I've been through it, and honestly I'm probably still in it... but I'm doing better. Thank you SO much to anyone and everyone who has reached out to check on me, ilysm 🥹 I'll do my best to catch up with comments and messages as and when I can, and if I get around to explaining myself properly, I will.
I've been writing again. Actually, I really never stopped, I've just been stockpiling it. I've said it before and I'll say it again - there is not a story I've mentioned or promised that will go unwritten, even if I have to publish it from beyond the grave 🤣
That said, I'm unsure where to begin. I'm thinking about waiting to post the Kinktober/Kinkcember fics (I am such a fucking joke, seriously 💀) until they're all finished (I have ~ 10 more that need editing) and then I will just queue them to post in order in case I 👻 again. But otherwise... what do you guys want to see? From my lurking, it feels the AiB Fandom is a little on the quiet side.
What do you say, care to help me revive it? ✨️
Please leave your suggestions, comments, anger/relief/whatever you may be feeling on this post 🫶🏻 I feel so much relief to have the capacity to be here with you again 🩷
Tagging all my lists so you know I'm okay and back:
Not sure why it's a new trend among fic readers to assume if the fic has not been posted within the week it's inappropriate to comment on it, like the fic has to be hot out of the oven to give feedback for.
I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.
Just comment on the fic. Doesn't matter how old it is.
Shuntarō Chishiya x childhood best friend (Niragi's sister!) Reader
An object (or person) doesn't change unless acted upon by an external force; in this case YOU are the external force exerting change on two canonically very broken people.
You're Niragi's little sister, having been raised by him for the last eight years after escaping your abusive father. Life is pretty good to you, though, being well on your way to becoming a doctor AND doing so with your childhood best friend. Speaking of him, you are still just best friends, right? Lately you haven't been so sure . . .
Right as you're about to find out, the world you know is yanked out from under you. Now you find yourself stuck in what feels like hell, with the two people you care most about in the world. What lengths will they go to manipulate the game in the Borderlands, and make sure to keep you safe along the way? And how will you feel about them taking such drastic measures?
There's only one thing you know for sure, and it's that life is a game itself.
after much internal deliberation and back and forth about this story (my original baby 🥹), i have decided to CONTINUE 🎉
that said, all of the available chapters have been getting refreshes from me recently (usually just phrasing adjustments, nothing major) ✨️ once they are updated on tumblr, i'll reblog it so you know it has my current stamp of approval 😉
i've changed my mind about the future directions and added key moments that have rejuvenated my excitement for sharing this story 🩷 i really hope you're excited to continue reading it too
you can expect updates to be approximately every other week on Saturdays (alternating with Ricochet). if i'm able to update more often, then i definitely will 😁
i'd love to hear any comments, questions, or requests here - love you all so much 🩷 Talia
Shuntarō Chishiya x GN!Reader (Self Proclaimed Allies to Enemies to Lovers)
Shuntarō Chishiya is a cunning man; smart as a whip, apathetic as hell, and totally self-serving in every sense of the phrase.
When you recruit him to the Beach after yet another brutal fight for your lives, the man truly believes he's hit the jackpot - you're the trapped mouse to his starving cat, and you'll serve perfectly as a pawn in any game he chooses.
Because outwardly, you radiate kindness, generosity, and an innocent sort of charm; quickly gaining trust and becoming as popular of a figure as you'd been at home.
Little does Chishiya realize, however, the depth or true nature of that charm, nor does he realize the reality of your own dark and manipulative intentions.
Because you are not nobody. No, you've worked tirelessly to build this persona brick-by-brick, to climb the ladder of society while stepping on whoever you had to to get there, all to ensure you'd never be the one left burning again.
You aren't anyone's pawn.
But you do enjoy a rousing game of chess, and collecting pawns is your favorite part. What is it that they say? Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.
Quickly and quietly, you allow Chishiya into your orbit, knowing all the while that the blond is playing you. Lucky enough, you're engaged in the game too, matching him move for move without him ever suspecting the truth. You're determined to send his own bullet rebounding back, serving him up as his own sacrifice. If he bleeds out, why should you care? That would be the consequences of his own actions.
If only one person is making it out of Borderland alive, it's going to be you.
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I've been sitting on this story for a LONG time, so I'm really excited about it 🤭 I'd love to hear feedback or answer any questions you may have about it! As usual, this preview post will turn into the series Masterlist once I've posted the first chapter of the story ✨️
Omg I'm happy your back and hope your doing well I feel so new here I started reading Ur fics when u were Mia but love u girl xx
ahhh omg welcome! 🥹🩷 i am so happy you're here and i'm also so happy to be here again! ✨️
ilysm 🥰 i would love to hear what you'd like to read from me since you're active and reading in the community! (no pressure at all!) i feel unsure where to start 😫
What was formerly known as Kinkcember Day 2 - Dacryphilia | Takeru Danma (Hatter) x F!Reader x Morizono Aguni
Kinkcember 2025 Masterlist
Content Warning: As the prompt suggests, this is dacryphilia adjacent, although I'm not certain that I was able to do it much justice; detailed descriptions of sex; alluding to/discussions of a polyamorous relationship; major character death; Reader goes through the stages of grief/is depressed at one point; Hatter himself is a bit of a warning; probably curse words since I have no chill
I won't tell anyone what or what not to do, but please interact responsibly ✨️
A/N - Well well well . . . would you look what we have here? IT'S ME AGAIN 🩷✨️
I'm not even going to say A WORD about where I've been or why I abandoned Kinktober and then Kinkcember basically immediately after I was so excited about it (let's just say that I never want to be apart from you guys). I'm also not going to make promises or make any potentially false claims about what the future will hold or when you will get stories from me, because it seems like every time I try to do just that, I get sucked into another ridiculous hurricane that prevents me from showing up.
I will, however, apologize for abandoning you again and making you wait an eternity for all these really fun stories that I actually DO WANT TO WRITE AND PUBLISH FOR YOU. I promise to do better (I really can't do much worse, the bar is truly set in Hell).
Should I be blessed enough to get to stay creative and able to write, I'll be working through my WIP folder (including what was supposed to be for Kinktober/Kinkcember) and hopefully finishing up requests (or taking new ones if the AiB community isn't completely dead). I will also try to be active in my comments and asks, I have a lot to catch up on! As always, thank you guys for your patience and the kindness you show me. I have missed you SO much, you have no idea how much I wanted to be back here in this space with you all.
I'm hoping to breathe a little life back into the Alice in Borderland community with posting some stories, as I fear it has gotten a little on the quiet side.
So anyway, back to the story - five (⁉️) months ago, I basically decided at the last minute to completely dismantle and change this story, and that was the beginning of my second (or third, or five millionth) downfall. It's kind of different from the way I normally tell my stories, but I hope you love it nonetheless!
It ended up being pretty smutty but also depressing, not sure how well that's going to go over with you all, but let's see!
Is this my first ever [published] Hatter fic? I have so much written/partially written for him + Aguni, but for whatever reason I've never released them (I would guess that lack of interest is one of them). Lmk if this is something you want to see more of in the future!
You and your boyfriend are a match made in Heaven. What is it that they say? Opposites attract?
That couldn't be more true for you and the man affectionately known to most people as Hatter. Though to you, he'd always be Takeru - a loud, messy kind of guy with a larger-than-life personality; a true leader of people, you could say, something like a king in his own rite. Or at least, that's probably what he'd like for people to perceive. And you? You're a fairly reserved kind of girl - quiet, observant, and sweeter than candy. Always kind, always generous, and almost always crying for one reason or another.
A perfectly submissive counterpart to his dominance.
A lot of people would probably get annoyed with how emotional you can be, or with how easily tears can be ellicited. You've witnessed it first hand in previous relationships, always having your partner gaslighting you into feeling guilty about crying "yet again", when it was usually their insensitive words or actions that led you there in the first place.
Not Takeru, though. No, Takeru absolutely eats it up and has since the second that you met. You'd accidentally bumped into him while looking down at your phone, weeping fondly over the adorable video of your best friend's baby playing with the family dog she'd sent earlier in the day. Of course, you'd cried even harder as you apologized profusely for your carelessness, but Takeru had been smitten instantly.
You're certain that his favorite pasttime is picking on you when you're already in a fragile state, hoping above all hope that he'll get a front row seat to watch your lashline sparkle with fresh tears . . . it turns him into a feral dog every. single. time. He loves the way your pretty face scrunches up the second you see something sad. He loves the way your manicured eyebrows thread together and your perfect pouty lips get all quivery when you see something that's "just so beautiful". But he especially loves the way your gorgeous eyes get glassy and spill over with the glittering drops, cascading like two rivers down your cheeks when you reach the point of emotional overwhelm. God he loves you.
"Want me to give you a good reason for tears, my love?" He'll whisper teasingly at the shell of your ear, the facial hair you always beg him not to mess with tickling the sensitive skin. The strong muscles of his chest ripple with his movement as he pulls your back flush to him, his hand snaking around to press dangerously into the column of your throat. Like one of Pavlov's dogs, your breath always hitches, heat pooling in your lower belly the second he even starts the sentence.
Because you knew he always would.
It's always that delicious question, posed more like a promise or even a threat that landed you straight on your back pressed into a flimsy cardboard box in the stockroom of the hat shop. Your feet lock behind his neck, perfect legs draped over his shoulders as if they belong there as his length thrusts into you ruthlessly, the blue and orange kimono-like robe he insisted on wearing for "your privacy" billowing around him. The pad of his thumb draws lazy circles on your sensitive bud that don't quite match his pace, but it doesn't matter. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he does it well.
Given the difference in your sizes, and just how well-endowed Takeru is, it isn't long before your lashes are soaked with tears; encouraged by the incredible stretch of your tight hole around his girth, and the long, languid strokes that force the tip of his pretty, reddened cock to kiss your cervix. So deep. So sensual. So perfect, every time.
He throws his head back with a growl, curly, sweat-soaked hair messy and chaotic; you couldn't design a more perfect physical representation of him if you tried. "Fuck, I love when you cry like this, with my cock splitting you open . . . do you even remember what you were crying about before, baby?"
You shake your head emphatically no, your eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure as the tears continue to roll down your cheeks and into your hair. Of course you have no idea what you were crying about, the only thing worthy of your attention now is Takeru, and submitting yourself fully to the way he worships your body. One of his hands remains lazily teasing your clit while the other alternates between rolling your pebbled nipples between his thumb and index finger.
The prettiest moan always falls from your swollen lips, choked a little bit from your pleasure-induced sobbing, the second his lips and tongue find one of those hardened peaks. Takeru loves to bite the sensitive skin before running over it with his warm, wet tongue like a balm, over and over again until goosebumps have erupted on every inch of your body and you're sniffling from the contrast of pleasure and pain.
The sound that tears from his throat is guttural, almost primal with desire and love when your pussy starts to flutter, lowering his full body weight onto you to crush you into a messy mating press. His tongue flicks out again, this time licking the streams of tears from your rosy cheeks before slamming his lips down onto yours, forcing you both to savor the salty taste. By this point, it's always almost too much - too erotic, too overstimulating, too strangely romantic. You're vaguely aware in your blissed-out state that the box he's laid you down on won't support both of your weights for long, but you also know that Takeru will never stop until he reaches his goal, not until you're both tossed over the edge of ecstasy. And that's just another reason you love him so much.
The sounds filling the stockroom are lewd and damn near pornographic - the wet slapping of his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy as his heavy balls ram deliciously against your ass, tightening up the closer he gets to his orgasm; the way the two of you pant wildly for breath in overexertion as you both chase your high, and of course, your quiet little sniffles as you can't help but continue crying. Your fingernails dig into his muscular biceps, your hole clamping down hard as you cry out with watery words, your orgasm finally taking over, "Takeru!"
Takeru practically roars as he pulls out just in time after being triggered by your orgasm, hot ropes of his cum painting your bare belly and chest like a masterpiece. You'd almost prefer he just came inside you, to save the mess that always follows, but . . . "Darling, don't you know the mess is my favorite part?" He'd always ask if you tried to propose it. He swipes up a few of your lingering tears and drags his finger through the cum on your belly, dominatingly stuffing his thumb into your mouth. "Don't we taste good together, love? God, you're such a good girl for me."
By then, the box almost always has enough, not planning on waiting for the two of you to have aftercare and pillowtalk too, crumpling under your combined weight and sending you both careening to the floor in a fit of your squeals and his chuckles.
It doesn't matter, this messy life is perfect; Takeru always scoops you up off the floor, shrugging the colorful robe off and wrapping it lovingly around you while he gets you cleaned up, kissing your pretty nose and lips as he works.
There will always be more boxes.
For all of the times that this exact situation plays out over the course of your three year relationship - and let's be real, that's at least once or twice a week - you're blessed that you're only caught one time. And doubly blessed that it's Takeru's childhood best friend that happens upon you.
You'll never forget how you'd been mid pleasure-filled sob when Aguni's stoic face peeked around the curtain after calling out your names but failing to wait for a response. How you'd cried even harder when panic and something else - excitement? had bloomed in your chest. And Takeru, oh . . . you knew in an instant that your boyfriend loved that his best friend was here, watching him glide in and out of your pussy. His abs had flexed and his cock had pulsed, filling your tight channel with a guttural sound deep from his belly.
You'll never forget how Aguni had stood frozen like a deer in headlights, unable to take his rapidly darkening eyes off of the sight in front of him. You could tell by the way his chest tightened, the vein in his forehead bulging just slightly as something else visibly bulged too, that he was caught somewhere between surprise, guilt, and arousal. A strange mix of emotions, but it looked good on him.
Takeru had thought so too.
Your boyfriend had clapped his hands together in glee at being caught by his best friend, his dark eyes sparkling in a mischievous way while his softening cock remained inside you.
"I have an incredible idea."
And that is how you ended up tangled in your bedsheets with not just one but two boyfriends, absolutely wailing in overstimulation. Takeru was in heaven, his ring-clad fingers digging tightly into the meat of your hips, guiding your pace as you ride him. Aguni's arms stay wrapped steadyingly around your waist, palms splayed widely on your belly as his cock stretches your tight ass around him.
As much as Takeru loved to fold you in half and dominate the hell out of you, he also loved to have you ride his cock. Why? Well because once you were overstimulated enough, which happened much faster now because of Aguni's massive member being stuffed inside you too, the hot tears would start to fall, and Takeru would have the absolute pleasure of being rained on by them.
"Ah, fuck, Aguni . . . pound her harder. I want her to sob for us," He'd growl, flicking your nipple with his middle finger. And though Aguni didn't really get it, this kink that Takeru had for your crying, he'd lower one of his hands still wrapped around you, expertly finding the swollen bud of your clit and picking up his pace so that you're bouncing between his cock and Takeru's.
You would inevitably cry harder, your eyebrows pinching together as you allow yourself to drown in the pleasure that can only be given to you by two men that hold so much love in their hearts for you and for each other. Kiss swollen lips would part in a wail, a mixture of both their names and whatever else you can blubber out incoherently, tears cascading down onto Takeru's chest and face - oh yes, he was intoxicated by these moments. For a long time, Aguni truly thought that Takeru was just exerting his dominance over you, or even just being a little bit of a freak as his friend-turned-lover is truly known to be.
"Stop making her sad on purpose, Takeru. You're supposed to make her feel better, not worse," He'd grumble when your boyfriend egged you on, trying to make the tears spill over regardless of what the three of you were doing, it didn't need to be explicit, but it would almost always turn that way anyway.
But really, you cried so much and so often that most people in your life didn't bat an eye at it anymore, and Aguni had eventually become accustomed to it as well. Becoming emotional and crying was simply a part of you that your loved ones had to come to understand.
That is, until the incident.
Your sweet mother, a total trainwreck not unlike yourself (I mean, where did you think you got it from?) had called you in a panic. "Where are you? Shibuya was destroyed. You aren't near there, are you?"
No, you had answered, grabbing your purse and keys in a hurry, tripping over the rug in the hallway. Because Takeru and Aguni had been in Shibuya this morning on a mission to get breakfast for the three of you.
They hadn't come home yet.
It was only a few minutes later, as you stand barricaded away from the wreckage that had once been one of your favorite places in the world with the other panicked citizens trying to get information on missing loved ones, that you got the call that changed your entire life.
They wouldn't be coming home today.
Takeru is gone. But miraculously, Aguni should one day make a full recovery.
The life drained from you in that instant, the words delivered by a very apologetic nurse, who no doubt had been tasked with making some incredibly difficult phone calls, echoing in your ears. Takeru is gone. He's gone, and he won't be coming back. It feels like your entire life's purpose has been stripped from you, like the glue that had held you together is suddenly missing without you ever getting the chance to say goodbye.
But then you remember - Aguni is still alive. And how can you possibly live two without the third? Without the one who had really cultivated and held this love triangle together? How can you and Aguni make this work?
And you consider for a while, that maybe you don't. Maybe this is where you and Aguni go your separate ways and pretend nothing had ever happened between the three of you. That he had simply been Takeru's childhood best friend, and you Takeru's girlfriend. Just acquaintances, people that encountered one another in passing but nothing more. That is what the vast majority of people believed anyway.
You even told yourself that you could be fine walking away from it, from him and all the pieces of your lost boyfriend that he holds in his heart and carries with him. But when the hospital calls days later to let you know that Aguni is finally awake and asking for you . . . that he had asked about Takeru too, your feet and heart take you straight to his bedside and you vow to stay forever. No matter how hard it would be.
You could and would make this work, because he is the only thing you have left.
The whisperings and gossip of acquaintances and even some friends and family filtered back to the two of you, because you'd decided to be very public and intentional about your relationship with Aguni now. "Her and Aguni . . . his best friend. How could she have moved on so quickly? Maybe it's just the shock. She'll leave him when she starts processing the grief." Disapproval, surprise, more grief.
But they didn't know what you knew. Hadn't seen the way Takeru loved to kiss you then turn his head to kiss Aguni, then push you and Aguni's faces together. This was a concept kept secret and private between the three of you while you figured out what exactly it meant, that hadn't had a chance to be taken public or announced to the world. Oh, how you wish now that you had. Even just once, had dinner all three of you where you held hands, fed each other pieces of food, snuggled together.
Because now you'd never get the chance to show them both off as yours. And now? You look like a widow that runs straight to the closest person to your dearly deceased, and Aguni looks like he stole his best friend's girl.
Neither of you care, not really. Because you know. You know that Takeru would have wanted this, would have encouraged you to stay together. To lean on each other through the pain - to cry together. Oh, would that dear boyfriend of yours have wanted you to cry.
But the thing is, you haven't shed a single tear since the day that Takeru died, too numb and missing the piece of you that had truly made you shine. You cling to Aguni, waiting impatiently for him to heal enough to go home. You sit with him as he cries for Takeru, and for you, and for the polyamorous relationship that you hadn't cherished or shown off nearly as much as you should have for what it was worth to you.
You personally don't acknowledge it much, not really. And certainly not in the way most people expected from you. It's more of a denial than anything else, that your boyfriend couldn't possibly be gone. Where Aguni wants to talk about him, wants to grieve him, you simply can't. You just feel cold, numb; empty and dry of tears for the first time in your life.
Aguni is patient and understanding as he moves through the stages of grief while you stay frozen in place, stubbornly deciding that denial is where you'll just have to live until you finally take your last breath.
But after yet another argument with your parents, of them telling you that this isn't you, that what you're doing isn't protecting you but hurting you further, and that it certainly isn't helping Aguni, you finally crack just a little bit. Enough to decide to try. To try to feel something other than a void where your heart and soul should be.
That is how you'd ended up here, nearly a year after the incident, back in the stockroom of the lonely and abandoned hat shop. Dust floats in the stale air like a snowglobe, because neither you nor Aguni had had the courage to return since just before Takeru's funeral.
"We don't have to do this," Aguni assures you quietly, a soothing hand interlacing with yours as you stand staring shakily at the boxes of unopened accessories. You swallow the lump forming in your throat, the first sign of emotion that you've displayed in eleven months.
"I-i want to. I need to feel what it's like again," You murmur, closing your eyes to try to surrender to the emotions of your familiar surroundings. Aguni watches you silently, observing, before releasing your hand and quietly moving behind you. He pulls you flush against his chest, his muscular, much more intimidating form elliciting a shiver to wrack through your body. Having seen Takeru do this very thing to you many many times since the three of you became involved, he presses his lips to the shell of your ear, "Do you want me to give you a good reason for tears, my love?" He asks, just like he would have.
That does it. God, does that do it. It being so many things, but the best of all? Making you absolutely sob as you nod emphatically, turning around in Aguni's arms and pressing your tear-soaked face into his neck.
Aguni's fingers card into your hair soothingly, tilting your head back to look up at him. Unlike your late boyfriend, he doesn't lick your tears off your cheeks, but instead kisses them, his own tears pooling at his lash line.
You reach up between the two of you, gently cupping his cheeks in your palms. Your foreheads naturally gravitate to each other in a kiss, the two of you standing there in the empty stockroom, swaying together as you finally succumb to the emotions that had been building deep inside you. No longer trying to stay strong for Aguni, no more withholding tears because even those remind you of what you've lost. Fuck, if this isn't exactly what the two of you needed.
"I miss him," you say finally, your voice watery and shaky as you finally address the loss of Takeru for the first time since it happened. Your eyes flick briefly around the dimly lit space, every nook and cranny wrecking you a little more with ghosts of memories. Aguni has to catch you from falling to the ground when your gaze finally lands on the blue and orange kimono that Takeru had always insisted on wearing when he fucked you back here.
He's gentle as he cradles your head, pressing soft kisses all over your face and down your neck. "I get it now," he murmurs quietly, kissing your eyelids gently and savoring the way your tears taste on his lips. "He wasn't just being a freak." You look up at him questioningly, the warm, bulb light reflecting brightly in the tears still sitting at your waterline.
Aguni chuckles, pressing a kiss now to your red nose. "Takeru's obsession with you crying. It wasn't just another one of his quirks. He thought your emotions were beautiful and he loved it."
He lays you down, your back pressing into the familiar texture of the cardboard box. His touch is sweet as ever when he wraps Takeru's cherished robe around you, kissing every inch of your skin before sheathing himself inside you. Hours pass as you make love slow and sweet, a remembrance of what you'd both lost, and the start of something completely new for the two of you.
It's not quite the same as the way Takeru had done it, but maybe this is exactly what you and Aguni had needed to find - your own dynamic. Where Takeru had been feral, passionate, and near obsessed with you, what Aguni and you are building is softer, sweeter. Still passionate and loving, but just in a different way.
So now you know that it's time to re-open Hat Danma for the public, you and Aguni together; crying tears of despair, of happiness, and of absolute pleasure.
Takeru would have loved every second of this.
♤ ♡ ◇ ♧
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Summary: Chishiya takes you on the roof of the hotel; will any of the partying Beach citizens notice?
Content Warning: NSFW (18+); porn WITHOUT plot, smutty smut, just smut fr, breeding kink (bc i can't fucking stop), sex in public, curse words, Chishiya is possessive and a little bit OOC (but who cares bc it's literally porn, anyone can be whatever in porn!)
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AO3 Link Here
A/N: Oops, I slipped and I posted this
This might be a two parter? When you get to the end, let me know if you're thinking what I'm thinking 😜
This story got a read through and a bit of an update on 2/5/2026, the plot hasn't changed at all, mostly some minor phrasing changes on things that made me cringe plus I deepened Chishiya and Reader's backstory a bit. Overall, I kind of feel like this reads very differently than it did before, so if you want to re-read and let me know what you think, I'd love that! The OG is still available on AO3, so if you wanted to read that too, the link is above ❤️ Talia
"Chishiya!" you cry out with a whine, the man's long fingers easily finding your clit as he bends you over the sun-warmed concrete ledge in front of you. Your mind is hazy with desire for the blond, the obscene squelching sound of his cock driving in and out of your soaked pussy only serving to spur you both on. The man moans salaciously in earnest, his left hand moving from pinching one of your pert nipples to splay itself across the soft skin of your belly. He had been thinking things recently, things he had never in his wildest dreams been thinking. Not with his chaotic life at home, his humanity and compassion being challenged with every second he spent working at the hospital. And certainly not here where every single day could be your last and the future looks murky at best.
But Chishiya hadn't known you in his regular life. He hadn't dared to even dream that you existed out there for him, preparing already to spend the rest of his dismal life alone. But the fact that you'd appeared to him in the darkest, most desolate of places had to be a sign, right? So he'd gotten as close to you as possible, as quickly as you'd allowed him and without fully showing his hand. He'd decided he should at least try to maintain some sense of the aloofness he is typically known for. But even that, coupled nicely with the fact that either of you could die at any point, hadn't stopped him from imagining your belly rounded with his seed, and that filthy thought in this moment was already making his balls tighten, testing his fortitude to keep going until you climax first.
The two of you have an excellent view of the other Beach citizens gathered around the pool below you, their laughter and the soft clink of beer bottles merging effortlessly with the bass of the upbeat music they're swaying to. Each and every one of them none-the-wiser to you getting railed in plain sight above them. For now.
Chishiya's already so close to losing it that he decides to goad you towards your own precipice. "I've never felt you drip for me like this, angel. Thought you said you weren't into public sex?" He challenges with an arched brow as he continues rutting into you at a leisurely tempo, his long cock seeming to imprint itself deliciously on your walls as your ass jiggles with the effort.
Breathlessly, you protest not so convincingly, "I'm n-not. And nearly all of The Beach is down there - what if they s-see us?" The Cheshire man grins wickedly at this, "Then you'd better keep quiet if you don't want them to look up and see you getting fucked dumb."
Chishiya has you pinned against the ledge of the roof, your body humming with the electric current of arousal you only get from him. You have to hand it to him, you'd been violently opposed to getting fucked where other people could see (or hear) you when he'd suggested it, but something about it being him had given you the courage to try it at least once. And what better place than The Beach, where everyone was doing their best to live what's left of their lives to the fullest? You'd also be lying if you said there wasn't a part of you that yearned for everyone to know that the blond is yours, that he is the one that makes you scream every night and most mornings.
Chishiya presses your nearly bare skin against the concrete, the material biting into your senses as his chest presses against your back. He runs his warm tongue against the column of your throat, sucking and nipping his mark into the sensitive skin. He works his way down your shoulders and ribcage, heat spreading like wildfire through you. A tiny, utterly sweet moan escapes you at the thought of his marks littering your body, one that goes straight to the man's cock as it plunges even deeper into your wetness.
He didn't care if you were caught by the entire Beach, in fact, he welcomed it. At least then all those drunken idiots would know you belong to him. They all would soon, anyway . . . the primal part of his brain screams hopefully. A low moan reverberates in his chest at the thought, fucking into you with a particularly rough thrust against the spongey spot inside you that makes you see stars.
You whimper pathetically, eyes rolling back and legs beginning to shake from the position he has you pressed in. Leaning your weight forward onto the concrete in front of you, you sink your teeth into your forearm to prevent your sounds from alerting the public to your precarious position. That will simply not do, Chishiya decides, pressing one hand into your lower back, and wrapping your hair around the other to lift your torso towards him. "Let them hear how good I make you feel, baby," He commands.
Both of you groan in harmony at the new angle the arch in your back provides, the bulbous head of his cock reaching new depths and making tears spring to the corners of your eyes. Your pussy flutters like a promise around him, making him suck in a sharp breath as he steels his resolve. He can't cum yet, not until you do.
Without missing a single stroke, Chishiya lifts your body to flip you over, laying you flat on the surface of the ledge with one hand protecting your head. His soft hands trail down to grip your waist, stroking up your ribcage to take one breast in each hand, pinching each hardened peak as he continues his thrusts. "Shiya . . .," You whine, desire coursing intensely through your veins as you feel the beginnings of the familiar coil tightening in your belly.
The man growls, digging his nails into your hips and fucking into you with abandon, his pelvis purposely providing friction against your sensitive bud. Your legs wrap tight around Chishiya's waist, hands coming to grasp his surprisingly muscular biceps through his characteristic white jacket for support. You allow your head to fall back against the concrete to stare up at the gorgeous man above you, the sun glinting off his blond hair to give him a halo.
Chishiya isn't a religious man, he really can't be at this point in his life, but if he is somehow deemed an angel, then you are a goddess. His goddess. Chishiya loves the way he splits you open on his cock, every inch of him stretching your impossibly tight little pussy. Your eyes half-lidded and mouth hanging open, you're nearly drooling on yourself. Fuck, you're going to kill him. Beads of sweat begin to form on both of you, dripping down to mix erotically with your other fluids.
You don't technically belong to Chishiya, but damn if he doesn't want need you to. You with your gorgeously bright eyes, your perfect mouth, and fuck, this tight pussy. His perfect idea of heaven would be stuck between your legs for all time.
Under him, you begin to babble and whine incoherently - your telltale sign that you're getting close. Your pretty little moans of pleasure and praise go straight to the man's cock, and he knows he is going to cum right this second if he doesn't slow things down.
Chishiya grabs tightly onto your legs, fingers marking the plush skin as he pulls out of you quickly, dropping to his knees between your thighs. You're just about to complain about the loss when he suctions his lips around your swollen clit, stuffing two fingers inside your dripping, fluttering core. A surprised squeal escapes and you instantly clap a palm over your mouth in embarrassment. Shit.
"Tastes so good for me, baby. So sweet," He praises, the vibrations from his mouth moving like shockwaves through you. Pathetic whimpers fall from your mouth like a symphony as you watch Chishiya move between your legs through thick, tear-soaked eyelashes. When his dexterous fingers curl against your spongey spot, you squeal again involuntarily. The man looks up at you with wide, mischieveous eyes - he wants someone to look up and see you.
What a treat it would be for them to get to see you look like this, a goddess that they'll never get to touch. Not as long as he's around to fill you. Not if he can help it.
Your body squirms adorably against his face, whether you want more friction or less, Chishiya can't tell. Your moans have morphed to weakened pants, your entire body wrought with tension as he laps his tongue erotically against your swollen bud.
"Shiya! P-please," You gasp out, hands gripping hard into his already messy blond locks. He raises an eyebrow up at you from where he's positioned on his knees for you. "Please what, angel?" He questions, fingers still scissoring in and out of your squelching wet pussy as he converses with you like you're simply having breakfast together.
"I wanna cum on your cock!" You wail in admission, still desperate to be filled but not by his fingers. With a final obscene slurp of your arousal, Chishiya stands up again and in one swift motion has your pussy stretched around his cock once more.
Your legs wrap instinctively around his waist, the man leaning his weight down onto you as he ruts into you. You can feel the way his abs flex, Chishiya is close too. That little detour had been a distraction for him so he could delay the inevitable. The flames of your impending orgasm lick up your abdomen from your core, extending into your ribcage and you know.
"S-shiya! Gonna c-cum!" You cry out, clearly having abandoned your earlier concern about being fucked just feet above the early afternoon pool party. You just want to feel good. You just want Chishiya to make you feel good.
"Fuuck, angel. I'm close too," He pants, reaching between your bodies to rub tight circles on your swollen clit, "Cum for me baby." The extra stimulation and Chishiya's dirty words do it for you; you see stars with a final, punishing thrust and your entire body is flooded with euphoria. You know you cry out loudly, but the blood rushing in your hears prevents you from hearing, caring.
The way your entire angelic body shudders and spasms under him is stunning, maybe the most beautiful thing he's ever had the pleasure of witnessing, your tight hole clamping down on Chishiya's cock and inspiring his own orgasm. Thick ropes of white coat your womb, the blond moaning your name as he fills you with his warmth so well.
His sweaty forehead comes to rest on yours as you both pant desperately for air. Chishiya presses his lips to yours, gentle but filled with tenderness. When he pulls away to look at you, body limp, pretty polka dot bikini skewed, and eyes shining up at him as though he gave you the world - holy shit. Is this love? This must be love.
He gently adjusts the top of your bikini first, hands trailing along your sides in his ministrations as goosebumps erupt across your skin. He finally pulls his softening cock out of you, tongue clicking at the gorgeous sight of his cum leaking out of you. The man kneels between your thighs again, trailing his fingers up through your puffy folds to push his cum back inside you. Your body shivers at the sensation and the erotic implication of the gesture. He straightens your bikini bottoms too, looking up at you with a darkened look on his face. You swallow thickly as he runs a warm hand over your lower belly, a flicker of something appearing behind his eyes.
"Keep my cum inside you, angel. I'll have to fill you again and keep you in bed for days if you don't," he commands, tone serious. Your eyes widen in surprise, but a lustful heat burns in your belly once more. You wouldn't mind being stuck in bed with Chishiya for days, nor would you mind being filled with his cum over and over.
As you come back down from your high, your body feels like putty. It takes nearly all of your strength to roll over and look out again at the party down below. The people of The Beach are still splashing and gyrating below you, not a single one of them looking in your direction. Just as you grin triumphantly, thinking you might have gotten away with it, you feel a burning gaze lingering on your absolutely wrecked body.
Niragi's lustful eyes stare up at you from his place on a daybed, twirling his rifle absentmindedly between his hands. Chishiya notices too, smirking and giving the dangerous man a smug and nonchalant wave.
The absolute audacity.
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This story got a silent update from me in February in preparation for the second part (I decided I hated it). The plot is the same, but I adjusted it a lot and deepened Chishiya and Reader's backstories slightly.
Give it a read if it's been a while since you originally read it (it was one of my first!) 🩷
Hey love, I hate to be a bother but have you posted anymore of the kinktober fics, only the first three I think have been linked if you have written anymore.
Your writing style is really good and was also hoping to request maybe an Aguni smut fic where he saves reader in a game for whatever reason if you ever feel like writing it or if you write for him.
I'm not trying to rush you to write more just genuine curiosity because I love your work.
seeeeee this is the kind of thing that makes me want to cry and give you the biggest hug and also jump off a cliff all at once 😫😫😫
YOU are not a bother - ever! i am so unbelievably grateful to hear from you and hear that you enjoy my writing 😭😭😭 i'm so sorry i didn't make it past day three of Kinktober before my life exploded into bits and pieces, but we're doing it now!! 🎄✨️❤️
tysm for all the sweet compliments and kind words! 💕 as for Aguni, i absolutely do write for him and would be honored to write your request! ✨️
