#niragi smut

When niragi said he wanted to try something new, this is not what you had in mind. “Stay still,” he murmurs, voice low and edged like a blade. “I want to try something.” You barely get a breath in before something cold touches your throat.

Ice.

A single cube, pinched between his fingers, gliding just beneath your jawline. The shock of cold makes your spine jolt, a tiny gasp slipping out before you can swallow it back. Niragi grins like he’s been waiting for that sound.

“Sensitive, huh?” he teases, tracing the ice slowly down the line of your neck. “Good.” The cube melts against your skin, leaving a thin, trembling trail. He follows it with his mouth, heat replacing cold, breath ghosting over every place the ice touched. His lips stop at your neck, lingering there, tasting the melted mess he created.

His free hand presses to your hip—firm, possessive, pulling you closer until your bodies nearly touch. “Let’s see how much colder you can handle,” he whispers. You feel the next piece of ice drag along your collarbone, then down, slow, Niragi watching your reactions like he’s memorizing every twitch, every breath, every place your body gives you away. “You look good like this,” he says, voice dropping even lower. “All worked up from something so simple.”

The ice slips lower.

His mouth follows.

Your knees nearly buckle.

“Aw..poor baby gonna cry?” He teases, forcing a whine from your throat. “What? Can’t handle a little cold?” He smirks. He presses the ice cube against your swollen clit through your panties, making you fall forward.

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You were his only friend.

You shared your lunch. Helped him when someone slashed his bag open. Laughed at his weird jokes.

You didn’t treat him like he was strange.

And that’s why he never forgot you.

Niragi was strange. Quiet. Angry. Explosive, sometimes. But with you… he softened.

There was something delicate in him. Some kind of untrained kindness. A raw, unspoken care.

He never said it out loud, but you knew.

He loved you.

He just didn’t know how to hold it.

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But the world doesn’t forgive broken boys.

And he broke more each year.

Until he vanished from your life altogether.

You never found out what happened to him.

Not until you woke up in that world.

Borderland.

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The days there passed like knives.

You survived. The games. The silence. The screams.

But nothing hurt more than the night it happened at the Beach.

That’s when you saw him again.

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You were coming down the stairs, body bruised and aching after another near-death mission, when you heard a bang. Laughter. A gunshot.

And then he appeared.

At the top of the stairs.

Gun in hand.

That same wild smirk. That same dead look in his eyes.

He was tanned too much, thin, covered in scars and tattoos.

But it was him.

“Suguru…?”

He paused, confused. Then stunned.

“...Y/N?”

Silence.

Then something flickered behind his eyes. Something old. Something real.

He stepped down the stairs slowly, eyes locked on yours like you were a ghost.

“I don’t believe it. You’re here… You actually survived this long.”

“I— I thought you were dead,” you whispered, your heart in your throat.

“I did die,” he said with a dry chuckle. “And then I became this.”

You wanted to run to him. Hug him. Ask where the hell he had been, what happened.

But he looked at you like he didn’t remember how to reach for anything.

“You… changed.”

“Everyone changes, Y/N. The difference is I stopped pretending.”

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In the days that followed, Niragi watched you from afar.

Always in the shadows. Always quiet.

But never far.

It was like he was trying to see if you were still real.

Or if you’d disappear again.

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Then came that night.

The Beach was its usual chaos — music, bodies, drunken laughter.

You were alone in the hallway, walking back to your room, when he appeared.

He stopped in front of you. Eyes sharp. Breath shallow.

“Come with me.”

You didn’t ask where. You just followed.

He led you to one of the empty rooms, locked the door, and stood in silence for long seconds.

Then—

“Do you still see me the way you used to?”

Your breath hitched.

“What do you mean?”

“As some… good guy. A pathetic nerd you thought you could fix.”

“I never wanted to fix you, Suguru. I just liked you. For who you were.”

“Were,” he echoed, laughing bitterly. “But I’m not that guy anymore.”

He stepped closer. His body almost flush against yours.

“You wanna know what I am now?”

Your pulse jumped.

“I’m a monster. A bastard. A sick fuck who loves watching people beg for me.”

His eyes were ablaze with something unholy.

“And still… you look at me like before.”

“Because I know you’re still you.”

He laughed.

“Then prove it. Show me you can take what I am now.”

Your back hits the mattress hard.

It’s one of the many empty guest rooms at the Beach. The lock clicks behind him, and Niragi doesn’t say another word.

He’s pacing.

Staring at you like a predator sizing up prey.

But you’re not scared.

You should be.

He has a gun. He has scars. He has that dead, dangerous look in his eyes.

But you see something else.

You see Suguru.

Or at least what’s left of him.

“You’re still looking at me like I’m worth something,” he growls, voice rough, walking toward the bed. “Even after all this.”

“I told you,” you breathe, “I know who you are.”

“No. You think you do.”

He yanks his belt loose, the sound sharp and deliberate. You shiver.

“You don’t know shit about what I’ve become, Y/N.”

His boots hit the floor. Jacket falls. His gun clatters on the nightstand — not because he won’t use it. Just because he doesn’t need it for this.

He kneels between your legs.

And smirks.

“Take your clothes off. Slowly.”

You hesitate. He tilts his head.

“I said—”

You obey.

Your fingers tremble as you pull your top over your head, expose your chest. His eyes darken. Then come the shorts, panties soaked and clinging.

Niragi bites his lip.

“Fuck. Look at you,” he mutters. “Already dripping. You’ve missed this, haven’t you?”

“I’ve missed you,” you whisper.

He pauses. Just for a second.

Then he laughs.

“Still so soft. You know what that makes you?” He climbs up over you, fists planted on either side of your head. “Fucking pathetic.”

He presses a hand to your throat — not choking, just holding you still.

“Say it.”

You blink. “Say what?”

“Say you’re pathetic. Say you’re my dirty little toy who begs for a guy like me.”

Your stomach twists. Your skin burns. And your thighs clench on their own.

“I… I’m your toy.”

“More.”

“I’m your dirty little fucktoy,” you choke out, voice shaking. “Just for you. Only for you.”

He hums.

“You’ve got such a pretty mouth when you’re being honest.”

Then he smirks, and starts kissing down your body — slow and vicious. Like he’s tasting something forbidden. Like he’s reclaiming you.

When his mouth reaches your core, your breath catches.

You expect him to tease. To lick lazily.

But no.

He devours you.

Tongue firm, unrelenting — and cold metal flicks across your clit and you scream.

“Holy shit— Suguru—”

He grins against you. Piercing dragging just enough to make you writhe.

“You didn’t forget, did you?” he murmurs, voice low and smug. “Got this piercing thinking about your pussy, sweetheart. Couldn’t wait to use it on you.”

Your hips buck, your hands clench the sheets.

Every flick of his tongue is pure torture — precision, pressure, filth. And he doesn’t stop. Not even when you beg.

“Please, please— I’m close—!”

“No,” he growls, gripping your thighs. “You don’t come until you say it right.”

You sob. “I’m your filthy little whore. I’m nothing without you. Just a hole for you to ruin—”

“Atta girl.”

He sucks hard — tongue piercing pressed right against your clit — and you shatter. Legs shaking. Vision going white.

And he keeps going.

Overstimulation. Too much. Too good.

When he finally pulls away, you’re soaked, shaking, tears on your cheeks.

He licks his lips. Piercing glinting.

“Still taste like fucking heaven,” he whispers. “Still mine.”

He flips you over effortlessly. Fucks you raw — fast, deep, like he’s punishing you for leaving, even if you never did.

And through every thrust, every slap of skin on skin, he keeps talking.

“My only friend. My only fucking friend. You never gave up on me.”

You cry out, back arching.

“And you never will.”

You come again — body collapsing, mind unraveling.

He holds you down as he follows, growling, trembling, filling you completely.

And then—

Nothing.

Just silence.

You lay there, panting, dazed.

And then—

Soft fingers on your cheek.

He’s wiping your tears.

And then—

His arms are around you. Warm. Careful.

“Did I hurt you?” he whispers. “Tell me if I did.”

You shake your head. You’re too wrecked to speak.

He pulls the blanket over your body, tucks it around you like something precious.

And for a moment, the monster is gone.

Just Suguru remains.

“I didn’t know how to be gentle anymore,” he whispers. “Not until you came back.”

You turn in his arms, press your forehead to his chest.

“You were always gentle. You just forgot how to show it.”

He breathes out, shaky.

“I’m scared you’ll leave again.”

“I won’t.”

“I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch you.”

“I know.”

“And I’ll keep you close,” he whispers. “Even if the whole world burns. You’re mine.”

“I’ve always been yours.”

And for the first time in years—

He sleeps.

In your arms.

_

Of course he was.

“God,” she whispered, biting her lip as she pulled his cock out. Thick, flushed, leaking precum at the tip — twitching against her palm like it’d been waiting for this exact moment.

“F-Fuck… please…” Niragi gasped, trying not to buck his hips.

“Please what?” She teased, running her thumb over the wet slit, gathering the bead of slickness there and smearing it down his length.

He whimpered again, breath ragged. “Please touch me… more…”

“You’re so fucking needy.”

She wrapped her hand around him properly, slow and deliberate, the slick sound of her strokes filling the silence of the room. Niragi bit his lip hard, eyes screwed shut, a sheen of sweat breaking over his skin.

“You better stay quiet,” she warned darkly, pressing her other hand over his mouth. “You make one sound, and I’ll stop. Got it?”

He nodded frantically, desperate.

She grinned.

“Good boy.”

Her pace increased, hand working him faster, thumb flicking over the head every few strokes. His muffled whimpers against her palm were intoxicating, his hips jerking helplessly as she played him like an instrument.

She leaned down, lips barely brushing the tip of his cock, tongue flicking out to lap at the swollen head. Just one teasing lick — enough to make him cry out under her hand.

“Mm, you taste so good, baby,” she murmured, pulling back with a filthy smile. “You like that, don’t you? Getting your cock played with like this, all desperate and quiet like a good boy?”

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he nodded, body trembling.

She squeezed a little tighter, twisting her wrist on the upstroke. “Bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, huh? Jerking off in the bathroom between classes like a little perv, wishing it was my hand instead.”

A broken sob slipped past his throat, muffled by her palm.

“That’s it,” she cooed. “Cum for me, Niragi. Right now.”

He came with a muffled cry, hot ropes spilling over her hand, his entire body shaking as he slumped against the wall. She milked him through it, strokes slowing, until he was nothing but a trembling, breathless mess.

She pulled her hand away, watching him try to gather himself, his face red, glasses fogged.

“Good boy,” she praised, licking a stray bead of cum from her thumb.

He whimpered.

“You’ll pay for this one day,” he managed, breathless.

She smirked.

“Yeah?” she teased, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I fucking dare you.”

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The Beach was alive.

Fire pits flickered in the night air, casting gold against sweat-slicked skin. Laughter echoed from the pool. Bottles clinked, music thumped, and the scent of salt and smoke settled over everything like a second skin.

And Niragi was a goddamn menace in the middle of it.

Shirtless, skin glinting in the firelight, a cigarette balanced between his lips and his gun holstered low on his hip. His eyes — those sharp, hungry things — never left her.

Not when she laughed by the bar. Not when she slipped into the pool. Not when another man brushed too close.

He’d tolerated enough.

The moment their eyes met, she knew.

A single look. And her pulse spiked.

He grabbed her wrist, dragging her through the crowded resort, ignoring the grins and catcalls. The heat of his palm around her wrist was a silent promise — of punishment, of pleasure, of everything he hadn’t let himself have since the Borderlands swallowed them whole.

They barely made it to his room before his mouth was on hers, rough and claiming.

“You wanna act like a fucking tease?” he snarled, kicking the door shut behind them. “You think this is a game, sweetheart?”

She moaned into his mouth, the taste of smoke and heat and Niragi filling her senses.

His hands gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly, slamming her back against the wall.

Legs around his waist. His cock, thick and straining against his shorts, grinding against her soaked heat.

“You’ve been dripping for me all fucking night,” he groaned, teeth scraping her throat. “Could smell you from across the goddamn pool.”

Her head fell back as his tongue traced her pulse, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp.

“N-Niragi, fuck—”

He growled.

“On the bed. Now.”

She barely landed on the mattress before he was on her, yanking off her bikini bottoms and spreading her thighs.

“Pretty little pussy,” he murmured darkly, fingers sliding through her slick folds. “Fucking mine.”

He didn’t tease this time. Didn’t warm her up with slow licks.

No — he dove in, mouth devouring her cunt, tongue fucking into her, teeth grazing, lips latching onto her clit.

She screamed.

And he groaned.

“Taste even better than I fucking remember,” he growled, pulling back just long enough to smack her thigh. “You gonna cum for me, slut?”

“Y-Yes—fuck—”

“Good girl.”

Two fingers pushed inside her, curling, hitting that perfect spot while his tongue worked her clit. She came hard, thighs trembling, sobbing his name.

But Niragi wasn’t done.

“Hands and knees.”

Dizzy, trembling, she obeyed.

He dropped his shorts, cock thick, flushed, heavy in his hand. Precum smeared along the tip as he stroked himself.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “All ready for me. Beg for it.”

“Please, Niragi… need your cock—need you to fuck me—”

That was enough.

He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, both of them moaning at the stretch.

“Fucking tight,” he hissed, grip bruising her hips. “God, I missed this.”

He set a brutal pace, hips snapping against hers, the slap of skin on skin drowned by her broken cries.

His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back.

“Who do you fucking belong to?”

“You—fuck—Niragi—”

“Say it.”

“You! I’m yours!”

He groaned, leaning down, teeth grazing her shoulder.

“Good fucking girl.”

He flipped her onto her back without pulling out, lifting her legs over his shoulders. The new angle made stars burst behind her eyes.

“You take me so fucking well,” he panted, sweat dripping down his chest. “Look so fucking pretty stuffed full of my cock.”

His hand slipped to her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her pulse race.

“You want me to fill you up? Fucking breed you right here?”

“Yes—please—”

He grinned, leaning down to kiss her — filthy, desperate, perfect.

And when he came, it was with a growl, burying himself as deep as he could, warmth flooding her.

But Niragi wasn’t finished.

“Not done,” he panted. “One more.”

He rolled them, pulling her onto his lap.

“Ride me.”

Legs trembling, she straddled him, sinking down onto his cock.

He moaned, head falling back.

“Fuck—so good, baby. Milk my cock.”

She rode him, pace rough and desperate, their moans blending, his hands guiding her hips.

When she came again, he caught her in a filthy kiss, holding her close, whispering filth and praise against her lips.

After, when neither of them could move, he pulled her into his chest.

“You fucking kill me,” he muttered, brushing sweat-soaked hair from her face.

And for the first time in days — maybe ever — he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

“Mine,” he whispered.

Her popularity only grew. His isolation too.

Still… she always found a way to be around.

In class, she’d sit behind him. Sometimes, she’d strike up a conversation during breaks, making sure no one noticed. She’d text him asking if he needed help with projects. Brought candies and secretly left them in his locker. Little things — that meant the world to Niragi.

And he… fell in love.

Of course, he did.

How could he not? She was the only one who treated him like a human being.

“You should stop hanging around that freak, Y/N.”

Haruka, the queen bee of the popular girls, sneered, arms crossed.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, Haruka.” Y/N shot back without even looking at her.

It was always like that. A silent tug of war. Y/N’s popularity shielded her from being a target, but it didn’t stop the snide remarks. And she didn’t care. The only problem was… Niragi noticed. And it made him shrink.

With every snide comment, every whispered joke when he walked by, every stifled laugh, he withdrew further. And even though Y/N tried, she knew she couldn’t stop it.

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One stuffy afternoon after history class, she waited for everyone to leave and approached his desk.

“Suguru…” she called softly.

He looked up, startled.

“Hey.”

She smiled — that same smile he remembered from when they were kids.

“Wanna come over later? I… found some old pictures of us. And I bought that sweet potato snack you like.”

He hesitated. He wanted to. God, how he wanted to. But he knew what people would say.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”

Y/N sighed.

“Why not? You’re really gonna let those assholes control you?”

Niragi met her gaze. And for a moment, the world stopped. He remembered the little girl who used to stand up to bullies in kindergarten. Who shared candy with him at recess. Who he’d known — deep down — that he loved his entire life without the guts to say it.

But before he could answer, the classroom door slammed open.

And there stood Aiko.

Haruka’s best friend. Gorgeous, venomous, and faker than a politician’s smile. Her gaze landed on Niragi like he was some new toy she’d just decided to play with.

“Hey, Niragi.” Her voice was syrupy-sweet and fake as hell. “Need help with that physics assignment?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, instantly wary.

Niragi just blinked, confused.

“Uh… no, I…”

Aiko giggled.

“Come on, I’m good at it. I could teach you a thing or two… in the library. Just us.”

Y/N felt her stomach drop. Aiko had never spoken a word to Niragi before. Never even looked at him. And now, out of nowhere, she was offering “private tutoring”?

“He doesn’t need your help.” Y/N cut in, firm.

Aiko feigned surprise.

“Wow, didn’t know he was taken.”

The air thickened.

Niragi, embarrassed, grabbed his stuff.

“I… I gotta go.”

And left.

Y/N stood there, chest tight. She watched Aiko flash a smug, knowing look before vanishing into the hallway.

Right then, Y/N knew.

Something was starting. And it wasn’t good.

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That night, Niragi stared at his phone. A message from her blinked on the screen:

“If you wanna talk or come by, my window’s open.”

He wanted to. God, he wanted to. But Aiko’s voice kept echoing in his head.

"You know… you could be so much more. If you wanted. Girls like Y/N only hang around you to feel better about themselves. I see who you really are."

And even though part of him knew it was a lie… another part of him wanted to believe, for once, that maybe someone besides Y/N actually cared.

And that was the beginning of the end.

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⚠️Warnings: Rising tension, emotional manipulation, social exclusion, beginning of conflict. No explicit content yet, but the atmosphere is getting heavier –Part 2

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First Cracks

The school hallway had never felt so long.

Niragi kept his eyes glued to the floor, hands buried deep in his pockets, trying to ignore the muffled giggles and side-eyes. He was used to it. He’d learned to survive in that place years ago.

But that afternoon had been different.

Ever since what happened in class with Aiko, something had changed.

The way people looked at him…

The way Aiko smiled…

And the way Y/N watched him from across the room, that worried look she always gave when she thought he wasn’t paying attention.

He knew he should've climbed up to her window the night before.

She’d messaged him, left the damn window open — like they used to when they were kids. But Niragi didn’t go. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, hearing Aiko’s words echo in his head:

"You know she only keeps you around to feel better about herself, right? To look like a good person."

And he hated how much that poked at a part of him he didn’t want to acknowledge.

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What Niragi didn’t know was that Y/N hadn’t slept either.

She’d spent hours replaying that classroom scene in her head. Aiko never went near him. Never even acknowledged his existence. And suddenly, this sugary invitation, that fake interest?

No.

Something was off.

Y/N knew that kind of game better than anyone. She was part of that world — unwillingly, but she was. She knew how those girls worked, how they latched onto the weaker ones, only to laugh behind their backs later.

And Niragi…

He wasn’t like the others.

He’d fall for it.

And that terrified her.

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The next morning, it got worse.

Down the hallway, Niragi wasn’t carrying his books the usual way. His head wasn’t lowered. He walked taller — or at least pretended to. A half-smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

And walking next to him?

Aiko.

Her arm hooked around his like they were best friends.

Y/N felt her stomach turn.

The others snickered and whispered. Haruka sent her a smug look.

“Look at that, the nerd’s with Aiko now. Bet she’ll clean him up and toss him out like trash.”

Y/N didn’t reply.

But something inside her cracked.

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During lunch break, Y/N waited for him near the vending machines. When Niragi showed up, she stepped in front of him, blocking his way.

“Can we talk?”

He hesitated, eyes darting away.

“Aiko’s waiting for me.”

“Fuck Aiko.”

His eyes widened. Y/N almost never spoke like that. But right now, she didn’t care.

“What the hell’s going on, Suguru? Since when do you hang out with her?”

“Since someone finally decided to treat me like a person.”

The words hit like a slap. And they stung more than she’d admit.

She drew in a sharp breath.

“I always treated you like a person.”

He let out a bitter laugh.

“No, Y/N. You treated me like a charity case. So you could feel better about yourself in your perfect little group.”

The words were knives.

Y/N’s throat tightened.

“You know that’s not true.”

“Do I?” He stared at her. “The only time you notice me is when someone else does.”

“I care about you, dammit!”

“Then where the hell were you when they locked me in the locker room? When they trashed my stuff? When they wrote shit all over my locker? You laughed with them, remember?”

Y/N froze.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

Not completely — but not wrong either.

She never laughed. But she never spoke up either. Never stood beside him publicly.

And in that moment, that weighed more than any good memory they had.

Niragi saw the effect of his words and felt a pang of guilt.

But it was too late.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he mumbled, “Aiko’s waiting.”

And he left.

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Y/N stood there, swallowing the burn in her throat.

At that moment, she realized she was about to lose what little part of Niragi still belonged to her.

And that someone else was pulling the strings behind it.

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That night, Aiko sent a message.

“Home alone. Come over?”

And Niragi, without a second thought, went.

And what started as a harmless flirt, a game of manipulation, was about to become the biggest mistake of his life.

But that…

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⚠️ Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+), uncomfortable and manipulated sex, inexperienced character, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, heavy drama, possessiveness and progressive angst.part-3

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The Worst Kind of Loneliness

The night was stifling.

Streetlights flickered weakly as Niragi walked with sweaty hands buried in his pockets. He didn’t really know why he was going there. Well, he did — Aiko’s invitation hadn’t left room for interpretation. But somewhere deep down, something screamed that this wasn’t right.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Y/N had texted again.

“I need to talk to you. Please.”

He ignored it.

Fuck, she only showed up when things were already ruined. When he was locked in the supply closet? When they smeared shit on his notebook? When they tore up his drawings?

She just watched.

And now… now Aiko was here.

Smiling at him. Calling him.

Making him feel seen. Wanted. Even if it was a lie.

But a lie was better than nothing.

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Her house was big, modern, and cold. The parents weren’t home. Low lighting, some soft music playing in the background. Niragi’s stomach churned, the cloying scent of her perfume thick in the air.

— Didn’t think you’d come, — Aiko smirked, closing the door behind him.

He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, uncomfortable.

— Was busy.

She stepped closer, a finger tracing his chest.

— Doesn’t look like you are now.

And before he could think, her mouth was on his.

It felt weird.

The kiss lacked the warmth of Y/N’s smiles, or the familiar scent of afternoons by the window. Aiko’s mouth was cold, aggressive, like she was claiming him. Niragi tried to follow along, but everything about him was hesitant.

Her hands tugged at his shirt.

— Take it off, — she murmured.

He obeyed, skin prickling at the contact.

They stumbled down the hallway, into her bedroom.

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That’s when it got worse.

Aiko pushed him down onto the bed, stripping off her own shirt with practiced ease. Niragi had never seen someone naked up close before. His hands trembled.

— Nervous, virgin? — she mocked, climbing onto him.

The words stung.

He hated that. The label. The insecurity.

But he stayed quiet.

Aiko took the lead, guiding his hand to her breasts, forcing him to touch her.

It was strange.

Her skin was cold. The kisses were too fast. The sickly-sweet mix of cheap perfume and menthol cigarettes made him nauseous. Niragi wasn’t aroused. His body reacted purely out of instinct, afraid of seeming pathetic.

When she stripped off his pants, his face burned with shame.

— Wow… — she snorted. — Never done this, huh?

He didn’t answer.

Aiko grabbed a condom, rolling it on him carelessly, and straddled his lap. The sensation was uncomfortable, dry, lacking any connection. The penetration happened too quickly, no preparation. It hurt — for him.

Niragi’s body was rigid, unsure of where to place his hands.

Aiko moaned, but not from pleasure. It was fake. Performative. As if there was an audience.

He tried to move, to find a rhythm, but shame and discomfort only grew.

It wasn’t what he’d imagined.

It wasn’t like in movies.

It wasn’t even close to what he’d hoped.

He closed his eyes, trying to think of something else. Of Y/N. Her smile. The way she ruffled his hair when he was sad.

But Aiko was a suffocating presence.

Biting his neck too hard. Leaving marks. Her pleasure was in the humiliation.

— Who’d have thought… the nerd can handle it.

He hated this.

More than anything.

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When it was over, Aiko lay beside him, lighting a cigarette.

— Now you’re mine, — she declared, blowing smoke toward the ceiling.

Niragi didn’t respond.

He felt filthy. Empty. Pathetic.

He got dressed in silence, eager to leave.

But Aiko grabbed him.

— One more thing… — her finger slid down his chest. — I need a favor.

He looked at her.

— What?

She smirked.

— I’ve got some things about Y/N your bully friends would love to see.

He paled.

— Why?

— Because she acts like she’s better than everyone. And you know it. Always did. She just uses you. I’ve got screenshots, videos… But if you’re the one to spread them, I can guarantee no one will mess with you again.

It was cruel. Twisted.

And he knew it.

But he was weak. Starved for attention.

And he said:

— Send them to me.

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That night, the messages spread.

Old pictures. A private video of Y/N with her ex — leaked without consent. Things only an enemy would have.

And by the time Y/N woke up, it was too late.

The whole school knew.

Niragi knew what he’d done.

And there was no turning back.

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The next morning, he could barely look at himself in the mirror.

But part of him felt like he deserved it.

Part of him felt like, for the first time, someone had noticed his existence — even in the worst possible way.

And emptiness was worse than guilt.

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⚠️ Warnings: Emotional confrontation, dramatic resolution, emotional breakdown, betrayal aftermath, character regrets.-part 4

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Ruin and Rebirth

Second period started, but for Y/N, the world had already stopped.

Her phone kept buzzing non-stop. Messages and notifications flooding every social app. Whatsapp, Instagram, Snapchat, group chats. Everything revolving around her. Intimate pictures leaked, cruel comments, videos, screenshots.

And there, scrolling down, was his name: Suguru.

The same one she used to call by affectionate nicknames just yesterday.

Pain. A burning pit in her stomach. Fire and ice all at once. He was there — involved, complicit, responsible.

She glanced sideways and caught Lulu’s (her best friend) urgent look.

— Did you see this? — she whispered, handing her phone.

Y/N let the phone drop in her hand, fingers trembling. “No, no, please…” was all she managed to say.

Classes passed in a blur. The world turned into a storm she couldn’t hold back. Outside the classroom, whispers followed her every step.

And there, right in the hallway, she found Niragi.

He saw her. Froze. Didn’t know what to say. The confident, cocky persona Aiko had fed him completely vanished in the face of devastating truth. His hands trembled, uniform wrinkled, eyes heavy.

The two of them stood there, a few meters apart. Time froze.

— You… — Y/N started, her voice breaking — how could you?

He choked.

— Y/N… I…

She stepped back.

— Don’t say a word. Just so I get this straight: you fucking humiliated me. Betrayed me. Used my private video… for what? Revenge? Power? How could you sink this low?

Niragi lowered his gaze.

— I… it was Aiko. After that night… she made promises, twisted my head around. I got confused. I liked the feeling of being looked at for once. And then I felt powerful.

— Powerful? — she spat, disgust clear in her eyes. — At this cost?

He stayed silent. The timid, broken boy resurfacing beneath the guilt.

— You know what hurts most? — she exhaled sharply — that it wasn’t just about me. It was everything I built. Our history. The quiet ways you used to protect me. The tiny moments we shared. You traded all that for a show. And played it to the crowd.

He shrank, every word hitting like a punch.

Lulu hovered nearby, silently pulling Y/N.

— I… — he tried to speak, but she pushed his hand away — I’m leaving.

And she did.

The school bell rang. Break time exploded. They separated like two ghosts.

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Outside, Aiko lingered by the sidewalk. Fully aware of the destruction she caused. She saw Y/N pass by, clinging to Lulu, tears dry on her face. She saw Niragi’s hunched figure cross the courtyard. And she felt nothing — cold, calculated, unrepentant.

She stayed until the last light in the building died and the halls emptied.

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Later that evening, Y/N walked home, arms crossed, dried tears on her cheeks, backpack swaying.

Turning the corner, she saw Niragi waiting by a lamppost, like a cheap cliché. Her heart leapt.

— Y/N. — it was all he could say.

She stopped. Took a deep breath.

— I want you to know… I regret it. All of it. It was cowardice. Weakness. I hated myself the second I did it. You were right: I felt important for a second. And then… empty. And disgustingly guilty.

He looked at her but didn’t touch.

— I… honestly, I don’t know if I can forgive myself. But I think… you deserve to know why. And to hear it straight from me, face to face, that I’m miserable. That I broke everything good between us. That I know how badly I hurt everything we were.

She bit her lip.

— Why her?

— Aiko knows how to deal with… people like me. She gave me attention, made me feel like I mattered. But it was never about me. It was about using me, twisting me. After the sex, she pressured me. I didn’t feel used — I felt like I sold myself. And brought out in those messages… the worst parts of myself. Because she promised me freedom.

Y/N swallowed hard.

— You traded me for a lie?

— Yes. And I’ve been fucking drowning in it.

She looked down at the pavement.

— And now?

— I… don’t expect anything. I just wanted to say… I’m sorry. And I genuinely hate myself for not being better.

She ran a hand through her hair.

— I… don’t know how to forgive. And maybe we don’t need to go back to what we were. But today I managed to listen. Even though it’ll take time to digest it all. I hope one day this’ll just be a sad story, not something that defines us.

He nodded, swallowing his tears.

— Thank you for listening.

— Thanks for having the guts to say it.

They stared at each other for a moment. No hug. No tears. Just raw honesty — the only refuge left after a broken day.

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The next morning, Y/N walked into school. Her world reduced to an inner silence. No clicks around her. She felt empty, but strong. Some friends approached with kind looks. A few whispered words of support among the usual rumors. But she stood tall.

And Niragi? Did he stay at school? No. He vanished after their talk in the street. Nobody saw him in the hallways. Maybe he was sent home for his mental state, or maybe he disappeared straight home — no one knew. But somehow, the school felt his absence.

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📌 Last Betrayal — Epilogue

Warnings: Angst, emotional tension, implied violence, reference to past betrayal, pre-apocalypse setting, canon divergence.

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📖 Plot Recap:

Before the deadly games of Borderland, Niragi was just a bitter, bullied nerd hiding a dangerous crush on you — the popular girl who was never cruel, who always tried to protect him. But his resentment and longing led him to a cruel betrayal: sleeping with your enemy and exposing your most intimate secret to the school. Years later, fate brings you both back together on the fateful day Shibuya is wiped out by a blinding light.

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Epilogue: A Thousand Years of Regret

The streets of Shibuya were just as suffocating as you remembered them. Neon signs flickered under the darkening sky, and the smell of street food lingered between the crowded sidewalks. People brushed past you like waves, unbothered, their eyes glued to their phones, unaware that the end was hanging just above their heads.

You hadn’t wanted to come back here.

Shibuya was a place of ghosts.

It had been years since you last stepped foot on these streets. Everything was different, and yet somehow, suffocatingly familiar. The memories clung to the corners of every alley, every crosswalk, every neon reflection in the puddles.

Your fingers instinctively pulled the collar of your jacket higher as you walked, hoping the city would swallow you whole before you could run into anyone you once knew.

But fate wasn’t that kind.

And as you crossed Center Gai Street, heading toward the famous Scramble Crossing, you felt it.

A presence.

Heavy.

Familiar.

Inevitable.

Your stomach knotted, and your steps slowed, your gaze scanning the crowd against your will — until you saw him.

And fuck, he was unrecognizable.

Niragi Suguru.

He wasn’t the awkward, scrawny nerd from high school anymore.

Gone were the thick glasses, the greasy fringe, the slouched posture.

In his place stood a man you barely recognized — all sharp angles and cruel eyes, his hair now an unholy mess of dark, unruly strands that clung to his skin like ink. Piercings glittered against his ears, and a jagged scar cut across the corner of his lips, twisting his mouth into something unreadable. His once-dull gaze was now alive with something volatile, something dangerous.

And yet.

It was still him.

You knew those eyes.

You knew the weight of them, the way they used to follow you from across the classroom.

You knew how they felt when they betrayed you.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You tried to turn, tried to disappear into the crowd — but it was already too late.

His eyes locked onto you.

His entire body tensed.

And then he was moving.

“Y/N…?”

You froze.

His voice was deeper now, rough and hoarse, like every word scraped up his throat against his will. But it was him.

You didn’t answer.

Didn’t look back.

You kept walking, fast.

But Niragi was faster.

He cut through the crowd, shoving past people, ignoring their protests, until he was beside you. Grabbing your wrist.

“Wait—! It’s you. It’s really you.”

You yanked your arm away like his touch burned.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Niragi.”

Your voice came out sharper than intended, but you didn’t care.

His face twisted, somewhere between hurt and stubborn anger.

“I need to talk to you—”

“After what you did? After everything? Go fuck yourself.”

His eyes flickered, something breaking behind them for a split second before hardening again.

“I fucked up,” he muttered, almost to himself. **“I know I did. But… fuck, Y/N—”

“You didn’t just fuck up,” you snapped. “You destroyed me. And for what? So you could impress a bunch of assholes who spat on you every day? You think I’m gonna forget that?”

The streetlights flickered above you.

A strange hush swept over the crowd.

It was subtle — the way conversations died out, the way people began to look up at the sky.

You noticed it too, your anger cooling enough to sense the shift in the air.

“Look—” Niragi started, but you cut him off.

“I don’t care what you have to say.”

And you meant it.

Or maybe you didn’t.

Maybe you were still the stupid girl who couldn’t quite forget the boy who used to hide bruises behind long sleeves and steal glances when he thought no one was looking.

But you didn’t have time to figure it out.

Because in that moment — the sky split open.

A blinding light.

A deafening silence.

And then — nothing.

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Borderlands

When you woke up, the world was wrong.

Shibuya was empty.

The neon signs still flickered, the buildings still stood — but not a single soul moved through the streets. The city was a graveyard.

You stumbled to your feet, disoriented, your head pounding.

And then you saw him.

Niragi.

Leaning against a wall, bleeding from a cut above his brow, his face pale and eyes wild.

“Y/N?”

He looked like a ghost.

And for a moment, you forgot to hate him.

“What the hell happened—?” you rasped, voice cracking.

“I don’t know… the light… and then—”

He gestured helplessly to the empty street.

You took a step back.

“Don’t follow me.”

“Y/N, wait—”

“I swear to God, Niragi—if you think I’m gonna stick around for whatever this is, you’re out of your fucking mind.”

But even as you said it, you both knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

Because as you turned the corner, a screen lit up on one of the empty building facades — a message in bold, blood-red letters:

WELCOME TO BORDERLAND.

YOUR GAME WILL BEGIN SHORTLY.

And your stomach dropped.

Niragi stared at the message, then at you, his face draining of what little color remained.

“What the fuck is this…?”

You didn’t have an answer.

You didn’t have time.

Because somewhere in the distance, a bell tolled — low, ominous.

The game was about to begin.

And whether you liked it or not, you were stuck with him now.

Again.

To Be Continued?

A groan of protest falls from your lips when you stir from slumber to find your boyfriend's side of the bed empty and cold. You reluctantly pry your sleep-dusted eyes open, wondering if somehow you'd overslept and the man was off attending to his Militant duties already. But the light filtering through the curtains is still tinged red, a tell-tale sign that the sun had just recently begun its ascent from the horizon. Your otherwise empty stomach feels as though you've swallowed a rock, heart pounding thickly in your ears; your body instinctively springing up in concern. In a normal world, his absence would be no big deal, but in this particular world, anything could have happened to him and now you're filled with adrenaline and panic.

Just as you're pulling your thumbnail between your teeth in anxious contemplation of what to do, the door creaks open slowly, the missing man in question appearing in front of you unscathed. A brief once over tells you that he's dressed for the day, balancing a full tray in one hand. Niragi's surprised eyes instantly lock with your wild ones, his expression morphing into a fond smirk at your flustered appearance. You, on the other hand, are scowling and ready to smack the expression right off his face for scaring you like that.

Your boyfriend moves smoothly across the room to close the distance between you, setting the tray of food down on your nightstand. One hand gingerly brushes through your untamed locks, the other tilting your chin upwards towards him. "Why are you awake, baby?" he wonders, "Miss me that much?" He presses a chaste kiss to your nose, as if you were acting weird by being awake at this hour when he was the one fully dressed and traipsing around the resort before the sun was even fully awake.

You glare up at his smug expression quizzically, narrowed eyes scanning his face to determine whether he's messing with you or not. It wouldn't be entirely surprising if he was. Niragi's quick to placate your attitude with another tender kiss, this time targeting your pouty, sleep-swollen lips. You melt easily into him, fingers curling into the hair at the base of his neck to pull him ever closer, knocking him off balance. He catches his weight from crashing down on top of you, his hands pressing into the bed behind you, and his knee nudging your legs slightly open for him. Your lips move gently in a soft dance with his, your noses grazing each other as you switch angles. But when you bite at his lower lip to deepen the kiss, your boyfriend pulls away to leave you breathless and confused.

With a wink, Niragi tucks you back under the still warm covers, guiding your body to relax back against the mountain of pillows behind you and pressing the long forgotten tray onto your lap. It's only now that you notice he’s brought you breakfast in bed, complete with two flutes of what you suspect to be mimosas. Your favorite. He must know that you're still confused because he proceeds to explain himself, sitting gently at the edge of the bed facing you. “You once told me that you missed your birthday party the night you ended up here, and I started thinking that we should celebrate it. Why not today?”

A sniffle escapes you as your eyes fill with happy tears, realizing just how much Niragi had changed over the course of your relationship. Once touch-starved, aggressive, and selfish, the man had become so unbelievably thoughtful and loving, at least towards you. You can’t hide the excitement that blooms in your chest at the thought of actually having something to celebrate in a world so filled with doom and gloom, and allow the grin to stretch across your face. Your fingers eagerly wrap around the glimmering stem of one of the champagne glasses, looking to your boyfriend expectantly to take the matching flute. "Thank you," you whisper, emotions still bubbling in your chest at his gesture. He grins, lightly tipping his glass towards yours with a tiny clink, "Happy birthday, angel." The tangy orange juice coupled with effervescent champagne flows between your lips and burns its way through your insides in the most sinful way.

“Now eat up, pretty girl. I have a lot planned for you today, and we need to get you moving soon,” he instructs with a sparkle in his eye. You nearly choke on the sweet strawberry you'd popped into your mouth, having expected to be kept in bed for the day, assuming Niragi’s definition of celebrating your birthday was more on the you and him only side of things. Niragi had brought other people into his master plan, and for some reason that thought only stokes the flames of desire you feel burning in your core.

For a few moments, you sit in comfortable silence while you graze your birthday breakfast. You find yourself occasionally shifting your thighs together to find some sort of friction - what can you say? Domestic Niragi is hot. “Want some?” you eventually ask your boyfriend, holding out a piece of buttered toast in offering. You were never one to eat much this early anyway. A cocky grin spreads across his face, the man lifting the nearly empty tray off your lap and setting it back on the nightstand. He shakes his head, slowly peeling back the comforter and blankets he'd cocooned around you.

"Think I’d rather have a taste of you,” he whispers suggestively, "I see that needy look in your eyes, baby. Want me so bad, don't you?" Before you can answer, your boyfriend is already settled flat on his stomach with large hands coming to gently part your thighs. Niragi growls lowly, obviously appreciating your choice of sleepwear last night - an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath. "No panties last night, princess? My naughty girl," he praises, one lithe finger stroking boldly up through your folds. Your breath stutters in your chest at the sudden intrusion, the man's breath hot against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.

"Already dripping for me, angel?" his voice rumbles with desire, his warm tongue flattening to lick an experimental stripe against your wet heat. You’re already panting and gasping for air before he's even really begun, hips wriggling restlessly in search of more. Niragi's forearm comes to lay across your hip bones to hold you still, stapling your body down into the mattress with very little effort. “Take it easy baby, I’m just getting started,” he groans against your pussy, the vibrations traveling delightfully through your molten core. Niragi's tongue eagerly laps up your juices, his pace growing persistent. An obvious goal in mind.

His lips suction around your swollen clit, the cool metal of his tongue ring making you shudder. Two long fingers take the opportunity to stretch easily into your tight hole curling perfectly against your gummy spot with practiced ease. Pleasured pressure builds quickly this way, both of you know it, the rough pads of his fingers bullying the soft spot with purpose. “Soak my face, princess, come on,” he’s growling against you, pupils blown wide as he watches your gorgeous body writhe and pant underneath him. The coil in your belly tightens and tightens, Niragi playing your body like a fiddle, back arching almost painfully toward his hot mouth, “Cum for me, my good girl.” The relentless stimulation and his praise overwhelm your senses, the pressure in your core squirting out on the silky sheets and all over your boyfriend's face. White hot light creeps into the edges of your vision and despite your hearing being temporarily disabled, you know that you're squealing loudly. Shaky legs attempt to snap shut around Niragi's head, but he's having none of that.

The man in question firmly holds your legs open, stroking nonsensical patterns over your inner thighs and tongue hurriedly lapping up all that you've offered him. "That's my good girl, you did so well for me," he soothes, voice raspy as he carries you through your blinding orgasm. Niragi’s pierced tongue continues slurping up through your wetness, your entire body jolting when the cool metal presses against your ultra-sensitive clit. “Niragiiiiii, too much,” you whine, gripping into his soft, black locks to pull the man up and away from your oversensitive pussy. “Too much, hm? I haven’t worshipped this body nearly as much as it deserves. You ready for a break?” he wonders, licking and biting at your chest. You nod weakly, phantom spasms from your previous orgasm still wracking your body.

“Well then, angel, let's get you off to your next destination,” he tells you, wiping his chin that was shiny with your slick. "But first . . ." He trails off, leaning over to his nightstand drawer and pulling out a wrapped package. You accept the present with widened doe eyes, pressing your lips against his, humming in pleasure when you taste yourself on him. Your tongue runs along his lower lip, taking the opportunity of his low groan to lick into his mouth and tangle with his. One hand comes up to press tantalizingly at your throat, squeezing once in warning, "If you keep that up, you'll never leave this bed, baby." Your eyelashes flutter innocently at him, the man leaning back with a groan. You'll be the death of him.

Your fingers delicately peel apart the wrapping paper, suddenly trying hard to cherish the feeling of opening a present - something you had most definitely taken for granted back in the old world. You're met face to face with a stunning emerald green bikini set, intricate gold and white beading along the strings. "Wear it for me today?" Niragi asks, studying your reaction with bated breath.

"I love it, baby, thank you," you tell him, voice a little watery with emotion again. You leap from the bed to try it on, lifting the oversized t-shirt over your head uninhibited and teasing. You slip the bottoms on over your still shaky legs as Niragi helps to situate the top over your chest. His nimble fingers loop the strings into a bow, arms instantly looping around your exposed belly, pulling you tight into his chest to hold you in front of the floor length mirror. He watches you for a moment before bowing his head to suck a bruise into the delicate skin at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You aren't shy about rubbing your ass back on his rock hard length, wondering briefly if you should just stay like this all day. The hand splayed on your belly travels slowly down and under the new bikini bottoms, the man groaning when he feels how you've already soaked through them. "I have half a mind to cancel everything and fuck you to the edge of your life, you minx," he tells you, middle finger circling your aching and puffy clit.

You decide that you're good with that. But your boyfriend somehow has more self control than you today, and he's quick to remove his fingers from your wetness, lewdly sucking the arousal from his digits. His hand finds yours before he can change his mind, guiding you quickly down the hall to a door you’re very familiar with, Kuina’s.

Niragi knocks three times on the hard wood, the woman popping her head out almost immediately as though she's been waiting. "You're late," she grumbles at him, tapping one foot impatiently. The two of them are still frenemies at best, even after all this time. Your boyfriend shrugs with one shoulder, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Had to take care of some things," he tells her, quirking his eyebrows, making her grimace. Her face brightens, though, when she catches sight of you, throwing the door open with a loud bang to pull you into a tight hug. “Happy birthday!” she shrieks, her loudness making Niragi scowl. “You look stunning in that color. Seriously, you are perfection. Come on, are you ready for your birthday makeover?” she asks, eyes wide and filled with excitement. Makeovers were her favorite thing, after all.

You tilt your head in confusion at her, turning back to look at your boyfriend for confirmation. He’s leaning lazily against the opposite wall, waiting for you to go inside with your friend. He nods, reaching a hand out to grip your arm and pull you close to him for a moment. “Part of your birthday celebration is getting all dolled up,” he tells you, nose brushing lightly against yours. You grin up at him, pulling yourself up to meet his lips with yours in thanks. A low groan slips out as you taste yourself still against his lips, the man licking into your mouth as he pulls you closer.

Kuina clears her throat, knowing that you’ve completely forgotten she was standing there. “Get a room if you’re going to do all of that,” she whines exasperatedly, jokingly slapping a hand over her eyes. Niragi pulls away to look up at the woman, hand still cradling the base of your neck. “We have a room,” he reminds her, “It sees plenty of action.” Kuina shudders just thinking about it, turning to walk back into the room, “Trust me, I know!”

Niragi's face is pulled into something smug and cocky, and you know you should be afraid of whatever is about to come out of his mouth. "Don't even think about covering up my marks, hm?" Kuina groans, casting a look to you to find your neck and collarbone covered in swollen red bites and bruises, "Do you have to be so possessive?" she shrieks at him, "You're like a feral dog!"

Niragi is already strutting away in the opposite direction, head tilted back in a wicked cackle.

Once it's just the two of you, Kuina leads you to sit in the squishy desk chair, rolling you to the makeshift vanity you'd helped her build over the last few weeks. The mahogany surface is littered in hair care products, make up, and a wide array of hair accessories, every that you could possibly [not] need in a post-apocalyptic world.

Hands on your shoulders, she catches your gaze in the mirror. "Are you sure we can't find you a better boyfriend?" She teases, beginning to run a brush delicately through your hair.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

Niragi hadn’t cut corners. The entire pool deck is decorated with streamers, balloons, and pretty twinkling lights that would easily be the star of the show once the sun went down. You wonder briefly how many people Niragi had threatened to make all of this come together, but decide you don’t really need or want to know the answer to that. A pink, fruity cocktail is pressed into your hands by a grinning Usagi, her and Arisu pulling you into a tight hug and showering you with birthday wishes. You're completely taken aback that everyone is here to celebrate with you, the emotions threatening to spill over once again.

For the first time in forever, you feel like you can imagine your life still being somewhat normal. Like you're celebrating your birthday at a beach resort. You beat Last Boss and his presumed crush (you still need to get more information about this) at beer pong; partnered with Niragi, you beat Arisu and Usagi at chicken in the pool; and Chishiya even helps you win your first ever game of Blackjack. Between shots and lots of flowing cocktails, you find yourself passed around between all your friends at The Beach, taking a turn dancing and chatting with each of them. You're laughing harder than you have in weeks, especially as the alcohol begins to takeover and you all get a bit clumsier on your feet. Even Aguni moves you to the beat for a little while, dancing much like you would imagine a dad would his daughter. It's really sweet. It is he who eventually twirls you back into Niragi’s arms, the man pulling you close, cradling you against his chest as he rocks in tandem with you. Though he's not one for dancing very often, he humors you for a few songs before passing you back to a rosy-cheeked Kuina to dance longer. You dance until your legs won’t hold you up any longer, opting to get more drinks from the bar with your friends.

Before you know it, it’s late and the sun’s been asleep for hours; your skin sun-warmed to the touch and your head fuzzy from spending all day in the sun and drinking nothing but liquor. The majority of The Beach has filtered out from the party at this point, everyone drunk and sunburnt, but filled with joy from a great day. You and Kuina stumble arm-in-arm over to the table that Niragi is sitting at with a couple of other Militants, the latter dropping you off with your boyfriend before stumbling away to sleep it off. You give Kuina a quick, sloppy kiss on the cheek before flopping down in the plastic chair beside Niragi, the man instantly looking at you with a crooked smile. He pulls you into his lap, shielding you from the chilly night air with a blanket he'd brought from the room. His tongue and teeth effortlessly find his favorite spot on your neck, making your insides light up in desire. “Did you have a fun birthday, angel?” he asks between kisses, your dazed body responding to his hardening length underneath you. You nod in affirmation, shivering as his hands ghost along the waistband of your bikini bottoms.

"Still nice and wet for me, baby?" He wonders lowly, enticing a breathy moan from you. His impatient fingers slip under your bikini bottom hidden under the guise the blanket, collecting your wetness and circling your clit.

“I can think of a thing or two that would make it the best birthday ever,” you tell him, voice cracking as white hot desire licking up through your core and ribcage. A low growl reverberates in his chest, boldly sinking his middle finger into your needy hole. His mouth presses hot against the shell of your ear, “Is that right, angel? Cum for me without getting caught and I’ll reward you with what you really want.” Your stomach flips at his request, adrenaline surging at the thought of being fingered in front of the Militants around you. You lean back into your boyfriend's chest with a shaky breath out, the combination of his thumb swirling around your clit and his finger fucking into you leaving you buzzing and breathless.

“Ya doing okay over there, birthday girl? Didn’t party too hard, did ya? Lookin’ kind of sweaty,” one of the Militants sitting across from you calls out gruffly. The four others sitting around the table with you look up to see what he’s talking about, all of them nodding and agreeing that you seem a little flushed and maybe you aren’t feeling so well? Your stomach sinks as you think you’ve been caught, but the pleasure Niragi is giving you is too delicious to pull away from. You nod your head with a strangled hum of affirmation, Niragi taking the opportunity to slip another persistent digit inside you. Your tight pussy stretches so well around him, you can feel his length under you growing impossibly harder with a twitch. Niragi tilts his head down to study your face, “Aww, she’s okay, aren’t you angel? You just feel so good after all that attention you got, right?” If pleasure and alcohol weren't coursing hotly through your veins right now, you’d smack your boyfriend for his insinuation.

But as it stands, you’re already getting close to your high. The familiar coil has begun to wrap itself tightly in your lower belly, and you wish you weren’t sitting in front of a group of Niragi’s friends so you could beg him to get you there faster. Instead, you attempt to covertly take matters into your own hands, subtly grinding yourself into his hand and by proximity, his still covered and untouched cock. The man’s breath catches in his throat, obviously drunk off the way you're moving against him. His lips once again latch at your collarbone, nipping tiny welts into every inch of your skin that he can reach. “Go on, angel, show Daddy what you need,” he whispers just for you to hear, matching the pace that you're grinding your hips at. You suppress a whimper that threatens to give you away, the dam inside you breaking with a warm gush of arousal, soaking Niragi's fingers and jeans.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls lightly in your ear, the tiniest whimper escaping your lips as your tight cunt spasms around your boyfriend’s fingers. You dig your nails into Niragi's wrist, body shaking under the blanket from your concealed orgasm. You're left breathless and jittery and still so damn needy for him. A whine slips from your swollen lips, and you quickly turn to look up at your boyfriend, "C-can we go to bed now? Really tired." He clicks his tongue, eyes trailing almost mockingly over your flushed face, "Of course, baby. It is your birthday after all." He stands, lifting you and your guardian blanket with ease, saying the shortest good night to the Militants of all time before hurriedly carrying you to your shared room.

The second that your body hits the fluffy cushion of your shared bed, your boyfriend is crawling up the bed towards you, pants and boxers already abandoned by the door and rapidly unbuttoning his shirt. “That was fun and all, but now I want to really worship my queen,” he growls, teeth and tongue nipping a path up from your feet to your dripping cunt. You whimper pathetically when he spreads you open further with his thumb, his tongue licking straight up through your folds and suckling on your clit. “Tastes so divine, angel, fuck. You’ll make me cum completely untouched,” he whines against your sensitive skin.

Your head is thrown back from all the stimulation of the day, everything suddenly catching up to you and you want to cry. “Please, Daddyyy,” you whine, desperate to finally be spread on his cock. He hums in faux contemplation, eyes shining with mischief as he licks slowly up your belly. His pierced tongue makes your cunt drip arousal onto your comforter, swirling briefly around each of your perky nipples.

“You were such a good girl for me today, baby,” he tells you, jerking his cock in his hand a couple of times, “You ready to cum on Daddy’s cock?” A lewd moan rumbles from your chest and you nod frantically, you have been waiting all day for Niragi to finally spread you open. In one swift motion, he thrusts his leaking member up through your tight channel, filling you and stretching you so completely you nearly forget how to breathe. Your cunt feels like home to him too, the man pulling one of your legs up and around his waist, fingers pressed tight into your skin as he holds you there for a minute. You think for a moment that he’s giving you the chance to adjust to him, but really your pussy is clenched so tight around him that he has to take a moment to try not to blow his load inside you immediately.

“Fuuck, baby. No matter how many times I stretch out this perfect pussy it’s always so tight for me,” he whines, balls instantly feeling heavier against the rounded swell of your ass. “Please Niragi, moveee,” you whimper, hands reaching out for him – to touch him? For support? You don’t know, you just want more. The man responds in earnest by collecting your wrists in one of his large hands, yanking both of your arms up over your head as he pulls out to thrust all the way back in. Your other leg comes to instinctively wrap around his waist with the other one, Niragi fucking into you at a brutal pace.

He is so hard from all the teasing all day that you can feel every vein and groove in his member, all of them serving to add to your growing pleasure. “Look at how well you take me, angel,” he demands, his free hand coming to rest on your belly where you can see the outline of him pounding into you. He groans when your pussy flutters at the view, you are such a good girl for him.

It doesn’t take long for him to have your eyes rolling back into your head, his free hand having traveled down from your belly, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit for extra stimulation. Both of you are transfixed on the white ring that forms at the base of Niragi’s cock, proof that you’re getting closer and closer to climax once more.

“N-niragi . . .” you whimper, each deep thrust reverberating through your body and making you stutter, “I-I’m so close.” The sweat is beading at his forehead and dripping down his flushed shoulders, the effort he’s putting in to drill you into your shared bed at a high. A gorgeous moan leaves your boyfriend’s kiss swollen lips as he tips his head back, “Fuck, me too, angel. Gonna fill your pussy up, claim what’s mine.”

“Please,” you beg, your tight little hole clenching even tighter around his length, desperate for him to fill you with his cum. “Cum, my birthday girl. Cum for me,” he snarls, desperate for you to let go before he finishes. One, two, three more thrusts and you’re wailing, head thrown back as your back arches off the bed. You see the moon while your cunt spasms, milking Niragi’s cock for all he’s worth. He’s quick to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, rope after rope of his sticky white seed shooting into your womb. You swallow each others' moans as your tongues tangle aggressively, a mess of saliva and arousal proof of your lewd encounter. Your boyfriend pulls back, sticky forehead pressed against yours, allowing him to take in your glowing form underneath him as you work through your aftershocks.

Niragi catches himself from collapsing on top of you, rolling the two of you gently so his softening cock can stay inside while you rest on his chest, never once tearing his eyes from the way your gorgeous, dewy skin. You tilt your head up to capture his lips in another lazy kiss, lips moving gracefully against his as cum starts to leak out from inside you.

Tiredly, you lay your head against his bare chest, eyes barely staying open after such a long day. Your boyfriend’s nails scratch soothingly along your bare back and arms, effortlessly lulling you into a heavy slumber. You can get cleaned up in the morning, it is your birthday after all.

“Happy birthday, princess,” he whispers, carding his fingers through your hair, “I love you.”

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

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"Mhm," Niragi hummed, eyeing you with narrowed eyes. "Didn't sound like it when i fucked you against the container."

"Shut up," you mumbled and tried to ignore him. "Enjoying sex doesn't equal to necessarily liking that person, mind you."

Niragi just grinned. “So, you admit that you enjoyed it, hm?”

You stopped and turned to look at him. “If I say I didn’t, are you just going to strip and fuck me again in the middle of this street to prove a point?” you asked, hands on your hips.

“Well, there’s nobody around now, is there? I’d be more than happy to ravish you again against that lamp pole over there.”

“Fine, I liked it,” you admitted. “But not enough to become a street prostitute.”

You kept walking forward, having no specific direction in your mind, fully knowing that his gaze was almost certainly on your ass, but you didn’t care right now.

“We’ll have such a great time together, princess,” Niragi mumbled, low enough that you didn’t hear him.

♤♧

It was raining hard outside, and both of you were soaking wet already and in an urgent need to find a shelter as soon as possible. Anywhere you could hide from the rain.

You eventually came across an empty apartment, the front door slightly open so you could enter inside.

As you walked around the few rooms, nobody was at home. The entire house had been ransacked from most useful items, the people who had lived there had clearly left this place long ago.

Arriving to the bedroom, you found out one thing you weren’t entirely happy with — there was only one bed. In the living room there was no couch either, only two armchairs.

"You'll get the armchair," you stated.

"How is that fair? I want to lay down when i sleep, not fucking sit."

"Make it work, i don't care."

You were shivering in your wet clothes, wanting to get them off as soon as possible but you weren't a big fan of stripping in front of Niragi.

Luckily for you, there was a closet full of clothes, some of them exactly your size too. You pulled a t-shirt and shorts there, not finding longer pants anywhere. Were these people dressing up only for summer?

“Fetch me a towel,” you commanded Niragi. It didn't come off as a request.

“What am I, your servant?” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows.

“A towel, now,” you repeated with a stern voice.

He eventually complied and left you alone for a moment. You pulled your wet shirt over your head and put it to dry on the back of a chair.

“Looking good, sweetheart,” Niragi grinned as he had returned to you, faster than you had expected. He was eyeing you from head to toe with his hungry glare, leaning against the door frame and adoring your bare back. You knew he’d be looking but right now you didn’t care. All you cared about was dry clothes and getting warm again.

“I know,” you sarcastically replied and took the towel from him. You started drying your arms, until felt Niragi’s body glue on yours behind you, hands resting on your hips.

“I could dry and warm you up, you know,” he whispered into your ear. “Better than that towel could.”

“I can do it myself, thanks,” you responded coldly and pushed him away.

You were more than ready to go to sleep, it had been a while since you had been able to sleep in a real bed. Definitely not since the Beach.

You laid yourself on the bed, Niragi joining you right after. He had taken his shirt and pants off, leaving him only in his underwear, not caring to borrow someone else's clothes.

You turned to lay on your side, your back facing Niragi. The window in the room wasn’t entirely closed, there was a small gap which brought chilly air inside the room, and you weren’t able to close it because of the slightly wrong position the hinges had been installed.

Niragi noticed how you were shivering under the blanket you were sharing. He scooped a little closer to you, the heat of his body already radiating towards you.

"Come on, baby. Let me warm you up," Niragi murmured and brushed his hand against your shoulder. Warm hand. His touch was so warm you wanted to give in and lean on it, merge your bodies into one.

"Call me 'baby' one more time and i'll break your wrist," you threatened seriously.

"I like it when you’re feisty," Niragi smirked. "Keep it up, makes me even more aroused than I already am."

He pressed his chest against your back, making you to want to let out a sigh of the warmth he was giving to you. He put his hand on your stomach, gently rubbing circles on it and sending you shivers.

"Niragi," you mumbled and grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him from going any further.

"Shh," he interrupted and rested his hand on your hip, pulling your lower body tighter against him, your ass rubbing against his crotch. "Let me make you feel good, okay? I'll warm you up better than any other man could."

His fingers played with the waistband of your shorts, not just yet going inside.

"I'd prefer to just go to sleep," you refused, closing your eyes. You were fully aware that he wouldn't stop unless you broke his nose or kicked him on the crotch.

"But i'm not tired yet, baby girl. Please make me tired, yeah?"

Niragi knew you wanted him as bad as he wanted you, it was clear to both of you. You tried to resist his touch the best you could but deep inside you wanted him to ruin you again. Niragi knew that deep down he had you wrapped around his finger - or would have very soon. If you truly didn't want him to touch you, you would have slapped his hand away the moment he laid a single finger against your skin and kicked him off the bed, forcing him to take the floor. If you didn't want him, he wouldn't be here holding you like this. His grip wasn't hard enough for you to be unable to free yourself from him - if that was what you wanted.

Niragi could read you better than you thought: you craved to be touched but was only stubborn to give yourself to a man like him easily.

He let his hand slowly slide inside your borrowed shorts, rubbing your clit against the fabric of your panties. Your eyes shot wide open, and you sucked in a breath, biting your lip not to let any other sounds come out of your mouth.

"I'm all yours, let me make you feel good," he whispered, breath hot against your ear, while he slid his finger against your folds, feeling the wet spot on the fabric.

He pushed the panties aside a little, touching your wet pussy with the tip of his finger. Just the slight contact of his finger already managed to make you gasp, which was a clear enough sign to Niragi that you truly needed someone to touch you.

“So wet already,” Niragi murmured. “Just for me? I know you need a release just as bad as I do.”

When you didn't push his hand away, he pushed the tip of his finger inside you, just an inch, and pressed his finger against your entrance, starting to slowly stretch the opening and stimulating all the nerve endings. He inserted another finger, again just an inch against the entrance, stretching and massaging, making you more and more wet.

You let out another gasp, now slightly louder than the previous one. He felt himself slowly becoming hard as well against his boxers, already imagining the picture of him being on top of you and fucking you dumb. He wanted to just grab you, rip your clothes off and take you, but he also wanted to take it slow. Cherish every moment, every second, with you. Listen to your needs and what made you feel good, not just think of pleasuring himself and then be done with you.

Eventually he pushed the two fingers completely inside your pussy in one go, until his knuckles hit your pussy, making you shiver in pleasure. You let a whimper out of your mouth, then biting your lip.

"Look at me," Niragi whispered, making you slowly stretch your neck to look at him over your shoulder. His pupils were dilated, lust and hunger for your body visible in his eyes. "Say that you want me to fuck you right now."

"You're asking me for my consent when you're already two fingers deep inside me?"

"I can pull out," he pointed out. “I can pull out, let you sleep and jack off by myself. Your call, hm?”

"I'm not going to start begging you to fuck me," you scoffed. "I'm-"

But your words were interrupted when he suddenly curled his fingers inside you, remembering just the right spot which made you go insane. A deep moan left out of your chest.

"Want me to do it again, hm?" he asked. “All you gotta do is just say the word.”

"I'm not going to beg," you gritted your teeth. Oh, he was going to make you beg.

He put more pressure on your clit with his thumb, rolling it against your bud in small circle patterns. You gritted your teeth harder together, sucking in a breath.

Just give up and let him fuck you stupid, the ache and need in your vagina whispered.

"You can stop resisting me, pretending to be hard to get is starting to get old," he said, narrowing his eyes when you didn't respond. "Alright then."

Niragi pulled his fingers out and let go of you. He wasn't done with you, no, not even close. He knew he had already managed to arouse and turn you on enough that you wouldn't be able to sleep before you'd experience an orgasm or two - maybe even three if he really managed to make you go feral. Leaving you hanging would make you crawl back to him, and if it didn't, you had much more willpower and stubbornness in you than Niragi expected.

Your eyes grew wider when his touch was gone, your pussy aching for more of him, needing to be filled. He had started this game and you had to finish it.

"Are you fucking serious?" you asked and turned to lay on your back, pushing yourself up to lay against your elbows.

"What? Is it so wrong to ask for a girl's consent, hm?" Niragi asked innocently. Then, his eyes grew a little wider and a grin spread on his face. "Oh, you’re one of those non-consent type of freaks, huh?"

A smirk on his face was now wide as he crawled on top of you, knees pressing against the mattress on both sides of your hips, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against your pussy. He leaned his face slowly closer to yours.

"I can work with that, you know," he purred, looking suddenly almost excited. “That’s why you played so hard to get at the Beach? Should have guessed.”

“I like consent very much, mind you,” you stated.

“Yeah?” he asked, examining your face whether he was making you uncomfortable but you showed no signs of it. You acted calm and unbothered, which Niragi wanted to erase. “Let me know when you want me to stop then. Say… hm. Say ‘clubs’ when you really want to stop, yeah?”

Niragi waited for a second to see that your brain had processed his words, until he brought his hand back on your stomach, sliding it under your panties now sooner than before.

You let out a scream when he pushed two fingers instantly inside you and started to pump them in and out of you in a fast pace - he was done playing sweet and slow now that you were wet enough for him. He curled his fingers against your walls, rubbing them on just the right spots. You weren’t prepared that he’d start fucking you with two fingers immediately, seeing how slow he had been with exploring your pussy a moment ago.

You didn't want to admit it, of course you didn't, but you needed his touch again. Not necessarily him specifically, but someone to touch you and get you off. Throwing yourself at him felt like giving up but you had started not to care about anything anymore. You simply craved to be filled, and Niragi was your only option right now – and he certainly knew exactly what he was doing and was good at it. He was extremely quick to learn your body and what made you feel good.

Niragi didn’t remove his gaze from your face even for a single second when he fucked you with his fingers, wanting to see every expression of pleasure on your face how much you were enjoying this. His touch. How good he managed to make you feel.

“Oh, oh my god,” you moaned. “Right there.” You were in complete ecstasy and would never want this feeling to stop. Then, he moved his fingers to another spot, waking you up from the trance for a second. “Wait, can you do that again?”

“Hm? This?” Niragi smirked, doing the same thing again which made you go absolutely feral.

You gasped, digging your nails into his skin next to his shoulder blades.

"Fuck," you whimpered.

“Cum on my fingers, baby girl,” Niragi purred into your ear.

And you did, your pussy clenching against his fingers while the orgasm waved through your limbs, legs shaking and shivering.

Niragi pulled his fingers out of you, licking his fingers clean from your juices. You were panting hard, shook from the orgasm which you just experienced.

“Was it good?” Niragi asked, brushing his thumb against your chin.

You nodded, cheeks warming up a little of the question which sounded almost comforting. “Yeah, it was good.”

“Your turn then,” he whispered, his finger brushing over your lower lip.

He grabbed your elbow and dragged both of you out of the bed, him standing on the floor and you sitting on the edge of the bed.

You looked down and saw the bulge on Niragi’s crotch, his cock already uncomfortably hard under his underwear, which he was quick to take off and drop on his ankles.

You swallowed when you look at his hardened cock — it was definitely thick and long and looking at it now right in front of you, you weren’t sure how you had been able to take it last time. The sight of him made you clench your thighs together, becoming even more wet of the thought how it was going to fit inside you. How he would feel inside you.

You sat on the floor on your knees and took his cock in your hand, rubbing the entire length a few times with your fingers, making him moan. You massaged his balls with your other hand, experimenting different ways to hold him to see what kind of reactions you could get out of him.

You pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, making him twitch of the contact of your lips. He was just as sensitive as you had been under his touch. You took just couple of inches of him inside your mouth first, gently rolling your tongue around the tip. Niragi had the biggest urge to just grab your head, slam his cock deep into your throat and start fucking your face like there was no tomorrow, but he didn’t. He let you do your thing in the pace you wanted, even though the teasing was driving him crazy.

Then, you slowly slid him into your mouth as far as you could until you started to gag. For a moment you sucked him on a slow pace, taking him in just half way, his cock hitting the back of your mouth repeatedly.

Soon, when you felt like you were ready, you pushed your head down, swallowing as you took him even deeper into your mouth and throat. Tears were forming in your eyes, the feeling becoming too much but you wanted to take all of him. Wanting to please him like he had pleased you, making him see nothing but stars when you'd be done with him.

Make him feel better than any girl had made him feel ever before.

“Christ, woman. You take my cock in so good,” Niragi sighed, putting his hands on the both sides of your head. “Look at me.” You moved your gaze towards his face, making eye contact with him. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth, baby. That okay? Grab my leg if it’s too much, yeah?”

He started pushing his cock first slower in and out of your mouth, making sure you were able to take him well enough and not make you choke too bad. When he noticed you didn’t struggle as much anymore, he started moving your head faster. His hand gripped your hair tightly, his grip so rough your scalp started to hurt but you weren't going to complain. Tears were forming back into your eyes as your nose hit his pelvis, chin rubbing against his balls. You concentrated on breathing through your nose, the hot air tingling against his skin.

You sucked your cheeks inwards, making Niragi let out a loud moan.

“Oh, just like that, sweetheart,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he continued fucking your mouth. “Do that again.”

You could sense he was close but it was starting to become too much, you not able to handle it anymore. You grabbed Niragi’s thigh, just as he had said, squeezing his flesh hard with your fingers. He let go of your head, pulling himself out of his mouth. You coughed violently, throat sore and in slight pain, while he stroked his cock with his own hand a few times until he was about to cum.

“Swallow it,” Niragi grunted, pushing his cock back inside your mouth but not as deep anymore. “Swallow all of it like a good girl.”

And you did — at least most of it, until you started coughing again. Part of his cum flew on the floor with your spit, some of it falling down your chin.

Niragi pulled you up by grabbing your arm, your legs feeling slightly unstable. When you were standing up, he brushed the remaining cum on your face off with his fingers, then pushing them into your mouth. You licked and sucked his fingers clean.

“You look so pretty with my cum all over your face,” Niragi mumbled and pulled you into a deep kiss, his tongue brushing the sore parts of your mouth.

"Was it good?" you repeated his own question to him, which made him smile.

“That was so good, baby."

Niragi pushed you back to the bed and flipped you on your stomach. He pulled your hips towards him, lifting your ass in the air a little bit to meet his throbbing cock.

He placed the tip of his cock against your pussy, rubbing it against you but not pushing in yet.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Niragi, just do it already!” you shouted, growing more and more frustrated. You were about to push yourself up but Niragi was quick to push you back down, his hand on the back of your neck pressing you hard against the mattress.

“Beg for it,” Niragi ordered. “It’s not that hard. Just a few words.”

“Fuck me,” you mumbled. “Fuck me, okay!”

“As you wish,” Niragi murmured and without another word, he dug his fingers in your ass and slammed his cock inside you way faster than you had expected, making you let out a loud scream. “Good, scream as hard as you can, baby girl. I’ll fuck you so good your throat is sore after the night.”

Your throat was already sore from his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, but you kept your mouth shut about that, not wanting to grow his ego any bigger.

“God, you’re so tight,” Niragi mumbled, hitting your cervix with almost every thrust. He was building so much pressure inside you that it became even painful but the pleasure overcame the pain.

Sex with him was even better than last time - a lot better -, now that you were indoors and on a soft bed instead of outside, feeling just cold metal against your back. Last time was way more hurried because you had a timer running down second by second, but now? You had the entire night to hold and fuck each other as much as you wanted — and you knew Niragi wasn’t going to stop any time soon. He could handle you in the best ways possible, being rough but not enough to severely hurt you. He could do anything he wanted to you right now and you’d just take it.

Christ, you had wasted so much time for being so stubborn and rejecting him at the Beach.

His hips slammed against your ass with every thrust so hard you hit the bed frame once in a while, making your head hurt.

“Can we, oh god— Can we move back, a little, just a little bit,” you stuttered between the moans that forced their way out of your mouth. “M-my head hurts.”

He pulled out of you, grabbing your thighs and pulling you backwards a little. You groaned for the feeling of not having him inside you anymore, needing him to fill you completely. He flipped you back on your back, crawling on top of you.

He brushed a few strands of your hair out of your sweaty forehead. “Wouldn’t want my girl get a concussion,” he said quietly. His words somehow managed to make your heart flutter. My girl. Two simple words but they made butterflies spawn inside your stomach.

Niragi pressed his lips against yours, instantly pushing his tongue inside your mouth to explore every corner, going as deep towards your throat as he possibly could. He lined the tip of his cock back against your entrance, pushing inside and continued thrusting inside you with a fast pace while kissing you. He kept your hands against the mattress on both sides of your head, interlocking your fingers with his.

"Faster," you mumbled against his lips. "No, ah- harder."

You didn't think he'd be able to go any faster or harder but he proved you wrong, slamming his hips against you so hard the bed was shaking under you.

He moved his lips down on your neck, starting to suck on several different spots before he found the one which made you go crazy. It felt so good, but…

Wait, no. No, no, no.

“Niragi, wait,” you mumbled, trying to get your hands free from his grip but he pressed your palms against the mattress too hard for you to be able to do that. “Don’t, don’t make any bruises, okay?”

Niragi smirked against your skin, gently biting above your collarbone. “What, scared of me marking you and showing all the other men that you’re already someone else’s?”

He stopped his hips from moving for a second, having his entire length buried inside you and gently brushing your cheek as he looked into your eyes.

“Because, sweetheart, you already belong to me,” he whispered. “You’ll learn to admit it with words too some day.”

For a few seconds there was a little softer look in his eyes but it was gone as fast as it had appeared there. Or maybe you just wanted to see a slightly softer part of him and only imagined it — you weren’t sure.

He kept fucking you like that, violently thrusting in and out of you and hitting your cervix and g-spot repeatedly, not holding back at all, until your orgasm had started to build up so high that you felt like you’d explode soon.

“I’m, I’m close. So close,” you breathed out, clawing his back and wrapping your legs tighter around his waist — clinging on him like a koala on a tree branch.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your hair. Niragi was covered in sweat, his skin turning almost sticky.

Then, your walls clenched around his pulsing cock as you came, the orgasm waving through your body like a waterfall. You were clinging on him so hard it must have hurt him but you didn’t care about anything else than you being in his arms anymore. You arched your back, your toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He slammed his cock inside you one more time, hips pressing against your pussy hard to keep his cock as deep as he possibly could inside you while he spilled every drop of his sperm into your uterus.

Then, his body fell limp against you, the weight of him almost suffocating you. He was out of breath and needed a moment to gather his strength back to lift himself off you.

When he laid down on his back next to you, he closed his eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths. You thought you had already experienced mind blowing sex before, but with Niragi? This was way better than anything else you had ever had before.

Niragi got up and left the room, making you a little confused where he was going but he came back quite soon with a white towel. Your inner thighs were a messy mix of his and your cum, becoming sticky if it managed to dry on your skin. Niragi started rubbing the soft towel on your thighs, cleaning your legs the best he could.

He didn’t say a word during the process of cleaning you, and neither did you. You just admired him being so soft with you, compared to the roughness just a moment ago.

He threw the towel on the floor and laid the both of you down on the mattress.

“You know, I think i called you ‘baby’ several times and my wrists aren’t broken,” Niragi whispered. “I’m starting to think you like it.”

“I don’t,” you denied.

Maybe just a little, you thought.

“Mhm,” Niragi smirked.

You were ready to fall asleep and turned to lay on your side, putting a little distance between you and Niragi, but he wasn’t having it. Niragi grabbed your waist and pulled you back towards him until your back was fully against his chest.

He slowly moved his hand from your stomach to cup your right breast but you grabbed his wrist and placed it back on your waist.

“Goodnight, Niragi,” you said.

“You can’t blame a man for trying,” he smirked.

“Goodnight,” you repeated, closing your eyes.

Niragi pressed a soft kiss on your temple. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

♤♧

Queen of Spades

The next day, you walked to a game arena with Niragi, joining the other players there. It was some sort of a power plant with several floors and staircases.

You scanned the people there until your gaze landed on two familiar faces.

Arisu and Usagi.

Usagi saw you almost as fast as you her. She immediately tapped Arisu on his shoulder, getting his attention and pointing towards you and Niragi.

Niragi put his hand around your shoulder and waved at Arisu, a small smile on his face. Not exactly a ‘happy to see you, old friend’ smile though. You were quick to push his hand away from you and walked to Usagi.

“We’ve been so worried of you,” Usagi gasped and took you into a warm hug. “What happened to you?” She glanced at Niragi, a worry clear on her face. She lowered her voice, trying to prevent Niragi from hearing your conversation. “Are you… okay?”

“I’m fine,” you assured her, adding a little smile after your reply.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Usagi whispered, furrowing her eyebrows. She was entirely aware of what Niragi was capable of doing.

“No, I’m fine,” you confirmed. But apparently Niragi had heard Usagi’s question and approached closer to the two of you now.

“I’m hurt, sweetheart,” he gasped, his hand against his heart. “Now why would I ever hurt a pretty girl like Y/N?”

He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, a grin on his face. You slapped his hand away and walked towards Arisu to talk with him for a moment before the game would start. But you did feel your cheeks warming up and turn slightly pink, your mind grabbing that one compliment in the middle of his sentence - serious or not.

Niragi couldn’t help but grimace a little when he saw you smiling at something what another man said to you. He wanted to be the one to make you smile.

Just him.

♤♧

A man of the Queen's team pushed you over the edge, and you were holding on the railing for your dear life, hanging in the cold night air. The drop to the ground was at least 50 metres, probably more - enough to break your spine and crack your skull.

Enough to kill you.

This was it, you were going to die. Arisu and Usagi had ran elsewhere, they weren’t there to save you. All these games you had survived and now you were going to lose your life because you fell over an edge? How pathetic.

Your hand was just about to slip when someone grabbed your arm. You looked up at your savior.

Niragi.

"What do we have here, huh?” Niragi smirked. “A damsel in distress.”

“Are you claiming to be a prince to come for my rescue?” you scoffed. Your life was now completely in the hands of this man.

A man who could kill a person without regret. A man who didn’t get emotionally attached to anyone else. He could easily just let go and let you fall to your death. Did you matter anything to him? No, you were just a good fuck to him, of course you were. Were you worth saving? Hundreds of thoughts raced through your head in a short span of time.

Niragi pulled you up, instantly pulling you against him by your waist. He brushed your hair with his fingers and pressed your head on the crook of his neck, soothing you with his other hand brushing your back. You hugged him back, holding on him to try and calm down. Niragi felt your body trembling in his hold, not saying a word before you’d get yourself together. Your heart was beating fast, and you had to inhale deep breaths a few times, melting into his touch.

When you had recovered from the initial panic, you broke the hug and pushed yourself away from Niragi, but he kept his hands firmly on your hips.

"Now, what about a kiss for saving your life again?" Niragi suggested, lifting his right eyebrow, a cocky grin on his lips. Was he proud of acting all heroic towards you, being the one to save the day? Well, he had saved your life, so you had to be grateful for him.

"If i refuse, are you going to push me over the railing, just to save me again until i finally agree to kiss you?"

"You know me so well, sweetheart," Niragi smirked, rubbing your shoulders.

You grabbed his head so that this time he wouldn't be able to turn it around. You pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, scarred skin feeling rough against your lips. You started to run away from him towards the place where other players were — the game wasn’t yet over —, leaving Niragi on his own for a moment.

"What a tease," Niragi mumbled with a smile on his face, touching the spot on his cheek you had just kissed.

Niragi caught up with you and grabbed your elbow, yanking you towards him and making you crash on his chest. You tried to push him off but he had a tight grip on your waist now with both of his hands.

"You've let me fuck you dumb twice but now you refuse to simply kiss me," Niragi stated and narrowed his eyes. "Now, why's that? Because there's other people around who could see us, hm? You embarrassed of me, sweetheart?"

You didn't answer. Were you embarrassed of being seen with him? If Arisu or Usagi saw you two together, they'd definitely think something was wrong with you. Usually you didn't give a damn what other people thought of you, but for some reason you wanted to keep Niragi a secret. But was it embarrassment or something else? You weren't sure.

"I'm not embarrassed," you denied but he didn't seem to believe you.

"Mhm," he hummed, letting go of you after eyeing you a few moments longer.

Why did he look a little… upset? Nah, of course you just imagined it.

“So, you wouldn’t mind to do the cheek kiss in front of your little friends?” he tested you.

“What, you want to make us look like an official couple or something?” you scoffed, just joking and raising your eyebrows. He stood now right in front of you, only an inch or two between your bodies as he was towering over you.

“We don’t have to be a couple but you’re still mine,” he murmured, his forefinger under your chin.

“Again, you don’t claim me,” you stated seriously.

“Tell yourself what you want, baby girl,” Niragi said and pressed his hand on the back of your neck, leaning closer to your face, brushing his lips gently past your cheek. “But your pussy will throb only for my cock.”

Shivers traveled down your spine, making you suck in a quick breath. A grin spread on his face, he could read you so well and tell that he had gotten you all to himself.

“I could fuck you against that railing too, I wouldn’t mind other players run past us,” Niragi murmured. “Just give me the word and I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

Looking into your eyes, Niragi realized one thing. He’d do anything for you, anything you asked for him to do. He’d kill any man who’d ever hurt you. He’d pleasure you in the ways that made you see stars and make you feel like you were in a paradise instead of this hellhole. He’d kneel in front of you like a peasant to his queen. Just a word and he’d do anything you wanted.

Did it sting his heart that you didn’t want others see Niragi touching you? It did, a little — but it was better to have you in secret than not at all.

You weren’t only all his — he was also all yours.