and left the room, making you a little confused where he was going but he came back quite soon with a white towel. Your inner thighs were a messy mix of his and your cum, becoming sticky if it managed to dry on your skin. Niragi started rubbing the soft towel on your thighs, cleaning your legs the best he could.

He didn’t say a word during the process of cleaning you, and neither did you. You just admired him being so soft with you, compared to the roughness just a moment ago.

He threw the towel on the floor and laid the both of you down on the mattress.

“You know, I think i called you ‘baby’ several times and my wrists aren’t broken,” Niragi whispered. “I’m starting to think you like it.”

“I don’t,” you denied.

Maybe just a little, you thought.

“Mhm,” Niragi smirked.

You were ready to fall asleep and turned to lay on your side, putting a little distance between you and Niragi, but he wasn’t having it. Niragi grabbed your waist and pulled you back towards him until your back was fully against his chest.

He slowly moved his hand from your stomach to cup your right breast but you grabbed his wrist and placed it back on your waist.

“Goodnight, Niragi,” you said.

“You can’t blame a man for trying,” he smirked.

“Goodnight,” you repeated, closing your eyes.

Niragi pressed a soft kiss on your temple. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

♤♧

Queen of Spades

The next day, you walked to a game arena with Niragi, joining the other players there. It was some sort of a power plant with several floors and staircases.

You scanned the people there until your gaze landed on two familiar faces.

Arisu and Usagi.

Usagi saw you almost as fast as you her. She immediately tapped Arisu on his shoulder, getting his attention and pointing towards you and Niragi.

Niragi put his hand around your shoulder and waved at Arisu, a small smile on his face. Not exactly a ‘happy to see you, old friend’ smile though. You were quick to push his hand away from you and walked to Usagi.

“We’ve been so worried of you,” Usagi gasped and took you into a warm hug. “What happened to you?” She glanced at Niragi, a worry clear on her face. She lowered her voice, trying to prevent Niragi from hearing your conversation. “Are you… okay?”

“I’m fine,” you assured her, adding a little smile after your reply.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Usagi whispered, furrowing her eyebrows. She was entirely aware of what Niragi was capable of doing.

“No, I’m fine,” you confirmed. But apparently Niragi had heard Usagi’s question and approached closer to the two of you now.

“I’m hurt, sweetheart,” he gasped, his hand against his heart. “Now why would I ever hurt a pretty girl like Y/N?”

He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, a grin on his face. You slapped his hand away and walked towards Arisu to talk with him for a moment before the game would start. But you did feel your cheeks warming up and turn slightly pink, your mind grabbing that one compliment in the middle of his sentence - serious or not.

Niragi couldn’t help but grimace a little when he saw you smiling at something what another man said to you. He wanted to be the one to make you smile.

Just him.

♤♧

A man of the Queen's team pushed you over the edge, and you were holding on the railing for your dear life, hanging in the cold night air. The drop to the ground was at least 50 metres, probably more - enough to break your spine and crack your skull.

Enough to kill you.

This was it, you were going to die. Arisu and Usagi had ran elsewhere, they weren’t there to save you. All these games you had survived and now you were going to lose your life because you fell over an edge? How pathetic.

Your hand was just about to slip when someone grabbed your arm. You looked up at your savior.

Niragi.

"What do we have here, huh?” Niragi smirked. “A damsel in distress.”

“Are you claiming to be a prince to come for my rescue?” you scoffed. Your life was now completely in the hands of this man.

A man who could kill a person without regret. A man who didn’t get emotionally attached to anyone else. He could easily just let go and let you fall to your death. Did you matter anything to him? No, you were just a good fuck to him, of course you were. Were you worth saving? Hundreds of thoughts raced through your head in a short span of time.

Niragi pulled you up, instantly pulling you against him by your waist. He brushed your hair with his fingers and pressed your head on the crook of his neck, soothing you with his other hand brushing your back. You hugged him back, holding on him to try and calm down. Niragi felt your body trembling in his hold, not saying a word before you’d get yourself together. Your heart was beating fast, and you had to inhale deep breaths a few times, melting into his touch.

When you had recovered from the initial panic, you broke the hug and pushed yourself away from Niragi, but he kept his hands firmly on your hips.

"Now, what about a kiss for saving your life again?" Niragi suggested, lifting his right eyebrow, a cocky grin on his lips. Was he proud of acting all heroic towards you, being the one to save the day? Well, he had saved your life, so you had to be grateful for him.

"If i refuse, are you going to push me over the railing, just to save me again until i finally agree to kiss you?"

"You know me so well, sweetheart," Niragi smirked, rubbing your shoulders.

You grabbed his head so that this time he wouldn't be able to turn it around. You pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, scarred skin feeling rough against your lips. You started to run away from him towards the place where other players were — the game wasn’t yet over —, leaving Niragi on his own for a moment.

"What a tease," Niragi mumbled with a smile on his face, touching the spot on his cheek you had just kissed.

Niragi caught up with you and grabbed your elbow, yanking you towards him and making you crash on his chest. You tried to push him off but he had a tight grip on your waist now with both of his hands.

"You've let me fuck you dumb twice but now you refuse to simply kiss me," Niragi stated and narrowed his eyes. "Now, why's that? Because there's other people around who could see us, hm? You embarrassed of me, sweetheart?"

You didn't answer. Were you embarrassed of being seen with him? If Arisu or Usagi saw you two together, they'd definitely think something was wrong with you. Usually you didn't give a damn what other people thought of you, but for some reason you wanted to keep Niragi a secret. But was it embarrassment or something else? You weren't sure.

"I'm not embarrassed," you denied but he didn't seem to believe you.

"Mhm," he hummed, letting go of you after eyeing you a few moments longer.

Why did he look a little… upset? Nah, of course you just imagined it.

“So, you wouldn’t mind to do the cheek kiss in front of your little friends?” he tested you.

“What, you want to make us look like an official couple or something?” you scoffed, just joking and raising your eyebrows. He stood now right in front of you, only an inch or two between your bodies as he was towering over you.

“We don’t have to be a couple but you’re still mine,” he murmured, his forefinger under your chin.

“Again, you don’t claim me,” you stated seriously.

“Tell yourself what you want, baby girl,” Niragi said and pressed his hand on the back of your neck, leaning closer to your face, brushing his lips gently past your cheek. “But your pussy will throb only for my cock.”

Shivers traveled down your spine, making you suck in a quick breath. A grin spread on his face, he could read you so well and tell that he had gotten you all to himself.

“I could fuck you against that railing too, I wouldn’t mind other players run past us,” Niragi murmured. “Just give me the word and I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

Looking into your eyes, Niragi realized one thing. He’d do anything for you, anything you asked for him to do. He’d kill any man who’d ever hurt you. He’d pleasure you in the ways that made you see stars and make you feel like you were in a paradise instead of this hellhole. He’d kneel in front of you like a peasant to his queen. Just a word and he’d do anything you wanted.

Did it sting his heart that you didn’t want others see Niragi touching you? It did, a little — but it was better to have you in secret than not at all.

You weren’t only all his — he was also all yours.

♤♧

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Hot Mess

Niragi x F!Reader

Summary: The Beach is a hot mess tonight, and so are you.

Content Warning: NSFW (18+); porn WITHOUT plot, smutty smut, just smut fr, daddy kink (bc Talia wouldn't be as funny without daddy issues), sex in public, curse words, brief mention of drugs and alcohol

I won't tell anyone what or what not to do, but please interact responsibly ✨️

A/N: I apologize for this.

Somehow, this story garnered enough interest that I was inspired to start a full collection of stories about this Niragi and Reader. Find the One Look Collection here 💕

Bright lights flashing, bass booming, drinks and drugs flowing. It is the way of The Beach. The temperature is hot and extremely humid tonight, making the air feel sweet and sticky around you. The people of The Beach are out of their minds, the bodies that dared to remain around the pool in this wet heat were dripping in sweat, among other things. The later it got, the more people coupled up and weren't exactly shy about it; the scene was quickly becoming a hot mess, and you were here for it.

You're sat listlessly in Niragi's lap on a luxurious cushioned daybed at the back corner of the pool deck. The man liked to perch himself where he could keep an eye on things. One of his large hands splayed protectively across your bare belly, the other rubbing soothing patterns up and down your thigh, fingers inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most.

You're keeping an eye on things too; it just happens that those things are making you extremely turned on. You are decidedly not immune to the veil of lust that had been blanketed over the resort tonight.

You're already getting desperate, shifting slightly to find some sort of friction. In doing so, you make your boyfriend groan under you and you notice his clothed bulge hardening as you squirm around.

"Easy, baby. Don't start things you can't finish," the man growls in your ear, pressing his tongue against the sweet spot on your neck. The delightful contrast of the warmth from his tongue and the coolness from the metal piercing never ceases to send a shiver down your spine. You nearly moan thinking of somewhere else you'd like to feel it.

A breathy gasp escapes you, grasping some strands of his hair between your fingers as he continues marking your neck before moving on to lick and bite your shoulders. Fuck, you feel on fire.

"Niragi, please," you beg instantly without being prompted for once, needing so much more from the man underneath you. You can feel his smirk against your neck, hearing you beg was one of his favorite things.

"Aww, my good girl, already begging for me. Tell me what you want, babe," he coos, long fingers dipping down provokingly towards your bikini bottoms.

You whine loudly, uninhibited, as his middle finger finds your clit through the fabric of your swimsuit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. "So wet for me, babe, you've soaked through your bathing suit," the man grins earnestly.

"Niragi! Quit teasing, please. I need you," you cry in frustration. It wasn't as though the man hadn't noticed that the entire population seemed to be in a lust filled haze; he just hadn't expected you to be joining them. He is not complaining in the slightest.

His grin spreads further across his already darkened features, he is definitely going to soak in this moment, "You want me to touch you in front of all these people, princess? Let them see how you fall apart on my fingers, hm?" You throw your head back with a heedy a moan at his dirty words, fuck yes you want that.

"Please, baby."

Niragi scans the pool deck once more, knowing that these idiots were not at all paying attention to you, all wrapped up in their own sloppy attempts to get off. A pity, for them; you were gorgeous.

He shifts you in his lap slightly, allowing your head to fall back on his shoulder as he wraps one arm around to hold you up and the other finally plunging into the drenched bottoms of your tiny bikini.

"What a mess you've made, princess," Niragi drawls, his middle and ring fingers gliding easily through your folds. Soaked. It would be easy for the man to notch his cock inside you right now, watching you impale yourself on him. But not yet. Niragi needed to savor this once in a lifetime moment.

He turns his head to look down at your face, eyes wide and doe-like staring up at him, pleading with him to take care of you. He grins wickedly, drinking in this moment. His lips crash down on yours in a fiery kiss, pressing two fingers into your dripping wet heat.

The man swallows your moans, taking the opportunity of a particularly loud one to press his tongue into your mouth. You gratefully accept, loving the way his tongue piercing feels against you, his fingers working you into a frenzy.

When his thumb expertly finds your clit, pressing down on it in tandem with his fingers working through you, you begin to babble incoherently. You won't last long like this, but Niragi doesn't care. He'll rip as many orgasms out of you as you'll give him; it makes his entire body feel warm to be wanted so desperately by you. He pulls away from your sloppy kiss, lips still attached to yours by a string of saliva.

"Feel good, my baby?" He asks, eyes blackened and a hint of teasing in his tone. His fingers curl in the most glorious way, hitting your spongey spot and making your toes curl and head spin.

A sharp whine escapes you, "Feels amazing, Daddy." Your once closed eyes pop open and you bring your hands to cover your mouth with an embarrassed gasp. Where the fuck had that come from? Niragi has frozen too, looking down at you in a way you've never seen him look before. Dangerous, like he is about to devour you whole. Your breath hitches, mental fog lifting a bit to realize that you might have fucked up.

"Say it again," he commands. Your furrow your eyebrows, slightly confused at his request. He yanks his fingers out of your dripping hole, bringing them to his mouth and sucking your arousal off them, charcoal eyes never leaving yours. You whimper at the loss of contact, but extremely turned on by his action.

"Say it again, or I stop touching you," he threatens this time, causing you to whine brattily. "Please Daddy, it feels amazing when you touch me like that," you acquiesce. A guttural rumble deep in Niragi's chest and the twitch of his cock still restrained in his jeans tells you that he loves it. How fun, a new kink.

You take this opportunity to turn around to face your boyfriend and clumsily release his rock hard and leaking member from his pants. Niragi's breath catches in his throat in surprise, it melting into a low groan of pleasure as your soft angelic hands jerk him a couple of times.

He reaches between you to shift your bikini bottoms to the side, lifting your hips, and helping you slide slowly down onto him. You both let out a moan in tandem, his hard cock stretching you so deliciously that your cunt is already fluttering around him.

"Fuck baby girl," Niragi hisses, "You're so tight, squeezing me so much, babe." More whines and mewls escape you hearing how desperate Niragi is for this, for you. You feel your arousal dripping onto his thighs and the cushioning of the daybed.

"Ride Daddy's cock, baby. Take what you need from him," he coos, making you clench further around him. Yes, you think you both love this new kink of yours. Your arms come up to rest on Niragi's shoulders, his hands gripping tightly at your hips. You start slow, lifting your hips until only the tip remains, then sliding all the way back in, feeling his heavy balls slap against you. You want to take your time teasing, but damn it if you aren't already close to your peak again.

You plant your feet on either side of Niragi's hips, using them as leverage to bounce yourself up and down on his cock, tears forming in your eyes at how perfect he felt inside you. You lean down to join your lips once more, allowing your moans of desperation to be caught in each other's mouths.

"Damn it, princess, m'so close already. What have you done to me tonight?" he warns you, making you whine. You don't want this amazing encounter to be over so soon. He brings his hand between you to slip two fingers onto your clit, rubbing quick circles just the way he knows you love it.

You're mesmerized for a few moments by the wet squelching of your arousal, the slapping of your skin against Niragi's, and the gasps and moans emitted from each of you. You wish you could hold onto this moment forever, but your pussy is getting tighter around your boyfriend, and he knows that you'll both be done for soon.

Niragi lifts you easily, expertly keeping his cock inside you as he lays you down on your back. Your legs come to wrap tightly around his waist as he wastes no time rutting into you desperately. He finds the sweet spot on your neck, a mess of teeth and saliva marking you for all to see. His.

If any of them bothered to look up from their own encounters, they'd see just how his you really are; eyes glazed over, lips swollen and covered in saliva, neck littered with bruises of varying shades of green, yellow, and black. But most of all, if they were paying attention, they'd see how your tight pussy drips messily for him now, how you mewl breathily underneath him, begging him to fill you with his warm cum.

"Daddy, please," you beg, so cockdrunk you aren't sure what you're begging for. But Niragi knows what his baby wants. "You want Daddy to fill your pretty pussy, huh, angel? Such a desperate little baby for my cum, aren't you?"

His filthy words combined with his cock driving intensely in and out of your weeping channel causes you to squeal loudly for Niragi, whose eyes shimmer at the prospect of someone, anyone looking over at you. You, who is getting her brains fucked out by him.

"Yes, Daddy please! Fill me up with your cum!" One, two, just three more thrusts sends Niragi over the edge, his balls tightening and letting out a feral groan into your neck. The flood of his hot cum into your womb pulls you over with him, lips and teeth finding his as you ride your highs together. So fucking hot, you think you nearly black out.

It takes some time to come down from that precipice, your breathing evening out over time as Niragi remains pressed on top of you, head resting in the crook of your neck. The man grins against your neck as he feels your pulse calming, one of your hands carding through the strands of his hair soothingly.

"Are you okay, princess?" He asks eventually, shakily pushing himself off of you and pulling out. You nod as you watch him adjust himself and put his cock away, then moving his attention to you.

"You look like a hot mess, baby," he laughs, admiring the way his cum seeps out of you before using two fingers to collect it and push it back in. "Let's get you inside, hm?"

"Okay, Daddy," you agree with a wide smirk.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

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