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‘Niragi’s princess.’A title well-deserved, you must admit. You might as well have it printed on the shirt you’d been wearing since you got here. That shirt was disgusting. You thanked your lucky stars it was black; nobody could see the blood and sweat stains, however, you could still smell them.“Pretty little cherry…”If you couldn’t tell by his unmistakable voice, the unique nickname was sure to give away who was calling you.Niragi.Since you’d first met in high school, he was consistently egotistical and self-serving. Perhaps it was why you admired him so much. It certainly wasn’t his ability to come up with the most irritating nicknames possible, and using them in public settings that made you so envious.“Niragi, love, I told you not to use those fucking nicknames in front of the whole beach,” you said, as you turned to look at him. His rifle positioned on his shoulder as usual, about which he admitted to positioning specifically to show off his arms.“You love them, my sweet mango,” he said, inching his face toward yours, leaning down. As per usual, he was unable to keep his tongue to himself, letting it peek out, the glint of the piercing barely perceptible, but still there.“If you’re not careful, I’m going to start calling you broccoli,” you retort, not breaking his eye contact. He loved this, making his prey avert their eyes. It was this that he would later blame his attraction to you on; you didn’t avert your eyes.“Now what kind of shitshow game are we playing today?” you finished. He leaned back to his natural stance before rolling his eyes and poking his inner cheek with his tongue.“Aguni thinks it’s the 6 of spades. We’re playing together, cherry,” he said, staring at the door as if eager to leave.“Why?” you ask, stepping into his line of vision, “you know I hate spades.”“Too fucking bad,” he replies, sticking his tongue out at you.“Keep your tongue in your mouth,” an eye roll accompanying your comment.“Is it distracting you,” he says a smirk forming on his lips and his tongue slipping out once more, “princess?”“Just get in the fucking car.”-The ride to the game arena was ordinary; Niragi gave you so many fruit nicknames you lost count, his hand on your thigh possessively. You loved this about him, you envied him for it; he was powerful enough to have possession of people, but he was never afraid to kill them if he needed to. If you were unlucky enough to be put in hearts game with him, you had no doubt he’d feed you to the wolves. Metaphorically or literally, as Arisu had told you about some wolf hearts game. He didn’t explain it further; you couldn’t blame him. Hearts games were hard to talk about.Niragi was somewhere else in the amusement park, which didn’t make you uneasy, as you had learned this was an easier game. Considering your connections to the militants, you’d been “gifted” a gun from Aguni. Gifted is a loose term here, Niragi said he’d blow Aguni’s head off if I didn’t get at least a pistol. Thanks to your gun, this would be the breeziest game you’d played.Seeing as you were so lost in thought, you’d nearly gotten killed. Rapid gunshots snapped you back, a tiger dead just in front of you.“I may as well kill you myself,” Niragi called, from what you now notice is some ride, “focus like I know you can, cherry, you fixated on my tongue so well earlier…”“Makes it sound like you went down on me,” you shout back, huffing slightly and drawing your pistol from your waistband.“You wish,” you hear Niragi comment before he fires his gun and hoots, “piece of fucking cake.”
A crow drops at your feet.“Niragi’s whore is fucking useless,” you hear Aguni mutter from behind you.
You’d never wanted to prove someone wrong so badly.-“Darling…” Niragi mused, licking the side of your face, the cool metal of his piercing making you shiver, “you impressed me there, you know, killing three of them and all.”
You wiped his saliva off your skin. Mistake. Blood now smeared across your cheek, Niragi snickered.“Karma…” he whispered, before walking out of the room behind Aguni. When you don’t follow, he pauses and turns to look at you.“Princess,” he singsongs, “follow us, hm?”
Your lips turn upwards at the edges, your pistol carelessly positioned in your hand. You spin it in your hand before obeying.“There we are,” he praises with a condescending smirk, tucking you under his arm. You hook your arm over top. You look up at him, a dry expression on your face, its authenticity dubious.“Whore,” you murmur.“Keep talking like that and I won’t lick the blood off later,” he says, wet hot breath against your ear. You can’t hold back your grin.-You follow Aguni to the pool, the blue lights only visible when it’s dark like this. You’re desperate to sink into the water, but it looks like a moshpit and you hadn’t the moment to change into your swimwear. You groan dramatically, drawing shameless eyes to you and Niragi. He chuckles louder than he naturally would, a smirk creeping onto his lips.“Save those sounds for later, sweetness,” he suggests, his eyes glued to yours.“Choke,” you counter, raising an eyebrow. It often appeared to others as if you were fucking, what, with your habit of licking each other, and even blatantly suggesting it, but you’d been like this since you could remember.“I’m not sure I’d be the one choking…” he remarks. You draw your pistol up, in a lazy grip, and point it at his throat.“I wouldn’t put it past me to shove my cute little pistol down your throat, chibi,” you retort, licking your teeth, open-mouthed.“If that’s hard to take…” he trails off, turning to you, still comfortable under his shoulder, “oh honeysuckle.”He tilts your head to the side to bite your neck harshly, you feel a hint of metal, his tongue piercing. Your arm, with your gun, lowers, a simmer of ecstasy comes over you. As the wind rushes over his saliva, dropping your body temperature, you sigh.“Niragi.”
Aguni’s voice is unmistakable and grating.“Boss,” Niragi says, lazily, his mouth blowing hot air onto your wet neck.“Leave the whore behind this time, Niragi.” You feel Niragi stop breathing. You look up at him as he turns to face Aguni.“Must you use such foul language?” Niragi asks, his arm leaving your shoulder. You tense. He steps away from you.“Fine,” Aguni allows, “leave behind… what the fuck is her name?” Niragi looks at you with a devious smile. He’s plotting something.“Cherry.”Everyone by the pool deck shamelessly stares at you, you’re eyes refusing to avert from Aguni, Niragi and Samura, as they walk away. Murmurs questioning your name and status flood your ears, as if you haven’t been at the Beach since Niragi got here. Your spin your pistol, and hear gasps in the audience, before turning on your heel.
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Finally, you hear your door creak open.Still awake, but now in the flimsy attire required at the Beach, it’s later than you’d expected he’d come back.“She’s sleeping?” Niragi’s voice has an edge to it you haven’t heard before. Somehow, the question sounds degrading. You’d be lying if you said you meant that in a bad way. You shut your eyes regardless, the curiosity of what he’d say thinking you can’t hear.“It would be best to leave her then.”Not what you were looking for.“I’m awake, Niragi,” you rush out, your arms reaching to stop him. Second mistake of the day. He’s staring at you, eyebrow raised and a condescending smirk on his face.“I had no clue,” he says, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Threatening to most, not to you. You’d known him since the days when people stopped him, the sweet shy boy he was, in the hallway just to punch him.“Oh, shut up,” you retort, swatting his bicep weakly. He raises three fingers. You hate when he does this. Reminding you of your promise. If only you’d known you’d be friends with him for many years after swearing “I’ll lick you once every time you think I slip up.” It hurt to recall why you made the promise in the first place: you’d give him a hickey each time he felt disrespected so that the bullies knew someone was waiting for him; so they didn’t think they could kill him without consequence. It barely stopped them. Beyond that, you’d promised that as a joke, before this whole licking thing became a bad habit. You think it was actually what caused the licking problem.“Aren’t we giving up on these stupid promises?” you suggest, a chuckle lacing your voice. You doubt the sincerity in your words. Your lust for him was getting worse, having been abstinent since you arrived in the Borderlands, and his proximity to you at, damn, near all times. All that without even considering the fact that he incessantly mentioned fucking you and the fact you licked your necks and cheeks almost every day. It was hard to leave those thoughts at bay, even though you’d known him for most of your life.“Why would I want to,” he says, walking closer to you and putting his mouth to your ear, “when it feels so nice?”“Don’t forget you have to clean my face too,” you remind him, a smirk on your face that could only be worn by deviants such as you, or the impulsive bastard breathing down your neck.Much to your pleasure, your expression is mirrored in his.“I was counting on it.”-Now flush against Niragi’s body, you finally feel warm. The blankets provided kind of suck. Your hand is laced in his hair, sitting on the edge of the mattress in your hotel room. He’s situated himself, torso between your thighs, his rifle placed behind your hips, ensuring he can access it at a moment's notice.“You first, cherry,” he says, condescending innocence faked and plastered on his features. Irresistible.“Fuck off.”“Four now, little melon.”It was impossible to pretend you didn’t do that on purpose, you just hoped he wouldn’t notice.“Oh?” he looks at you questioningly, “are you starting to want more strikes?”“What?” you scoff, hoping he doesn’t see through that facade, a hopeless wish, as he knows your ins and outs. You doubt he’ll believe you.“Oh, honeysuckle…” he chuckles, pushing your arms off his shoulders, thus unwinding your fingers from his hair. He reaches around your neck, so slowly it has your skin tingling. He grasps the hair at the nape of your neck harshly, causing you to look at him with an unimpressed expression, masking your pleasure as best you can, the edges of your lips threatening to crack a cocky grin.“You’ve really asserted your dominance Niragi,” you smirk at him, sarcasm shamelessly colouring your voice, “I feel very submissive and afraid.”Still pulling your hair, he forces your lips to his neck. His mouth now at your ear, he licks your earlobe, the cold metal forcing out a shudder.“Glad you’re feeling submissive. Five.”Now, this is just funny. You laugh, boldly, your lack of fear intended to piss him off, your success in such an endeavour apparent by the grip on your hair only becoming harsher.“Come on, this is funny!” you say, likely louder than necessary, considering your position by his ear. Regardless, you begin licking his neck. Five hickeys to go. His breath in your ear becomes inconsistent.“Bite,” he whispers, pulling on your hair harder, signifying now is not the time to fight that. You wouldn’t have either way, busy making the first hickey as dark as you could.You bit, softly, your teeth barely visible on his skin, already purpled in the spot you’d been sucking on.“You call that a bite?”You bit almost as hard as you could without drawing blood, and he winced in your ear.“There we go.” His praise only encouraged you, starting on a new spot, dangerously low on his neck, marking his collarbone. He tugs your hair upwards. He doesn't want marks there, you suppose, but you defy him, a groan of displeasure responding to his pulls on your hair. He eases up, granting you the permission you desired. Only two more to go.It occurs to you, especially now, how fucking weird this whole arrangement is. You are sucking on your closest friend’s neck as though your life depends on it, and gladly. Once you’ve given him 5 hickeys, he’ll lick the blood off your cheek, and you’ll like it.The distress ends up translating into your actions, winces, whimpers and inconsistent breaths leaving your mouth, your mouth sucking harder and refusing to move.“Hey!”Your lips instantly detach from his neck, assessing the purple marks. You notice only four. One more to go.“What’s with you tonight?” he says, judgement obvious in his expression, his eyes searching yours for answers.“I just realized how fucking weird this is,” you reply, not a hint of seriousness in your voice.“It matches us then, cherry,” he pointed out, deviance tainting his features, his hands pushing your head back down to his neck, “one more.”You licked your lips, kissing his neck slightly, “gladly, princess.”“Call me ‘princess’ again, and it won’t be my neck you’re sucking on,” Niragi threatens, clearly oblivious to your desire to do such a thing. If you didn’t fuck him soon, you’d probably end up on a stranger, and, knowing your luck, a stranger with chlamydia.“Now I want to…” you say, your sentence trailing off of your own will, beginning to create a hickey just behind his ear.“I keep my promises,” he reminds, his authenticity unmasked. He means it. You aren’t sure why you’re hesitant to say it, now that it's real.“At least let me finish this last one, princess.”
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“At least let me finish this last one, princess,” you say, the smirk finding its way to your lips breaking the suction. You pull back slightly, just to admire your handiwork.“All done!” you announce, notes of cheer and innocence melting off to reveal your authentic intentions, which both you and Niragi knew were indecent. You licked your lips and smiled, your expectant eyes meeting his.Fire. His eyes burned with desire at first, but you couldn’t help but notice something else unfolding behind the deep brown eyes you couldn’t look away from.“You’re bluffing,” he unwinds your hair to pull his hands out, “you won’t take me.”“Want to test that theory?” you counter, his uncertainty only fuelling your ego and bravery.As he leans forward, tongue preemptively out, to lick the blood off your cheek as he promised, the lights abruptly shut off.“What the fuck?” he yells, and you wince. His proximity to your ear makes the shout insufferable. As the power comes back, the lights appear to be cool-toned. Before you have a moment to deduce what’s causing the issue, Niragi has already grabbed his rifle and what you now know is a functioning P.A. system resounds a message.You and Niragi stare at each other in awe.“The Beach is a game arena?”With your pistol gripped stronger than necessary, and one of Niragi’s arms around you, the other positioning his rifle, you begin to make your way to the lobby.As you arrive, on Niragi's arm, Aguni eyes you, as usual.“Aguni pisses me off,” you whine, licking Niragi’s neck, purposefully in front of Aguni.“I’ll shoot you if you talk about him like that.”It hurts you to admit you believe him. You’d known Niragi for years, he’d just met Aguni a few weeks ago, but you knew he’d kill you without hesitation. You liked to think you could do the same, but deep down, you had no one else. Nobody waiting for you out of the Borderlands either, even if Niragi wasn’t here with you.“I doubt I’ll live through this fucking game anyway,” you sigh, letting your heavy head fall against his forearm, comfortable at the back of your neck, “may as well have my death in your hands.”“I can’t be bothered to kill you now when I could sacrifice you to win a game, dumbass.” he points out, his face telling you, you should have known that.“Valid,” you agree, softly nodding. It stung, the truth, you knew he had never shown much care to anyone, his willingness to even speak to you by choice showed he liked you more than most. His loyalty to Aguni was more intense than anything he’d expressed to even his family. It was almost infuriating, but you had no choice but to let it slide. Your unfulfilled lust wouldn’t let you abandon him just yet, and a twinge of pity always kept you by his side. You couldn’t be sure if you let those nagging desires. You didn’t bother to care.Niragi dragged you over to the table supplying phones, fully surrounded by antsy Beach-goers. You thanked the heavens there wasn’t a waterproof case.“Difficulty: Ten of Hearts,” the P.A. sounded. You cursed under your breath and Niragi squeezed your shoulder.“You kill me, I’ll kill you back.”“Cherry,” Niragi meeting your eyes, his tainted with lust and hooded, “I had no doubt about it.” His confidence almost makes you uneasy, as you remember his points about killing you to get ahead. Hearts games were all about just that. You attempt to ignore it.“Couldn’t they have started the game after I was finished with you?” you whine, purposefully adding an underlying moan to your voice. You were barely joking.Niragi leans to lick some of the blood he’d promised to clean off your cheek, “You should be thanking your lucky stars it interrupted us, my pretty peach.”“Why?” you ask, feeling a knot of anxiety twist in your stomach. Why did it feel like he was about to say some shit like, “I would never sleep with you.”?“Because I would have shoved myself down your throat until you sobbed.”You cracked a sadistic smile, the knot in your stomach unwinding, and a small pulse coming from just below.“At this point, I’d let you do it here,” you whisper, nuzzling into his neck. He smelled good, like expensive cologne, a rarity in the Borderlands. Niragi explained to you he had robbed a Sephora of their entire Dior Sauvage stock. You only wish you had the same idea.“Who says I wouldn’t take you up on that?” he says, his question beckoning your eyes to his belt. He licks your cheek again.“You two are fucking disgusting. Keep your tongues in your mouths,” Aguni complains. The wrong move if he didn’t want you and Niragi to kill him. It would be a hearts game, after all.“We kill him first,” Niragi suggests in your ear, the first display of disloyalty Niragi made against Aguni since you’d arrived, “and you’ll blow me on his grave.”“Harsh…” you reply, shocked at the intense vulgarity in such a public setting.“You’d love it though, wouldn’t you?” he asks, only trying to push you to admit you’re attracted to him. He was so transparent, you knew he wanted you to know.Saved by the bell, as they say. You are interrupted from your battle with pride when everyone notices a dead body in the center of the room. Gasps resound throughout the lobby, everyone scrambling to understand the stakes of the game.“Momoka!” a young girl in the audience shouts, presumably a friend. She shakes who we now know is Momoka as if she’s trying to wake her up. An impossible task, as Momoka is dead on the ground with a knife through her chest.“The witch who killed Momoka is among you. You must discover who the witch is and burn her in the Fire of Judgment,” the P.A. explains, “If the witch has been burned in the Fire of Judgement, it is game clear, if time runs out and the witch has not been burned in the fire, it's Game Over.”“We have alibis,” you say to Niragi, grateful it's realistic to believe he would have burnt you without hesitation.“Safe another day, cherry.”
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You exhaled a breath you were unaware you’d been holding in. The crowd began anxiously pointing fingers, groundlessly, accusing the poor girl who was so worried about her dead friend, Momoka. You had to believe someone would give themselves up before the Beach became a bloodbath.Niragi, on the other hand, already had his rifle out, ready to shoot. You began to doubt anyone would volunteer to throw themselves in the, poorly titled, “fire of judgment.”“Seem’s there's no other way,” you say, pulling your pistol out of the bikini strings at your hips. While you were apprehensive to shoot everyone, you’d learned, much like the man you’re on the arm of, that it’s best not to be hesitant to kill someone. You knew that even before arriving in the Borderlands. Perhaps that was part of the reason you were so close, that sick little secret.“You read my mind,” he agrees, his arm dropping from your side, his finger now on the trigger of the gun. He hoots, high-pitched and reckless, and shoots bullets into the roof.“Kill them all until we find the witch,” he commands you, a grin unfit for such a grim task plastered on his features. When these games began, you could almost see his soul leave his eyes, the existence of which was ambiguous.“Aye aye,” you nod, spinning your pistol. He whistles at your trick. You were good at spinning guns, just like you were good at spinning pencils in high school. It was your little hidden talent.And so the massacre began.You and Niragi were less than compassionate, you were sadistic. Seeing lives fall so easily was something you’d grown to almost enjoy, Niragi’s influence only worsening such a problem. What’s worse, your lack of empathy made you feared, feared by the men who made you feel smaller than tiny sharp objects they’d point at you, feared by the men who sent Niragi to the hospital, feared by the women who stood by when you weren’t strong enough to stand alone. Their fear tasted like honey on your tongue, you grew to crave it.At the first fire of Niragi’s gun, the crowd had dispersed, running and screaming.
“Cute,” you degraded, looking at Niragi. He stuck his tongue out. Slowly, sensually, provocatively. He never stuck his tongue out to be “silly.” He definitely did it to tease, though, that much you knew.With no more signals needed, you chased the crowd, firing bullets carelessly, watching pathetic bodies fall, bloodied, and bruised. You heaved one onto your back, an older man, likely just older than Aguni, and beelined to the “fire of judgment.” You were convinced the Game Masters were trying to make you laugh, by naming a pile of wood like that.Throwing the man into the fire, you cringe slightly, noticing some of the blood from his wounds transferred onto your back. You felt it drip down your back.
“Ew,” you whisper to yourself. You feel a hand on your shoulder, and you aim your pistol over your shoulder.“Cherry,” Niragi’s voice tells you, “lower your silly little gun.”You would have anyway, but a twinge of your ego winces when you lower just how he commanded you to.“I’ll clean that off later too,” he promises, as you feel his finger smear a small line of the blood on your back.“It’s not mine though,” you point out, likely in vain, he never cared before.“Like that would stop me.”
Thought so.Your shoulder suddenly loses its warmth, and you hear Niragi cheer as he returns to massacring the crowds. You watch for a moment before joining him.-You’ve killed too many people for anyone left to be the witch.
Most of the crowd has returned to the lobby, all in a frenzy of fear. You’re starting to think you’d killed all these people for no reason. You hate to admit to yourself how much you don’t care.Your eyes land on Chishiya, in a booth that overlooks the lobby. He probably knows exactly who the witch is. You almost hate him for being so much smarter than everyone else, and not sharing his answers until everyone has damn near prepared themselves for death.That doesn’t stop him from being your backup candidate for Niragi. No way Chishiya would be a bad lay. He was hard not to admire. His carelessness, you were certain, was authentic.You blink, having realized you zoned out while staring at Chishiya. You don’t think he noticed.Aguni was now beating up Arisu and you winced. You and Niragi had had him locked up in duct tape just prior, for attempting to steal the cards.“Momoka herself is the witch.”Oh shit.Niragi lets a chuckle out, you attempt to stifle your own.“Fun either way,” Niragi’s voice laced with humour whispers into your ear. You aren’t truly surprised when he begins cleaning your cheek off now, publicly. You shiver. That piercing… all you can think about is how it would feel lower.Niragi wraps his arms around you, the cool metal of his rifle on the back of your neck. You shiver again, much to your dismay. It makes you feel like prey. You’re stronger than that.“Relax, sweetness,” he murmurs, barely perceptibly. You try to listen to the bustle, but as you open your eyes, you see the crowd has funnelled outside, Momoka’s body thrown in the fire.The P.A. system chimes its final message, “GAME CLEAR.”
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You’re spent.
Your back aches from carrying all the casualties to the fire, your legs hurt from running to find them. You were on the verge of wishing to join the bodies you were hauling.
The last thing you need is a sore throat from trying to take whatever Niragi was boasting about. You’re just grateful he’s smart enough to see that.“Lie on your stomach,” Niragi tells you, not giving you a chance to before pushing your body flat onto the bed, “let me clean you off.”
He pulls on the bikini top strings at your back, to access you better. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish he’d flip you over, toss the flimsy material to the side and let your nipples feel his tongue piercing. They hardened at the thought.After what felt like years of stillness, you feel his warm tongue on your back, the cold metal contrasting against it. He licks leisurely, staying in one spot mostly.
It feels heavenly, wet, warm.He’s murmuring things through his tongue, things you can’t understand, and things you likely don’t want to, his mouth baiting you into relaxation, only to feel his hand wrap around your neck a moment later.Your intercepted breathing is only pushing you further into bliss, floating your eyes comfortably closed.You begin to hear what can only be your moaning, shameless and loud. You hear Niragi hum in approval, his tongue tracing long lines along your spine.
“I think you’re feeling a little too good,” Niragi says, a chuckle dripping off his syllables, as his hand eases on your throat. You inhale desperately, not noticing your need for oxygen until you had it once more.“Oh, please,” you remark. A blatant lie and you both know it.Niragi, presumably now hovering over your body, leans down to whisper in your ear.
“You owe me a hickey for that,” he reminds you, kissing your ear, more delicately than usual, “cherry.”He sits up, as you can hear, but not see, since you’re still lying on your front. You crack your neck and sit up, turning to look at him.
He’s positioned on the bed, just across from you, the five purple marks you’d already provided clearly visible and an uncharacteristic smirk, one that you’ve never seen before, that makes you question him.“Why is your expression like that?” you say, eyebrows furrowed and a tint of irritation in your voice.“Look down,” Niragi says, his smirk only growing wider, into a grin, toothy and degrading.“Oh shit!” you shout, looking at your bare chest. You rush to cross your arms over your breasts, nipples out and all. You’d entirely forgotten how he’d undone the strings to access your back better.He chuckles shamelessly at you, loud and obnoxious. You’d expected nothing less. You turn to reach your bikini, assuming it was just where you’d left it: behind you, exactly where it’d been taken off.“Looking for this?” Niragi asks, holding the swim top by one of the strings, allowing the flimsy material to dangle from his hands, “saved you the trouble of having to find it.”“Hand it over, Niragi,” you demand, arms still tightly crossed to cover your breasts to the best of your ability.“Reach for it, fruit cup,” Niragi counters, swaying the top slightly in his fingers. Only now, you understand the game he’s playing. If you reach for the swim top, you won’t be able to cover yourself well enough, but if you don’t, you have no shirt.“What difficulty is this?” you ask, a joke about the games. You wonder what suit he’d give this play.“Two of triangles,” he answers, an eyebrow raise accompanying his words. Your eyes move back to the swimsuit; a string bikini, with two triangular cups.“Fucking hilarious, Niragi,” you agree, sarcasm tainting each syllable, “real knee-slapper.”“You owe me another hickey for that,” Niragi proposes, more of a command than the suggestion you treat it as.“I quit,” you say, standing up and exiting the hotel room, spitting on the floor as you leave.“3 MORE NOW!” you hear Niragi shout from behind you.The sight outside that hotel room is not what you’d thought it’d be. How fucking late was it? The only “people” out were the lights.
You shamefully open the door to the hotel room you’d just exited, disappointment colouring your movements.“Back so soon?” Niragi says, his keen smile somehow more irritating than it was two minutes prior.“You want three, I’m giving you three,” you digress, descending on his neck harsher than you’d recalled you could.“Atta girl,” Niragi says, letting his head fall backwards, and lacing lazy fingers into your hair. He hums, deep and throaty, and you can feel the sound under your lips and tongue.A loud bang on the wall has you pausing to look behind you.“Stop fucking, we’re tryna sleep,” an angry voice shouts. Niragi only moans deeper, louder, shamelessly, when you suck his neck anew.“Cherry,” he moans, loud and shameless. He said your name just so the poor neighbours would be pissed at you and not him, Niragi, the real culprit.You bite his neck, hoping to silence him, punish him, but it forces an authentically loud wince out of him, and once you have a taste of it you only crave to recreate it.
The loud bang on the wall returns, and you don’t bother to pause your ministrations, as the same angry voice complains once more, “you’ve just gotten worse on purpose!”You laugh against Niragi’s neck, finally done with all eight hickeys required that day.“All done?” he asks, an underlying question you can’t decipher hidden in his words. You aren’t sure why that makes you abnormally hesitant to answer.“Yes,” you reply, nodding small nods coming out of instinct.“Sure you don’t want to do some more?” he smiles, tilting his head degradingly.“Give me my shirt back,” you say, an unimpressed expression tainting your features.“Can you even call this,” he begins, shaking the fabric once more, still dangling from his fingers, “a shirt?”Its effectiveness as a shirt is dubious, you concede, but that doesn’t hinder your growing irritation.
“Niragi, please,” you plead, very little genuine begging in your voice. Your pride would never let you authentically plead.“Reach.
For.
It,”
he says, each syllable causing his grin to grow. His pleasure in your suffering isn’t surprising. It never has been. However, you realize you have given him opportunity enough to hand over your top kindly, such methods ineffective in this ‘game.’You point your pistol at him.An action in vain. You aren’t certain why you thought that would work for even a moment. You both know you wouldn’t dare shoot Niragi, especially considering how easy it would be to link it to you, even more so since he’d moaned your name loud enough for the whole Beach to hear.
He’d seen this coming.
You lower your pistol, more disappointment, shame, overcoming your body, your shoulders hunching and your eyes dropping to the floor.“Aw, sweetness,” Niragi practically coos at you, patting your head.“Shut the fuck up.”“I’ll let that one slide,” Niragi tells you, moving to stand behind you, “since I’ve been such a meanie tonight.”“I can’t find it in myself to thank you,” you reply, your syllables harsh and sharp on your tongue.“Arms up,” Niragi requests, and you somehow instinctively obey before you even consciously absorb his words.You tense at first, your chest exposed once more, but relax as soon as you realize he’s wrapping the swim top around you, putting it back on so kindly.
He grabs his rifle off the chair and exits your room without another word.He switches up so quickly it's hard to keep track, you mentally mock him, ignoring that you have the same problem.
You fall back into your bed and hope you can get at least two hours of sleep.
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The sound of breaking glass wakes you from a night of poor sleep.You jump into action, pulling the pistol out from under your pillow, and sitting up. As you finally open your eyes to find Niragi, looking especially regretful, and the vase that sat on the vanity shattered on the floor.“Niragi…” you sigh, still too exhausted to help clean up.“Did I wake you up?” Niragi asks, glancing around the room for something to dispose of the broken ceramic.“Yes, dumbass,” you reply, accompanying your comment with an eye-roll.“Already starting the tally, huh?” Niragi muses, reaching for the dustpan at the foot of your bed.“Nope!” you say, condescending cheer intentionally colouring your voice.“What matters is that you are awake now, cherry,” Niragi continues, his words oddly passive, “Aguni wants to see you.”You tense, gripping your pistol harder. Aguni intimidates you more than anyone else in the Borderlands. Even more so than Chishiya, which says something. You think most of your fear stems from his connections to and power over Niragi, whom you have no doubt would shoot you if Aguni asked on a whim. His desire to speak to you only made a knot of anxiety tighten in your stomach.“What for?” you ask, the quiver in your voice giving away your hesitancy.“No questions, sweetness,” Niragi dodges, grabbing you by your wrist and walking you to the door, “just come with me.”He reefs on your arm, proving you hadn’t much of a say in following him. He drags you to the grand hall, where the executives meet to discuss important things.
You notice all of the executives are gathered, and you instantly wonder why you’d been ‘invited’ to such an engagement. That is, of course, until you lay your eyes on the table.You bite back a gasp.“He’s been dead since before the game last night,” Kuzuruyu, or number two, informs the executives, gesturing to Hatter's dead body splayed on the table.“Since we played the six of clubs?” you ask, looking up to Niragi for confirmation.“Presumably,” Kuzuruyu affirms, nodding, and pushing his glasses up. Aguni seems too careless for such a situation, but you digress it's only due to shock.“I suppose Kuzuruyu is now number one,” Mira suggests, her eyes scanning the other executives for agreement.“Not so fast,” Niragi says, lazily raising his pointer finger, and finally letting go of your wrist. It has red marks from where he so harshly gripped and heaved it.
“Shouldn’t the strongest member be the new number one?” Niragi continues, “we have been killing all the traitors, and yet we are still cast aside like scum.”“It’s what we all agreed on,” Kuzuruyu reminds, sending questioning looks at Niragi and the other militants. And you.“It’s what Hatter said we had to agree on,” counters Niragi, a wicked smirk on his face. The same one you recall him sporting last night. You feel your core clench and you smirk. How deviant of you to think sinful things in such a sad situation, in front of a dead body. You bite back a laugh.“True,” you hear Samura agree, leaning his body weight on his katana. You cringe. He disgusts you.“So, who thinks we should have Aguni as the new number one?”You hesitate to raise your hand at Niragi’s words, especially considering you’ve now realized he brought you here just to have another vote on his side. You raise your hand regardless, you have no doubt Niragi would send Samura on your ass, or just kill you himself if you didn’t.“What a bad reaction,” Niragi says, signalling to Samura, who now raises his katana at Ann, who slowly raises her hand, regret shown in each of her movements.“This is not a majority rule,” Mira says, expression still blank and lifeless as ever, but something else colouring her voice. You hate to deduce it sounds like fear.Niragi already has his gun near her throat before the end of her sentence, and you watch as he terrorizes her, and the rest of the executives, forcing her hand to raise.Chishiya, who is beside you, you notice, has seemingly no reaction, the situation leaving him unaffected. You wonder what it takes to crack him, if perhaps there's nothing you could ever do to see his cold, careless demeanour shatter. You have no idea who he was before the Borderlands. You don't even have an idea of what he’s like here, either, despite hoping to convince yourself otherwise.“Having fun with my whore?” Niragi asks, cocking his head at Chishiya, degrading you publicly.“Not as much as I’d like to,” Chishiya says, relaxed and unfazed, and you bite back a groan. He used the perfect words to get under Niragi’s skin. You could probably learn some things from him.“Are you looking down on us, Chishiya?” Niragi questions him, looking from you to Chishiya rapidly.“You guys are really stupid,” Chishiya replies, his image not cracking whatsoever, “I vote for Aguni to the be the new leader,” he continues, putting both his hands up, and speaking through a smirk, “you wouldn’t want to lose me as a precious ‘yes’ vote, would you?”He’s better at pissing off Niragi than you are, and you want to get on your knees and worship him like a god. How he’s able to do such a feat flawlessly is beyond you. It’s only now that you notice their tension; sexual tension. You can’t help but think about them ‘ganging up on you.’“So it’s decided,” Niragi announces, everyone’s hands raised, including Arisu’s, and you begin to wonder why the hell he’s here. You suppose he could ask the same about you.“Aguni is the new leader,” Samura finishes, putting his katana back in its sleeve.You all nod, Niragi wrapping his arm around you, possessively, and you begin making your way to the door.“Cherry.”
You tense, the voice calling you recognizable as Aguni’s. The fact that Aguni is now calling you something so stupid makes you pinch Niragi’s ear. He winces, and his arm around you loosens and drops to rest on your waist, as you turn your head to Aguni.“Yes?” you ask, fear apparent in your voice.“I want to make you my third elite militant, with Samura and Niragi. We need more if we’re going to rule this place,” he tells you, leaving no room for disagreement, and continuing before you can fully process your new potential status, “Niragi won’t work with anyone else, that much I know.”“You didn’t have to include that, boss,” Niragi scoffs, before turning to look at you, “I never said that.”“He did,” you hear Aguni clarify from behind you.“I would be honoured, boss,” you test out the name on your tongue and it tastes sour, but Niragi smirks at you, deviant but pleased, keen. His satisfaction tastes sweet on your tongue, and now, so does the name.“Good. You two have fun,” Aguni, boss, says, before muttering under his breath, “those kinky bastards better not fuck while they’re working.”
You can’t help but laugh.
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You can’t help but laugh, Niragi’s arm snaked around your waist, his delectable hand gripping your hip.Satisfaction fills your senses, and the new power as an elite militant makes a condescending smirk creep onto your features.Niragi smiles at you, and you’re taken aback.
It’s a smile you haven’t seen him sport since high school.
A genuine smile, no underlying condescension, sadism or plotting. You almost want to cry. You missed him like this. It’s been years, he’d been bullied out of that kind of smile, beaten and bruised out of them. You’d been there. You remember how you’d start to see fewer of them until there were none.“Why are you so happy?” you say, sending a questioning look, with a smile suppressed to the best of your ability, which he could easily see through regardless. You don’t know why you even bother.“Only because you seem so happy, sweetness,” he says, kissing the top of your head. Now you’re certain he’s planning something devious. He’s romantic, sweet, and much too caring. Perhaps you didn’t catch the glint in his smile, there had to be something you weren’t seeing.“What on earth are you planning?” you ask, laughter lacing your words, your hand going to grip his.“You really want to know?” Niragi says, his hand’s grip on your hip becoming harsher and almost forcing a wince out of you.You nod, rapidly, too eagerly, your pride scolds you for giving away your expectancy.
Foolishly sucked into curiosity, you’re too distracted to notice where he’s dragging you before he’s shoved you into a room you vaguely recognize.“Here we are,” he says, gesturing to the room, much too dark for you to see enough to recall why you know this room before your eyes adjust to the drawn curtains.
His hands massage your shoulder and force them to relax. You panic when his hands trail lower, down your back and he pulls the strings of your bikini, the bow holding your top together coming undone.“I didn’t know the two of triangles was a multi-stage game,” you say, a forced chuckle attempting to cover your wavering voice, “the first of its kind, I presume.”
He only laughs at you before leading you to the bathroom of the hotel suite you’re in. Clothing racks line the stuffed bathroom. You now realize where it gets its familiarity from. You’d been here before when you’d had to choose your desired Beach attire.“Elite militants have a uniform, cherry,” Niragi tells you, his head cocking forward, encouraging you to explore the collection, “even when we aren’t in games, we get to ditch the swimsuits.”You’d be lying if you said you weren’t desperate to wear comfortable clothing. You’d chosen the most uncomfortable option you could have, a flimsy string bikini that had resulted in an embarrassing percent of the beach familiar with your breasts.As you flip through the racks, you find it.
The shirt.
A black fitted shirt, with two cherries embroidered just below the collar, centred on the shirt. It was soft, but thick, it felt durable. It seemed like destiny, especially once you saw the tag read your size.You pulled it out and passed it back to Niragi, “hold this please.”
He grabbed it with little hesitation and he laughed from behind you.“Good choice!” he practically hooted, humour colouring each word. You keened at his approval, as you searched for a pair of bottoms. Ideally a pair of jeans or cargo pants, with belt loops wide enough for your pistol, and durable enough for whatever the Borderlands had in store for you.
Oh and a bra for fucks sake.“Where are the bras?” you asked out loud, shamelessly. How you had been playing games that involved running in just a triangle bikini was beyond you.
Your question became moot when you landed on a gold mine. A pair of red cargo pants that perfectly accented the cherries on your shirt, and a matching red lululemon bra and underwear set.“Get the fuck out of here,” you tell Niragi, who raises an eyebrow at you, before you snatch your shirt from his hands, “I need to change.”“Oh, sweetness,” he condescendingly coos, “who said I wouldn’t stick around for that?”“No, Niragi, you’re not watching me change,” you say, unimpressed and unsurprised by his casual entitlement.
He picks up his rifle and points it at you. You’d love to pretend such threats didn’t make you roll in ecstasy, make your core flutter and grow damp.“It’s not a choice, darling,” Niragi said, the sadistic smirk that suited him so well coming out to play in his features. He drew his tongue out, and curled it, the same way you presume he would if his mouth was between your legs.You now fully realize why he’d massaged your shoulders: to distract you while he took your pistol and disarmed you. Priming him to pull something like this.
Your pistol is rested in his lap, in intentionally clear view, but impossible to simply take without consequence.You deduce the most rational approach is to turn around, so two of the 3 “intimate” body parts of yours were covered.However, as you and Niragi both know well, you seem to be anything but rational, and you decide to take this as an easy opportunity to get under his skin.You’re much more energized as, unlike last night, you haven’t heaved upwards of 100 dead bodies to a poorly named fire, and you’ve had rest.
Little rest, but this is merely fuel to the fire, a lack of rest can only create less rationality and more bad, impulsive decisions.“Fine,” you say, pulling the strings of the top undone and letting it drop to the floor. Your demeanour is likely too casual for a situation where you’re on the way to nudity in front of your long-term friend, you couldn’t care less, untying the strings on the sides of your hip and revealing your entire naked figure, in all its glory.Niragi whistles at you, and you relish in how sexy you feel in your skin, before moving to put the undergarments on.
“Hey hey hey,” Niragi says, “slow down, let me enjoy you.”“Enjoy me?” you ask, confusion tainting your features, “you’re just staring at me while I’m trying to change. Now isn’t the time for sexual tension, Niragi.”
You mentally cringe at your words, the lie sour on your tongue. If he was going to look at your body like that, you would end up on your knees, begging him to fuck you until the bed breaks, that is if you were generous enough to take the time to get to a bed.“Really? You want to put those clothes on and just walk out?” he asks, surprise showing up delicately in his expression, “is that truly what you want out of this?”
He drags his fingers through his hair, and you mull over your words.
What are you supposed to even say?“No,” you settle on, uncharacteristically letting your head drop in shame, his cold fingers pulling your face back up, his lips mere inches from yours.“Then what is it you do want?”
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“Then what is it you do want?”You flit your eyes up to meet his, lit with desire, leaving you almost forgetting your entirely naked state.It was a question you found impossible to answer. You wanted him, everywhere and all at once. You wanted him to leave you dead, drained and broken, only for him to return once you’d recovered in a day. Your attraction to him was liberating, and with your newly claimed status, Niragi was no longer your boss, now you both answered to Aguni, meaning you were equals.For the first time in centuries, you felt butterflies. Reminiscent of the ones you got when you had first fallen for Niragi. The ones you felt when you licked his neck and promised you’d kill the bullies once you’d developed a fool-proof plan. The same ones you felt when he first kissed you, minutes after you’d both received your diplomas.You couldn’t stand it for another second. You had no more words left to say, no quips left to share, just your body and how it felt, how you wanted it to feel.You leaned forward slightly and met his lips. They were smooth, moisturized, and warm, and they moved against yours after about 30 seconds of hesitation.He opened his mouth against you, wet, hot and inviting, and you explored his tongue, sweet from the 3 sugars he’d put in his coffee, cheap and shit, but good if you add enough sweetener.You whimper slightly, a noise only there to affirm he’s making you feel good, which he is. You feel almost lightheaded, lost in the tangle of his arms wrapping around you, his fingers, cold, massaging your lower neck, your body now rested on the edge of the bed in the hotel room. The clothes you picked out are entirely forgotten and cast aside, his body warm, his heat radiating through his clothes. Despite how dark the room is, with the curtains drawn and only the light on in the bathroom, everything feels light.You finally pull back, short of breath, with glazed eyes and wetness already pooling between your legs.“I’ve had better,” Niragi says, using his thumb to clean off his lower lip of your saliva. You can’t help but laugh. Considering you’d known him for most of his years, at least all the ones where he’d be most sexually active, you know he’d only gotten laid three times.“Those three all better than me, huh?” you reply, hurrying to undo the button on his shirt. He throws his head back with a chuckle.“Not all three, no,” he continues, humour still laced in his voice, “but one of them.” The laugh weaved into his syllables convinces you he’s lying.Finally done with the buttons on his blouse, you push it off his shoulders, only to reveal a figure you’re drooling over.His body is slim, as you could tell even with his clothing on, but beneath he has those “inner muscles” you obsessed over. His skin is pale, even more so than the skin of his face, since his body is protected from tan. It's almost translucent and it contrasts the dark of his hair. It only makes it better for you that this beautiful body is that of the man you’ve wanted like this since you’d first gotten to know him.You give yourself a moment to revel in how much you wanted this, how you finally have it. He smirks at you for staring. You reach for him, interlacing your fingers behind his neck and pulling him back down to your lips, leaning back to lie flat on the bed.His mouth envelops you anew, groans being torn from his throat and his hands begin to wander. His hands travel to your neck, rubbing your collarbone, and moving lower, to cup your bare breast.You groan into his mouth, which is detaching from yours and kissing down your neck. He uses his hand, the one not busy rolling your nipple, to press your sternum down with his palm, to hold back any arches from your body.You’re letting out words and noises of affirmation, and encouragement, ones that you forget as you’re so lost in pleasure.Everything he does leaves you feeling hot and keen, your hips thrashing upward, your core begging for attention.He laughs, soft and sweet, at your body, its desperation for him, each part of your body singing for his ministrations.His mouth disconnects from your collarbone, a vague ache left behind, likely a hickey, as does his hand, leaving him on top of you, smirking, his palm firm in between your breasts.“Don’t enjoy yourself too much, cherry,” he says, his smirk only becoming more apparent when you attempt to push against his hand on your chest, reaching to kiss him. You fail and lax back into the bed, with a condescending pout plastered onto your features.You watch from below him as he undoes the button on his pants and zips down the fly, to reveal a tent in his loose black boxers. He casts his pants aside.
“Niragi,” you whine, wiggling your body underneath him, provoking him, attempting, foolishly, to beckon his attention.“Suguru,” he corrects you, his eyes, burning with lust and glazed like yours, meeting yours.“What?” you ask, confused as to why he just said his first name.“Call me Suguru.”You feel your eyes widen, and his smirk grows into an egotistical grin, his teeth peeking through and the glint of his metal tongue piercing perceivable.“Suguru,” you almost whisper. To be close enough to someone to be able to call them by their first name was something you’d never experienced, with anyone other than your parents.His name on your lips makes him ravenous, harshly dipping down to suck on your nipple.The way his piercing felt on your body was everything you’d dreamt and more. Cold, smooth, contrasting to his textured tongue. The way he rolled your nipple in his mouth was heavenly, when he paused to fan his breath on the spot of his spit, the skin becoming deliciously cold, pulling gasps and shudders from you.His mouth kissed across your chest, before encapsulating your other nipple. His palm was beginning to leave a red spot in between your breasts, his handprint. The pressure he had to put there to hold down your arches, shudders, shivers, was harsh.Finally done torturing your chest, he trailed kisses back up to your mouth, lips joining once again in feverish lust. Wide, openmouthed kisses that were deep, warm and passionate. He was groaning into you, your noises becoming a symphony of moans, whispers, gasps, swallowed by your mouths, no longer bitten back. Desires ignored much too long kindling hot, wet, passion. Your hands were deep into his hair, pulling him deeper into you, legs entangled.You reached for the waistband of his boxers, rushing to pull them down, off. He quickly grabbed your hands and stopped you.He disconnects from your lips, leaving you with a twinge of disappointment. You could have kissed him like that for centuries.Your hands still grasped by his, he drags your fingers back to his waistband, finally pulling them down and off, to reveal his phallus.You intercepted a groan of pleasure. He was perfect. Smooth, long, girthy enough to almost hurt, but not so large you’d be grimacing with each thrust. It was blushed and hard from arousal, and he was glossed at the tip with arousal.You salivated at the sight.Despite, quite honestly, not enjoying the idea of giving oral to a man, you couldn’t help but desire to taste him, desire to please him, since you’d desired him for so long, anything to prolong such moments you would graciously do.“Can I suck you off?” you asked, blatant and unfazed. While still high off previous pleasure, none of your sensual encounters had ever made you a submissive, dumb, obedient girl. You had never been that.All Niragi- no, Suguru- provided as a reply was a nod.You instinctively reached out to grab him, warm in your hand, his smooth skin comfortable in your hand. You wrapped your hand around him, before leaning forward to lick his tip, merely tasting his fluid, experimenting, licking different areas to assess what made him shudder, groan, what forced desperation out of him.“Cherry,” he moaned after you had licked the entire surface area of his cock, “quit teasing and take me in your mouth.”You wasted no time obeying his command, having desired to do so anyway. Still, part of you cringed as it always did when you followed an order from anyone.You began trying to take him in your mouth, hoping he couldn’t tell you were struggling to keep your teeth off him.“They’re fucking, first day on the job?” you hear Aguni exclaim from just outside the room. Suguru throws his head back with a laugh, and you continue to suck him into your mouth and throat, using your hands to assist you. His head stays thrown back as he moans and gasps, massaging your scalp with the tips of his nails.His sounds only encourage you to suck harder, forcing yourself to enjoy this as much as you can, while still so worried about keeping your gag reflex at bay and your teeth of his girth.“Working so hard for me,” Niragi praises from above you, his hands in your hair now pushing your head closer to him, holding you there, as your tongue swiped and licked the underside of his shaft.He abruptly pulls back, and you look up at him with confusion.“If you did that for longer, I would have jizzed in your mouth,” he says, his words vulgar and weaved with laughter.His laughter fades into nothing, when his finger parts your core, revealing you to be soaked and wanting. He smirks and licks your slick off his finger, before diving back in, his thumb circling your hardened clit and his middle finger curving to access your sweet spot.You arch compulsively, and your knees snap closed, trapping his hand. He laughs condescendingly.“You needed me so bad, huh,” he says, a smirk following his gruelling chuckle, “oh, cherry.”You almost want to hit him, but the way his fingers feel stops you from any kind of rash action, desperate to finish.“Shut up,” you say, arching into his touch, and grinding your hips intentionally into his hand, pushing your pride aside for pleasure.He chooses to shut you up, his lips finding yours once more, swallowing each gasp of pleasure that his hands are providing. You close your eyes in ecstasy, letting out each sound and erratic movement you’d probably want to suppress. All you want is pleasure, no matter the cost.As his mouth descends upon your neck, you thread your fingers into his hair.“Suguru-,” you moan, cut off by a gasp, his teeth sinking into your collar, “oh my god,” you moan, “do that again.”You’re glad but surprised to find he obliges, before moving to lick your ear.Ears are often a forgotten erogenous zone, and you’re grateful to see he understands. He licks and bites your earlobe, before the hand pleasuring you, the one you’d almost forgotten about in the fever of kisses, snaps the coil building within you.Your toes curl your body arches and convulses with pleasure, throwing your hand over your mouth, attempting to stifle your moans. He pulls it away, with an eye roll, and your moans and gasps are set free.His hand doesn’t ease up on you, pleasuring you into oversensitivity.“Stop, it’s too much there,” you say through stutters, your hands reaching for his hand between your legs, trying to pull it away.He only smirks at you, and your pleasure begins to ebb as he eases you off your high.Your heat flutters with anticipation, and Niragi laughs feeling it on his fingers. Your eyes drop to his manhood and you widen your legs further, his fingers leaving you with an erotic sound of wetness.He brings his fingers, soaked from your orgasm, up to his lips, and he licks the slick off. You shudder.His eyes draw back to yours, and he’s impossible to look away from. He’s glistening with the soft fog of arousal and sweat, his chest rising and falling fast with hindered breath, and he stares at you with lust that has you on fire.He begins to lean into your body, under him and primed for pleasure, sensitive and soaked. You prepare yourself for the sting of him.Eyes scrunched closed and body tense, you hear a knock on the door, and a sigh from Niragi following close behind.“Hey, horny fucks,” you hear the Boss yell through the door, “remember the job you have?”“You’re fucking kidding me,” you groan, eyes rolling and preparing to get out of bed. Niragi doesn’t move.“Dude,” you remark, staring into his unfazed eyes with confusion, softly nudging his arm that has you confined from the left.“I’m sure it can wait,” Niragi says, before hastily thrusting into you, without warning.You shout, more so from shock than pain or pleasure.“Fuck you, Niragi,” you growl through stutters in time with his harsh rhythm. Despite scolding yourself, your legs are locking him in and your hands are desperately gripping his arms. His length is seamless in you, his hair falling around you and his head weakly falling forward in pleasure. You smile, pleased he is as lost in you as you are in him.“I am fucking you, dumbass,” he says, grit in each of his words.You can’t help but laugh, even with him pulling mewls and uneven breaths from you, your ankles hooking around his waist.
His hand snakes between you and finds your nerves instantaneously, easing you into seeing the stars. You feel heavenly, claimed and shell-shocked, your entire body quivering and your mind reaching to his.His pace, while only gaining relentlessness, is beginning to have messy thrusts. You feel your knot of pleasure getting tighter, closer to snapping and you groan incoherent sentences into him. He only nods at you, eyes closed. You are beyond words here, everything you could say is nothing compared to what you feel. Your core fluttering around him and his increasingly sloppy rhythm tell you all you need to know. You’re close.Your nails are beginning to claw into his forearms, his delicate pale skin reddened underneath your fingers.“Ease up on my arms, hm?” he somehow forces out, words woven between grunts, the dominance you hear in his voice is the same kind you fight to have.You don’t ease up, provoking and prodding at his ego, but you’re doubtful you could have, even if you wanted to.You’re clamouring to spill out useless whispers, babbled pleas, and empty quips, but they are as pointless as you know they are.With only a couple more thrusts, coupled with his finger circling your sensitive bud, you unravel.You arch into him, eyes closed head thrown back. Your heat throbs and you quiver with it. Edge to edge of your body is lost in sensation, rocking in and out of coherent thought. His finger still on you, he spikes you into oversensitivity, sweet and torturous, your body refusing to slow its spasms.As you regain consciously thought, you realize he hasn’t reached his peak yet, only for him to reach it as soon as you notice, hips stuttering and feeling him seep into you. With his mouth harshly attached to your neck, you groan, his hips slowing in pace.“Fuck, Niragi,” Aguni shouts from behind the door, “get your ass out here!”
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“Fuck, Niragi,” Aguni shouts from behind the door, “get your ass out here!”
His urgency makes you uneasy, and you lock uncertain eyes with Niragi. Neither of you fully recovered from your highs, him barely out of it and still twitching, he rolls his eyes and pulls his boxers back on.As you stand, you notice you feel weak in the knees. Literally. You try your best not to show how unstable your legs feel as you pull on your new clothes.“I’m surprised you can still walk, strawberry shortcake,” he says, testing out a new nickname. You hold back a hoot. He can’t that tell you feel like falling over. Score!“Don’t be,” you lie, blatant and likely too shamelessly. Your cargo pants are perfectly fitted for you and softer than you’d expected. You pull your cherry shirt over your head.“Glad you hurried the fuck up,” Niragi quips, his rifle already on his arm, fully clothed and ready for work. You force your pistol into your belt loop and follow him out of the room.You catch yourself in the mirror as you pass it, and notice your neck, purpled and stained all over. It may as well have spelled it out.
“Niragi’s first, militant second.”You would hate to admit how much you liked that, how your ego laughed with you, at your shamelessness, leaving a room smelling intensely of sex, beyond that, showing everyone that he was yours as much as you were his. Whether the Beach-goers knew it or not. Whether Niragi himself knew or not."Are you two finally ready to work for fucks sake?” Aguni complains to you, Niragi’s arm already possessively around your hip. He squeezed it gently.
“Yes, boss,” you and Niragi say, almost in unison, but not quite. Your voice is a bit later. It sounds stupid.“Just ‘cause we fucked doesn’t mean we suddenly match like a cringy Instagram couple,” Niragi reminds you, presumably about your accidental matching sentence. He’s never said something you could agree with more.“Agreed,” you reply, a soft nod accompanying your words.“You’ve been assigned with an investigation,” Aguni begins to explain. You can sense Niragi’s curiosity, somehow, and you mirror it. An investigation sounded more interesting than you could handle.
“We’ve caught wind of an alleged ‘next stage,’” Aguni continues, waving his large gun too carelessly, even someone of your stature.“‘Next stage?’” You ask, Niragi nodding as if to affirm he has the same question. You wait for Aguni’s response, metaphorically on the edge of your seat.“That’s right,” he replies, shaking his head yes, “we want to know more about this ‘next stage.’”You would be lying if you said you weren’t curious as to why you were assigned such a project. You almost felt like you were being used; as if Aguni was sending you out on a suicide mission. You couldn’t help but question him.“Why us though, hm?” your voice cuts through the deafening silence, the only sound prior being the rattling of Niragi’s rifle, “seems like you’re sending some pawns,” you gesture between you and Niragi, his hand on your waist gripping you rougher as if disapproving, “on some suicide mission.”You swallow, thick and dry, Aguni’s nod harsh and sending lashes of fear up your back. He didn’t even have the guts to deny it.“You may be right about that,” he says, his neutrality about sending you and Niragi into unknown lands makes you uncomfortable. You can’t help but be jealous. A fearless attitude, unbothered by death and determination to live is something people would kill for in the Borderlands.“Just us then?” Niragi asks, seemingly as unbothered by Aguni’s demands as Aguni himself demanding such absurdities.
You rolled your eyes and mentally degraded the male populous, having to choke back a laugh at your thoughts.“No.”Aguni’s concrete statement almost made you shudder. If there was anything Aguni wasn’t, it was indecisive. Everything he said felt certain and non-negotiable. Maybe that’s why Niragi was so ride or die for him; his demeanour made it seem like he had shit figured out. You couldn’t help but feel somehow obliged to follow his commands because of it and that fact scared you.“Who else is coming with us?” you question, your curiosity blooming. Somehow, even just in the hallway of the Beach, you felt as though action was on the horizon, as if the stakes were being raised even though there were none, to begin with.“Arisu and Usagi are already at Shibuya station, as well as Chishiya and Kuina,” Aguni says. Chishiya and Kuina. Who escaped without permission, which is punished with death, you’d assumed Aguni would have sent the militants, us, me, after them, yet, considering Aguni’s attitude toward them, Chishiya and Kuina are seemingly both too valuable to kill.“I hate those kids,” you complain, really only meaning Usagi and Arisu. Usagi was lovely, sure, but you felt as though they were some kind of monk, or they would have been sleeping together by now.“You seemed to have fun with Chishiya yesterday, though, cherry,” Niragi smirks at you, his tongue on his upper lip for only a whisper.“As he said ‘not as much as I would have liked to,’” you quote, a deviant grin licking at your lips. He only squeezes your hip.“See,” Aguni says, and you tense, having damn near forgotten he was right in front of you, “I’m also sending you off so I don’t have to see any more of this,” he gestures his empty hand between you and Niragi.Niragi laughs with you before Aguni dismisses you both and you make your way to the exit of the beach, off to Shibuya station, to begin the ‘next stage.’
“I wonder how long until we see this place again,” you murmur through a harmony of laughter, “if we ever do.”Niragi’s tongue movies out to kiss just behind your ear for a moment, his hand laced on your waist. You choose to ignore the words hidden beneath your tongue; the ones professing their infatuation with Niragi.
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“How much is left on our visas?”“13 days I think?”Niragi’s uncertain response is expected.At least you’ve reached the city, but you can’t help but wonder how much farther Shibuya station is You’re almost certain you and Niragi have been walking for hours. You can feel sweat prick at the back of your neck, your body beginning to weigh on your feet. The sun is low on the horizon, colouring the skies in sweet hues of orange.Niragi shares no signs of your exhaustion. His arm, still gripping you, his fingers laced in a belt loop on your pants, has become suffocating. His body heat is the last thing you need.“Suguru,” you groan, still testing his name on your tongue. Your weary moan sounds more phallic than you intended.“Say my name like that again,” he warns, “and I’ll fuck you until the sidewalk under you cracks.”You’re tempted; it’s hard not to be, yet you doubt you have enough energy to take him. You can only hope your hesitancy doesn’t make him think you found him to be a bad lay.“Threat or promise?” you ask, your head, sticky with perspiration, falling onto his shoulder.“Whatever you want it to be, princess,” too fatigued to grimace at the nickname, you allow Niragi to continue without interruption, “let’s stop here.”He heaves you into the dental office on the left of the street. Despite how long it has been unkempt, the place still manages to have that characteristic clean smell. You stumble along with him, your legs are much less functional than his. You would have collapsed without his arm there to hold you. He reefs you into an examination room, lifting you onto the patient chair. This was likely the best “bed” for miles.“Is princess tired?” he coos, the uncharacteristic care in his voice still edged. He massages your shoulders and your consciousness becomes dubious, despite nearly fuming at the pet name. You flit your eyes closed, finding yourself almost liking how he’s treating you.“Already sleepy?” he says, patronizingly.You force yourself not to quip at him, allowing sleep to swallow you whole.
Steam billowed from your frame, skin hot and dewy from the shower you’d indulged in. The dirt on the tiles of the changeroom floor was loose and it stuck to your feet.
After adjusting yourself into a towel, you recall turning to see Niragi.
His lip quivered and his glasses were broken, a black eye and limp on his left foot accompanied him. His nose was pushed to the side, broken, and bleeding. You could already tell what had happened.
“Niragi.”
Without any words, he merely hobbled toward you, arms outstretched. As the warmth of his body seeped through his shirt, questions about how he had managed to get into the changeroom slipped your mind, forgotten in a flurry of concern.
You secured his arm around your shoulder, assisting his walking, you’d hoped, just far enough to find a seat to assess his foot. All you could do was hope they hadn’t broken it like last time.
Crutches only made it easier for them.
You awake from your nightmare.If you can even call it that, a replay of memories from high school, slow and uncertain. The memory remains sharp, jagged. If not because his injuries were disturbing enough, then perhaps because of the events you know follow.You attempt to ease your uneven breathing, to not rouse Niragi.He looks peaceful, much too passive to the man he’s grown into. No patronizing smirk, his gun loose in his hands, his face relaxed and his lips parted, soft breaths leaving them.To your dismay, you realize it’s taking everything in you not to kiss him.You hold back a scoff at your compassion.He stirs slightly, and you rush to feign sleep as best you can, eyes closed and body relaxed. You forget to turn your head away from him, but you can’t move it now.“You’re awake,” Niragi states, his voice, sleepy, soft… sexy.“Mm,” you hum, nodding softly and opening your eyes anew. You almost stagger backwards, seeing him staring at you, mere inches from you. You murmur a ‘hi’ before his lips pull you into a sweet, lazy kiss that tastes of exhaustion. It’s shorter than you’d hoped.“Since we’re both up anyway,” he muses, “what do you say we continue walking?”You ignore the throb in your legs and readily agree with a meek nod. Your sleepless state ensures you’re more agreeable than usual.You drag yourselves, barely awake, out of the dentist’s office. Niragi is groggier than usual. Caffiene-free.“I feel pathetic,” you groan, still relying on Niragi’s arms, holding you up by the waist.“You are,” he replies, a shimmer of suggestion hidden somewhere in his syllables. It does more to you than it should.Your exhaustion is making you deluded; you almost like how he calls you pathetic. You continue lugging your drained bodies, shoes audibly scraping against the pavement.Niragi’s tongue occasionally comes out to lick your neck. You have no energy left for banter; even so, the silence you would ordinarily find suffocating is comfortable with Niragi.“Why the fuck didn’t the Boss give us a fucking car?” you whine, pushing your body impossibly closer to Suguru’s body, hips particularly angled to provide friction for you.“Aw,” he coos patronizingly, “does my pretty baby need a car? Can’t carry herself to Shibuya station, hm?”It’s only now that you notice Niragi is entirely unaffected by the hours of hauling yourselves, even having to carry you along with himself. You begin to lean on your own feet at this realization.“No…” you mumble, your frail tone convincing nobody. God, you needed coffee. You were stupid and easily persuaded without good rest or caffeine to make up for it.“We’re almost there, cherry,” Suguru comforts, planting a kiss on your head that almost condescending and adding insult to injury with a sweet rub on your back. You hold yourself back from melting into his compassion.Now in the thick of Tokyo, you feel ecstasy wash over you, so intense you may as well have been high.You felt high anyway, restless.As your eyes land on the center of Shibuya station, you see the building lit up with a sign; 'NEXT STAGE: START.'“You’re fucking kidding me,” you groan, Niragi softly tsks behind you, “we came all this way, on foot, mind you, for a billboard.”“Yes,” Suguru whispers huskily in your ear, “but a billboard that Aguni wanted us to find.”“I’m going to kill you.”“I was counting on it.”
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as i'm sure you've noticed i haven't posted a chapter in a while.i have decided to put this fic on a hiatus.i will likely pick this fic back up over spring break when i have more time to write, but school is kicking my ass and i don't have to write this, as well as all of my tumblr requests.i'm really sorry about this. i wish i had more time to write because i love this fic.i may occasionally update as a fun little surprise every once in a while, but for now, this story is on hold.for more writing from me, you can find me on tumblr, @kosmoreads.thank you and stay safe.
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Tokyo is becoming overgrown in a way you’d assumed it never could.Your limbs are heavy, melting into the grass and moss dispersed across the once-busy Shibuya crossing.Chishiya, Kuina, Usagi and Arisu stand, staring at the billboard lit with the message you’d already read.“Maybe they forgot to press the start button,” you hear Chishiya mutter, and you laugh dryly. You’re surprised you can even laugh, what, with the sense of foreboding tightening in your stomach.Chishiya’s quip is funny regardless.“I hate that kid,” Niragi says, rolling his eyes, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing the top of your head.You mumble an insincere ‘ew’ at his domestic gesture, before he continues, saying, “let’s hide. If they see us they’ll run.”You hum your reply, even though you have no choice but to follow him, locked under his arm. He tugs you to an underpass, where he sits you down.“Cherry,” he begins, “are you ready to fight the ‘NEXT STAGE’ with me? You aren’t hurt, are you? You’re well enough to run if we need to?”“I could use some water,” you say, and he quickly starts glancing around, looking for a pharmacy or shop that would have the exact thing you crave, bottled and for the taking, “and a good fuck, but other than that, I’m good to go.”“I can help you,” he says, licking your cheek, the metal and wind against his saliva causing you to shudder, “with two of those things.”His hand already begins to wander south, toying with the button on your cargo pants.“Water first, horny fuck.”“You’re the one who just begged me to fuck you,” Niragi says, standing up and lightly flicking the top of your head, “but water first it is.”As he walks away, to the corner store he’d spotted, you run your fingers through your hair, slumping against the wall. You were achy all over, knees especially. You’d kill for an actual bed, with fluffy pillows. Your back was disoriented from sleeping in a dental examination chair, on which you’d really only gotten 2 hours of R.E.M. in.Just as you’re relaxing deeper into the concrete supporting your back, you hear rapid gunshots, tire screeches and screams getting louder. Getting closer.“Fuck!” you curse, securing your pistol in your belt loop, patting the extra rounds in your back pocket, ensuring they’re secure, before making a break for the store Niragi had wandered into.The last thing you need was to be separated from him, this realization only makes you beat yourself up. You probably shouldn’t have let him go alone but you also shouldn’t care this much. Coming up on the door, you rush inside, instantly beginning to call his name.“Suguru?”The man you’re looking for stands on his tippy toes and peers over the aisle, meeting your eyes. He’s chewing something and he looks like a dumbass.“I heard gunshots. We have to move,” you warn, “are you prepared to run?”“Yeah, but I’m packing these skittles,” he replies, throwing you a bottle of water. You thank him and crack it open, desperately gulping the liquid as fast as you can so you don’t have to carry it.You finally finish the bottle with a “wah” and you grab Suguru’s wrist, heaving him out the door.“Hey!” he exclaims, reefing his arm back and rubbing the joint. He follows you regardless, matching your jog.Your breaths are uneven as you try to balance fast running with endurance. Spades were never your strong suit.The heat of the sun nearly lights you on fire, sweat dripping down your back already. When a shadow casts over you, you revel in the pleasure, only for a second, before looking up to see a blimp, labelled with a card. King of Spades.“Fuck!” you screech, looking to Niragi, who shares your pained expression.“We have to move faster, Cherry,” Suguru informs you, evoking a displeased groan, loud enough for him to hear over the gunshots.“Suguru,” you shout, locking eyes with him, even when he’s so focused on sprinting, “I can’t!”He gawks at your use of his given name but continues his impressive sprint.“You’re gonna have to, even if you can’t.”You let out a weak cry before breaking into a harsh sprint, doing your best to match Niragi’s unfathomable pace.Your legs and feet are burning but your fear is pushing you farther than you’d expect it to. Screaming at you to slow down, your body’s yells to survive overcome any urges to slow.Niragi hoots in excitement and you let out a chuckle, leaning into the sensation of running and cracking a proud smile at yourself.“My peach is doing so well,” he shouts at you, smiling and raising an eyebrow at you. It’s now that you notice the blimp, so much farther behind than you’d assumed.You slow your sprint, following Niragi’s lead into a thin alleyway. Attempting to hide as best you can, Suguru’s heaving breaths mirror yours, as you both attempt to steady them.“Good-” Niragi says, before pausing for another deep breath, “good job.”“Thank you,” you say, quirking a brow at him and slapping his back, eliciting a hiss from him.“You ran well for someone who didn’t get the good fuck they needed,” he quips. You can’t help but laugh at his comment.“I only said that ‘cause I wanted you,” you reply, giggle laced in your syllables, “I’ll survive.”“So you don’t just need a good fuck, you need a good fuck from me,” Suguru taunts, your words fuelling his ego much more than you’d like, “is that right?”“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” you respond, breath still hampered from your sprint and your mouth salty with the lie.“So you meant that my cock is so good, I’ve ruined you for everyone else?”You clench at his words, wound up from fear, winding tighter with lust. You groan, from pleasure, but you attempt to play it off as a mewl of annoyance. You doubt it works.“Once I find somewhere nice and secluded,” he whispers, hot breath against your neck, still slightly faltered from running, “I’ll split you open on me.”“Don’t say shit like that, Suguru,” you threaten, eyes locking on his, dark, dilated and serious.“God, I love how my name sounds on your tongue,” he says, deviantly smirking at you, threading his fingers into your hair.“I bet you there’s something you’ll like on my tongue a whole lot more.”“Hard to disagree with that.”
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You don’t hold back your laugh when Niragi casually pulls out his skittles and begins munching on the candies. Moments ago, he was talking about ‘splitting you open.’“Why are you looking at me like that? Want one?” he asks, eyebrows emotive with their confusion. Suguru ruffles the packaging, shoving it toward you. You don’t refuse, reaching in and pulling out a purple skittle.“All the purples are mine. Pull again.”Foolishly, you only smile and pop the sweet treat into your mouth, ensuring to let out moans of pleasure and words like “so good,” “delicious,” and “you’re missing out.”Suguru pulls the package back and stuffs it into his pocket, before cornering you against the wall, the details of his features coming into view.“If I have to kiss the flavour out of you, so be it,” Suguru says, before descending onto your lips, forcing his tongue in hastily, lapping up the flavour of the skittle you’d so brazenly eaten.The kiss becomes impossibly deeper, his hand pulling on your hair strong enough to sting, strong enough to make you hopelessly wetter.Niragi laughs, you can taste it even through his kisses, feel it stretch across his lips, at your state, already moaning and leaning into him.He seperates from your lips, tsking softly at you, feeling yourself having to bite back pleas. Your pride would never let you groan as desperately as you want to.“Suguru,” you whisper, unsure what your tone means, even to you.He licks your cheek, and you scoff softly and rub the residue of his saliva with the back of your hand.“We may be in a life or death situation running from whatever the ‘King of Spades’ has in store for us, but eating that skittle means you owe me one.”“I made out with you, meaning I owe you nothing, and rather,” you pause, quirking your brow, “you owe me a good fuck,” you remark, widening your legs for added affect.“I’ll take that as a challenge,” he replies, almost casually, his hand already ghosting down your torso, the stolen pack of skittles forgotten on the pavement.“You better,” you affirm, hastily looping your hands behind his neck, drawing him back into you. His lips, cold and shallow, meet yours. They are entirely different to the ones you’d kissed moments prior, sadistic, devious. You like them. Sweet on your tongue, focused and lustful, delving into the prettiest crevices of your mouth.The hand he trailed down your body, ghosting over your sensitive chest, has finally reached the apex of your thighs, flat, rigid, against your core, thrumming with need underneath the layers of fabric.“Grind.”Pure command rings through the single syllable.Your hips stutter against his palm, before finally rolling against him, eliciting a hum of approval from deep within his throat.“That’s it,” he affirms, breath hot against your ear. Unable to help it, your eyes flit closed and you focus on a comfortable pace with your hips.His presence is warm, shining, emanating into you, soft gasps pulled from your throat. It’s quiet, but you drown in your sounds, the feeling of him holding you, sinking into him.When his heat leaves you, you whip your eyes to him, mind full of protests to shoot at him, but he’s still there, hot on you. His eyes flit to yours, a moment of confusion before you look at the mouth of the alleyway and you both notice the shadow of the blimp.Fuck.His hand pulls back instantaneously and your body screams at you to ignore the impending danger and let him take you.You doubt he’d let you.“Can’t believe I’m getting cockblocked by a fucking playing card,” you huff, gathering your things, hoisting up your pants and rolling your eyes.“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”You take one last glance at him and register the nod he gives you before you begin running.
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How long you’ve been running is something you can’t recall. The sun is low on the horizon, the shadow of the blimp getting harder to spot.With how much you’re both panting, you occasionally feel Suguru’s breath fanning across your neck, you would melt into it if you weren’t so focused on keeping your knees from caving.“Cherry,” he groaned from behind you, breathy and tired, “we can stop soon.”You glance behind you, the blimp seemingly chasing a bigger group. Your legs were weary, so were your eyes. You were weary.“Thank fuck,” you say back to him, careful of your volume, as though the blimp may find you if you’re loud enough.The city was drenched in warm light, buildings built of glass glimmer and glow with the last licks of daylight. If it weren’t some dystopian hell, you probably wouldn’t have noticed.Tokyo is too busy of a place to stop and smell the flowers. Everyone had a bus to catch, a boss to appease, something of more importance than a pretty shimmer on some skyscrapers.It was almost romantic, though, the space such slaughter made for flowers.You finally slow, stabilizing yourself with your hands gripping your knees.“Fuck, Suguru,” you whine, breath coming in quick heaves, body in a sheen of sweat. Your feet and knees throb, your head does too from intense dehydration.“Don’t say my name like that, I’m too exhausted to fuck you senseless,” he grits out through gasps, his hand waving you off dismissively.“Why did we even come here?” you complain, dropping onto your heels, “we found the ‘next stage,’ but what now?”“Not even Aguni could get me to run back and report about this,” he said, to your surprise, pure concentrated will thinly veiled beneath his cold mocha eyes, “we continue alone.”He meets your gaze and holds it strongly.Alone.It's hard to imagine what could be worse for your budding feelings, hours alone with him, nights together, days, metaphorically, arm in arm.You let out a breathless ‘oh’ as you blink and avert his stare. Part of you burns from his eyes, searing into yours, staring intently at the rough, overgrown concrete beneath you.“Peach,” he muses, his syllables edged with something you can’t decipher, your vision still fixated on the ground, “look at me.”Your breath catches.He notices you’re certain of it.You say nothing as you flit your weary eyes to his.His stare is relaxed, it breathes, flows, moves with intent, but you feel something beneath it, caught up in unspoken words and actions he’s holding back.Deducing it's likely best to leave it alone, you merely keep your eyes locked and attempt to stabilize your fast breath, busy heartbeat.Your lips are parted, wet from being drawn into your mouth, stinging from your own bite.He glances down at them, red and peeling. Irritated from intense dehydration, shiny from your saliva, lazily parted, quiet pants leaving them.“Suguru.”He watches the word drip from your tongue like honey.His body is closer than you remember it being, his hand quickly snaking behind your neck, drawing you in.You watch his eyes droop shut, slowly leaning into you before you close yours also.His hand pulling your neck was first to lure you in, but now it's his mouth, soft, open. Tired.Teasing out each warm breath, each soft whimper of approval, his lips enveloping you entirely.Your body is comfortably hot, your forearms resting on his shoulders, hands loosely connected at the nape of his neck. Licking up all his body heat, every drip of saliva his mouth was willing to share.He was never like this.Part of you broke at this, maybe he would never be like this again. The rest of you begged you to get out of your head, enjoy whatever you could of him.Impossibly deeper, the kiss starts to swallow you whole. His chest is flush against yours, your hips languidly drawing all of him in. Devouring as much of his as you can.“Eager,” he smiles against your kiss.It all feels too good.Quite literally unreal. You barely believe what you’re feeling, his body hot against yours but moving with you, slow and compassionate.“Suguru.”You murmur his name, as if you’re uncertain it's him. It doesn’t feel like him now at least. He reminds you of the scared, achy boy you knew in high school.It comforts you to know that some of that part of him is still alive.You want to stay there, whimpering his name, for eternity.His hands drop to the innermost curve of your back, and his arms tighten around you, comfortably locking your body into his, while his lips continue to force you further into him.The world beyond your closed eyelids darkens, the sun drops deeper beneath the hills. Or perhaps not, maybe he’s just surrounded you so wholly, all the light is obscured.You’re not sure you care.His tongue laps softly at your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. Your pride is ignored as you bow into him, your lips parting and welcoming his wet, hot, tongue into your mouth.It’s almost too intimate, but you’re floating. You like this too much. When it’s over, you’re certain you won’t be able to forget this. You can’t seem to forget it will be over either.His arms around you feel like a blanket, he’s so warm, so enveloping.Focus, you tell yourself, brows furrowing slightly.Focus.
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You blink.That’s all it takes, one blink, to break your heart.“Good morning.”Your head rests in his lap, his hair drooping down to cover you while he looks at you from above, his face contorted in discomfort. Your head aches, something prodding at it from your low neck. Lifting your head up slightly, you snake your hand around to rub it.Oh.His morning wood throbs against your hand, the way your head does, too, from the dehydration.“Good morning,” you reply, your tone and expression teasing. The satisfaction of him in this state almost makes you forget everything last night was a dream, you were just kissing a memory.It breaks you, even more, knowing that part of him is probably dead.You show none of this inner turmoil on your face.“I can’t help it,” he claims defensively, before his tone and volume drops lower, as does his head, as he leans down to your ear, “especially not with you here.”You bite back a whisper, likely a lewd gasp of his name, as you continue to gaze at him. His eyes are soft this early in the morning, dilated and glassy and cutting deeper into you with each glimmer of care threatening to peek through.Opting to ignore your internal dialogue, you stick your tongue out at him playfully and adjust your position, your head pushing further into his erection.“It’s not getting any softer,” he comments, his suggestion clear in his tone.“The sun just rose. I’m not going down on you at this hour,” you dismiss, rubbing sleep out of your eyes and yawning.He grunts disappointedly and squeezes your shoulder.“Aguni could have sent me with some other girl and they would have gladly taken my cock at any hour of the day.”“Suguru, I’m not some other girl.”He nods.“Especially not to you.”You can’t be sure why you added the last part. You aren’t ‘especially’ anything to Niragi, his silence confirms it.Once you’re moments away from awkwardly coughing to break the silence, Suguru responds, after a long period of consideration.“I would have shot ‘any other girl’ if they ran as slow as you by now,” he cracks, and a smile creeps up behind you before you can stop it from baring your teeth, “but you’re my cherry.”“Fuck you,” you saw, smacking his thigh and shaking slightly in his lap from laughter.You’re oddly flattered, because you have no doubt he would have shot anyone else by now for dragging him down, holding him back, the way your insecurity is telling you that you are. Maybe he likes you more than you thought.“If we weren’t already outrunning the death blimp, you’d owe me for that.”You’d almost entirely forgotten you even had a deal about kissing his neck, the hickies, the promise, now that more important things were afoot.“We aren’t outrunning anything right now,” you tease, a suggestive smile dancing playfully on your lips.You sit up, taking any excuse to touch him the way you did in your dream. Reaching out with your hand to brush his hair to the side and angling his neck towards you, he beats you to it and bares his neck to you, eyes fluttering closed, and fingers wrapping harshly around the back of your neck, coaxing you towards him.Your mouth opens on instinct to lick and treat his skin.One hickey. That’s all you owe him.You hope he’ll let you keep going once you’re done.Blinking your eyes shut, your lips descend on his neck, your hands gripping his shoulders for stability, rubbing the tight muscle of his bicep.You groan through your teeth at the sensation of it in your hand. You hear the wet sound of his lips parting to smile, as you continue drawing more of his skin into your mouth, leaving it purple from your teeth and the suction.Unfortunately done with all you owe him, you disconnect from his neck, only to find his hand holding you firm.“More.”It’s a demand more than a request. There is no room in the syllable to argue. You wouldn’t fight it even if you thought you could.His skin is warm against your lips, his hands are snaking down your body, gripping your hips, gliding further down-You moan against his neck and he hums his approval, his hand delving under the waistband of your cargo pants, teasing you through the fabric of your panties.Sucking harder on his neck, so as to muffle your moans, you grind your hips into his hand desperately.Your cravings for him were on the back burner while you were running. Now, every thought you’d ignored is rushing back to you and you’re needier than ever for him.His index finger expertly circling your clit, you notice his cock prods at your hip and you can’t help but move your hand down to wrap it around his throbbing length.Purposely, his breathy moan reaches your ear moments after it leaves his mouth, sending a shudder down your spine into the tips of your toes.You’d have whispered his name, a plea, in his ear, had your lips not been occupied with showering his neck in the wetness of your saliva and the warmth of your kiss. His name in your mind was all that mattered.“Cherry,” he whispers, your hand rubbing up and down on him. The nickname means more to you than your name does. He is all that matters to you, especially here. You have nothing else but being in his arms, hot against him, moaning at his fingers pleasing you beyond belief.“Cherry,” he says more forcefully, his free hand pushing you away from his neck by the shoulders.You pause and look up at him, your eyes flitting between his, searching for answers.“Never stop.”His hand slowly wraps around your throat as his words hang in the air, his eyes sinking into you. His finger has paused, your heat still shivering under his touch, expectant, waiting.You wait, a heavy moment, before you let out a helpless moan, his name rolling from your tongue as the hand around your neck tightens and he pulls you into him.“You’re mine,” Niragi says, a deviant and knowing smile pulling at his lips, baring the canines you want desperately in your neck, “right, slut?”He grins so widely that you can’t help but smile right back, before he pulls you into a kiss. He doesn’t know how badly you wish you were his, really. You can’t feel anything but him against you, shattering you into pieces.You’d have forgotten his finger was between your legs had he not suddenly started rubbing you, eliciting a pathetic moan at the stimuli.He was too good.“You look so pretty like this, shaking under my hand,” he muses, leaning from your mouth to whisper sweetly in your ear, his gaze lazily on the hand you have wrapped around his cock.He grins as you abruptly start pleasing him, his breath stunting and a soft groan tearing from low in his throat. You feel his sounds of pleasure vibrate in his chest, encouraging you to grip him in the way you know makes men shake.You’d never be so depraved for anyone else.But Suguru is yours.Your moans blend together and are swallowed by the air around you. Briefly, you ponder how loud you can get away with being.His fingers are harsher on your clit, your legs clamping around his hand and helplessly grinding into this wrist, you hear him crack a satisfied smile, and you laugh breathlessly as another moan falls from your lips.You know your hand on him is lazy, too distracted to focus, but your touch still makes his head drop forward, his hair draping over his face. He looks like a dream, curled into you, all casually sexy, fueling you closer to the release you’re so desperate for.Especially from him. You try your hardest not to think about how this means essentially nothing to him, but everything to you. His hands on you, only ever rough and sexy, or friendly. You wondered what his hands felt like when he was in love with you. It was starting to feel like you’d never know.You were almost swallowed by your thoughts when Niragi’s halt in motion drew you back to him.“You’re awful,” you whined playfully, groaning and grabbing his wrist to keep his hands stuffed down your pants.“You make me worse,” he muses with a grin, before abruptly sliding a finger in you. You moan helplessly, unable to hold anything back from the spontaneity of it. He smiles wider at your desperate response.“You’re lucky I love you so much.”You look at eachother and your eyes widen, his hand unrelenting despite the world-stopping sentence he just uttered.He loves you?His eyes bore into yours, wide with the realization of what he said, but his mouth only slightly ajar, not moving to contest what he said.Your heart is pounding and your heat is leaking all over his hand. Your brain is too fuzzy to understand whats happening. All you know is you love him too.“I am lucky,” you murmur through a moan, your hands gripping into his shoulder, “and you’re lucky I love you too.”You had to confess it. His eyes melt when the words leave your mouth, his hand moving erratically as if he was fucking his nervousness into you, settles into a mindnumbing rhythm.You’re about to tell him how close you are when he leans into your ear and whispers to you.“I can feel you about to cum, Cherry.”And he’s right.How he knows the way your body is when you’re about to cum is beyond you, but you merely grab his cock in your hand and rub him off.“With me,” you manage to stutter.He groans and nods at you.He mumbles something about how good you are before your senses are taken over and your thighs are clamping around his hand, your body spasming and seeing stars from how he touches you. Everything feels so much deeper knowing he loves you. You bite your lip, desperately holding back from moaning his name, about how you love him more than he knows, more than anything. His finger stays pumping in and out of you, hitting your sweet spot, more sensitive than ever, until you’re shuddering and whimpering so loud you should be embarrassed.Your eyes gently flutter open to find a wet spot on his pants and him dragging his hand out of you, licking his fingers clean like a sex god.“You ruined my pants,” he says, matter of fact, “but it was worth it.”As if still hot and bothered from the memory of what you both did mere moments ago, he groans.“Yeah,” you quip, settling into him, your body exhausted from pleasure, “after all, you love me.”He punches your shoulder, rolls his eyes and returns your lazy smile. You could almost think he was going soft for you.After a quiet moment, he rests his head on yours, grumbling, “I should have known you would use this against me, you punk.”