He’s annoyingly good at hiding emotions, so no one really sees it coming.
Except you.
You catch the way his eyes linger. The way he stands a little closer than necessary. The way he always has snacks when you say you’re hungry—even though he “doesn’t care.”
One night, you call him out:
“Are you ever going to admit you like me?”
He glances up from his chair, smirks, then calmly says,
“I figured you knew already.”
You blink. “Wait—so you do?”
He shrugs. “I like you. A lot. But you’re clever enough to figure that out without a grand speech, aren’t you?”
…You roll your eyes, but your heart is doing backflips.
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Last Boss:
He confesses the only way he knows how—bluntly, and like the world might end right after.
You’re tending to his wounds again, fussing over a cut on his cheek, when he grabs your wrist.
“You make me feel… different,” he says quietly.
You tilt your head, confused. “Different how?”
His eyes meet yours. No mask. No steel. Just raw honesty.
“Like I don’t want to die anymore. Like I want to protect you. Like I love you.”
It’s not soft. It’s intense.
But he looks terrified.
You just smile. “I love you too.”
He exhales like he’s been holding that breath forever.
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Arisu:
He’s nervous. Like, visibly.
He keeps trying to say it but backs out every time.
So you corner him one evening and say, “Okay, seriously—what’s going on with you lately?”
And then it bursts out of him:
“I like you! Okay? I really, really like you. I think about you all the time and it makes everything—this place, these games—less awful.”
You stare at him, stunned.
He looks like he wants the ground to swallow him.
So you just grin and say, “Took you long enough.”
And the way he laughs after? Worth it.
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Niragi:
He doesn’t say it in words at first—he shows it in the possessive glances, the way he always steps in front of danger when you’re around, the snacks he throws in your lap when you’re grumpy.
But one night, when you jokingly say, “You’d be sad if I died, huh?”
He goes still.
Then dead serious:
“I’d burn the whole Borderlands down if anything happened to you.”
You blink. “…So you like me?”
He scoffs, then mutters, “Yeah. Obviously.”
You smirk. “Say it.”
He groans. “Fine. I like you. A stupid amount. Happy now?”
You kiss his cheek and he blushes so hard, he forgets how to act tough.
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Tatta:
He stumbles over every word. He keeps fidgeting, scratching the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.
Finally, he blurts it out while you’re drinking water:
“I really like you! Like, in a heart-fluttering, can’t-sleep, you’re-so-pretty-it-hurts kind of way.”
You choke on your water.
He panics. “Oh my god are you okay? I didn’t mean to kill you with feelings!”
You burst into laughter and say, “You’re so cute it’s actually unfair.”
He turns tomato-red. But also? He glows.
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Aguni:
He doesn’t plan it. It just happens.
You’re arguing about something small—like whether you should rest or keep moving—and he says, “You’re too stubborn for your own good.”
You fire back, “Well maybe I wouldn’t be if you didn’t keep risking your life!”
And he just… stares at you.
Then quietly says, “I do it for you.”
You pause. “What?”
“I’d risk everything for you. Because I love you.”
Your heart stops.
He looks away, like maybe he shouldn’t have said it.
So you take his hand and whisper, “Then I guess we’re both stubborn. Because I love you too.”
Her thoughts get away from her before she can rein them in. She imagines backing him against the nearest wall, leaning in close enough to feel the warmth of him, one hand falling against his chest or sliding under his shirt, the other hand creeping up his neck towards his face; her fingers stroking along the soft smooth line of his jaw and slipping through the seam of his lips, her fingertips prodding at and pressing on his tongue, slotted either side of that piercing; the warmth of his mouth closed around her fingers, his face flushed pink, those ink-dark eyes focused down on her.
She swallows, resists.
— chapter 12, dreaming in blue (x).
art done by the wonderful @rosenkranz-does-things!!
i'm totally obsessed with this, i've been looking at it multiple times a day since i got the email, i'm tempted to even make it my phone background. i love maki's freckles, i love their expressions, frankly obsessed with the hands.
Warings: crying during sex, mean Niragi, praise kink if you squint, me overusing the word baby, licking(I’m not proud of myself)
You felt tears well up into your eyes as your boyfriend pounded into you, his long cock breaking you in pieces. “Taking me so fucking well baby” he whispered into your ear, kissing your lips after. “Niragi…fuck” you whimpered, voice raspy from screaming his name. “You’re doing so fucking good” he continued praising you, pounding into you with a faster and faster pace. Tears started falling out of your eyes, the pleasure being the reason they’re spilling. His smirk grew as he watched your cheeks get wet. “Fucking pathetic aren’t you baby?” He asked, licking the tears off your face as you whimpered. He kept on pounding, his pace fast as his cock ruined you. “Fuck! Niragi” you moaned out his name, voice shaky. “I know you can take it, baby” he continued, licking another tear of your face.you felt your orgasm get closer as his cock did what he like to call “it’s magic”. “I’m cumming” you bearly whimpered out. “Come on baby, you know ain’t stopping you” he teased as you felt his own cum fill you up. After you came, you pretty much fell apart, the pleasure breaking you as you cried.
A/N: this is sooooo short I’m sorry but I didn’t have the inspiration or motivation to do anything else and I didn’t wanna get behind
My dear AIB readers, when you read a canon/OC fic, do you prefer...
1st person pov
3rd person pov
Voting ended onOct 9, 2025
putting this in some specific tags because I'm currently working on a Chishiya/Niragi/OC fic (basically my genre of reader fics if you're familiar with my writing, where the "reader" is pretty much an OC) and I had a sudden urge to change POVs even though I'm already so far into it. Would love to hear your thoughts and reasons if you have any!!
I know it's been a loooong time, that's why I come back not with one, but two new one-shots to add to my AIB collection. So, tell me, which one you wanna read first?
Option 1: Chishiya x Niragi – aka Chishiya’s revenge. If you've read my other posts, I'm quite sure you know what I'm talking about. And I know you've been patiently waiting for it ;)
Option 2: Chishiya x Reader – takes place during the Jack of Hearts. The story you didn't know you needed, but believe me, you do.
Now we finally had season 3 out, I'm dying to write much more about these two, so let's goooo.
Run at least twice as fast - [Alice in Borderland Fanfiction]
[Masterlist]
Erica left everything behind to start afresh in Japan, a country she cherished from her childhood memories in Tokyo. Faced with parental pressure to dictate her future once more, she chose to break free. Despite the challenges of adapting to a new country without family support, Erica finds herself thrust into a brutal landscape where survival depends on playing deadly games.
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Chapter 2
Erica didn’t have to walk far before she noticed a building where lights contrasted sharply with Tokyo's dark and quiet surroundings. It must have been the Game Arena, whatever that meant. Glancing around and waiting for someone to appear in the darkness made her uneasy, so she decided to enter the building. Inside, she found herself in the lobby of an office; she could clearly identify the reception desk, even though no one was currently working behind it.
The emptiness of the room, the shining lights and the darkness from outside made look everything even more creepy. Erica took a breath, she really hoped to find someone. But then something caught her eyes. There were phones lying on the reception desk, and next to them there were black wrist band with a round bell attached to it. With a frown she got closer. Only then she noticed a sign next to the phones. She took a moment to read the kanjis.
ONE PER PERSON. AFTER THAT PUT ON THE BRACELETS AND TAKE THE ELEVATOR TO THE SEVENTH FLOOR.
“One per person?” She repeated confused. What did that mean?
Erica felt like she shouldn’t have done it, but she reached out to take one of the phones. As she did the screen lit up, and some words appeared.
FACE RECOGNITION IN PROGRESS. PLEASE WAIT A MOMENT.
“What the hell…” she muttered. That was not her phone, how could it recognize her face? That was all so confusing, and creepy. After a moment the phone was on and she noticed that there was no signal. So she couldn’t call anyone. But the phone was not empty, it shown two apps; one said “Game” and the other said “Visa”.
Then the screen became white, showing words and a count down.
“Please wait for the game to commence,” a voice said from the phone, “Currently, there are six participants. Five minutes remaining until registration closes.”
There was seriously something wrong. She did not like what was happening at all.
“I’m leaving.” She said letting go of that phone to walk away. But as she turned she noticed a girl, younger than her that gasped.
“Don’t exit!” She exclaimed, making Erica yelp.
“What?” She asked confused.
The girl seemed scared and she took a moment as if she was thinking hard what to say. Erica figured why, many Japanese people did that. Since she was a foreigner they would imagine that she could not understand them.
“Oh…” Erica said, “I can speak Japanese.” The girl seemed relieved by those words, and immediately she entered the building. As she did so, Erica heard a strange sound that she had not noticed before.
“Once you enter a game arena you cannot leave until the game is cleared.” The girl spoke in a faint voice.
Erica frowned, “What is going on in here?”
The girl looked at her with fear in her eyes, before making her way to the reception to take a phone.
“It is your first game, I see.” She said bending down to take back the phone Erica had let fall to the ground. “I found myself here too, and I’ve already played-“
“Play?” Erica asked confused, “Why should I play?”
The girl looked in her eyes, “To live.”
Silence fell in the room. Erica could not believe what she was hearing. Play a game to live? What sort of jest was that?
“I’m leaving,” she said turning, but the girl run to her stopping her by her arm.
“It is true!” She said. “I couldn’t believe it to the first time, but this is the truth. We have to play, or we die.” Erica was observing the girl, but the only thing she saw as fear, terror, there was no sign of lie. Because if she was, that girl seriously should become an actress. “And if you leave now, the lasers will kill you.”
"Lasers?" Erica muttered, eyeing the door. Could there really be lasers? Could she truly believe that? She had to find out if it was true. But according to what that girl had said, she would die if she touched one. Erica opened her bag to retrieve the agenda she always carried with her. After hesitating briefly while looking at its red cover, she decided to toss it toward the door. As she did, she gasped in fear when the little book was perched by a laser.
“What the fuck…” she muttered, as the girl from behind her trembled.
“I told you.” She almost cried.
That was a nightmare for sure. There was no other explanation. But if it was, why wasn’t she waking up? Why it seemed to her as if she was actually living that dream? That did seem like the longest living dream she had ever had. No time lapses, not aliens flying from the sky. Only a quiet Tokyo with games arenas. That didn’t took out the hypothesis of a nightmare, but it was going on for more than for hours now.
“Ok,” she said, “If this is true, how do we get out?” She asked.
“Clearing the game.” The girl from next to her answered in her trembling voice.
Erica nodded her head, even if she could not yet fully believe what was happening around her. But there was not much she could do now. According to that sign they had to go to the seventh floor for this game. So that was what she would have done.
“Thank you,” she said to the girl when she took her phone from her hands. “Um… What is your name?” She asked trying to keep calm. The girl seemed to be surprised by her words, but she answered none the less, “Aiko.” She answered timidly.
Erica forced a smile, “Nice to meet you, I’m Erica.” Aiko gave her a trembling smile. “Alright, Aiko.” Erica said, “Let’s try to clear this game.” She wanted to be brave. There was no other choice, she had to face this strange game. The two of them walked to the reception desk once more and Erica took one of the black wristbands and put it around her wrist. The thing closed on its on accord, and the movement made the bell ring.
What was that? Erica tried to pull the wristband, but it wouldn’t came off. It was locked.
After taking the elevator, the two girls found themselves in a long corridor, but they weren’t alone; five other people were also present. There was a man in his forties wearing a suit and glasses. Beside him stood a woman in her fifties, clutching her bag tightly. There were also two guys and another girl, all seemingly around Erica’s age.
When she and Aiko walked towards them, they all looked at her. Some seemed shocked, others relieved.
“At least one will be out for sure.” The girl spoke to the other two.
“I don’t think I will.” Erica answered letting her bag fall to the floor. If that was a game she didn’t need her things. The other players looked at her with wide eyes, hearing that she was fluent in their language. But Erica could not lie, if that was a deadly game, she must have been twice as careful. Anxiety and understanding another language didn’t exactly go hand in hand.
Suddenly they all heard a beeping sound coming from the phones in their hands. Erica turned it, so that she could read what the was on the screen. The time said 00:00.
“Registration is now closed,” the voice spoke again, “The game will now commence.”
The air became even more heavier as the door they were waiting in front of opened on its accord. Erica turned to Aiko, as the people around her started to make their way into the room.
“This is fucked up,” she muttered before entering herself.
The office room was expansive, filled with numerous desks and bookshelves along the walls. Large windows on the left side remained dark, their glass reflecting the dim moonlight filtering through. The floor, tiled in a black-and-white pattern, added a stark contrast to the shadowy interior. Across from the entrance, near the emergency exit door, a hooded figure stood motionless, clutching a machine gun. That figure made Erica gasp and as she moved, the bell on the wristband rang again.
“What the hell…” she muttered trembling. That guy had a real machine gun. Why was he there?
“Game: The Quiet Hunt,” the voice spoke again through the phones, “Difficulty: Seven of Clubs,” in front of her eyes, on the screen appeared the “7 of Clubs” card, from the cards used in Poker. What all of that mean?
“Seven?” One of the guys from before spoke.
Erica looked at the card again. It said “Dufficulty”, so that meant that higher the number, higher the chance of dying. But what did Club mean?
“Rule, Find the four parts of the key that will open the door before the time is up,” the voice said once more, “Clear condition: each player must not wake the hunter. If the bell on your wrist rang more five times, its game over.”
Four times? But that bell was so delicate, it was easy to make it rang. Erica looked at her left wrist, and then at the Hunter from across the room. That was an horrible way to die. Merciless, sadistic. Who was the psychopath behind all of that?
“The time limit is of 40 minutes,” the voice spoke again, “Game Start.”
Erica observed her wrist; she had to be extra careful when she moved. She had only four chance, she could not try even once how delicate it was. The girl decide to take a step forward, trying to keep her arms as still as possible, eyeing the armed man. Having someone with a machine gun made everything more complexed.
“We start to keep looking,” the man in his fourties’ said.
“We know!” Argued the other girl turning towards the one who spoke. But the movement made her bell ring. On the wristband a led lit up, showing a count of the bell rings. “Oh no…”
“But I didn’t move… why?” Aiko Saida alarmed. A shared feeling between all of them, but they could not panic.
“Nobody moves!” Erica exclaimed, trying to keep all her body still. “We only have four chances, now.
“We only have forty minutes, if we move so slowly we’ll never get the key.” The woman of fifty said, from her tone she was about to cry. Erica could understand. She had barely made three steps and a minute had already gone. “Alright, we need to search different parts of the room.” Erica tried again. They were seven there were three book shelves and twenty-four desks.
“Three people must reach a book shelve.”
“It is far,” Aiko said, and Erica nodded.
“That’s true, but if you go you’ll only have to search that, while the others look the other places.” Erica then looked at the other players. They had to cooperate. It was not possible to clear the game alone, with only four chance of making noise.
“Alright,” said one of the guys, “I’ll search these line of desks.” He pointed at the desk closer to him.
Erica nodded, “I’ll take the line closer to the shelves.”
Soon they all had decided where to go. Aiko, the older woman and the other girl would have searched the shelves. It was lesser job and that girl had already made her bell rang once. The other would look each desk of their line. They could do it.
Erica made her way towards the first desk, glad that she had decided to put the wristband on her left arm, since it was not her dominant one it would have been easier to search just with her right hand.
She opened the first drawer with the care of someone disarming a bomb, fingertips brushing the worn wood, half expecting the bell to betray her at any second. Empty.
She let out a slow breath, the air slipping between her lips so quietly it barely made a sound. The silence in the room pressed down on her, heavy and unrelenting, broken only by the faint creak of a floorboard or the sound of someone shifting their weight. Somewhere behind her, Aiko’s breathing was quick and shallow, each inhale too loud in this place where even the air seemed to listen.
She slid the second drawer open—pens, a bent paperclip, nothing more—and let her gaze flick briefly to the hooded figure across the room. Still motionless, still cradling the machine gun with an ease that made her skin crawl.
From the shelves to her left came a muted thud. The sound was followed by the sharp, unnatural chime of a bell.
Ding.
It cut through her like ice water. Erica turned her head, slow as if any sudden movement might trigger another. The older woman stood frozen, her hand midway through pulling a book, the tiny red light at her wrist blinking once.
One.
The hunter’s head shifted a fraction, enough to show he had heard, before returning to its stillness. Erica’s stomach tightened. If one chime could make him move, what would five do?
It took another three desks before the first piece of the key appeared, held up awkwardly by the younger man searching near the corner. His expression was caught between pride and dread. Erica reached out, the cool metal cylinder heavier than she expected in her palm, and placed it carefully on the desk beside her. One down, three to go.
A whisper from Aiko drew her attention. “Here.” She lifted another piece, this one freed from between the stiff pages of a thick hardcover. Two pieces now. Halfway. A thin thread of hope tugged at them all, fragile and trembling. It lasted less than a minute. Another bell rang out, sharp in the stillness. Ding. Erica’s head turned toward the suited man, his eyes wide, the first red mark glowing on his bracelet. He mouthed something she didn’t bother to read; she was too aware of the way the hunter’s shadow loomed over this room.
The group slowed after that, every movement measured, fingers hovering above handles and books before committing, muscles tensing against the urge to move quickly. When the third piece was found, Erica felt her heart stutter. Only one left. Seven minutes on the clock. The last possible hiding place was the row of desks directly in front of the hunter. No one volunteered. The air felt thick in her throat as she stepped forward. The first drawer squealed faintly when she opened it—empty. She paused, listening for the hunter’s response. Nothing. The second drawer revealed only pens and paperclips. She eased it closed, pulse hammering in her ears. Her hand curled around the third drawer’s handle, the cool metal biting into her skin. She pulled it open. There it was. The final piece, gleaming faintly under the weak light. She took it, careful not to let the bell sway, and crossed back toward the center desk where the others waited.
Fitting the pieces together felt slower than it should have been. Aiko passed her the small connector ring, and the metal clicked softly into place. Five minutes remained. “Stay with me,” Erica whispered, not looking up from the key. “No mistakes now.” They moved together toward the door, steps synchronized, every breath measured. The hunter did not stir. The lock seemed impossibly far away. One minute and twenty seconds. She slid the key in, turned it, and the mechanism released with a satisfying snap. The screen of her phone flashed white.
“Game cleared, congratulations,” the metallic voice announced, echoing against the empty walls.
Erica barely had time to turn toward the hooded hunter when Aiko grabbed her wrist and yanked her away. “Wait—” she protested, but the other girl didn’t stop until they had rushed down two flights of stairs, far from that suffocating room.
Only then did Erica glance down at her screen. A new message blinked.
“Visa expiration?” she read aloud, her breath still uneven.
“It’s seven days,” Aiko said, and her voice almost sounded relieved. “That’s more than I’ve ever had. A whole week without a game.”
Erica froze, pulling her arm free. “Hold on. I’m not playing again. I just risked my life once — that’s enough!” Her words came out sharp, laced with both fear and anger. “This doesn’t make any sense! It’s not real… it can’t be real. It has to be some sick dream or... or a trick--"
"No! It's all real!"
Aiko’s expression shifted, the relief draining from her face. “You can’t walk away.”
Erica’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean I can’t? It’s a game, isn’t it? You just… don’t play.” Her voice wavered, but she clung to the thought like it was her last piece of sanity.
Aiko took a slow breath and held up her own phone. “These are the days you can live without playing. When you win, it adds time.”
Erica stared at her, still not understanding. “And if I don’t play?”
Aiko swallowed hard, her gaze dropping for just a second before meeting Erica’s again.
“If your visa expires and you don’t play, you die.”
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Kuina tapped harder on the door, its inside echoing with the rhythm of her knuckles. She huffed in the empty hallway, biting the candy stick she had in her mouth. She stood listening to the silence before rolling her eyes, letting herself in, and closing the door behind her. 'If he gets upset, he would just be upset,' she thought. "I've been standing outside your door for close to five minutes--" She stopped before the bed as she looked on questioningly, staring at his back.
"Uh... Everything go alright last night?"
She began to fidget with the candy stick more as her question was met with more silence. She gave Chishiya another moment before pressing further, "Did everything... Not go alright last night?" She observed him as his head seemed to drop, his back hunched over. Kuina had seen many defeated people in the Borderlands, but never Chishiya. He would be the last person she would ever expect to be in this position at any given time. If something goes wrong, he always has another card up his sleeve.
"Hey, Chishiya..." She slowly walked alongside the bed and around, carefully sitting next to him. "Where's (Y/N)?" He shifted at the question, his eyes planted on the ground in front of him. "... I don't know." He stated bluntly. Kuina held back the urge to shake him senselessly as she tried to pull more out of him, "... What? What the hell happened Chishiya? Did you find out what you needed to?"
He stayed silent for a moment before slowly licking his lips, carefully contemplating his next words. He sighed and lifted his head, his eyes briefly looking over at Kuina, "Yeah. I did. Maybe more than what I wanted to." She gave him a curious look before looking down at her hands resting on her knees. "I don't feel great about my part in that... Getting a girl drunk and having someone drug her just... Gives me the ick."
Chishiya turned his head to look at her as she wiggled, his brow raised slightly. "You say that as if I'd take advantage of her."
Kuina sighed and stood, taking the candy stick out of her mouth for a moment to speak. "There's more than one way to take advantage of someone, you know. I'll be by the pool until game time." She didn't wait for a response before leaving his room, closing his door behind her. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat, forcing the thoughts of you out of her mind. Her loyalty was with Chishiya, but she knew as well as he did, that she also wished to be loyal to you as well.
You opened your eyes to the sun already towering in the sky, your head throbbing at the sight. You grimaced at the light and turned your head down, opening your eyes to see Niragi laying peacefully under you. The heat rose to your cheeks quickly as you took in your positions. Both hands rested carefully on his bare chest, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other of his supporting his head under the pillow. The pain seemed to disappear without another thought as you unknowingly took in his sleeping face.
Niragi looked so peaceful, so at rest under you. You could feel your body slowly rise and fall with his chest, the sun highlighting his features so effortlessly. "Enjoying the view?" Your eyes snapped to his as he murmured, barely opening an eye to look up at you. Your words escaped as you studdered over them, your thoughts not forming correctly. It felt like you'd been caught as you felt your face flush.
You went to push yourself off him as he laughed, wrapping his hand tighter around your waist and holding you to him. "I... I should get back to my room, Niragi," He sighed heavily and closed his eyes again, "... No." You tried to hide your fluster even though he wasn't looking at you, "I still need breakfast, and to shower--" He silenced your protests rather quickly, meeting your lips with his own, his tongue forcing itself through. Your heart quickened as his hand wandered under your shirt, going up and down your back while drawing light circles on your skin.
Niragi reached up to cup the back of your neck with his other hand, pulling you down into him. You closed your eyes as his tongue swirled around yours, the cold metal gently gliding across the roof of your mouth briefly. Your mouth opened in a gasp as Niragi rose his knee in between your thighs, his hand that made gentle circles now moving downward to firmly grab your waist. His lips turned upward into a smile as he took in the soft moan that escaped you, pushing himself into you.
You let out a yelp in surprise as Niragi hurriedly flipped your body underneath him, his hand running along the outside of your thigh. Your body squirmed under his gaze, and you could see his prideful smile as he watched your reaction. He lowered himself down to your ear, carefully whispering to you, "You'll shower here... With me." He could see the embarrassment creep up, washing over you. Niragi smiled and let out a soft chuckle as he swept strands of your hair away from your neck, gently sucking the skin under your ear and slowly leaving trails down your neck.
He felt you squirm under him, your arms splaying down his back, ushering him closer. Niragi roughly dug his fingers into your skin, knowing for certain you would have bruises later from it. He couldn't help but let his pride show as his wet tongue ran along the side of your neck, lifting his face to press his forehead against yours. He lifted your leg and wrapped it around his waist, lowering himself to grind against you.
Niragi watched as your eyes fluttered against the sensation, your chest rising and falling heavily with your breath. He examined your face carefully, taking in every small involuntary motion you made. His lips came down to linger above yours, exchanging his breath with your own. You caught his eyes in yours as you felt your breath hitch in your throat, Niragi stopping suddenly. You looked at each other carefully, his eyes darting between yours, his tongue slowly wetting his lips.
He cupped the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek in his hand. You leaned into the warmth, his fingers carefully massaging the back of your head as your hand overlapped his. Niragi dipped his head into your neck, his breath tickling your ear as he gently tugged on the lobe, stopping only to sink his teeth into your neck as his hips gently bucked, a soft moan escaping your lips.
Niragi could feel the irritation as his pants tightened, shoving his hand down to unzip his pants, kicking them off hurriedly as he repositioned himself between you. He stole a quick glance, checking for any sign of discomfort. He leaned in close for a moment, his voice low as he whispered, "... Do you want this?" You could feel your cheeks flush as you slowly nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.
He stared at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment. "Say it."
"I... I want this, Niragi." You watched as he grinned, quickly pushing his lips into yours hungrily, breaking to travel down your neck, dipping his tongue into your collarbone as your soft breath turned into music to his ears. Niragi couldn't help but smirk as your back arched slightly, reacting to his touch. His hands began wandering down your side as you grasped his bare shoulders, feeling your eyes roll back as Niragi's hips thrust into you. His hand grabbed and dug into your thigh as it explored upward, his fingers pulling at the bikini strap that covered you.
You gasped at another sudden thrust, your eyes meeting Niragi's as he grinned at your reaction. The metal tongue piercing gleamed off the sunlight illuminating the room as he ran his tongue over his teeth. You felt a shiver run down you as he lowered his head into your neck, sucking the skin forcefully, his body weighing on top of you as his hips bucked in rhythm. Your leg pulled him in closer, making him shoot you a surprised look.
Niragi watched you carefully as he untied your bikini, making quick work of your top as well. He leaned back for a moment and stared at you, moving his shirt that still covered you to the side as his hands wandered, gripping your thigh around him tightly. He leaned in, running a hand through his hair quickly to push it back as his lips crashed into you, his tongue swirling around yours. You pushed yourself up against him as your hand wandered down to his briefs, sinking your hand into them.
You heard him groan into your mouth as you stroked his erection, his tongue becoming more forceful. Niragi hurriedly pushed his briefs down and broke away from you, frantically throwing them to the side. He could feel his heart speed up at your touch, grabbing your wrist and pinning it above your head. His free hand reached down to your core, his fingers gently gliding across your entrance. Your body jolted suddenly as two fingers entered you quickly with ease, a moan escaping your throat.
Niragi caught your gaze with his, a grin on his face as he teased you, "Fuck... You're so wet..." He chuckled lowly, planting light kisses across your jawline. Your non-restrained hand grabbed onto his onyx hair, giving it a light tug as his fingers began pumping into you slowly. Niragi savored the sounds emanating from you, taking in every soft whimper you released as his fingers curled into you rhythmically.
"Ni-Niragi..." He looked up as you murmured his name, relishing the way his name spilled from your lips. His rhythm slowly increased as he watched your face carefully, observing every time your breath hitched. He placed his thumb gently on your clit, rubbing small circles as he felt your pulse on his fingertips. Feeling you tense he released your wrist, cupping your cheek in his hand as he pulled his fingers from you, positioning his member at your entrance, taking in the warmth coming from your core. He leaned into you slowly, gently guiding his tip further in carefully as his lips eagerly brushed against yours, releasing a moan into your mouth as he felt himself disappear into you.
The sound you made at that moment drove him near crazy. He clenched the sheets as he sunk himself into you completely, his mind going blank as he inhaled sharply at the feel of you surrounding him. You could feel yourself adjusting around him as he began pacing himself, grabbing his shoulder to steady your body as his pace quickened. He brought his head down to your shoulder to sink his teeth into your skin, making sure to leave an obvious mark for all to see.
Niragi groaned in your ear as he heard your soft moans, trying to stop himself from getting too rough. "Ni-Niragi," you studdered over your own words as you tried to speak, "Th-that feels so... So good," your voice shook as his hips snapped into you, unable to contain his want any longer. Your fingers dug into his shoulder roughly, trying to hold yourself still. His hand grabbed onto your thigh, pressing it against him as his hips bucked.
"Oh, fuck..." He muttered into your ear, his voice low. "You're so fucking perfect (Y/N)," his breath on your ear sent a shiver down your entire body, your insides clenching around him as he thrust himself into you. Niragi pulled back for just a moment, his hips continuing their rhythm as his eyes took in the sight before him.
"I could've had this before," his mind taunted him. His hand wandered down to play with you once more, making light circles on your clit, watching as your back arched in response. Niragi watched as you moaned quietly, your eyes starting to glaze over. He gripped your thigh and lifted it onto his shoulder, planting light kisses up and down your leg as he pumped into you.
Leaning down, he could feel himself starting to lose his rhythm as he met with your lips, his moans melting with your own. You grabbed onto his hair, gently tugging as you felt your abdomen pool with heat. Your name echoed from his lips as he snapped into you roughly, soft grunts releasing into your mouth.
Niragi grabbed hold of the hand in his hair, pinning it above your head as his other tightened on your thigh, his hips sloppily thrusting into you roughly. His eyes wandered in search of yours as you stared into the ceiling above you, the walls growing darker as you could feel yourself falling into your release. He felt your body clench under him as his pace increased, slamming his lips into yours, breaking only to mutter curses mixed with moans into your mouth.
Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder as you felt yourself come undone beneath him, the fire building finally being released through your body. Niragi watched as your face relaxed, admiring the way your mouth moved when you cried out his name, knowing he was the one that made you like this. His hips slammed into you as he felt himself about to reach his own peak, your soft breaths quickly pushing him over the edge.
His head rolled as he grunted in your ear, "Oh fuck, (Y/N)..." Your legs shook at the continued movement, your vision slowly returning to you. Your eyes wandered up to Niragi above you, his bare chest now slick with a thin layer of sweat. His hips jerked into you roughly as he cursed, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groaned, feeling himself burst into you, leaving his final mark.
Your breaths mingled together in the silence, filling the room. Niragi released your wrist, his head leaning to rest on your chest. Your hand stroked his hair, gently weaving in between the strands as his back rose and fell with his breath. He looked up at you slowly, grasping your chin and tilting it down to look at him.
"(Y/N)..."
"Y-yeah, Niragi?"
He stared silently for a moment, licking his lips carefully. His voice was soft and gentle, the opposite of his words. "You're mine. And only mine. Nobody is ever gonna lay a hand on you again... I'll make sure of it."
You swallowed a lump in your throat, unable to look away from his gaze. The words felt more like a threat than a promise, you thought. Seemingly noticing your unease, he lifted himself up off you and cupped your cheek, kissing you roughly. As he pulled back, his thumb ran over your swollen lips, his eyes tracing their outline. Releasing a slight groan as he pulled out of you, Niragi grabbed his briefs, pulled them on, and made his way for the bathroom.
You sat up on the bed, your eyes searching for your top that was discarded earlier. Clothing yourself, you buttoned up Niragi's shirt that still adorned your shoulders. You jumped as you felt a pair of hands wrap around you, quickly realizing who it was when he chuckled.
"Did I scare you?"
Even though you couldn't see Niragi, you could hear his grin. "I didn't hear you..." You felt instant relief as he pulled you into his chest, the warmth seeping through the fabric of his shirt. His scent overtook your senses as you leaned your head back into his neck, his hands creeping under your shirt to rest on your bare skin.
You closed your eyes as you felt his lips against your neck, planting gentle kisses on every spot he marked, almost acting as a physical apology. "I hope it didn't hurt too much," he chuckled. You hummed at his words, trying not to become embarrassed. "I-it was... Good... I liked it," you pursed your lips together, hoping he couldn't see your cheeks flush. You could hear his breath in your ear as he whispered, "Gotta let everyone know who you belong to."
Chishiya tried not to pace in the lobby, his hands firmly in his pockets. He was certain his physical demeanor was on point; cold and distant, unapproachable by most. But mentally, his mind was driving him crazy. He wasn't used to this feeling, whatever it was. He had studied medicine for years and could handle nearly any physical diagnosis. But mental? It was still quite a mystery to him, much to his displeasure. Kuina stood near him, not making eye contact. He could tell she was still upset, another thing that irked him at this particular moment.
Chishiya withheld himself from looking over when he felt eyes piercing into his back, knowing full well who those eyes belonged to. "Niragi," he thought. His mind was overcome with memories of the night prior, his mind finally putting two and two together as he placed this overwhelming feeling, guilt, is what most would call it.
His breath hitched as he heard your voice from behind him, his eyes just barely wandering over to Kuina nearly lunging toward you. He hid his concern as he took notice of the marks and bruises covering your neck and legs. Kuina blocked his sight of you, or perhaps she was blocking your sight of him. He didn't care for it either way.
"Are you alright? What happened? Did..." Kuina's voice grew quiet, though not quite enough for Chishiya not to hear. "Did Niragi do this to you?" He felt his heart skip a beat as he turned his full attention to them, his breath held in his throat, unable to come out. As you opened your mouth to speak, the crowd erupted as Hatter took his place on the balcony. All eyes were on their leader, all eyes except for one.
"The games are upon us again!" Hatter started his speech as normal. Chishiya's eyes wandered over your body worriedly, his final thought from yesterday playing over and over again in his mind, this time accompanied by an afterthought.
"Shit, shit, shit... This is all my fault."
Chishiya looked to the balcony, trying to maintain his composure. His eyes stopped on Niragi, smugly looking down at him from above. He felt his fingernails dig into his palms as the two held gazes. Niragi's eyes said one thing, "I won."
