#aib!reader

Niragi liked beautiful girls like you. It was no mystery; seeing you for the first time with puckered lips, a pampered countenance, and a golden spoon served right to you, his body heated up with an uncontainable energy.

Aguni treated you like a glass doll. So incredibly fragile; a single tap could destroy you. Niragi knew no one was born so delicate. Nobody was born strong either. He had to force himself into his true essence, one of wrath, one of nature. Slowly but surely, Aguni raised you to be a flower, one that Niragi could pick apart: petal by petal. Rape, murder, arson, theft, assault. Weren't those the properties of humanity?

Tensions were rising among Hatter, his lackeys, the General (your brother), and the militants. Niragi, in all honesty, resented Aguni with unbridled restlessness. He never shows it, but remembers to upkeep his respectful yet hardly dignified appearance. When he was placed to look after you, he imagined the apple didn't fall far from the tree. You'd be an overbearing, self-righteous, hypocritical woman. One that was audible, bossy. The adjectives flooded his head.

When he walked into your room at the beach, his rifle swung over his shoulder, he gazed upon you on the bed. Your bedroom was disorganized but not dirty, scattered with jewelry, red cups, and lip gloss, an unmade bed, everything. His mind steered away from those adjectives. You were clueless. Naive. Untouched. Tempting. Breakable. How did you even survive a single game if big brother wasn't there?

Niragi would eventually learn two things. One, only thing you were good with was a handgun. Two, he understood why Aguni wanted to keep you locked away like a princess up in a tower. Two came before one.

Sunshine had hit your face through the curtain that day, even the great star had to catch sight of this moment. Your heavy-lidded eyes gazing up at Niragi, licking your dry lips. “Uh..’xcuse me?” You asked so incredibly softly. A murmur, almost going unheard. He’d have to quiet down to acknowledge you.

“Sit up. I don't have time for this.” He heard the scoff under your breath, saw the rolling of your eyes. “You came barging in here first,” You muttered. Since, Niragi had to deal with you as both a burden and his responsibility. Aguni would shoot him dead if you were harmed.

-

Niragi had taken you to his room after a game. His room was tidier than your own, aside from a couple of blood stains and an unmade bed. It smelled like sex and old cologne. He had left you there to shower and freshen up. He threw his head back in annoyance every time you complained about getting your princess's hands dirty. Your brother was a dirty piece of shit, this was the opposite. Niragi didn't anticipate danger in the comfort of his own room, so he left to do things.

You were wrapped in steaming water, hair tied up with a clip. The shower’s door was all foggy; you didn't hear anything under the water pressure nor did you see anything through the glass. Not till you turned off the water and opened the door did you notice men were in the bedroom.

Your heart beat fast. It sped up by a hundred miles per hour. They were waiting for you, were they not? Niragi couldn't bring people over here at a time like this. Surely, they had heard the water no longer making a sound?

Your breath fastened and recklessly ran into the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around you. They were caught off guard, grunting and suddenly standing on offense. It wasn't a mystery that you were attractive. You could practically smell their shared intentions.

Your panting was loud, yelling to get attention. They were saying something, something you couldn't understand due to the heartbeat in your brain. Rummaging through Niragi’s cabinet, you cursed him for not organizing this. The one thing he didn't pay attention to.

You heard a loud thud before you process you had been hit across your head with an assault rifle. It came to you that they didn't want to kill you.

Just on time, collapsing, the handgun in his drawer morphed against your hand and came with you. Adjusting it in your hand shakily, you shot consecutively towards the men. Hitting the four legs combined of the two men. Blood spattered on the walls, carpet, and towel. Thank Niragi for never keeping his guns on safety.

It was all a blur, the only skill Aguni had ever taught you was how to operate a gun. What about fighting or mind tricks matters if a bullet pierces your heart? Your mind was hazy from the blow against it, gradually drifting off. Then, the moment your hand retreated from your head, staring at a stain of red, everything disappeared.

It wasn't any longer than ten minutes when Niragi walked into his room, frowning at the shot men and the passed-out woman. “Figures,” He predicted that those lackeys would make a move soon enough, but he didn't expect it’d be now nor that it would be this close to home.

His boot hit across one of their heads, taking the walkie-talkie out and notifying Aguni. “Fuckin’ idiots,” Niragi mumbled. “Screwed by a girl.”

-

You awoke on his bed. It was still not made, but now you had a damp towel stopping the bleeding on your head. “Relax, you’re not dead. You just look like shit.” Teasing came easily when your eyes fluttered open.

Lazily, your eyes darted around. Then, pinpointing Niragi above you. He thought you’d laugh, roll your eyes, maybe just go back to sleep. Niragi couldn’t help the minimal gasp that left his lips when your eyes sparkled with unshed tears. “I’m so, sorry,” You babbled.

He sighed, parting his lips to speak but was interrupted by your blubbering. “Aguni’s gonna hate me,” Your arms were mindlessly wiping the tears falling from your eyes. “He should—”

Quick clicking sounds left from Niragi’s mouth, the sound of his nail tapping on the rifle silencing you. “You can't be serious thinking Aguni would ever blame this one on you,” Your mouth was agape, goggling at him slightly entranced. It’s not like Aguni was above reprimanding you. Whenever you gave Niragi a hard time, put yourself in danger, or broke his rules, you’d get a talking to.

But it’d go something like “Play nice with him, he’s helping you so don’t be mean.” or “I told you not to go out after 12, why don't you ever listen?” This was so much more than staying out past curfew. This was more than relentlessly teasing Niragi. You had been put a target on your back and now getting in the way.

Niragi’s tongue came out to wet his lips in that suggestive manner he always does. “It’s my fault here, sweetheart.”

“At least in Aguni’s eyes.”

You were left in the bed as Niragi was called out. Presumably for a meeting, if it didn’t turn violent.

-

It wasn’t long before Niragi came back and you were completely dazed. The ceiling began to look like figures with lion’s heads and voices calling you to look up at Niragi.

The throbbing and ache in the wound were so obnoxious. The way in which you couldn't even rest had you driven insane.

Sitting up slowly, hand on your head, Niragi got even closer to the bed. He towered over you, one brow raised with his rifle over his shoulder. Soon, he ended up placing it down. “Seems like the men who hurt you did it on their own accord, allegedly.” He ran a hand through his hair, that's when you noticed the blood stain on his clothes.

“You killed them? They didn't kill me why—” He cut you off with a near manic laugh, “Aguni’s orders.”

He noticed how shocked you were. Though, he didn't get the disbelief. “Are you an idiot?” He whispered. “They didn't kill you because they wanted to fuck your unconscious body, stupid.” His words were sharp, blunt. There was no beating around the bush. But even then, you could tell he was frustrated. Probably yelled at.

You glanced away, “M’sorry.” Your voice was low, shameful.

“Stop fuckin’ apologizing. If you wanted to make it up to me, you’d be doing something else instead of bitching.” He grunted, leaning over to observe the wound. It wasn't deep, but it was a lot. “Want a pain killer?” He murmured, rummaging through his even messier drawer.

Your head bobbed up and down slowly. He took one, a pretty blue pill and stuck his tongue out to show you what to do.

Quickly, you follow and pull your tongue out. He placed it on the surface, letting it begin to dissolve among your taste buds. “There we go, it’s gonna make you a bit drowsy, yeah?”

It didn't take long for the effects to kick in, mind spiraling with nothingness. “S’ cold,” You whispered, body falling back into the mattress. A gentle, sleepy hum pulls out of your lips, eyeing him for some warmth.

Niragi deliberately left you minimally dressed. The pain will cause your body to involuntarily shake. “You depend on me more than you realize," Niragi said confidently. But his lack of action to warm you up was baffling.

You felt him pin you down, his entire body hovering over you. With a single long stroke of his tongue, he traced from your abdomen up to your bra. Then, his eyes met yours. He saw how frantic your gaze was, a smirk painted onto his features. Yes, fear, that's what he craved.

The drugs didn't allow you to fight back against the pleasure your body felt. In your right mind, you might have threatened him with snitching to Aguni. But now? Ironically, all you did was quiver.

His hand closed tightly around your throat. Your red-tinted eyes shifted onto the tent in his pants. His tongue aligns with the apple of your cheek. “Wha—” you heaved. “The fuck are you doing?” Your voice was raspy due to a multitude of factors.

“You’re telling me you don't know?” He whispered right onto your earlobe. “What a load of shit,” Niragi spat, his free hand cupping your pussy, panties all damp. He groaned, kissing the corners of your lips.

Your breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling, in conflict with all the sensations. His frustration was obvious. “So fucking tired of your abhorred brother thinking he’s superior to me, to us.” His hold on your throat got tighter and tighter.

Niragi’s knee slipped between your thighs, causing your hips to buck against him. You were too drugged out to care about his ongoing monologue. “Pretending like his baby sister is a saint incarnate, he doesn't know how big a fucking slut she is.” Your whine caught his attention, brows raising, hands coming to steady your hips and prevent you from grinding downward. “Huh, don't you agree?”

Your hands were weak, still attempting to force his hands off of you. They closed around his wrists with barely any force, breathing with ur mouth agape. He lifted one of his hands, jerking yours away. In the matter of a moment, it came down to strike your cheek. “Answer me, hotshot,” He shouted, looking at your flinches.

You looked away, shutting your eyes tightly. His hand grabbed your chin with strength, forcing your gaze onto him. “Such a fucking princess, so better than everybody, gonna tell your brother you want to be fucked by his number two?” His shouting had frightened you. It would frighten anybody. You didn't have enough resilience to argue back, all you did was nod.

He pryed your legs open, licking down them. You didn't fight back, there was no willpower to. But Niragi didn't feel like giving. Generosity wasn't in the card today. His belt came undone in his hands, shoving his pants and boxers off. “Gonna take me like a good bitch, or do I have to force it into you?”

Your shoulders were tense up besides your head and you were fighting to keep your eyes open. Still, you managed a nod. “Atta’ girl.” He laughed, tongue licking his lips. “Knew you had one brain cell left.”

His hands rested on your abdomen, slowly pushing himself inside of you. He was holding back a little bit, permitting you to adjust. “Is she gonna cry?” He taunted, sticking his lower lip outward in a faux, mocking pout. You shook your head, but the tears betrayed you.

“Shh, sh sh.” His thrusts picked up the pace, the sound of smacking and moistness echoing in the room. He realized you weren't making much noise, even as his dick stretched you out. He continued to ram into your cervix, pride hurt by the lack of a positive reaction.

“Not gonna make any sounds?” He whispered, moving to rub your clit in a circle. Your pussy was clenching around him, letting out tiny “ah, ah, ah” chimes now. “Thats what I like to hear.”

Your head was thrown back, his cock angling up against your G-spot. It was all too much, way too much. Your stomach felt a knot forming, or about to untie. “Tummy—” You called out, lips forming an O shape and brows furrowing when he picked up the ferocity.

“Think Aguni would care if I fucked a baby into ya’?” He laughed, finishing all over your velvety walls. Yours happened right after, riding the wave and arching your back. Niragi guided it, hand pressing down on your stomach.

Niragi pulled out, thumb caressing the red mark on your cheek. There was a sort of numb, tingly sensation around it. The painkiller didn't allow you to feel any sort of real pain. “Gonna tell on me?”

You hesitated. The brain fog began to disappear, and the most sane response was “yes.” He squinted his eyes, gesturing towards the rifle. “Will you?” Your body betrayed your sanity, shaking your head. He rewarded you with a pat on the head, climbing off of you.

Would this become a routine?