#ikeno

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'i'll only stop once you find me a vaccine card, get me?' ikeno said, threateningly. you didn't want to admit it, but you honestly didn't want him to stop. after turning him into a zombie during a recent round, he cornered you while everyone else was talking strategy. not that you'd let him see but, you'd been eyeing him the whole game. his threats turned into actions, and your desire turned into playing along. him pushing you into the bathroom between every round, pretending to resist — when really, this is all you wanted.

pushed up against the cold tile wall, wrists restrained by his hands — drilling you from behind as he kept making threats that only made you want more. if he knew you liked it though, he'd stop and find someone else to get a vaccine card from. you knew he wanted to feel like he was in control, he had everyone else in the game following his system — why wouldn't you?

'okok ill, ill get you the card next round i swear' you panted, acting so helpless as always. 'you sure? cuz that's what you've said everytime. starting to think you like being fucked like this' he replied, only increasing his pace. your legs growing weaker every thrust, especially tired from your previous activities. thankfully wearing pants in this game, other players couldn't see the constant flow of ikenos seed dripping from between your thighs. his stamina definitely shocked you.

'i promise, i promise ill get it! and if i don't, you can do whatever you want to me- even after we leave the game!' you attempted to tell him what he wanted to hear, not sure what he'd respond with. 'pff, who're you to decide what happens? i might not even want you after this game.' he replied. your heart was racing, everything he said only turned you on more. 'fuck! please. you feel, s'good!' you whined out, legs shaking from the endless pleasure he supplied.

'you're such a fucking slut' he struggled to say, reaching his fourth high of the day. emptying another hot load inside you, you moaned out in ecstasy. attempting to grip onto the wall for support, feeling your legs about to give up on you. ikenos sounds were heavy breathing with some pretty broken whines, and hearing them made you grind back on him for more. hearing him sigh, 'fucken freak' feeling him pull out abruptly, leaving you to collapse on the bathroom floor.

Kazuya is forced to project control and authority in the games, making intimacy an intense transaction of dominance to protect himself from vulnerability.

His preferred position is Missionary.

Kazuya prefers it because it allows him complete sight of you: your expressions, your vulnerability, and the pleasure only he can give you. The sensation it produces for him is one of absolute physical control that disguises the emotional connection that terrifies him.

He uses his weight and the firmness of his movements to immobilize you... this act is a safety measure to keep his own emotional barriers up, fearing that a moment of weakness might make him lose control over himself and end up uttering those forbidden words. His dark eyes never leave your face, seeking the reflection of the passion he refuses to name.

While his penetrations are decisive and firm, his voice is a low, possessive murmur, very close to your ear. His words affect you, though you would never tell him, serving as an affirmation of ownership that conceals a deeper feeling.

“Look me in the eyes” he will order with fierce intensity, his hot breath against your jaw. “You are mine. I’m the one giving you all of this. Don't forget it.”

The man gives you the most intense pleasure as an act of desperation in this world without rules, hoping the physical bond he creates is sufficient for you to survive and stay by his side.

Banda Sunato:

The dynamic you have with Banda is that of stalker and victim, where intimacy is another form of psychological torture and confinement, reflecting his cold and manipulative nature. His preferred position is Spooning, entering from behind and cradling you in a way that makes you feel completely trapped.

Banda chooses it because it provides him with a feeling of total confinement and psychological control. He keeps you prisoner between the wall and his slender but iron-hard body, your back against his chest, preventing you from seeing his expression.

This forces you to feel his breath on your neck, while he can whisper directly into your ear, making his twisted voice resonate in your mind. For him, it is a pleasure to break your will while giving you what appears to be a hug.

In the middle of the act, he will use his ability to manipulate, not to praise, but to degrade and remind you how vulnerable you are, seeking your desperation.

“Do you like it?” he will ask in his soft, false tone. “Don’t worry. Youre mine, and I’ll make you feel good until you confess it. Confess that you only want me, and maybe I will think about letting you go.”

Ryuji: Matsuyama

Ryuji and you maintain a friends-with-benefits relationship within the Borderland survival team. Although he is reserved, you are each other's emotional anchor. His favorite position is Cowgirl, where you ride him.

Ryuji prefers it because it is the only moment where he allows himself to release obsessive control over everything and simply feel. This position allows him to observe and actively participate in the passion, maintaining eye contact and the possibility of talking or kissing you. He uses the strength of his notably muscular upper body, not to direct your hips, but to hold you with a desperate firmness, his hands gripping your waist, communicating an intense need that his voice would never admit.

The sensation he experiences is vulnerability and emotional connection; it is the only time he allows himself the luxury of forgetting logic.

“You’re the only real thing right now. Kiss me” he will say in his usually serious voice, now tense with pleasure.

Nobu:

Your relationship with Nobu is one of boyfriend and girlfriend, based on intense and fragile emotional dependence. He lives with a constant fear of abandonment, so his favorite position is any that guarantees maximum contact and the certainty that you will not leave, such as sitting face-to-face with your legs wrapped around his waist.

Nobu needs this position because it provides him with a feeling of extreme intimacy and constant reassurance. He must see your eyes, your face, and have your arms around his neck to believe that you are truly there with him. Intimacy for Nobu is not pleasure, but the temporary abolition of his fear.

His movements are often uncertain, but desperate; his voice is full of gratitude and palpable need.

“Y/N, dont go. Look at me, please,” he will plead in his nervous voice, clinging to you. “Just tell me you won’t leave, okay? I can't... I can't bear this without you. You're the only thing I have.”

Ikeno:

Ikeno and you are teammates, with him being the leader and you a subordinate he uses for his pleasure. His favorite position is the one that allows him total objectification and physical dominance: Doggy Style.

Ikeno chooses it because it produces a feeling of raw domination and heightened ego. He doesn't need visual connection or intimacy, he just needs proof of his power over you. This position is inherently dehumanizing, and the fact that he doesn't have to see your face while possessing you is an extra point for his cruel personality.

His words are always of arrogant degradation, seeking to remind you of his status and how little you are worth without him.

“Hold still and do your part,” he will order with a cynical smile, his voice loud and clear. “Remember Im only using you for my own satisfaction. In this world, only winners matter, and you kneel before one. So don’t complain.”

Aguni:

Your relationship with Aguni is marked by the intensity of his trauma and his struggle for control in Borderland. Outside of the games, he is a tough man who converts all his emotions into rage, but intimacy is the only place where his military facade breaks. His internal pain over the death of his best friend has left him emotionally closed off and unable to trust.

His favorite position is Spooning.

Aguni prefers it because it allows him to experience a physical security he rarely feels, without the vulnerability of eye contact. The position gives him a sense of protection by surrounding you with his large, muscular body, as if the strength of his arms could contain the chaos consuming him. He uses you as his anchor, a physical object that reminds him he is not completely alone.

His movements are slow at first, almost a relief more than a pleasure, but they become fierce and desperate as the need to feel you overwhelms him. His voice is deep and demanding, but what he says is a plea.

“Dont move. Just... stay like that,” he will hug you with a strength that takes your breath away. “Just feel me and stay here.”

Arisu:

Arisu, the intelligent and compassionate player, is constantly tormented by guilt for the friends he couldn't save. For him, intimacy is a desperate attempt to connect... to prove that goodness and real feelings still exist.

His favorite position is Missionary.

Arisu chooses it because it allows him total vision. He desperately needs uninterrupted eye contact to confirm that you are real, present, and not another victim he will be responsible for. Intimacy becomes a forced therapy for his pain and depression, he has to see your pleasure to justify his survival.

His movements are hesitant and full of fear of hurting you at first, but they become stronger and rhythmic when he sees joy on your face, as if he is solving an emotional survival game. His voice is an intense whisper that asks for reassurance.

“Look at me, please. I need to know this is happening, say my name... tell me I’m doing this right. Are you okay? Dont lie to me.”

Chishiya:

Chishiya is the cynical genius of logic, the manipulator who sees people as variables in an experiment. His profession as a disillusioned doctor makes him incapable of emotional attachment. For him, sex is a clean, calculated exchange of pleasure.

Therefore, his favorite position is Sixty-Nine.

Chishiya prefers it because it is the most logical solution to intimacy: it is perfectly symmetrical and efficient. Both receive pleasure with the minimum emotional investment and without the vulnerability of eye contact.

It is a transactional act that avoids the messiness of feelings, something he despises. He enjoys the absence of hierarchy in that moment, because at the end of the day, everyone is alone.

His movements are precise, technical, and analytical. He seems to enjoy the act as if he were studying a chemical reaction. His voice is condescending, and his dialogue is as if he is explaining the rules of a game.

“I love this position, it’s an efficient solution. Don’t you find it fascinating how we can satisfy each other equally? Now focus, or I'll get bored.”

Niragi:

Niragi is a volatile and aggressive man, whose abuse of power in Borderland is a direct response to the bullying and lack of status he suffered in the real world. Intimacy is for him the absolute validation that he is now strong and dangerous.

Therefore, his favorite position is Doggy Style.

Niragi chooses it because it provides him raw dominance and a complete objectification of your body. It is the position that most directly satisfies his hunger for power and allows him to unleash his aggression without limits. He doesn't need to see your face; he just needs to know that you submit to his will and that you are his.

His movements are violent and unrestrained, driven by repressed rage. It is not about your pleasure, but about releasing his own through intimidation and pain. His voice is full of degradation and commands.

“Look how you shake beneath me, bitch! You’re pathetic. Now scream my name... loud, so they hear you!”

Tatta:

Tatta is, by nature, friendly and calm, but he carries a heavy psychological burden for having caused permanent harm to his coworker. Intimacy is an act of service and a constant apology.

His favorite position is Classic Missionary.

Tatta prefers it because it is the most tender and safest position. Being dominant in the act, he feels the responsibility not to cause harm. He must see your face to confirm that you are safe and comfortable. His pleasure is directly linked to the absence of pain and the presence of joy in your expression, which momentarily absolves him of his guilt.

His movements are hesitant and excessively gentle at first, full of a palpable fear of hurting you, and he apologizes instinctively. His voice is sweet and anxious for your well-being.

“Am I going too fast? Please let me know if I hurt you. I just want you to feel good. You're the only good thing in this place... I swear I’m going to take care of you.”

Tetsu:

Tetsu is an emotional, temperamental, and decisive man who, despite his issues, proves to be brave and protective of his friends. His history suggests a deep dissatisfaction with his own control in life.

His favorite position is Reverse Cowgirl.

Tetsu chooses it because it allows him to cede all control. In this position, the fear of making mistakes dissolves, as you set the rhythm and depth. He can simply observe and admire you, concentrating on the joy of being the recipient of your pleasure without the pressure of being the executor of it. It is the only place where he doesn't have to be the leader or the protector.

His movements are minimal and limited to holding you. He is completely submissive to the rhythm you impose on him. His voice is rough and emotional, but focused on praising you and surrendering to your dominance.

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You tried your hardest not to let your eyes roam, you really tried. But it’s like you could feel Ikeno’s eyes burning into your skull. His eyes were locked onto you, tongue clicking at the bottom of his mouth with his arms crossed aggressively.

The group in the far distance of the other side of the room was busy plotting on how to get rid of all of the zombies, and even when you tried to hide it, you couldn’t keep it a secret from your boyfriend. You just couldn’t— not when it risked both of your lives. But it seemed even telling him was a mistake, because instead of seeking to protect you, he walked off, hands shoved in pockets, not sparing you a second glance.

“[Name], do you think you could turn someone into a zombie?” The boy in the blue jacket, who you had learned was named ‘Nobuaki’ shook you from your thoughts. You whipped your head to the right, looking at him before pursing your lips in frustration. All you could do was shake your head.

“That’s alright, just try your best, okay?” His hand rested atop your shoulder, looking to comfort you, since he could tell your body was tense.

You and Ikeno were never too open about your relationship, preferring to keep it between close friends and family. Even back home, a lot of your friends would claim he was selfish, didn’t care for anyone but himself. And even if they were right, you looked past it.

“Mhm. I know, thanks, Nobu.” You flash him a forced smile the best you could, and he returns it with a cheeky grin. Out of your peripheral vision, you could’ve sworn you saw Ikeno’s eyes roll so far into the back of his head, he would’ve gotten a headache.

Before you could speak another word, another round had already begun, you guys had a plan to begin turning as many people as possible into zombies to become the winning team— but it’s not like you could get Ikeno to become one.

You don’t think he’d use a shotgun card on you, but the fear still lingered in your mind an uncomfortable amount. Luckily, for you, it didn’t seem like anyone else besides your group, and Ikeno, knew about you being a zombie. So, the chances of getting a shotgun card were slim. You’d have to thank him for at least keeping it a secret for you. But, you couldn’t be too safe.

You tapped Natsu’s shoulder, another person in your group alongside a few others to carry out your plan. She willingly let you turn her into a zombie, and it seemed like all was going well.

“Thanks, [Name]… we just need a few more people to be a part of the zombies team without knowing we’re a zombie.” She lightly rubbed your shoulder, small particles of dust flying off of your blood-stained shirt.

You waited patiently for the round to end in its entirety, and you knew nobody in your group was going to look to save Ikeno— so, even though anxiety overshadowed every other emotion coursing through your body, you had to be the one to turn him into a zombie. Maybe… if he just knew about what you guys were looking to do, he’d comply.

With most everyone else’s game coming to a close, you wandered around in a panicked state, searching for any sign of your boyfriend.

His familiar curly hair stuck out among all others, and you rushed up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. “Ikeno! Listen… there’s— there’s not a lot of time until the next round starts… I—“ You stumbled over your words, out of breath from sprinting around the large game arena. Nobody was around, so you wanted to take this opportunity to at least try and explain to him.

He let out a loud sigh, shoving you off of him before turning around to get a look at you in full. You attempted to reach out for his hand, looking to grasp at any part of him you could, but he kept his eyes looking anywhere but you.

When your struggle to get him to listen began to die down, he finally let his eyes lock back onto your own.

“You wanna fuck that guy?” He asks, bluntly, catching you off guard from your former attempt to shake some sense into him.

“…What?”

“That guy. The one you were talking to. I saw the way he touched you, the way you looked at him. You wanna fuck him, don’t you?”

You scoffed in disbelief, shaking your head, and trying to get back onto the previous topic. “What, Nobu? God, Ikeno, we don’t have time for this… obviously not— but I really need you to listen to me. We’re really close to being the winning team, just let me turn you into a zombie, please. We can win together.”

He cocked an eyebrow, taking a step forward cautiously. Maybe you piqued his interest, or maybe another dumb idea popped into his dumb head. Your relief was evident as you noticed his more calm body language.

“That so?” He asked, a smirk forming on the corners of his lips.

You nodded.

“And when we win, are you gonna go run off with that little fucker? Huh?” His arms crossed, clearly being more petty about your interaction with Nobu rather than the fact you were a zombie.

“Oh my god, Ikeno. You’re so goddamn annoying sometimes.” You go to lay a hand on his forearm, but he grips your wrist with extreme force, making your movements stop instantaneously.

“Okay. I’ll go along with your stupid plan. But let me prove to you how much better I am than him, yeah?” He starts to close the distance between you two, faces now just inches apart. He leans over, as if trying to make you feel fragile compared to him.

“Excuse me?” You tried to back up, but he just kept leaning in closer. He rested a hand underneath your chin and tilted it up to trap you in a soft kiss.

When your lips parted, you almost cracked up laughing. “Ikeno, we can’t do this now. Too many people are here, besides the next round—“

“Fuck everyone else. Fuck this stupid game. You said it yourself, we’ll both win if you have me to add to your team, right?”

You paused, letting his words dance into the air. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, and your breath quickened.

He let out a soft chuckle, moving his hand from under your chin to your cheek, and he used his free arm to pull you in closer to him by your waist. Your lips met again, but less soft this time.

It was more demanding, like he was taking what he wanted. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, but before you could even open your own lips, he shoved his tongue in, not waiting for compliance.

You whimpered softly against his lips, and you could just feel the sly smile that stretched along his face.

“We’ll make it quick, when the next round starts you can turn me into a fucking zombie, alright? Just… wanna do this, first.”

The air between the two of you grew hot, and passionate. At this point, you didn’t even care if someone stepped in right now… or maybe you were just too caught in the moment to even notice or think about what the others would see if they did.

“Ikeno—“ He smashed his lips against yours harshly, drawing a soft noise from your throat. Between kisses and crashes of his tongue against yours he spoke to you, voice lower than you’ve ever heard it before.

“Don’t want that fucker around you again. You’re mine. Doesn’t he understand that?” His hands traveled lower, hate and jealousy in all that he touched, spit basically a curse to every other who wanted you.

In a way, Ikeno wanted someone to walk in. He wanted someone to see you like this, wanted it so badly to be Nobu. He couldn’t stand the jealousy that clouded his mind, it made him feel vulnerable.

The next round had started— indicated by the speakers that played every time one had ended, and begun again.

“Ikeno… the round…”

He slammed your hips against one of the free tables, tossing his cards across the surface. His hands were unwavering, squeezing every single thing he could.

“Relax. We’re partners now, right? Perfect. You can carry out that zombie team trick on me. Now just shut the fuck up, I won’t make it too long.”

His words made your back arch against the cold feeling of the table beneath you, his hands lifting up and wrinkling bundles of your clothes. He was quick to frantically move his hands to unbutton your jeans, earning another sweet sound from you.

“Hah… fucking whore. Should mark you up for even letting another guy breathe the same air as you. Especially one as pathetic as him. Desperate for some dick, are you?”

You whined, hands grasping at his hair while he pulled down the harsh fabric of your pants. You could feel his cock straining against his own, occasionally moving against you for some friction— maybe a way to keep him just a tad more sane while he teased you.

He rubbed his fingers against your clothed cunt, trying to savor the moment as best he could. His breath got progressively heavier and his own desperation for you started to take over.

“God, if only we had more time. I’d tease this pretty pussy for hours upon hours…” His voice was hoarse, a moan eliciting from the man. Your own whimpers were covered by your hand slapped over your mouth.

He pushed your underwear to the side and began to move his fingers on your wet core.

“Mmh… fucking slut. Wanted this the whole time? Wanted to piss me off like that so I could show you who’s in charge? Yeah?”

His words spat out like venom, and it seemed he still had a tinge of pettiness in him since he plunged two fingers inside of you without another word.

A noise reminiscent of a scream escaped your throat, and you were quick to bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Your eyes crossed, as Ikeno rapidly pushed his fingers in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

“Dumb bitch. Should really know your place.” He used his left arm to steady himself against the table, and when your head tilted to the side, embarrassed by how little you had on— he gripped your face tightly, forcing you to look at him.

“Nuh-uh. Keep your goddamn eyes on me.” His fingers sped up, a groan from him piercing through the air at how slick you were, the sound swallowing the room whole.

“Yeah, you like it when I take control over you like this. Pathetic.”

You hated how much his words got you going, the wetness seeping out onto the edge of the table, and a familiar knot in your stomach arose at the sensation.

“Ikeno— please…” You tried to speak, your mind fogged and clouded by pleasure.

“Please what? Gotta use your words like a good bitch.” Ikeno’s snarky smile was plastered onto his face, eyes entranced by your glistening slick.

“Please… lemee—“ He cut you off with a ‘tsk’ and pulled his fingers out of you.

You whined loudly, which prompted Ikeno to shove two of his fingers into your mouth to shut you up.

“Mm… I dunno… you’ve been a disgusting little thing recently, haven’t you?”

Through the muffle of his hand you tried to speak, “The round… Ikeno! Just… please, let me…”

He could only laugh at you, almost mocking you, and you felt humiliated.

“Eager thing, hm? Too bad I like having you this way. Maybe a couple extra minutes wouldn’t hurt, would it?” He chuckled at himself, unbuckling his belt and letting it drop to the floor.

“Guess you’re still focused on this dumb fucking game instead of me. Forget who you’re dealing with, whore?” He placed his tip and aligned it with your entrance, you were muttering out incoherent phrases about what an asshole he was.

“Yeah, uh-huh. Guess I gotta fuck you ‘till you can’t think about anything but me.”

He shoved himself into you, both of you moaning in unison at the feeling. Ikeno’s breath staggered, a short laugh following afterward. God, the feeling, god… it was all too much. You attempted to speak, but your words were cut short by another harsh thrust from him.

“Sluts don’t speak unless they’re asked to. Learn a thing or two.” His hips snapped into you again, then again… then again. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and it seemed Ikeno was too focused on the pleasure to even try and get you to look at him again.

“God— shit… could that idiot… fuck you as good as I do?” Groans escaped him, and you just sat there and took it, pleads and whimpers only egging him on further.

His cock twitched inside of you with every noise you made, allowing for more pleasure to guide you towards that release you so desperately needed. You could feel yourself getting closer as his dick violently rammed into you.

“Ikeno… c’mon.” At that, he looked up at you, and smiled. He slowed his movements until he came to a complete halt inside of you.

You wanted nothing more than to smack him across the chest for getting you so close like that again, and then leaving you that way. But you knew if you did, he’d only keep edging you until you completely broke. So, you settled for trying to push yourself back onto him, causing him to grab your hips in a bruising grip.

“Beg.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Beg.”

At this point you were far too deep in to go back, and you knew if Ikeno kept dragging this on, you’d probably see your boyfriend get shot through the head with a laser if you didn’t hurry. So, even though you wished you had more time for this…

“Please.”

“Hm? Didn’t catch that. Speak up for me, cumslut.”

“Please, Ikeno, please! Need to cum, please…”

“Thaaaat’s a good bitch.”

And just like that, he started to thrust into you again, slow, at first… but then picked up the speed.

“See what happens when you obey me?” He ran his fingers through your hair while your moans echoed into the room. He muttered a few more swear words against your neck while kissing it roughly. Not enough to leave a hickey, but enough to remind you who you belonged to.

“God… gonna fuck every last drop into you. Maybe when that ‘Nobu’ motherfucker sees your stomach round with my baby… he’ll fuck right off. How’s that sound?”

He groaned into your ear, and you gripped his hair tightly while the soft strands fell atop his forehead. His sweat almost dripped onto you with how hot the air had now become.

“Please… please…” You continued to plead for him, his hips stuttering like your words were some sort of switch for him in his brain.

The knot in your stomach grew and grew, and you brought your hand up to your mouth to bite on it.

“Mhm… mine… forever, mine.” His cock hit that sweet spot inside of you, making your back arch off of the table once more, and you pulled and grasped at pieces of his clothing for support.

“Awh, right there, baby?” His tongue fell out of his mouth like he was focused on getting you there, and he then felt himself slipping closer towards his release.

“Make sure this message reaches that little shit, Nobu. When this round ends go off to him and tell him what a good time you had with your boyfriend.”

Maybe it was the way he said it, maybe it was how possessive he was being, you don’t know, but it set off something inside of you that caused you to finish just like that.

He laughed at you, but hunched over in pleasure while his own high was quick approaching. You could hardly think now, wrapping your arms around his neck to try and help him reach his point.

He let out a guttural groan while spilling himself inside of you. His smile grew back onto his face while his curly hair covered his eyes from how messy it got. He pulled out of you, looking down to see his cum leaking out of you. You laid against the table, chest rising up and down with harsh breaths.

He was quick to pull his pants back up, fumbling with the belt, and he looked back up at you, who lay still.

“Hey, don’t think we got much time left. Turn me into a zombie before the next round…” He helped you steady yourself, and adjusted your clothes to get back on you properly. He walked you over to the chair on the opposite side of where he’d be sitting and helped you settle into it.

He picked up his cards and flashed you a cheeky grin like he was waiting for you to put your cards down.

“If that asshole tries anything, might have to do that in front of him next time.”

“IKENO!”

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