#niragi alice in borderland

[ankababy]

A Home (part 28)

Part 1 Part 27

Chishiya x reader x Niragi

Something happened, just again.

Knock knock knock.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed. The room still smelled like Niragi.

You knew it was Kuina. She was the only one who knocked like that.

“Come in.” you said quietly.

The door creaked open.

You offered a small, tired smile. The kind people gave at funerals. “Hey.”

“Hey.” she said back, just as soft. She stepped in. “Can I sit?”

You nodded. She didn’t waste time. Just dropped onto the bed beside you.

But this time felt different. This time you were quieter. This time she could feel the ache coming off you. And she wasn’t sure if it was better or worse than yesterday.

“Bad night?” she asked.

You let out a breath that sounded like it weighed a thousand pounds. Then: “No.”

You didn’t elaborate. Didn’t have to. Because she knew. You saw it in her eyes—she already fucking knew.

“Niragi.”

Silence.

And then she nodded, slow. “Of course.”

“And I let him.”

She didn’t say anything at first. Just waited. Waited until you kept going, because she knew you would. Because even if you were falling apart, you still had this need to confess.

“It’s not like I believe him. I’m not stupid.” you whispered. “I know he’s not changing. I know he says what I want to hear because he’s good at it. He’s always been good at it.” you said. “I’m a fucking therapist.” you added. “I helped people like him. I saw people like him. Told girls to leave guys like him. And now I’m…”

You trailed off. Voice gone.

Kuina reached for your hand, and you let her take it.

“I know something’s wrong.” you whispered. “I know. It’s not like I don’t fucking see it.”

She wanted to pull you into her chest and scream. Shake you. Tell you, he doesn’t deserve you. Tell you, you’re breaking and he likes it. Tell you, this isn’t love—it’s something new and sick wearing a pretty face.

But she didn’t. Because she knew that wouldn’t work. So she just held your hand. And said: “I hate seeing you like this.”

“I know.” you murmured.

“I wish you didn’t let him back in.”

“I know.” you said again. Softer.

“I wish you’d let me be enough.”

That one made your heart skip. You looked at her, eyes wide.

Kuina looked away.

“I’m not trying to be one of them.” she said, voice tight. “I’m not. I just… I wish I could be enough for you to choose yourself.”

Good save.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. Your chest hurt too much. The inside of your skull felt like it was going to collapse in on itself. You felt like a ghost in your own life. And still—still—you felt yourself thinking about Niragi’s hands, the way he’d had his hand on you, keeping you close.

It felt good.

Even if it was fake.

You didn’t say anything for a while. Just sat there beside her.

“Let’s go for a walk.” you whispered. You were already standing.

“A walk?” she repeated.

You nodded, distracted now, already moving toward the closet to get your ass together. You pulled your hair back, fast but careful, fingers moving with that grace that made Kuina ache sometimes.

Because fuck, you were so pretty.

Even like this. Even with sadness leaking out of your pores and tiredness pressed under your eyes. You still looked like something out of a dream.

You glanced back at her, smiling a little. “You coming?”

“Yeah.” she said quickly, standing. “Yeah. Of course.”

You opened the door. And there he was. Fucking Chishiya, leaning against the wall opposite your room, arms crossed like he’d been there forever. Like he hadn’t just arrived a second ago. Like he didn’t care.

But he did.

Kuina saw the way he looked at you. Not casual. Not chill. Not even angry. Longing. And maybe something softer underneath, something buried under layers of pride and fear.

“Wow.” Kuina muttered under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. “Of course.”

Chishiya’s eyes flicked to her, then back to you.

“Can we talk?” he asked you, voice calm.

You froze for a heartbeat. Just enough for Kuina to see it. The hesitation. The ache. Then you glanced at her. “Just a minute?”

She hated that she nodded. Hated that you looked relieved.

And Chishiya? That bastard looked smug. But only a little. Only enough for Kuina to want to slam his head into the nearest wall.

She stepped back inside your room without a word, even though she wanted to say a thousand.

You stepped into the hallway, arms crossed over your stomach.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“Yeah.” he said eventually. Cool. Dry. “You?”

You gave him a slow little shrug. Your fingers reached up without thinking, brushing lightly against the collar of his white hoodie.

The corner had flipped inward.

You fixed it.

He didn’t stop you.

“You always wear this one.” you murmured, not even really talking to him, more to yourself. “Smells like you.”

He didn’t answer that. Couldn’t. Because his brain was screaming. Because all he wanted to do was grab your hand and never let it fall again. Keep it there. Tell you to press your cheek to his chest and listen—listen to how his heart only ever sped up around you.

But he didn’t say any of that.

He didn’t say anything.

You let your hand fall. You were still so soft. Still stupidly warm. Your voice, your eyes—none of it matched this place. And every time you looked at him, it fucked with his head. Because he didn’t deserve that look.

But he’d die to keep getting it.

“I know what you did.”

Chishiya didn’t blink. “You already said that yesterday.”

“I know.” You bit your lip. “I just wanted to say it again. That I know. And that I… I let it go. That was my choice. I let you kiss me anyway. I let you touch me anyway. I let you—”

You stopped.

Too much.

Too honest.

“And do you regret it?” he asked.

You shook your head. No hesitation. “No.” you said, so earnestly it made him feel sick. “I don’t regret you.”

What the fuck.

What the actual fuck.

He didn’t deserve you. He knew that. He’d known it since the second your lips brushed his the first time—shaky, soft, uncertain. Still. Choosing him again. It made him feel something so big he couldn’t even name it.

“I just don’t know if I can keep doing this.” you added, voice trembling now. “Not knowing what’s real. What’s true. Who you even are.”

He didn’t have an answer. He didn’t know who he was when it came to you. Only that he wanted more. More of your voice. More of your hands. More of that blind, blinding affection you threw around.

“I can’t tell you everything.” he said finally. “You know that.”

You looked down. Nodded. “I know.” Then you laughed a little, sad and honest. “You really don’t even try to be the good guy, do you?”

Chishiya smiled faintly. “No.”

“I think I liked that about you.” you said. “Until I didn’t.”

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t ask what that meant. Because if he did, he might not like the answer.

But then you looked at him again. And even now, even after everything, you still looked like you cared. And fuck—he wanted to be good. Just for a second. Just for you.

But he couldn’t.

“We’re going for a walk.” you said, your voice still soft from all that unshed grief. “Me and Kuina.”

You hesitated. Then tilted your head.

“You wanna come?”

You said it like it meant nothing, like it was just a walk. Like inviting a loaded gun into your pocket wasn’t something you were already used to.

His face didn’t change. But inside, a thousand fireworks went off at once. One part of him wanted to say no. Wanted to stay cold. Wanted to preserve the image of himself you hadn’t completely seen through yet.

But then his mouth moved. And out came, “Sure.”

~

Kuina opened the door when you knocked twice. She was leaning against the window frame, and when she turned, her face froze.

Chishiya behind you.

Of course.

You gave her a sheepish little smile and said, “He’s coming too.”

She didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. Her eyes said it all: Are you serious? Again? You just told me—but she didn’t argue. Just nodded, slow, and walked out ahead of you.

Because if this was a suicide, she’d at least walk beside you when it happened.

~

Kuina on your left, Chishiya on your right, and you in the middle.

No one spoke for the first five minutes.

“You okay?” you finally asked, glancing at Kuina.

And fuck, even now—you were still worried about other people.

Kuina gave you a nod. “Yeah.” Then: “You?”

You smiled a little. “I think so.” Liar. “Do you guys ever think about what we’ll do if we get out of here?”

“Every day.” Kuina said instantly.

You smiled at that.

And Chishiya? He gave a little hum. That was it.

So you turned to him, playful now, gently poking his arm through the slim fabric of his sleeve. “You think you’d survive real life, Chishiya?”

He glanced at you, expression the usual. “I’m surviving this one.”

“Barely.” Kuina muttered.

He smiled faintly.

You laughed.

Kuina saw how your eyes flicked to Chishiya like you were hoping he’d say something kind. He didn’t. He never did. And still, you kept walking next to him. And Kuina kept walking next to you. Because she wasn’t leaving. Not yet. Not until she figured out how to get you back.

~

Arisu and the girl—what was her name, Usagi, maybe?—stood in the middle of the lobby, the middle of the crowd. They were too clean. Too still. Too alive.

You followed Chishiya’s gaze, watching the boy’s nervous movements, the girl’s stance. You could tell they were close—even from this far.

“Are you sure?” you asked softly. No challenge in your tone. Just real curiosity, quiet concern. “They look… I don’t know. New.”

“Exactly.” Chishiya said, arms crossed.

You watched them a second longer. The way Arisu’s shoulders hunched. The way Usagi’s eyes never stopped moving. Like she’d already figured out where the exits were. Like she didn’t trust anything.

And still—you tilted your head slightly, thinking. “They’re scared.”

Chishiya gave a lazy shrug. “So were you.”

He wasn’t wrong. You were scared, once. But you had the boys. You still were, sometimes. But that wasn’t the point.

Still, you nodded. Just once. “Alright.”

You’d never tell him, but a piece of you always gave in when he said things like that. Not because you thought he was right. But because you needed someone to be sure of something in this place. And Chishiya always sounded sure.

Maybe that’s why Kuina didn’t question him either.

She stood next to you, arms loose, eyes narrowed as she studied the girl—Usagi, yeah, that was her name. A runner, probably. The way her legs shifted, the way her body stood alert. She didn’t look like someone who stayed still long.

She looked at him. Then looked at you.

And in this, just this—she didn’t argue. Because if there was one thing she still believed, it was that Chishiya knew how to win. Even if it cost him everything else.

“So we’re using them?” she asked, voice neutral. “That’s the play?”

Chishiya nodded once.

“And they don’t even know.” you added, more to yourself than anyone. “They don’t even know what they’re about to walk into.”

“That’s the point.” Chishiya said. “No one who sees it coming plays their part right.”

Kuina exhaled, long and slow. She didn’t like it. But she didn’t stop it, either.

And you… you watched the two humans as they stood still while people were shouting and going to play.

You didn’t even know their names. Didn’t have to. They were just pieces on the board. And maybe that made you sick, a little. But you still stood beside Chishiya, you still said nothing else.

Because you loved him.

And some part of you always would.

The people were all so loud.

“They’re excited.” you muttered, tilting your chin slightly as a group of shirtless boys pushed past a girl in heels and a bikini top. One of them whistled. Another slapped her ass. She laughed. It didn’t touch her eyes.

“They’re stupid.” Chishiya replied flatly.

You gave him a small smile. “Same thing, here.”

“People love to die in groups.” Chishiya said, and the way he said it made it sound less like a joke and more like a clinical fact. Something studied. Proved. Repeated.

And you believed him, because you’d seen it. They liked being led to the edge of a cliff as long as they weren’t alone. There was comfort in it, somehow. Even if they were getting slaughtered. So long as everyone else was too.

A part of you almost envied it. That stupid, blind joy. That fake confidence.

But you didn’t see Niragi.

You didn’t even realize you were looking until Kuina turned slightly toward you and said, “He’s not out there.”

You blinked, startled. “What?”

She didn’t look at you. Just kept watching the emptying building. “Niragi. That’s who you’re trying to spot, right?”

Your mouth opened. Closed. Then you shrugged, soft. “I just thought maybe he’d be out here.”

He wasn’t.

“Probably already getting ready for the game.” Chishiya said. “He likes showing off. Wants to be first one in.”

You didn’t answer. But you did feel it—low in your stomach. That quiet pressure on your stomach. The one that made it hard to stay calm when Niragi disappeared from your line of sight too long.

“Stop looking for him.” Kuina said, voice low now. Almost gentle. “He’ll find you if he wants to.”

You swallowed. Nodded. But your eyes still swept the crowd one more time.

And Chishiya noticed. But he didn’t say anything. Not directly. Not yet. Instead, he leaned against the pillar. His voice was casual when he asked, “How many of them do you think make it back?”

You followed his gaze. Watched two girls laughing too loud as they joined a group heading toward the gate.

“Ten.” you said.

Kuina: “Five.”

Chishiya, dryly: “Three.”

The silence that followed was long. You didn’t break it. Just stood there, shoulder brushing Chishiya’s, Kuina a few feet to your right, and all of you watching the parade. Like always, they thought it was a party. Like always, they’d learn.

“Alright.” you said gently. “That’s enough death-watching for tonight.”

Chishiya glanced at you sideways. Kuina tilted her head, a quiet raise of the brow.

“You guys should go to bed.” you said, softer now. “Sleep matters.”

You moved toward Kuina. Touched her elbow briefly. Gentle. Anchoring. You didn’t say anything, but you didn’t need to. Kuina looked at you and something small softened in her eyes. She always melted under kindness. Not anyone’s, but yours. You made her want to be gentle again. Just not here. Not yet.

Then you turned to Chishiya. He didn’t flinch, didn’t move. Just kept watching you the way he always did.

“Don’t stay up all night thinking.” you murmured, brushing imaginary lint from his shoulder like he was someone you tucked into bed every night. “You’re no good to anyone tired.”

His mouth twitched. Maybe a smile. Maybe not. He didn’t answer.

But you leaned in anyway, just a little. “Goodnight, Chishiya.”

Then back to Kuina. “Night, Ku.”

You didn’t even look back. Didn’t have to.

You were a fucking angel in a place like this.

And it hurt to watch you walk away.

Because neither of them knew if they’d get to keep you. Not for real. Not forever.

The moment you touched Chishiya’s collar, the moment your fingers ghosted across his skin, he knew he was beyond saving. Knew it in that quiet, cold way that made him want to smile and scream at the same time.

He’d accepted it long ago, the sickness of it. The way his stomach twisted when you looked at him. The way his chest burned when you laughed. The way his body went completely still when you were sad.

He was obsessed. Absolutely, clinically. But he didn’t act obsessed. That was the difference between him and Niragi.

Niragi showed it—wore it. Chishiya hid it. Let it rot.

You made him feel. Which was fucking inconvenient, considering he spent his whole life making sure he didn’t.

You trusted him.

He lied to you.

And still—you trusted him.

Beside him, Kuina still hadn’t moved either. She didn’t need to look at him to know what was going on in that too-quiet, too-still little mind of his. She felt it. She didn’t like it. Because she saw you. Really saw you. And that was rare in this place.

You were perfect and it made Kuina feel like she needed to wrap her arms around you and shield you from everything—even when you didn’t want it. Even when you ran right back into the arms of people who would devour you if you let them.

She didn’t understand why.

Why you chose them. Why you kept circling back to the worst of it.

But she knew what it meant to be desperate for love. She knew what it meant to be loyal even when it hurt. So she didn’t blame you. Not really. But god—watching the two of you dance around each other like that? Watching Chishiya play this sick game with your heart, while acting like he wasn’t even playing? It made her fists itch.

She turned to go. Left him there. Chishiya was still watching the place where you’d been, and there was something wrong in his eyes. Like love, if you took all the sweetness out of it and left only the hunger.

And Kuina? She didn’t know how this would end. But she was starting to think she’d have to be the one to catch you when it all blew up.

~

You were asleep like someone who hadn’t slept in weeks. Which you hadn’t, really. Not real sleep. Not the kind where your body actually gave in. The kind where your breath came slow and deep, where your fists uncurled and your heartbeat stopped sounding like footsteps behind you.

Your face was buried in your pillow, hair splayed like ink across the sheets, body curled toward the untouched half of the bed like it was waiting for someone who never came.

And that’s exactly what you woke up to.

It was the soft creak of the floorboard first. The shift of weight, right by your bed.

You stirred, eyelashes fluttering, brain still syrupy with sleep.

“Missed you.”

Your breath caught, sharp and soft, like a bird hitting glass. Eyes cracked open.

Niragi. Sitting on the edge of your bed. One hand propped lazily behind him, the other resting inches from your ribs. He was smiling. You hated that it made your heart jump.

“Niragi.” you whispered, voice raspy from sleep, still blinking into the dim light of your room. “What—what time is it?”

“Don’t worry about it.” he said, smooth as oil. “Go back to sleep, angel. I just got back and… I needed to see you.”

Your brows knit. You pushed yourself up a little, sheet falling from your shoulder.

“You could’ve knocked.” you murmured, still gentle. Still stupidly kind.

“Could’ve.” he agreed. Didn’t say more.

“I was dreaming,” you told him softly, rubbing your eyes. “You woke me up.”

“What were you dreaming about?” he asked, voice too smooth. Like he thought maybe he’d be in it.

You looked at him. Quiet. Your heart beating faster now—but not out of fear.

Out of knowing. That this wasn’t normal. That this wasn’t love. That this wasn’t how it was supposed to feel when someone crawled into your life like this.

But god, you still cared.

“I think… I was back home. On my balcony. And my cat was there. I think.”

“You ever dream about me?”

You blinked. “Niragi…”

“It’s okay.” he said quickly, flashing teeth. “You don’t have to lie. I’d know.”

He reached out suddenly, brushed your hair back from your cheek. Not rough—but not soft, either. Like he was testing something. Seeing if it’d still burn.

You should’ve said something, you should’ve told him to leave, but all you did was watch him. And goddammit—you saw it. Under the piercings and the need and the hollow grin, there was something. Not pure, not kind, but real. Ugly and raw and real. Like maybe, for one fractured second, he actually felt human. Or close to it.

And still—you were soft. Still, you reached up and touched his jaw.

“Did it go bad?” you asked, voice like sugar in the wound. “The game?”

He flinched like you’d kissed him. Then he leaned into the touch. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

And you nodded. Because that was enough, wasn’t it? He was here. Even if you were starting to wonder whether you wanted him to be.

“…What time is it?” you asked again, quieter this time.

“‘Round four.” he muttered, but he didn’t care about time. Time was a joke. Time was a leash. Time was nothing compared to this.

You.

Still warm from sleep. Still so soft it hurt. Still looking at him like he hadn’t done all the things he’d done—like he wasn’t poison crawling under your bed, like he wasn’t the bad guy everyone knew he was.

You blinked up at him, slow, gentle, not afraid. And that killed him. That ripped his fucking ribs apart.

Then you lifted your arms—just a little. Sleep-drunk, sweet, vulnerable as hell. You didn’t even know what you were doing to him.

“Come here.” you mumbled, like it was nothing. Like inviting the fucking devil to climb into bed was just something you did before coffee. “You’re all tense.”

He stared at you. And for a split second—just a second—he actually considered saying no. Not because he wanted to. Because he didn’t think he could handle it. But then? Then you wrapped your arms around his neck, loose and lazy.

And he broke.

He fucking broke.

Not outwardly, no—he stayed calm, didn’t shake, didn’t show. But inside?

It was a slaughter.

The way you smelled—god. So good. The way your fingers curled lightly against his spine, a little twitch here and there as you sunk into him like a cat curling.

The way you murmured, half-asleep, “I’m glad you’re back.” like he hadn’t just shot animals three hours ago. Like he hadn’t been drenched in blood and smiling about it. Like he hadn’t watched Akira beg and felt nothing.

But here? Here, wrapped in your arms, in this bed that smelled like you, in this moment that shouldn’t exist?

He felt everything.

Too much.

Too fucking much.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to bite. He wanted to take and destroy and crawl inside your skin and stitch himself to your bones so you’d never, ever leave again. He wanted to ruin you and protect you in the same breath. He wanted to kiss your pulse until it stopped running from him.

And it was disgusting. It was vile. It was brutal and consuming and not even close to love, and still—still he pressed his face into your neck, slow, quiet, his breath shaky.

You made a soft sound, still half-asleep, arms still around him, and whispered, “You’re warm.”

He swallowed. Hard. Because you didn’t know. You didn’t know what you were holding. You were hugging a fucking firebomb and calling it a teddy bear.

And he couldn’t stop.

Not now.

Not when he had you again.

Maybe if you let go, he’d finally become what everyone said he was.

He didn’t say a word. He just clung to you in silence.

Your fingers slipped up, still clumsy with sleep, and cupped his face like it was habit. Like it wasn’t the face of a killer. Like it was soft, worthy, something to cradle instead of run from.

You were too gentle for this place. Too sweet for this bed.

Too asleep to realize the fucking monster you had curled up in your arms.

Still, you blinked at him, all drowsy lashes and pillow-creased cheek. “How was the game?” you murmured, like he’d just gotten home from some cute after-school club.

He stared at you. Stared hard. Because what the hell was he supposed to say? “Oh, y’know, babe. Ripped a bird’s throat out. Almost set someone on fire. Missed you the whole time. Thought about breaking into your room in the middle of it, actually. Would’ve, too, if I thought you’d be awake.”

Instead, he shrugged.

“It was fine.”

Fine. Sure.

Just another bloodbath. Just another step toward hell.

But you smiled. Smiled. Like he’d said something nice. Like you believed it.

You brushed your thumb along his cheekbone like he hadn’t just sat here two minutes ago fantasizing about kidnapping you. “That’s good.” you mumbled, half a yawn caught in your throat. “I’m glad.”

He was going to throw up.

Right here.

Right on your fucking duvet.

Because how the hell were you so soft? How were you still soft after everything? He should’ve scared that out of you by now. But no. You just kept giving him that sleepy, sweet, half-gone version of yourself. And the worst part? He loved it. He was eating it alive.

“I missed you.” he said, and this time his voice cracked. Just slightly.

You didn’t even blink. You just leaned in and kissed his cheek.

And that was it.

The dam broke.

He leaned in and kissed you. Just a peck. Soft, like a secret.

Then another one. Right on your lips.

Then another.

Little, greedy things.

You laughed, breathy and warm, still not totally awake, eyes half-lidded. “Niragi.” you whispered, scolding like a schoolgirl, not meaning it at all. “I’m trying to ask about your night.”

He didn’t answer, just kissed you again. This one lingered. Not desperate. Not rough. Just… hungry.

You sighed against him. Content, almost. Like this was normal. Like this was love.

It could’ve been cute.

Almost.

If he weren’t completely fucking unhinged. If he weren’t currently picturing stabbing every guy who looked at you tomorrow. If he weren’t already planning where he’d hide the body if Chishiya touched you again.

But here? Right now? He could pretend. He could make it sweet.

You kissed the corner of his mouth. And whispered, “You can sleep here tonight, if you want.”

Oh.

Oh, sweetheart.

You sat back a little, hands resting on his chest, still warm from sleep and him from the game, both of you blinking at each other in that soft, hazy kind of silence—the kind that only really lives at this time.

You smiled. That lazy, sweet kind of smile that made it feel like everything he’d done to get here was worth it. Like maybe there was still something left inside him that wasn’t rotted through.

Then your fingers moved, started undoing the buttons on his shirt—slow, clumsy, thumb brushing his collarbone as you went.

He raised an eyebrow, smirking in that smug little bastard way of his. “Oh? That kinda night?”

You looked up at him, still smiling, but it was softer now. Quieter. “No.” you said, gentle and sure. “I just want you comfy.”

And fuck. That did something to him. He didn’t even know what. It was stupid, honestly. You were literally unbuttoning his blood-stained shirt after he’d gotten home from a death match, and you were doing it with the same energy as someone fluffing a pillow. Making him cozy. Taking care of him. Not because you wanted anything—just because you did.

You weren’t trying to seduce him.

You were trying to soothe him.

That was worse. That made it worse. Because now he was the guy being taken care of by the one soft thing left in this godless place, and all he could do was sit there and let you.

You pushed the fabric off his shoulders and he let you, muscles twitching under your touch.

You didn’t stare. You didn’t leer or tease. You just folded the shirt neatly and set it on the edge of the bed.

Then you reached for the blanket, tugging it up, tucking him under it like you’d done it a thousand times before.

“Lie down.” you said, that sleepy lilt still curling your words. “I don’t want you sitting all tense like that.”

He obeyed. Didn’t even think. Just did. Because of course he did. He’d let you slit his throat if you smiled after it.

You scooted closer, pulling his arm around you, letting your head fall against his chest with a quiet hum. “You’re always so warm.” you murmured.

And he wasn’t even mad that you didn’t want to fuck him. Not right now. Not even a little.

Because this? This was somehow worse. More intimate. More addictive. You breathing against his ribs. Your fingers drawing lazy patterns on his stomach. Your eyes fluttering shut because you trusted him.

God. God.

Your fingers moved without thinking—just a sleepy little rhythm, nails scratching gently across his chest and stomach. Soft, repetitive motions. The kind that lull babies to sleep. Or monsters, apparently.

You were practically asleep again. Breathing slow, warm against his skin. Your thigh thrown over his hip. You didn’t even know what that did to him. You couldn’t. There was no way you understood what it meant for someone like him to feel this… held.

No games. No pain.

Just skin on skin, heart to heart.

And that was the part that made him fucking nauseous.

Because this wasn’t sex. This wasn’t heat or hunger or teeth.

This was love.

Or something like it. Something human. Something he’d never been trusted with before. Something he’d always assumed would never apply to someone like him.

But you didn’t seem to care what he was. You weren’t afraid of what he could do. You weren’t afraid of him. Not really.

He could feel the shape of you under his hand—hip, waist, dip of your spine. Warm. Soft. Real.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t dare.

Your fingers kept making lazy circles, dragging slowly across his sternum, about to fall back asleep, and he realized—really realized—that this was the first time anyone had ever touched him like this. Not to get something. Not to take. Not to fuck.

But to feel.

To be close.

It was too much.

He wanted to scream, punch a wall, pull you closer until your bones cracked. He wanted to sob, bury his face in your neck, beg you to never stop touching him. He wanted to ruin it, because that’s what he did to nice things.

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t say a word.

Just stared at the ceiling and felt your fingers trace little sleepy secrets over his chest, and your breath on his collarbone, and your thigh shifting softly over his.

It was… human.

It was too human.

And it scared the fuck out of him.

Because for the first time, he didn’t want to play god. He didn’t want to dominate or destroy.

He wanted to deserve you.

And that was never going to happen.

You twitched slightly in your sleep, face pressing into his shoulder, lips parting to let out a tiny breath. And he didn’t know what the hell possessed him, but he leaned down—just a little—and kissed the top of your head.

You made a soft noise, hand going still on his chest, then slowly curling over his heart.

He felt it. Right there.

And for a second—just a second—he didn’t feel like a monster.

He felt like yours.

You slept like a fucking angel.

Curled into his side like you’d been made for it, like this broken, burnt-out body of his was something worth clinging to. Something safe. Your breaths were soft and even against his skin, your hand still resting over his heart—and you didn’t know. You didn’t know anything.

You didn’t know that hours ago, he’d almost dragged Usagi into a room just because Aguni told him to. You didn’t know how close he’d gotten to snapping her wrist like it was a twig. How close he’d gotten to stomping Arisu’s legs until they broke in two different directions. Like it would’ve meant nothing. No hesitation, no second thoughts. You didn’t know about the meeting after it.

You didn’t know. And maybe if you did, you wouldn’t be here. Wouldn’t be wrapped around him, breathing him in.

But you didn’t.

And he was fucking glad.

He was glad you slept through it. Glad you missed the blood, the way the air tasted metallic with violence, the way people looked at each other with suspicion even in their smiles.

He was even happier that when you finally did sleep, you did it next to him. That you trusted him enough to fall asleep like this—vulnerable, open, defenseless—and not think twice about it.

He shifted a little, careful not to wake you, and stared at you like a man starved.

You didn’t know. You didn’t know how dirty his hands were. How dark his heart was. You kept holding him close and safe and sweet and unreal.

Maybe that’s why he kept coming back. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t fucking leave even when he knew he should. Because you were the only thing in this whole fucking hellhole that didn’t look at him like a weapon.

He tucked you in tighter without even thinking, letting your scent fill his lungs. His hand drifted down your back in lazy, slow strokes, tracing your spine. Feeling every fragile bone, every soft breath, every little proof that you were real.

God, he loved you.

And not in the pretty, healthy way they wrote poems about.

No, he loved you the way a drowning man loved air.

Frantic. Brutal. Starving.

If he could, he’d chain you to him. Keep you tucked under his arm forever. Hide you away from all the ugly things—starting with himself.

But for now, he just lay there, listening to your breathing, feeling your heartbeat, letting the minutes slip by like he wasn’t on borrowed time.

You needed the sleep.

And he was glad you were getting it.

~

You didn’t open your eyes when you woke up.

You didn’t have to.

You could feel him.

Niragi, pressed up behind you, breathing steady and soft into the crook of your neck. His arm over your waist, tangled in the sheets and in you. Like even unconscious he couldn’t let you go.

You could feel the heat of his bare chest against your back. The sharp bones of his wrists where they crossed over your stomach. The steady, living pulse of him.

And god, it was so easy to stay like that.

So easy to melt into it. To believe in it. To forget everything else.

You exhaled slowly. Your fingers brushed over his forearm, tracing lazy patterns into his skin without even thinking about it.

How many nights like this had you wanted? How many mornings had you craved waking up next to someone and feeling… safe? Not good. Not perfect. Just… safe. Warm. Wanted.

Niragi made you feel that. In his own fucked up, toxic way—he wanted you.

You turned a little, careful not to wake him, just so you could see his face. His hair falling over his forehead. His flawless lips slightly parted in sleep, so much softer like this, so much less cruel.

You forgot. For a moment—an easy, treacherous, golden moment—you forgot that this was the same man who’d held a gun to someone’s head and pulled the trigger without blinking. The same man who killed a guy just because he liked you. The same man who smiled when people bled, who hurt because it was easier than feeling. You forgot the blood on his hands. You forgot the sick, desperate way he needed you. You forgot that maybe you should be running.

Because in that moment he wasn’t Niragi the executioner. Niragi the lunatic. Niragi the sadistic monster.

He was just… warm.

Real.

Yours.

You hated yourself a little for it. For how easy it was to look at him sleeping and let all the horror fade away like smoke.

You were strong. You knew that. Everyone at the Beach knew that. Even Niragi, in his twisted, obsessed way, knew it. You’d survived things no one should have to survive. You’d kept your soul when everyone else dropped theirs like dead weight.

But you were so fucking weak when it came to this.

To him.

Chishiya.

You wanted to believe in Niragi. In the boy he might have been once, before all this ruined him. You wanted to be the reason he found his way back. You wanted it so bad it made your chest hurt.

You bit your lip, eyes burning, and tucked your head under his chin. His arm squeezed tighter in his sleep, like he could feel you moving and couldn’t bear it.

You closed your eyes, and you stayed. Because even knowing everything you knew—even carrying every red flag like a bouquet—you couldn’t make yourself leave.

You just couldn’t.

The slow stretch of his muscles against yours, the faint shift of the mattress under both your bodies. The low, half-caught breath in his throat as he woke up and immediately felt you there—still there.

His hand, still heavy on your waist, tightened, pulling you in so gently it almost broke your heart. So careful.

You opened your eyes just a little, blinking against the morning haze, and caught him looking at you. Sleepy, messy, still half-dreaming, and staring at you.

“Hi.” you whispered, voice all scratchy and soft from sleep.

His thumb was dragging slowly over the bare skin just above your hip.

And just like that, you were smiling. Half-asleep, barely-functioning, grinning like an idiot because Niragi was cuddling you.

God.

God, you realized.

If he wasn’t Niragi—if he was just some boy, normal, whole, unbroken—he would actually be a good boyfriend.

He had it in him.

The instincts.

The raw material.

It was there.

And now—lying here like this—you could almost see it. Taste it.

Was he your boyfriend?

You didn’t even know what this was. You didn’t know if it was love or addiction or something way, way uglier, but god, you felt it.

And he was acting like it. Like it was obvious. Like he didn’t have to say anything because he was showing it, clumsy and brutal and beautiful all at once.

You let him nuzzle into your neck like some sleepy, lovesick animal. You let his hand slip under your shirt, resting against your bare waist, not in a sexual way, just there, needing to feel your skin. You let him hook his leg over yours, pull you tighter, bury his face against your throat and breathe you in.

It was so couple-like it made you ache.

So terrifyingly normal.

You shifted a little, tangling your fingers in his hair, scratching softly at his scalp. His whole body shuddered, relaxing against you like he hadn’t been able to breathe properly until you touched him.

“You sleep good?” you murmured against his temple.

He didn’t answer right away. Just made this low, broken hum in his throat, squeezing you tighter, like words weren’t enough. Like no fucking language on earth could explain what it felt like to wake up and find you still here, still his.

You giggled a little, breathless, and he finally pulled back just enough to look at you.

His face was bare. Wide open. Like he didn’t know how to shield himself around you anymore.

He looked… young.

God. Younger than you’d ever seen him. Not like the violent boy everyone else saw, but something raw and confused and desperate for something soft to hold onto.

You brushed his hair back from his forehead, fingertips featherlight.

“G’morning, sunshine.” you teased, voice still low and sleepy.

He made a face but there was no venom in it. None at all. He just tucked his head back against you, nose brushing your collarbone, like he didn’t want to be seen too clearly.

You didn’t push.

You just held him.

God help you, you wanted this too much. You wanted him too much. Even when you knew better. Even when the whole world screamed at you to run. Your fingers still trailed lazily over his arms, skin on skin, just feeling. You loved touching him like this, when he was half-asleep and pliable. When he let you, without biting back. When he wanted it.

You smiled to yourself, dragging the tips of your nails over his arm, over his skin.

And that’s when you noticed it.

Little marks. Scattered across his skin, tiny, angry dots and patches, too regular to be accidents, too deliberate to be anything but done.

You frowned, running your thumb gently over one, then another. He flinched the smallest bit. Almost like he hadn’t expected you to notice.

“What’s this?” you asked, voice still soft, still sweet. Still trusting.

His body stiffened against you for a second. Like some part of him wanted to jerk away, tell you to shut the fuck up, act like the Niragi everyone else knew.

But he didn’t move. Didn’t look at you either.

“Nothing.” he muttered, voice low, almost annoyed. Like you were asking about a scratch on a pair of old shoes.

You frowned deeper, tracing another burn mark, slower now, like you could somehow heal it just by touching it right.

It was hard not to notice how many there were. How fresh some looked. The skin angry and pink in places.

He didn’t want you knowing.

Still, you couldn’t help it. You kissed one of the little burns, featherlight, so soft it barely counted as a touch.

His whole body shivered.

You didn’t say anything else. You didn’t press. You just tucked yourself tighter against him, like the burns didn’t matter. Like you hadn’t seen. Like he didn’t have to explain himself to stay here with you.

But god, if you knew—If you knew the shit he did to himself because he missed you—those late nights, sitting on the floor with his lighter flicking over and over in his hand, that little fucker burning his skin because it was the only thing that hurt less than missing you. The only thing that could cut through the screaming need clawing up his throat. Because when you were gone, it was like the whole world blurred. Like breathing stopped making sense. Like living in his own skin was punishment.

So he burned.

He burned because it was better than crying. Better than begging. Better than putting a bullet through his skull.

And now here you were.

Touching his scars like they were something beautiful.

Like he was something beautiful.

He closed his eyes, breathing you in.

He didn’t say it. Didn’t tell you how much it killed him. Didn’t tell you he loved you in that sick, desperate way that made the whole world tilt off its axis. He just held you tighter. And let you love him anyway. Because he didn’t know how to survive without it anymore.

You shifted under the covers, rising up a little on your elbow so you could look at him better. Your hair fell across your face, your eyes sleepy, heavy-lidded, so stupidly beautiful it almost hurt.

You cupped his jaw with one hand, thumb brushing slow over his cheekbone, so delicate, so unbearably gentle.

Niragi just stared at you, dead-eyed and flat, that permanent little sneer twitching at the corner of his mouth. Like he couldn’t even process being cared about without wanting to spit it back out in your face.

“Not a big deal, really.” he said, voice cutting, almost bored.

But he didn’t pull away. Not even an inch. He let you touch him. He watched you with those pretty, fucked-up eyes, soaking you in.

You didn’t even flinch. “It is to me.”

God. God, you stupid girl. He could’ve laughed. You thought he deserved that softness. That attention. That care. You thought he was fixable. Sweet, precious little thing.

He didn’t deserve you. Didn’t even deserve to look at you. But he did anyway. And the worst part? The worst, sickest fucking part? If lying to you—if pretending to be someone worth touching—if faking and manipulating and twisting himself into whatever shape you needed—if that got him this? Your hands on him. Your lips pressing soft, meaningless kisses to every scar and wound like you could make it better. Your eyes, so big and shining, looking at him like he was worth something—

Yeah.

He’d do it.

He’d do it a thousand times.

He’d lie and cheat and kill and hurt and burn this whole fucking place to the ground if it meant he could wake up next to you again. If it meant he could feel your tiny, fragile body curled up against his chest. If it meant he could keep hearing your stupid little sleepy voice murmuring to him.

God, he was so sick.

So fucking far gone it wasn’t even funny.

You still ran your fingers through his messy hair, smoothing it back from his forehead, your touch so careful it made his chest ache. You still kissed the corner of his mouth like you loved him.

“You can tell me anything.” you whispered, and there it was again—that bone-deep belief. That faith.

He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve you. But he wasn’t about to give it up, either. Not when he finally had you this close. Not when you were finally his.

He just stared at you a little longer, then he smiled.

Soft. Sweet.

A perfect fucking lie.

Just for you.

Your hands dragged slow and lazy along the side of his neck, fingers slipping up to the underside of his jaw. Light, delicate touches, just feeling him. As if you were memorizing him. As if you didn’t already know every inch by heart.

You smiled when he tilted his head slightly into your palm. A tiny thing, sweet and automatic.

Your thumb traced the line of his throat, the flutter of his pulse. Still calm. Still lying. Still his.

You didn’t know what you were touching. Didn’t know that under your fingers was a man who’d strangle someone with those same hands just to see them stop breathing. That the skin you kissed was the same skin that brushed against triggers, against blades, against the blood of people who were alive ten minutes before they met him.

And you kept touching him anyway. Up his neck, across his jawline, back to the soft hair behind his ear. No fear. No hesitation. Only love.

God, you were a moron.

His moron.

You pulled away with a little yawn, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand as you stretched, shirt slipping up to expose soft skin.

Niragi just laid there, watching you. Appetite tearing through him. Not even sexual. No—worse. The need to bite into you. To break you down until you couldn’t even think about someone else. To make sure you’d never survive without him.

He was the only one who knew how to hold you right. The only one who could really love you in a place like this.

You tugged on a hoodie—knowing they won’t make you take it off because you were so loved—and shorts, humming softly to yourself, oblivious.

He licked the inside of his cheek, tasting copper, tasting madness, tasting how easy it would be to wreck you if he wasn’t careful.

If he wasn’t playing nice.

But he didn’t move. Didn’t grab you. Didn’t fuck it all up yet.

He just watched.

Silent.

Starving.

Yours.

“You wanna come eat something with me?” you asked, voice light, hopeful. You were so fucking sweet. It made his teeth hurt.

Niragi shifted on the bed, arm slung lazily behind his head, smirk dragging up his mouth—the armor he slipped into when the itch under his skin got too strong.

He let a beat pass, made you wait, made you wonder if he’d say yes. Made sure you felt small. Even if you didn’t realize it.

“Don’t got time to babysit you, princess.” he said, voice bored. “Go find someone else to cling to.”

You didn’t flinch. Didn’t pout or snap or cry. You just smiled a little, tucking hair behind your ear, and said so softly it was almost pitiful, “It’s okay. I just thought… maybe you were hungry.”

God, you were smart. You didn’t take it personally. You didn’t dare take it personally. You’d learned too well by now that when Niragi was cruel, it wasn’t about you. It was about him. About the war he was losing under that pretty skin. He was a loaded gun pointed at the world. You just happened to be the only thing he hadn’t fired at yet.

He sat up, swinging his legs over the bed, elbows on his knees, grinning at you like he could crush you between two fingers if he felt like it.

“Go hang off Chishiya or some shit. He seems like he’s into saving strays.” he said, voice coated in that same casual venom he used when he needed to push people away.

Good.

Good.

Hurt her. Hurt her now before she hurts you first.

But still, even after the shit he spit at you, you just grabbed your little bag, tying it around your waist, acting like he hadn’t just gutted you.

You were smart. Strong, too, in a way he didn’t know how to name. Maybe that’s why he hated you sometimes. Hated how much he needed you. How much he craved that stupid smile and that dumb faith you had in people who didn’t deserve it.

He hated you like a man hates the knife he keeps plunging into his own gut.

“Hey.” he muttered, voice rough and low, so different from the asshole tone he’d used seconds ago, walking over to you.

You looked automatically, confused, and he kissed your cheek.

Quick.

Soft.

And he wandered out the door without another fucking word, leaving you standing there holding your own broken heart in your hands, pretending it was still whole.

Good girl.

~

The sun hit hard against the white stone of the resort, but out back, it was calmer. Softer.

You stood there, playing absently with a leaf you’d plucked off a low branch, spinning it between your fingers. The air smelled green, like old summers. Kuina was leaning at the wall next to you.

God, you looked so good like this. Warm skin, messy hair, exposed body, a leaf in your hand.

“You okay?” she asked.

You twirled the leaf faster, chewing your lip. “Yeah.” you said, automatic. Then you glanced at her, and the truth slipped out like blood from a split lip: “I don’t know how to be mad at people who hurt me.”

Kuina exhaled hard through her nose. “Maybe start by not forgiving them every time they look at you like they might die without you?”

You smiled a little. “That’s the thing though, Kuina. I think they would.”

She didn’t know what to say to that. What could she say? You weren’t wrong. But even knowing that—even knowing it—you were still standing there under the sun, still playing with a fuckass leaf.

You shifted on your feet, twiddling the half-shredded leaf between your fingers. You weren’t stupid—you could feel it, the pressure building everywhere. Like the Beach itself was some living, breathing beast, and soon it was gonna take another bite out of somebody.

You just didn’t know who yet.

“You mentioned him before.” you said after a long beat, voice soft. “Arisu. What’s he like?”

“Kinda a mess.” she said. “But a smart one. I like him.”

You tilted your head at her, thinking. Thinking the way you always thought—deeper than you let people realize. Always three steps ahead even when you were smiling like some soft little doll.

“That’s why Chishiya wants him.” you said, not a question. A truth.

“Yeah. Probably.”

You nodded, piecing it together in that sharp, sweet mind of yours. Chishiya was a lot of things—a liar, a manipulator, a user—but he wasn’t wasteful. He didn’t chase after people unless they had something he wanted. You’d figured that out the hard way.

“And you?” you asked, looking at her sideways.

Kuina shrugged, flipping that little whatever around in her mouth. “I think he’s got guts.” she said. “The stupid kind that gets you killed, sure, but… it’s rare to find someone who still cares about people out here.”

You smiled a little. That, you understood.

“Niragi nearly beat the shit outta him.” she said, casual like she was talking about the weather. “Almost dragged his ass under the water right there.”

Okay, sure, fuck. Of course Niragi hadn’t told you. Of course he hadn’t. He still laid next to you.

You bent down, plucking another leaf from the cracked sidewalk and rolling it between your fingers until it split apart.

“Did anyone stop him?” you asked, voice careful, careful, threading the needle.

“Aguni.” Kuina said. “Sort of. Hatter told him to. Wasn’t about saving the kid though. It’s all politics with them.”

You nodded again, absorbing it. Cataloguing it.

You were so fucking intelligent.

Sweetness wasn’t stupidity. You just chose—over and over—to forgive, to see the best, even when the worst kept slapping you across the face. It wasn’t naivety. It was survival. You weren’t blind. You were just… tired of fighting battles you couldn’t win.

“Sounds messy.” you murmured, tearing another leaf clean in half.

Kuina laughed low in her throat. “Yeah. It’s gonna get messier.”

You both stood there a minute longer, the sun heating your backs. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear the faint echo of people shouting, playing, fighting. Dying a little more every day.

And then—you heard the faintest sound of footsteps, soft.

You turned your head, hair catching the sunlight like spun gold, and there he was.

Chishiya.

You brightened immediately, a warm, easy thing that didn’t belong here. You smiled, stepping toward him as if gravity itself bent for him without you even thinking.

“There you are.” you said, voice lilting, soft, a tiny scold underneath all that affection. “You took so long.”

The corners of Chishiya’s mouth twitched—barely there, a fraction of a smile—but his eyes stayed blank, cool, watchful like always.

You shook your head, almost motherly, fussing without really meaning to. “We could’ve gotten kidnapped out here, you know.” You said it half-teasing, half-serious, because if anyone knew how quickly things could go bad at the Beach, it was you.

Chishiya only lifted a hand lazily and pointed, not even saying a word.

You followed his finger.

At first you didn’t see it—just the cracked concrete and patches of grass, the ugly stain of a brutal, endless sun—but then your eyes caught something.

Someone.

Far off.

Arisu.

It took a second to realize what you were looking at—what he was looking at.

Bodies.

Discarded like trash behind the resort. Dumped. Broken. Bloody in the places you could still see skin. Not fresh, not clean. Old enough that the flies had gotten brave.

Your chest tightened up hard, squeezing around your ribs until you could barely breathe. “Oh.”

Kuina stepped forward, folding her arms, her face dark.

Chishiya stayed exactly where he was, hands in his pockets, the breeze ruffling his white hoodie. “Guess he found out.”

You swallowed, throat dry. Kuina glanced at you, worried.

Chishiya just started walking. You and Kuina fell into step behind him automatically. Your pretty little sandals scuffed softly against the concrete, the hot sun beating down against the back of your neck, the smell of rotting flesh getting sharper, closer.

Ahead, Arisu finally noticed you.

He straightened up—a much as he could with that ass posture—like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do, face pale and stunned and a so so so lost.

The poor boy.

He didn’t move as Chishiya approached, hands still jammed in his pockets, that infuriating little smile tugging faintly at his mouth like this was all just some harmless joke.

““Death if you’re a traitor.”” Chishiya said, voice dry.

You lingered a little behind Chishiya and Kuina, your fingers fidgeting with your leaf.

“Are you okay?” you asked him quietly, like maybe kindness could still fix anything.

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t even blink.

You didn’t take it personally. You weren’t stupid—you knew sometimes pain was too big to answer through. Still, your heart ached a little, anyway. For him.

Kuina said nothing, just shifted closer to you.

And Chishiya? He just watched.

Watching all the pieces shift and fall exactly where he wanted them.

~

The call had gone out: Executives. Meeting. Important. Urgent.

You stayed close to Chishiya as you walked in the building, the both of you quiet. You didn’t need to talk. You were used to the way he moved, the way he thought. At least, you thought you were.

Niragi. Obviously about to beat Arisu’s ass, Usagi next to him.

“I invited him.” Chishiya saved him. “He’s with me.”

Niragi’s jaw twitched. For a second, you thought he might argue. Might make a scene. But no—he turned his eyes on you.

“You.” he said, jerking his chin at you. “You’re not going in.”

You blinked, startled. “The hell? Why—”

“No.” Niragi cut you off sharply. “Stay the fuck out.”

You opened your mouth again, feeling that familiar tight knot in your stomach, but then—you felt Chishiya’s hand brush your lower back, barely there.

A signal.

A silent, invisible no.

You whipped your head to look at him, betrayal prickling behind your ribs.

Chishiya wasn’t even looking at you. His gaze was already forward, already moving, as if he hadn’t just sold you out in the softest, most brutal way.

“You’ll be fine.” Chishiya murmured offhandedly. No warmth. No regret.

Just a fact.

He slipped inside with Arisu, both of them disappearing into the heavy darkness of the meeting room without another glance at you.

The door shut with a heavy thud, locking you out.

You stood there, stunned.

Alone.

Well—except for the two guards Niragi had oh-so-generously left posted outside.

They didn’t even look at you. Just leaned against the walls with their guns, casual as anything.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, fists clenching and unclenching at your sides.

You weren’t stupid.

You knew exactly why Niragi hadn’t let you in.

Not because you couldn’t handle it.

Not because you didn’t belong there.

But because he didn’t want you to see.

Whatever the hell happened, Niragi didn’t want your hands, your heart, getting bloodier than they already were.

Selfish prick.

You looked up at the door again. It felt like a wall between you and the truth. Between you and them.

Maybe, in his own sick, twisted way, Niragi was trying to protect you.

Maybe even Chishiya, too.

You looked at the door again, then at the guards, then back at the door. Still no sign of anyone coming to get you. Still no whisper that you were needed.

A sick, heavy feeling started creeping into your chest. Slow, cold, sticky.

If Hatter were here, you thought, he would’ve made sure I was inside.

He wouldn’t have left you standing out here like some stray dog. He would’ve called you in even if the walls were dripping blood.

Harsh or not, brutal or not, Hatter always trusted you with the truth.

He knew you could take it. He knew you deserved to know it.

Where was Hatter?

Your heart thudded painfully against your ribs. You hadn’t seen him since yesterday when he left. And no one had said anything—no one had come running, no panic in the halls—but… But why were the executives suddenly meeting? Was he inside? Why had they called everyone together like it was the end of the fucking world?

You looked at the door again, your mouth dry, your skin prickling.

Had something happened to him?

You tried to reason with yourself, tried to push it down, tried to shove the idea away with both hands.

Hatter was strong. Smart. He wasn’t reckless, not in a way that would get him killed. He wasn’t—

Something had happened to Hatter.

You could feel it in your bones.

But no one was saying it.

Not yet.

Not to you.

And that hurt worse than anything else. Like somehow, even after everything, you were still being protected. Still being kept soft. Still being treated like you couldn’t handle the truth.

You leaned back against the wall, closed your eyes for a moment, breathing shallowly. Trying to stop shaking.

You didn’t know if it was fear.

Or if it was rage.

Or maybe both.

You had survived so much worse than this. You had been broken open, gutted, stitched together with shaking hands.

And now here you were, waiting again, like a fucking child.

If something had happened to Hatter—if he was gone—you didn’t even know what would be left of this place.

Of you.

And Niragi—and Chishiya—they thought they were keeping you safe by leaving you outside.

You cracked your knuckles one by one, watching the door. Waiting for it to open. Waiting for someone to tell you the truth you already knew deep in your chest.

Something had fucking happened.

You pushed off the wall and left.

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Niragi and Chishiya are both horribly touch starved, and it shows itself negatively in two very different ways through them.

(HEADCANON PLS DONT KILL ME!)

Chishiya despises touch, avoiding it at all cost and flinching like he’s been burnt when someone’s skin so much as brushes his shoulder. His parents never had time to hold him- or rather never made time to hold him -and that was fine. It caused this… unfortunate quirk of his psyche, but that was fine. It was something to be stifled and coped with.

Niragi seeks touch like a moth chasing flame. His childhood was violent and neglectful, and thus he never received the type of touch needed by a child or young adult. He tries to drown the horrible, incessant, all consuming need to hold and be held through any form of contact with others he can justify. Niragi bruises his knuckles from shattering another man’s cheekbone and it feels like a wonderful little reminder that for that small second, he had felt another person in this swirling, shit storm of a world. He fucks a faceless, nameless, girl in an empty room in beach and he feels the ache subside, if only for the moment.

Still though, Niragi feels empty. These indulgences are temporary mimics of the intimacy he craves just as much as the physical touch. He can eat until he is near bursting, and feast until he is sick from the pleasures of the flesh, but not until he is satisfied.

Chishiya doesn’t bother with the distractions of physical touch, and puts up a front. One day, Chishiya makes an error. Rare, but deadly. He enters a game and comes out with a bleeding gash across the back of his left calf. He’s a doctor (or at least almost one) and thus knows how to treat it. But even with stitches and disinfectant, the pain sticks around. Chishiya limps his way to his hotel room, and is horrified when he hears Kuina sidle up next to him and offer to help him walk. For the first time in their… alliance (not friendship, because Chishiya doesn’t DO friends) Chishiya shows genuine anger. It’s not the explosive anger of someone reaching their limit, nor is it the anger of someone who has held in their rage for a lifetime. No, it’s the sharp, lashing anger of an animal trapped in a cage. It’s fear, when you pull back its snarling mask and look it in the eyes. Fear of being touched, of feeling, of being held. A fear that bested him in that moment.

Either way, Kuina knows better than to let herself be treated like a verbal punching bag, and tells Chishiya to find her when he’s only his usual amount of asshole.

So when Chishiya and Niragi begin their fling (affair, manipulation, power struggle, or whatever you might call it) it feels like two hurricanes clashing. Polar opposites with identical grievances. Two sides of the same, hurting, dangerous, corrupt coin.

The world implodes, and they spend their time together finding new ways to hurt each other, and neither of them have ever felt so full. There is an emphasis on the STARVED part of touch starved, and Chishiya and Niragi are famished.

They are not good for each other. They find the others most vulnerable scars and pick them open before leaving to let them bleed out alone, but they are at their core two tired souls searching for a way to be held. And sure their smiles have daggers, and their souls seem an inch more rotten than before each time they met, but together they find themselves held.

[flaredcfan]

I just realised this, after re-watching Alice in Borderland for like the 723828372 time.

"I wonder if there's a doctor here" Then the camera pans to Chishiya, with a freaking close up.

Yeah. There was a doctor there actually. I feel so stupid not noticing this earlier 😔

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ body electric ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ suguru niragi x former!lover!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! please note that i do not agree with the choices of niragi and for any fanfictions i write about him, those controversial actions will be omitted!

˚ ༘♡ it was the strangest thing, stepping out of your bedroom and into a world that had ceased to exist. the familiar cadence of life, the hushed creaks of the old family estate, the distant sounds of the city beyond, had been swallowed whole by silence. you called out, expecting an answer, but none came. the lavish halls stretched empty, the doors left ajar as if abandoned in an instant. outside, the streets of tokyo stood frozen in time, emptied of their ceaseless crowds, their neon-lit chaos. no cars idling at intersections, no distant murmur of conversation, no footsteps beyond your own.

˚ ༘♡ for hours, you wandered, a lone figure adrift in a dead city. the absence of life gnawed at your mind, an eerie stillness pressing against your skin. you searched for movement, for any sign that you weren’t the last person left in the world. then, at long last, you found them, a handful of strangers clustered in the remains of a building complex, their faces etched with the same confusion and fear that pained your expression. pitiful consolation burned in your chest, only to be doused by frustration. they knew nothing. no one did.

˚ ༘♡ then came the notification, it read the following, “visa: 3 days remaining.”

˚ ༘♡ your heart pounded as you turned to one of the others, demanding to know what it meant. their answer was worse than anything your mind had conjured. you had three days to play. three days to win. fail, or refuse, and your visa would expire. and when that happened, you would die.

˚ ༘♡ it sounded absurd, a nightmare spun from exhaustion and fear. but then the first game began.

˚ ༘♡ a siren wailed through the building, red emergency lights casting the halls in an unnatural glow. a door slammed open. and then he appeared.

˚ ༘♡ a towering figure draped in dark clothing, a horse mask concealing his face, the gleam of a gun heavy in his hands. he did not hesitate. the first shot rang out, cutting through the confusion, splattering blood across the walls. screams shattered the air. chaos erupted, bodies scrambling for cover as the game of tag began, except this wasn’t a game. not really.

˚ ༘♡ you ran. every breath burned, every heartbeat a countdown to death. the masked man moved with terrifying precision, his steps unhurried, methodical. you turned a corner just as another shot rang out through the air, a body hitting the ground behind you. fear coursed through your veins like fire, but survival drove you forward.

˚ ༘♡ in the end, you lived, not by skill, not by strength, but by sheer luck. a young man and a woman, moving like they had done this before, found the safe zone in the final moments. you barely made it, collapsing against the wall, lungs heaving, the taste of fear still thick in your throat. the masked man vanished. the sirens cut off. eerie silence returned.

˚ ༘♡ your phone buzzed again. your visa had been extended.

˚ ༘♡ the next day, you could hardly move. fatigue and shock weighed you down, pinning you to the cold floor of the abandoned building you had taken refuge in. your mind refused to process what had happened, but deep down, you knew. if you didn’t move, if you didn’t act, you wouldn’t survive the next game.

˚ ༘♡ it was pure chance that you ran into them again, the two who had saved you. the young man introduced himself as ryohei arisu, the woman as yuzuha usagi. you thanked them, though words felt meaningless after what you had just endured. when they asked if you wanted to join them, you didn’t hesitate.

˚ ༘♡ arisu mentioned a location called the beach, a rumored sanctuary where players had gathered. a sliver of hope in a city that had become a graveyard.

˚ ༘♡ it took time, careful observation, and calculated risk, but after following a group of players you recognized from the game of tag, you knew you were close, but without warning a devastating blow was delivered to the back of your head and you were entrenched by darkness.

˚ ༘♡ when you woke, your wrists were bound, the scent of lavender incense thick in the air. a lavish room stretched before you, unfamiliar faces standing in the dim light. a man entered, draped in a loose robe, his presence far too casual for the circumstances. he grinned and extended his arms in a welcoming gesture, “i am sure you all have questions, and we have the answers you are searching for.”

˚ ༘♡ the robed man, who introduced himself as the hatter, was the self-proclaimed ruler of the beach. with a charismatic grin, he explained the laws that governed this facade of a sanctuary, his voice smooth, practically hypnotic, as if he had rehearsed it countless times before.

˚ ༘♡ one. all playing cards collected from the games belonged to the beach. they believed that obtaining a full deck would grant them passage back to the original world, though there was no proof, only blind faith and desperation. two. all members were to follow the will of the leader, the hatter himself, and his chosen executive members. their word was law. questioning it was not an option. three. the most sinister of all, betray the beach, and you will be executed without mercy.

˚ ༘♡ his delivery was casual and lighthearted, but the dread of those mandates settled akin to lead in your stomach. there was no room for dissent. you were not being invited, you were being conscripted.

˚ ༘♡ with no choice but to comply, you were ushered away, given a simple command: change into swimsuits. no exceptions. it was a method of control, a way to ensure no weapons could be concealed. but beyond that, it was humiliating. a stripping away of your identity, reducing you to just another body in the beach’s twisted paradise.

˚ ༘♡ you were led into a grand dressing room, its gilded mirrors and velvet benches a stark contrast to the world outside. racks of swimwear lined the walls, bright, revealing, designed for spectacle rather than function. hesitant, you sifted through the options before settling on a pearl-white one-piece with a sweetheart neckline, elegant yet understated. even so, the thought of baring yourself in such a vulnerable space made you uneasy. for a sliver of modesty, you grabbed a sheer cover-up, draping it over your shoulders before stepping out into the heart of the resort.

˚ ༘♡ and what you saw left you speechless.

˚ ༘♡ the beach was alive with indulgence. men and women in vibrant bikinis and neon swim trunks danced freely, their bodies moving under the golden glow of the sun. cocktails sloshed in their hands, music pulsed from unseen speakers, laughter rang out like the city had never vanished. it was surreal, a fever dream of excess set against the backdrop of an abandoned world.

˚ ༘♡ but beneath the revelry, there was something off. something calculated.

˚ ༘♡ as you moved through the crowd, you felt it, the leering gazes of men trailing after you, drinking you in like you were just another prize in this lawless haven. your grip tightened around your cover-up, pulling it closer, shielding yourself as best as you could without drawing attention. searching the crowd, you finally spotted familiar faces, usagi and arisu, standing off to the side, their expressions indistinct.

˚ ༘♡ relief rushed through you as you hurried over. “i thought i’d never be able to find you two.”

˚ ༘♡ usagi glanced up, her eyes taking you in. she wore a navy blue two-piece, a peach zip-up jacket pulled tightly around her frame despite the heat. her voice was low, almost conspiratorial as she muttered, “can you believe they’re making everyone dress like this? it’s humiliating.”

˚ ༘♡ arisu, arms crossed, let out a slow breath, gaze drifting toward the endless stretch of blue sky. “you think what the executives said is true?” his voice was laced with doubt. “that if we gather all the cards, we can go back?”

˚ ༘♡ neither you nor usagi answered. because what was there to say? it was a fool’s hope, a dangling promise intended to keep the beach running, to keep its members playing the games. no one knew if escape was even possible. and something told you that the people in charge of these depraved, debauched games didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ the vivacious laughter and excitement that had consumed the resort mere moments ago began to wane, like a tide pulling back, exposing something far more menacing beneath the surface. you felt it before you saw it, a change in the air, an unspoken tension that rippled through the crowd, silencing the drunken revelry. turning your head, your breath became erratic.

˚ ༘♡ a group of men strode through the party, their presence suffocating, the very energy of the beach seeming to warp around them. at the front of the pack, you recognized him immediately, the man who had taken down the tagger during your first game. his presence had unnerved you then, and it unnerved you now. he moved with the quiet confidence of a predator, his muscled frame tense beneath his tank top, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with indifference. he looked like a member of the yakuza with his shaved head and vicious attitude.

˚ ༘♡ yet, it was the figure behind him that truly sent a chill down your spine. a man dressed in black, his hood drawn up over his head, a long, gleaming blade clutched in his grip. his head was shaved clean, but tattoos inked his stark white skin, crawling down his neck like a web of curses. he didn’t speak. he didn’t need to. his very presence was suffocating, a walking omen of violence.

˚ ༘♡ your gaze steadily drifted to the figure on the left, and your entire body locked up.

˚ ༘♡ no.

˚ ༘♡ your heart lurched, your stomach twisting into knots so tight you felt nauseous. your breath caught in your throat, your knees going weak beneath you. your mind screamed at you that it couldn’t be, that it shouldn’t be. but it was.

˚ ༘♡ “hey, aguni, who is this jerk staring at you?”

˚ ༘♡ the masculine voice with a taunting edge, slashed through the unbearable silence, your gaze landed on him. niragi.

˚ ༘♡ he stood before you, a rifle slung casually over his shoulder, his smirk razor-sharp and laced with cruelty. but your eyes weren’t on the weapon. they weren’t even on the piercings that now lined his eyebrow and tongue, nor the unruly strands of black hair that had grown out since you last saw him.

˚ ༘♡ the same eyes that once held warmth, shyness, devotion. the same eyes that once looked at you like you were his entire world. but now? now they were malicious and dark, devoid of anything kind and compassionate. the cocky bravado was there, the smirk, the teasing edge to his voice. but for a fleeting second, just a fraction of a second, his mask slipped. his expression faltered. he recognized you. he wasn’t expecting this, he wasn’t expecting you.

˚ ༘♡ arisu, beside you, blinked in surprise. “you’re the guy from the game of tag.”

˚ ༘♡ aguni, the man leading the group, barely spared you a glance. instead, his gaze flickered over the three of you, his lips curling in something that wasn’t quite a sneer, wasn’t quite pity. “i see your friend died.” his tone was cold, impersonal. “what a shame. the weak ones survived.”

˚ ༘♡ niragi, however, was no longer looking at arisu or aguni. his full attention was on you. his fingers twitched at his side, his head tilting slightly, like he was trying to piece together if this was real or some bizarre hallucination. then, before you could even think of what to say, he took a step forward, closing the distance between you just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

˚ ༘♡ ”it’s been a while, honey.”

˚ ༘♡ his voice was laced with mockery, with that menacing brutality, but there was something else too, something genuine. a sliver of sincerity buried beneath it all, a trace of something that made your heart ache, remnants of the niragi you once cherished so deeply.

˚ ༘♡ “why are you hanging out with this loser?” niragi seethed, his voice ridden with contempt as his glare locked onto arisu. before arisu could even process the insult, let alone defend himself, niragi swung the end of his rifle into his face with a sickening crack. the impact sent arisu crashing onto the cold, tiled floor, his head snapping back against the hard surface.

˚ ༘♡ blood gushed from his nose and mouth almost instantly, painting the shining white tiles in deep crimson. he barely had a chance to react before niragi loomed over him, lifting his boot and slamming it into his ribs. arisu curled inward, gasping in pain, but niragi wasn’t done. he kicked him again, this time in the head.

˚ ༘♡ usagi let out a panicked cry and dropped to the ground beside arisu, her hands flying up to shield him. “stop! please!” she shouted, desperation cracking her voice. she tried to shove niragi away, but he barely stumbled. without hesitation, he turned and shoved her back with enough force to send her sprawling across the floor.

˚ ༘♡ “what the hell are you doing?” you snapped, horror and disbelief flooding your veins. your mind reeled, unable to make sense of what you were seeing, of the man standing before you. niragi had once been the one suffering under the weight of cruelty, bullied relentlessly until he had nearly been broken. you had been the one to step in, to defend him, to pull him from the insults and beatings of others. and now, here he was, standing in the shoes of the very monsters who had tormented him.

˚ ༘♡ what happened to him?

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, enough! no more!” you yelled out, but he ignored you, lifting his boot again as if he had already decided arisu’s fate.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t think. you acted. you threw yourself in front of him, your body a barrier between niragi and the bloodied mess of arisu curled up on the floor. usagi was already huddled beside him, shielding him as best as she could. you could see niragi’s rise and fall as adrenaline coursed through his veins, feel his eyes boring into you, but you didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ “what have you become?” you shouted, your voice shaking, your emotions threatening to swallow you whole. “have you lost your mind because of these games? is this who you are now?”

˚ ༘♡ niragi stood motionless, his expression darkening. for a minute, something unreadable glistened in his gaze, something vanishing, something buried beneath layers of cruelty and indifference. then, his lips coiled into a sneer.

˚ ༘♡ “what have i become?” he mocked, his tone laced with amusement. “why are you being so melodramatic?”

˚ ༘♡ your heart pounded as you looked past him, at the men standing behind him, watching without saying a word. this was for them. niragi wasn’t just acting out of anger, he was performing, playing the role expected of him, preserving whatever foreboding image he had built here.

˚ ༘♡ he exhaled sharply and tilted his head, his smirk growing. “get out of my way, would you?” his voice was almost teasing, but there was a dangerous edge beneath it. he reached out, fingers brushing against your cheek in a touch that once would have made you feel more beloved than any woman in the world. but now? now, it was no different than the most potent of venom.

˚ ༘♡ your grimaced with revulsion, and before he could even register it, you jerked away, stepping back like his touch had burned you. niragi chuckled, shaking his head. “come on, don’t be like that,” he mused. “i promise we’ll have all the time in the world to catch up, after i finish with these two.”

˚ ༘♡ he moved to step around you, his patience wearing thin, but you blocked him again. this time, your stance was firmer, your hands clenching into fists at your sides, your fingernails digging into the skin of your palms. you could feel your pulse pounding in your throat, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze, unflinching.

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, please.”

˚ ༘♡ his name left your lips softer this time, stripped of the anger, stripped of the disbelief. it was a plea, not simply for arisu’s sake but for his, for the young man you once knew, the one you once loved.

˚ ༘♡ niragi hesitated. for a short while, something in his expression changed. you held his gaze, hoping, praying, that somewhere beneath the layers of cruelty and violence, he still remembered, those late-night phone calls, the way he used to look at you when he thought you weren’t watching, the warmth of his fingers laced through yours on lazy afternoons at the café. if there was anything left of that niragi, maybe, just maybe, he would stop.

˚ ༘♡ his smirk twitched, his tongue flicking over the silver piercing on his lip. then, with a lazy wave of his hand, he scoffed. “eh, whatever,” he muttered, swinging his rifle back over his shoulder as if nothing had happened. “this is no fun with you whining in my ear.” he turned away without another glance, striding off like he had already forgotten all about you. the rest of the men followed, their presence dissipating as quickly as it had arrived. aguni lingered for a tad longer, his expression obscured and harsh, before he, too, disappeared into his horde of followers.

˚ ༘♡ you stood bewildered, the tension in your body unraveling all at once, leaving only nausea in its wake. the atmosphere still buzzed with energy from the resort party, but it all felt so far away, like a different world entirely. your mind returned to arisu and usagi, they required your help.

˚ ༘♡ you spun on your heel and dropped to your knees beside him. he was still on the floor, barely conscious, his face drained of color, his body limp. usagi knelt beside him, pressing her zip-up jacket against his forehead to slow the bleeding. the fabric was already stained deep red.

˚ ༘♡ panic surged through you. you reached out, brushing arisu’s shoulder tenderly, trying to ground yourself as much as him. “i’ll get help, okay? stay here.”

˚ ༘♡ usagi nodded, her jaw tight, her focus entirely on arisu. you pushed yourself to your feet, your heart hammering as you turned and ran. you didn’t know where you were going. you didn’t even know who you could turn to in a place like this. but you had to hurry. arisu was losing too much blood, his life was in danger, because of niragi.

˚ ༘♡ your mind still couldn’t fully grasp it, the sheer impossibility of what he had become. your sweet and loving boyfriend you once knew was gone, replaced by a man who could smile through savagery, who could beat someone half to death and consider it entertainment.

˚ ༘♡ niragi was gone. whatever had taken his place, you weren’t sure you wanted to understand.

a/n: my first alice in borderland fanfiction! if you have any thoughts or requests, please let me know! 🤍

[j-jinxee]

𐙚 :: Thinking about Niragi again,,

!! NSFW below the cut !!

₊˚♱ Thinking about the way he'd fuck my face till my throats so bruised I can barely talk. The way he'd pull my hair while shoving my head down until my nose met his pelvis. The way he'd stop just for a second before shooting his seed down my throat, moaning as I swallow every last drop of the hot white fluid.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how he'd swear he just wants to 'help you' in the shower, but it quickly turns into being pinned against the wall as he nails you from behind. Hot steam surrounding you as his fingers find your clit, rubbing the little bud soooo fucking smoothly, contrasting the hard, rough sensations caused by his cock.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how he'd have a thousand different ways to punish you. Ranging from overstimulating you till you cry — to not allowing you to touch him. Some nights, you'd see the sun come up before he was done with you. Other nights, he'd make you get yourself off while he watches, then laugh when you weren't able to. 'Awh baby really needs me? Can't get off without my cock anymore huh? Well, too fucking bad'

₊˚♱ The way he'd give you your own hand gun to protect yourself, even though there's no chance of anyone ever fucking with you. Everyone knows who you're with, as if they'd try anything, but he insists you need it.

₊˚♱ The way he'd come to you after shooting someone. Angry reasoning turns into him crying in your arms from his ptsd, expressing how people just make him so angry until he snaps, even if he doesn't mean to. He doesn't want to face the consequences of things he can't control, so he cries with you, the only person who doesn't make him feel less than.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how unintentionally possessive he gets after those moments. How after you comfort him, he will not let you go. To him its just any other night, but you've picked up on his habits over time. His heart is scared to lose you, so after being vulnerable he'll hold you all night. Not wanting to let you go in fear you'll leave.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how soft he could be with you :( yes he is a sadistic maniac who could kill you at any moment, but he doesn't, and he never would. You're his only place he can be vulnerable, he'd never let anyone else see that.

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Dk how I switched from hella sexual to lowk sad but I jus have so many thoughts abt this man so makes sense 🤧🤧 ALSO the way I wrote the first one in first person but then the rest in second lmfao ignore it. Anyways this was like an organised jjinx thoughts ig? Not rlly headcanons but ykyk, hope u like xx

[luvlyfandoms]

As we're doing aib hcs

How about Niragi, Chishiya, Banda and Arisu being jealous ? 👀

Niragi

• he knows that no one compares to him

• he knows that no one can fuck you like he can

• he’ll grab you by the arm and take you to his room and pin you to the bed by your throat

• he whispers in your ear and flicks his tongue ring on your neck

• pushes your knees to your chest as he thrusts into you, fully exposing yourself to him

• will probably hold a gun to your head

• “aww, you poor little thing. scared?”

• “you know you love this shit, dirty whore. take me”

Chishiya

• always calm, cool, and collected

• but when he gets jealous, you’ll know

• he’ll pin you to the wall and bury his fingers inside of you while he keeps eye contact

• “you like getting on my nerves, don’t you?”

• pushes you to the ground and makes you look up at him while you take his cock in your mouth

• tosses his head back and sighs with his signature smirk on his face

Banda

• fucking scary when he’s mad/jealous

• he usually stays pretty quiet, which is why he’s so scary

• ties your hands behind your back and pushes your face into the ground without saying a word

• meanwhile you’re begging for mercy

• holds a knife to your throat and makes you beg for your life

• fucks you from behind with painfully slow thrusts while keeping his eyes on you and slowly dragging the flat side of the knife down your back

Arisu

• usually keeps his emotions bottled up so when he gets jealous, he doesn’t know what to do with himself

• might accidentally go too hard

• makes you ride him while he thrusts up into you, making you cry out as he hits your cervix

• reaches up and grabs your chin to make you look at him, the other hand going to squeeze your boob harshly

• “keep your eyes on me, got it?”

[k1mbe3rly]

please can you do niragi twitter links??

Niragi twitter links

sucking on him

sucking him part 2

fucking you in one of the hotel rooms

spanking you for helping another guy in one of the games

keeping your legs wide while you call him daddy

putting him inside you even tho your already shaking and fucked out

sigh a normal routine with niragi, basically a work out

he fucks you in the pool

breeding you

[yazzwrites6962]

heeey!! ^^ can u please write a oneshot with niragi x fem! reader where they hook up many times and slowly start feel in love w each other?

Inertia ♡ Suguru Niragi

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Suguru Niragi x Fem!Freaky!Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Author's Note: UNEDITED! Thanks for the beautiful request! It really helped with some writer's block. For those of you waiting for the next part of redemption, it is coming. Don't worryyyy. I know I'm slow. It's probably what I'm slowest at writing. Sorry! I don't own any characters or images!

Genre: Fluffy smut

Summary: Nobody can satisfy you, and your addiction to absolutely crazy, meaningless sex. Commitment has never been something you cared for, until you met someone equally as wild as you.

Word Count: 4881

Warnings: OOC Niragi (he's kinda a softie), language, mentions of death, sexual content, penetration, name calling, bondage, degradation, praise, cream pie, blood, injury, and weapons.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

It was always meant to be a casual thing.

The pressure of fighting for your life was something which weighed on everyone at The Beach. Everyone had their vice. The way they coped with the idea that they may not live to see tomorrow. You were no exception.

Sex. Mindless, meaningless sex with strangers you may never see again. Commitment was never your strong suit, even outside the Borderlands.

Unfortunately, not everyone could live up to your expectations. You liked it wild. Rough. No strings attached. Everyone you met had always disappointed you in one way or another.

"I think I'm starting to fall for you, Y/N."

"Oh, I think that's a little 'out there' for my taste..."

"Maybe we could grab dinner tomorrow night?"

"I wouldn't even know how to tie a knot like that-"

"I don't think I can handle another round..."

My god. Disappointing. All of them. It seemed it was too much to ask for a decent night of pleasure. Then, you met the man who would restore your hope for a release.

You'd heard the whispers about Niragi. How rough he could be. How he loved to mix a pinch of pain into pleasure. How he would kick a girl out of his room after he was done with them. It sounded like the perfect arrangement.

Lord, it was perfect.

The way he tied you up and watched you squirm on his fingers was perfect. The way the cold metal of his tongue piercing pressed against your clit was perfect. The way he bit and bruised you was perfect. The names he called you was perfect. The way he filled you with cum and let it seap out onto the bed was perfect.

Thus, a silent agreement was born. Crazy sex with no strings attached.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

"Holy fuck." He groaned in your ear, as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs. "You're always s-so fucking tight." His hips stuttered as he bucked against you, the head of his throbbing cock pressing against your walls.

You let out a muffled whimper behind the soaking panties which had been shoved in your mouth earlier. Drool dribbled down your chin, mixing with the tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks.

Niragi's pulled back to get a good look at the sight before him. His sweat dripped from his head onto your chest, where his right hand latched itself roughly onto your rope decorated breasts.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He growled, nails digging into your delicate skin. His cock twitched as he grew closer to his release. You whine, throwing your head back in ecstasy. "Shit-!" Niragi suddenly buckled forward, arms caging around you to prevent himself from collapsing onto you.

His forehead pressed against yours in an intimate manner. You could feel his hot, ragged breath on your face. His thrusts grew sloppy, and the sound of wet skin slapping echoed around the walls. Niragi's poor neighbors were definitely losing sleep because of all the noise.

"I'm gonna cum- Shit!" He cursed. You let out a squeal, indicating to him that your climax was soon to follow. True to his word, he let out a broken moan and his movements slowed as you both finished together. His cum spilled into you, a full feeling that always left you satisfied.

He pulled out of you, admiring the white sticky liquid leaking out of you. He gathered as much as he could onto his fingers, pushing the substance back into you. You shivered, still sensitive.

"I know you love that, you naughty slut." He chuckled, tearing your panties from your mouth and replacing them with his fingers. "Lick it clean." You did as you were told, coating his fingers in saliva. His brows furrowed as he pulled his hand back.

"Untie me now?" You grin, body squirming. You were restrained by bright red roped, which surely left marks and bruises on your skin. Not that it mattered. Niragi makes sure to leave marks in any way he can.

"...Yeah. Yeah." Something seemed off. Niragi had a strange, confused expression on his face as he untied you, gently. Very gently, as if he wasn't animalistically pounding into you moments before.

"You okay?" You ask against your better judgement. You and Niragi never really talked about feelings. It's easier to stay emotionally detached that way.

"Yeah." He grumbled, fully releasing you from your bindings. You sat up, rubbing the rope burns. You opted not to ask any further. You simply slipped out of the soiled bed, searching for your scattered clothes.

You dressed yourself, mind wandering to the steamy shower you planned on taking upon returning to your room. Your skin felt dirty, covered in sweat and fluids beneath your clothes. You were nearly half dressed when you turned to see Niragi.

He was still nude, in a kneeling position on the bed, staring down at the wet stains in the sheets. He seemed completely out of it. What happened? Just a couple hours ago, he was dragging you by the wrist into his room. Was it a bad game earlier today? You'd heard half his group didn't come back alive. You would have to attend another game soon too, as your visa would end in two days.

You opened your mouth to speak but ultimately decided against it. He said he was fine. Besides, this was just about hooking up. Feelings and sex should never mix. That's what you always told yourself.

"See you soon." You said once you were dressed. Niragi had finally moved. He was shirtless, but there were grey sweatpants covering his lower half. "My visa ends in two days."

"I know." He scoffed, as if it was an insult for you to remind him. "I'll meet you in your room, if you come back alive." He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his nightstand.

"Gee, thanks for the words of encouragement." You roll your eyes, slipping into your sandals and trudging to the door. Your legs trembled, sore from the activities that occurred in the past couple hours.

You shut the door behind you, leaving Niragi smoking alone on his dirty bed. The poor guy would probably have to go through all the effort of washing his sheets at such an ungodly hour.

But to him, that effort was worth it.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You trembled, but not in the good way. Your legs buckled beneath you, and your hand pressed firmly against the gash in your stomach. Tonight's game was treacherous. Violent.

Your head spun, the way it felt when you were drunk. That was the exact reason you would tend to steer away from substances. Because they made your mind foggy, and you wanted to be present. Especially with Niragi. Especially when he was on top of you, rearranging your guts.

How could you possibly think of him right now? On the verge of death? When your guts were actually literally at risk. Who else was there really to think of? You hadn't made any friends at The Beach. Was Niragi a friend?

No. Of course not. He's a stranger.

You don't know his age. His profession. His likes. His dislikes. You don't know what time he wakes up in the morning, or how he takes his coffee. You don't even know his favorite color.

"Get up!" Someone shouted, tugging your arm. Fortunately, it was someone on your team that found you. If it weren't, surely you would be dead by now. You let out a hiss of pain as the woman pulls you up. "What happened?!"

She looks old enough to be your mother, but the scars littered on her body don't give you a comforting feeling. The games have clearly not been very kind to her.

"Someone got me. With... a cleaver or something?" You groan as the woman looks at your wound. At the beginning of the game, everyone had the chance to grab a weapon. You were not quick enough and were unfortunately left with a screwdriver.

"Jesus." She whispers, shoving you slightly. "Just stay alive 'til the end of the game, yeah?" She says before leaning you against the wall, running off in the direction of some distant gunshots.

"Yeah." You wince, watching her go. All you had to do was have more members alive on your team than the opposing one. Then, you could go back to The Beach.

God, you were probably in no state for the mind-numbing sex you needed so badly. You wished you could have anything to distract from the searing pain.

You were lightheaded. It took every ounce of strength to pull the little device out of your pocket and check how much time was left in the game.

Literally just one more minute.

You wondered which team had more players now. Were you going to have a laser beam shot through your head, or would you succumb to blood loss? You didn't want to die, but the way your head spun, it felt nearly inevitable.

Looking down, you saw just how much blood came out of your body. It pooled through your shirt, down your pants, and onto the ground you sat on. It was more than you thought a human could lose before blacking out. Then again, you're no doctor.

You checked your phone again. The game had already ended. When did that happen? You didn't hear any announcements. How long had you been sitting there? Time blurred together, and a migrane began piercing through your skull.

"Oh my fuck." You half whisper, half groan, shifting to try and stand up. You kept your palm pressed against your stomach, trying to retain as much blood as possible.

"Shit- What are you doing?" Said a muffled voice. It was that woman again. "Stop moving, young lady!" She came to your aid, letting you lean on her as you walked back to the car you came in.

"When did the game end?" You ask hazily, limping. The car finally game into sight, and a sigh of relief left your lips. You would be back in your nice, cozy bed soon enough.

"Only a couple minutes ago." She answered, dumping you into the backseat. The car was not so crowded as it was when you arrived. "Relax. You'll be fine. Just stay awake."

"Thank you." You exhaled, laying your head against the headrest. "Thank you." You repeated. You didn't know this nice woman's name, and you probably would never see her again, but you were grateful for her kindness.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Thank god for the medical team at The Beach. You were stitched up nicely and wrapped in a bunch of band aids. You were lucky that your vital organs were missed. Unfortunately, there weren't any heavy painkillers left for you, so you had to tough it out with some over-the-counter pills.

You stumbled up the stairs and to your room. You were advised not to take a shower, which sucked considering how gross you were feeling. You push the door open, only to be met with an irritated face.

"Where the fuck were you?" Niragi spat; tone laced with frustration. His hand found your hip, and he pulled you closer, to which you stumbled into his chest and let out a hiss of pain.

"W-Watch it!" You yell, pressing your hands against his chest and trying to push him away. "I think tonight isn't exactly a good night, Niragi. Go find someone else."

"What happened?" He questioned harshly, almost as if this were some sort of interrogation. He pulled your shirt up before you could protest, and he was met with blood-spotted bandages.

You were fortunate you had the privilege of wearing actual clothes on The Beach. Technically, you were not supposed to, but who was going to stop you? You were not officially Niragi's girl, but everyone knew you two had something going on based on the moans and thumps that bounced through the halls whenever you were in the same room.

"What happened?" He repeated, releasing your shirt. You sigh, pulling away from him and limping to your bed, carefully positioning yourself at the edge.

"Nothing. Nothing. Just needed a couple stitches and all. I'm fine. It was bound to happen eventually." You peel off a couple extra layers of clothing. You just want to sleep after the rough day you've had. "Can we just postpone anything until after I'm a little more healed?"

"A lot more healed." He scoffed. You tilt your head, shooting him a curious look. "We're not doing anything until you're a lot more healed. Not just a little." He clarifies.

"Aww. I didn't know you had a heart somewhere in that muscly chest of yours." You tease, fumbling with your blankets. Somehow, you can't seem to place the comforter over yourself. You huff, giving up and settling for the tangle of bedding uncomfortably resting on top of you.

"I just don't want my huge cock pushing your organs out of your body." He chuckles. Niragi approaches your bed and grips the messy sheets, carefully flattening and fixing them over you. "I will be back for that killer pussy."

"Dear god, I hope so." You give him a weak smile, sleep already tugging you away from consciousness. It's a shame you were too tired to keep your eyes open long enough to see Niragi lean in, but hesitate, opting not to place a kiss on your forehead.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Niragi threw the half-naked stranger out of his room. She cursed at him, throwing up the middle finger before storming back to wherever she came from. He didn't even fuck her. He couldn't. His mind wasn't in the right place.

Niragi hadn't fucked anyone in weeks, and it was driving him mad. He tried, but no matter how hot the girl was, he couldn't touch her. Something was distracting him.

Now was not the time to grow a conscience. He'd killed, he'd raped, he'd stolen. He was far from being a "moral" person. So what was it that kept him from getting his dick wet?

It didn't feel as good as it felt with you. What was it about you that made the sex so special? Your soft skin? Your sweet scent? Your unforgettable taste? What did your body have that he couldn't find somewhere else?

It was sickening. Like a true addict, he couldn't take another minute without plowing into you. So why? What was he waiting for? Your wound to heal? That never stopped him before.

After a couple shots of tequila and a cigarette, Niragi decided he would pay you a visit. He hardly ever checked on the progress of your injury. The two of you never really spoke outside of your nightly escapades.

His knuckles tapped against your door. His heart raced. Why was there such anticipation about seeing you? It was just you. Just some girl who gave great head and let him do pretty much whatever he wanted to your body. Then the door swung open, and your tired eyes met his.

"Niragi." Fuck, just the way you said his name made him rock hard. "Hey. I've missed your company." You grin with a wink. He tenses, pushing his way into your room without asking. You roll your eyes, shutting the door.

"How's the gash?" He asks gruffly, spinning you around by your shoulder and lifting your shirt. There isn't blood leaking through your bandages anymore. You've healed quite nicely. "Are you fuckable?"

"Geez, what happened to 'Hello, how are you?'" You joke. "It's healing up just fine. I'm probably fuckable, but I heard you were with another girl tonight, so I didn't bother." Your tone sharpened slightly. Niragi had supposedly been with a new girl every night, since he couldn't have you.

"Is someone jealous?" Niragi cackled, hand tracing your hip. His touch was mindful and gentle, quite the opposite of what it usually was.

"Not a chance." You reached up, fingers tracing his jawline. "So, tell me, why are you here with me? Not with her?" His gaze faltered slightly, scanning from your eyes, toyour lips, to your collarbones, and back to your eyes again.

"Your ass is better." He smirked, hands wandering. "You've got a better body than anyone in this god forsaken place. Plus, you let me do things like this."

One of Niragi's hands cupped your cheek. His thumb shoved its way into your mouth, pulling your lips apart. You obediently opened wide, sticking your tongue out for him as he spat onto it. You swallow it, and he shudders.

"You nasty freak." He shivered as your fingers brushed along his adam's apple.

"You like it." You state confidently before crashing your lips onto his. His palms are planted against your waist, keeping you stable as you devour each other in a passionate kiss.

He leads you to the bed, setting you against the mattress softly, tongue never leaving your mouth. Something feels gentler. The Niragi you remember would have no trouble tearing your clothes off and shoving you onto the bed.

His hands are meticulous, peeling each garment away like you are a fragile porcelain doll. Your fingers lace into his hair, pulling it until his lips disconnected from yours.

"What are you doing?" You ask. This was not the thrilling sex that you'd reached out to him for in the first place. This was too intimate. Too caring.

"Taking your fucking clothes off?" He leaned forward to kiss you again, but you tugged his hair back once more. His eyebrows knit and a frown was planted on his face. "What?"

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about." You squint. "You're being all gentle and stuff. By now I should've had my ankles over my shoulders."

"Don't be stupid. That could break your stitches. I'm not being fucking gentle." He stood, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it over his shoulders.

"My stitches are fine. Just use me already." You whine, spreading your legs and exposing yourself to him. He groans, fumbling with the buckle of his belt.

His pants are pooled at his ankles before your eyes. His cock twitching and leaking at the sight of you. God, how he's missed this. He's desperate for it, but something is still holding him back.

He doesn't slam himself inside you, thrusting at the speed of light. Instead, he is slow, rubbing his tip against your entrance in careful circles. You bite your lip, eager for what is to come.

He stretches you out, entering you inch by inch. He chokes out a sound somewhere between a whine and a groan. He sounds heavenly. He feels heavenly. You're not sure where the courage comes from, but you wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling him until his chest met yours. In his ear, you giggle, and whisper:

"Oh, have you missed me, my good boy?"

He lets out a sharp exhale, his hips bucking forward suddenly, bottoming out inside you. He certainly wasn't expecting you to say that.

"H-Holy fuck-!" He growls; his eyes tightly squeezed shut. "What the fuck, Y/N- You can't just... Ngh... Say that-" His words are spoken through broken whimpers.

You roll your hips, and Niragi pulls back slightly before ramming into you. Finally. There's the Niragi you have been looking for. Your tongue scraped against his earlobe as he thrusts into you.

Your back arches in response to the waves of pleasure pulsing through your body. Then, there's a pain. You wince. A small movement that any other man wouldn't have noticed.

But Niragi noticed.

He knew all your movements like the back of his hand. He knew how you spasmed every time you climaxed. He knew how your breath would hitch when he touched you in certain ways. Your body was a work of art, and he knew every brushstroke.

He normally had no problem with a little pain mixing in with pleasure. In fact, he relished in it. This was different. He paused, eyes scanning your bandaged stomach for signs of blood.

"N-No- Don't stop." You grip his arm tightly. "Please, don't stop. I'm okay, I'm fine. Really." You plead. He bites his lip, nodding as he continued. Gently.

There were no ropes. There was no candle wax. No knives or guns. No gags. No interesting new positions. It was not exactly the sex you imagined you would have that night, but it felt so good.

It felt good in a way you could hardly ever achieve without trying some kinky new experiment with a new person. It felt safe, warm, and precious. You could stay with Niragi like this forever.

You could stay cradled in his arms, in boring old missionary, his small sounds of pleasure whispered right into your ear. You could spend every night with his chest against yours, hearts beating so near to one another.

"Fuck." He whispered, lips tickling your ear. "You squeeze so nicely around me. So warm and wet. It's like you were molded for me. Shit... It's so good."

"I-I'm close-" You whimper, but he doesn't need to be told. He knows your body. He knows you. His lips met yours again, swallowing all your desperate cries into his throat.

You squeeze around him, reaching your climax and leading him to the same fate. He bucks into you in several fluid motions, him cum seeping deep inside you as he grunts into your mouth.

He pulls away from the kiss, his eyes shut as you both catch your breath. You stay like that, in his arms while he slowly softens inside you. A couple strands of his hair drape in front of your face, tickling your nose.

He pulls out, opening his eyes and searching for the clothes discarded carelessly off the side of the bed. Before he can do so, something else catches his attention.

"You're bleeding." He sits up. You do the same, looking towards your bandages. Blotchy crimson stains leak through the pristine white wrappings.

"Oh, fuck." You toss your legs over the edge of the bed, searching for your clothes. "That's okay. I'll just run down to medical and have them fix me up."

"You're so dumb." He spits, dressing himself quickly, keeping note of where all your clothes have landed too. You slap his hands away when he tries to lift you from the bed.

"I don't need help. Since when do you care anyway?" He scowls, throwing open a drawer in your wardrobe and tossing a new pair of panties at you. It surprises you that he remembers which drawer they were in.

"Since my personal fleshlight can't handle a little fuck session." He sneers. You scoff, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him, hard. The ragged motion makes you hiss in pain. "Don't fucking do that-"

"Don't tell me what I can or can't do." You shout, dressing yourself. "If you've got such a damn problem, then don't fuck me anymore. Go back to your other little toys. What's the big deal?"

He opens his mouth to speak but stops himself before the words can leave his lips. His gaze is sharp, almost like he's scolding you with his eyes.

You pick up a few of your things, slip your little beach sandals on, and leave the room without saying goodbye. Niragi knows the way out. It's not like he deserves a goodbye anyway.

You're nothing more than a hookup to each other, right?

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

He watched as you dressed yourself, moving slowly as not to open your stitches again. You always found your way back to each other. You just couldn't get enough of the sex. Of his presence.

"You wanna spend the night here?" He offered nonchalantly. You peek over your shoulder, eyeing him. "So you don't gotta walk, and climb the stairs, and all."

"You're a big softie." You accused, but you were genuinely considering the offer. Your legs couldn't take much more exercise. "You never cared about me walking and climbing stairs before."

"Yeah, well your body got sliced open by some maniac, so..." His sentence drifted. You smiled and sighed, as if the decision was really so hard.

"Fine. Fine. Just for tonight."

"Just for tonight."

Tonight became every night.

Now, laying on his bare chest with him arm around you, you found yourself thinking back to that night when it began. At first, it was just sleeping beside one another. Then, somehow, you grew closer and closer every night until you were constantly searching for each other's warmth.

It was still a casual thing though, of course.

You can casually cuddle with a guy, right? Everyone likes a little affection now and then. You can casually shower with someone too. After all, those showers often progressed into something much steamier. You can casually have breakfast with him, right? Just to re-energize from the activities the night before. You can casually wear his clothes, right?

Fuck. Wrong. This didn't feel casual at all anymore. This felt so intimate. You felt like roommates, but roommates who fucked. Roommates who fucked and liked each other's presence. Roommates who fucked, liked each other's presence, and could spend the rest of your lives with one another?

Shit! This wasn't casual anymore.

"I can hear the gears turning." Niragi sleepily mumbled into your hair. You shifted, looking at the time. Three thirty-five in the morning. No time to still be awake.

"What? Gears?" You chuckled, turning on your side and facing him. His eyes were shut, and his face seemed peaceful. "I didn't wake you somehow, did I?"

"Gears. In your brain. I hear them turning." He muttered, eyes opening. "What the fuck are you still thinking about this late at night?"

"Just... game stuff."

"You're a terrible liar." He sighed. You were about to scoff, as if offended by his comment, but he was right. That was a lie. "You have a tell, you know."

"W-What? No, I don't." Damn Niragi. He knows you too well. Your expressions, your movements, your tells. "I just can't sleep. Leave me alone."

"You do. It's not like you would know what your tell is, dummy. You're you. Now don't lie to me. What were you thinking about?" He said, voice stronger as his body woke.

"It's just that..." The words left your mind, and suddenly, you have no idea how to formulate your thoughts. "Do you like... Have feelings for me?"

"Feelings?" He raised an eyebrow. "I mean, obviously. I feel like you've been blessed with an unbelievably wet, tight pussy." He laughs. "I feel like you're annoying as hell."

"No, that's not what I meant." You groan, shoving him playfully. "I mean... Hear out my thought process here." You sit up, back leaning against the headboard. "We don't fuck anyone except for each other, right? We practically live together. We eat meals together. We sleep together. We do all the stuff that a couple would. Right?"

"Expect we're not." He rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "What're you trying to say? You want me to call you some shitty ass pet name or something?"

"No! I'm just thinking... Nevermind." You grumble, laying back down onto the bed with your back turned to him. His arm wrapped around you and pulled you closer into him.

"Commitment is stupid." He began. "I've never liked labels and shit. If you're gonna fuck, just fuck. If you're not, find someone else to fuck," A silence filled the room, and for a moment, you thought that was all he had to say. "But if you want to be called some silly pet name, I'll do it. Everybody already thinks we're a thing anyway."

"That's not what I asked for." You said softly, turning back around to face him. "I asked if you had feelings for me. Real feelings, I mean."

"Do you?"

"I asked you first." You shut down his attempt to dodge the question instantly but also bought yourself time to think of the answer. "Do you have feelings for me? It's a yes or no question."

Silence.

It grew so quiet, that if it weren't for hearing his racing heart, you would've thought he msut've fallen asleep again. You were about to give up and make an attempt as slumber as well, but he spoke.

"Yes." He said yes. He said yes?! Niragi, the most disgustingly ruthless bastard said yes? Of course, he said yes. There was a softness you brought out in him that couldn't be seen by anyone else. "Do you have feelings for me?"

How could this happen? This was the whole point of the arrangement you'd had. Non-committal, fun, kinky sex. It was just a way to blow off steam.

But now you knew how old he was. Now you knew his job back home. You knew what he liked, and what he didn't. You knew what time he rolled over and woke up in the morning. You knew how he wanted his coffee. You knew his favorite color.

You knew him, and he knew you. Miraculously, you knew each other. You saw each other, in the rawest way a person could ever see another human being, and you could envision knowing each other for the rest of your lives.

"Yes."

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BETWEEN BRUSHES AND GLOSS:

Chishiya x Reader

Requested: Chishiya finally lets Reader put a little makeup on him.

WARNING: Flirty energy...

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"Again with Kuina?" Chishiya asked when the woman stepped onto the rooftop where he had been hanging out for the last thirty minutes.

"Yeah, sorry about that. We started talking, and one thing led to another, and I lost track of time… Have you been waiting long?" Y/N replied as she sat down next to him, looking up at the sky. The sun had started to set, casting the sky in shades of red and orange.

"What’s this?" Chishiya asked, brushing his thumb lightly over her lower lip, wiping off some of the lipstick.

"Oh, it’s lipstick. Kuina found it the last time she went out… I don’t love the color, but I guess there’s not much to choose from in Borderlands," she laughed, pulling his hand away. "Honestly, this color would look better on you than on me. You know, with your hair and skin tone…"

"Y/N…" he warned. It wasn’t the first time she’d suggested putting makeup on him, and even though he’d said no plenty of times, she always seemed to bring it up.

"Okay, okay," she laughed, dropping the subject and leaning her head on his shoulder. "Sorry I’m late," she whispered.

"It’s fine," he replied.

They stayed on the rooftop, watching the last of the sunlight fade away and the stars start to appear, like little beams of hope piercing the darkness, momentarily chasing away all the pain and suffering in the world. When the pool lights flickered on and the noise of people began to echo from below, the couple left.

Kuina liked pretty things—makeup, clothes, and, apparently, stressing out her white-haired friend, who had recently become a little touchy about the subject of his girlfriend.

"Y/N told me she’d love to walk down a runway someday, did you know that? With how clumsy she is, she’d probably trip."

Chishiya didn’t know that, but he wasn’t about to admit it. Kuina seemed to know more about Y/N in the past few days than he’d learned over the years of being together.

"She also told me she’d like to see how you look with some eyeliner… Would it kill you to let her have that little pleasure?"

He did know that.

"You two are obsessed with makeup."

"No, I’m obsessed with makeup, and Y/N’s obsessed with you with makeup," Kuina laughed.

Chishiya rolled his eyes inwardly, keeping his stoic exterior.

"I’m back!" Y/N suddenly burst in, swinging a small cylindrical bottle. "Found the gloss we lost. Turns out it was under the bed and… oh, what are you doing here?" She stopped dead when she saw Chishiya sitting behind Kuina’s desk.

"I had nothing to do," he said, repeating the phrase he’d forced himself to say until it sounded believable.

"Oh, okay! Sit down, Kuina, I wanna start with those eyeshadows you brought the other day." Chishiya tried to ignore the knot forming in his stomach as the girl walked past him, completely ignoring his presence, her bright, sparkling gaze directed only at Kuina. Was that jealousy he was feeling?

"Wow, you’re really good at this!" Kuina said after a while, admiring her reflection in a small hand mirror.

"Well, it helps that my model is so gorgeous," Y/N joked, winking at the other woman and pushing her chin up.

Chishiya’s eyes darkened, and he cleared his throat. Was that what they did when he wasn’t around? Had he been letting his girlfriend flirt openly with Kuina, who clearly loved playing along?

"Is something wrong?" Y/N asked, catching his gaze.

"Nothing. I didn’t know you were such a pro at makeup now," he said, a slight edge of mockery in his voice, trying to hide his frustration.

"She really is an artist, isn’t she? Perfect," Kuina chimed in, standing up to pick Y/N up in her arms. The girl immediately wrapped her legs around her waist and spun in the air, giggling.

Chishiya stood up from his chair, feeling a fire burning inside him, and with exaggerated indifference, he decided to stop the scene.

"So is this an exclusive club, or can anyone join?" he asked, hands in his pockets, trying to ignore the tension in his body.

"Are you serious?" Kuina asked, lowering Y/N to the ground carefully, her eyes glinting mischievously.

He ignored her and focused solely on his girlfriend.

"Are you gonna do my makeup too, or do I have to sit here and watch?"

"Do you really want me to do your makeup?" Y/N asked, her surprise clear.

"If it means you won’t hog all your time with her…" he muttered under his breath.

Y/N laughed when she realized his real intentions.

"Alright, sit down, lover boy, let’s see what I can do," she said, taking her wrist out of her pocket and leading him to the bed.

Chishiya let himself flop down with a sigh, which broke off when Y/N climbed onto his lap, her legs folded beside his hips. As usual, he wrapped his arms around her waist in a way that felt way too intimate, especially with Kuina still in the room.

"Let’s see… Kuina, pass me the eyeliner," Y/N said, as though she noticed the tension in Chishiya’s body.

Kuina was stunned by Y/N’s boldness and couldn’t help but laugh at the surprised look on Chishiya’s face. It wasn’t easy to catch the guy off guard.

"Here you go, makeup master," Kuina said, handing her the eyeliner with an exaggerated bow.

"Thanks… Relax, Chishiya," Y/N said, giving him a light squeeze on the shoulder. "Or do you not trust me?" she joked.

Chishiya didn’t answer. Well, not with words anyway. He shot her a look that could kill, but he didn’t move when she leaned in to start her work.

The process was meticulous, carefully applying fine lines, enduring Chishiya’s constant gaze burning into her. When she met his eyes again, she could’ve sworn she saw a small blush spread across his cheeks. When it came time for the gloss, though, she lost her rhythm, captivated by those slightly parted lips, now glistening with a subtle shine that caught the light, making her catch her breath. She didn’t miss the mischievous smile he flashed, fully aware of how she was reacting. She tugged at his chin, pushing his head up in a ridiculous attempt to pretend she was admiring her work.

"Anything else?" Chishiya asked, his voice low and full of layers, pulling himself out of her grip. He looked at her intensely and tightened his hold on her hips.

"No, I’m done," she said, trying to calm the nervousness growing inside her.

One way or another, Chishiya always managed to take control of every situation. Even this one—with her sitting on his lap, brush and gloss in hand—he took charge with nothing but a smile and a look full of promise.

"You’re not gonna see yourself reflected in her eyes no matter how hard you try, Chishiya," Kuina said, breaking the tension between the couple, who were still staring at each other. "Here," she handed him a mirror.

Chishiya took it, flashing a smile without taking his eyes off Y/N. When he finally looked at his reflection, he had to admit he liked what he saw: the eyeliner accentuated his already sharp features, and the gloss added a subtle volume to his lips.

"It’s fine," he said finally.

"Just fine? Admit it, Chishiya, you love it," Y/N teased, adding a little more gloss to his cheek.

He grumbled under his breath but didn’t pull away.

"Bold fashion would look good on you too," she said, drawing patterns on his face with the new product, starting to laugh when he began pinching her sides, tickling her.

"And here’s where I… say goodbye," Kuina said, though her voice was drowned out by their laughter filling the room.

When the door clicked shut, Chishiya stayed still for a moment, watching her. The sound of Y/N’s laughter lingered in the room, like a melody that soothed him. In that moment, he realized he’d let her do his makeup as many times as she wanted, be her test subject, or anything else she needed—just so that her attention, her laughter, and that spark in her eyes were all for him, and him alone.

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I hope you enjoyed it! It was so much fun writing something a little different from what we usually see with the character, but I tried to keep him true to himself.

Let me know what you think! ✨

[realisticjupiter]

HEYHIHIHEYHELLLO <33333

Ahem-well. How would Chishiya and Niragi (optional) react to a reader who's really quiet in bed? Like no moans, very shy and doesn't want him to hear them. Thinking that they're embarrassing.

Feel free to reject if it's too much

-𓆉anon77

HEADCANONS: CHISHIYA & NIRAGI

summary: chishiya & niragi's reaction to quiet in bed fem!reader.

a/n: people hating dori for playing niragi just means he's a great actor. thank you for requesting again<3

CHISHIYA he wouldn't really mind you being quiet. In fact he most prefers it. As long as you show your enjoyment in other ways; like your body language and facial expressions he wouldn't even think twice.

He'd definitely overhear others on the beach about the subject. Maybe a guy bragging about how loud his girl is in bed.

At first he thought it was different for everyone, but he quickly put the two and two together when he could recall the moments you'd stop yourself from even making the slightest noise.

And when he asks you about it, as nonchalant as he is, he still assures you that it shouldn't be embarrassing.

Then he'd start listing off the female anatomy, and the psychological reasonings behind every noise.

NIRAGI was confused at first. You not making much noise definitely bruised his ego, making him think he wasn't good enough for you.

Every time you'd try again you'd notice how he'd try different things. Going faster, harder, and switching between different methods of dirty talk just to get a noise out of you.

He'd definitely urge you to make noise, to tell him just how much you like it. You'd definitely try, but you wouldn't help how embarrassed it made you feel.

He finally has enough and eventually gives up. Giving this entire speech of how 'he just must not be good enough for you'.

You assure him and finally explain why you aren't as loud, causing him to feel like a bigger idiot than he always had been.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[ankababy]

HIII!!!! Ok so I’ve been off uni lately so I have a lot of free time and duh you can already tell I’m obsessed with your fic SOOO I started making a couple drawings of it!!!! It’s gonna take a little bit cause I’m doing like 10 different ones but I just wanted to show u a sneak peak cause imo it’s turning out super cute!!!!!!(it’s gonna be 10000 better when I’m done tho I promise)

OMG.

I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS?!? THIS IS UNREAL HELLOOO?!?!! 10 DIFFERENT ONES??? WHAT. HELLOOOOOO?!?!

Thank you so much, like, unbelievably much. It’s amazing I’m actually in heaven. I wish I could say more but I’m actually at a loss of words I’ve never been happier😭

[user946468]

NSFW Alphabet - Chishiya Shuntaro and Niragi Suguru

Chishiya Shuntaro x reader | Niragi Suguru x reader

I swear this is my last one.. I should be updating my fic soon, but these are a lot more fun than I thought lol + adding songs from my favorite album that remind me of them. Also feel free to request any aib characters you want me to do a NSFW alphabet for!

Warning- Un-consensual sex, gore, ect.. basically Niragi being himself.

Niragi Suguru

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare? What's that? Your lucky if he even spares the time to lay with you after. Doesn't offer to clean you up after, or asks if you're okay.. maybe he'll take a shower with you after, but only if he gets a second round during it. After all, he loves the idea of his cum still being in you hours after.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his dick, obviously. I mean, what would he do without it? He gets a kick out of his tongue piercing too, did you know they make vibrating one's? Not that he thinks he needs it to make you cum, but its a nice surprise. Niragi loves your ass and tits, basic - but not surprising. He's a perverted male after all.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Obsessed with it. Painting every inch of your body with it, fucking it deeper into you, using it as lube, making you suck him completely dry- don't even think about spitting any of it out, he will make you lick it back up.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not much of a secret but he's a borderline sadist. Bondage, blood, knife play, he's into it all! He enjoys causing pain, inflicting it, making you feel completely helpless, fully at his will. He tie a chain to your neck like a dog, pulling it harder each time you tighten around him- shoving the nozzle of his rifle down your throat with the safety off, finger hovering over the trigger.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's fucking people left and right, what do you think? He chases after his own pleasure always, your own is rarely on his mind - but that doesn't mean he doesn't want you to cum. In fact if you don't, he thinks its a disrespect to his performance. If you don't, that means he'll pull out ever trick in the book until you cum- different positions, different rhythms, hitting every angle of your walls until he finds the spot that makes you shiver- bonus points if your orgasm is involuntary.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he has you fully in control. Tied up, laying under his body weight, being constrained to him- it's not like you have a choice anyways. If he wasn't working in front of an audience, he will have his rifle at stand by at all time with several locks on his door.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Of course he'll laugh, he's doing one of his favorite things! He'll laugh at how pitiful you look, the sorrow on your face, your pained groans- but you laughing? Are you trying to get shot? He'll think your laughing at him, after all why would you be laughing with him? Your laughing will turn into pained wails soon enough.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed, most of the time. Although he has no problem letting it grow out if he's lazy enough, and if you don't like it? Who cares! Your opinion doesn't mean anything to him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's a murder rapist. Anything romantic is off the tables. The only thing he knows is the pure bliss of getting his dick wet. Now, if somehow you are able to squeeze past those thick ass walls Niragi has built around his heart- maybe if you treated him like an actual person, anything other than a rabid dog that needs to be put down- than maybe, he'll focus on if your enjoying yourself or not. The most romantic thing he'll do if whisper fabricated praises and encouragements in your ear- or asking if your up to try something different, he won't take no for an answer and if you ask him to stop he'll ignore you- but Niragi will give you a minute or too to calm down before going back at it. That's about as sentimental as he can be.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Funny. What the hell would you be for if he could just jerk off? The closest thing to self pleasure as he would do is getting off on your underwear, and that's only if your there watching- he'll make you wear the stained pair after too. Something about watching you stroll around the beach, talking with friends and just living your life in general while wearing something so personal that were smeared with his cum always made his dick twitch.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

What isn't he into is the real question. He'll get hard at the slight glance at you drenched in someone else's blood after a game- knowing you fought so hard to stay alive just to come crawling back to him. To his dick. He likes when you cry, when your covered in bruises and scars made by him, when you stare at him, claw at his back, try to fight him off- he loves it all.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere! At anyyy time! He has a love hate relationship with fucking in public. On one hand, he gets to watch as people scowl in horror, shoving what they can't have in their faces, putting you on display like he was wearing a designer coat. On the other, why do they deserve to see you in such a state? One specifically made for him to see? They shouldn't get to hear you while you reach your climax, perverted fuckers would probably use it to jerk off!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The adrenaline rush of the games mixed with rounds of rough sex after? Fucking life changing. That's when his stamina is at its highest, high chance you wont be able to walk properly for a few days after.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If you try to act dominant, he will smack the shit out of you and force you to switch positions or he'll get soft in seconds. That doesn't mean he wont let you ride him or you cant give him small praises (although it will take him awhile to fell normal about it) but calling his a good boy or asking to peg him? He'll stare at you with disgust, waiting for you to laugh and say your fucking with him. If you don't, he'll make you say it either way for his sake.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Its more like throat fucking than an actual blow job. He's obsessed with the way you don't try and move when he's ball deep in your throat, you know better. Even if your gagging and huffing heavily through your nose, light headed and tense- all you can do stare through heavy-lidded eyes, silently waiting for it too end. Niragi also refuses to let you touch yourself during times like this, the way you desperately shuffle your hips back and forth against nothing always makes him smile. As for you, Niragi is well adjusted to female anatomy. He'll twirl his tongue, lick, suck, push- try anything to see what makes you gasp. Niragi surprisingly doesn't mind eating you out, especially when your so overstimulated you not sure what part of him in rubbing your clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

Slow in not in Niragi's vocabulary. It's always hard, always quick, and always rapid. If he wan't to tease you, he'll pull out completely before you climax, or rub himself along your entrance letting himself play with your clit before pushing inside you. Rarely ever with prep.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he must, he will. Made militants bring you to his room only to be called to a meeting a minute later? He'll try to bring you too, making you sit on his lap. Groping you in front of everyone, licking down your neck and kneeing between your legs. If he has to suffer the wait, so do they. That is if Aguni lets it pass, if not he'll fuck your throat and finish in seconds. Niragi can hold off for hours if he really wants too, but in situations like this he'll cum early. Plus, he knows you'll still be there when he's back, cause he won't let you leave.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) 

As long as its nothing putting him in "a pussy situation" as he calls it, he's all for it! Want him to pour hot wax on you? Why didn't you ask so sooner? He will even let the wax get hot enough to leave marks, spelling his name across your waist. He almost cums in his pants when you ask him to fuck you with his gun, safety off and fully loaded.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

However many until he's satisfied. Five, two, eight- depends on the day. If he feels nice he'll move to your mouth instead of your pussy after a few rounds, but only if you beg hard enough. Like I said before, he can edge himself for hours on end, making you climax for the fourth time by his first.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

Not toys necessarily.. but he'll use unconventional items as sex toys if there close by. Fucking you against the beaches communal dryer, making sure your clit is pressed tightly against the edge of the metal. A candle sick as a butt plug, his boxers as a homemade gag, making you fuck yourself with a knifes handle. He doesn't need any toys, your body is enough for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Eighty percent of your time spent together is Niragi edging you on, asking you how bad you want him before suddenly moving a few steps away, removing what ever form of contact you had and smugly watching your body arch towards him, begging for some form of contact. "Oh you poor baby," he'd say with mock sincerity, "Missing something?"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

He's loud and proud. Most grunts and moans, maybe a small whimper here and there but usually under his breath, like he's trying to hide them. He's a man after all, not a sex machine. Surprising, I know. The whole time he's verbal, dialogue never ending- he doesn't even seem to be speaking to you directly sometimes, more like to himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Enjoys anal and somnophilia (sleeping people). Anal is rare nonetheless, he needs to make sure your properly clean first- going as far as timing how long your in the shower. Anything less than five minutes? Get you ass back in there. Although its more taxing, knowing that your full of his cum in every way possible is worth it. Somnophilia makes his job easier. Simple as that. If your always tense and trying to reject him for entering you, why wouldn't he find you when your the most relaxed, most willing - to take you completely. The ease to push himself in you just to tighten a moment later, while fully emerged, sends an nice twitch to his dick.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

Niragi's cocky, and for good reason. He's eight inches while hard, not the thickest but enough girth to make you wince. A light pink going into a harsh red at the tip, raging veins and slightly tilted to the left. He's overly proud of himself.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

On his mind every day- which, are we really surprised? In the morning, at night, during games, in meetings, while shoving a gun in front of a members face, seeing you cry and covered in blood after a game- even if its not his main concern, the idea is always wafting around in his brain. For your sake I hope you match his freak...

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Are you kidding? Sex gives him an energy boost like no other. He's seconds away from jumping around the pool, shooting and fighting people just for the fun of it - hell, he might even join a game early. So, sorry, no cute sleeping together after.

Chishiya Shuntaro

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Quiet. Maybe a grunt while wiping himself up and getting dressed, other than that he's non-verbal. Glances at you here and there, and if you don't clean yourself up he'll ask if you want him too- you always say yes and he always complies. He'll leave wordlessly after, at least for the first few times. If your close enough to be comfortable after the fact- than he'll stay in bed, and after his momentary silence will start spewing whatever analytical thoughts are coming to him. He always gets philosophical after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Chishiya doesn't have a 'favorite' per say, he thought it was foolish- why would he have sex with you if he didn't like every part of you physically? And sure, he might enjoy the way your bikini top pushes your breast together a little to much. Or how easily your neck bruises and the feeling of your heartbeat escalating under his lips- but that doesn't mean he enjoys anything else about you any less. Once you asked, and he stared at you like you were dumb. "Why? So you can boast about it?" He asked, "So you do have a favorite! Honest, ass or tits guys?" As for himself.. he thought he was fine. Attractive enough to cause glances his way, and nothing close to ugly. Chishiya wouldn't go as far as too praise his himself, but he was comfortable being naked in others company.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ehh.. it's a thing? No real opinion. Doesn't hate it doesn't love it- although he can appreciate it's side use as lube. As cold and restrained as he was mentally, his dick majorly missed the memo. Endless amounts of pre-cum and involuntary dick twitches whenever you so much as breathed on it. But like he said it could be useful.. especially when fucking your breasts. But he swears he doesn't care for either ass or tit any more than he says.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves the chase as much as actually having sex. Watching you from afar, prolonged eye contact, seeing how you react to the slight cleavage of his chest when he rolls his zipper down, to his hovering hand by your thigh. It heightens his senses, makes it harder to not want to touch you, not allowing him to see you- after all he has a habit of refusing himself what he wants.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's a doctor, therefor knows his way around female anatomy. Where certain pressure points are located, where to find your clit, how to position himself in just the right way to make the heat in your stomach grow. As experienced as any normal guy, not a virgin with a body count under five- although it hardly shown as much. He could've told you he had four current fuck-buddies telling him exactly what too do and you wouldn't be surprised.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doesn't have one. Dumb question. If he's fucking you, he's in you anyways right? He lets the situation speak for itself. Your sitting on his lap? He'll guide your hips to ride him. He ends up on top of you- missionary it is. Never would he ever make you go into some obscene position to get his dick sucked a certain way, or too get a quarter inch deeper into you. Their horrible for your joints and muscles, and why would he want to tire you out so soon?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Chishiya's rarely ever humorous in general, so why would he start now? The closest thing to a laugh he'll give is an amused huff whenever you give a sarcastic quip, or if you do anything he deems is stupid. You let out a nervous high-pitched giggle while undressing? He can't help but compare you too the girls at the beach- the ones who use faulty laughs in hopes of getting laid. If it wasn't for the unpleasant contrast to the other bikini-wearing girl's, it would have almost been something close to endearing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well-groomed, and highly hygienic- Chishiya couldn't fathom why anyone would willingly be dirty. He keeps it trimmed, never letting it grow past a certain point before shaving it down. Unlike most he doesn't care if your shaven or not- he just wants to know how often you shower.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Having romantic feelings is a big jump. You should be lucky if you can endues any feeling out of the man. He doesn't say anything with intimate underlining no matter how good your making him feel. Not because he's tempted too or he wants too.. and even if he did he wouldn't know what to say. After all the fact that he's letting you kiss him should be enough.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Chishiya knows the benefits of having an orgasm; it can relax you- physically and mentally, it's a stress reliever, causes a serration boost- yet he's just never felt the need. If he woke up with a boner he'll ignore it until it's gone most days, if it wont, he'll rub a quick one out. Simple as that. In fact its almost annoying, time consuming- having to search his brain for something that makes his dick twitch in satisfaction. At least you given him something to get off too quicker.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Humping. Feeling your hips running back and forth around his torso as the sheer feeling of the imprint of his dick, letting you get off on his leg while your giving him a blowjob, lazily pumping his dick while watching you hump a pillow because he refused to touch you, you rapidly rubbing your clit against his naked thighs- shorts be damned- you reaching your climax without him even having to touch you? Hottest thing you could do. Did wonders for his ego too.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In a room where he could lay and sit down. Why would he willingly be uncomfortable without reason? And it must be completely empty. No one else in sight. Chishiya didn't hate the idea of fucking in the shower, it made the clean up process a lot faster.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. And not because of some sentimental outlook, but because of how real it was. You laid bare in front of him - literally and metaphorically - he knew your story, fears, skills, your treasures of the world- what was stopping him for shattering your esteem while you laid so earnestly below him? Or whispering degrading thoughts in your ear while you reach your orgasm, installing pleasure too your fears? Would he? Probably not. But the weight of another person in there entirely surged him to you. You'd let him kiss you in any way, touch you how he pleased, fuck you how he felt fit- you allowed him to have the higher power. He'd be lying if he said it didn't do things to him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Role play. He simply wouldn't be able to get into character, and he wouldn't be able to see you in such a different light. Although he did play doctor once or twice.. but it made sense, if he is an actual doctor he's not playing a character, is he?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

No preference, really. He likes the suction of your mouth, the tightness of your throat, the way you tug on his hair when he's between your legs, forcing his head down- completely ignorant to you blocking both of his airways. He realized that he didn't actually mind.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

Its starts off as with an even pace, slow and deep thrusts- the longer you go for for quicker his hips snap, the harder the headboard hits the wall and the harder he fucks. Your both always a little out of breath by the end of it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn't care for it. What's the point in having sex while feeling rushed? He likes to take his time, however how long or short he wants it to be. And the thought of where-ever he had to go to would ruin his sexual tuition, anyway. Chishiya would rather wait it out.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) 

Depends. Chishiya wound't say he's vanilla, or that he's a sex freak- so the thought of experimenting could go either way. If he thinks there is just a fragment of himself that would enjoy if he might say yes, more out of regard to you having the gut to ask him in the first place. If he doesn't like the idea, he'll simply shut you down.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Three max. Although he does prefer letting foreplay escalate you to finishing climax before you actually start to have sex- curling his fingers inside you, claiming he's "Just getting you started.", letting his tongue lap at you like a starved man- so a lot of the time, you end up more spent than him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

Why would you need toys? Chishiya's has two hands and a tongue for a reason. However if you ever brought him a toy, asking if he could use it on you, he won't reject you- but maybe he would make you use it on yourself while he watched, instructing you what too do, purely for his own enjoyment.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chishiya likes to get to the point and he wouldn't say he teases you, he just finds amusement in watching you arch in pleasure for as long as possible. Although if you ever heard him say that you would call him a fucking liar to his face.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

As for grunts and moans, more rare than you would like- you would try little tricks to see what would make him react the most- and ever time he did, you felt like you got a little reward. He was decently vocal, talking more than actually make sounds- but you didn't miss when a sharp intake of breath would cause him to pause, or when his words would deepen to low grumbles. Chishiya was vulgar with his words, much to your surprise. Outwardly asking if you liked what he was doing, making you explain how wet the thought of his dick was making you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Chishiya liked hearing how your voice would rattle when he grope you a certain way, liked hearing your airy call of his name and how you would repeat it over and over and over again in his ear. He liked forcing you to explain why you wanted him so bad while he refused to let you touch him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

Six inches exactly, and two and a half inches wide. How the hell he was that wide was beyond you, and Chishiya knew what you were thinking the second your eye's widened. He just looked at you with a small smirk and raised eyebrows, daring you to say something. Pale, like the rest of his, but with an aggravated bright pink tip. Stick straight and small veins runing to his shaft.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He could go without sex for the rest of his life if you made it a challenge. But you didn't, and it wasn't- so he enjoyed the company when he wanted too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he's tired he'll lay there, eyes closed and completely limp- even though his brain was still wide awake. It always took him a while to actually fall asleep, but depending on how rough you fucked the physical toll with lull him to sleep just a few minutes earlier.

[thecheshireprincess]

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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hii.. more niragi links please queen 👅👅

Hole inspection

Jerking him off >.<

How you look by the time he’s done with you (the rare times he wears a condom)

Riding him

You guys had a bet

This.

Rubbing your pussy with his boot

Making you watch yourself (photo)yo

You’re too pretty :/

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Tear you apart

Niragi as your friend with benefits, headcannons. Fem reader. +18 below cut

General masterlist

⚠️ In dark, full of despair world of Borderland luxurious Beach seemed to be dreamlike utopia where everybody could just enjoy life and forget about constant bloody fight for survival, even if only for a second. However, this illusion of a paradise was hiding many ugly secrets. Power-hungry control freaks in charge, enemies hidden in plain sight, armed social outcasts terrorising its residents under excuse of keeping the order and crowd of people trying to drown their existential fear in sex, drugs and alcohol. Caged between constant anxiety and bitter, temporary relief after each game won you also lived through every day as if it was your last. Instead of numbing yourself with strange pills or vodka, you found more primal addiction to distract your mind and body from this reality.

You were concerned about how fast this dangerous and unpredictable man became your painkiller. Everything about him was like a big red flag, but this brutal realm made you used to chaos. Hell, maybe it was exactly the thing that made you seek him out. After all, you could die in the next game, why not take a risk and enjoy something you wouldn't have enough courage to try in the real world? So you listened to your body and indulged in this forbidden pleasure. In the end it's not that deep, it's not like you two are a thing, you just want to feel alive before you get old, or more likely eliminated from games. And he was so exciting. Bad boy, fun and unpredictable. Niragi made your heart beat faster.

⚠️ What made you so physically interested in him at first was his tongue. Pierced, long and extremely agile. The way Niragi used to stick it out at all times didn't help at all, the sight of its tip gently stroking his lower lip while he concentrated on something never failed to make you insanely wet. You cringed a bit when he tried to provoke you by doing some obscene moves with it in your face, tho.

Nowadays this hot, talented tongue of his drives you to insanity. Niragi has oral fixation and his idea of foreplay usually includes licking you from your head to your toes. He will only ever do things in bed that satisfy him, he isn't the type to do something just because you like it. So when he tastes you all over you better believe he does it for his own pleasure. Not to mention the ego boost he gets from your moans when he overstimulates you with it. He knows just how flexible and long is his tongue and loves to flex it. As much as he gets off on disgusted reactions he gets from ladies when he flirts with them (sometimes even behaving a bit vulgar to earn them) sometimes deep down he wants to be wanted, needed, begged for - and he achieves it when his head is between your legs. So ask for him, moan, even ride his face, it makes him so eager. This is the only bit of control this man will let you have in bed.

⚠️ Besides this one thing, he's strictly dominant. A lot of his trauma revolves around being humiliated and having his physical boundaries violated to extreme level, just how much it influenced him shows in the way he fucks. First of all he loves to bind your hands. Besides the fact, that it makes you very vulnerable in front of him, making him feel more confident and secure - it's also a way for him to make sure you won't touch him in a way he couldn't control. He is a very touch starved person who craves physical stimulation and company of others more than anything, but for years only physical touch from others he got was painful and violent. This screwed him up deeply. He tries to shield himself during sex, for example he will not fully undress himself while you are completely naked or he will behave in overconfident or pushy way, hoping you won't notice how much his hands shake. You know how people who starved for a long time get nauseous when they finally get some food? That's Niragi and affection. So he will ovestimulate you until you can't even think anymore; bind your hands above your head to not feel your palm press against his chest - where his heart is; and intimidate you to make you submissive. He wants to feel your warm flesh accept him so much he will manhandle you and squeeze you, to make sure you are real, to make sure you are there. To make sure he can touch you and you won't run from him. He always fucks hard and fast, like he's trying to prove a point. You never now if it's to you or to himself.

⚠️ Niragi is impulsive and always seeks stronger stimuli, he has a strong tendency to overdo things. His mood changes very fast. You will definitely notice how it shows in bed as well. He has extremely bad day and wants to feel less shitty? He will fuck you in front of other people so everybody can see just how much of a man he is. He feels like somebody questioned his authority at the meeting with other high status citizens of the Beach? He might choke you just to feel empowered, to feel like your life lays in his hands and see your begging gaze get cloudy. He will do many things to make sure you feel who has control here, like making you suck on his gun (safety on, dw), spitting on your pussy and slapping it harshly just to hear you scream his name or leaving hickeys wherever he wants regardless of your opinion on that. He is the one deciding when and where you two fuck, your sex life revolves around his activities with the Militants.

⚠️ He's a messy boy and sex with him is just as messy. He loves it wet. At the end you will be covered in cum and spit and his entire face will be soaked with your squirt. He comes wherever he wants. Bad impulse control and awful pull out game. Things tend to go in dubcon territory with him from time to time cause he treats you like his doll and handles rejections very badly. He openly considers himself a filthy creep and is not ashamed of this indentity, pretty much the opposite - he embraces it. He wouldn't hesitate to eat your ass or kiss you right after he filled your mouth with his cum. He's the type to find your after game of spades just to lick off your sweat. If it makes you uncomfortable he gets instant boner. He's hella hypersexual so expext a lot of sex.

⚠️ He will have trouble with respecting rules of fwb deal. He will leave hickeys and cum inside you like you are his. Niragi will get jealous as if you were in commited relationship and will blame you for advances of other people out of his own insecurity and fear that you will choose someone else over him. Don't even try eyeing other people. He will at first attempt to disguise his jealousy as being protective to not feel like a loser but won't keep it up for long. Unless you crush his rival's dreams in the cruelest way possible he is mad at you just in case you even considered other guy for a second. You might get tired of it pretty fast, Niragi constantly refuses to be open and vulnerable with you while expecting you to be as loyal as a girlfriend should be, even if you never promised each other anything but pleasure. However he simply doesn't care if he's being unfair. He is not a good guy after all.

⚠️ If at any point you decide to get out of this fwb thing with him, well. Good fucking luck. Niragi will definitely get pissed off, trying to argue with you and convince you that you have no say in this matter. If you manage to withstand this pressure and leave anyways - get ready for him to get passive aggressive. He will make your life harder and won't hesitate to use his position on the beach to do so, hoping that you will come to him for help. Any guy that tries to approach you will suffer consequences of Niragi's fury as well. Nobody can touch you if he can't. If loneliness and helplessness won't be enough to make you come back to him, expect him to invade your personal space and bother you. The only way for it to stop is escaping from the Beach.