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Hi!! I love your works and I was wondering if you could make a chishiya x reader fic? Byee!!!

Hii!! Thank you for the compliment, actually i have the next chapter of my Niragi fic almost complete so after I finish that i probably will!!🥹🩷

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SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT ALERT ‼️ hella smut so be careful!!

The next night was basically the same. The hallway lights buzzed overhead as Niragi pulled you toward your room. His arm stayed locked tight around your waist. He refused to let even a sliver of space open between your bodies. His breathing came in rough bursts against your ear. Every few steps he stopped. He pressed you hard against the wall. His mouth crashed into yours. His tongue pushed deep. He swallowed every sound you made.

You fought back just as fiercely. Your nails scraped down his arms. Your teeth caught his lower lip until you tasted blood. He hissed. His eyes turned dark and feral. But he didn’t pull away. Instead he pressed even closer. His hips ground against yours. You felt exactly how hard he was. You felt how long he had been waiting.

“Keep that up,” he muttered. His voice was low and full of threat. “We won’t make it to the bed.”

You smirked against his mouth. “Who said I want the bed?”

His laugh came out low and dangerous. He grabbed your wrist. He yanked you down the rest of the corridor. Your door slammed open hard enough to shake the frame. He kicked it shut without looking back. He locked it with one quick flick. Then he turned to you.

No words.

Only hunger.

He moved toward you like a predator that had finally trapped its prey. You backed up until your knees hit the mattress. He didn’t give you any time to sit. His hand fisted the front of your shirt. He shoved hard. You sprawled across the sheets.

Before you could push up he was on you.

His knees bracketed your hips. His weight pinned you down. His hands tore at your clothes. Your shirt ripped at the seam. He did not care. Buttons popped and rolled across the floor. Cool air hit your skin. Then his mouth followed. Hot. Wet. He sucked a dark bruise just above your breast. His fingers ripped your bra clasp open with brutal efficiency.

You arched up into him. Your nails dragged down his back hard enough to leave red trails through his shirt. He groaned against your skin. The sound vibrated straight through your body.

“Fuck,” he breathed. He pulled back just enough to yank his own shirt off. Scars. Ink. Lean muscle. All of it exposed. His eyes raked over your body. He looked like he was deciding where to ruin you first.

You didn’t wait for him to choose.

You hooked a leg around his waist. You used the leverage to flip your positions. He let you. Barely. He landed on his back with a surprised grunt. The grunt turned into a wicked grin when you straddled him.

Your hands attacked his belt. You tore it open. Metal clinked loudly in the quiet room. He lifted his hips to help. He watched you through half-lidded eyes as you shoved his pants down just enough.

His cock sprang free. Heavy. Thick. Already leaking at the tip. You wrapped your hand around him. You gave one slow, firm stroke from base to head. His hips jerked up into your grip. A low curse fell from his lips.

“Tease,” he growled.

You leaned down. Your lips brushed the shell of his ear. “I waited three hours. You can wait a little longer.”

His hand shot up. His fingers wrapped around your throat. Not choking. Just holding. Possessive. His thumb pressed against your pulse. He felt it hammering.

“You think you’re in control right now?” His voice was dark silk. “Cute.”

In a blur he flipped you again. Your back hit the mattress. Your wrists were pinned above your head in one of his large hands. His other hand slid down your body. Rough palm dragged over your ribs. Over your stomach. Then between your thighs.

He shoved your shorts and underwear aside. No patience left. He pushed two fingers into you without warning.

Your whole body bowed off the bed. A choked moan ripped out of your throat.

He didn’t let up.

He curled his fingers. He pressed against that spot that made your vision spark. He pumped them in and out in a brutal steady rhythm. His thumb circled your clit. Slow at first. Then faster. Tighter. Relentless.

“Look at you,” he murmured. His voice was thick with satisfaction. “So fucking wet already. Dripping down my hand. Been this ready since the rooftop, huh?”

You tried to snap something back. All that came out was a broken whimper when he added a third finger. He stretched you wider.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. He leaned down so his lips brushed yours. “Let me hear how bad you want it.”

You bucked against his hand. You chased the pressure. The stretch. The filthy drag of his calloused fingertips. Your thighs shook. Your breathing turned ragged.

He pulled his fingers out right as you started to tighten around him.

You glared up at him. Your chest heaved. Frustration burned hot under your skin.

He smirked. Slow. Cruel. He brought those slick fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean. His tongue dragged deliberately over each one. He held your gaze the whole time.

Then he lowered himself. He shoved your thighs wider apart with his shoulders. He put his mouth on you.

No warning. No teasing.

His pierced tongue slid through your folds. He lapped up every drop like he was starving. He groaned against your clit at the taste. The vibration shot straight to your core. He sucked hard.

Your hands flew to his hair. You yanked. He growled in approval. He doubled down. His tongue flicked fast over your clit. Then dipped inside you. He fucked you with it while his hands gripped your thighs so tight you would have fingerprints tomorrow.

The edge rushed up fast. Too fast.

“Niragi. Fuck. I’m.”

He pulled off with a wet sound. He climbed back up your body in one fluid motion. He kissed you hard. You tasted yourself on his tongue. On the metal of his piercing. It made your head spin.

He lined himself up. The thick head nudged at your entrance. He slid through your slickness once. Twice. Coating himself.

Then he pushed in.

Slow.

Inch by torturous inch.

He let you feel every stretch. Every ridge. Every vein. Until he was seated deep. Hips flush against yours.

You both froze for a second. Breathing hard. Foreheads pressed together.

Then he started moving.

Hard. Deep. Unrelenting.

Each thrust drove the air from your lungs. The bedframe slammed against the wall in time with his rhythm. His hand found your throat again. Loose but firm. His other hand gripped your hip. He held you open for him.

You wrapped your legs around him. You urged him deeper.

“Harder,” you gasped.

He laughed. Dark. Breathless. He gave you exactly what you asked for.

He snapped his hips faster. Harder. He hit that spot over and over until your vision blurred and your nails scored down his back.

“Gonna come?” he rasped against your mouth. “Gonna let me feel you fall apart around my cock?”

You couldn’t answer. You just nodded frantically. Your thighs trembled. Your body tightened.

He shifted his angle. Just enough. He drove in deep one last time.

You shattered.

You clenched around him. You cried out his name. Your whole body shook as wave after wave ripped through you.

He fucked you through it. Ruthless. Relentless. Until his rhythm stuttered. His hips slammed forward one final time. A low guttural groan tore from his throat as he came. He pulsed hot and deep inside you. He ground slow circles like he wanted to stay buried forever.

For long seconds neither of you moved.

Just sweat. Heavy breathing. Faint neon glow striping across tangled limbs.

Finally he pulled out. Slow. He watched the way you shivered at the loss. Then he collapsed beside you. He dragged you against his chest. One arm slung possessively across your waist.

His lips brushed your temple. Lazy. Almost gentle.

“Still think I’m just a pretty boy?”

You laughed weakly. Your voice was wrecked.

“Shut up.”

He chuckled. Low and satisfied. He pulled you closer.

Yeah.

The buildup had been torture.

But it was worth every second.

AUTHORS NOTEEEE

ok guys i finally decided on feeding you guys with smut 🥹 I’m floping so hard but its okay i’ll continue for you guys 🥹 Anyway serene out, enjoy!!😜💝🫶🏼

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Heyheyheyhey!!!! This is a pretty short chapter, i’m fasting and dont have the energy to write smut :( I’ll try to make longer and more detailed chapters though 🥹🥹

The hallway felt too quiet as Niragi carried you, the distant music muffled behind concrete walls. The closer you got to your room, the more aware you became of everything unspoken, the tightness in his grip, the way his jaw stayed clenched like he was still half in that meeting.

He stopped in front of your door.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then he leaned in, forehead resting briefly against yours, breath warm and uneven. Not a kiss this time. Something heavier. Something real.

“Don’t make this complicated,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

You huffed softly. “Pretty sure you already did.”

That earned a quiet, humorless exhale. He shifted you down, setting you on your feet, hands lingering just long enough to feel intentional before pulling back. The door closed behind you with a soft click.

Morning came with sunlight cutting through the curtains and the distant sound of the Beach waking up, voices, laughter, the clink of glass. You lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting everything settle.

It hadn’t been simple.

It hadn’t been casual.

And it definitely hadn’t been nothing.

Niragi wasn’t there.

No surprise. He never stayed where he wasn’t supposed to be seen. Still, the absence left an odd weight in your chest, something between irritation and expectation.

Later, when you stepped out onto the pool deck, it didn’t take long.

Aguni looked at you once. Just once. His gaze lingered a second too long, sharp and assessing, before he turned away.

Kuina, on the other hand, didn’t even try to be subtle.

She slid in beside you, smirk already in place. “So,” she said casually, “worth the wait?”

You took a sip of your drink, eyes drifting to the militant wing where Niragi had disappeared again. Somewhere behind those walls, trouble was loading a gun, breaking rules, or pretending he didn’t care.

You smiled to yourself.

“Yeah,” you said. “Worth it.”

Whatever this was, it wasn’t over.

Not even close.

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Disclaimer‼️ This is the vibe thats set, just thought I’d give a heads up!! There WAS supposed to be smut but im too lazy to write it 😔😔 This already took me 40 minutes to write 😒😒 chapter 3 coming out tomorrow i think?? Anyway, enjoy!!

It started small.

A glance across the Beach’s chaos, music too loud, lights too bright, then lingering eye contact that lasted just a second longer than it should have. A smile that wasn’t meant for anyone else. Then a smirk, sharp and knowing, like he already had you figured out. A lazy wave, half a challenge, half an invitation.

And now?

Now you were on the rooftop, the beach members beneath you, neon lights bleeding into the dark, and Niragi’s lips were pressed against yours like nothing else existed. Like the noise, the games, the rules, all of it had vanished. His kiss was rougher than you expected, unrestrained, almost desperate, and you realized far too late that you were already leaning into him.

His hands didn’t hesitate. They roamed like he was memorizing you, grounding himself in something real. You let out a quiet breath you didn’t even know you were holding, surprised at how easily he unraveled you with nothing but a kiss.

Yeah. He was dangerously good at this.

For a moment, just one, you let yourself forget who he was. What he was. A militant. Aguni’s right hand. Trouble wrapped in a sharp grin and bad intentions.

Of course, the universe couldn’t let it last.

Footsteps echoed against the concrete, heavy and deliberate. You didn’t even have to look to know who it was.

Aguni.

He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, expression unreadable. “Meeting. Now.”

You bit back every curse you could think of. Fuck off, you screamed silently, because saying it out loud would’ve ended very badly for you. The rooftop suddenly felt colder, emptier.

Niragi lingered for a second longer than necessary, like he was daring Aguni to say something else. Then, reluctantly, he pulled away. The loss of him hit immediately, too quiet, too much space.

“I’ll get back to you after work,” he said, smirk sliding right back into place like nothing had interrupted you.

You nodded, trying to hide how annoyed you were. “I’ll wait by the pool then, pretty boy.”

That earned you a look, one last sharp, amused glance, before he turned and followed Aguni down the stairs.

You headed to the pool soon after, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. Kuina spotted you instantly. One look at your face and she knew.

So, obviously, you told her everything.

She listened, nodding along, a grin tugging at her lips as she leaned closer. “Don’t worry, babe. He’s definitely dragging you to his room tonight. You’ll get your fun either way.”

You rolled your eyes, though the idea didn’t exactly annoy you. “Whatever.”

Still, the waiting got to you.

You went back to your room, changed, fixed yourself up just enough to make a statement without trying too hard. If Niragi noticed, or didn’t, that was on him.

Later, you sat at the bar, drink in hand, watching the crowd blur together. An hour passed. Then two. Then three.

Nothing.

You were just about ready to give up when movement caught your eye.

Niragi emerged from the militant wing an area off-limits to almost everyone else and the look on his face said bad meeting. Jaw tight. Eyes dark. Shoulders tense like he’d been holding himself back from something… or someone.

He spotted you instantly.

Didn’t hesitate.

He crossed the pool and kissed you without warning, like he needed it more than air. You barely had time to register it before you were kissing him back, instinct taking over. His piercing clicked faintly against your teeth, the sound oddly grounding. You felt him relax just a little, as if the tension finally had somewhere to go.

You were dimly aware of the stares, the music fading into background noise. For once, you didn’t care.

Niragi’s hands settled at your waist, firm and sure, and before you could say a word, he lifted you effortlessly. You let out a startled laugh that died against his shoulder as he turned, already heading toward your room.

Whatever the night was about to become, one thing was clear, waiting had never felt so worth it.

AUTHORS NOTE!1!1!1!1!!1!1

Ts took me 40 minutes and I had SO many spelling mistakes holy shit, chapter 3 coming tomorrow or later today idk 🤷‍♀️ anywayy serene out!!! 😜🫰🩷

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Cherry Smoke and Gunpowder

Chapter 1:

The beach was loud in the way only confidence could be.

Laughter followed you wherever you went, carried by the sun and the salty wind, by the way heads turned without you ever trying. People knew your name here. They waved, called out, made space for you on their towels like it was natural—like you belonged at the center of everything.

You did.

Then the laughter thinned.

You noticed it not because someone screamed, but because someone stopped. Conversations broke off mid-sentence. A tension slid into the air, sharp and wrong, like a warning your body understood before your mind did.

That’s when you saw him.

He was staring directly at you, and it made you so damn self conscious.

You tried to get your mind off things, turned around and laid on your stomach, atleast trying to tan.

It went horribly wrong. All you could think of was how good he’d feel inside you- y/n no, you thought. You’d never get with a fuckboy like him, ever.

Deep in thought, you didn’t realize that he walked right past you, only until he walked into the hotel.

Fuck you, you thought.

The next day at the executive meeting you were.. stressed? excited? aroused? You didn’t even know yourself. Damn it why did u have to get yourself into things like this y/n? Happens every single time u try to get your mind off things.

The meeting went on but, it was impossible to focus on Hatter’s words when you had Niragi smirking at you the whole damn time.

“I’m out.” - you said, getting up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” - said Hatter after you.

“I’m going to my room, I don’t feel well.”

“You wish, sit back down.”

“Fuck off Hatter.”

“Y/n”

“Sit back down cherry, you surely don’t wanna miss out on this fun meeting.” - said Niragi with that stupid grin on his face, shamelessly staring at your chest.

“Cherry?” - you asked, genuinely confused.

“Whatever your name is, sit back down.” - he said in that sexy voice that he used when he obviously wanted something.. or someone to be exact.

“I’m not dealing with this bullshit, have a nice day everyone.” - you said, leaving the meeting room.

“That’s your 4th strike y/n!” - said Hatter behind you.

Whatever you thought, he’d be over it the next time you showed up to another meeting, like always in your tiniest bikini, making sure your ass was out. Same tactic that worked on Hatter ever.single.fucking.time. You’d never hook up with the creep, he was disgusting, but Cherry on the other hand, had you aroused so bad you had to get release, immediately. So you did the best thing, went to your room and masturbated.

Author’s note!1!1!1!1!1:

Okay guys hiii!! This is my first ever story so please dont kill me this is NOT perfect 😭😭 Please support if you can, hopefully i have the energy to keep going 🥹🥹 Also i know this is tagged as “Niragi x reader” but I HAD to put Rachel as a name im sorry!! 😢 Its been stuck on my mind and yeah.. Hopefully u guys get the vibe im going for.. Anyway serene out, bye!!😜🫰💝

Okay guys i just edited it and made it y/n instead of Rachel. Sorry if upset anyone I’ll try not to get used to putting names on my fics, as i said im a NEW WRITER, so please don’t hate on me as this isn’t perfect, I’ll try to get chapter 2 & 3 done by today? I’m not sure though, school has been on me so much lately, volleyball too 😭💔 I’ll try to post more!! Anyway serene, out, BAII!! 🥹🫰💝