„You‘re still pretty, you know?“ Your voice broke through the quietness of the night in your shared room.
After the 10 of hearts, you had dragged Niragi‘s wrecked and ruined body out of the arena, cleansed his wounds, wrapped him in protective bandages. His entire body was burned with second and third degree burns, the ends of his hair completely fried off and his piercings melted into his skin. You cried for him. He just watched you with those dull eyes.
He looked up at you and scoffed. Him? Pretty? You were telling a corpse it was still looking alive.
But your finger ran ever so gently over his bottom lip. That look on your face- so soft and ruined. Like seeing him like this hurt you more than it did him. Like you felt bad for a man like him.
„Cut the shit.“ His words were harsh, but his voice cracked. You hit a place in his heart he had forcefully locked away.
You smiled weakly. „I mean it.“
„You don’t.“ There it was again- the crack in his voice. Like your smile alone could break his walls down.
And maybe it could.
You scooted closer, the blanket falling down to expose your shoulder. You propped yourself up with your arms, looking down at him.
Niragi swallowed. Your breath fawned against his lips.
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synopsis: It starts as a fight in front of everyone at the Beach—Niragi talking too much, acting like he’s untouchable. You drag him off to a corner, and he tries to fight back, but you don’t let him. He struggles, whines, and eventually gives in, shaking and leaking, while you take control. By the end, he can’t hide how much he needs it.
content warnings: 18+, smut, rough sex, hair pulling, light choking, humiliation, degradation, pain kink, crying/tears, power play, brattiness, top male reader, consensual dub-con vibes, edging, no aftercare, pre-Beach collapse, implied Borderlands violence.
word count: 1.9k words
The Beach courtyard felt like a pressure cooker set to explode the second you stepped out. Hatter was on his soapbox—yada yada, Beach rules, nobody cares—but all the real heat was coming off Niragi. He was a live wire, pacing the dusty concrete like a wolf who'd caught the scent of fresh blood. One minute, he was fine; the next, he was shoving some random guy clear out of the way just because the dude dared to exist in his proximity.
Click. The sound of a collective turning away. Everyone at the Beach had mastered the art of selective blindness. You look away, you survive.
But you? You were never good at following the rules.
"Cut it out," you snapped, stepping directly into his path. It was a stupid, reckless move. You knew it the second the words left your mouth.
Niragi stopped dead. His pacing stuttered, his heavy boots scuffing the concrete. He stared at you like you were an abstract concept that had suddenly manifested in his reality. Disbelief. Then rage. His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, and that pissed-off, challenging half-smile, the one that promised violence, pulled at the corner of his mouth.
"You got a problem?" he asked, his voice a switchblade, sharp, too loud, slicing through the mundane hum of Hatter’s speech.
"Yeah," you fired back, meeting his glare head-on. "You're acting like a moron."
A few people froze, mid-conversation, mid-drink. They watched, terrified but glued, out of the corners of their eyes. You didn’t care. Niragi took a step closer, crowding your space. You didn't flinch. You didn’t back up.
"Oh, you think you’re tough?" he sneered and shoved your shoulder. It wasn’t a killer blow, just a test. A little nudge to see if you'd fold.
You didn't. You shoved back. Harder.
He actually stumbled. The crowd murmured. Hatter, mid-tirade, actually looked over.
That did it.
Niragi lunged. His fingers hooked into your shirt, ready to slam you into the nearest flimsy plastic table. But you were faster. You caught his wrist mid-swing, twisted the joint, and used his own momentum to force him back a full step.
For a heartbeat, his eyes went wide, pure shock. Then, the surprise melted away, replaced by something dark and utterly feral.
"You wanna fight?" he hissed, low and vicious.
"No," you said, your voice just a breath. "I want privacy."
Before he could process the sheer absurdity of the statement, you grabbed him by the back of his neck, a brutal, controlling grip, and hauled him away from the crowd. He cursed, a stream of filthy, furious Japanese, struggling and yanking against your hand, but you didn't slow down. You dragged him down one of the long, empty hallways, his heavy boots scraping and stuttering as he fought to keep up with your relentless pace.
"Let go, you little—" he snapped.
"Shut up," you said, and shoved him hard into a shadowed corner, hidden behind a towering stack of forgotten crates. No one ever came back here. Perfect.
He opened his mouth, fire in his eyes, ready to spit out whatever insult bubbled up, but you had him pinned before a single word could escape. Your hand slammed onto his chest, shoving him against the wall, while your other hand locked around his jaw, tilting his head.
He froze.
Not from fear. Never fear. But from pure, staggering surprise. Like he couldn't comprehend that you, of all people, would dare to manhandle the infamous Suguru Niragi in broad daylight.
"You really wanna pretend you don’t like this?" you murmured, your voice low and dangerously close.
His throat worked, bobbing hard. He glared, the hatred in his eyes warring with the fierce, betraying heat that was already flooding his face.
"Fuck you," he managed, the words a raw rumble.
You leaned in closer, your mouth almost brushing his ear. "Keep talking."
His breath hitched, a stuttered intake of air. That was all the admission you needed.
You shoved him harder against the wall, your thigh sliding aggressively between his legs. A quick, sharp gasp escaped him, a sound he immediately tried to choke down with a harsh scoff. Too late.
Your fingers tightened brutally in his hair. He hissed in pain, and you used the leverage to tilt his head back, forcing his mouth to part on instinct.
"Always running your mouth," you ground out, your voice a threat. "Always acting untouchable. But right now?"
You squeezed his jaw until his eyes fluttered.
"You’re shaking."
"I’m not," he started, his voice thick, but you silenced him with pressure, your thigh driving up and finding purchase between his legs. His hips bucked, a desperate, automatic move, before he could physically stop them.
That finally broke his mask.
"Please," he muttered, the word barely audible, a ragged plea torn from his chest.
You let a slow, utterly satisfied smirk spread across your face. "That easy?"
He looked absolutely furious with himself, like his own traitorous body had committed the ultimate betrayal. You didn't give him time to recover. You spun him around, his chest slamming against the cold wall, and your hand wedged hard between his shoulder blades to keep him locked there. His palms flattened against the rough concrete, and a shaky breath escaped him.
"On your knees," you commanded.
He didn't move. Pure, toxic pride held him rigid.
You didn't ask again. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, dragging his head down with a vicious yank. His knees hit the ground with a dull, painful thud, and he let out a choked sound that he instantly tried to swallow back.
"You look good like that," you said, circling him slowly.
"Shut up," he rasped, but the way he was squeezing his thighs together ruined the bite in his voice.
You pushed your thumb against his lower lip. "Open."
He hesitated. Two seconds of his pridefulness.
Then he opened.
“Good boy.”
You slid your thumb inside. He glared, but his lips sucked around the digit despite himself, his eyes already glassy with humiliation and something far, far needier. When you pulled your hand out, a glistening string of spit followed. His face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes flicking away, ashamed at the speed of his surrender.
"You’re gonna listen," you stated, your hand gripping the back of his neck like a leash. "Or I’ll leave you here like this, hard and desperate."
His breath hitched.
"Don’t," he whispered.
You smiled coldly "Then behave."
You forced him down again, his cheek pressed hard to your thigh, his breathing uneven. You grabbed his hips, yanked him closer to your body, and he let out a little choked noise, half pain, half an uncontrollable rush of want.
He hated how much he wanted this. You could feel the hatred shaking through him.
You pushed him down further, until he was braced against the floor with trembling arms, forehead bowed, his body completely open for you. Utterly broken down in a forgotten, dark corner of the Beach where no one could witness his spectacular fall.
"Good boy," you murmured, guiding him firmly into position. "Now stay still and take it as you need it."
He whimpered, a quiet, raw sound, and didn’t move an inch.
You pressed him closer against the wall, one hand still tangled possessively in his hair, the other gripping his hip. His knees dug into the unforgiving concrete, trembling; his arms braced against the dusty floor. Every inhale he took was a stutter, every exhale a small, desperate whine he tried and failed to swallow.
"You’re already leaking for me," you breathed, leaning in close until your mouth brushed the shell of his ear. "Even though you keep pretending you don’t need it."
He growled, his voice rough, chest heaving. "I, don’t—"
You cut him off with a firm press of your thigh, rocking him down, your hips grinding instinctively against his. He jerked violently, gasping, his fists scrabbling uselessly at the floor. His words tried to fight you. His body didn't care.
"Shut up," you said, your voice a low, dangerous growl. "Move your hands where I tell you."
He tried to resist, huffing curses and muttering, but you caught his wrists, pinning them roughly above his head. His chest hit the wall, forehead bowed, and you leaned in, your teeth grazing the delicate shell of his ear.
"You think holding out will make you strong? It won't," you whispered. "It’ll just make this worse for you."
He whimpered, a sound that was half protest, half plea, trying to twist away. You yanked his hair, forcing his head back, and he let out a sharp, choked noise. That’s the sound you’d been waiting for.
"Good boy," you murmured. "That’s it. Stop pretending you’re in control. You’re mine right now."
His hips bucked, an instinctive, total betrayal, even as his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed in furious shame. He hated it. Hated that he loved it. Hated that you had stolen this much power over him.
You slid your hand down to the front of his pants, brushing him roughly, teasing, dragging out every single reaction. He hissed, pressing forward, digging his nails into the floor, trying to push back without moving away.
"Say it," you demanded, low and sharp. "Say who you belong to."
He shook his head frantically. "I, don’t—"
You tightened your grip in his hair, tugging his head back further. "Louder. Now."
"I—I’m yours!" he spat out, the words cracking, his eyes watering with the humiliation.
You smirked. Perfect. That tiny, hairline crack in his armour. You yanked him down to his knees fully, spreading him roughly, and he let out a strangled, frustrated whine.
His pride was gone. His body was a complete, messy betrayal. You didn't even bother slowing down. Every brutal push, every possessive grab, every hard press was designed to make him submit completely.
He tried to hiss, tried to curse, tried to snap at you through gritted teeth, but each time his hips betrayed him again, each time his chest hit the wall or floor and he whimpered under your controlling hand, you knew he’d lost.
You drove into him, rough, deliberate. His body shook uncontrollably, arms braced, his back arching, cheeks wet with tears he desperately didn't want to show. He tried to keep his eyes on yours, tried to glare through the hazy desire, but all he could do was shiver and moan.
"Look at you," you murmured, your teeth grazing his shoulder. "All pride gone. Just taking it like you need it."
He hissed, head falling forward, lips trembling. "Stop… please… I—"
You pressed your hand into his jaw again, tilting his head up. "No talking. You’ll get used to being quiet soon enough."
His thighs clenched around nothing. His hands fisted the floor. He was a helpless, desperate, messy wreck, and you revelled in every second of it.
When he finally came, it was choking, small sobs breaking through, his body shaking like he couldn’t contain himself. You kept him pressed to you, riding him through every pulse, every shudder, letting him ride out every humiliating, desirable moment of broken pride.
"Good boy," you whispered again, dragging him back close. "Mine. Don’t ever forget it."
He whimpered, his chest heaving, his pride shattered, tears streaked across his face. He didn’t say anything. He couldn't. All he could do was let you have him, completely.
Kinktober Day 2 - Kidnapping | Suguru Niragi x F!Reader
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Content Warning: NSFW (18+); plot-heavy porn, quite a bit of smutty smut, sex in an awkward position, some parts may toe the line of dubcon, but don't worry; Reader is kind of crazy, Niragi is forced to be good for Reader (only slightly subby), Niragi and Reader get walked in on by a character, curse words, brief mention of alcohol
I won't tell anyone what or what not to do, but please interact responsibly ✨️
A/N - This is 1000% not the story I was originally planning to write, but I think I like this more than the darker route I'd written first. Maybe one day I'll release the other version of the story 😘
I am SO sorry this got posted so late, I got murdered at work and came home just to get broken up with . . . so . . . there's that.
“We do it this week,” Niragi sneers to the small group of Militants ironically playing cards at the table around him, "I'm getting impatient." The three men glance up, their eyes locking intently on you – dressed adorably in a slinky polka dot bikini, a flowing cover up tied delicately around your hips. It's like you’re silently daring them to look without even realizing that you're doing it.
The men nod in acknowledgement of the job Niragi has tasked them with. They continue staring at you long after the dark-haired menace has sauntered off, his rifle balanced menacingly on his right shoulder. You would be an idiot to not notice how the group of Militants are gawking, given that they’re essentially burning holes in your skin with their probing retinas. Of course you realize it.
They can’t help it, though, not really. Most men of The Beach and even some women are often captivated by your presence. You’re truly a beauty to behold - perched up on your lounger, the glittering cerulean of the pool reflecting off sunkissed skin. But that’s not where it ends; you're also smart, kind, and have something about you that no one can ever seem to place. Cunning.
The three men that Niragi has threatened the unspeakable with have to figure out a way to get you alone. To lure you away from your seemingly endless tribe of friends without any of them noticing or heaven forbid, fighting back. Their brains shift into overdrive as they consider any and all ways to get the deed done, because if they don’t? It’s Niragi’s wrath they'll have to face. And that's a death sentence.
You have to hand it to him, Niragi, that is. He’s certainly a clever guy, devious and masterful even. But there is one major thing that he is not that really works to your advantage – quiet. The man had been parading around The Beach for weeks bragging to anyone and everyone about his plan to kidnap you to finally get a taste of what you’re like, of what you're really hiding from the world.
Your heart had thrummed like a bass drum in your chest when Tatta had hurriedly whispered the gossip in your ear when sliding your favorite fruity drink across the granite bartop one afternoon. Not out of fear, no. Excitement.
Because from your first glance at Niragi, even through all the horror, violence, and gore of Borderland, you've known it – you definitely want a taste of him too.
There’s just one slight problem – a double-edged sword, really. You're both blessed and cursed with a secret, highly overprotective brother that had come along with you to Borderland. By secret, you mean that he had decided it would be safer for you to not be associated with him publicly, given the nature of his position at The Beach.
And Aguni? Well, he had many times explicitly forbade you from so much as breathing the same air as Niragi or any of the other Militants. And when he caught wind of Niragi’s not-so-secret plan?
“I’ll take care of it. You just focus on not getting your head blown off in your next game.”
“Sure, Aguni. You do that . . .,” you’d thought internally with a Cheshire grin. It would only make your own plan run more smoothly.
Because along with your older brother comes the opposite edge of the metaphorical sword - your older brother’s best friend. Also known as the raging lunatic that had built this utopia from the ground up and the man that would certainly stop at nothing to ensure you were happy.
That’s how you’d finally come to this moment, sat precariously on the edge of the couch opposite Hatter, ensuring your body doesn't touch too much surface area - because who the fuck knows what had been there? Takeru's colorful kimono is just barely draped over his shoulders, his heaving chest bare; he's definitely drunk off his ass at ten in the morning and probably high as well, but hey. Who are you to judge what he does in what could be the last days of his life? Most impressive of all are the two pretty, young girls dressed in sparkling, skimpy bikinis flanking him, their hands running over his skin unabashedly as if no one else has ever existed in this world. Quite the power move - one you'd be locking away into the depths of your mind for later.
His head falls back in a characteristic barking laugh after you've explained what you're here for, his sparkling gaze finding yours over the rim of his aviators. “Our little princess is growing up,” he smirks with pride, “Talking about kidnapping some bloodthirsty man just so he can fuck her brains out behind her brother’s back.”
You glare back at him, tapping your fingertips impatiently against your knee. “So will you help me, Takeru?” you ask when he's finally done teasing you. He sits back with a sigh, his arms splaying over the back of the plush couch behind the two girls, expression turned weirdly serious.
"Aguni has warned you on multiple occasions not to get anywhere near Niragi, and yet . . . here you are again seeking him out," he reminds you irritatingly. You nod curtly before swiftly defending yourself. "Yes, but I already told you, Niragi is planning to kidnap me. I just want to give him a taste of his own medicine," you say with faux innocence, bright eyes widened and tone dripping with sugary sweetness.
Hatter hums, stroking his beard in that grating, condescending way that makes your skin crawl. Your teeth find the inside of your cheek, trying to shove down the disdain you feel for your brother's best friend in this moment. You need his help for this to work.
"I could die in my game tomorrow," you remind him coolly, speaking quickly before he can respond. "Seize the day, right? Take what you want today because you might not have the chance tomorrow? Well today I want Niragi. Help me." There's that cunning again. You'd used Hatter's own words against him, and you knew that you had him.
Hatter constructs a flawless plan for kidnapping Niragi without making a fuss, instructing his team of ridiculously muscular bodyguards on exactly what to do. It almost gives you the creeps, how effortlessly the man is prepared to make people disappear, though you decide to ignore that piece of information for now. Before you leave him to whatever sins he's planning to get up to, he promises not to say a word to Aguni about what had transpired here. Though you grin dazzlingly up at him, hugging him tight as a huge thank you, you don't buy his smug bullshit for even a second.
And you are counting on Hatter to tell Aguni everything.
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The excited thud of your pulse thrums in your ears, your breath catching tightly in your chest as you see Niragi begin to stir back into consciousness. Showtime. True to Hatter's plan, his goon squad and yourself had utilized the hotel's CCTV system to locate Niragi when he was away from everyone else, the men knocking him unconscious and dragging him down to this dingy closet in the basement.
He looks almost peaceful like this, asleep under the warm light of just a single, swinging lightbulb. It's as though the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders leaving just a pierced, pretty boy for you to absolutely ruin.
"What the actual fuck is going on?" Niragi's gravelly voice demands the second his brain begins to register that he's both blindfolded and restrained to a chair. He's quick to fight against the restraints like a fish flopping on a hook, and you take the opportunity to jump off the box you'd been perched on to walk towards your prisoner. A wicked grin spreads across your face as you look down at him, bending over so that your lips brush against the shell of his ear.
"Looks like I've turned the tables on you, Niragi," you murmur, sharp teeth nipping at his earlobe. Obviously completely blindsided by the turn of events, he jumps at your proximity, whispering your name incredulously like it's a curse word.
"You're kidding me...," he spits. "How?"
Your head falls back in a sinful laugh, slowly ridding yourself of your bikini as if you were performing a strip tease, though knowing that Niragi wouldn't have the pleasure of seeing it. "You underestimated me, Suguru," you say, voice dripping with malice as your strappy bikini top slips to the floor with a tiny clink of the metal clasp.
"You think you're the only one with connections to people in high places?" You chuckle, not giving him the chance to interject before speaking again. Completely bare and full of confidence, you allow your arms to drape over his shoulders, your lean legs straddling his hips as you crawl into his lap. The best part about having Niragi blindfolded is how reactive and sensitive it makes him; the man initially flinching as you crawl into his lap, then becoming characteristically agitated as he realizes he can't touch you.
Before he can begin complaining, you unbutton his shirt slowly, exposing his muscular and scarred chest to you. Delicate fingers trace over each line, every one of them telling a story that you'd one day have to ask about. Arousal floods your core simply at the sight of him like this, and you realize quickly that you're absolutely fucked when it comes to him.
"For fuck's sake . . .," he growls, his wrists straining against the rope and cutting into his porcelain skin, "If you aren't going to let me see you, at least let me touch you." His whiny tone is damn-near pleading, sending a shiver down your spine. You hum in consideration, teasing the dark-haired man underneath you, and honestly? Yourself too.
"I don't know, Niragi," you hum. "Can you be good for me?" The Militant huffs impatiently, because who the hell do you think you are to try to manhandle Suguru Niragi? But for whatever reason, he allows his body to relax against the restraints, showing you he can be good if it means you'll let him touch your naked body.
You lean forward to reach for the ropes binding his hands, ultimately squishing your bare tits against his, making both of you suck in a desperate breath at the unintentional (but very welcome) contact. Your hips instinctively grind down against the rapidly growing bulge in his jeans, busying your hands with getting the ropes untied as quickly as possible.
Niragi chuckles lowly at the flustered way you react, turning his head to press open-mouthed kisses to the delicate flesh of your neck. "You've wanted me all this time, haven't you angel?" He questions dangeously, smirking proudly against your skin.
You swallow a needy whimper, doubling down on the particularly difficult knot to free Niragi's hands. Determination courses in your veins to maintain dominance in this encounter. Even blindfolded and still mostly tied up, he finds the extra sensitive spot near your collarbone that makes you moan, your wet heat absolutely dripping for him.
"I knew it, princess," he mutters between bruising sucks and bites to your throat, "I knew there was something special in you."
The ropes finally, blessedly fall away, followed quickly by the surprisingly soft black and white fabric that you'd loosened earlier. Your eyes light up with an idea, scooping the shirt up and shrugging it over your own shoulders. Despite the barrier of the blindfold you can see Niragi's expression darken - he's obsessed with the idea of fucking you while wearing his shirt. And let's be honest, you both know that you look better in it.
"Fuuuck . . .," he growls, using his newly freed hands to map out every inch of your skin; imagining you completely bare for him in just his favorite shirt, his thumbs eventually finding a landing spot over your pebbled nipples. Niragi's hips unconsciously buck up into your bare, dripping folds, desperately seeking additional friction for his throbbing length.
Your head falls back with heat and desire, but again you stifle the whimper that threatens your control over the man you'd somehow successfully kidnapped and tied up. "I'm in control, or everything stops," you chastise, licking a salacious stripe up the column of his throat. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that he finally let a whimper slip from deep within his chest.
As a reward, your hands finally find the buckle of his belt, expertly yanking it off and to the concrete floor with a loud clatter. With a steadying breath, you're able to undo the button and zipper that are keeping the two of you separated, lifting your hips just enough to allow his thick, veiny cock to spring free. You can feel your core ache at the sight of it dripping and throbbing against his abs, your thumb reaching out in awe to spread pre-cum liberally over him.
"You're seriously doing this?" Niragi hisses through gritted teeth, very obviously trying to hold back from desperately thrusting into your hand, heeding your threat from earlier.
"I've always wanted to," you admit into his ear breathily, whining desperately as you tease his cock through your dripping wet folds before finally, finally, allowing yourself to sink down. The combined moans that echo around the tiny space form the most beautiful melody either of you have ever heard, one of Niragi's arms wrapping around your waist to guide your pace, and the other thumb reaching between you to expertly circle your swollen clit.
Your body melts into his chest, bare skin melding to bare skin as you ride him quickly, messily, and loudly towards the climax that's already coming far too soon. "You're a terrible dominatrix," he murmurs into your ear teasingly, pressing a wet kiss to the side of your face. This time, you can't bring yourself to disagree, far too gone in your pleasured haze to act like something you aren't.
Niragi makes good use of his strong ab muscles to compensate for his legs still being tied up, thrusting up into you faster and harder as he feels your tight heat begin to flutter. "Gonna cum already, princess? You like having me all tied up for you?" He teases, your moans and the way your hole clenches like a vice around his length all the answer he needs.
"Then cum, baby . . . cum on my cock," he coos, pressing more firmly on your clit. His hips snap up into you at a nearly inhuman pace. If not from the stimulation, then from the wet, echoing sounds of his heavy balls slapping against your tender skin, you cum hard.
"F-fuck . . . Niragiiii!" you wail, eyebrows threaded together, and lips parted in a low, guttural groan, the rhythmic pulse of your wet orgasm triggering his own. He snarls, balls tightening, emptying rope after rope of hot, white cum deep to coat your walls.
Just then, even over the sound of your heaving pants, sweaty foreheads pressed together as you come down from your highs, you hear a commotion of boots hitting the concrete and men's voices shouting in the hallway. The flimsy door to the closet bursts open, a far too familiar voice screaming your name. "Niragi, did you -" Aguni starts angrily before taking in the full scene, yelping and shielding his eyes from the unwanted view once it registers.
His baby sister, dressed only in Niragi's favorite shirt. Sitting on the dick of the man he'd warned her about time and time again.
And you? You look back at your brother, pleased with your performance. "I'm not a baby anymore," you tell him like it's a conversation over dinner, as though you aren't still sitting panting and dripping on NIragi's cock. "I can make decisions for myself. And this . . . this is my favorite decision I've ever made."
Your brother scoffs in disgust, Niragi chuckling underneath you. "Do you mind?" You ask when he remains frozen there, still shocked by the happenings. "We want to finish."
Completely stunned and speechless, Aguni blinks a few times as if trying desperately to reboot himself or wake up from some kind of nightmare. He scowls again before turning on his heel and walking out of the closet, telling the men he'd brought with him that he'd kill them all if they so much as peeked into the room.
When the door to the closet slams shut and you're once again left alone with Niragi, you blink down at him with lovesick eyes, lifting the blindfold off his head to take in his dark gaze.
"You lost the bet, Suguru. I knew I could successfully kidnap you first," you say triumphantly before finally capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
Niragi laughs into your mouth before deepening the kiss, his arms wrapping more securely around your frame. "Fuck you're hot . . . thank fuck you're already mine. Was Aguni walking in a part of your master plan?" He asks curiously, brushing some of untamed hair out of your face.
You nod, pressing a kiss to his nose. "I decided to take a page out of Hatter's book. A power move."
A power move that will really work, because Aguni is never going to forbid you from seeing your boyfriend again.
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3 times a charm (or maybe the 6th?)
Niragi x Reader
Summary: Five times Niragi tried to flirt with you and that one time when he succeeded.
Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut -> minors get out
A/N: Thank you ♡ I've needed to get Niragi smut out of my system. Hope you're well fed now for a moment.
Part 2
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One
You arrived to the Beach with Arisu and Usagi. Half of the people at the pool party stopped and turned to look at you, making you feel a little awkward of the attention you were pulling to yourself.
A few people introduced themselves to you, until you noticed a certain man looking at you from head to toe, his stare more intense than the others there.
"Hey there, pretty face," a man with black hair smirked, walking towards you. "What's your name?"
You rolled your eyes, already able to tell what kind of man you were about to be dealing with. "What's it to you?"
"Well, i'd like to have a name to call you with, but i can keep 'pretty face' too if you're into that," he smiled.
You hesitated for a few seconds, studying his face for a moment. He was probably around your age, certainly taller than you and, you had to admit, quite a good-looking too. "Y/N."
"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he smirked and offered his hand to you. "Niragi. Pleasure to meet you."
You hesitantly took his hand in yours to shake it, but when he had a grip on you, he yanked you forward so fast that you almost tripped, crashing against his chest. He lifted your face upwards to make eye contact with you by his forefinger under your chin.
"Can't wait to get to know you better, Y/N," he said quietly, biting his lower lip as he quickly glanced at your lips. It happened so fast you could have easily imagined it though.
Him saying your name outloud made your heart flutter a little, and his words were about to make you slightly blush, so you were fast to brush his hand off your face and return to hang out with Arisu and Usagi.
"I don't think so," you said right before you left him alone.
You could feel Niragi's stare on you when you walked away from him without another word.
♤♧
Two
You were on your way to the pool when Niragi appeared behind a corner, almost crashing on you.
"There you are," Niragi greeted, a smile spreading on his face.
"Um, hello?" you slowly said, confused and eyebrows furrowed.
Niragi pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall. He trapped you there, hands on both sides of your head.
"Finally got you alone, princess," Niragi grinned. "Want to have some fun, hm?"
"I'll pass," you stated coldly, face completely serious. Niragi slowly dropped his hands down, moving to rest them on your hips instead.
"Come on, princess. I can make you feel so –"
You lifted your leg, your knee kicking him hard on his crotch. Niragi folded in half in pain, falling on his knees on the floor. You pushed him to lay on his back, keeping him there by laying your foot on his chest. His face looked genuinely surprised.
"Call me princess again and i won't be as gentle with you anymore," you gritted between your teeth.
Niragi only grinned. "Sorry, but your effort of intimidating me backfired a little because that was actually pretty hot."
You just huffed and left him to lay there without another word.
"You'll give in at some point, sweetheart!"
♤♧
Three
You were laying by the pool in your red bikinis when you felt a shadow landing on top of you.
"You're blocking the sun," you muttered.
You thought he had left you alone when the shadow was gone, but when you opened your eyes, you saw him laying down next to you, only a small gap between your bodies.
"Niragi, can you get it into your head already – i'm not going to sleep with you," you sighed, starting to get really annoyed.
"Hey, i didn't even mention anything about sex now, no need to get defensive," Niragi said but you saw the usual smug grin on his face. "You look good in bikinis though."
"Thanks," you spat with no actual gratitude. "What do you want?"
"I thought we should get to know each other better."
"You want to get to know me?" you asked, getting up enough to lean on your elbows. You narrowed your eyes, feeling suspicious. "Why?"
"You intrigue me," he admitted.
"I intrigue you?" you repeated, sure you heard him correctly. "Just because i'm pretty and i don't want to fuck you?"
Niragi let out a laugh. "Partly."
"There's literally dozens of girls here, why don't you go bother someone else?"
He turned to lay on his side, his body towards you. "Because you're different. We're more alike than you think."
"Yeah? How exactly are we alike?"
"First of all – you're hot, i'm hot."
"Me? Obviously. You? Debatable," you corrected him.
"Excuse me?" Niragi said, raising his eyebrows and pretending to act offended. "You don't think i'm hot?"
"I've seen better," you shrugged, trying to act all nonchalant.
"See, that's the second thing we have in common – mocking sarcasm," he pointed out.
"And a third thing?" you asked.
"We're both outcast."
"You don't even know me," you stated. "How can you know i'm outcast? I could have been the most popular and wanted girl in our school."
"Oh, i'm sure you were wanted by many, many guys," he grinned, eyeing your body again, until he narrowed his eyes, locking eyes with you. "But i can tell you were the black sheep. You don't follow and do what other people do just because the society tells you you should act certain way."
You furrowed your brows. You hated when people were able to read you. You wanted to deny every word he claimed to be true about you, but you couldn't do that.
"See, i knew i was correct," he said when he got only silence from you, clearly proud of himself.
"Shut up," you spat.
"What do i have to do for you to stop resisting my company so hard, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to bring you flowers or whatever the hell girls like to get as gifts?"
"Giving gifts shouldn't be an obligation," you said. "And i don't care about flowers."
"What do you care about then?" Niragi asked, narrowing his eyes and mentally taking notes.
"I know you only care about getting into my pants and i'm not that kind of girl."
To be honest, you'd had hookups with a few men you knew you'd never see again afterwards and you had nothing against that. Sometimes mindless sex with no commitments was what you needed, but for some reason you didn't want to give in to Niragi, no matter how good-looking you had to admit he was – you'd never say it outloud to his face though. You didn't want to make his ego any bigger.
"You're not, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to buy you a dinner first?"
"No, thank you," you refused and turned your face away from him. You closed your eyes and tried to ignore him, continuing to enjoy the sun.
"Well, what do i need to do to get your attention?"
"You could start by going away."
♤♧
Four
A guy approached you and this time, it wasn't Niragi. "Hey, there," he greeted with a smug grin on his face, eyeing you from head to toe. Way to go to be subtle. "What's your name, beautiful?"
"Too-good-for-you," you responded and crossed your arms against your chest, as if that would cover enough of you wearing only the bikini top. You felt awfully exposed under his hungry gaze.
"Sassy, i like that," he grinned. "Come on, we should get to know each other." He stepped closer, while you took automatically a step back.
"No thanks," you said, trying to put a polite smile on your face.
"What's going on here?" a familiar voice asked, appearing next to you out of thin air. You smelled his cologne when he pulled you close to his side, arm around your waist.
The man, whose name you didn't know, made eye contact with Niragi, trying to look all defensive.
"Sorry, but i think i was talking to her, so i'd suggest you to leave," the man stated, and you were a little taken aback how directly he was defending himself to Niragi.
"I don't think so, pal," Niragi said, giving him a death stare. After a moment of trying to decide if he should stand up to Niragi or not, the man walked away, knowing Niragi owned a gun.
Nobody wanted to make a man, who owned a gun, angry.
You hadn't fully realised that Niragi was actually touching you, keeping you against him, since you had been partly even grateful that he had stepped in to get the man away from you. You quickly pushed him away.
"What are you doing?" you asked.
"I'm not going to let other men touch my girl," he stated like saying a fact everyone should obviously know.
"I'm not your girl," you denied and crossed your arms.
"Yeah? Still, you didn't pull away when i grabbed you like this," he pointed out and pulled you against him one more time by your waist, his touch sending you goosebumps around your body, radiating to every direction from the spot his hand was resting. "Admit it, you like that i show others i've claimed you."
"You haven't claimed me!" you shouted, a little too loudly, trying to push him away from you but he wouldn't let go right away.
"Tell yourself whatever you want, pretty face," Niragi smirked.
You didn't want to admit it to yourself but you did like it when he had his hand on your skin.
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Five
"She's the witch! Let's burn her!"
A man lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you towards the fire outside.
"Let go of me!" you screamed.
You were hitting his back with your fists, trying to get him to let you down but his grip was too tight, and he didn't mind the little pain against his back you were causing. You were trying to kick him with your feet but it was no use, he was a lot stronger and bigger compared to you. You were starting to get awfully close to the fire.
Burning alive wasn't on your list of preferred causes of death.
"Hey, asshole!" someone yelled, making the man carrying you stop on his tracks. "Put the lady down immediately."
You recognised the voice easily, you'd recognise it everywhere by now.
"But, but she might be the witch!"
"Shut the fuck up and put her down," Niragi commanded.
He let you down, probably having a gun pointed at his face. As you had been put down, that same man fell down on the ground almost instantly, a bullet pierced right through his forehead.
"Was that really necessary?" you asked and crossed your arms against your chest.
"He was just about to throw you in the fire," he stated, stepping closer to you, only a little gap between your bodies. You didn't back away from him. "A thank you would be nice."
"Well, thank you," you muttered and avoided eye contact with him, but he turned your face towards him with his hand on your cheek.
"Don't you think i deserve a kiss for saving you?" Niragi asked, lifting his left eyebrow.
"A kiss?" you asked, not sure if you heard him correctly. "You genuinely want only one kiss?"
"Yes."
"I don't think so," you chuckled.
"Come on, sweetheart, it's only a kiss, i'm not going to start ripping your clothes off," Niragi smirked. "We don't have time for that right now."
"On the cheek," you insisted.
"Better than nothing."
You rolled your eyes and leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, but just in time he turned his head so that you kissed him straight on his lips.
You gasped in horror and was about to slap him on the cheek, but he figured out you'd lift your hand to do that and grabbed your wrist.
"Calm down, princess," Niragi said, smile on his face. "You can admit that you liked it."
"I didn't," you stated, but a part of you would have wanted to do that again. Properly to see how his lips really felt like on yours.
"Tell yourself whatever you want." He winked at you and then left you alone, resting his gun against his shoulder.
For a moment you looked after him, keeping your finger on your lower lip, cheeks warming up a little bit.
♤♧
Six
You had entered the King of Clubs game with your friends, and had surprisingly gotten the man who had become obsessed with you along – Niragi, of course.
Currently, you were standing next to Niragi, just the two of you, facing a man from the opposite team. You didn't have much time left to beat the game, your team was losing and your death was near. Still, you had to take every point you'd get.
Niragi offered his hand to you. You only looked at it with a slight disgust on your face.
"Come on," Niragi rolled his eyes. "It's just for the game."
You hesitantly took his hand in yours, raising your points to 5400. You managed to touch the man, adding 500 points for your team and making the man curse under his breath.
"See how good team we are," Niragi leaned in to whisper into your ear, his hot breath on your skin sending tingles down your spine.
You tried to yank your hand off but Niragi wouldn't let go.
"Niragi, let go of me," you groaned.
"But your hand feels so nice," he complained.
"Nice?" You lifted your eyebrows. "My hand feels nice?"
"Yeah, it's softer than i imagined," Niragi plainly said.
"You've imagined what my hand would feel like?" you asked.
"Sweetheart, i've imagined what your entire body would feel like on mine," Niragi whispered, now standing in front of you, extremely close.
"I told you, i'm not going to sleep with you," you insisted.
"Mhm," he hummed. "You know that our team is clearly losing and we only have 15 minutes to live. Might as well use it better than dwelling on self pity how we're going to die soon. Don't you think?"
Niragi lifted his hand on your cheek, but you brushed it off and turned around to leave. Before you were able to get further than a few steps, Niragi grabbed your elbow, pulling you back.
"Why don't we finish what we should have started at the Beach, hm?" he murmured in your ear, standing behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist. "We're gonna die anyway soon so why waste the time just sitting around when we can make a use of it?"
Niragi had tried to get your clothes off since the day he first saw you but you had resisted him every time he was about to put his hands on you.
The only thing you were able to think about right now was that you truly were going to die soon. There was no hope for you anymore, for none of your friends. Why not replace all that pouting and depressed waiting with one round of mindless, meaningless sex - even if it was with Niragi.
"Oh for fuck's sake," you mumbled and turned around, seeing the hungry smirk on his scarred face. You were going to hate yourself for this but you didn't care to think anymore, sure you were dead meat already.
You pulled Niragi into a kiss, and he didn't hesitate a moment longer to kiss you back, forcefully sneaking his tongue inside your mouth to taste every part of you.
He pulled your top off, admiring the view of your bare upper body. He was about to unclasp your bra as well, but you slapped his hand away.
"Even though we're about to die, you don't get to see everything," you stated seriously, amusing Niragi.
"I like how hard to get you're constantly playing with me," he smirked. "Even now."
He pushed you against the red container behind you, your bare back being glued on the cold metal. Niragi pulled your shorts down and didn't hesitate a second longer, pushing two fingers into your vagina, making you let out a loud gasp.
"Yes, be as loud as you can, princess," Niragi murmured and pumped his fingers harder inside you, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spots, as if he had done this to you already many times before.
"Oh, fuck," you gasped, but then he pulled his fingers off and started unbuckling his belt to get his pants off. You shot him an angry glare.
"Time's running, we don't have time to do everything and i want to cum inside your sweet little pussy before i die," he growled, making you even more aroused than before.
He stroked his cock a few times and then pushed inside you. You let out a loud moan, not able to keep it down.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted against your neck.
He grabbed your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist and didn't let you adjust more than a few seconds, starting to push in and out of you roughly.
Having him inside you, you started to regret a little for pushing him away at the Beach. You didn't want to admit it to yourself though. You didn't want him to know that he had finally won after his several attempts, but being inside you he was well aware of that.
Just now you realised how much you truly had craved sex and having someone this close to you – even if it was Niragi.
He moaned and grunted against your neck as he fastened his pace. He started sucking on different spots around your neck until he found one which made you insane and feel so good. You could feel his tongue piercing against your skin, the metal ball feeling slightly cold.
"Oh my god," you moaned, grabbing his hair roughly with your fingers.
You were starting to reach your climax, sharp nails digging on his shoulders, most definitely leaving marks. He came right after you, his body squeezing you harder against the large container when he let his body relax a little bit, but still managing to keep you up and not make you fall on the ground.
"My god, you felt so good," Niragi sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear, taking you into a hungry kiss.
Suddenly, a familiar female voice spoke again.
"The scores have changed," the voice announced. "The player team now leads with 500 points."
Both you and Niragi stopped moving, breaking the kiss, freezing to your places as you turned your heads to the large white screen showing the scores of both teams.
"What the-"
"Fuck," you breathed out.
There was only a minute left of the game by now and your team was suddenly winning. You weren't going to die? What the hell had Arisu and the others done?
Niragi looked at you, grinning.
"Well, well," he mumbled. "I guess we can have a round two some other day, since we won't die after all."
You scoffed, pushed him off you and pulled your shorts back on.
"Not going to happen," you denied and shook your head, pulling your top on as well. Right after, Niragi pulled you towards him, your back against his chest once again.
"Well, i'm sure we'll end up in another situation where we're gonna die in a few minutes and you'll need a quick last minute fuck," Niragi said and lowered his voice into a whisper, speaking right into your ear. He brought his hand up and massaged your left breast. "I'll be there waiting for you, princess."
You pushed him off again, a little too roughly. Cum was dripping down your leg. You brushed the cum on your hand and cleaned it on Niragi's shirt.
"Oh you want to attach your smell on me so i surely won't stop thinking about you, huh?"
"Think whatever you want, i don't care. I just don't see a sink or toilet paper here to clean myself up right now."
Arisu, Kuina and Usagi saw you and Niragi approaching them a few minutes later.
"Where have you two been?" Usagi asked, looking genuinely worried with her furrowed brows. "We've been looking for you."
Niragi smirked. "Wouldn't you want to know."
You smacked him on his chest and gave him a death stare. "Not. A. Word," you gritted through your teeth.
Your words managed to only amuse Niragi even more.
Setting: it takes place in season 3, but I don’t think there are any major spoilers or anything that would ruin it for you if you haven’t watched it yet
Warnings: Fluff with a hint of angst, mentions of Niragi’s rough past, mild language,and yes, I had to make it a hot one ‘cause I literally can’t write anything purely fluffy… SORRYYYYY
Masterlist aib / main masterlist
Word Count: 700words
A/n:guys, I watched season 3 and like… I’m not sure if I actually liked it 😭 it felt kinda mid, especially the ending, but I think I’ll rewatch all three seasons in a row to see if my opinion changes (even tho I don’t think it will).
Also I just wrote something short ‘cause I wanted to drop smth about AIB, but I’ll still think twice before writing about the new characters ‘cause idk if I really liked them that much… that’s it lol
Niragi as your boyfriend who…
—sfw
…stumbles into romance like it’s a battlefield he’s learning to navigate. He shows up at your door with a lopsided bouquet, muttering, “I didn’t know which ones you’d like, so… here.” His pierced brow furrows, but when you smile, his tough-guy act melts into a smirk that screams I’m trying.
…loves with an intensity that could burn stars. His kisses are fierce, like he’s pouring every unsaid word into them, but he pulls back, breath shaky, whispering, “Tell me if it’s too much.” It’s never too much, and he knows it from the way you tug him closer.
…talks about his kid with a pride that makes your heart ache. He calls his son “little runt” with a grin, showing you a messy dinosaur drawing he swears is “tattoo-worthy.” When he catches you staring, all soft-eyed, he ducks his head, mumbling, “Stop making me feel sappy.”
…guards you like the world’s still a game of survival. If someone so much as glares your way, he steps in front, all sharp edges and narrowed eyes. But instead of fists, he slings an arm around you, growling, “They’re not worth your time, babe.”
…lets you see his scars, inside and out. Some nights, he wakes up gasping, ghosts of Borderland haunting him. He doesn’t talk about it, but he lets you trace the scars on his face, your touch grounding him as he murmurs, “You make the dark feel less heavy.”
…teases you just to hear you laugh. He steals your fries, calls you “princess” with a mocking grin, and cackles when you swat at him. Then he pulls you into his lap, smirking, “Alright, you win—just don’t get used to it.”
…dreams of a future he’s scared to believe in. Over late-night pizza, he lets slip, “What if we had a place? For the kid, for us… maybe more little brats running around?” He plays it off, but the way he watches you says he’s already picturing it.
…is yours, fiercely and forever. Niragi’s past is a storm, but with you, he’s found calm. He looks at you like you’re his reason to keep fighting, his reason to be better, and when he says “mine,” it’s not possession—it’s a promise.
—nsfw
…fucks you senseless against the wall, no mercy. He slams you against the surface, pierced lips devouring yours in a bruising kiss as he growls, “You’re mine tonight.” His hard cock presses against your thigh through his jeans, and he rips your shirt open, hands rough as he grabs your ass, lifting you to grind his throbbing length against your dripping core.
…eats you out like he’s starving. He shoves your thighs apart, tongue piercing flicking against your clit with maddening precision. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans, sucking hard before plunging his tongue deep inside your wet pussy, fingers pumping in sync until you’re screaming his name, soaking his face as you cum.
…pounds you into the mattress like it’s his last mission. He’s relentless, cock slamming into you so deep it feels like he’s splitting you open. “Take it all, baby,” he snarls, pinning your wrists above your head, hips snapping with brutal force. Each thrust hits your G-spot, making you squirt around him as he smirks, “That’s my girl.”
…loves when you take control, but only to break you. You tie his wrists with his own belt, riding his thick cock slow, teasing until he’s growling, “Fucking move.” You smirk, rolling your hips, but he snaps free, flips you onto your stomach, and spanks your ass hard before fucking you into the sheets, your moans muffled as you cum again.
…marks every inch of you. His teeth sink into your neck, leaving dark hickeys as he thrusts deep, cock pulsing. “Everyone’s gonna see these,” he rasps, fingers bruising your hips while his cum spills hot inside you, dripping down your thighs as he keeps going, overstimulating you until you’re a shaking, whimpering mess.
…talks filthy in the heat of it. “You love my cock stretching you, don’t you?” he pants, fingers circling your clit as he fucks you through another orgasm. “Gonna fill you up again, make you beg for it.” His voice is raw, and the promise of more has you clenching around him, pulling another guttural moan from his lips.
…holds you close after wrecking you. When you’re both spent, bodies slick with sweat and cum, he pulls you against his chest, kissing your temple softly. “You’re my fucking world,” he whispers, voice rough but tender, his fingers tracing your skin like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.
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Your little squeaks of pleasure are muffled by your hand, eyes shut tightly as that damned piercing drags over your swollen bud. Strong hands hold your thighs open, a dark head of hair nestled between them, lapping like a man starved. Your back is pressed against the bed, with Niragi knelt next to it, your knees hooked over his shoulders as he hums softly, the noise vibrating straight through you.
A needy moan leaves you, and he can’t help the way his lips quirk up. “God, baby. You’re so sexy.” Niragi sighs, his breath fanning over your wet pussy. “Let me hear you, don’t be shy.” He croons, sipping at your hole as if he was tasting wine. “So fucking sweet,” Niragi exhales, almost dreamily.
You squeal as his tongue slides inside, curling up and licking at your velvety walls. His long tongue teases you for a second, his piercing cold compared to his organ. Slowly, he drags out of you, licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit. “Up.” He urges, moving up onto the bed with you, grabbing your hips.
Lying back, he brings you up to sit on his face, enjoying the way your clit nudges his nose as your hips desperately squirm. His tongue slides through your folds, flat against your sex as you ride his face, little noises leaving you as he services you. Niragi loved it, the way you shift and whine, as well as the way he can put his tongue to use. The man under you can’t help but groan as you cum, slurping your juices up hungrily.
You pant, sucking in shaky breaths, shivering as his hands hold your hips down on his face. “Suguru!” You gasp, whimpering as he teases your clit with his tongue piercing, hips bucking. “Stay still,” he murmurs, muffled by your pussy, “not done yet.” Niragi adds, continuing his motions. Your pussy was divine, he could do this forever, until you’re shaking and whimpering out of overstimulation. And, well… he had you here now. Why stop?
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This fanfiction was written by VanillaLoafCake, all rights reserved. I do not consent to people reuploading my fics, feeding my work to ai, or stealing my work. If you wish to translate my work, please give credits, but getting in contact is not necessary so long as I am tagged appropriately. Thank you.
authors note: first post, just a quick drabble to get something out whilst i have works in progress. my lungs and chest feel funny, but the grind doesn’t stop. more will be posted soon, hopefully, if i don’t get sick. -vlc 🧡
tweeted this earlier but it's genuinely fucking me up so heres a compilation of Niragi softening his voice whenever he enters into a convo with Chishiya... BY THE WAY.
a/n: I’m currently halfway through AIB season 3 and have so many fics I want to write! Some Arisu, Niragi and definitely for Ryuji! In the meantime, hope you enjoy this until I finish watching season 3! - E🌻
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A = Aftercare (what are they like after sex)
Has little to no knowledge about aftercare. If it's a one night stand then he couldn't give a shit. With a long term partner I can see him caving and letting their partner teach him how to give aftercare but he'd make a huge fuss about having to do it. Like he'd be rolling his eyes, scoffing and scowling as he's forced into post-sex snuggles or having to take a relaxing bath with his partner.
B = Bodypart (favourite body part of theirs and their partners)
His tongue makes a regular appearance, partly because he likes the look of the piercing, mainly because he enjoys freaking people out whenever he twirls it around like a maniac. He's also pretty talented at using it to go down on you (the rare times he does) and loves knowing he can make you squirm and cry out with pleasure just from using it.
Niragi's favourite body part in a partner would be their ass and eyes. Ass for obvious reasons (he's perverted like that) and eyes not because he'd find them particularly captivating, but because he enjoys seeing them tear up during sex. They're like little windows into your mind, giving away everything you're thinking and feeling.
C = Cum (anything to do with it basically)
As much as he'd like to, he'd never finish inside without a condom. It would be a way for him to claim you so intimately, but he doesn't want to run the risk of getting you pregnant in the borderlands. So instead he'd settle with finishing on your stomach, back, ass basically anywhere he can rub it into your skin. He's obsessed with marking and claiming you as his and is another reason why he grumbles during aftercare when you insist he clean you up.
D = Dirty Secret (self-explanatory)
Niragi 1000% has a blood kink, you can't convince me otherwise. He'd make little cuts all over your body before using his tongue to lick up the blood all while telling you what a dirty little freak you were for allowing him to do it to you.
He would also have a weapon kink. Basically anything that allowed him to have Total control over you in bed. If that means he gets to shove the barrel of his loaded gun down your throat, his fingers hovering over the trigger while he fucks you, then yeah he'd totally be game for it. The more trust you show him, the more turned on he'd get. The idea that you trust him enough to mark you up or place loaded weapons in your face, knowing he'd never do anything to distress you, that's the most important thing to him.
E = Experience (how much experience do they have?)
We all know Niragi had zero experience during his high school days since he was bullied pretty brutally. When he graduated and changed his entire image he took on a fuck boy persona that over time became his personality. Safe to say he has plenty of experience and always initiates sex whenever the need for him strikes. Very rarely will he wait for you to make a move and sex is never vanilla. He's had plenty of experience with BDSM and explored many kinks in his pursuit of pleasure, something he is more than happy to introduce them to you both daily and nightly.
F = Favourite Position (self-explanatory)
I can imagine Niragi enjoying taking you from behind, grabbing fistfuls of your hair and yanking until your spine arches. From there you can expect some pretty rough but spectacular sex. Apart from that, whatever position that allows Niragi to take control and dominate you is preferred. Tying you up is fun for him and it always shocks you how gentle he is in the first few minutes, checking in with you and your comfort.
G = Goofy (serious or silly in the moment?)
Both. It completely depends on his mood at the time. He enjoys being able to make you giggle when trying something new in the bedroom and you’re feeling uneasy, but when you’re both comfortable he switches to serious pretty quickly. He’s unpredictable.
H = Hair (what is their opinion on grooming?)
Niragi doesn't care what he looks like down there and honestly wouldn't care about your opinion on it either. The only grooming he takes seriously is the hair on his head. He takes pride in keeping it well managed in a high bun and little strands framing his face.
I = Intimacy (how romantic are they during the moment?)
I'd say Niragi is more possessive than romantic with his partners. Prefers rough, kinky sex than soft and sensual. However, I can definitely see him being romantic after one of the games almost kills either you or him, like it puts things into perspective for him and he'll realise how much he cares for you. Those occasions are rare because he doesn't let you go into games where he can't protect you.
J = Jack Off (masterbation)
Always. He's a horny bastard and on the rare instance you can't have sex he'll be masterbating to the thought of fucking you hard against a wall as punishment for not being at his beck and call. He has an extremely high sex drive exacerbated by the extreme violence of borderlands which he seems to thrive off.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Niragi would have lots of kinks that he's indulged in. Blood kink and weapon play has already been discussed. Definitely dom/sub and he enjoys humiliating/degrading his partner and then cleaning up the mess left behind. Definitely a sadist in that sense. I can see him enjoying giving out punishment to his partner if they've disobeyed rules set out or done something without his approval (feeding into the dom/sub kink). Basically, Niragi loves control and being the dominant one in the relationship.
L = Location (their favorite place to do it)
Wherever he can get his hands on you.
At the pool? You can expect sneaky fingers trailing up your thigh and into your bikini bottoms.
In an executive meeting? He'll be whispering dirty words into your ear, not caring who hears while you squirm in your seat.
In an empty hallway? Niragi will have you pinned up against a wall, legs wrapped around him as he fucks into you. He even encourages you to be loud, wanting someone to find you, for them to know who you belong to.
M = Motivation (what turns them on)
You being sassy or a brat turns them on, the idea that he gets to put you in your place gets him going the most. The dom/sub dynamic you have going on turns him on the most.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
Niragi has nothing that he wouldn’t try. He’s a perverted beast like that.
O = Oral (preference for receiving/giving)
Definitely prefers receiving more than giving. He's selfish like that and loves looking down at you as he grips your hair tight and watches you bob up and down. The rare occasion that he gives, lets just say he's incredibly experienced and enjoys making you scream for him.
P = Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
Prefers fast and rough. Loves making you moan and even leaving bruises from his fingers digging into your hips. Seeing you struggle to walk the next day is an added bonus for him, it's like a sign to others that you'd been fucked long and hard. He takes great pleasure in bragging to Last Boss and Aguni (who couldn't care less) that he was the one to do it to you. The fact that he's convinced Chishiya has a crush on you is an added bonus as he regularly rubs it in his face that he gets to fuck you every night.
Q = Quickie (their thoughts and how often)
Fast and rough is his go to for sex so quickies are a yes. But they end up turning into a sex marathon because of his high sex drive and need to go for multiple rounds. So yes in principle but in practice it never works out. Niragi has even tried to convince you to have a quickie during a game before but you've firmly put your foot down on that idea, knowing it would not be as quick as he promised.
R = Risk (do they like to experiment? do they take risks?)
Yes, there is very little Niragi won't try and he actively encourages you to share anything you'd want to try in the bedroom. He has an exhibitionist kink so doesn't worry about people catching you doing something risky. He actively looks for places where that could happen.
S = Stamina (how long can they last?)
As long as he wants and needs. If you're over stimulated he'll tell you to just take it like a good little slut and carry on, rough and hard until he's satisfied. He's not a complete monster though because he'd stop if you safe worded.
T = Toys (do they own any toys? do they enjoy using toys in the bedroom?)
Niragi could open a sex shop with how many toys he's collected, not surprising since he's a kinky fucker. He'd use them regularly, even introducing you to a few. Having fun during sex is on the same level as his own pleasure in terms of importance. His favourite would be rope to tie you down and a blindfold.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Niragi is the king of teasing. During sex he likes to tease and humiliate you, that degradation kink comes into full play.
V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make?)
Very vocal, like lots of swearing, moaning and comments about how you look (he can give praise with the degradation). His moans would be low and raspy, interspersed with swearing. Whenever you join in he makes it into a game of how loud he can get you to groan out his name, whether it be in frustration or pleasure. Basically he wants everyone to know what the two of you are up to. The man has zero shame.
W = Wildcard (random headcanon)
For all of Niragi's dominant, alpha male posturing he deep down craves a chance to be vulnerable. To allow someone to peel back the layers of defense he's put up since high school and just be “weak” for once. He's never voiced this with his partner for fear or rejection or being viewed as less than. Instead, whenever cracks in his facade do appear, he basks in any attention and reassurance you give him. Once this even manifested in the bedroom where Niragi became very submissive. This never happened again but is something you loved and would enjoy trying out again.
Niragi's exhibitionist kink also allows him to fantasize often of him fucking you and letting Chishiya watch but never join in. His own way to torture the man who he's convinced has a crush on you. Just another display of primal dominance that he'd love to take part in.
X = X-Ray (what they have going on under their clothes)
Strong, lean muscles that he takes pride in. A flat stomach that comes from years of self-criticism brought on by past bullying. He's big down there for sure, something he brags about constantly.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very. Enough said.
Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)
Niragi has endless amounts of energy even after multiple rounds, so really it's you who falls asleep pretty quickly after sex. You just manage to stay awake to force him to give you aftercare and then you're out like a light. If it were up to Niragi you would both just leave the room and join the party going on at the pool area of the Beach. Instead he's forced to cuddle up with you and slowly drift off to sleep.
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