It wasn't an uncommon sight for people to see you like this—you attached to him one way or another. Whenever you would wade through a crowd, you'd have a fistful of his jacket in your hand as he guided you forward. If there was a party and the environment was rowdy, eagle-eyed residents would spot you in a corner sharing earphones, listening to your own music.

"'Shiya, are they firing me?" You scooped up some of the pudding, bringing it close to his lips. He hummed in deep thought, letting you feed him.

"They wouldn't try," he finally responded. "They know what would happen if they did."

Your heart fluttered a little, making you bite the inside of your cheek to prevent a smile. After getting to know him for a while now, you've come to realize that only one word could fully describe your relationship: subtle.

He wasn't as big on PDA as you were, but he wasn't averse to physical touch as well. He wouldn't let you sit on his lap in public, but you'd feel his touch on your lower back whenever you were wandering around. He wasn't overtly jealous, but he didn't not care either. He was protective in the sense that he wouldn't make a scene. And it's in instances like this where his love for you really shows.

"Oooh, you're so hot when you're scary like this," you teased him, offering him another spoonful. He rolled his eyes, though a small smile played at his lips. He was silent after that for a few more minutes. You frowned a bit at this. Something was off.

"You gonna tell me what's on your mind?" you asked softly, placing your chin on his shoulder. Subconsciously, he leaned his head towards you.

"We're playing tonight, right?"

"Uh-huh. What about it?"

"They're putting us into separate groups this time." His eyes shifted towards you, trying to read your reaction.

Your eyes widened just a bit, surprised but not fully. In the past, you and Chishiya have come to expect that they'll use your relationship as a target. It was impossible for the militants or Hatter to have gotten a whiff of your plan to steal the cards, but a storm was about to come if they were trying to get rid of you first—and then presumably Chishiya.

You hummed, taking the last bite of pudding. Chishiya was still studying your expression. Truthfully, he wasn't worried about sending you off alone. He knew what you were capable of—your intellect and quick thinking were among the biggest reasons why he fell for you in the first place. It was who you were going to be grouped with that he was worried about.

"Well... I guess we had it coming," you stated plainly. You heard him scoff next to you. You quirked an eyebrow. "Is the great Shuntaro worried about little, old me?"

"Yes."

He moved so that he was facing you. Honey brown eyes bore into your own, his lips pinched in a thin line. The sarcasm died on your tongue, and you noticed how his knee was restlessly bouncing.

"I want you to come back here alive and well." It was a demand more than a request.

You took his hands gently into yours. "Of course I will. I'll always find my way back to bother you."

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"Where's your jacket?" Kuina gestured towards him with the lollipop. "Don't tell me you forgot it."

"It's with ___," he replied cooly.

Kuina tensed a little at your name. She knew about the separation ploy. Even further than that, she knew you were getting sent to a hearts game. She shifted from one foot to another, eyeing Chishiya carefully.

Upon first glance, he seemed aloof enough. His face was perfectly blank, eyes sharp. It was his hands that gave him away. He was repeatedly digging his nails into the tip of his thumb.

"I'm sure they'll be okay," Kuina murmured, nudging his shoulder. "They're tougher than everyone else thinks."

On the other side of the city, you were cozying yourself up in Chishiya's jacket as you leaned against the wall. The car had brought you to a mall, which had already unnerved you since it may mean you'd have to be quick on your feet. Large game zones always meant more physicality. The usual table filled with phones was also scattered with various weapons. Knives of various sizes, an axe, a baseball bat, dumbbells. All melee.

You've already armed yourself with the switchblade Chishiya made for you. You didn't want to risk carrying anything heavy around, especially not in a hearts game. You never knew if you'd need to run.

You eyed your "teammates," five militants you recognized to be under Niragi's posse. They couldn't have made it any more obvious that they were sending you to the wolves.

You rolled your eyes as they leered at you. It was one more minute before the game started, and your attention was drawn to a burly man accompanying an elderly woman. He was wearing a tank top reminiscent of Aguni's. He donned two full sleeves of tattoos and a row of piercings on his left ear.

Would've fit right in Aguni's faction if it weren't for the way he gently spoke to the woman.

Her crow's feet deepened when your eyes met. You gave her a small smile and a polite nod. She bowed lightly to you, mirroring your smile. You knew that part of Chishiya's protocol was to never look out for others, but god, you could already feel the guilt gnaw at you.

Just then, the familiar chime sounded, followed by the game announcer's voice.

"Registration has closed. There is a total of eight participants. The game will now commence.

Difficulty, 8 of Hearts. Game, Virus.

Clear condition: Find the antidote before the timer runs out.

Rules:

All players are Infected. Being Infected when the timer runs out will result in elimination. To be cured, players will need to find the antidote hidden in the shopping center. There is only one.

To administer the antidote, please place it in front of your phone camera.

Players are not allowed to exit the venue.

Players are allowed to use weapons.

Players will have 30 minutes before game over."

Almost immediately, the phones lit up with a timer counting down. There was palpable tension in the room, like all eight of you simultaneously held your breaths. Eight of you and only one antidote.

You could already see the gears turning in the militants' heads. Less people meant a larger chance to be cured. The one who went for the axe—Akira, you've come to remember his name—had a wolfish grin. Slowly, you inched yourself closer to the pair of newcomers.

The man already looked distressed, saying something inaudible into the old woman's ear. He froze when you came into view, his eyes narrowing at you. Before he could speak, you cut him off with a harsh whisper.

"Stay clear of them."

"Hey Kenji, aren't you Number 78?" You heard Akira speak behind you.

You subtlely nodded to the doors on the far left, an entrance to the grocery. Lots of shelves meant lots of places to hide. Lots of places to search. The tattooed man nodded in understanding, clutching the elderly woman's arm. Slowly, you led them farther and farther away from the armed men.

The militants were all focused on each other now. Akira was eyeing Kenji with a smirk. He was shorter, newer to the Beach. He took a cautious step back when Akira inched closer to him.

"I'm just double-checking, because if you aren't worth shit then that means I can do this."

You walked faster, breaking into a sprint when you heard the thick "thwack" of metal colliding with flesh. The body fell to the floor with a muted thump, followed by jeers and yells from the four remaining men.

"Don't look back!" You shouted at the pair. You led them into the supermarket area, winding around shelves and freezers. You finally stopped in your tracks when it was silent once more.

"How did you know they were going to..." The man trailed off, rubbing the elderly woman's back as she panted.

"I came here with them. Not really friends, more like begrudging workmates," you explained, catching your own breath. You stuck a hand out at them, introducing yourself.

"I'm Minato. This is my mother, Chiyo." Minato shook your hand firmly. Chiyo smiled at you once more, bringing her hand to her mouth before slowly turning it down.

"She's saying 'thank you,'" Minato said. You shrugged, moving to look around you.

"I think we should look around for now. We'll cross the bridge when we get there," you huffed, vaguely referring to the elephant in the room. Minato looked only half convinced, though nodded nonetheless.

The three of you moved together in silence, wary of the other men who may still be alive. At worst, it will still be the four of them. If, by some miracle, they were smart enough to work together, you'd have to face all of them if they decided they wanted to play the violent way. At best, it would be just Akira, or whoever would overpower him. After that, it would boil down to you, Minato, and Chiyo—something you did not want to think about for now.

"How are we even supposed to know what it looks like?" he asked you as you took off items from the shelves, digging around for anything that may be useful.

"Maybe our phones will light up when we come in contact with it?" you answered non-commitally.

You scanned your surroundings, seeing only half-off banners and posters offering discounts. "Under 40% off!" one of them read.

"What if it's not here?"

You turned around to look at them before peering around the shelves to glance at the entrance of the grocery. "Then we'd have to go out. You wouldn't happen to have anything you can defend yourselves with, would you?"

Minato gulped, shaking his head. He placed a hand on Chiyo's shoulder. "I'll be back, mama. I'll just look for things we can use. Take care of her while I'm away, okay?"

You assured him with a nod, carefully leading Chiyo to stand behind you. At least Minato was willing to trust you enough to leave you with his mother. The worry over betrayal was erased, for now.

You looked on as the seconds flew by on your phone. You've spent about 15 minutes in the shopping center, and you still have two whole floors left to investigate. You racked your brain, trying to think of the most efficient way to solve this.

You can't split up. Chiyo would be vulnerable, and Akira wouldn't hesitate to attack an old woman. Survival always came first in the Borderlands, sometimes more than humanity. If you went as a group, you'd risk having the timer run out. And even if you did find the antidote, what then?

That was when you heard the sliding doors part open. A small ding ran through the supermarket. You stuck close to the shelves, craning your head to see enough of the entrance. Chiyo followed suit.

Akira stood in the middle, face splattered with blood, a trail of crimson coming from the blade of his axe. He gripped it tightly, boots heavy on the tiled floor.

"___!" he called out. "I know you and your little friends are here!"

You looked around, still not seeing Minato. Akira walked aimlessly in your direction. You put a finger against your lips before gesturing to Chiyo. You'd have to go around and hope you'd meet Minato outside. Shakily, she hobbled towards the back aisle, silently making your way to door.

"I just want to talk!" Akira bellowed, hitting a display in one big swoop. Cans fell to the ground in echoing clatters. If Minato didn't know Akira was here, he sure would now. "You left so fucking fast a while ago!"

Akira swiped at the shelves, sending products toppling to the floor. From the corner of your eye, you saw Minato across the cash registers. He was kneeling down, pressed against one of the ledges. The end of a fire extinguisher poked out of his arms. He frantically pointed to the exit. You shook your head stubbornly.

"No, you'll break your mama's heart."

He shuffled on bent knees until he was a good distance behind a rampaging Akira. He stood up, bringing the fire extinguisher above his head. In front of him, Akira brought his eyes up, just in time to see their reflection in one of the freezer doors.

He spun around, bringing the axe across Minato's chest. Minato jumped back, shielding himself with the fire extinguisher. The axe blade broke through the metal, sending a steady puff of smoke out with a high-pitched wheeze.

"Stay close to the wall!" You lightly pushed Chiyo back before running towards Akira. You had gotten your blade out, swinging it at his neck. He jerked his head back, the blade cutting through his cheek instead. Minato got hold of the fire extinguisher again, smacking Akira in the side with it.

The militant stumbled back, but his grip on the axe was tight. He caught himself on one of the shelves and swung back at you. Minato shoved you out of the way, making you collide with one of the cashier stands. You smacked your head on the conveyor belt ledge, room spinning as you held yourself up.

"Under maintenance," the sign stuck on it read.

Unsteadily, you straightened up once more, seeing Minato on the ground as he clutched the side of his thigh. The fabric of his pants was torn, blood gushing out of the deep cut. Akira towered above him, extending his arms high above his head for the killing blow.

You swiftly grabbed one of the cans from the ground, chucking it at him. Bullseye, square in the face. He staggered backward, letting out a pained cry. You dragged Minato away from him, adrenaline pumping in your ears. Your vision wasn't fully clear yet, but you dove for the axe.

You had managed to grab the handle closest to the blade, but Akira's hand shot out to clutch the other end. The two of you fought, trying to wrench it out of each other's grip. He had you pinned against one of the cash registers, struggling to press the bladed end into you.

"You think lover boy would cry if I brought back your corpse?" he sneered at you through a toothy grin.

Just then, a blast of smoke hit him. With your remaining strength, you pushed off the axe handle, sending Akira flying back. Chiyo held onto the fire extinguisher, emptying it on a coughing Akira. You brought your arm around your face, burying your nose in the jacket's cotton. With your free arm, you dug around, blindly feeling the floor. Finally, your fingers came into contact with your switchblade.

Just as the smoke ran out, you lunged at Akira, plunging the blade into his sternum, just a little to the left. Exactly where the heart was, as Chishiya taught you. You retracted the blade, pushing it back in deeper. Akira limply struggled beneath you, mouth gaping in a wordless taunt. Eventually, he stopped moving.

You got up, wiping the blood off your blade using your shorts. You turned to Chiyo, who found her way to Minato. She was trembling as she pressed her hands against his wound. Below her, he gritted his teeth in pain. Panicked, you glanced at your phone. Seven minutes.

You swore, briskly walking up to them.

"Give me your phones. I'll find the antidote and—"you made eye contact with Minato. "I'll scan it using Chiyo's."

"How will we know you won't use yours?"

"Then I'll take her with me."

He chuckled humorlessly. "And leave me here?"

"Would you rather have all of us die?" you retorted, furrowing your brow. You could faintly hear the seconds tick down on your phone. For a moment, it was just you and Minato holding eye contact, challenging one another. It didn't look like either of you was budging soon.

"If I would scan using my phone, I would have left you by now." His brow furrowed deeper, mouth open with an argument that died on his tongue. Chiyo pressed Minato's cracked phone into your hands.

She smiled tearfully at you, repeating her gesture of thanks. You tilted your head towards her. With one last glance at Minato, you stood up.

"No! Mom! Give her yours! Mama!"

Minato's voice faded behind you as you made your way back to the center of the mall. You frantically looked around. Kenji's body was sprawled near the table. Another body was near one of the potted plants, at the landing of the escalator.

You forced your breathing to slow down. Chancing at one more look at your phone, you figured you had 5 minutes. You slowly spun around, taking in your surroundings.

Your eyes scanned the shopfronts, the banners, the posters tacked on the columns.

"Under 1,000 yen!"

"See us under the food court!"

"Selected items under 5, 000 yen!"

You brought your gaze back to one of the escalators, a piece of paper taped on its side.

"Under renovation."

Under.

It hit you.

You scrambled back to the phone table. Trying your best to avoid the pool of blood, you knelt down and peeked underneath. Sure enough, a 2x2 QR code was taped underneath. Below it was a red cross.

You positioned Minato's phone underneath it, angling the camera to line up with the code.

"Come on, come on," you pleaded.

Finally, the phone buzzed. Yours did as well. Confused, you brought both phones out, placing them on the ground.

"Antidote administered. You won!"

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Back at the Beach, Chishiya stood next to Kuina. They were on the balcony overlooking the entrance, waiting for time to trickle slowly as group after group came back. Everyone except yours.

Niragi and his group of "friends" perched around the couches, revelling as the night stretched on and you still haven't arrived. He tilted his head in Chishiya's direction, a mocking smirk on his face.

He tapped his fingers repeatedly on the balcony, letting out a long sigh. "Why aren't they back yet?"

"I don't know, Chishiya."

"They should be back by now. The games never take this long."

"Maybe they're driving back right now? Maybe it's an endurance game?"

Chishiya scoffed. "It's a hearts game. You don't need endurance for that."

"Well, I don't know, Chishiya, okay? I'm worried too," Kuina glanced at him, grimacing in irritation.

As if on cue, you walked breezily through the large doors. Chishiya's eyes widened at the sight of you. Dark red seeped into his jacket, your sleeves, especially, soaked with them. A large bloodstain was spattered over your t-shirt, flecks of scarlet stuck on your chin and cheeks. You glanced around, face blank. When your eyes met, your mouth broke into the biggest grin.

You sprinted towards him, Chishiya walking briskly to meet you halfway down the steps. Before he could get a word out, you wrapped him up in a tight hug. His arms snaked around your frame, pressing you against him.

"What took you so long, you idiot?" he mumbled against your neck. To your surprise, he gently cradled your face in his hands, pressing his lips softly against yours. You hummed, beaming as he pulled away.

Kuina folded her arms, proudly watching you both. She sneaked a glance at Niragi, a deep scowl on his face. This made her laugh under her breath.

"I told you I'd be back," you knotted your fingers in between his. You smoothed down the worried crease between his brows. You giggled, accidentally transferring some of the blood onto his skin.

"Sorry about that. I guess we'll both need to shower." Chishiya rolled his eyes as you winked teasingly at him.

Kuina moved towards you, embracing you as well. "Jesus, that worried the fuck out of me. What happened to you?"

"Don't worry, it's not mine," you referred to the blood. "I had to drop some friends off on the way."

The three of you started to make your way back to your room, Chishiya's hand gripping your waist firmly.

"Oi!" Niragi called after you. You groaned, turning halfway to him. You cocked a brow.

"What the fuck did you do to my boys, huh?"

For a moment, you contemplated what you would answer. You could tell the truth, tell him his "boys" mindlessly went after each other for a cure that needed to be activated only by one person—logic they missed out on. You could lie and act tough, bluff that you killed them yourselves. You glanced at Chishiya, his mouth formed in a content grin.

"I didn't do anything. They were too dumb, that's all. Just like you."

His favorite part of you? Your eyes. He’s obsessed with watching how they blown out and lose focus when you slip over the edge. 

As for himself, he knows his hands and mouth are his best assets. He takes great pride in using them to systematically dismantle your composure.

C = Cum:

He prefers to come on your stomach or your chest. He’s a visual person and loves the contrast against your skin. True to his nature, he always has something nearby to clean you up immediately… he likes to keep things as pristine as his own image.

D = Dirty Secret: 

He has a subtle voyeuristic streak. It’s not about having others watch, but about watching you. He loves fucking you in front of a mirror, forcing you to look at yourself while he takes you so you have to acknowledge exactly how much pleasure he's causing.

E = Experience:

Being a doctor, his knowledge of human anatomy isn't just theoretical. He has plenty of experience, mostly from casual flings. He knows exactly which nerves to hit and which spots are the most sensitive, allowing him to maximize your pleasure or your desperation with surgical precision and minimal effort.

F = Favourite position

Prone bone. He loves pinning you flat against the mattress. It gives him total control… he can grip your hands, your hair or your waist all while watching your back arch beautifully under his weight.

G = Goofy:

Absolutely not. Sex is an analytical, serious endeavor for him. However, he might drop a dry, sarcastic remark or a light taunt about the sounds you’re making just to see how deep of a crimson he can make you blush.

H = Hair:

He prefers everything to be well-groomed. He keeps himself perfectly maintained and expects the same from you. He prefers the feeling of smooth, uninterrupted skin, especially when he’s going down on you.

I = Intimacy:

His approach is more cerebral than emotional. He is constantly analyzing you, sensing what you need before you even realize it yourself. Its a connection where words are redundant, and physical understanding is absolute.

J = Jack off:

Rarely. He only does it when you’re away and he needs a quick stress release. Occasionally, if you’re there, he might ask you to watch him just so he can study your reaction to the sight.

K = Kink:

He is addicted to sensory deprivation. Blindfolding you is his go-to. He enjoys seeing your other senses heighten and watching how you become entirely dependent on his touch and the sound of his voice to know what’s coming next.

L = Location:

Strictly private. He has no interest in the risk of getting caught… he prefers a quiet and controlled environment where he can focus all of his analytical attention on you without distractions.

M = Motivation:

Praise is his silent fuel. He acts like your compliments dont move him, but you know better… they get under his skin in the best way. He is also highly motivated by seeing your naked silhouette in bed, especially when you’re being provocative. Ultimately, he’s driven by seeing how far he can push you… discovering your limits and being the only one who can evoke such a visceral reaction from you.

N = NO:

He has zero tolerance for poor hygiene or unnecessary mess. He isnt into "pain for the sake of pain" or anything that feels unrefined. For Chishiya, pleasure should be a sophisticated experience.

O = Oral:

He prefers giving. He takes immense pride in his ability to make you unravel using only his tongue. He loves the view from down there and having total control over your rhythm.

P = Pace:

Slow and deliberate. He is never in a rush. He takes his time exploring every inch of your skin, only increasing the intensity when he feels you’re right on the verge of breaking.

Q = Quickie:

Hardly ever. He’d rather dedicate proper time to it. If he does agree to one, it’ll be efficient, cold and incredibly intense… leaving you shaking while he fixes his clothes and walks away like nothing happened.

R = Risk:

Very low. He won't risk his comfort or your privacy for a cheap adrenaline rush. He finds much more thrill in the calculated safety of a locked room.

S = Stamina:

Surprisingly high. His lean frame is deceptive, he has remarkable physical endurance and can maintain a steady and punishing pace for a long time without ever looking fatigued.

T = Toys:

Yes, but in moderation. If he introduces one, it’ll be high-tech and incredibly effective. He views them as an extension of his own hands to experiment with new sensations on your body.

U = Unfair:

He is a master of teasing. He will start something and stop the second you’re at your limit, forcing you to beg for more. He thrives on the power he holds over your desires.

V = Volume:

Very quiet. All you’ll hear is his heavy breathing and the occasional low and raspy whisper in your ear. He prefers to listen to every whimper that escapes your lips, using them as his roadmap.

W = Wild Card:

If he’s annoyed or angry, Chishiya enjoys being a bit cruel in bed. 

Edging you is his favorite weapon. He’ll start off rough and fast, but the moment he feels your climax building, he’ll stop completely and mock you. He’ll graze his length against your folds without entering, watching your legs shake with desperate need. 

Other times he’ll go agonizingly slow, ignoring your pleas to go harder, finding his satisfaction in your frustrated tears.

X = X-Ray:

He’s quite well-endowed, notably above average but perfectly suited to his slender build. His skin is very pale, matching the rest of his body, with faint veins that become prominent when he's aroused.

Y = Yearning:

He’ll never admit he misses you. If he’s yearning for you, he’ll show it through a cold but intense comment or by hovering near you more than usual. His way of saying "I need you" is through silent, persistent physical contact.

Z = ZZZ:

arisu ryohei truly believes that the most favorable day in his entire existence is when he had first met you. try to implement or argue about the importance of other events—he doesn’t care, if you’re not part of it, it’s irrelevant.

he’s a loser, a pathetic man who couldn’t fathom existing without you.

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ʚɞ arisu ryohei awkwardly smiled at you from across the pool, waiting faithfully for a response. and maybe you were the asshole for not waving back at him, but honestly you had every single right to. this man has been chasing you like a contagious plague since you’ve entered the beach. he thinks he’s being inconspicuous, but being 5’10 offers obvious disadvantages to stalking, you caught onto him fairly fast.

ʚɞ arisu ryohei would take any opportunity to be with you. coincidentally, if you informed anyone that you’re planning to play one of the games tonight, suddenly he’s in the same exact game as you, with a multitude of days still left on his visa. you assume he’s been listening to your conversations, or that word gets around fast—either way, it’s beyond weird. you’d also heard, through the usual stream of gossip, that this lovelorn, gawky boy was incredibly intelligent, and that he’d somehow been selected to sit in on meetings with executives. how shocking. and, according to the same hearsay, he apparently had some kind of ridiculous obsession with you. how shocking again. your not even sure how such an atrocious rumor started, but everyone at the beach knows, and it’s unbelievably embarrassing for both of you.

ʚɞ arisu ryohei admires you from afar, watching—staring—so intensely. he’s determined to protect you, but from a distance. and yet he knows he can’t approach you just yet; he’d probably scare you off. so he relies on being a casual wallflower, doing whatever he can to keep you safe in this treacherous, heated environment. though, of course, he eventually had to step in during one situation…

arisu witnesses an official being much too physical with you. it’s disgusting, it irks him immensely that anyone has the audacity to touch—let alone talk to his girl. you’re slightly plastered, vulnerable to any malicious intent. he reluctantly stands up for you, approaching the guy and informing that, you—his dearest ‘girlfriend’, had way too much to drink tonight. ryohei advices the official to leave, as he was going to take you back to your hotel room soon. the other man refuses, saying that he’d prefer to walk you back. arisu wasn’t born yesterday, he sees the charming facade and can infer the malevolent purposes seeping through the fissures.

arisu pulls you from where you were perched, bonding his hand to your waist. you’re giggling, finding the whole dilemma hilarious in your hazed mind, “arisu…where are we going?”. he finds your drunken state oddly endearing, but he’s determined to make sure you don’t say anything you’ll regret later, “i’m taking you back to your room.”

“but i wanna go back to yours, arisu”.

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nsfw!

ʚɞ the only sounds that were omitted from his room were the lewd arrange of fervent moaning and obscene gushing. this was his most wildest dream, unraveling infront of his wide eyes as he was in your guts.

ʚɞ being recently celibate had made you reach your breaking point. and having this man completely whipped for you was just so tempting, you couldn’t resist him. he had those pleading eyes that spoke silently, begging you to fuck him.

ʚɞ prior, you implored him to stay with you, asking if he would let you rest on his bed. arisu absurdly declined, as he could infer he wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully with your body lying next to his.

your suggestion flustered him, sensing the innuendo behind your enticing honeyed words, “i-i don’t know.”

you laughed, feeling amused from teasing this absolute virgin, “c’monnn i know you want to. i’m so lonely at night arisu”, you pouted, “i need you”.

he knows that you’re not alone at night, he hears you. occasionally he puts his ear to your door just to listen to your pretty little whimpers as you get pounded by another desperate man. or when you’re actually desolate after dark, and you’re flustered in your sheets and need any type of relief, he listens to it like his most favorable music. it’s like his personal favorite song—he could replay it forever.

ʚɞ eventually and willingly he ends up giving in, letting himself go underneath your touch. his heart hammers underneath his chest as you let yourself trail your hand down his sternum to his stomach. you dip your fingers under his swimming trunks—tantalizing—teasing him.

he’s whining, he’s whining because he’s sexually frustrated and just wants your pretty hands wrapped around his thick cock.

“it hurts, ngh h-hurts so f’cking bad”, now he’s whimpering because his dick is just so painfully hard pressing against it’s own cloth confinements.

ʚɞ you ride him untill he breaks, which unfortunately doesn’t take too long, he’s humbly inexperienced. arisu has his fingernails sharp into your plush hips as you keep relentlessly bouncing, ass rippling against his pelvis.

“you…d-don’t have to do this”, he’s exceedingly embarrassed, petrified at the thought of you doing this out of pity. his chest tightens, stomach knotting with a sick mix of dread and humiliation, and excitement.

“‘mhm…i want to though, you feel sooo good baby”, the bed was creaking from your movements, slamming down onto his cock repeatedly. you maintain a steady rhythm of lifting and then slamming your hips down on him after only a few moments of adjusting to his staggering inches, your jaw quickly falling open with your tongue lolling past your lips, "you’re into that?" you huff softly before glancing back at him, "y-you want me to-, mmnh, praise you more?"

“y-yes! s-slow down! f-fuck i’m gonna”, he grabs onto your loins and starts repeatedly thrusting up into you, “g-gonna cum in you...” he adjusted his dominant hand from your hip to your neck, squeezing it gently.

you nodded repeatedly, “pleasee arisu, fill me up”

he throws his head back, shutting his eyes tight as he climaxes, painting your insides. he’s gasping, the air climbing through his narrow lungs as he claws for his next relinquished breath. euphoria claims his nerves, as you clench around him tightly, milking every last drop. you collapse onto him, digging your face into his neck to leave gentle open mouth kisses upon his flushed skin.

he’s so pussy-drunk. mouth open still gasping in immense astonishment of how his first time was so tremendously perfect. he mumbles his affectionate confession, “i- i love you, so much.”

“oh?”

ʚɞ arisu ryohei received his greatest desire for one night, but that wasn’t enough to satiate his lasting hunger for you. he still needs you, he craves you.

ʚɞ arisu ryohei masturbates constantly to the thought of you, it consumes most of his precious time. such a fucking gooner.

schlk, schlk ,schlk. the wet provocative plaps being audible from the hallway outside his room. "so close.. need—fuck—more." arisu picks up his pace, his fist working faster up and down his cock, pre dripping out with every sudden movement. as soon as he's right there, he stops. edging himself they way he’d imagine you would. his legs quake at the sudden loss of stimulation. he’s fighting with his sheets, holding it like a lifeline. "need you s'bad, baby..need y-you here.." he flutters his eyelids shut as he prepares to continue, fist pumping slow as he starts up again then moving faster, increasing his speed. "please—fuck! i'll be such a good boy f'you.." his jaw slacks ever so slightly as he moans out for you, calling out your name which feels like a prayer against his tongue. he reaches his climax, cum spilling out of his twitching achy cock as it leaks onto his chiseled stomach and veiny hands. he huffs breathlessly, sweat dripping down his collarbone.

the roles have turned, and now you’re the one listening to his desperate, futile whines from behind the door. your empathy betrays you; pity swells until you can’t ignore it any longer. you cut through his cries, pushing the door open and slipping inside before shutting it behind you.

“holy shit—um hi! sorry I was uhm…”, he’s flustered; so fucking embarrassed that you have to see him like this. he quickly covers his erection with the thin sheets that he’d pull from the mattress in despair, clutching the comforter.

you only laugh at his shame, getting off on that idiotic discombobulated look on his face.

he’s perplexed, but there’s a sense of curious excitement pumping in his blood. you remain silent, untying your bikini skillfully from behind, and letting it fall to the floor. the air is cold; frigid—arousing goosebumps the both of you can feel. his eyes remain inseparable from your bare skin, admiring your body as he gulps, thick adam’s apple being swallowed repeatedly in his throat.

“i think you um-dropped something.”

“whoops.”

you lower yourself on the bed, crawling to where he lay, as he quickly sat up—pushing his back against the bedframe; attempting to make as much distance as possible. your eyes trace down onto the growing bulge under the white sheets—how cute.

“why’d you stop touching yourself?”

arisu’s slightly irritated by your provoking comment. what’s the objective of asking him these inquires if you’re not going to help him?

he whines, “i wasn’t!”

your tone is condescending, dripping with lust, “there’s no denying it, c’mon.”

he’s retaliating back, frustrated and still so aroused under the thin sheets. “yeah…fine i was. okay?”

“nothing to be ashamed about”, you trail your hand to his face caressing his cheek , “you want me to help you?”

he inclined bashfully, "please." "that's not how you ask properly, is it?" his face flushed a bright fuchsia. heat burned his cheeks as he avoided your gaze, mumbling words he instantly regretted—but still wanted so badly. “please touch me m-mommy, please make me feel good.”

you gently kissed his pouty wet lips, “my good boy.”

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ʚɞ arisu ryohei is so infatuated with you, every single sense of even your imperfections bring pleasure into his life. even your smallest gestures made his heart race. like that, even while you’re doing relatively innocent things, his perverted mind won’t stop turning your little actions filthy.

ʚɞ arisu ryohei, who’s biggest unattainable dream is to be inside of you for eternity, who constantly desires a better universe where its only you and him in existence.

ʚɞ arisu ryohei, who peculiarly has an extremely high sex-drive for such an inexperienced man. he’s conceals it astoundingly, but it crumbles the moment you start teasing him. he can’t even maintain the facade in public, when you often gently touch his crotch to purposefully elicit a reaction—he’s feralllll. if he could take you exposed to everyone in public, he would.

ʚɞ which carries myself to my next statement; arisu is so discreetly possessive. he’s very much insecure because he’s wholeheartedly convinced you are completely out of his league. he’d clawed his way into your attention, inch by inch, so the idea of someone else drifting near you sends a sharp, possessive panic through him. he can’t help it—he watches everyone like a threat. his jealousy isn’t quiet—it claws at him, insistent and irrational. when you talk to anyone, even casually, he seethes—not at you, but at the person daring to speak to you. his jaw tightens until it aches as he stands off to the side, watching every move to make sure nothing goes wrong. he trusts you… but no one else. after what feels like an eternity, he corners you, demanding reassurance like a child, insisting that the conversation was nothing more than harmless friendship. it honestly feels like a clever excuse so you can kiss his forehead and pet his hair, repeating that your only his and not to overthink about it. arisu also utilizes it as a way to prove no man could ever get you off like how he does. it’s relatively true, only his body felt like it was tailored perfectly to yours. every inch, every single mark, every vein.

ʚɞ every inch of arisu is so exceptionally sensitive, and i truly mean every inch. when your hand gently caresses his dick and it twitches, ugh a perfect sight for sore eyes. he can’t last too long for that exact reason, but his stamina is immaculate for you. he’ll keep going and won’t stop until you’re satisfied and stuffed full with his thick cum, even when he’s overstimulated with tears cascading from his eyes. you’ll wipe his tears as he inquires if you’re proud of him for trying so hard to please your insatiable lust for him. he’s so pretty when he cries.

ʚɞ arisu ryohei’s fav position: mating press. he’s manhandling and folding you in half, taking initiative. he pushes your plush thighs so they’re practically touching your shoulders. you just look so breedable bent like that, your leaking precious hole on display for him and only him. the angle makes him hit deeper everytime, his thick tip bullying your abused cervix.

ʚɞ arisu ryohei is determined to know how to properly give oral. unfortunately his inexperience is an obstacle and a clear disadvantage, first time he requested to to go down on you—you laughed at him. so he requests advice from another experienced person who is so willing to teach him how to eat pussy.

when you originally took arisu’s surreal offer, nothing could have prepared you for the aftermath. you’re trembling, twitchy and overstimulated, your thighs ferociously shake around arisu’s ears. you should feel embarrassed, ashamed at the most. the two of them watching you like this—handling you like this— chishiya has one hand splayed on your belly, the other one fisted in arisu’s hair. he had his face delved between your thighs as he ate you out like a starved man.

chishiya’s smirking, getting off to this picture perfect scene, “mmm, arisu—she’s really enjoying herself right now”, he stares down at your writhing body, voice slow, smooth, condescendingly mocking you, “he’s making you feel good, isn’t he?”

your nodding without a second thought, so fucked out already. the brunette forcefully grips onto your thighs, adjusting them above his shoulders as he devours you. you’re scooting up on the bed away from it, the ecstasy being too overbearing. chishiya grabs you holding you in place, “c’mon don’t runaway from it now, take it baby.”

you’re whining, stomach twisting repeatedly into a large unforgiving knot. the blond tilted your chin down, forcing you to watch arisu tongue-fuck you. “suck her clit, she’s sensitive now”.

arisu submitted to his decree, and it felt like your soul was being ommitted from your body, “cumming—im ngh…cumming!” but before the either of you could possibly retaliate, chishiya pulls arisu off of you. ryohei’s lips are coated with your hot slick, soaked. his large brown iris peers up on you, a longing hungry look his in eyes.

chishiya sneers as a lewd idea floods his mind, “kiss her, arisu.” he listened to chishiya’s command immediately, subconscious without a second thought, making out with you. you can taste yourself in his warm mouth. and as he finally disconnects the kiss to catch a labored shaky breath, a solid string of saliva gets detached between your lips. it was prevalent that arisu had already came eating you, but he’s hard once again. you feel it pressing against your inner thigh.

he maneuvers your limp spent body on your hands and knees. arisu wraps a large calloused palm around your neck—as he carefully applies pressure to your tender flesh. he’s applying kisses to your shoulder blade, soothing your frayed nerves. as his other hand latches onto your hip; fingernails leaving soft red indents. his bulbous tip bumps your swollen clit repeatedly, before he enters with a solid thrust. you let out a wanton high-pitched cry, pussy failing to stretch to his abnormally large cock.

chishiya coos, witnessing the large prominent belly bulge. the blonde presses down on it, letting out a silent laugh as you start squirming. arisu’s dick drags upon your gummy walls brutally, hitting that spongy spot that made your eyes roll back repeatedly. ryohei is breathing into your ear, whispering serene praises to ensure you come back to earth.

you’re loud; almost screaming—and chishiya is fedup and nearly jaded from it. he inserts two of his long slender fingers into your mouth, in awe of the way you immediately suckle on them, muffling your sobs. the sensation of arisu gently choking you and chishiya’s fingers down your throat, you’re light headed from both the strangulation and asphyxiation. arisu groans hearing your attempts to take in all the sensations, kissing your earlobe, “doing such a good job for us.” it was fairly ironic that the most overprotective guy you personally know is so willing to share you, but you interpret it as him being mentored, all in good intention that you feel pleasure.

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ʚɞ arisu ryohei has a very weak pullout game let’s be honest. frequently will only cum deep in your womb, because he’s fascinated and so incredibly turned on by watching your sore pussy leak his seed upon his base where the sticky white ring forms. (his other biggest unattainable dream is possibly putting a baby in you one day, when living conditions hopefully return better.) although, if you request him to pullout his ideal spot is on your bare tits.

ʚɞ regarding that, arisu ryohei is a manwhore for titjobs. the concept of fucking your perfect breasts was so foreign yet equally alluring to him. doesn’t even matter the size, he just deems that your chest is beautiful. when laying down he utilizes it as a personal pillow, doubling down as a keen way to listen to your heart beat’s rhythm. also adores biting them and leaving purple marks upon the supple flesh. it’s by far his most favored part of your body, and maybe your thighs.

ʚɞ arisu ryohei is entirely duteous to you, loyalty like a dog. he lingers at your side, ready to follow without any hesitation. he’s so obedient to you and only you, request him for anything and he’s already bestowed it upon you and more, eager unhidden. he’s somewhat a pushover, but he’s assured you’re not taking advantage of his kindness. with you, his boundaries blur; you barely get two words out before he’s nodding, already committed to whatever you ask. he’s agreeing to any mission even if it consists of the extremes on the spectrum, if you want to try something new in bed, he’s already mentally preparing for the absurdity.

ʚɞ arisu ryohei is forever grateful that the borderlands bestowed you upon him, fulfilling his biggest dream. he’s praying and thanking the universe for your existence, and that your his.

a/n: i’m so sorry this took over a week to write i’ve been busy. i litr had to write this while getting my hair and nails done, deepest apologies for my stylist who prob read this w me. but i love torturing myself so i still wanna write more. interactions with this post are appreciated.

Chishiya

Oh he hates the idea of being in a game with you: What if it's a "1 survivor only" type of game? In borderlands before you came into his life, he was this stoic, "one must do everything in order to survive" type of guy. Don't get me wrong, he still gives off that energy from outside but now that you're here with him, he knows he'll sacrifice himself if it meant you were the one surviving. The others may not see this coming since he's not huge on PDA but he loves you and cares for you in his own way. He trusts your intellect and physicality enough to know that you'll make it alive in whatever game you're in -He might want Kuina to accompany you tho, just for safety measures- and plus, if you two are in a game and things go south for you where he's unable to save you, he'll never forgive himself for it. He seems like this "emotionless, nonchalant guy" but deep down he has learned to supress his emotions to be able to survive in this cruel world. So long story short: He thinks you'd be better on your own but if you were to play a game together and things start to get bad, he would sacrifice himself for you.

Karube

He would 100% want to participate the game with you. He thinks you'll be safer with him and he might not be wrong: Even though he might tend to act feverish in life or death situations, he's usually the one who puts people's thinking-caps on. He also has physical advantages. Even if things go south, he always wants to be by your side, to face the problem together. He is a protective guy and let's be real, you love him for it. You may go do different tasks in order to complete the game as a team but it doesn't matter, he always makes time to check up on you during the game. During these life-threatening situations, you see a different side of him and it makes you see him in a different light. It's not a negative thing: You see just how capable he is and how afraid he is of losing the ones he loves the most. And lastly, he would sacrifice himself for you in a heartbeat.

Ryuji

He is there, facing the challenges with you. He is a knowledgeable guy and even though he doesn't brag about it, he loves seeing you get fascinated by his ideas each time. He also knows that his chances of surviving some games depend on another person physically helping him: Even if you don't consider yourself that good physically, he mostly needs to know you're there to support him even if you don't lift a hand. So you two make a great duo. His obsession with learning the truth about the Borderlands and death gradually left its place to the love he has for you. He will not give up on his ideals but he will abandon his ideas of seeing the other side himself in order to be with you once you get back to your lives. He would die and kill for you but first he wants to live with you and for you.

Aguni-Kazuya

In my eyes they're the same person in different fonts so they'll have a shared hc!

He is with you until his last breath. No one can keep you away from him because he knows that he's physically the most capable one to protect you from harm. If you two are ever in a position where there's only one survivor, you will be the one surviving. That's it. No matter how much you'd protest, you will get to live. And you best believe, he'll make sure you both get to live and if he can't, he will 100% go down fighting: There's no giving up in his book. He usually intimidates other players with his appearance so you get an advantage and people think twice before making a wrong move in front of you both. He will do everything in his power to see you survive.

Arisu

He will want to be with you in every step of the way. He trusts his mind the most so he wouldn't want you to be anywhere else other than beside him. It is Arisu we're talking about so he will always find a way to make sure everybody in his team survives. When you're in a game and you don't know the rest of the people, you two try to earn others' trusts to ensure everybodies safety. If it ever comes to a situation where one of you has to live, it'll definitely be you, no questions asked. He always looks out for you and trusts you deeply therefore your ideas will always be heard. He can't bear the thought of losing you and If he had to choose who gets to die, rest assured it'll be a hundred times him. But again he's Arisu so you both survive one way or another and live happily ever after.

Author's Note: Hi babies, all the comments are appreciated so let me know what you thought about these hcs! And no unfortunately I will not accept the "Chishiya doesn't have emotions" narrative since it's clear he has them (in the show ver. at least). Hope you guys liked it and stay tuned because I have some aib fic ideas in mind <3