How the Tables Have Turned
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
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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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