#temp play

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.