Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
Kazuya:
Your relationship with Kazuya is difficult to define. You are not dating, there is no place for that in Borderland, but you have something... where passion hides the deep feelings you both try to bury.
Kazuya is forced to project control and authority in the games, making intimacy an intense transaction of dominance to protect himself from vulnerability.
His preferred position is Missionary.
Kazuya prefers it because it allows him complete sight of you: your expressions, your vulnerability, and the pleasure only he can give you. The sensation it produces for him is one of absolute physical control that disguises the emotional connection that terrifies him.
He uses his weight and the firmness of his movements to immobilize you... this act is a safety measure to keep his own emotional barriers up, fearing that a moment of weakness might make him lose control over himself and end up uttering those forbidden words. His dark eyes never leave your face, seeking the reflection of the passion he refuses to name.
While his penetrations are decisive and firm, his voice is a low, possessive murmur, very close to your ear. His words affect you, though you would never tell him, serving as an affirmation of ownership that conceals a deeper feeling.
“Look me in the eyes” he will order with fierce intensity, his hot breath against your jaw. “You are mine. I’m the one giving you all of this. Don't forget it.”
The man gives you the most intense pleasure as an act of desperation in this world without rules, hoping the physical bond he creates is sufficient for you to survive and stay by his side.
Banda Sunato:
The dynamic you have with Banda is that of stalker and victim, where intimacy is another form of psychological torture and confinement, reflecting his cold and manipulative nature. His preferred position is Spooning, entering from behind and cradling you in a way that makes you feel completely trapped.
Banda chooses it because it provides him with a feeling of total confinement and psychological control. He keeps you prisoner between the wall and his slender but iron-hard body, your back against his chest, preventing you from seeing his expression.
This forces you to feel his breath on your neck, while he can whisper directly into your ear, making his twisted voice resonate in your mind. For him, it is a pleasure to break your will while giving you what appears to be a hug.
In the middle of the act, he will use his ability to manipulate, not to praise, but to degrade and remind you how vulnerable you are, seeking your desperation.
“Do you like it?” he will ask in his soft, false tone. “Don’t worry. Youre mine, and I’ll make you feel good until you confess it. Confess that you only want me, and maybe I will think about letting you go.”
Ryuji: Matsuyama
Ryuji and you maintain a friends-with-benefits relationship within the Borderland survival team. Although he is reserved, you are each other's emotional anchor. His favorite position is Cowgirl, where you ride him.
Ryuji prefers it because it is the only moment where he allows himself to release obsessive control over everything and simply feel. This position allows him to observe and actively participate in the passion, maintaining eye contact and the possibility of talking or kissing you. He uses the strength of his notably muscular upper body, not to direct your hips, but to hold you with a desperate firmness, his hands gripping your waist, communicating an intense need that his voice would never admit.
The sensation he experiences is vulnerability and emotional connection; it is the only time he allows himself the luxury of forgetting logic.
“You’re the only real thing right now. Kiss me” he will say in his usually serious voice, now tense with pleasure.
Nobu:
Your relationship with Nobu is one of boyfriend and girlfriend, based on intense and fragile emotional dependence. He lives with a constant fear of abandonment, so his favorite position is any that guarantees maximum contact and the certainty that you will not leave, such as sitting face-to-face with your legs wrapped around his waist.
Nobu needs this position because it provides him with a feeling of extreme intimacy and constant reassurance. He must see your eyes, your face, and have your arms around his neck to believe that you are truly there with him. Intimacy for Nobu is not pleasure, but the temporary abolition of his fear.
His movements are often uncertain, but desperate; his voice is full of gratitude and palpable need.
“Y/N, dont go. Look at me, please,” he will plead in his nervous voice, clinging to you. “Just tell me you won’t leave, okay? I can't... I can't bear this without you. You're the only thing I have.”
Ikeno:
Ikeno and you are teammates, with him being the leader and you a subordinate he uses for his pleasure. His favorite position is the one that allows him total objectification and physical dominance: Doggy Style.
Ikeno chooses it because it produces a feeling of raw domination and heightened ego. He doesn't need visual connection or intimacy, he just needs proof of his power over you. This position is inherently dehumanizing, and the fact that he doesn't have to see your face while possessing you is an extra point for his cruel personality.
His words are always of arrogant degradation, seeking to remind you of his status and how little you are worth without him.
“Hold still and do your part,” he will order with a cynical smile, his voice loud and clear. “Remember Im only using you for my own satisfaction. In this world, only winners matter, and you kneel before one. So don’t complain.”
Aguni:
Your relationship with Aguni is marked by the intensity of his trauma and his struggle for control in Borderland. Outside of the games, he is a tough man who converts all his emotions into rage, but intimacy is the only place where his military facade breaks. His internal pain over the death of his best friend has left him emotionally closed off and unable to trust.
His favorite position is Spooning.
Aguni prefers it because it allows him to experience a physical security he rarely feels, without the vulnerability of eye contact. The position gives him a sense of protection by surrounding you with his large, muscular body, as if the strength of his arms could contain the chaos consuming him. He uses you as his anchor, a physical object that reminds him he is not completely alone.
His movements are slow at first, almost a relief more than a pleasure, but they become fierce and desperate as the need to feel you overwhelms him. His voice is deep and demanding, but what he says is a plea.
“Dont move. Just... stay like that,” he will hug you with a strength that takes your breath away. “Just feel me and stay here.”
Arisu:
Arisu, the intelligent and compassionate player, is constantly tormented by guilt for the friends he couldn't save. For him, intimacy is a desperate attempt to connect... to prove that goodness and real feelings still exist.
His favorite position is Missionary.
Arisu chooses it because it allows him total vision. He desperately needs uninterrupted eye contact to confirm that you are real, present, and not another victim he will be responsible for. Intimacy becomes a forced therapy for his pain and depression, he has to see your pleasure to justify his survival.
His movements are hesitant and full of fear of hurting you at first, but they become stronger and rhythmic when he sees joy on your face, as if he is solving an emotional survival game. His voice is an intense whisper that asks for reassurance.
“Look at me, please. I need to know this is happening, say my name... tell me I’m doing this right. Are you okay? Dont lie to me.”
Chishiya:
Chishiya is the cynical genius of logic, the manipulator who sees people as variables in an experiment. His profession as a disillusioned doctor makes him incapable of emotional attachment. For him, sex is a clean, calculated exchange of pleasure.
Therefore, his favorite position is Sixty-Nine.
Chishiya prefers it because it is the most logical solution to intimacy: it is perfectly symmetrical and efficient. Both receive pleasure with the minimum emotional investment and without the vulnerability of eye contact.
It is a transactional act that avoids the messiness of feelings, something he despises. He enjoys the absence of hierarchy in that moment, because at the end of the day, everyone is alone.
His movements are precise, technical, and analytical. He seems to enjoy the act as if he were studying a chemical reaction. His voice is condescending, and his dialogue is as if he is explaining the rules of a game.
“I love this position, it’s an efficient solution. Don’t you find it fascinating how we can satisfy each other equally? Now focus, or I'll get bored.”
Niragi:
Niragi is a volatile and aggressive man, whose abuse of power in Borderland is a direct response to the bullying and lack of status he suffered in the real world. Intimacy is for him the absolute validation that he is now strong and dangerous.
Therefore, his favorite position is Doggy Style.
Niragi chooses it because it provides him raw dominance and a complete objectification of your body. It is the position that most directly satisfies his hunger for power and allows him to unleash his aggression without limits. He doesn't need to see your face; he just needs to know that you submit to his will and that you are his.
His movements are violent and unrestrained, driven by repressed rage. It is not about your pleasure, but about releasing his own through intimidation and pain. His voice is full of degradation and commands.
“Look how you shake beneath me, bitch! You’re pathetic. Now scream my name... loud, so they hear you!”
Tatta:
Tatta is, by nature, friendly and calm, but he carries a heavy psychological burden for having caused permanent harm to his coworker. Intimacy is an act of service and a constant apology.
His favorite position is Classic Missionary.
Tatta prefers it because it is the most tender and safest position. Being dominant in the act, he feels the responsibility not to cause harm. He must see your face to confirm that you are safe and comfortable. His pleasure is directly linked to the absence of pain and the presence of joy in your expression, which momentarily absolves him of his guilt.
His movements are hesitant and excessively gentle at first, full of a palpable fear of hurting you, and he apologizes instinctively. His voice is sweet and anxious for your well-being.
“Am I going too fast? Please let me know if I hurt you. I just want you to feel good. You're the only good thing in this place... I swear I’m going to take care of you.”
Tetsu:
Tetsu is an emotional, temperamental, and decisive man who, despite his issues, proves to be brave and protective of his friends. His history suggests a deep dissatisfaction with his own control in life.
His favorite position is Reverse Cowgirl.
Tetsu chooses it because it allows him to cede all control. In this position, the fear of making mistakes dissolves, as you set the rhythm and depth. He can simply observe and admire you, concentrating on the joy of being the recipient of your pleasure without the pressure of being the executor of it. It is the only place where he doesn't have to be the leader or the protector.
His movements are minimal and limited to holding you. He is completely submissive to the rhythm you impose on him. His voice is rough and emotional, but focused on praising you and surrendering to your dominance.
“Shit, yes! Don’t let go of me. Don’t stop... like that. You’re doing exactly what feels good. Look at me, but don’t stop. Don’t stop for me.”
For anon who requested a smutty Nobu x reader fic 👀
Reader and Nobu met during the zombie game where Reader was the one to turn him. Afterwards, Reader joins Nobu's group where they get a little steamy in the aftermath of the game.
Word Count: 2.4K
WARNINGS: 18+, swearing, smut beneath break, subby!Nobu, handjob/fingering, brief mention of self-harm, spoilers for AIB S3
a/n: I am unclear as to Nobu's age in S3 (I assumed he was over 21) but just to be on the safe side I've aged him up to mid-20s in this. Smut is a bit naff in this one but hope you enjoy it anyway! - E🌻
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You stood around the edges of a group of people on a floor of what seemed to be a medical laboratory. It was extremely bright, white and clinical, perfectly reflecting the nature of the game you found yourself thrown into. Four people had been given a ‘zombie’ card, others had ‘vaccines’ and ‘shotguns’ aiming to either cure or kill a zombie when found. From the beginning you knew the zombies would win. It was human nature after all, the desperation to survive, and the best way to do that in this situation was turn as many humans as possible. However, revealing yourself as a zombie pretty much guarantees death. So the best course of action for a zombie was to blend in until the right moment to start turning others. Making it through multiple rounds with a group of individuals you had no knowledge about was difficult, it had made their actions unpredictable. But ultimately you knew that the zombies would win.
So, it was a good thing you were a zombie.
You had a plan of course. After observing the others in your group you knew that a man named Arisu had to be saved. He was smart, a team-player and a great strategist. However, that didn’t mean you could trust him to not spread around that you were the zombie to turn him. So instead you settled on turning one of his team-mates, someone he would feel obliged to keep safe. That person was Nobu. He was a sweet, timid looking man around the same age as you who had smiled brightly despite being scared before his expression had turned suspicious when he noticed you passively observing players rather than directly intervening. Others automatically viewed him as the ‘kid’ of their little group and everyone was very protective going off the reactions to him being forced by Ikeno to use his shotgun on a zombie. You had taken the time to watch Nobu, analyse his personality and playing style. Definitely more of a follower than leader, eager to please, and innocent in a way that allowed others to trust him easily. It would be too easy to convince him that becoming a zombie was in his best interest, that being vaccinated was certain death, and the only way to save his friends was to turn them.
And so you decided to set your plan into action. When the robotic voice announced that the next round would begin, you practically leapt off the table you were perched on and strode confidently towards Nobu. He was startled by the hand you set on his shoulder, indicating you wished to play a round with him. Looking you up and down with clear suspicion in his eyes he gave one final glance to Arisu, who nodded reassuringly, before turning to follow you out the lab door and down a corridor where a game table was set up.
You sat down gracefully while in stark contrast Nobu hit his chair with a ‘thump’ as he let his whole bodyweight sink down. He still had that suspicious look in his eyes. Never having played against you he had no idea the cards you had in your possession. Even if he had played against you, he wouldn't know about the zombie card since it hadn't been used until now.
Before Nobu could even open his mouth to start useless small talk you announced. “I'm a zombie.” Watching as he visibly recoiled, skin paling and eyes going glassy with the implication that he was doomed.
“I-I don't b-believe you.” Nobu stuttered cutely. God I want to just pinch his cheeks and hide him away from the world! The slightly deranged part of your brain shouted at you. In reality you showed no outward reaction and simply continued to speak in a cool, measured tone.
“Why would I lie? At this point in the game it wouldn't benefit me at all.”
“Maybe you want to flush out my vaccine card? Or my shotgun!” His hands were shaking and clearly grasping at straws.
“I know you don't have a shotgun card anymore Nobu. You used it on a zombie a few rounds ago.” You were blunt but honest, needing Nobu to understand how serious you were. “So let me tell you what's going to happen. You're going to let me turn you, walk back into that room like nothing happened, and in the following round turn Arisu. Don't worry though, the rest of your team will follow.”
“Why the hell would I do that? I'll be killing them!”
You laughed loudly. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh but it's cute how naive you are.” Covering your smile with the back of your hand, you composed yourself before continuing. “Use the brain I know you have Nobu. Do you really think that the zombie's are going to sit back and wait for people to cure them? You really think this infection hasn't spread since the start of this game? We're not the only team playing and you can't be sure they're using the same strategy as us.” Nobu's eyes widened, just now realising the reality of your words before he started to breathe heavily.
“Shit…”
“So you see, becoming a zombie is really in the best interest of you and your team.”
“But…but what if someone finds out and-”
“If you act as if nothing's wrong it'll be fine, then you can play with Arisu no problem. He'll help protect you and the others in your team.” Nobu nodded seriously, his eyes wide in disbelief and pure panic.
“But Nobu…there's something I need you to promise me before I save you.” His eyes locked onto you, desperation clear in his gaze.
“Anything!”
“I need you to promise me that after I save you, I can be part of your team.”
“Yeah, of course! You'll be saving our lives after all.” You smiled sweetly at him, watching as he turned a flattering shade of pink before clearing his throat and turning his cards over. None of them were an item card which meant you were safe as you also flipped your card over to reveal a zombie.
“Welcome to the winning side Nobu.” You smirked widely, a chaotic look in your eyes. “Now, time to spread that infection.”
The game had ended just as you had predicted. The zombies won with only 13 humans still left uninfected. It turned out that Arisu himself was a zombie all along, but you had rather enjoyed playing master manipulator and were glad to have saved Nobu. Plus you got to join a stable and loyal group of individuals. You weren't the only newcomer, a girl called Rei with gorgeous blue hair and a killer fashion sense had been brought into the fold by Arisu while Nobu had eagerly introduced you as ‘the lady who saved my life!’. Quick greetings had been made before you all followed as Arisu guided you in the direction of the next game, quickly finding a place to rest for the night.
Finding a spot slightly away from the main group, you leaned back against the wall and stared out into nothingness. Exhaustion took hold of you momentarily causing you to slump and take a heaving sigh. So caught up in your own thoughts you didn't notice Nobu making his way over to you until he cleared his throat and gestured to sit next to you. Nodding your consent, he sat close enough that you could feel his body heat and noticed when his shoulder briefly brushed against yours. The skin there burned and your heart seemed to skip a beat, clearly the attraction you felt towards Nobu wasn't a one off.
“I just wanted to thank you again for saving me.”
“And I keep telling you, there's really no need.” That was true, you had saved him for selfish purposes but that didn't mean you regretted it. An awkward silence fell over the two of you, everyone else had drifted into dream-land including Arisu who you had witnessed fighting off sleep for the last hour.
“You weren't here for the conversation we all had, but we figured out we all received a playing card sometime before being brought back into these games.”
“Yeah I got one, some creepy-ass guy cornered me at my job and passed it to me. Said some bullshit about how he couldn't wait to see me play again.” You laughed humorlessly. “At the time I thought he was just some weirdo but now I realise exactly what he meant.”
“Yeah, a lot of us thought the same or didn't even remember him until we arrived here. I was leaving a support group for self-harm when he stopped me in the street, handed me a card and seemed to disappear like some freaky magician.”
The offhanded comment was spoken so casually you had to take a moment to fully process it. To talk about something that was clearly so raw and sensitive, judging by the nervous glance in your direction, was incredibly brave. Your respect for Nobu had increased significantly and you no longer viewed him as an easily manipulated asset, but as an individual who had faced hardship and come out the other end stronger.
It was also an incredibly attractive quality.
Watching as Nobu bit his bottom lip absentmindedly, you couldn't control the urge to lean over and place a delicate kiss on his plump lips before pulling away slightly to watch for his reaction. His eyes were wide, shocked that you'd even wanted to kiss him before he smiled shyly and leaned forwards the tiniest amount. Clearly he was signaling that he wanted to kiss again but was too afraid to voice it.
Lucky you were smart enough to read body language.
This time when your lips met it was passionate, slightly sloppy on Nobu's end indicating his lack of experience but you quickly fixed that by taking charge and encouraging him to follow the rhythm and pace set. It was heavenly, the feel of slow, languid kisses and the intoxicating scent of Nobu allowed you to briefly forget the horror of being back in the borderlands. Eventually you both pulled away, heaving and flushed.
“You're a virgin right?” You had a lack of filter and the word vomit had startled Nobu, face bright red and stuttering as he decided how to answer. Choosing to take pity on him you smiled sweetly.
“Don't worry, I can help take care of that if you want?” He nodded eagerly, almost puppy like in his expression and actions, you chuckled while reaching out to stroke the side of his face. “Promise to be quiet baby? We don't want anyone waking up, now do we?”
“N-No, definitely not. I promise I'll be quiet, like a mouse!” His need to please and eagerness was endearing.
“Good boy.” He practically melted at those words and in that moment you knew he would do anything you asked of him, as long as you followed through on the promise to fuck him.
This time it was Nobu who initiated the kiss, now he knew for sure he was allowed it seems that he was taking full advantage of that. As the intensity of the make-out session grew, so did the pressure between your legs. Snaking a hand down the front of Nobu’s chest, you landed on the surprisingly large bulge between his legs and pressed firmly down on it drawing a deliciously sinful moan from him. Grinning into the kiss you continued to grind your hand against his erection whilst your other guided Nobu's to reach inside your pants and past your underwear. As he made contact with your core you breathed a sigh into his mouth, moving to trail kisses down his neck before biting down with enough pressure to leave a mark. You were rewarded with Nobu's long fingers brushing hesitantly against your soaked entrance as you took the time to gently guide him through his first time fingering someone. Just like kissing, it was clumsy at first but the more he moved his fingers in and out, the better he became. Finally he hit that particularly pleasurable spot which made you groan loudly before remembering that you weren't alone.
Freezing you looked frantically around the room and relaxed when you noticed nobody had woken from the noise. Nobu clearly hadn't noticed the mistake as he continued, gazing at you with wide expectant eyes. Smiling you rewarded his dedication with a kiss and your hand moving inside his underwear to grasp his dick firmly. It was thick and hot, a result of his obvious arousal, and as you ran your hand up and down its length drops of cum gathered at the tip. A loud, desperate whine escaped Nobu's mouth which you instantly hushed by pressing a hand firmly against it.
“Gotta be quiet baby, or this stops.” He whimpered, eyes shining with unshed tears as if the idea of you stopping now physically hurt. He mumbled something unintelligible but nodded quickly in understanding. “Hmmm, I don’t know if I can trust you baby. That was an awfully loud moan.” You smirked teasingly. “Guess I'll just have to keep my hand here.” And true to your word, your hand didn't move from where it was clasped over his mouth, muffling his moans of pleasure as you increased the speed of the hand job. In response, Nobu's hand matched your speed and soon you both reached orgasm at the same time, chest heaving and skin damp with sweat.
Leaning your body against his, you caught your breath before asking.
“So how was that?”
“Amazing.” He became fidgety then, playing with your hair as he asked. “What about you?”
“It was perfect baby, you did such a good job.” Nobu practically lit up at the praise and snuggled closer to you with a hand wrapped around your shoulders and waist.
“So…how do you feel about round two?” Looking up at him you smirked and was met with a love struck expression as he nodded. Just as you were about to close the gap between you, a voice rang through the silent room.
“I'd rather you didn't.” With a startled gasp, you both jumped and swiveled your bodies in the direction of the voice. It was Kazuya, sitting with an expression of disgusted amusement. “Next time you might want to double check who can hear you.” Laughing at your embarrassment, Kazuya lay back down, turning his back on you. Sharing a look of humiliation you both decided it was time to get some rest before the next game. Hopefully there would be time for round two in the future.
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