#nijiro murakami smut

[riseatlantisss]

Safe and warm

Pairing : Chishiya Shuntaro x gn!reader, post-Borderland

TW : Mentions of smut, very short, just F L U F F, pure and simple. <3

A morning in bed with the love of your life. 

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Soft needles of rain click against the window. The morning light is grey but bright. There is a sliver of sunlight leaking through the closed curtains that runs all up the bed and over Chishiya’s face. You are breathing softly through your mouth, so that the only other noise you hear is him, laying beside you, his breathing slow and steady. Like a dance he didn’t know he was leading. 

He isn’t sleeping. Neither are you. Slowly, softly, his hand drifts up to your waist and he draws closer. You inhale his scent and his warmth, adoring the closeness of your bodies.

“Morning,” Chishiya says. The low tone of his voice sent a thrilling shiver down your spine at the memory of the night before, of that same voice wrecked with desire, giving off long moans and deep sighs as he showed you just how much you meant to him.

You move your hand down to his, interlacing your fingers. He squeezes it tighter and kisses you and you lean into it with a grateful sigh, working your tongue around his.

You love him.

It’s impossibly simple yet horribly complex. It’s sweet and sour at the same time. It’s terrifying and wonderful, all at once.

You love him.

It’s the only thing you have known with absolute certainty in your entire life. You knew it in Borderland. You know it in this world. And you’d know it everywhere else. 

You break off so that you can look at him and savor his tender smile, the deep blackness of his eyes and the beauty of his traits. He lays his head on your shoulder and wraps you up in his arms. You feel safe and you wonder what you did to deserve this cocoon of protection. You close your eyes and hold onto him fiercely, sealing your bodies as tightly as you can. No matter how tight your grasp, it never seems to be close enough.

You love him.

And, in an amazing twist of fate, by some bizarre universal lines of force and weird planetary alignment —he loves you, too.

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[klaustozier]

demon ; nijiro murakami ver.

SUMMARY: you are a demon hunter and one of this demons is very different from what you are used to.

warnings: demon!Nijiro x fem!reader; Nijiro is 190cm or 6'2 (i think you can write it like this); big!cocks, that's it cocks, two dicks; double penetration; he has tentacles 😳 (no, he won't fuck you with them); his eyes are black and his canines and lateral incisors are pointed; I'm out of my mind; praise kink; degradation kink; fingering; play with nipples; hanging; oral on you (his tongue grows); there will be no condom use (but you know you should, please don't do this to me and use a condom); double penetration; cum inside.

english is not my first language, i'm sorry for any mistakes

word count: 1,7k

i'm sorry for taking so long.

enjoy.

The creature was trapped in a metal chair, chained to the floor. You should have already killed him, but you couldn't. Because you thought he was handsome. You felt so stupid, just because his face was pretty didn't mean you should spare him.

You were a demon hunter and prevented them from harming humans, so you had to kill him. But what about that brunette hair? And that pretty nose? And that jaw? And those lips?

You'd heard from friends that they'd fucked demons before, that they'd come and then kill them, but you couldn't do that, you were better than that.

"What are you thinking about, baby?", he asked, his voice was low, echoing off the walls of the warehouse you'd brought him to. His black eyes focused on you, glistening in the light from outside, teeth sharpened under his smile.

"How to shut you up as fast as I can", you replied, looking back at the knives on your desk.

"Oh yeah?", you suddenly felt him at your back, your heart skipped a beat, your stomach turned to ice, "Are you going to be nice to me, princess?"

"How did you escape?", your voice was so small, you were so scared, for the first time in your life.

"Ah", he chuckled softly, his mouth settling on your neck, "I have my tricks, baby girl", and you felt things slither down your belly and legs and as you looked down, you saw the long, black tentacles curling around your body. Those tentacles came from his back and depending on how much power he had, he could make more of them. You've never met a demon with tentacles and when you captured him, you didn't find any traces that he was like this, "I can smell you... you smell like a horny little slut, you know?"

"Let go of me now", you growled trying to break free, shifting restlessly.

"You find me attractive, don't you?", he asked, chuckling softly, his lips sliding down your neck.

You squinted your eyes trying to concentrate, "Let me go now", you growled through your teeth, feeling your pussy throb as the black tentacles tightened on your thighs.

"I know you don't want to, I can feel your heart beating", one of the countless tentacles slid along the inside of your thigh, the tip coming extremely close to your crotch, caressing the skin still covered by your jeans, "I can feel your pussy throbbing… you smell", and he took a deep breath, "so good…"

"Filthy demon", you cursed, trying to pick up the small dagger on your table trying to hit the thigh of the tall man behind you, but one of the tentacles grabbed your wrist, taking your arm to your own neck.

"Don't be rude, I'm complimenting you, fucking slut."

"Let go of me", you snarled, once more.

His beautiful lips touched your cheek, staying close to your skin as he spoke, taking the dagger from your hand, "Lie to me and say you don't want me."

"How would I want such a disgusting being?", you tried to be strong.

He chuckled, a low laugh, "Disgusting?", a tentacle positioned around your neck and just wrapped around the delicate area, "I'm a monster, but not that kind of monster, you know? If you didn't want me, I'd just walk away… but fuck, when I felt what you wanted from me", he chuckled, "I couldn't control myself… Want to handcuff me again and blow me for a little while, princess?"

You swallowed hard, "Y-you… we can't…", you whispered, getting tired of being strong.

"No? Why not? Because I'm not human?", you took a deep breath, shivering, "Kitten", the tentacle that held you by the neck tightened, making you moan, "you'll never be able to think of another fucking human again after being fucked by me."

The demon turned you on your heels and loosened some of the grip on his tentacles, giving you the opportunity to move away. Your eyes looked at him, the completely black eyes looking at you with so much evil inside them. He grinned, sharp canines and incisors gleaming beneath his handsome smile, the dimples showing. The tentacles wrapped around you again and his hands gripped your waist and finally he kissed you.

You moaned and squirmed, feeling your pussy throb. The bigger one dominated the kiss, his tongue rubbing against yours, hungry, you just allowed him to do what he wanted. His hands roamed your body while the thick black tentacles did the same, exploring every millimeter of it, making your legs tremble.

Two tentacles tightened around your breasts, squeezing them together only so his big hands could play with the nipples hidden under the black clothes. His thumbs began to rub the peaks, his tongue rubbing on yours, his sharp teeth scraping your bottom lip every now and then, the tentacle on your neck squeezing in perfect pressure.

"Fuck, your are so fucking hot", he whispered, his hands going down to be able to remove your shirt, one of the tentacles ripped your bra, in the back, opening it and taking it off. He took a deep breath, "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name."

"Please, sir."

He smiled, "What a nice little slut."

"Thank you, sir."

His hand slid around your waist, having your mouth dominated again, being kissed with desperation. When your hand wandered to his cock, your eyes widened, the problem wasn't just that it was a thick bulge against the black dress pants he wore, but that they were two bulges. Your eyes widened and his heart sped up in despair making him laugh.

"Stay calm, baby…", he whispered, his hand caressing your hair, while one of the tentacles slid over your ass and the other over your thighs, caressing you, "If you want, I can transform and just stay with on-"

"No… it's okay…"

The brunette smirked, "Your sweet saint face is just for decoration, right?", and chuckled when your cheeks flushed, "You want to feel full, don't you?"

"Yes…"

He chuckled evilly, "And I'll do whatever you want."

The older one opened your pants with his hands and let his tentacles take them off for him while his hand was busy stroking your pussy lips, making your legs shake. The tentacle on your neck loosened its grip a little giving you time to breathe and adjust before tightening it again. His tentacles removed the knives from the table and placed you on top of the furniture while his hands were busy with your white panties. He thought if he should just take it off and be delicate, or if he should tear the piece with brute force, and he chose the second option, ripping the panties, earning a startled moan from you.

Nijiro smiled, his thumb sliding over the wet lips, giving your clit a little attention, making gentle circular motions. He knelt on the floor, tentacles coming out from his back, threading through the white button-up shirt that was opened as he positioned himself on the floor. Four tentacles gripped your legs, opening you for him, holding you in place for his access. A tentacle touched your wrist, pulling it to your own breast, wanting you to touch yourself while another positioned itself on your free breast and began to slide the delicate tip over your nipple. The soft, smooth, black tentacle slid over your delicate skin, making your moan softly.

The brunette took a deep breath and kissed your thighs before sliding his tongue over your wet pussy. You whined, a sigh leaving your lips, your free hand stroking the soft blond hair. The soft tongue rubbed against your clit and moved all over your wet pussy, sucking on the lips before returning to the tender spot and giving it attention.

"Fuck", you cursed feeling his tongue forcing in your entrance.

You didn't expect to feel what you felt. It was like his tongue was sliding down inside you, reaching in, going deeper inside you back and forth, fucking you. Your moan grew more agonized as his thumb began stroking your clit, letting his tongue fuck you.

His dark eyes focused on you, a wicked smile spread across his face, even though you couldn't see it, his nose was resting on your skin as his tongue tasted you so intimately. Saliva escaped his lips, wetting you, sliding down your ass.

A sly moan left your lips when you felt the long tongue leave you and climb your lips, returning to its normal size when reaching the clit, "What a delicious pussy… so tight… you're going to crush my cock like that, princess…"

"How-how…? How you-?"

The brunette chuckled, standing up, sticking out his tongue. The normal-sized tongue grew down his lips, making your heart race. The tentacle on your breast just held it and offered it to its owner for him to curl his long tongue over the delicate skin, the tip rubbing against the nipple as the length slid across the skin, eliciting a whimper from you. One of his hands took your hand away from your own breast and squeezed it hard, making you moan and his free hand went to your pussy, sliding through the lips, collecting the lubrication before sinking them inside you. Fingers curling, back and forth inside you, feeling your hands grip his hair.

"Fucking thigh pussy", whispered the demon as he retracted his tongue, his eyes focusing on his fingers fucking you, the wet sounds mixing with your moans, "Did anyone ever tell you that you moan like a dirty slut?"

You shook your head, "No… I'm sorry, sir."

Nijiro frowned and then laughed, "Who says I don't like it?", the tentacle on your neck squeezed the delicate area again, pulling you closer to him, "I want to hear every obscene moan that comes from you, princess."

The brunette kissed you again, his fingers still teasing you, gathering lubrication before sliding his finger down to your other entrance, dipping one finger in without difficulty. Which made him laugh and he continued to prepare you gently. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him, feeling your entrance being opened.

His tentacles still held you in place, holding you all the way to your back, so you didn't have to worry about holding on with your hands. Two of them busied themselves with your breasts, squeezing them eagerly as the tips rubbed against your nipples, making your back arch.

The demon's free hand opened his own pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. The kiss ended because of your curiosity to see what the two volumes you had felt earlier were about. Nijiro had two members, one on top of the other, very close together, under the lower one there was a pair of testicles. Both cocks were thick, countless veins adorned the fair skin, the red tips glowing pre-cum. You swallowed hard, watching him bring his hand to his lips and let saliva fall, sliding it over both of his cocks. You watched with all attention, his hand went to your lips, making you look at him.

"Slobber on it for me, baby girl."

Promptly, you complied, spittle dripping from your mouth onto the large hand under your lips. After a brief moment, he smeared all of your saliva onto his skin, jerking himself off, one cock at a time. With a sigh, he positioned his cocks at your entrances, forcing his way through. You moaned, grabbing his shoulders, hugging him, your hand sliding across his chest, the open white blouse giving you passage over his beautiful abdomen. Your face was buried in his sweet-smelling neck, you could have sworn he smelled like lavender and lust, but she couldn't be sure.

"Everything okay?", Nijiro asked softly, his hands stroking your hair and back as he sank all of himself inside you, wanting to help you calm down.

"Yes", you replied, slightly agonized, your hips squirming, "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

"Whatever my little baby girl wants."

And the demon began to move. His strong hands held you by the waist, starting delicate movements, the tentacles caressed your thighs, squeezing your breasts, offering them to him. The brunette brought his face to your breasts, lightly nibbling the top of your left breast before enveloping it in his tongue, caressing the bitten skin as the tip of his tongue caressed the peaked nipple. You moaned, digging your short nails into the demon's broad shoulders.

Your moans were agonized, you could feel him so deep inside you, stretching you completely for him. Your moans got louder the faster Nijiro moved, fucking you without any kind of pity. You had never been so well fucked in your life, there was hate and precision in his movements and it was so wonderful. With one hand, he pulled you by the hair, making you look at him.

"You're so fucking hot", he whispered, "How am I going to fuck anyone else and not think about that ass crushing me? And that pussy drooling all over my cock?"

"Sir", you whispered, lost.

"Funny you're supposed to be killing me, not letting me stretch you open, princess", he chuckled, "Aren't you ashamed?"

"Fuck off."

The demon grinned and slapped you across the face, "You better respect me, spoiled slut."

"I'm going to kill-", and you couldn't finish, you couldn't threaten him, after all his thumb went back to caressing your clit while both cocks invaded you with so much desire, "I'm going to cum."

"Come on, little slut, get me all wet, let's go…"

Your inside squeezed him hard, your legs trembled with the tentacles, you moaned loudly, unable to control yourself. He smiled and kissed you, not stopping the movements of his hips, seeking his own pleasure as well. It didn't take long before he was cumming, filling you with cum, making his eyes roll back in his head, his tongue rubbing yours, his hands squeezing your soft ass hard, the pleasure consuming his beautiful body.

"Fuck", he growled holding your face tightly before kissing you again, "No, no, no", he whispered, one of his tentacles gripping your wrist, unnoticed by him (or you thought there was no noticing), your took a silver dagger and was ready to cut his neck, but he stopped you, "It's rude to kill a man right after he cums", he scoffed, "Especially after he makes you cum with so much pleasure. "

The brunette pulled away from you enough to be able to look at you, all trapped by his tentacles, cum sliding through your holes, you were so full. Nijiro smiled and straightened his pants.

"My name is Nijiro. Murakami Nijiro", informed the brunette, "If you want to be fucked very well like that and threaten to kill me again, just call me, princess", and after a peck, the demon disappeared, leaving you naked in your warehouse, head full and cum running down your thighs.

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[dorisslut]

Hi! Can I request for something similar to that Dori/niragi smut but make it Nijiro with fem reader watching Alice in Borderland and reader gets horny bcs of chishiya so Nijiro gave her Chishiya in bed hehe

Tysm and have a great dayyy!

yes ofc! i will post it tomorrow! i’m sorry it took me a little while to respond i have been a little busy but i’ll have it posted tomorrow! thank you for the request have a great day/night <3

You and your lovely boyfriend Nijiro were in your shared bedroom watching the new season of Alice in Borderland. You have already watched the first season and are very familiar with his character, Chishiya.

You would be lying if you said his character was attractive, you would also be lying if you said Chishiya didn’t get you horny. You tied to argue that you were busy because you didn’t want him to see your reactions to Chishiya.

But he didn’t listen to you and came over to your apartment anyways, so here you are laying in bed with Nijiro watching Chishiya play The Jack of Hearts game. You felt your panties dampen at how smart Chishiya is.

“Are you okay y/n?” Nijiro looked over at you seeing your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah i’m okay, it’s just a little hot in here” he nodded at you and you guys went back to watching the show. You guys are finally getting closer to the end, but right now you guys are at The King of Diamonds. You guess Nijiro saw the way you were looking at Chishiya and he leaned over and placed kissed on your neck.

“Nijiro w-what are you doing”

“You like Chishiya a lot huh?” Of course you did, its your boyfriends character.

“Why are you blushing so much?” He came up from your neck pressing his soft lips against yours. His hand came up to fondle with your breasts causing a gasp to come out of you.

He took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

“Nijiro what about the show” He reached over to the remote and paused it.

“We’ll finish it later, I want you right now” he took of my shirt and started making hickeys on your collarbone. While doing that Nijiro Chishiya unclipped the back of your bra taking it off.

He pulled away from you taking his shirt off. Your reached up to him running your hands down his chest to his waist pulling him back down to kiss you again. Nijiro Chishiya pulled away and sucked one of your hard nipples into his mouth.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, you felt his free hand toying with the hem of your sweat pants.

“Pl-ease just take them off” you choked out wanting more from him.

“Be patient y/n, let me take my time” usually he was more desperate, but this time he’s not the desperate one..you are.

Nijiro Chishiya finally pulled away from your breasts and went down to your pants.

“You want me to take them off?” He also never teases you like this. You nodded at him vigorously, and he responded by pulling your pants down to see a wet patch in your panties.

“This wet for me huh?” he placed a kiss over your clothed clit which drew a whine out of you. Nijiro Chishiya pulled your underwear to the side and pushed 2 finger inside you, his thumb resting on your clit.

He began pumping his fingers into you slowly, you knew he was trying to tease you and you didn’t like it.

“Please stop teasing me” he looked up at you, his fingers coming to a halt.

“Fine, hopefully your stretched out enough for me.” Nijiro Chishiya pulled his fingers out of you and came up to you so he could look you in the eyes.

You didn’t even notice that he took his pants off already when you felt him push his tip into you. Nijiro Chishiya fully pushed into you letting you adjust to him.

“S-shit, please Nijiro move” Nijiro Chishiya instantly started rolling his hips, also as desperate as you but not showing it. He grabbed your thigh bringing it up over his sholder to reach deeper.

Nijiro Chishiya new he hit your sweet spot when you let out a loud cry. His tip kept tapping your sweet spot over again bringing you closer to orgasm.

“Fuck Nijiro! i’m close” He felt you clench around him. That brought him close as well.

“Shit y/n keep clenching around my cock, i’m close to” You both reached your climax’s and he slowly pulled his cock out of you.

Nijiro picked you up and sat you on the counter in your bathroom running you guys a warm bath.

“I think it warm enough now.” he whispered into your ear and picked you up and placed you into the bath tub.

“I can walk you know” you said looking at him while he stepped into the tub as well.

“I know” He responded pulling you onto him so your back was against his chest. You both stayed there for a few minutes till Nijiro sat up and grabbed the shampoo putting some in his hands.

He ran his fingers through your hair massaging the shampoo into your scalp. You did the same for him after you rinsed you hair. You both washed yourself and dried off.

Nijiro grabbed the brush and gently brushed your hair for you. You tried to take the brush from him to do his but he already did his. He pulled you over to the bed and got you two under the covers.

“Goodnight Nijiro i love you”

“I love you to y/n”

I hope you enjoyed!! :)

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[thatstrangegiiirrlll]

I Love You, now Fuck Me

Nijiro x Female reader(requested)

Summary: Nijiro is driving you home from a successful date. During the drive, a confession of love leads to intimacy.

Includes: shy, needy nijiro, dry humping in the car, some fluffy, corny love 🤍

Also I don’t know who the girl is in the picture! I just thought she was really pretty when I came across her on Pinterest, hehe. U all r free to picture whoever u like for this imagine/story. — Ash <3

“I love spending time with you, y/n,” Nijiro speaks, stealing a glance at you. He unlocks the doors to his car and opens the door for you.

You smile at his words and turn to him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a French kiss. You can't lie; you never want your dates with Nijiro to end. But you understand that you both have lives. Too bad you're not conjoined at the hip because you hate being away from your baby.

On the way to your home, you can't resist the urge to analyze him as he drives: his jawline, nose, his gorgeous eyes, and eyelashes, those soft lips...just all of it. Not only is he beautiful, but so is his heart. You love him and you're not ashamed of that.

“Nijiro,” you utter, now turned to face him in your seat.

“Yes, baby?” He replies, taking a swift look at you.

You blink at him slowly with little to no hesitation in your voice as you say, “I love you.”

He sits up in his seat, looking twice from you and the street ahead in astonishment. “Really?”

You nod, eyes fixated on him like a hawk. His mannerisms are telling you he's uncertain, and that makes you uneasy.

“Y/n... I-”

“Fuck,” you say, the panic exploding in the pit of your stomach. It doesn't take a genius to read the room, or in your case, the car. You've made him uncomfortable. “Just forget it.”

His face saddens and he grips the steering wheel anxiously. “Please don't be upset. You know I care about you I just-”

“Nijiro, drop it, okay?” You interject, feeling as though you could crawl out of your skin. You know it's not fair to be upset at him - saying that is a big deal. Still, the way it makes you feel stings like hell.

You hear him sigh quietly, his face turning red. You dread the remainder of this awkward car ride.

He pulls into your apartment complex and puts the car in park. You grab your bag and open the car door hastily.

“Y/n, wait, please?” He pleads, gently grabbing your arm.

You decide to bite back your pride and hear him out. It's only right to do so.

Closing the door back up, you stare ahead, waiting for him to speak.

“I'm sorry for the way I reacted,” he starts, eyes soft and low as he looks at you. “I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“I know.” You keep your eyes facing forward, too stubborn to face him. “I know, Nijiro. But why? Do you not love me back?”

He keeps his hands together, placing them tightly in his lap. “I do, y/n... I’m just scared.”

You uncross your arms and turn your head to look at him. He has his head down, fidgeting around with his fingers.

“Nijiro,” you say, a soft smile on your lips. “What is there to be scared of, baby?”

When he looks at you and sees your welcoming expression, his body relaxes. “I'm just worried you won't like me anymore. What if my love is too much for you, and you become sick of me?”

You feel your throat get tight when he says this. You had no idea he even felt this way.

“Sick of you?” You repeat, grabbing his face with both hands. “Nijiro, I can't get enough of you. So don't ever think that, okay?”

His cheeks burn as he nods. “Fuck, this is embarrassing.”

“Stop it,” you tell him, sliding over onto his lap. You let your weight fall into his pelvic bone, arms on either side of his head behind the seat. “Nothing about you is embarrassing. Everything you feel is okay. Even loving me, because I love you back.”

His warm hands rest on your sides and he kisses you. “I love you, too. I love you more.”

You smile scrunching your nose in amusement at his response. All this loving and vulnerable energy is driving you wild. And it doesn't help that you feel Nijiro's hard length under your skirt.

His eyes scan you up and down, a twinge of darkness present in them. Oh? So, that's how you feel?

You let his seat back a little, watching as he lulls his head to either side. You slide your hands down his torso and to his erection through his jeans. You sit back on top of it, your skirt sliding up and revealing your underwear.

Nijiro holds your waist as you start to roll your hips into him. You feel his dick start to get even harder as you grind, your clit striking it every damn time.

“Shit,” you hiss, grabbing hold of the seat. Nijiro helps himself in grinding back onto you. The friction from his jeans sends sparkles up your spine. He throws back his head, closing his eyes tight as he enjoys the ride.

“That feels so fucking good,” he purrs, hand sliding under your blouse. He massages your breast, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “I'm so close.”

Your hand slaps against the door's window when Nijiro rubs both your breasts. You get the perfect move of your hips down, the angle pressing precisely where you need it to.

Your pussy is so wet it's nearly numbing, but you continue. Your orgasm is so close you can taste it.

“Just a bit more,” you croak, throat parched and dry as you try to breathe.

Nijiro pulls you down to him in the seat, grabbing your ass as you ride him hard and fast. Within seconds, you cum, lips hanging right over his ear. Your gasps are uncontrolled and intense. It's pretty difficult to come down from an orgasm that hard.

Pushing out a few more thrusts, Nijiro makes his way to his orgasm. His body goes still for a moment before he groans and breathes. You love hearing his sounds when he cums.

He blushes when he notices you watching him orgasm. “This underwear is destroyed,” he says, shaking his head. You can only imagine the wet explosion beneath his pants.

“That's yummy,” you reply, kissing him everywhere on his cherry-colored face.

He chuckles and rubs his thumbs over your tummy. “Wanna spend the night at my place?”

You smile hard when he offers this. “Hell yeah, I do. Let's go.”

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[eufezco]

BACK TO YOU — CHISHIYA X FEM!READER

MAJOR AIB SPOILERS !!

SUMMARY — you win the games and wake up in the hospital. remembering everything that happened in the borderlands and not knowing if chishiya made it.

your mouth was dry and it tasted like blood. your eyes opened slowly, getting used to the bright lights of the hospital room and you hissed when your hand landed on your temples. you had some cuts on your face, covered with gauzes and medical tapes, and some bruises too, especially around your eyes and on your cheekbones.

you looked around the room and you could see your mom's purse next to your bed, but she wasn't in the room. somethings never change, not even when you are at the hospital after having been dead for a few seconds. once you tried to sit on the bed, you felt a stabbing pain in your lower abdomen and then on your forearm. your hand went directly where it hurt in your belly and you realized that you were wearing a bigger gauze there and another of the same size on your arm, and at that moment a wave of memories hit you making you feel dizzy. the beach. the next level. the king of spades. chishiya.

chishiya.

you gasped and forced yourself to remember when was the last time that you saw him. niragi's gun was pointing at you when he suddenly stepped in the middle of your body and the bullet with your name written in it.

"why would you do it?" you asked him with tears in your eyes. chishiya just showed you a smirk. you told him that he needed to resist, that there were only two games left and everything will be over. a little smile remained on chishiya’s lips as he nodded slowly. he knew that by the time you completed the games he wouldn't be there. you wanted to stay by his side but usagi and arisu dragged you out of there when the zeppelin of the king of spades appeared.

the last thing you remember from that day was lying next to kuina and ann on the cold ground. your back hurt and your wounds didn't stop bleeding as you watched the fireworks and listened to what you were being asked. "i decline." you finally answered, with tears in the corners of your eyes.

you got up from the hospital bed and noticed that you were sharing a room with someone else. that someone in the room with you was separated from your side with a curtain. with small steps and with a hand on your belly, right where your wound was, you approached the curtain, and being extremely careful, you had a quick peek to the other side. you took a sharp breath after you recognized the boy on the other side. his thick brown hair was stuck to his forehead, and just like you, he had some gauzes on his face. he gave a small jump on the bed when he noticed that someone was staring at him from a small opening in the curtain, but his frown relaxed once he recognized you.

"y/n?" he asked, still a bit confused.

"arisu." you removed the curtain completely and his eyes opened wide. he removed the blanket from himself and turned his body to let his legs hang from the bed, ready to get up from the moment he saw you. you were quicker than him and hugged him, maybe a little too hard because you both hissed when your bodies collided. you stayed like that for a few seconds more and then he asked you if you were okay, and how long had been since you woke up.

"a minute?" you asked him. your head hurt. "everything- everything happened in a minute. all the games, all the deaths? in a minute?"

arisu nodded. you gulped. all the things you lived with chishiya happened in sixty seconds. you felt like you could throw up. you shook your head and decided to talk about anything else. "did usagi make it?"

"yes. she was with me when we finished the last game."

you nodded, glad to hear that your friend was alive. "kuina and ann also made it. i think i heard aguni and akane too but i can't remember well."

arisu then understood. you knew that all of your friends made it but not if he did. "i'm sure- i'm sure he's here. i'm sure chishiya got out."

you shook your head with your eyes closed. arisu didn't know that. when the king of spades appeared and him and usagi separated you from chishiya, his white jacket was already soaked in blood. the first bullet hit him in a noncritical area, but the second one, the one that should've got you, went directly into his chest. you didn't need to be a med student to know that that was bad.

"come on. let's go for a walk." arisu got up from the bed and kissed your forehead after noticing how sad your eyes were. you hooked your arm in his. every now and then arisu would stop to check up on you, if you were breathing well, if you were too tired to continue but you assured him every time that you were fine.

you saw aguni in the icu. the doctors that came out of the room were pointing out how that man being alive was practically a medical miracle. akane was on a wheelchair looking at him through the glass. the girl was very pleased to see you both again. she asked about your injuries and she thanked arisu in a subtle way for winning the last game. she didn't know if you were ready to talk openly about what happened. she didn't even know if she was.

you tried to run and arisu had to hold you so you wouldn't fall down the moment that you saw kuina. her face glowed and she had to blink a couple of times to believe her eyes. kuina was kneeling in front of a woman in a wheelchair, a man was standing next to the two of them, and you guessed that they were her parents. she was quick to stand up, her father had to help her to get to you and arisu, and then you hugged her tightly. you were careful though, you saw how bad her injuries were. you remember the king of spades on top of her, stabbing multiple times her stomach, blood coming out of her mouth and you immobile lying on the ground after being shot by him.

"have you seen him? do you know if he made it out?" you held kuina's cheeks. defeated, you let out a sigh after seeing kuina's confused expression. she shook her head to both of your questions. kuina told you that the last time that she saw chishiya was when the king of spades attacked for the first time, and then each of you followed a different path and she never saw him again after that. but when she met arisu again, he said that chishiya was fine.

you slowly turned to look at arisu with raised eyebrows, and the boy just shrugged his shoulders. on second thought, you were sure that arisu didn't do it with bad intentions. you had to explain to her that niragi shot him twice. kuina gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. you told her that the second time niragi was aiming at you but chishiya stood in the middle. that did not come as a surprise to her. she knew him longer than you did. they were already at the beach when you arrived there with arisu and usagi, and as long as she had known him, chishiya had always acted unbothered. he wasn't a big fan of showing affection. he was selfish, arrogant, and really self-centered. but kuina knew that he would take a bullet for you.

she insisted on joining you and arisu on your walk. you three recognized some people who were in the games with you: people from the beach, that kid usagi fought so hard to save, people you tried to kill, and people that tried to kill you.

"excuse me?"

the hospital reception was chaotic, and you barely heard the woman at the other side of the counter humming to your question.

"i'm- i'm looking for someone."

"name?"

you blinked a few times at her sudden question. you played with your fingers nervously. she raised her eyebrows waiting for an answer. "chishiya shuntarō."

you shouldn't have ask. you should have waited for him to find you. what if the woman told you what you didn't want to hear? no. no. no. you should've waited, or had arisu to ask for you. but now you were waiting for that woman to finish typing on the computer and maybe to tell you that he was dea-

"third floor, room 301."

"oh." you said in a sigh. you could feel all your body relaxing, your hands stopped trambling, your legs didn't feel like giving up anymore. but you could also feel your heart beating in your throat, and your chest slowly heaving. the woman raised her eyebrows at you again.

"do you need anything else?"

you gulped, shaking your head softly and coming back to you. "hm?oh. no, thank you."

you turned around and walked towards arisu and kuina, your eyes locked on the floor. your two friends arched their brows worried, by your face both of them expected the worse. kuina could feel that familiar lump that forms in your throat moments before bursting into tears. arisu approached you and his hands gripped your shoulders. your eyes connected with his.

"y/n-"

"he's on the third floor."

arisu sighed in relief. kuina also let out a sigh and she wiped away some tears off her cheeks before you could see her. she approached the woman and asked for an and she told kuina that she was in the operating room, which was also a strong relief.

time passed slowly, and the way to the third floor was the longest you could remember. not when you were walking to the control room with him and kuina, escaping from the militants, not when you were heading to a game, not even when you ran to him after niragi shot him. the elevator was too slow for you.

arisu was checking up on you, kuina was too deep in her thoughts. once the elevator stopped and the doors opened, you gulped and looked at arisu. he nodded for you to be the first one out of the elevator. what you didn't expect was to see chishiya in the middle of the hallway, his body slightly curved and one of his hands pressing his lower abdomen. he was talking to his doctor, probably asking a million questions like why he had put him on that medication instead of the other one, and trying to convince him why the other one was better.

"chishiya."

the boy quickly turned to see who was calling him and his eyes opened wide in surprise. "y/n." chishiya soon forgot about the doctor. one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other one hugged your upper body, resting his hand on the back of your head and pulling you closer to him. he hid his face into the crook of your neck.

it was weird having him in between your arms in the real world. once you two were completely healed you'd go back to your normal life but you'll have each other. you were going to have to get used to his twenty-four hours shift as a doctor, and he was going to get used to hugs and kisses every day. but now, with his arms wrapped around you and after gone through that much, he thought that he could get used to that easily.

"i knew that you would make it." chishiya said with a small smile on his lips. one of his hands pushed your hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear. the other one held your chin up trying to see through the gauzes on your face what type of injuries you had.

arisu and kuina were standing behind you. chishiya shared a glance with both of them. arisu was smirking, kuina was biting her nails with tears in her eyes, probably waiting for her turn to greet her friend but not wanting to separate you. you rested your head on his chest, careful to not touch where he was shot. your lower lip trembled, tears started forming in your eyes.

"i thought that you-"

someone talked before chishiya could. "that could never happen, you know what they say, only the good ones die young."

"you bastard." you looked over chishiya's shoulders and tried to move away from him the moment that you saw niragi at the end of the hallway, approaching the group from behind chishiya. he was quick to hold you tighter against him, to prevent you from hurting yourself even more by hitting niragi.

niragi was smiling. even though half of his body was covered with bandages you could see that disgusting smirk on his lips.

"i'm gonna kill you," you stated. niragi laughed at you. you couldn't see it but chishiya smirked, his arms still hugging you and not letting you part from him.

"it's not that big of a deal, honey. he's is alive and i got to shoot him. we both won."

chishiya could stop you but he didn't have enough arms to stop kuina. the girl passed by your side like a fury. arisu tried to grab her arm but she was mad. her fists were already clenched before she was even close to niragi, and arisu called her name in a last attempt of stopping her. niragi looked down at her with a smile on his lips. he knew what was coming. he had seen that face on kuina before.

her fist closed tighter and with all the strength in her body, she punched niragi. his mouth and nose started bleeding right after but he didn't stop laughing. she had her fist ready again but arisu grabbed her waist from behind pulling her away from him.

"better?" chishiya asked after feeling your breathing slowing down. you nodded and you both looked at kuina kicking in the arms of arisu. chishiya raised his brows looking at the doctors coming to assist niragi. "well, he deserved it." you rolled your eyes at him.

"you have to tell me a lot of things, i guess." chishiya said referring to your bruised face. you nodded, he was going to believe everything that happened between the time he was shot until arisu and usagi won the last game.

"i haven't seen banda and yaba."

chishiya smiled at your innocent. "i'm sure that they are fine but i'm also sure that they decided to stay." you already thought about that. you nodded understanding. what a shame because they were nice to you during the jack of hearts game, and they promised you that you'll see each other again. chishiya knew by your face that you didn't listen when he said that banda was a murderer and yaba was a scammer. people like that could only live freely in the borderlands.

not people like you two tho

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[burntmarshmallowchishiya]

Chishiya x Fem Y/N Smut Visuals

uh hi I'm new to tumblr 🫣 and still figuring out this app lol

so happy we're getting a S3!

Contains: rough sex, fingering, and teasing

(you may need to have a twitter acc to watch it)

If you guys like it then maybe I'll do a part 2?

Chishiya is making sure you are moaning so loud that he hopes Niragi can hear it outside their shared hotel room

When you changed into The Beach dress code Chishiya can't keep his hands off your body

When you two are left alone in the room after you both finished an executive meeting and he teases you

Part 2 is HERE⭐️

Return to the MasterList

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[homeslices]

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

A/N: For the one annon who requested a before the Borderlands with my Best Friend fic I’m working on it as we speak, I just got a lotta inspo for this 😏 and 🦢 annon I just wanted to let you know ily and you’re so sweet <3. If people have any other Alice in Borderland ideas for me my inbox is open.

Summary: This has no connection to my Best Friends fics it’s just pure smut with Chishiya but it could technically be read as a part of it if you wanted it too.

Pairings: Shuntaro Chishiya x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Smut

“Oh, will you look at that”

Chishiya draws out the first vowel of his sentence in a condescending way, but you really couldn't pay attention to that. You couldn’t pay attention to anything.

A fog of lust clouds your mind and senses. The position you’re in only makes it worse. Your head lulls back against Chishiya’s right shoulder, not being able to sit up from both bliss and exhaustion. Your bare back presses against his clothed chest and your legs are hooked around his, opening wide for him to do as he pleases.

The hand that was switching in between your nipples, flicking and twisting them in the most calculated way, soon starts trailing up. It brushes gently against your sternum, up your neck, until you can feel him gently grasp your jaw.

You can even begin to process what’s going on before Chishiya moves your head from his shoulder, to straight up, carefully holding it up himself.

Your unfocused eyes were staring through whatever was in front of you, but the feeling of your clit being pinched brings you back to reality. You squeeze your eyes shut at the spiked pain and pleasure, letting out a squeal surprise.

Bringing his lips right against your left ear, Chishiya continues with a single word.

“Look.”

With as much strength as you could muster, your eyes slowly open and focus on the exact thing Chishiya wanted it to. Yourself.

The mirror mounted to the wall reflects everything in front of it, and at that moment that includes you.

Your eyes meet your own, and you can see the mess Chishiya has made you. You look like you’ve been fucked dumb, which is pretty accurate. Chishiya uses his hand that wasn’t holding your jaw to part your sticky folds, revealing your clenching hole, aching with need.

He’s been messing with you like this for a while. Toying with your bundle of nerves until you see stars but never letting you finish. Rubbing up and down your slit, but never putting his fingers where you needed them most. However, the stimulation of him playing with your clit and your hard nipples felt so good, euphoric even.

Pleased at your compliance, Chishiya trails two of his long, slender fingers to your desperate hole. Your cunt tightly squeezes around them as soon as they enter and you let out a whine of relief.

Chishiya expertly navigates the inside of you, knowing exactly what makes you moan and scream. You let out a whimper, feeling him so deep in you with just his fingers.

He curls them suddenly, pressing them right against that spongy spot, making you open your mouth in a silent cry. All you can do is watch in the mirror as Chishiya pumps in and out of your dripping cunt.

At this point a white ring has formed around his fingers and Chishiya soon adds a third finger. Letting out a broken moan, you move your eyes to Chishiya, only to find he’s already looking at you. There’s a smug look in his eyes when you meet them.

“Feel good?” He questions like he doesn’t see you falling apart in front of him.

You shakily answer with a hum, which is all you can manage. The sudden feeling of Chishiya’s fingers speeding up and your clit being stimulated once again makes your eyes immediately fly back to the reflection of your cunt in the mirror.

You can’t keep the moan bubbling up in your throat down, and the haze that was covering your mind before soon returns. Your eyes stay fixed on the mirror as Chishiya expertly makes a mess out of you, ruining anyone else for you except himself.

At this point you're close. So close to the edge that you let out a desperate sob and hand grabs around Chishiya’s wrist that’s pistoling in and out of your sopping cunt to ground yourself.

Leaning down, eyes not leaving the mirror, Chishiya leaves open mouth kisses up and down your neck, marking you, all while watching you fall apart on his fingers.

His hand that was gripping your jaw soon trails town to tweak your sensitive nipples lance again and switching between the two.

Chishiya lips brush against your ear, one word leaving them.

“Cum.”

Just like that coil of arousal that has been building for what feels like forever, snaps. White floods your vision as you cream around his fingers. But he doesn’t stop. His fingers keep going in and out, in and out, even faster than before. Your nails dig into his wrist, overwhelmed at the overstimulation.

“Too much,” you cry out.

Whispering in your ear once again he responds.

“You can take it, can’t you?”

You only nod mindlessly. Chishiya doesn’t falter from his fast pace. Your second orgasm was fastly approaching and he could tell. Your cunt was squeezing around his fingers once more, and your eyes were starting to stare mindlessly in front of you.

And just like that, with a little more pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves, you watch yourself cum for a second time. You let out a sob of pleasure and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Chishiya slowly works you through your orgasm, leisurely slowing his fingers to a stop, and when he removes them from your dripping cunt, you let out a whine at the sensitivity.

You feel Chishiya wrap one of his arms around your waist and the other gently cups your jaw.

“You think you got one more in you?”

It was only then that you felt something hard pressed against your back. Looking up at Chishiya in the mirror, you see his amused expression, but it’s hinted with need.

The look he was giving you was making your clit throb once again, so you turn around and put your lips on his. You kissing him soon turned into a battle of dominance, that you quickly lost, as you both quickly stripped Chishiya of his clothes.

Once his clothes were scattered somewhere around the room, it was sort of a blur. All you could focus on now was looking at Chishiya’s reflection in the mirror as he pounded in you from behind.

He tightly grasped your hips and all you could do was grip the sheets, your head falling against the bed. His cock was hitting your g-spot over and over again. You felt so full. You could remember anything, not ever your own name. The only thing going through your mind was Chishiya.

However, it seemed apparent that Chishiya didn’t like the fact that you were no longer looking at the mirror in front of you. He removes one of his hands from your hips, and brushes it all the way up your spine, only to then grab your hair. He then pulls, making you strain your neck to watch yourself once again.

Your cunt clenches around Chishiya’s cock and his hips stutter. You know you're going to cum soon and so does Chishiya. His hips speed up, making you aware he’s just as desperate as you are. He’ll never admit it though, not when he looks so smug about the state you’re in.

Finally, when Chishiya gives a particularly rough thrust aimed right at that special spot in you, your final orgasm of the night hits. You let out a shaky cry as you squeeze around Chishiya’s cock, vision white once more. You hear a loud groan behind you and then you feel Chishiya paint your walls white.

You close your eyes letting the euphoric feeling and exhaustion settle over. You feel Chishiya pull out of you, and you let out a whimper. Your head felt like mush. You couldn’t think, everything was hazy.

When the fog finally cleared your mine, you find yourself under the sheets wearing a clean t-shirt, and can feel Chishiya’s arms wrapped around you.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly yet hesitantly, as if not to startle you.

You nod against the crook of his neck.

“Yeah I’m good,” you confirm.

You don’t move when you continue.

“Are you okay?”

You can both hear and feel him as he lets out a huff of amusement.

“Yeah I’m okay.”

You let out a hum of contentment before closing your eyes once again.

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[tofunabia]

Nijiro Murakami

The Gun - 2018 (you can watch it on youtube)

tw: alot of bed scenes & violence

Just found a movie of him that literally traumatized me because of his bed scenes (I'm bawling my eyes right now and I can't even watch it full!). I NEVER KNEW THIS EXISTED!

here's the timestamps (if you're curious):

7:00

31:50

47:34

1:13:00

but anyways, he's hot. LOL it might also motivate you to write a smut fanfiction about chishiya now since you can have a reference vid.

#chishiya x reader #chishiya smut #chishiya shuntaro #nijiro murakami #aib x reader #aib s2 #imawa no kuni no alice

[wolfvmin]

House of Cards: The Last Dance

pairing: chishiya shuntarou x fem!reader genre: angst, unrequited love (but is it really), pining, fluff (can u believe it) wc: 15.7k (uhm) warnings: badly written action scenes, implied abuse, more flashbacks, unedited </3 summary: in which after leaving chishiya, you were forced back into the games of borderland. a/n: this is all i can do i'm sorry song used: when i fall in love - nat king cole PART 1 > FINAL

Death doesn’t discriminate between sinners or saints.

As you lay there on the ground with the smell of cinder filling your nose and the heat of the scorching fire warming your skin, your mind brings you back to the means you had to go through to live another day in Borderland. You’ve lied, beaten, betrayed, and killed to survive. You hadn’t expected the ten of hearts game to appear just as you leave Chishiya. You also hadn’t expected the massacre of the Beach through a witch hunt. Everything about this is unexpected, just like everything that has happened so far in this world you didn’t ask to be in.

Niragi missed anything vital or permanently life-altering, you know that much given your medical background. He missed the femoral artery, you were pretty sure about it. Well, not that he was aiming for it when he started his reckless free-shooting. You were one of the bodies thrown off to the ground and was shot in the leg. 

Arisu and Usagi scream for you as you hit the ground with a thud, your arms stopping your head from the impact. With a groan, you lie your head on the ground in defeat. 

Usagi starts moving instead of checking on you, maneuvering and avoiding the distraught running bodies and bullets. 

You didn’t feel it at first, and then it started to hurt like a bitch that you wanted to die right there and then. How do you survive this? You immediately start thinking. The bleeding has to be stopped, for sure. How deep is the wound? That’s the first thing you have to check. But why can’t you move? You’re so tired. 

You turn your head to your left, Usagi has jumped on Niragi’s back, distracting him from his shooting rampage. Arisu comes to her aid, trying to take the gun from Niragi. In return, he gets repeatedly hit in the back by the gunned man in the process. 

Arisu couldn’t do it. He had too much injury and was weakened by the constant beating. 

Niragi was able to overpower him and kick him to the floor. He spins with his strength, sending Usagi’s body away from his back and flying to the floor with a loud impact. 

“Usagi!” you scream, despair not hidden in your voice. 

You attempt to sit up, adrenaline rush filling your senses to be able to save your friends. This was game over for you. You have no one to go back to in the real world. Chishiya is safe, you’re sure of it. Kuina is still here so he might be here too. He had to get the last card of the deck, of course. But he’ll be fine. 

With a shot leg, you won’t be able to get far anyway. 

Arisu quickly crawls in front of Usagi in a useless attempt to protect her from Niragi as he aims his gun at the both of them. They’re both weak and tired, there was no escaping from Niragi as they were his sole target. 

“You…” Niragi mutters. “I’ll kill all of you!” 

Your body was moving before you even knew it. As if you hadn’t had your thigh injured, you sprint over as a head start and jump to where the perverted asshole is. Your heart raced faster than your feet did as you shouted with all your might, raising your uninjured leg as you flew in the air. You succeed in getting Niragi’s attention as he looks up at you with wide eyes. Unlike Usagi, you don't jump to his back, instead your foot slams into his head, sending him flying across the floor. 

This attack had you rolling on the ground and then on your stomach when you land. Coughs sputter out of your mouth as the burning building’s smoke begins to affect your lungs. 

Arisu and Usagi could only look at you with stunned wide opened eyes and raised brows as you landed a few feet away from them.

“Run!” You scream at them with tight fists as you attempt to get back up again. It seems the adrenaline rush was no longer there to help you as you struggle to support yourself again. 

Niragi was getting up again. This makes you furrow your brows and groan, tears forming in your eyes in frustration as you slam your fists on the ground. There was no time. If the two try to run away in their bad state, they’ll be shot dead by Niragi. 

You’re fucked. 

Why can’t this motherfucker just die? you grimaced.

You drag your body with whatever strength you have, barely sitting up as you stare down at the man who had just gotten up to his feet with difficulty and a hand on his bleeding head. 

Just as Niragi raises his weapon, like a raging bull, Aguni rushes in and attacks him, pushing himself and Niragi into the spreading fire deeper inside the building. You could no longer see their bodies but shots were heard. 

“Three minutes remaining,” the game reminded the players.

As your body collapses on the floor in relief, all the people of the Beach rush to carry Momoka’s body to the Fire of Judgement. 

Arisu and Usagi try to help you stand but you wave them off when they successfully make you sit. “No. No. Clear the game first.” You laughed in between coughs. “I need to catch a breath.” 

Usagi tries to argue with you but you glare at her. “I’ll be out as soon as the phone dings,” you assure them.

“Can you walk?” Arisu asks as he looks at your leg.

You nod and roll your eyes. “I was a med student, Arisu. I can handle it.” 

The pair looked at each other as if communicating with their eyes and then they nod, lifting each and limping out of the building to head over to the Fire of Judgement. You watch their retreating figures, relieved that the two are safe. 

You look back down at your wounded thigh and laugh. You were probably overreacting a bit. It seems that your presumptions were correct. It didn’t hit anything bad and the bullet did enter you but exited you as well. But you do have to stop the bleeding as soon as possible. 

Great, now you’re going to have ugly scars on your thigh. So it’s bye-bye bikinis? 

You scoff and take off the white cover-up you had over yourself, leaving you in the two-piece black bikini you’ve been wearing since you arrived at the beach. You began to wrap it around your thigh skillfully just as you were taught. Blood began to seep through the cloth and you knew that soon enough, you have to replace it with a real bandage and sew the open wound.

The phone for the game dinged and you sigh in relief. They were able to burn Momoka’s body, after all. 

Definitely not with ease, you were able to push yourself back up. If it wasn’t for your determination to keep your promise to Usagi and Arisu, you would’ve just laid there for a little longer.

So much for Utopia, you thought.

As you were about to exit the building, your feet stopped on their own accord when something crossed your mind, making the corner of your lips turn up into a smirk. 

You sat on the small round marble table with your legs dangling and fingers playing with the ten of hearts card. Flames are eating up the building around you but you know you don’t have to be around here any longer. As if on cue, you see the familiar white jacket from your peripheral, bringing a sad smile to your face. 

“I saved it for you, Chishiya.”

There was no greeting needed. You turn your head to your right and give him a happier, faker smile. His eyes stray down to your injured thigh for a second but back to your face in no time. He approaches you with no caution and no clue of emotion on his face.

You don’t doubt he saw the whole ordeal back there. He probably saw you and your friends struggle as he sat back and watched the scene unfold like a movie. He watched you almost die. It was so like him, quiet and scheming as he does whatever is best for him. 

Now, he was here to steal the last remaining card too. 

“It’s no longer Shuntarou, huh?” 

He doesn’t receive any answer from you but he knows the answer why. You were still mad at him. How could you not? He practically sent your comrades to their deathbeds if it wasn’t for the unexpected game venue. 

“To be honest, I don’t think it’s even important if we collect all the cards,” you confessed as you stare at the single card in your hand, flipping to its front and back. You finally turn your whole body to face him, stretching your arm to offer the card to him. “But here, just so you have it all.” 

He raises a brow, staring at you with a smirk. Goddamn, is he attractive. It’s so unfair. 

His mouth opens, about to say something but another person walks in. He realizes this when your eyes stray from his and shift to the tall woman in a blue swimsuit. You smile at her, uncaring of the interruption. 

“You two are quite persistent, aren’t you?” Kuina asks with a smirk. Chishiya turns to look at her for a second before facing you again. 

She nods over to your still wrapped-up thigh. “That was cool–what you did to Niragi. Where did you learn that?”

“It was just luck,” you tell her, earning a scoff from the man in front of you. 

He takes the card from your hand. “Don’t believe her. She’s a spades player and was an athlete.” 

Among other things, sports were one of the few things you had to give up on when you were forced to pursue medicine. But you never told Chishiya that you would still make time to compete in underground fights. It was the only way you could keep doing it with your parents not knowing. So yes, you were a retired mixed martial arts athlete that eventually became skilled in street fights. 

Chishiya knew, of course. You would disappear and not bother him for weeks, healing any injuries that you incurred during the fights. Most of the time, you’ll be gone for a week. Until, there was one time in particular when you had not bothered him for almost two weeks and even canceled the date you were so excited to be on. Curiosity got the best of him, leading him to your apartment where he found you tending to your wounds alone. It was when you finally told him what you have been doing. 

“So this is what you have been up to.” 

Chishiya was leaning against the doorway with an unamused face, holding a flier of the underground fight in his hand.

You had been applying ointment on your wounds. The fight was worse than usual and your opponent decided to destroy your face. Of course, you won because you were so pissed off that you were going to have to cancel a date with Chishiya so he wouldn’t notice the black eye and your wounded nose. 

You drop the cotton bud with wide eyes and a gasp, scrambling to hide your face in your hands. 

It was kind of funny—you in your underwear, exposing all the healing bruises all over your body and face. Chishiya doesn’t react seeing you almost naked. It was like the nonchalant man doesn’t see you as a woman. 

You lower your hands from your eyes so you could see him but still enough to cover your face from the eyes down. “Are you going to tell dad?” you ask like a kid being caught shattering a vase. 

He sighs, walking over to your bed and sitting down with his hands inside his jacket’s pocket. “What would I gain from that?” It was rhetorical. You know he’ll gain nothing from saying anything. Instead, you know he’d rather keep his mouth shut and use it against you. 

In front of the mirror, you watch his reflection fixate on your body’s bruises. Suddenly feeling a bit insecure, you purse your bruised lips and head over to your closet to grab a silk robe to wrap around your half-naked self. 

“Why are you here, Shuntarou?” you ask with folded arms.

He shrugs and looks away from you. “‘Was curious.”

Silence filled your room, only the ticking of your wall clock being heard. You sigh. “I won’t stop doing it,” you tell him firmly. 

“I know,” he responds as if he expected you to say that. “But tell me, how long do you plan to keep on doing this?” He raises the flier in his hand again as if mocking you with it. 

You understand. You used to fight in arenas with media, judges, journalists, and opponents who are trained the same way as you. Underground fighting—it was different. It’s illegal, messier, and deadlier. Often, there are no rules. It’s quite literally beat your opponent to death or be beaten to death. Sometimes, weapons are even snuck in and nobody cares if it’s against the rules. 

It was dangerous for you but more dangerous for your family name. 

But you couldn’t help it, the rush it gives you—it made you feel alive more than championships ever did. 

To hide the bruises from your father, you would over-accessorize and constantly shop for new clothes. During the day, you were the rich and elegant daughter he wanted. But at night, you were a fighter under a different name and a mask.

When you don’t answer, Chishiya dismisses the question and looks over the medicine you got for yourself on your vanity table. “There’s better ointment than that.” 

You roll your eyes. Of course, he has to be smarter about that. “It’s the only brand the nearest drugstore had.” 

Then you grin, a thought coming into your mind. “Maybe you can help me apply it?” 

“No,” he stands up from your bed. “I’m leaving.” 

But he didn’t and he spent the night treating your wounds like a doctor should.

“Well, I have to go back to my friends,” you brought yourself to your feet, a hand hovering over your injured thigh. Kuina reached over to help you but you rejected her attempt with a smile. There’s a struggle but you were able to walk away from them even with the pain. 

You would kill for crutches right now. 

“Wait!” Kuina stops you. You turn around, confused as she approaches you. She removes the sword sheath from her shoulder and hands it over to you. You quickly recognize this as The Last Boss’, the militant always around Niragi, sword. “You can use this to steady yourself.”

You smile and take it from her. “Thank you,” you accept it with genuine gratitude, looking over to Chishiya who was watching the exchange quietly on the side.

“I’ll see you around, Kuina.” 

Arisu, Usagi, and you found a place to stay along with the others from the Beach. There, you tended to your wounds and recovered. There were no games. Those whose visas were about to expire tried to go to previous game venues but nothing happened.

It’s as if Borderlands completely stopped.

Some assume that the games are over since all the numbered cards were completed but you know that’s hardly the case. This is the silence before the storm—a grace period if you will. 

“Where’s Usagi?” you ask Arisu when you wake up and the pretty climber was nowhere to be found. He was looking better and his injuries were mostly healed.

“She went and looked for supplies with the others,” he answered with a yawn. 

Even if the three of you only spent a few days at the Beach, everyone began to miss the luxury of hotel beds, warm breakfast, hot showers, and electricity. Following the ten of hearts game, the survivors camped together. Eventually, it began to be suffocating as the same people reminded them of the Witch Hunt massacre. Most militants were eaten by their guilt and left, while those who had their comrades killed by militants still felt disgusted by them and chose to separate from the group. Wounds heal but they can’t be rushed. 

The three of you stayed with Ann and Tatta, hopping from one place to another for a few nights. 

Last night, you stayed at a small house with two bedrooms which were occupied by the girls and boys each. It didn’t have much supply hence why Usagi must’ve gone with Tatta and Ann. 

You were pretty much useless because of your injury and one of your three companions always had to stay with you even if you try to assure them you’ll be fine. It was mostly Arisu who was being overprotective. You had a hunch that it was mostly because it was a leg injury. It must’ve hit close to home, you think. 

Nevertheless, you were thankful for their care. Plus, it was a good thing that the games have somehow stopped for a while because you surely wouldn’t have survived with a leg you could barely walk on. The bullet missed your muscle or any artery, what it hit was mostly fat. 

You raised your leg on the coffee table while you sat on the couch. You could walk better now and maybe even run. You haven’t pushed it though, opting to do exercises that would help you recover faster. You were a spades player, after all. It wouldn’t do you any good when the games finally start.

“It’s a good thing you were in med school,” Arisu points to your leg. You gave him a wide grin, taking in the compliment.

“What a shame it was so boring,” you say. 

Arisu smiles, handing you the cup of instant ramen. You thanked him quietly and began to eat. He sits down beside you and eats his cup too. For a minute, the only thing that could be heard in the living room was the sound of your slurps and chewing. 

“So,” Arisu started, “I’m sorry about Chishiya.” 

You shrug, trying not to show how the C-word affects you. “I’m sorry too. Y’know, because he basically tried to kill you and Usagi. I know that you mostly trusted him because of my feelings for him.” 

“That’s what I’m sorry for,” he explains, “I didn’t think he’d betray you too. I thought he really cared for you. Especially when he said those things about you.” 

His words make you pause from your meal, looking at the shaggy-haired boy in curiosity and confusion. “What things?” you ask and begin to chew again, this time slowly, waiting for your friend’s answer. 

“He told me we shouldn’t include you in our plans because…” He set down his cup on his lap and chewed away the fullness of his mouth before continuing. “Because he doesn’t want you in any danger. He said ‘I’m sure you understand. If you were in my place, you wouldn’t want the only person you like in this life to be in any danger.’” 

Your breath catches in your throat. You know it wasn’t real. But to hear that Chishiya Shuntarou said those words about you even if they were lies? You wish you would’ve heard it yourself. In fact, you would give an arm and a leg for him to say that to you.

Arisu sighed, slumping his back on the couch. “He said it was still my choice if I’ll ask you and it was just his simple request. I was an idiot. I didn’t know he was doing it because he knows you’ll figure out his real plans if you knew our plan.” 

You stayed silent for a few seconds and then replied in a low voice. “You’re not an idiot.” A frown paints on your face. “He’s a manipulative motherfucker, that’s what he is.” 

“What made you like him so much, then?” Arisu lets his curiosity free with the question.

His question was valid. It’s no doubt that the asshole was attractive and cool. These are traits he had in common with millions of men in the world so why Chishiya of all people? Is it because you had no option? But you do. In fact, you hated the idea of your parents saying you’ll marry one of their friends’ sons. 

But heck, do your parents know you. They’re clever, you’ll admit. They really got you where they wanted you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m late!” 

The door opens with a loud thud, revealing you with your hands on your knees, in your messily worn high school uniform, and catching your breath from the running. You came from morning training for the Karate team but lost track of time. All your classmates had their eyes on you, some snickering and laughing at you. 

“Miss L/N, that’s the third time this month,” your teacher deadpans while still writing on the board. 

“I know, sir! I’ll try my very very very best not to do it again this month, sir!” You shout, grinning from ear to ear as you stand up straight with your left arm on your sides and your other hand in a salute. Your teacher sighs, muttering “this month” and shaking his head, making the class laugh. 

“Just get back to your seat, L/N,” he replies in defeat. 

“Yes, sir!” you agree and set down your salute back into a military stance. Your class laughs once again and you laugh along with them. You head to your seat at the back of the class, a few of your classmates giving you a high-five greeting as you pass by them. 

Your steps halt when you notice you finally have a seatmate. He had mid-length blonde hair, half of it tied up with a few strands on the sides of his face. He wasn’t even looking at you, focusing on the writing on the blackboard instead. The stranger intrigued you so you raise a brow and look at your side where your nearest classmate sat. 

“The new student,” he whispers. “His name is Chishiya Shuntarou.” 

You smirk, thanking your classmate and heading over to your designated seat. You set down your backpack on the floor and sat down, facing the new student who was still not acknowledging you with his stare. 

“Hi. I’m Y/N L/N,” you introduce yourself and hold out your hand. “Let’s be friends, yeah?”

The stranger stops writing his notes and finally looks at you straight in the face and then back to your hand. 

He just ignores you and continues writing his notes again. 

You stare at him dumbfounded with your held-out hand, frozen and in disbelief. ‘What an asshole,’ you think. You shrug anyway and retract your hand, sitting properly to face the board. 

“Chishiya, right?” you start a conversation even if you sense that he won’t bother answering. “Why would you transfer in the middle of the semester?” You were bringing out your notebook when a thought passed by you.

Then it clicks. “Chishiya, that sounds familiar.” You say to yourself particularly when you flip open the pages of your notebook to a blank page. 

“Idiot.” It was him mumbling but you hear it all too well.

Your mouth drops at his voice and it finally hits you. It was him. Chishiya Shuntarou, son of most of your hospitals’ directors. You see him during events your parents drag you to ever since you were children. He was always reserved and quiet but you always admired him, even harboring a little crush on him. You’ve been so deep into your sports for years that you actually forgot what your life was like before you found something that really excited you. 

A smile unconsciously spreads on your face in recalling the memory. 

“Shuntarou,” you pause. “He grounds me down.”

Do you think Chishiya was a good person? Definitely not. You weren’t perfect, either. People are neither good nor bad. There’s no such simple person as that. Chishiya is a troubled person. He’s struggling with how to connect with himself and others. This is something you find in common with him. 

When you are in trouble, Chishiya always finds a way to be there for you in his own way. You used to think that he cares about you and you liked to think that way still. But for now, you two have different priorities. You are at war. 

And no one comes out the same person they were before the battle started.

“You sure about this, Y/N?” 

Usagi was asking you for the nth time. You nod. “I’m all healed,” you reply. That was partly true. You’re sure you can run now but there’s still a limit to what you can do specifically in terms of fighting. But you were stubborn enough not to leave Arisu and Usagi to investigate the Minami-Aoyama station alone.

The three of you traced the steps of Asahi and Momoka from the video that Arisu found on the phone she left behind. You walked in the dark train tracks just like they did until you found a door. 

It was opened so Arisu cautiously heads in while the two of you trail behind him, ready for any attack to come but there was nothing. You continued to walk the empty hallway, searching for the place in the video.

Arisu halts his step and you realize you were here. The three of you entered the dark room, Arisu pointing his flashlights around it. 

The lively room filled with monitors and people cheering in the video was now a dark lifeless room with multiple dead people slumped over monitors and evidence of being shot by a laser. They seemed to be players in Borderland too but unlike you, they were well-groomed and well-fed. 

“Holy shit,” you mumbled.

“You actually found this place.”

A voice startles the three of you and Arisu immediately points the flashlight in the direction of the voice. From another entrance of the room, Chishiya and Kuina strut in. You put on your guard. Why was he here? Are they one of the dealers? It’s unlikely the case but why?

“As expected from someone I have high hopes for,” the blonde continued.

“We meet again,” Kuina speaks. 

Usagi doesn’t hide the disgust in her tone and countenance. “It’s you,” she says with furrowed brows, no doubt still mad over the pair’s betrayal. Kuina looks away in slight guilt, looking over at Chishiya.

You follow her gaze and notice he no longer wears the jacket you gave him. Instead, he wore a blue and white gradient cardigan over his shirt. You feel a tad of disappointment in your heart at the thought that he has thrown it away or lost it. 

“Thanks to you, I have all the numbered playing cards with me.” He held up the deck of cards as he says it, a condescending smirk painted on his face. He truly is a despicable human being. 

Arisu glares at him and flatly asks, “How did you find this place?”

Chishiya brings out a small folded piece of paper and unfolds it to show you its contents. “It took me a while to realize that this is actually the route map of a subway station.” From afar, the drawing really did look like random scribbles. It’s a good thing that the man is observant. You don’t know where he got it but Arisu may have had a clue as you see the expression on his face. They have both participated in a game, after all.

“What happens when we collect all the cards?” He saunters closer to you with his hands in his pockets. “I thought I’d find the answer if I come here.” His eyes explore the room. “But there’s only one thing I discovered.”

“They’re not game masters,” Arisu cuts him off, finishing his sentence. 

“Right,” Chishiya agrees. “Judging from the fact that they were all killed after our victory. They’re humans like us and on top of that, there’s someone above them.” 

You scoff. “What? Like a God?” 

“Just who could they be?” Usagi asks no one in particular as she looks at Chishiya.

“Who knows? They might be aliens,” he pauses and shifts his eyes to you with a smug and mocking face, “or as your friend said, even God himself.” It was the first time he acknowledged you in the room. You raise a brow, slightly offended. His bitter tone doesn’t pass by you and the fact that he called you ‘your friend’ instead of your name, vexed you.

Not that you planned to give him a reaction but if you did, you wouldn’t be given the chance because the lights of the room turned on, followed by the wall of multiple television and computer screens circling the room accompanied by heightened ceremonial music. 

The screens reveal a familiar face—the executive specializing in the hearts game, Mira, sitting on a chair in a black gown. A vicious smile is plastered on her face. It sets an eerie feeling in your heart. What kind of fucked up shit is happening here?

“Congratulations to all players,” her voice sent chills down your spine. “With the exception of the face card games, all of you have cleared all thus far and emerged as victors by sacrificing numerous lives.” 

Her head tilts to the side, feigning innocence and wonder. “I wonder how many of your comrades have died?” 

She stands up, raising an arm. “Try to remember those that were shot dead with a gun.” She walks around as the screen shows recorded videos of the games. “That girl that you burned alive, those struck with the lasers, those that drowned, those whose heads were blown off, those comrades of yours.” You feel Arisu flinch beside you at the mention of the last sentence. 

“The despair you’ve felt so far and those dying moments that you can never forget.” 

One particular screen catches your eye but not because of a man’s head being blown off. It was because standing near that man was a familiar shaggy-haired boy. Your gaze flits to the man’s face beside you and you see the flash of horror in his eyes as the screams of people from the games fill your ears. 

“I’m extremely touched!” Mira exclaims. “All of you players, we would like to give you a present.” Her movements were odd as if she was really excited about this. One thing’s for sure, whatever’s Mira’s role is in this world, she isn’t being forced to do it. 

“Are you returning us to the original world?” Kuina thinks out loud. You purse your lips, doubting that that’s the case. 

Mira gasps, eyes widening as her body shakes in excitement. “There will be new games!” She exclaims happily like the words don’t mean death and destruction on a whole new level. “Let’s play games together. You’ll fight for face cards.” 

“Wow,” you react with a flat tone. “She’s fucked in the head.”

There’s disbelief in Kuina’s voice when she asks, “New games?” 

“I don’t dislike the idea,” Chishiya says, the smirk not being wiped off his face. Your fists clench at his words. You don’t understand him. How could he like these games? Death, betrayal, being played around like lab rats—were those entertaining to him? You always thought Chishiya was a little bit different than most and he was just doing his most to survive but is this a side to him that you’ve blinded yourself to? 

“We’ve still got many more wonderful games prepared for all of you, so look forward to it!” Mira ends her ridiculous speech. 

“This woman…” Usagi finally speaks.”Is she the game master?” 

“I’d rather see an alien appear on the screen.” Kuina thinks out loud. 

“The next stage will commence tomorrow at noon,” the camera zooms in on Mira’s face. “Let’s have some fun together!” 

“So we have to fight again,” Usagi says, feeling defeated.

“Yes,” Arisu replies. “But something is different... we’re finally seeing our target.” He says with his eyes focused on Mira, glaring and determined. 

“You’re mad again,” Chishiya states the obvious in the dark of the room you’ve entered.

You slam yourself on the nearest display bed, looking around the furniture store you’ve sheltered in from the King of Spades. By not answering Chishiya, you clearly agree with his suspicion. Of course, you were pissed off. If he ran with urgency as a normal person does, maybe you would’ve been able to jump inside that car with your friends. 

“It’s not like we would’ve fit. I’m sure you’ll find them again,” he assures you, unconvincingly with a bitter tone in his voice.

He looks at the sky through the glass window of the store. “The blimp is gone,” he observes out loud. “We can rest here if you want and then we can go.” 

“If his whole Arena is Tokyo, then that means we have no choice but to join the other games,” you think out loud. There are 12 face cards, meaning there’d be 11 games out there and one game where a single overpowered man aims to shoot down every player out here. Even if you were a spades player, your combat skills, no matter how great, are no match with his unending ammo. You can’t exactly kick or punch those bullets away. 

“That’s the point,” he replies flatly. 

You glare at him, scoffing and lying down on the bed fully with your head resting on your arm. “You should get me food,” you tell him and ignore his sarcastic remark. You don’t really expect him to comply, you were just doing it to get on his nerves like usual. 

“Do it yourself,” he says with a sigh. 

“As you can see, I’m injured…” You point to your thigh wound that was still wrapped and can be seen clearly from the ends of your gym shorts. Obviously, that was a lie and you can move freely now. “And hungry.” 

He scoffs, sitting on the mattress next to you. Deafening silence began to fill the room and you almost forget that Chishiya is in the same room as you. His presence begins to make you uncomfortable, not because you hated him but because you don’t like him seeing you vulnerable. So, you turn to your side with your back facing him. 

The king of spades, he just destroyed everyone out there. These next games, they’re much crueler than the numbered ones. You barely made it out alive and now you have to participate in harder games? And when they’re all over, who’s to say that you could actually go back?

Do you even want to go back?

If you were to die here, it wouldn’t be much loss to the real world, anyway. Things haven’t changed despite the circumstances—your priority was still to get Chishiya out of here if he can. You’re sure you will see Usagi and Arisu again. They’ll be fine. They even got Kuina, Ann, and Tatta by their side. Maybe you were separated from them so you can protect Chishiya somehow. 

You don’t doubt that he’d want to join the diamond games. In fact, maybe he’s even excited about it. If it came down to you joining him in one, you’ll try your best to help him win. But if you two somehow find yourself in a game where he will need your strength, you’d be glad to be there with him. 

The thing is, you know you would sacrifice yourself for him but the question is, would he willingly sacrifice you to win?

As you drown in your thoughts, your body shuts down to sleep, suddenly exhausted from all the running. 

The dress you wore flowed freely, the ends dragging on the floor. Even if you find yourself more at home with gym clothes, dressing up did excite you too. It just wasn’t as convenient as gym clothes where you can move freely. 

Tonight, you were ecstatic as the lavender gown you had a famous designer made sculpted your upper body perfectly as you fit it the night before the dance. Giggling, you think back to the blonde’s acceptance of your invitation to the school event. 

“So, Shuntarou, have you asked someone to the dance yet? or maybe been asked by someone?” you ask as you sat beside him in the classroom during break time.

“If you wouldn’t glare at any girl that would approach me, maybe someone would’ve.” He replies in a monotone voice as he eats his cookies. It was his favorite brand. 

“I do not glare,” you reply, glaring. “And if you want to go with someone, just tell me who and I’ll help you.” 

He raises a brow, finally looking at you but with full judgment. He knows you’re bluffing. “At least try.” 

You lose your facade. “Ok, then. Will you go with me to the dance?”

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” he replies, dull as always.

You skip around your room, heart fluttering at the thought of slow dancing with the nonchalant blonde boy. You imagine the jealous stares of the girls who have a crush on him. You couldn’t help it. You were in high school and in love. 

Afraid to accidentally damage the dress in any way, you remove it and keep it in a safe place. Tomorrow, you’ll have a team to help you get ready. Then, Chishiya will fetch you and you will go to the dance together. 

In your excitement, you forgot to drink water or even eat dinner. You were only reminded when you feel your throat get parched. With that realization, you head to the kitchen to get something to eat. 

As you were munching on some leftover pasta you found, you hear your father’s voice in the living room. Since when was he home? You become more cautious of your actions, careful not to make any noise as you eat. It’s better to not encounter him at all.

“Ah, he’s taking her to some school dance? That’s good.” School dance? What is he talking about? 

Due to curiosity, you leave your food and tiptoe closer to eavesdrop on the conversation. It seems that he’s on the phone. 

“She’s still a kid, wasting her time on stupid matters. It’s good that Shuntarou is already thinking about a future in medicine.” Shuntarou? You now realize that he’s talking to Shuntarou’s dad and with the tone of his voice at the mention of ‘her,’ it’s safe to assume that he’s talking about you. Your father hated the numerous extracurriculars you were doing, especially those of sports. He always believed they were a waste of time and that if you wanted to do extracurriculars, you should’ve just joined the student council. 

“They’ve been getting along well, I’ve heard. As soon as Shuntarou finishes his residency and gains a little experience, we can have them married,” your father speaks to his phone. 

You froze at hearing the word ‘married.’ What did he mean by that? Could it be… Chishiya and you were being arranged to be married? And then it hit you. It’s all planned. The reason why Chishiya was transferred to your school in the middle of the semester after some unknown reason is because of your father. He was transferred there for you. 

Your father says more to his friend on the phone. It was all about you and Chishiya and some for the hospital. From what you’ve gathered, it was so Chishiya can inherit the position of chairman. 

You can practically hear your heart shatter as it sinks to the ground. At such a young age, your father doesn’t believe in you. It’s always been like this. He just believed from the get-go that you didn’t have it in you to win. You weren’t gifted like him. 

Chishiya is the child he wants, not you. 

“Tell Chishiya to keep up the good work. I’ll give him a reward for taking my daughter to the dance.”

And it seems that Chishiya knows all about it too. 

Your eyes fluttered open, lids feeling a bit heavy because of the unexpected sleep. As you sat up, your throat immediately felt parched from thirst. You really needed water. 

Looking around, you find no sign of your companion. You felt a funny feeling in your stomach, wondering where he had gone. Has he already gone and joined a game? It seemed like something he would do here in Borderland, leave you in the middle of nowhere alone and unguarded. 

You were about to stand up to actually look for the blonde man when you noticed something new on the display side table of the bed you slept on. It was unopened canned food and a bottle of water. There was no note or anything but it could only be from the blonde-haired guy himself. Has he really gone out alone and looted food for you?

You decide to quench your thirst first before dealing with him, grabbing the plastic bottle in a swift motion and opening the cap hastily before drinking in chugs. 

“Slow down.” 

As if on cue, Chishiya enters the furniture shop, now in the white jacket you gave him. Where did he hide that? Did he go back to where he left it when you were asleep?

You brought the bottle from your lips, staring at him like a puzzle. “Where did you go?” 

“Outside,” he answers flatly. You glare at him. “Just say thank you for the food and water.”

You don’t answer right away, watching silently as the man sits down again on the bed next to you, laying down some things he probably found around. It’s weird how it oddly felt domestic. If you were to disregard the numerous pieces of furniture around you, you could imagine yourself in a place in the real world where you two have your own home, happily married, and are in possession of what you two always wanted. 

You shake off the thought. Not only is that impossible in Borderland, but it’s also impossible in the real world. 

You open the canned food. It was mixed fruits. After you thanked him softly, you began to eat quietly, chewing slowly as he said to.

“Have you eaten?” you ask as he stares at you. He gives you a nod before taking his eyes off you and back to his tinkering. 

“Are you joining a game soon?” you attempt a conversation again. 

“I think we have to,” he answers.

He was right. “Yeah.” You bit your lip, afraid to ask what’s been lingering in your mind. “Do… do you want to join a game together?” 

He stills, “no.” 

“Why not? I’m strong. I can protect you,” you point at the sword you laid on the ground. 

“That’s not enough,” Chishiya answers in a heartbeat. 

“Would you rather I die alone?” It was a tough question. Not for him but for you. If you were going to be asked, you’d rather have your last moments with him. 

He audibly tsks, standing up from the bed and putting his hands in his pockets. He walks away from you and the conversation. Disappointment creeps into your skin. You knew he wouldn’t care about your sentiments. 

His hand stays on the door, not opening it yet. “Tomorrow,” he speaks, not even turning around to look at you. “We’ll join a game together.”

It sent a chill down your spine. You didn’t know what his motives are. Did he decide to go on a game with you because of what you asked… or did it give him an idea to finally end you?

It’s a good thing that the next stage shows you what game you will be entering through the blimps. The game you enter varies on one’s strengths and risks. You know that you wouldn’t willingly enter a Hearts game with the people you care about and you would try to enter a game you specialize in. 

“No heart games,” Chishiya tells you. 

You’ve found yourself inside a small home to spend the night in. It was safer than the furniture store with glass windows. You thought it’d be nice to decide on what game to choose.

You felt the mattress dip beside you, indicating Chishiya sat down. 

The house was small and cozy. It was a one-bedroom and looked like it belonged to a couple simply because it had everything by pair. What made you stay though, is that Chishiya has found their secret stash of food that was hidden inside the bedroom and under the floors of the closet.

The supply could last you maybe about a week.

You turn your head to Chishiya. It was already night time and you only had a candlelight lamp lighting up the room. He has taken off his jacket, leaving him in his shirt and pants. 

It was not the first time you’d shared a bed. When your families would go on trips together, they’d make you share a room. If you didn’t know about your father’s plans, you would find it odd how they were too willing for you two to get along that they were putting their young adult child inside a bedroom with a guy her age. 

During those trips, you would fall asleep on his bed while telling him stories. At first, Chishiya would leave you be and sleep on your bed. Until one night, when it became too frequent, he just slept beside you. And then the rest was history. 

As he lies down beside you, you hear his gentle breathing, see the rise and fall of his chest, and the way he inhales and exhales. It seemed that he was in deep thought. Could it be that he was worried about the games too?

“How about a Diamonds game?” you suggest. You think that you were pretty smart and you could handle it more with him by your side.

Chishiya doesn’t answer, looking like he’s in deep thought. 

“Kuina and the others probably joined a Clubs game.” you continue. “Maybe we should join one too.”

The thought brings you back to your comrades. It’s possible that they joined a game together—a Clubs game is the safest bet if they all want to live. Maybe it’s what you and Chishiya can do too. 

“We’ll join the Queen of Clubs. It’s the nearest clubs game.” The man beside you finally speaks, his voice a little tired. 

You agree, nodding lightly. You spun to your side with your back facing him as he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Goodnight, Chishiya,” you mumble, still not being able to call him by his first name. He doesn’t answer but you hear him subtly hum in response. 

The sun was setting when you and Chishiya reach the arena. 

After a bit of walking, your mouth drops as you realize that the Queen of Clubs blimp is hovering over a high school building. Specifically, the prestigious high school you and Chishiya attended. 

“How fitting,” Chishiya reacts with a bored tone.

Sometimes, you feel like the games are catered to the players. Like they know all your life stories. This high school being the game arena, is it to your advantage or disadvantage? Whatever it is, you have no choice but to find out. This is your first game in the second stage, and it’s a Clubs game. If the two of you work with other players well, the chance of survival is high. 

That should be the mindset for the numbered games but right now, you weren’t sure because these are face card games. If the numbered games were difficult as it is, you should be terrified and ready for the face cards. 

“I can go in alone,” you suddenly say, afraid to go in there together with him. 

“You’re kidding,” he scoffs and walks closer to the entrance. “After all that talk about dying alone?” 

The anxiety that was creeping into your skin would put you at a disadvantage. You know that Chishiya could handle himself but you couldn’t help but be worried for him. Sighing, you shake off the worry and decide to push through with joining the game with him.

You enter the arena first and look back. Chishiya stares at you for a few seconds, as if contemplating or memorizing your face. And then he follows you inside. What was that?

The other players were gathered in front of the building, right on the grass field. There were about six people there already. Chishiya followed you inside but didn’t walk beside you or near you. It was probably to not make people assume you know each other. On top of a table were metal cuffs that had a screen, looking like a smartwatch. From the looks of it, it seems that it was the same material as the collars they make you wear in the other games only this time, they were bracelets.

1 PER PERSON

There were two left when Chishiya and you took yours. You clasp it around your non-dominant hand’s wrist and watch as the game confirms your registration. Looking around, you found the other players looking at you. It made you feel a bit insecure but you’ve been in enough games to know that you shouldn’t let them get to you. It should be the other way around. 

Another hand reaches for a phone on the table and you look up at her. She looks a bit like a high schooler, wearing a skirt from a uniform and a white tank top. She had a bow and arrow on her back. 

Her stare turns into a glare and you frown. It was she who broke eye contact first and stepped away from the table. As she turns around, it was hard not to notice that she was missing a foot, replaced with some kind of metal. She looks interesting to you. 

REGISTRATION HAS CLOSED. THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE. 

The familiar AI voice of a woman is heard through the campus speakers.

Chishiya crosses his arms, waiting for something to happen next. You look up at the screen that was stationed there. As if on cue, the screen lights up, flashing some kind of silhouette of a woman’s head with a crown. 

DIFFICULTY

Queen of Clubs

GAME

Prom Queen

Rules:

Each classroom has votes for players to collect or challenges for players to complete. 

The players must collect enough points to enter the gym, where the Queen of Clubs will give them one last challenge. 

The votes are transferable to another player but physical assault and force transfer of votes to another player is not allowed. 

If the player does not complete the challenge in the room, the room takes their votes. 

No weapons allowed inside the building.

CLEAR CONDITION

The players must have more votes than the Queen of Clubs and complete her last challenge.

GAME OVER

Players do not gather enough votes to dethrone the Queen of Clubs.

Players do not complete the last challenge. 

TIME LIMIT

02:00:00 HRS

You scoff and remove the Katana from your shoulder, putting it on the table. The other players began to gather around it, putting their weapons with yours. 

GAME START

You look around at the other players. You give them a nod. 

“Alright. Let’s meet by the gym doors after we collect all points,” a man who has glasses said. He wore stripe shirts and was fairly tall. He seemed smart and gave the impression of a leader. It doesn’t look like he’s physically fit, though. 

The other players do not waste time, scurrying into the building with determination and a little bit of fear. You stayed behind for a few seconds, looking at Chishiya. He stares back at you with no expression on his face and heads into the building.

There was the girl who had a bow and arrow, still looking at you. You give her a nod. It didn’t look like she could be trusted but this is a Clubs game, after all. You have to work together to survive. She doesn’t give you the same attitude as earlier. Instead, she approaches you, giving you a nod back. 

“Akane Heiya,” she introduces herself to you.

“Y/N L/N,” you reply with your name. 

The two of you enter the building together, cautious of the darkness that plagues it. You pick up the small flashlight from your belt bag. You can hear the scrambling of the foot of the other players, no doubt racing to get to the classrooms faster.  “The rules didn’t say how much we need, so maybe we can go and check the gym and see if there’s a clue?” you ask her. 

“I’ll go check,” she tells you.

“You sure?” you ask her, wanting to know if she doesn’t need a companion. 

She nods. “One of us should help collect votes.” 

As soon as you nod, she was already on her way to look for the gym. You decide to head to the nearest classroom without a player in it already. 

You stand before a classroom door that has a red light on it. You assume that if the votes in this classroom haven’t been collected, its red light is still on. 

It wasn’t dark inside the classroom, the sun has almost set all the way but there was still a bit of light seeping through the windows of the room. As you step in, the door shuts behind you. You panic for a bit, checking the door knob if it still works. You groan when you realize that you’re shut in. 

The lights of the classroom turned on and a tv screen that was in the middle of the chalkboard flashes a question. 

In printing, it’s the color black. In chemistry, it’s potassium. In baseball, it’s a strikeout. Which letter is it?

It was an easy question but there were about maybe forty classrooms in this school. There are nine players. If your hunch was right, there should be a difficulty level or random variation of the difficulty of the challenges on each floor, there are eight classrooms. You were on the first floor. 

“K,” you answer confidently. 

The room speakers gave out a ‘ding’ sound and some kind of button on the teacher’s desk lights up a green color and you walk towards it. You hesitantly press it and your wrists light up with a green color. 

+ 50 votes

You hear the lock of the door click open and you step out. You look up at the light on the door and see that the previous red light has been shut off. 

Walking down the hallway, some girl who looked like she was in her thirties, wearing office attire approaches you. “How many votes did you get?” she asks, pointing at her wrist. 

“50,” you reply. 

Another man completes his room and hears what you were talking about, approaching you two.  “It was hidden in one of the lockers at the back. I got 50 too.” 

You nod at them. “It seems that this floor is just full of 50 votes per room.”

Not wasting any more time, you and the others who have completed your rooms head to the second floor. Chishiya was already on the second floor, stepping outside one of the rooms. You approach him. “How many votes in this one?” you ask. 

He shows his wrist, flashing the number on his band. 75. Just as you thought.

“So the floors are kind of the levels, huh?” The man in the striped shirt asks you. You nod. 

“There isn’t a goal of votes by the gym.” 

All of you turn your heads to the source of the voice. Heiya stood there, her chest heaving from the running. You don’t doubt that she was tired—the gym was a bit of a walk from the classrooms. You probably should’ve told her that.

“That must mean we should clear all the rooms.” A woman with a crossbody bag spoke up, joining all of you. 

“Then let’s do that,” the man in the striped shirt speaks again. 

You and the other players moved as quick as you can. You learned that when you don’t succeed with their mini games inside the classrooms, you’re lasered down and another player has to go to that classroom to finish the task.

In the end, it was six of you who lasted. 

The first floor has eight rooms opened with 50 votes each. The second has eight rooms and 75 votes each. The third floor has three rooms with 100 votes each. The fourth floor has two rooms with 150 votes each. Lastly, the fifth floor had one room with 400 votes. 

Together, you accumulated 2000 votes. However, it was separated from your wrists. When you reached the gym, whenever you tried, it would show ‘error’ on the electronic lock. 

It had to be 2000 on one wrist.

“That means… only one of us gets to go inside?” A girl with a headband says, her eyes looking scared. 

You furrow your brows, thinking. “The game said we only need to dethrone her with more votes. Only one needs to do her challenge and then the game should clear.”

“Right,” a man in a plain white shirt replies. “This is a Clubs game. That should be the case.” 

“Okay, so who will go?” The woman in office attire asks, her voice trembling a bit.

Each one of you stares at each other, feeling each other out like teenagers afraid of a graded recitation in class. You don’t blame them, you don’t know what exactly the challenge would ask of you. 

“I’ll go,” Heiya rolls her eyes impatiently, holding out her wrist as she waits for the other players to move. 

“No. Most of the rooms’ challenges are about intellect. It should be me,” stripe shirt complained. Now you know what irks you about this man, he was controlling and stupidly wants to be seen as somewhat of a main character. 

Heiya glares at him. “So what? You think you’re the smartest in the room?” She bites, raising her brows. You try your best not to laugh at her accusation and lightly strike your elbows to her side, telling her to tone it down.

“That’s not what I meant,” the man replies, offended and furrowing his brows.

“The challenge wouldn’t be about intelligence,” For the first time in the game, Chishiya finally speaks, making all the other players’ heads turn to him. 

He shows everyone a piece of paper in his hands. 

The Ivy Award 2020 — Yamada Asaki

No way, could it be?

“After the rooms were cleared per floor, the lights turned on but kept flickering. It made up a morse code. The first floor is I, the second floor is V, and the third floor is Y.” He makes his way near the circle, showing everyone the paper that turned out to be a certificate. “And then I found this on the fourth floor, confirming the morse code.”

“What is this supposed to be?” The man in stripe asks, a bit irritated. 

Chishiya stares at him, giving him all his focus with dark eyes. “In the classrooms of the fifth floor, there were shelves containing the awards of this awardee. The Ivy Award was a special award this high school gave to those who excelled in all athletics in the school while maintaining top grades.” 

Chishiya pauses, now shifting his eyes to yours. You look away and avoid his gaze. “There are only two people who received that award in this school.” 

“Yamada Asaki,” he looks down at the paper in his hand. “And Y/N L/N.” His gaze goes back to you, communicating a million words in one simple stare.

You froze at the mention of your name. Heiya, in her tall stature, looks down at you. “You?” she asks in disbelief and a smirk. 

You glare at Chishiya, not understanding why he dropped your name and history out of nowhere. Then you look at Heiya who was waiting for your response.

“That’s true,” you admit, looking down at your feet. 

“In fact, she was the first awardee—the reason why the award was made in the first place.” Chishiya gives you a smirk. 

You still remember when you were awarded that day. The school made the award for you for the sole reason that universities around the world were contacting them to take you in as their athlete on full scholarship. They were scrambling for your hand in college.

Your father rejected all of them. He used all his power to stop you from going.

Up till now, the award was a topic you don’t like talking about. It was hard for you to remember how much you were controlled and manipulated into staying in Japan. 

“The person you’ll be facing,” He puts his eyes back on the man in the striped shirt. “Is a master of all sports and martial arts. Do you think you could handle that?” 

The man in the striped shirt couldn’t answer. 

Just like that, the other players began giving you their votes. You stand there quietly as they hover their cuffs on yours. This would mean… everyone’s life here is depending on you. 

Chishiya took the last turn in giving you his votes. He grabs your limp wrist with his right hand and hovers his cuff on yours. Your eyes are shaking in anxiety as you’re still staring at the floor. You've fought wildly when only your life is in your hands. That’s because you know that you have nothing to lose. You’ll gladly die if it’s your time to die. But right now, you have to live for these people.

“What?” he whispers. 

You finally look up into his eyes, meeting his deep stare. 

The other players watch as Chishiya leans in, whispering something in your ear. This causes you to freeze, looking up at him with awe. 

He spins you around, making you face the door. His hands are still on your shoulder when he leans in. 

He whispers in your ear again, sending shivers down your spine. For some reason, it sounded genuine. He wasn’t trying to manipulate you into going. He was motivating you, maybe even pleading. 

You turn your head to look at him, his face inches away from yours. From here, his eyes burned with something you don’t understand. There was a slight crease on his forehead that relaxed when you gave him a smile.

“Wait for me, will you, Shuntarou?” 

It was the first time you saw Chishiya smile in Borderland—and actually smile and not smirk in a condescending manner.

“You can do it,” Akane nods at you, her arms crossed. You look at her, smirking. You’ve only known the girl for an hour but you already like her. 

The other players began motivating you and you gave them all a glance before hovering your cuff on the lock of the door.

The lock dings and the door unlocks by itself. You twist the knob open, revealing the darkness of the room. 

You give one last glance to Chishiya whose eyes never left yours. You walk inside, your eyes never leaving his. He has long abandoned the smile on his face, replacing it with his famous poker face. His eyes, however, stayed expressive as if telling you’ll be fine in his own way.

The night should’ve been everything you dreamed about. 

Chishiya fetched you, wearing his suit and tie that matched your dress. The hotel venue that the school rented turned out to be designed beautifully. Everything was perfect.

If it weren’t for what you learned last night.

You acted like everything is fine, dancing with your friends as Chishiya sat on the side. To get him to come, he made a deal that he wouldn’t dance until the last. You agreed, only wanting to dance the last slow dance with him. 

Chishiya must’ve already realized something is wrong because you haven’t looked at him for more than five seconds all night. It was weird. You really wanted to be here with him yet you can’t even ask him what he thought about the food. You know that it wasn’t his fault. You were the one who approached him first and began pursuing him. He wasn’t exactly actively trying to manipulate you as your father wanted. 

But he knew. He knew what your parents wanted. 

And you, you were left in the dark again. 

The doors of the gym shut with a loud thud, leaving you in blinding darkness. 

“I hoped you would come,” it was a girl’s voice from the end of the room. 

The lights turn on and you squint your eyes as the sudden change blinds you for a second. When your eyes adjust to the brightness, you see a girl not older than a high school kid. She was wearing a black bodysuit and a crown, sitting on what looks to be like a throne on the stage. 

“You’re Yamada Asaki?” you ask, raising a brow. 

“and you’re Y/N L/N,” she replies, a smirk plastered on her face.

She stands from her throne, crossing her arms as she walks down the stage. “You know, when I heard that you’re here, I had this game designed just for you.” 

“Designed?” your eyes never leave her as you frown. These games are designed by people? 

You were curious but she ignores your question. “I wanted to see what’s so great about you.” The bitter tone of her voice doesn’t pass by you. It was clear that this girl doesn’t like you.

“Do you…” Her voice was deadly like it could cut like a sharp knife. Her eyes were focused on you like a target. “Do you know how miserable you made me feel?”

“Obviously not,” you replied with sarcasm, not giving into her sentiments. It would be better not to waste time, you only had 10 minutes left to clear the game. 

The girl audibly scoffs so you continue. “I don’t know the reason nor do I care. Tell me the challenge and we can get this over with.” 

Asaki’s gaze burn through yours as she removes the crown on her head and throws it on the ground. “The crown is worth 50 votes,” she says, eyes not leaving yours and showing you the cuff on her wrist, 2020 votes, the year she won her award. “You get it if you beat me in a fight.” She puts herself into a stance, getting ready to fight. 

“Fine,” you answer, throwing your belt bag across the floor and cracking a few bones of your knuckles. “Are there any rules?” 

It’s all bullshit. You know there are no rules in a fight for your life. This is a fight. But still, you ask. It wouldn’t hurt to know if there are. 

You read her stance. She’s good, guarded and ready. From her built, it’s clear that she’s experienced. She must be an athlete from her younger years like you. It’s a no brainer, if she’s a receiver of the Ivy Award, then she has been trained like you. 

“Rules? There are no rules. No stopping until one of us dies.” Her arrogance was something you take note of. It seems that her confidence is one of her biggest traits. For now, you need to see what she can do. 

She attacks first, swinging a fist at your face. You block it and attack with a fist, to which she follows up with a guarding technique of her arms. You move away but she follows that technique with a kick. You dodge her foot by crouching, all while staring at her with burning eyes.

Kickboxing. 

It’s the closest to modern-day MMA. From what you saw, this girl is a striker. 

You launch forward, heading for her middle. It was fast but she was able to raise her knee which you avoid. Good. She’s good. But what about her footwork? 

Pivoting your front foot, you shot your rear leg out and aim at her middle again. She quickly steps away, leaving your foot hitting nothing but the air. Great. Her footwork is good too. You jump back to your feet, raising your fists and moving away from her in a quick motion. 

“Taekwondo?” She smirks, her eyes giving you a condescending look as if she’s about to laugh. “It was your favorite, wasn’t it?”

How did she know that? This girl… just who was she and what have you done for her to know you like this?

“So you’ve studied me?” you ask with a smirk, feigning your curiosity.

“Day and night,” she replies. “I watched all your tournaments,” she jabs, you avoid. “Your championships,” she kicks, you block. “Your training,” she swings, you move away. “All because they wanted me to be like you!” She lunges forward and you let her, she grasps the back of your head and gives you a knee strike, hitting you right in the stomach.

You free yourself from her hold, stumbling and landing a few steps from her when she lets go. She laughs like a maniac. 

“You’ve become rusty,” she spats. 

“Come on,” you raise your fists into a stance once again. “I haven’t even started,” you say and give her a grin. 

Her forehead creases as she furrowed her brows, eyes blazing. So her favorite’s kickboxing. You know what to do. Her footwork’s great, her kicks and punches are strong too, it would be dangerous if she attacks you like she did last time. Front kicks are one of their best attacks. 

You attack diagonally, catching her off guard. You throw a punch and it lands straight to her face. A kickboxers’ weakness is defending an attack coming diagonally. You have to get close to her. 

You attempt to throw punches hastily, making her dodge away again and again until you corner her to a wall. She takes this as a chance to hold the back of your neck again with both hands, catching you in a Thai Clinch. Just like before, you know she’d throw you a knee strike. 

Before she could raise her knee, you put both her arms in your hold tightly, preventing her to move. Using your elbow, you give her a strike to her jaw with the single intent to create the worst damage possible. Your jab connected with a crack and you know you broke her jaw. Once the move made her lose focus, you repeatedly take a jab at her, one punch after another. 

Blood sputters out of her mouth and she spits as you move away again. You were pretty sure you saw a tooth fall out. 

“Forfeit,” you order and her bloodshot eyes gave nothing to you but hatred. You match her threatening gaze. “Before I kill you.” 

“Are you kidding?” There’s blood in the corners of her mouth from your punches yet she stands strong. 

“Seven years,” she looks up to the ceiling, tears lining up her eyes. “For seven fucking years, I was told that I should be like you.” You’ve known since she greeted you that there’s something that lies here deeper. But who cares? So she’s been forced to work hard for the award, how is that your fault?

“And you failed,” you bluntly state, eyes devoid of emotion. 

Her eyes widened in disbelief of your words. She scoffs, tears threatening to spill as she glares at you with resentment. “Failed? I won your award. I did it all!”  

An ill feeling fills your stomach as she bares herself. She had become too emotional. One thing you learned about fighting is that your opponent doesn’t care. A real opponent goes straight for the kill. This… is nothing but a sparring session. 

“So? After that, what did you do?” you ask, titling your head. 

You rush forward, spinning around and straightening your legs to kick her head mid-air. Asaki was pulled of her feet violently and thrown across the floor. She slides along the gym floor, halting just a few inches away from the wall. 

“Stand up and tell me,” you instruct her as you land. You wait for her to recover, her forehead bleeding from the impact of your kick. 

Rage colored Asaki’s vision red as she uses her arms to push herself back up. “I…” It was a weak attempt, she couldn’t even sputter out the words. Her chest heaves up and down as she stands to her feet, for a moment, you thought she was gonna puke but she recovers. “I died.”

She snarled and rushes towards you and you await her attack, ready to counter it. Mid-air she raises her fist and you raise your hand, catching her burning fists in yours. However, she uses this misdirect to knee the wound of your thigh. You grunt, taking in the pain and trying not to let it falter you. 

“You haven’t…” you grit through your teeth and use your free hand in attempt to smash it to her face. Asaki manages to block this, locking your arm and jabbing your stomach repeatedly. Using her strong hold from locking you, you jump and use both of your free legs to kick a blow to her stomach, sending you both flying away from each other and hitting the floor. 

You don’t waste any time, jumping to your feet and launching yourself to her body on the ground. You put her in a chokehold, jabbing at her face repeatedly as you sit on her stomach.  “Dying? That’s your reason?” You say to her ear. She spins, making you land on her back. You lock her with your legs, grabbing her hair to raise her head. “Give me something better.” 

You free her from your hold, jumping away from her range. 

When she fully stands up, you throw a kick as the same time as her. Her left leg hits your outer right thigh and you hit her inner right thigh. She staggers because of this and you use the opportunity to jab three heavy hits to her head. Right. Left. Right. Her head has been hit enough for it to be fatal and she falls to her back. 

Cleverly, she uses her legs and feet to block your attacks. You push through, using your body weight to receive the attacks from her legs. She locks you in with her legs on either side of your torso. You let her. If you try to escape, she’ll just lock your head. 

In the underground, you’ve fought men and women of different weights. It was often that you were underestimated because of your height and weight. So, you let them think you were weak. But what they don’t know is you got them right where you wanted them—close enough for you to kill.

You use both your hands to block hers, smashing her wrists on the floor. Then, you smash your head against hers. That doesn’t stop you. You use your elbows once again, landing one blow after another. You don’t stop even after you see her face covered in blood. 

When her hands lay limp with no force, you take a hand off and use this to grip her neck. 

She struggles to breathe from your hold but you don’t let her. If you were inside a stage, a referee would’ve stopped you by now. But that’s not the case for you. Not for a long time. 

“Where did you go last night?” 

Chishiya asks as soon as you sit down beside him in the room. You ignore him, pretending you don’t hear him because of your earphones. He’s talking about the last dance. When he wasn’t looking, you slipped away from the venue and escaped. You left your bag with him and he only noticed when he couldn’t find you in the crowd anymore. You couldn’t help it, you were overwhelmed by your father and Chishiya. Not only is he controlling your career but he’s controlling your relationships too? 

You took a cab ride away from the hotel, still wearing your gown. You told the driver to just drive around and he did. In the ride, you spot a neon signage. It was a club you always see. It had an interesting name; Sarutahiko.

You’ve seen cars come and go there. What you’ve noticed is they all seemed to be very wealthy. You asked for the car to stop by near and without thinking, you made your way into the club, clutching a wealthy man’s arm and pretending to be his date. 

That night, instead of being in Chishiya’s arms for the last dance, you won your first fight in the underground. The beloved dress you had made for thousands of dollars, they were ripped and worn when you came home, dirt and scratches running along your skin. 

It was the first time you felt it—the euphoria.

When you fought with no rules and no holding back, nothing mattered. You weren’t the beloved athlete that has a bright future ahead of her as an heir of the L/N family. You were just Y/N, or as the underground calls you, 極真 王女 (Kyokushin Ojo; trans: Ultimate Truth Princess; “Kyokushin” is a type of Karate)

Like a princess, you entered the arena in your sparkling gown and destroyed your opponent in five minutes. It was then and there that you decided, you will no longer fight your father’s opposition to your sports. This will be your life and your death. 

A life with Chishiya, it’ll be a privilege. You like him… and with his and your father’s deal, you’ll be able to live your other life in peace. Fine, you’ll play the part of the pretty spoiled princess. 

Chishiya doesn’t press further but from your lack of luster in your eyes, he understood that something died inside you that day. From then on, you dropped all your sports and didn’t fight your father’s refusal to all the universities that wanted to scout you even if they offered medical studies in exchange for your athletic participation.

If there was one thing you regret, it was you and Chishiya never had your last dance. 

You feel it again. The euphoria running through your veins. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Even if you hear the taps, don’t stop. 

Asaki gasps for air, her face reddening as her wide eyes scream for help. You don’t notice this, darkened eyes not even showing mercy or any emotion. You’ve been completely shut off and in auto pilot as you throw one punch and another.

Why should you? Your father never stopped. 

“N-no!” 

Asaki pushes you off with all her strength, sending off her body. You’re quickly on your feet again, ready to attack as your opponent catches her breath. Asaki sprang of her hands, throwing herself in to a spin that showed off a gymnast’ skill. Like a whirling tornado, she was too fast for you to block or counter-attack. 

She doesn’t kick your head and instead kicks your side. You were thrown across the floor, skiddling and tumbling. A groan escapes your lips at the pain that shot through your ribs, adding to the pain of your thigh.. Yeah, your ribs are definitely cracked. 

“You said you’ll protect me,” Chishiya whispers in a low voice, you were sure only you could hear it. You did say it back there in the furniture shop.

He spins you around, making you face the door. His hands are still on your shoulder when he leans in. 

“Protect me,” he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. For some reason, it sounded genuine. He wasn’t trying to manipulate you into going. He was motivating you, maybe even pleading. 

I’m sorry, Asaki. 

You sprang to your feet, ignoring the screaming pain of your ribs. You face your opponent once again, the same distance from when you started. But this time, something was different. In your opponent’s hands, was a butterfly knife. 

She was smirking at you like she finally got you. She’s an idiot. 

“Fine,” you huff, giving her an equally sinister grin. “You studied all my moves in high school.” You put yourself in a fighting stance again. “I’ll give it to you. You’re a great fighter. You know all the moves, techniques, and all that shit.” 

“You did all that research about me… yet you didn’t ask why I stopped?” You don’t even glance once at her weapon again. “Pathetic.” 

She lunges with a scream, swinging the knife at you. 

You stepped in, closing the gap between you and Asaki, dodging her weapon and striking her upper and lower arm. As your strike clashes with hers, the force makes her arm holding the weapon go limp. You grab her arm, twisting it until her hand is pointed towards the ceiling. 

With Asaki’s chest unprotected, you pivot and strike her with your elbow and then your foot to her leg. She loses balance and you use this to take the weapon from her hand. 

In a swift motion, you swing the weapon, slashing her across the face. Crimson red drips from her already blooded cheek, adding to the wound on her forehead. She puts a hand to her face, finally executing fright for the first time in the fight.

And then you understand.

The career she wanted instead of the Ivy Award—it was beauty. 

Instead of the Ivy Award, she wanted to be prom queen. Life wasn’t for her but she was thrusted into it too. It was so simple and yet you were blinded by the game to notice. You understood. A slash to the face was hard to cover especially if it scars. You were very careful about your face when you fought in the underground. 

You feel bad but who were you to be a saint? 

You strike a blow to her stomach with your foot, sending her staggering a few steps back. Her focus is still on the wound on her face. She has completely dropped her guard and looked like a simple high school girl who was attacked out of nowhere. 

“You were right,” you say as you throw the knife away. “Taekwondo was my favorite. I still use ITF from time to time.” 

She was not even guarded yet you continue. One straight powerful jab to the center of her chest. She accepts the attack but doesn’t fall down, eyes widened and coughing at the force of the attack. 

“The reason why I stopped competing… was because I found something better.”

Asaki backs away, feeling an unexplained fright. She knows something has shifted as you stride towards her with blazing eyes. Even your walk seemed powerful, exerting an aura of strength and power. 

Kyokushin Karate… is the strongest martial art in the world.

Its sole goal is defeating its opponent. Different from Taekwondo at its very core, it’s focused on real fights. There’s no protective gear, just pure hand-to-hand combat. 

Those who practice Kyokushin as a martial art, they’re unfamiliar with attacks aimed at the head. But not you. The only reason attacks aimed at the head are banned in Kyokushin Karate is because…

There were too many casualties. 

You send a straight punch to Asaki’s face, her head receiving the full force impact of your fist. 

You swing your right arm, hitting her across the jaw. Asaki tries to kick your side as a counter attack but you dodge. 

If your right arm’s not enough, use your left.

You swing your left arm this time, hitting her cheek and you actually feel her teeth through your fist. Even as you hit her, Asaki uses her hand to slap you across the cheek. You’re thrown off, so you spin and kicked off your legs.

If your left arm isn't enough, use your legs. 

The heel of your feet strikes the junction of her neck and shoulder, sending her kneeling on the floor with a loud thud. 

You tackle her down like you did before, with your legs on either side of her torso, she could only watch as you repeat your move from before.

And if your legs don’t cut it, use your head. 

You smash your head with hers with a loud thud and she goes into shock, eyes wide open as she could no longer move. Her body stills underneath you as she stares up at nothingness. 

The spirit of Kyokushin Karate… is a person’s strong will that is never broken.

2 MINUTES LEFT

“That’s…” Her eyes remained unmoving. “Karate.”

Tired, you stand up as she still lays still on the ground, broken bones and wounded face. 

“You’ve done well,” you mumble but you’re sure she can hear. You wipe the blood on her face but it does nothing but spread it. You see her face clearly even with the blood. She was pretty with an innocent face now that she’s put down her guard and hatred.  “You can rest now, beautiful.” 

And finally, the tears spill out of her eyes and she cries. She cries and cries until they turn into sobs. She cried like the kid that she is, hungry for love—hungry for someone to listen to her. It was all too familiar. You know the feeling all too well. 

Walking away from her cries, you pick up the plastic piece of crown. It was silver and had pink stones all around it. 

Limping to the stage, you make your way to the prop throne. You sit down on it and groan at the feeling of resting your beat up body.

1 MINUTE

You place the crown on your head and place your bloodied fists on either sides of the arm rests. The cuff on your wrists flash with a sound and a green light.

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It was followed by a ding and the girl’s automated voice.

CONGRATULATIONS

GAME CLEAR

And then you see it, the laser coming down from the sky and onto Asaki’s skull. 

Stepping out of the gym, you find the other players waiting for you silently. They seemed to be looking up at something so you follow their gaze. 

There was a camera. All that happened back there, they saw it.

You stood there in silence, waiting for something to happen next. Their gaze falls on you with your burnt knuckles and the plastic crown on your head. These people, they looked at you with fright in their eyes. It was a familiar look—the audience’s disbelief when you don’t hold yourself back. 

“Great job,” Heiya was the first one to approach you with a smirk, putting a hand on your shoulder. It was her and Chishiya who didn’t look scared of you.

You smile, giving her a nod. 

Just like that, the other players began giving you their thanks. Out of nine people, six of you survived. They all thanked you, the girl in the headband even hugging you. 

All six of you walk out of the game, looking up as the Queen of Clubs’ blimp self-destructs with explosion. Beside you, Chishiya is also looking up, smirking. He was properly beautiful. 

Arisu asked you what made you like this man so much and you told him it was because Chishiya grounds you. You never really knew how to explain it until now. 

When you were fighting in the underground, it was brutal. It was your way of feeling pain–to feel alive. If you didn’t have Chishiya in your life, you would’ve stayed in the underground forever. But Shuntaro, he gives you a reason to come back to your life. 

So you can annoy him. 

You were back in the apartment with Chishiya after you searched for some medical supplies for your injury. As always, he was silent. 

“You can shower if you want,” Chishiya breaks the silence, pulling you off your thoughts while you sat on the couch. You nod and leave him alone in the living room. 

After you shower, you wore a plain white shirt  and some lounge shorts you found in one of the drawers. When you step out of the room, Chishiya still wore the clothes he had outside but he stood over portable stove, stirring what smelled to be like instant noodles. 

He sees you and carries the pot over to the table. The table is already set. 

You never thought you’d see the day, Domestic Chishiya. A malewife. You place a hand over your mouth, preventing the smile on your face from forming. Instead, your face contorts into a funny face, earning a glare from Chishiya. 

“Are you just going to stand there or eat?” He deadpans. 

You bite your lips, shutting yourself up and made your way to the table. “Thank you for the food,” you said, sincerely. He scoffs, sitting across from you.

The two of you ate quietly, you slurp the ramen noodles like its your last meal. It wouldn’t be so bad. Instant Ramen by Chishiya. You giggle in your head, a smile spreading on your face. 

When you finish your food, you opted to wash the dishes while Chishiya showers. Looking around, the apartment, you found something really cool—a record player. You inspect it and it looks like it’s the kind that doesn’t need electricity. Your heart swells with excitement, searching for vinyls around the place. You found a box inside the room filled with it and you clap to yourself happily.

“No way,” you react when you turn a knob and found it actually works. 

“What’s that?” Chishiya walks in the living room, his jacket long abandoned and wearing a shirt and lounge shorts. Did he match what you were wearing? 

“It’s the only thing he has,” he defends himself even when you haven’t said anything.

You pause, thinking if you should say anything but you ignore it, remembering your brilliant discovery. “Look! It’s a record player!” 

He sighs. “You’ll only attract others with the sound.” 

Your face fell. “Then I’ll beat them up.” You ignore his protests, going over to him and grabbing his hand to pull him over to the record player. He follows you limply, bored and annoyed as always. 

You’re not very familiar with the vinyls so you just grab one with a familiar name, Nat King Cole. You placed it on the record player, figuring out how it plays. It began playing but it was too fast. You look up at Chishiya with wide eyes, wondering what you did wrong. He sighs, reaching over to some tiny lever on the turntable and pushing it to number 33. 

“It’s the wrong speed,” he tells you.

The song began playing at a normal speed and you grin widely. 

It was a slow love song and an idea pops into your mind. 

“You know, something popped into my mind back there,” you face your friend, placing a hand on his shoulder. He stills but doesn’t remove your hand. 

When I fall in love, it will be forever Or I’ll never fall in love

“We never got to finish our last dance back in high school,” you say with a smirk. “And you promised.” 

Surprisingly, Chishiya doesn’t argue. So, you place your other hand around his neck, connecting it with your other hand. You pull him closer, his face inches away from yours. From here, you can see his face clearly. His eyelashes that flutter as he blinks, the creases of his forehead when he scrunches his brows slightly, his lips that were ever so slightly parted. He stays quiet, eyes on your face as if memorizing it like what you were doing to his. 

You brought down your hands to place his on your waist and again, he surprisingly doesn’t remove them. You place your hands back to where they belong, pulling him in again. You started to sway with the music, willing Chishiya to do the same. 

“I’m sorry.” The words come out of his mouth like air. If you weren’t close enough, you wouldn’t have heard it. Heat rushes to your face as your eyes widen. Did you really just hear Chishiya apologize to you?

Your shock melts into a tightlipped smile. “You’re just going to have to make it up to me by loving me forever.” It was a reference to the song that was playing. 

He scoffs at your cheesy words. “Don’t be ridiculous.” 

Love. It’s a privilege. You know that you two aren’t children made by love. It’s the reason why you two find it so hard to believe that love exists. Chishiya no doubt finds it harder to believe. He doesn’t understand the sentiment–the romance. 

“Fine. Tell me,” he mumbled. You stare back at him, unsure of what he means. His eyes were steady, focused on you and begging in his own way. It takes years of experience to notice the subtle changes of emotion his face makes and your heart swells at the slight tremble of his lips. “Tell me what to do instead.” 

Your brows slightly furrow, cheeks reddening and eyes glossy. When he’s not showcasing his intelligence and mischief, Chishiya is a man of few words. As your eyes are locked on each other, you bare yourself open into nothingness. Nothing mattered, not the games, not even the meaning of life. It was neither warm nor cold. Looking into Chishiya’s eyes was like looking into a mirror you cannot escape and yet you’d like to drown in them. 

“Worship me,” you proposed in a commanding manner, finding confidence in yourself and what you feel for him.

“Worship?” he asks with a confused and amused tone in his voice. 

“Love is overrated. Worship me instead.” 

And he smirks, pulling your waist closer. His lips touch yours and your world exploded. There weren’t fireworks, no sparks… it’s just felt like summer day. A bright sky, lighting up the road as the breeze hits your skin. His hand is heavy on your waist, your body fully aware of all of him. Your mouth melted into his, everything else is forgotten. The tip of your tongue brushes his and he parts his lips, welcoming you in. You cling unto him, longing more of him. 

And the moment I can feel that You feel that way too Is when I fall in love with you

© wolfvmin. please do not copy, translate, claim any of my works. my works are cross-posted only in ao3 under the name vantantae. thank you.

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[lenasimp]

I am so in love with this man it’s becoming unhealthy

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[stllite]

dream of mine •°ˎˊ˗

chishiya shuntaro x fem!reader

word count 1.5k

summary chishiya wanting you to do his makeup after seeing how pretty you do yours.

warnings mentions of smoking 🍃, a bit suggestive at some points, a bit of ooc chishiya, flufffff

authors note idk how i feel about this but i needed to write a lil fic of me doing chishiya’s eyeliner because who wouldn’t???? (also he looks so beautiful in this gif sjsjjsjs i’m down bad) lastly, pls pls pls send requests !! i’m going through a writers block rn but really want to write more chishiya fics and even other characters 🫶🏼

most days, you were exhausted after playing one of the games. practically fighting for your life and sometimes coming back to the beach with bruises or injuries was tiring.

however, this particular game wasn’t as tiring as the others. mainly because chishiya was by your side as he was every other game. this one just happened to be one of his fortes which made beating it like a breeze.

after the game, you decided to stay up rather than go straight to bed like you usually do and smoke a bit of the weed kuina gave you — one of the amazing wonders of being here at the beach. now you were feeling relaxed and most importantly good.

you wouldn’t take chishiya as someone who smokes weed per se but he surprisingly took the joint right out of your hand when you had offered.

so now, he was sitting against the head board of your bed while you were doing your makeup in the mirror right across from it, giving him a perfect sight of you.

you were so focused on what you were doing — your hand moving smoothly to create a beautiful sharp line across your eye, filling it in making your eyes seem more captivating than they already were. you moved your head side-to-side, checking if they were even. when you realized they were, you giggled to yourself. partly being the weed making you giddy but also because you were a pro at eyeliner and were always proud of yourself when creating yet another perfect cat eye.

chishiya noticed all this and kept his eyes on you throughout your whole makeup process. he didn’t know what exactly you were doing and didn’t think you needed any of it but he enjoyed watching you.

“i admire the way you do that,” he finally spoke.

you looked at him through the mirror, furrowing your brows. “do what?”


“your makeup,” he gave you a small smirk before continuing. “you do it so smoothly like it’s almost natural to you. and it always ends up looking great.”

you turned to face him, your cheeks now pink and smiled at him.

and then you got an idea. you weren’t sure how he was going to react but you proceeded to ask anyway.

“do you want some?”

he raised his eyebrows at this making you regret asking in the first place. you turned back around and finished applying a bit of lipgloss.

“sure.”

you paused, turning back at him once again. wide-eyed, you wanted to be sure. “really?”

he smirked at you and nodded simply — his way of letting you know that he wanted you to do it.

you instantly grabbed your small makeup bag and practically jumped on the bed, sitting across from him.

“okay, what would you like?”

“what you have,” he replied.

“eyeliner?”

he simply nodded.

“blush too?”

he snickered. “i said whatever you had, didn’t i?”

“no need for the attitude.”

“just do my makeup please.”

you giggled, pulling out your eyeliner and moved a bit closer to chishiya. he stared at you whilst you tried to find a good position to be in without screwing up his liner.

however, you were struggling. you opened the eyeliner to get ready to draw them on his eyes then pulled away multiple times because every position was uncomfortable.

then, you broke into a fit of laughter, thinking about how ridiculous you must’ve looked.

“oh, you’re gone gone.” chishiya said blankly, looking at you as you were trying to catch your breath. he chuckled a bit.

“shut up. no i’m not, i’m fine,” you replied between laughs.

he rolled his eyes. “just do my makeup, dumbass.”

“okay, okay. i’m sorry.”

trying to be serious, you took a deep breath and leaned closer to him, attempting again to do his liner yet the position was still uncomfortable. you huffed frustratingly.

“do you want me to lay down maybe?”

you stopped your movements and leaned back, mouth opened slightly attempting to form a reply.

that’ll mean you have to be…on top of him.

“only if you’re comfortable, of course,” he reassured after seeing your reaction to his words.

you let out a breath. “yeah, i am. are you?”

he nodded and gave you a small smile.

then suddenly, you pushed him down on the bed gently and got on top of him.

“woah, okay,” he chuckled.

you then opened your eyeliner once again and got ready to finally draw them on his eyes. “this is much more comfortable.”

“told you. i’m always right.”

“shut up.”

you moved closer to his face, now drawing the lines on his eyes. you didn’t realize this because of how focused you were, but you were really close to his face. so close, he could feel your soft breaths.

he stared up at you with hooded eyes, paying attention to your every move. he noticed the slight bite of your lip — something you always did when you were really focused on something. he noticed the way your hair fell in front of your face, perfectly framing it and how you would get annoyed and push it back behind your ears. the way the blush on your face made you illuminate more against the room light — not like you needed it.

he also noticed how the hand you weren’t using to do his makeup, rested gently on his chest. how you were so gentle with your movements, he almost couldn’t feel you even applying the liner. this was such an intimate moment for you two. he was enjoying every second of it.

he tilted his head to the side and blinked, not realizing that you were still doing his liner.

“would you stop moving!” you called out, gripping his face with the hand that was originally on his chest. “gonna have to tie you up.”

“that sounds kinky.”

“god, i’m going to fight you.”

“that too.”

you abruptly stopped your movements, leaning back from him and squinted your eyes. 


“sorry, sorry.”

you playfully rolled your eyes and continued the liner on his other eye, still holding his face gently.

after a few moments, you finished his liner and then proceeded to give him a bit of blush — like he had asked. once you were done, you held his face with both of your hands and moved his face side-to-side, detecting if you needed to fix anything. when you were satisfied, you smiled brightly, giggling to yourself a bit. “you look pretty! wanna see?”

he snickered while you went in your makeup bag to grab your mirror. still, your bodies were close to one another as you were still on top of him. the way you smiled brightly at him and the way you handled him so gently throughout this whole process drove him crazy. he just wanted to grab your face and kiss you.

so he did.

you were still looking for your small mirror in your makeup bag, furrowing your brows wondering where you may have put it.

chishiya looked at you with an intent gaze, pupils widening. he moved his hand to cup the side of your face, moving your head to turn towards him, pulling your face closer. “sorry i must’ve left it at-“

he interrupted you by placing his lips on yours. shocked at first, it took you a moment to kiss back. but once you did, you melted into him, placing both your hands on his chest as he placed his other hand that wasn’t cupping your face on your hip, pulling you closer to him.

he tasted the sweetness of your lipgloss and he couldn’t get enough of it. he couldn’t get enough of you. kissing you felt like so right, even in a place like the borderlands. it made him forget about everything except you in that moment.

he didn’t want to, but he pulled away to catch his breath, seeing your lipgloss now smeared across your face.

it did something to him.

“wanted some lipgloss too,” he smiled.

you laughed. “you’re an idiot.”

“yeah, but you liked it. didn’t you?”

“i did.”

you leaned in again to kiss him once more and moved one of your hands from his chest to his face, him now placing both his hands on your hips. you both smiled into the kiss, laughing slightly. but that was soon interrupted by the door being opened suddenly.

“hey guys i’ve been looking- woah! what the fuck?”

you and chishiya jumped off of each other and sat up straight, staring at a very shocked kuina. she smiled wide and began jumping up and down.

“kuina, please. don’t start,” chishiya warned.

“okay one, it reeks of weed in here and two, about motherfucking time!”

chishiya huffed and collapsed on the bed.

“i like your makeup by the way!”

chishiya flicked her off.

you chuckled, looking at kuina with a smirk. she winked back at you then proceeded to walk out the door. “don’t have too much fun tonight.”

you giggled, turning back to chishiya who was staring up at the ceiling. you joined him, still giggling to yourself.

you turned to look at him. “want to go on the roof and smoke some more?”

“i don’t think you need anymore.” he turned and met your gaze. smirking, he replied. “but yes.”

you smiled wide. “by the way, your makeup really does look good.”

“i know. cause you did it.”

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[riseatlantisss]

Lost and Found

Pairing : Chishiya Shuntarō x gn!reader, post-Borderland 

- AIB season 2 spoilers - 

Just fluff and cuddles. In bed. Thats it thats the plot. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  I’m not even gonna pretend theres anything more to it than that.  

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Lying awake beside you, Chishiya is listening to you breathe, analyzing your heart rate. In, out... steady and calm. He could almost count the exact number of beats per minute, but he’s too busy thinking about how lucky he is to have you beside him to care about precision. He finds infinite comfort in the repeated rise and fall of your chest. It proves to him that you are alive, safe and here, right next to him. 

You are indeed. And you feel utterly and completely content, in bed, curled up against him. There’s nowhere else in the world you’d rather be.

You lift one hand from where it has been resting on his shoulder and run it through his messy blond hair, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He looks tousled and sleepy and soft, eyes bright and hair wild, and all around adorable in the faint light that’s falling through the curtains of your bedroom. You continue running your fingers through his hair and down his neck as he lets out a long sigh of joy and relief, like all the tensions in his body were released, all at once. 

“You’re secretly a cat, aren’t you?” You chuckle softly next to his ear. “I’m just waiting for you to start purring!” 

Chishiya grins and makes a noise that he wanted disdainful, but comes out as a low rumble, not that far from a purr actually. You laugh. Not because you’re mocking him but because you’re happy. You both had been through so much. The meteorite took pieces from the both of you. Borderland did too, and you thought you’d never be whole. But you made it through. In each other’s arms, you found those pieces again. Now you’ve got him, and he’s got you. The past does not matter. 

Chishiya’s arms tighten around you and he shifts slightly to kiss the top of your head, then your forehead, then your top lip, your bottom lip and both at once. His kisses are sometimes somber and serious, but mostly they’re playful, and delighted - and they’re all the time peaceful, uncomplicated, and calm. His kisses are all you need. He had kissed you before, innumerable times and in innumerable ways, but still, you’ll never get enough of him. He breaks off and looks at you with with unhurried, adoring black eyes and a sleepy smile. You smile back and you both relish in this quiet moment together. You love him so much it’s almost pathetic. You yearn for him constantly. All of him. His smug smile, his soft laugh, the sharpness of his mind, his bewitching dark eyes, his messy hair in the morning, his comforting warmth at night. Pathetic. You’ll never tell him that. 

(he already knows)

It’s strangely easy for you to be tired in his arms. Maybe because he makes you feel so safe. You close your eyes and roll onto your side to face away from him while you slowly drift into sleep. Chishiya keeps his arms around you and presses his body against your back, tangling your legs together and pulling you tighter against him. As he presses one last sleepy kiss on the top of your head, you wonder if this really is true happiness. You decide that if it’s not, it must be the closest you’ve ever been to it.

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[klaustozier]

happy birthday, niji ; nijiro murakami

SUMMARY: it's nijiro's birthday and he thinks you forgot.

warnings: nijiro vs fem!reader, a lot of fluff, oral (in both), short and sweet, slaps on the face and on the ass but it's not a lot, exhibitionism, cum in the mouth, pet names

word count: 1,7k

english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistakes.

i hope nijiro is having a great birthday and he is enjoying himself <3

this was a request so i hope it is what the person wanted to read.

enjoy!

Nijiro was excited that it was his birthday, it was the first birthday he would be spending with his girlfriend so he thought they could do something special when he got back from recording later that day. However, apparently, his girlfriend didn't know what day it was.

"Good morning, Niji", you said smiling, giving him a peck, he was sitting at the table having breakfast.

"Good morning, baby", he smiled.

"I won't be able to have breakfast with you today, I'm sorry, I have to go early for a meeting", you rolled your eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Okay, we can have dinner together", he smiled, but his smile faded when you frowned at him.

"I'm going out with some friends for dinner tonight, don't you remember? I told you", you took a banana adjusting your bag on your shoulder.

"Oh…", he didn't want to look upset, he didn't like telling people that it was his birthday, he felt weird and felt that people only wished a happy birthday him because he had said so, as if he was imposing something, and he hated it, "I got it wrong, I thought you said Saturday."

You smiled, "No, it's today", and a soft silence took over the kitchen and you just sighed, "Well, I have to go", and you gave him a peck, "See you later, Niji."

"Goodbye…"

Nijiro tried to forget his sadness throughout the day, he went to the movie recording and even when he received a birthday cake from the team, it didn't make him any happier, because the person he most wanted to spend his birthday with didn't remember.

Upon returning home, at the end of the afternoon, he thought that you had already left with your friends, because the house had all the lights off, but when he went up to the second floor, he noticed that a light in their room was on.

"Baby?", he called.

"Hi, Niji!", you replied from inside the room.

"I wanted to talk to you about something", he was so upset and hurt he just wanted to get it off his chest.

"Could we talk later?"

He was still approaching, noticing that the light on in the bedroom was from their closet, you must be changing to go out, "It's just hurting me a little and I really wanted to talk about it…"

And then the brunette saw you. You were in front of the closet door, turning off the light as he passed through the bedroom door. In your hands you had a beautiful decorated three-layer cake with several candles, "Happy Birthday to you", you started to sing softly as you approached him .

Nijiro grinned, all the hurt he felt all day was fading away and happiness finally took over him. His eyes noticed what you were wearing and he gulped, you were wearing new black lingerie and a transparent black robe over it, which was tied around your waist.

"Make a wish, Niji", you smiled.

The oldest smiled and blew out the candles, taking the cake from your hand and placing it on the dresser behind you, pulling you by the waist giving you a soft kiss, "I thought you had forgotten."

You laughed, "That was the plan", and kissed him, "Today we're going to do whatever you want…"

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want", you repeated laughing at his scared little face, "Well, what do you want to do first? Want dinner? I made food for us and there's your cake…"

"I want you", he said, in a rush, "I want to fuck you…"

"Whatever my Nijiro wants", you agreed.

"Wow, I'm going to destroy you for lying to me", he whispered, his hand gripping your hair, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip, "I spent all day thinking you'd forgotten…"

"I wanted to surprise you", you whispered.

"And it was quite a surprise, baby girl", he smiled, kissing you, his tongue dominating yours, parting only to peck and sigh, his nose right next to yours, "sitting on my face… now. "

"Yes, sir", you agreed softly.

And Nijiro kissed you desperately, his hands squeezing your ass tightly, pulling you closer while tangling his tongue with yours, so desperately, it felt like they had never kissed in their lives.

With a peck, he ended the kiss and went to lie down on the bed, waiting for you, smiling adorably, "You're so excited, it seems like we've never had sex before."

"It's just that I love you", he explained with a shrug.

You laughed and kissed him, "You don't need to keep saying those things, you're going to fuck me."

"It's true", his eyes sparkled and he smiled small, caressing your little face, "I love you."

"And I love you, Niji", you smiled giving him a peck.

"Now pick up the pace and sit on my face", he ordered, slapping you on the ass.

You adjusted your robe and positioned yourself over his face, each of your legs beside his head. Nijiro sighed, hugged your thighs with his arms, pulling you down, wanting you to sit completely on his face. He just pushed your panties out of the way and licked your wet pussy, sighing in relaxation feeling the soft taste of you on his tongue, caressing your thighs. You braced your hands on the headboard, moaning softly, rolling your hips. Whenever you tried to lift your legs to relieve some of the pressure of your weight on his face, he would grab your thighs tightly and pull you down.

"I'm going to hurt you, Niji", you whispered stroking the black hair.

"Smother me, please", he whispered, going back to licking you.

His tongue glided all over your pussy, focusing on your clit, feeling the hard, delicate muscle pulsing through it, his lips completely drooling with the pleasure of you. Your hips kept rolling against his lips, one of his hands went up your belly to your breast and pinched the hard nipple, making you moan louder.

"Nijiro", you purred.

Nijiro kept the rhythm of his licks, feeling that you were close, so he tried to continue sucking you waiting for you to come in his mouth. With a soft whine, you finally came, your body shaking slightly, your legs squeezing the man's face beneath you.

You rolled off him and watched him lick his own lips briefly before pulling you down for a kiss. The kiss only had breaks so you could take off his clothes, leaving him completely naked on the bed. The kisses continued with so much tenderness, they seemed to have all the time in the world.

Nijiro was placed sitting against the headboard, getting comfortable. You knelt beside him and wrapped your hand around his cock kissing him. His hand trailed down your back and pushed aside your robe so he could squeeze your ass and pat the soft flesh.

You lowered your lips to his cock and slid your tongue all over it, feeling it hard and pulsing. Nijiro moaned and purred softly as he felt the pleasure of being sucked. His fingers infiltrated your panties, sinking two fingers inside you, their moans mixed with the wet sounds of your lips sucking him.

"Enough", he said, but you did not obey. His hand grabbed your hair, pulling you to look at him, slapping you across the face, "I told you to stop."

"Forgive me, sir."

"Fucking slut", he muttered, "On all fours facing the mirror", he ordered.

You promptly obeyed, standing at the end of the bed, in front of the mirror that was in the corner of the wall, "Do you want to watch yourself, Niji?"

He smiled as he positioned himself behind you, his hand moved your panties away and positioned the tip of your cock at the entrance of your pussy, his hand going to your chin, making you look at yourself in the mirror, "I want that you watch yourself, baby girl", he whispered, sinking his cock into your pussy, "I want you to see how beautiful you look getting fucked."

"Fuck."

Nijiro began thrusting without any mercy, his beautiful hands gripping your waist, watching you through the mirror, seeing your downcast eyes, parted lips moaning incessantly, the slaps of skin hitting skin filling the room.

Every time you looked at yourself in the mirror you got embarrassed, your cheeks flushed, your eyes rose to Nijiro and you felt more embarrassed by the smile he gave you.

The brunette leaned over your body, still thrusting and pulled your face towards him, biting your lower lip, "Are you ashamed to watch yourself, baby girl?"

"A little, sir."

"Oh", he chuckled, "You shouldn't be ashamed of being hot, my love."

"Nijiro", you moaned, "I'm going to cum…"

"Cum, baby girl, make my dick all wet…"

Your body trembled, your insides squeezing the his cock, who didn't stop thrusting, making you be stimulated through your orgasm. You moaned and called out to Nijiro, who held your face to face the mirror, your eyes alternating between focusing on you and him.

"Look how beautiful you are cumming on my cock", he whispered.

"Niji", you gasped, "do you want to cum in my mouth, sir?"

He smirked, "On your knees, baby."

You promptly obeyed and knelt down with your back in front of the mirror so that Nijiro could have a better view of the moment. The brunette stood in front of you and sighed, sinking his cock into your mouth, he didn't even pay attention to the mirror, he kept looking into your eyes, completely absorbed by the vision beneath him.

It didn't take long for him to cum in your mouth, moaning softly and stroking your hair watching you swallow all of his cum.

"Happy birthday, Niji", you whispered, licking his cock, collecting all the cum that escaped.

"Thank you, my love", he whispered, giving you a peck.

"Now, sit on the bed, I'll bring you dinner."

He nodded and helped you to your feet, before letting you walk away, he hugged your waist and kissed you, "I love you, baby girl."

"And I love you, Niji", you smiled and gave him a peck, "Go to bed, you have to have dinner and then eat cake."

"Okay", he said, accepting being spoiled by you, finally sitting up in bed looking forward to spending the rest of his birthday with you.

...

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[bangtaninborderland]

NIRAGI: Consent

Summary: You don’t feel too good about trying something new, luckily Niragi takes the time to listen, his solution bringing you comfort.

Genre: smut, comfort, 18+, requested.

A/N: this was a small idea I had for request that gave a very vague description, I hope you like it! It’s not too long but I thought it was cute, remember consent and through discussions are sexy.

Warning: fingering, kink discussion, edging.

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"Where are yo-" Niragi stopped in the doorway, mouth shaped in an o as he looks at you crying.

"I'm sorry." You sobbed, holding the rope he had asked you to get. "I can't."

"Can't?" He shook his head, padding over to you.

The bed sink a little as he sat beside you, arm pulling you in for a hug. "Come here, baby. Talk to me.”

“I wanted to try it for you, I know how much you like that stuff I just don’t know how to stop panicking every time I think about being restrained.” You explained through a series of heavy breaths, the scent of his cologne calming you somewhat.

“Pretty girl, what am I going to do with you hm? You wanted to please me so bad that you wanted to try something even when you were scared?” He chuckled, reaching to brush your tears from your face.

You nodded, leaning further into him. “I wanted to be good I really did, I just… I can’t.”

He pulled you into his lap, securing his arms around you. The warmth of his frame pressed against yours only brought you a sense of comfort you were desperate for. “The thing about bondage and kinks darling is that they are supposed to be enjoyable, you can still be good and not be ready to try things that make you feel sad or uncomfortable. I would never expect you to do something that made you feel uncomfortable in a bad way.”

“I know you like it though.” You sniffled, your head resting against his collarbone. “I don’t like it when we can’t do the things you like because you’re so good to me, you take care of me and I want to do that for you too.”

“Doll, look at me.” He breathed, hand coming up to guide your chin, smiling when your gaze landed on him. “There’s an awful lot that you do for me, when you give me your trust during a scene you’re doing something for me, when you cheer me up on a bad day you’re doing a lot for me, your presence, your laugh, even our conversations does a lot for me. In the past, I wasn’t the best with my anger but having you here helped, I learned to be a better man because I had you. Don’t ever downplay what you’ve done or who you are because you can’t do one thing, one thing that, in comparison to all the other amazing things you’ve done, is nothing.”

“It’s just…” you trailed off, trying to find the right words. “I want you to be happy with me, I don’t want you to think I’m incapable.”

He hummed, finger tapping against your leg. “Do you trust me, baby?”

You nodded instantly. “With my life.” You firmed your voice, wanting to show how much you meant the declaration.

“Lay down.” He motioned to the bed, helping you off his lap.

You laid the way he directed you, head on the pillow.

He gave you a smile. “Now hold your hands above your head and don’t let go of the headboard.”

You followed his request, gripping it tightly. “I won’t let go.”

You watched as he trailed his hands up and down your thighs, goosebumps forming over your skin. “So pretty, so good baby.”

You preened at the praise, letting your eyes flutter closed as he continued moving. You tensed your legs as his hand slid under your shirt, finger tracing your nipple. “Look at you staying still, don’t even need ropes when you’re so good at listening.”

His touch mixed with the praise only served to encourage your arousal, but still, you remained in place, wanting to show him just how well you could behave. “Feel s’ good.”

“Remember be still sweetheart.” He whispered, his finger moving down to trace your pussy from the outside of your underwear. “Who does this belong to?”

“Y-you.” You stuttered. “Only yours.”

He hummed, pleased with your response. Your grip on the headboard tightened as he pushed your underwear to the side, finger sliding up and down your folds before dipping inside of your hole. “Fuck.” You nibbled at your lip, resisting the urge to buck your hips for more.

“So wet for me, who knew my baby could get turned on so easily?” He teased, slipping another finger in.

“More-more p-please.” You whined, knuckles turning white.

“Whatever you say doll.” He chuckled, fingers picking up the pace as he slid them in and out, curving them up now and again to brush against your g-spot.

You kept still and he fucked your cunt with his fingers, your moans growing from a small whimper to throaty grand, your toes clenching and unclenching. “Gonna-gonna cum.” You blabbered out, words slurred.

He pumped his fingers into you a few more times, bringing your orgasm to the edge just one more and you’d-

Your eyes shot open as he removed his fingers, wiping them on a nearby cloth. “Wh-what?” You felt your orgasm slipping away, still not daring to move.”

“Relax darling, deep breaths. You’re going to sit there and not move, don’t touch, I’ll be right back.” You knew he wanted you to let your orgasm go, forgetting the idea of having one today. Despite how desperate you felt to just rub your thighs together, how easy it would be to reach down and find the pleasure you were slowly losing you didn’t. You stayed still.

You were sure it had been at least 10 minutes when he came back into the room, a bottle of water in hand. “You can let go now, come to me.”

You crawled over to him, he had sat on the edge of the bed making it easier for you. He uncapped the water bottle pushing it to you. “Drink.”

You accepted it, only realising how dry your throat had got once the cool water slid down it. “Thank you.”

“Do you know why I asked you to do that?” He raised an eyebrow, taking the water bottle back from you before closing it and placing it on the floor. “Do you know why I told you to stay there?”

You shook your head, you knew he had a reason but it wasn’t entirely clear. “I didn’t need a piece of rope to keep you still, you listened so well and you didn’t move, you made me so proud. Despite the fact you could have moved you didn’t, you still submitted and followed what I had instructed you to do. That’s a thousand times more satisfying than having you tied up.”

You let the words settle in your mind, he was right, somehow you understood the way it made him feel. “I really wanted to show you I could be good.” You explained, wanting to make up for your inability to be tied.

“You’re always good, when something pushes your limits I will never force you to do it. I will never force you into an uncomfortable situation for my own gain. There are always options and other things that can be tried.” It was moments like these, tired from playing, his hand running through your hair as you laid your head on his thigh where everything just felt right, felt perfect.

“You edged me.” You simplified. “You edged me, you gave me the ability to take what I wanted but you knew I wouldn’t.”

“Correct baby.” He laughed. “You did so good, I knew you’d listen.”

“How did you know I didn’t…you left the room.” You outed, turning to look up at him.

“I stayed by the doorway, I’d never leave you during a scene.” His smile turns a little more serious. “I’ll always be here for you.”

“I love you.” You smile, tucking your face away against him.

He leans down placing a kiss on your head. “I love you too pretty girl.”

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[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ Lustful Glances ♠️

A/N: So, ehm. Actually, this was a request from an anonymous sender, but since Tumblr spun yesterday and the question is no longer there, I have to write it as a normal text now, for better or worse. 😞

I hope the sender reads it anyway and likes the little story! ✨

Characters: Chishiya

POV: fem!reader ; Smut!

Warnings: NSFW, please don't read if you don't feel comfortable with sexual content and when you are under 18 years old!

I've known Chishiya long enough to know what he's like. Unlike most people I've met at the Beach, Chishiya is not only a rather quiet and introverted person, but he's also a person who doesn't think twice about drugs, sex and alcohol. He lives his life in a sober state and doesn't have any great lust potential that makes him want to sleep with someone on a daily, weekly or monthly basis. He can be proud of that.

However ... these are sides of his personality that most people are aware of. To be precise, it is no secret. Well, but because of the relationship we have with each other, I have knowledge about him that people around me would define as ... unbelievable.

It's days like these when Chishiya can show a different side of herself. Where he is no longer just the quiet and well-behaved little guy he usually presents himself as. It's hard to believe - but it's true: there are days or moments when even he throws all rationality overboard. Especially at times when his testosterone level tries to play a few tricks on him.

What do I mean by that? I'll tell you.

Imagine the initial situation as follows: I'm just sitting in my room reading one of the books I've discovered in the hotel library. A little more permissive, considering that the temperature is sometimes unbearable. If I had to define "permissive", I'm sitting on the floor in a pair of shorts and a bandeau, leaning against my bed while eating some snacks that Chishiya brought me after a game he finished yesterday.

The man in question came into the room. We spent time talking to each other, as we do very often. We exchanged new experiences or insights in Borderland- the usual. And although nothing happened between us, at some point I noticed Chishiyas eyes on me.

Later, we're laying in bed together. Next to each other. I keep reading my book and pretend not to notice how he keeps his eyes on me while he tries to just rest and relax a little. But when I see him start to look at me for the third time, I can't just leave it at a hidden smirk. And so I close the book and turn my attention to my comrade, who seems to be a little preoccupied at the moment.

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what again?" It is difficult to say whether he meant this question seriously or not.

His words sounded ironic, but his face shows that he knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"Looking at me ... with those eyes." I smirked at him, sliding down a little and turning on my side to be at eye level with him. "Those eyes I see way too rare, if you'd ask me, Chishiya."

"It was just a gaze", he says, but all I could do was shake my head "no", before sitting up a little again, just to look down on him.

"Stop kidding me", I whisper, "I know how you look at me when you are kind of aroused." It's clear to me. "We know very well that I know that best ..." He gulps.

And with his inability to speak I know I was right with what I'm saying. So I took the chance to lean over him, so that our faces are dangerously close to each others. Yes, I can feel his heavier getting breath against my lips, which makes me smile just a little. Especially when I look into his brown, beautiful eyes, giving me the opportunity to tease him.

"So lustful, babe ..."

"Y/N ..."

"No." I know he wants to deny it. "I saw them. Many times. During conversations. While you were talking to others. In our most intimate moments we share together." We aren't a couple so far- yet we slept so many times with one another. ”The sparkle in your eyes is the same they spread when I kissed your lips so intensely. I saw it when you tried your best to make me as horny as you and the sparkle was there, when you fucked me until my biggest satisfaction ..." While I'm talking, I take the liberty of running a hand over the bulge that has already formed in his pants.

A quiet "Hm~" escapes his lips, his eyes do close in contenment.

”Try to convince me otherwise, love ..."

”No." That's all what he says- for now. ”Please ..."

"Please?"

"Don't ... take your hand away ..." What was that?

Chishiya Shuntaro begs me not to take my hand off his dick? Pathetic. But ... not in a bad way. It ... is arousing ... and I like the fact that it seems to be me who has him - in the truest sense of the word - in my hand today.

"Chishiya ..." Starting to place soft kisses on his neck, I can't help but have to grin which gets wider and wider with every moan he tries to hide from me. „You want me that bad today, huh ...?" Now I peck him a kiss onto the corner of his lips, moving my hand, which rested on his even harder getting cock, making him hissing in pain and desire. "Then you have to tell me ..." Whispering these words in his ear, I'm pretty sure it's giving him goosebumps. ”Tell me how much you want my hand around your cock ... Tell me how much you need me right now and tell me what you want me to do to relief you from suffering ..." Looking him into his eyes while saying all those things, is fun to me.

I love how he just gulps and stares at me completely helpless, not being able to say what I want him to say. And because he isn't saying what I want to hear from him, I grin cheekily, giving him a kind of sadistic "Such a pity ..." and hint at letting go of his aroused member. Nothing he allows. Rather, he's overcome by a "Don't...!" as he grabs my wrist jerkily to stop me from letting go of him. Chishiya even goes so far as to simply guide my hand under his pants so that I have even better access to him. That wasn't what I wanted to achieve, but at least I have him where I want him- he's horny. And wants nothing more than to cum through me.

"Want me to satisfy you, Chichiya ... ?"

"Nobody could better than you, Y/N ...", he says, his words making me kind of happy. "Guess you're not in the mood, b-but I need you ... I ... I need you to make me cum ..." His hips are moving as if he were somehow trying to make himself more comfortable than with a still hand, which only increases the pressure he feels. "I'll do what you want. If you want me to cum all over your face, I will. If you want to swallow my sperm, you can. I'll make a mess out of you but please ... please fuck me with your hands as well as you always do ..."

"Just with my hands?"

"I'd like your cunt more, but- damn!" Guess he wasn't expecting that I gonna start the show.

His head abruptly rests on the back of his neck, just as he had to abruptly interrupt his sentence. Only because I started moving my hand up and down to do him a favor. Still:

”But ...?" I look him into his half closed eyes. "Talk to me Chishiya ..."

"Ngh~ ... but ... fuck ... it's so good ... Y/N ... you make me feel ... so good ..."

"I know ..." I say, "but that's not what you wanted to say."

"I-I ... but ... your hands would be enough for me ..." Chuckles. "A blowjob would be nice, too ..."

"You love it when I suck you out, huh? You enjoy it when you see how my hand getting covered by your sperm and you really do like it, when you see me swallow your whole juice with just one gulp, don't you?" He nods.

"Imagine these situations makes me crazy, Y/N ..." He smiles to me, stretching up a little to indicate that he wants to enjoy a kiss, which of course I give him.

Intensive. Lustful. But above all very passionate. I meaned what I said: we are not a couple yet. But sometimes, making out with him - having sex with him - makes me feel like we are. Our kisses are something magical to me. How he adapts to my rhythm. How he grabs my lower lip with his teeth and starts to gnaw on it playfully. And his tongue ... He can work well with it. He do know so well how he has to use it, no matter what.

And so do I know how skilled I am with just my hands. Stroking him up and down, faster and slower, harder and softer- it mades him moan so amazing, it's music to my ears.

"C-Coming ...", he says and breaks away from the lovely kiss we shared.

A loud groan comes over him while I bumped his shaft, sucking and biting his sensitive skin on his neck, to place some hickeys here and there, after which it only takes a few more movements to ensure that my working hand is flooded with warm secretions. Not gonna lie, felling this makes me kind of proud- it's just:

"We have just started, love." His eyes are half-closed as I say these words. "Pull down your pants, darling, I've got something nice planned for you ..." He can try to hide his satisfied grin, while I was licking my hand clean, but he won't be able to.

And although he is still a little out of breath, as is the case when you have just reached your climax, he obeys. Making myself prepared for what is coming now, I lean over him once again, to kiss his lips passionately. To place kisses everywhere where I'm able to. The corner of his mouth, his cheeks, his ears, neck, shoulder, chest, abdomen ... until I finally reached the point I made my goal. Glancing up to him as innocent as I am lol, you are not I kiss along his lower abdomen, placing some hickeys there, too, further along his cock, at the height of his groin. I can feel how he's moving his pelvis, trying to lead me in the correct direction, but that's not working on me.

"Patience, love ...", I whisper up to him, noticing his left hand on the back of my head, burying his fingers into my mane. "It's interesting to see how easy it is to get you hard again ..."

"Don't say such things ..."

"Why not?", I ask, grinning in a little mean way. "Feeling ashamed because of that? Since when? I thought you like to talk about facts ..." His grip on my hair tightens. "So assertive, Chishiya ..."

"Y/N, please ... you ... torture me enough ... please ... seeing you laying in front of my like that with your head almost between my legs, it makes me going insane ..."

"It really does." To tease him a little more, I finally licked over his blood filled cock with just the tip of my tongue, making him hiss another time. "You really want me to suck your dick out, huh? Would that make you happy, Chishiya ...?" He gulps, trying to find his voice back.

"I-It would ..."

"Sure it would", I said calmly, smiling up to him. "You better enjoy this then, honey ... and don't you dare moving your hips yourself or my head, making me suck you as deep as you want- you know what that means, otherwise, so be a good guy~." With that I start taking his dick as deep with my mouth as I could.

He gives me a loud "F-Fuck ...!" but I don't care about it. I concentrate on the essentials. On his satisfaction. However, I can't deny that I'm not getting horny myself from what we're doing here, which is why I occasionally let out a little moan myself. Good for him, I guess. The vibrations that arise for him must bring a certain something with them. At least, he seems to enjoy it.

This is made clear to me by his increasingly loud tones, which leave his lips uncontrollably. Every time I let his cock enter my mouth - where I lick my tongue over his tip, which is covered by his precum - his pleasant voice comes into play.

"Y/N, I-I'm ..." In my head I already say the sentence: do it.

Come inside me. But I can't bring myself to say it. Admittedly, I don't even want to. I don't want to make him wait any longer and deny him his orgasm, so I just keep sucking and bumping my head up and down, until he finally starts shaking a little and starts calling my name, pressing my head a little down by reflex, to inject his seeds as deep as possible into my throat.

And I swallow it. I swallow every drop he is losing or even pressing out of his shaft, until his dick feels finally empty again. I lick and suck him completely clean- and with a satisfied grin, I let go of him with the aim of lying down next to him again while he tries to catch his breath, watching him.

"And?", I ask, "you feeling better now?"

"Stupid question", he says, but laughs while shaking his head and puts his pants back on, before immediately and unexpected rolling a little over me. „Anyways ..." He looks me deep into my eyes, putting his hand onto my naked belly, which now makes me gulp and him smiling a little evil. "Now it's my turn to give you what you deserve ..."

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[burntmarshmallowchishiya]

Chishiya x Fem Y/N Smut Visuals Pt.2

thank u sm for the likes on part 1 i didn't expect this much like wow 🙊. i will be making a masterlist soon. hope u like pt 2 ♡

(you may need to have a twitter acc to watch it)

contains: slight spanking, costume lingerie, worship, p*ssy eating, and fingering.

you're chishiya's favorite kitty

he wouldn't show his soft side but his kisses show that he loves every inch of your body

he will claim what's his if he sees other men touching you

how you greet him when he returns home from work

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