Newcomer's Luck
Pairing: Dark Suguru Niragi x (female) Reader
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
Female Reader
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Summary: You believed that the Beach was meant to be a safe haven from the games. Instead, you meet Niragi - a monster in disguise.
WARNINGS: Abuse/Violence; Noncon.
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The man with the open beach robe, Hatter as he introduced himself, smiles at you as an ill-humoured girl ties the pink bracelet to your wrist.
“I’m very happy to have a new addition to the Beach.” his words slur a bit as he taps your shoulder. He seems drunk. “I’m sure you’ll do amazing in serving us - and our glorious purpose.”
You look at him, concealing your distrust under a small tight-lipped smile. It’s too late to back out now. You heard what he said, loud and clear.
Death to the traitors.
“I’ll… try my best.”
A woman enters the room, head held high with her long black hair flowing behind her. She doesn’t spare you a single glance, zeroing on the leader instead.
“Aguni and his militants are here to see you.” she declares. “Something important, according to Niragi.”
Hatto sighs, before nodding.
“You can go now.” he dismisses you, motioning towards the door. “And once again, welcome to the Beach.”
“Thanks.”
As soon as you step out of the room, you come face to face with a group that looks nothing short of gangsters.
You dodge them, trying your best not to show your anxiety at the display of the guns and weapons hanging from their hands and shoulders.
The intimidating big guy at the center of it ignores you without even glancing at you, but the one on his left - a black-haired guy with a silver brow piercing and a scary rifle hiked up on his shoulder - takes his time checking you out with a low whistle.
You look away from him, finding Aira standing on the side of the hallway. You go to her as the guys finally enter the room.
The girl comes running the best she can with her high-heeled sandals, jumping up and down when she sees the pink bracelet on your hand.
“Now you’re totally a member of the Beach! Isn’t this place so cool? I told you being here was gonna be fun.” she excitedly squeaks, hooking her arm with yours and dragging you down the corridor.
“Just wait til you check out the pool, it’s so huge, you’re gonna love it.”
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The atmosphere is overwhelming, the repugnant combination of alcohol and pungent sweat building up in the crowded room.
Noise surrounds you from all sides and you wince when the music hikes up to a booming volume by whatever guy that claimed the DJ spot. You’re surprised you haven’t lost your hearing yet.
Aira, with staggered steps and a nearly empty vodka bottle, vanished a while ago. Once in a while, you catch a glance of her from where you’re standing near the wall.
She’s not exactly reliable, but you can’t blame her. She’s just another person trying to survive through the game’s insanity.
At least she’s having a blast in this place, drinking and dancing to her heart’s content, even if you can’t possibly comprehend how she - and all these people - can simply forget about the deadly games that you all have been forced to play just to survive.
Or maybe some mindless fun is exactly what they need to keep going in this new reality that has been forced upon you. You, on the other hand, just want to go back to the old world.
A deep sigh rumbles from your chest and you cross your arms around the torso to hide the exposed skin revealed by the ridiculously skimpy bikini Aira gave you.
The crowd erupts with a thunderous round of cheers, frantic and excited - the result of the nasty combination of alcohol and other substances. Shifting the weight from one leg to another, you sigh again.
As your eyes wander around the crowd one last time before you call it a night, they catch a guy staring at you.
A shiver runs down your spine upon the realization that he’s one of the guys you encountered earlier, when leaving Hatto’s office.
It’s the one that whistled at you. The one with the shiny piercing decorating his brow. Standing on a corner of the room, a part of his black hair caught up in a hairstyle. Looking as menacing as the gun that leans against his shoulder.
He maintains eye contact, disturbing and insistent, while his pierced tongue slides out provocatively licking his lips. Gross.
Looking away from him, you push yourself from the wall, walking towards the door without looking back. You barely make it halfway there before you get pulled back, arm twisted back.
Even if you didn’t look at him, you’d know who grabbed you. Guys like him tend to be pushy.
“Aren’t you the new girl? That’s a nice bikini.” you bite your lip when he pushes you back to the wall with a harsh movement, caging you with his body.
You realize almost immediately that you’re on your own as soon as the people around you rush to walk away, fear plastered in their faces.
From up close, he’s even scarier, a deranged glint shining in his dark eyes. You try to slip your arm from his hold, forcing yourself to keep calm.
“Can you please let go of me?”
“Don’t think so.” he grins like a hungry shark, and you barely hold back a whimper when his fingers tighten up around your flesh to the point of aching. “I’m Niragi, by the way. And your name is …?”
Your hesitation only lasts a brief moment before revealing your name to him. There’s no use hiding it, anyways. He repeats it, savouring the word like it’s something delicious.
Niragi dives in and it’s only by a fraction of a second that you’re able to turn your face to the side, avoiding his lips from touching yours.
“Playing hard to get?” his voice deepens, hot breath fanning over your cheek. “Fuck, I like that. It makes me hard.”
You shut your eyes close, tears burning behind your eyelids as you struggle to keep them at bay.
Your stomach churns wildly when he licks your cheek, dragging his pierced tongue across your skin, leaving a trail of repulsive moisture behind.
“Hm, I’m gonna have so much fun with you.” he hums, wicked amusement coating his voice. “And I really wanna–”
“Niragi.” a masculine voice drifts from behind him, bored and blank. “Aguni has called.”
Niragi groans, reluctantly parting from your cheek. “Ugh, boss has such bad timing.”
You tremble, shakily opening your watery eyes at the chance of getting away from him. Niragi seems to come to the same realization and he chuckles darkly, face still hovering over yours.
“Don’t worry. I won’t forget about you.” his threatening promise has you paralyzed.
You still don’t look at him, head ducked down and eyes fixed on the ground as he swipes his tongue over your cheek one last time before he walks away.
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The walk to your room is arduous enough, tears threatening to break your composure, legs shaking so much that you almost fall to the ground a few times. People stare at you, wide-eyed and concerned yet no one dares to talk to you. No one is willing to get burned in the crossfire of Niragi’s temper.
The lock of the bedroom is broken, like all rooms, so you settle for simply closing the door before pushing a chair against it. It won’t do much - you’re certain of that - the weak wood won’t hold much against a man’s strength, but there’s nothing else you can do.
You enter the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Tears burst, knees pushing you to the ground.
You feel dirty. Gross. Soiled from Niragi’s touch.
You want to go home so badly. To lock yourself in the safety of your room, to hide underneath the comfort of your blankets. A place where Niragi - or the cruel games - can’t affect you.
For the first time since you joined the games, you wonder if dying is actually that bad.
🎇
You hear him coming before you see him.
The carefree whistling gets louder at each step he takes. The door is kicked open, chair thrown to the side as Niragi barges inside your room.
You stay frozen in the same position you’ve spent the past hours on, the cold of the bathtub seeping through your skin as your heart races.
Fear fills your veins as Niragi loudly yells something that gets muffled down by the walls, the sounds of him trashing the room in his search for you.
You feel so trapped, conflicted between fighting or just letting it happen. Physical strength has never been your strongest suit and participating in the games hasn’t changed so.
Either way, it’s almost a given fact that Niragi will get what he wants. You feel that.
It takes less than a moment for him to realize where your hiding spot is. He kicks down the door, a vile grin growing wide on his face at finding you cowering inside the bathtub.
Niragi’s deranged laughter fills the small space, making your skin crawl.
“Well, well, well - look at what I found here. A pretty girl.”
That’s all it takes for the dam behind your eyes to burst, tears overflowing once again. A mocking smile decorates Niragi’s face as he heads towards you, only taking a quick moment to drop his gun in the sink.
“You scared?” he asks, ripping the shower curtain to the side as steps into the empty tub.
Your discomfort flares up when Niragi bends down, seizing your chin up with harsh fingers. His tongue flattens out against your cheek, licking clean the tears that won’t stop coming.
“Your skin is so soft. Delicious.”
He grunts, slurping noisily, taking his time as the wet muscle licks every inch of your cheek, your neck, until it reaches the valley between your chest. His fingers seize at your chest, kneading a boob with unnecessary strength.
Oh god, no.
“Get off me!”
Your scream catches both of you by surprise and before you can even realize, your knee shoots up. Niragi’s wail echoes through the walls as his groin gets kicked as his body slumps forward against you.
“You bitch!”
There’s no time to waste as you hurriedly push the man to the side, directing another kick his way.
It’s not enough to lose Niragi though as he comes right after you, tripping on his way out of the tub. His hand grabs your ankle, sending you face down to the floor. “Come back here, you little bitch!”
You cry out pain when your shoulder harshly bumps against the cold tiles but there’s no stopping for you, fueled by adrenaline that runs through your body.
Even as you kick at him with your spare foot, hands flaying to scratch him, Niragi doesn't budge—his grasp on your ankle is far too strong to slip.
You scream, raw and pitiful, body wildly thrashing around as Niragi starts tugging your ankle towards him.
“You wanna play? Let’s play then.” Niragi growls, the tent in his black pants visibly growing at your panic. Bastard.
Fear suffocates you like an octopus, wrapping its tentacles around you till you can’t even breathe properly. Your efforts are fruitless, pathetic, as Nigari overpowers you within short minutes, unbothered by your screaming and struggling.
He laughs like a demon, legs on each side of your body, trapping you against the bathroom tiles as the energy starts draining from your limbs.
“You’re so weak.” Niragi mocks, lips curling arrogantly. “Pathetically weak. Never really stood a chance against me, did you?”
Tears slip from the corners of your eyes as both of your wrists get seized up by his hand, the other one working on his pants.
You beg. “Please, don’t do this…”
He snarls like an animal.
“Oh, but I am gonna do this. Why would I stop now?”
The sound of the metal zipper opening is daunting and you shut your eyes closed, hoping to just dissociate from reality. It won’t work though, a small voice in the back of your mind warns you.
“Why would I stop now that I got you right where I want? On the ground. Helpless. Ready to be fucked.”
Your shorts and bikini bottoms are the next, ripped out from your body, leaving you chillingly exposed to him. Niragi doesn’t waste time slotting his legs between yours before you get the chance to try to close them.
“See, you never stood a chance against me. I always get what I want.”
His body pushes down on you, his weight suffocating you as he gets in position. His cock brushes against your inner thigh before Niragi guides himself inside you, insistently pushing against your opening.
Your shriek gets drowned by his groan as he impales you in a single motion, throwing his head back with pleasure at the painfully tight fit.
Before you can even form a single thought, Niragi is already setting up a harsh pace. Wails escape from your lips as he fucks you, violently and without mercy, bruising your walls.
Niragi laughs at you, relishing your powerless figure as he chases his high.
He was right, after all.
Niragi did get what he wanted.
