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Uhm can I request a Niragi x fem reader, with the cliche they know each other before the borderland thing. And the reader was Niragi's old crush and bestfriend, then they see each other again at the beach. (It can be with soft boy niragi or THE Niragi, maybe with smut?? it's really up to you, I just want to see what you'd write with that theme)

Pairing: Niragi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Words: 976

Summary: Niragi can't believe his eyes. It's you. After so many years, you're here.

Warnings: sex, friends to lovers

Notes: I finally got to yours! You're always so nice, I'm really glad I got to write something for you 💕 hope you enjoy! ✨

“Y/N?”

He can’t believe his eyes. After all these years, you’re now right in front of him. And in the Borderlands, at that. He knows it’s you. That smile, that laugh, that face; how could he ever forget? You never left the back of his mind.

“Suguru? Niragi Suguru?” you ask, eyes wide. You don’t seem sure that it’s him. He did change a lot since high school, after all. But then there’s that smile again. “Oh my god, it’s really you!”

He opens his arms to catch you in a hug, your laugh in his ear. You even smell the same. God, he missed you. He notices the people around you whisper, staring wide-eyed at the demonstration of affection. That reminds him where you are; you’re not kids anymore. He has a reputation to maintain. He pushes you away slightly, holding you at arm’s length. Your eyes shine as you look at him, and he can barely stop himself from smiling back at you.

“It’s really you!” you exclaim before he has a chance to speak, “You look so good, I love the piercings.”

He huffs, feeling his cheeks get warm at your words. Dammint, he’s not a schoolboy anymore.

“What’re you doing here?” he knows is a stupid question as soon as it leaves his lips. You’re here doing what everybody else does; play to not die.

“Just got here, actually,” you say, “I’ve been wandering alone for a week or so, but she-,” you point to a woman near the pool. Kuina, he’s pretty sure, the one that always hangs out with Chishiya. “-told me about this place.”

“Are you okay?” he can’t help but look you up and down for injuries. He ends up noticing more than that, and his eyes go up to meet yours. He can feel his ears turning red. Your body immediately makes him think things he shouldn’t; the red swimsuit you’re wearing does nothing to help him. If you were someone else, he would probably try to have his way with you. But not you; he would never hurt you.

You talk through the rest of the afternoon. He doesn’t have to play tonight, and neither do you, so he ends up inviting you to his room. You accept. It feels like old times again. Those days where you were just two kids, supporting one another through high school and all that came with it. You were there to save him from his bullies, and he was there to comfort you when things were bad at home.

He regrets never telling you about the crush he had on you.

But now you’re two adults, in a country where death is always imminent, and you’re drunk. He has nothing to lose. So he kisses you. He’s surprised when you kiss him back just as hard, hands practically ripping his shirt off his body.

You’re both naked in his bed before long, hands exploring each other’s bodies as you kiss. You taste like strawberries, and it reminds him of the strawberry-scented lip balm you always used to wear. Your skin is as warm as he imagined, your breasts perfect globes against his palms. You’re beautiful, and for a moment he wonders if this is all a dream.

But then you moan his name as you sink yourself on his shaft, and he’s sure you’re real. If this is a dream, he doesn’t want to wake up. You’re so warm and so tight, he almost comes right then and there. This is better than any of the fantasies he used to have with you. Nothing can beat the real thing.

The way you clench around him; how your tits move above him; the way you cry out his name. No way his brain can imagine such a thing.

He grabs your hips, forcing you to fasten your pace. You comply, taking all of him in your dripping cunt. Your moans are music to his ears, and there’s nothing else he would like to hear for the rest of his life. All his senses are consumed by you. You, you, you. Your smell, your warmth, your body.

He can’t control himself anymore.

You cry out when he turns your positions around, immediately sinking back inside you. He fucks you relentlessly, thumb abusing your clit while whispering filthy things in your ear. He can feel your orgasm coming closer. Good; he’s not sure he can hold himself back for much longer.

You come with a scream that he muffles in a kiss, fingers still on your sensitive clit as your orgasm consumes you. He comes not long after with a grunt, hands keeping your legs wide open as he spills inside you. He can barely keep his eyes open as he collapses on top of you, head in between your breasts. You don’t move as you regain your breath, your hands in his hair.

He must’ve dozed off for a while, before waking up to your claims of being squished to death. He chuckles as he gets off of you, laying down and pulling you against his side. You nuzzle his neck, a content sigh making him smile.

“You know, I had a crush on you in high school,” you blurt out, fingers drawing spirals on his chest. That surprises him. You did?!

“What?!” he chuckles, “You’re kidding me, right? I had a crush on you in high school.” It’s your time to be surprised.

“You did?!” you ask as you raise yourself on your elbows. “Why didn’t you told me?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he says with a small pinch to your backside. “I still got your fine ass in the end, didn’t I?”

You giggle, lightly slapping his chest before leaning in to kiss him.

He let you go once. He won’t let you go again.

Ignore this if you'd like, I was just brainstorming for one of my own stories when Niragi decided to run laps in my mind. So, imagine a soulmate au with Niragi. Originally I thought of the red string of fate, but even better would be a countdown to meeting and Y/N's timer significantly decreases when she joins a certain game. Then Y/N is like??? Now? Really? Then girl is stressed about finding him bc what if the game kills him off first? -🦕

Pairing: Niragi x Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU

Word Count: 908

Summary: Ten minutes left for you to find out who your soulmate is. But what if neither of you survives long enough to find each other?

Notes: Finally finished it! It was fun, love writing AU's. Hope you enjoy! 💕

There are ten minutes left.

Ten minutes and counting. You know you should be focusing on the eminent game; it won’t take much longer for it to start. But you can’t stop checking your arm, where the ten minutes quickly turn into nine. You look around you, taking in every unfamiliar face; maybe he’s already here with you.

He most definitely is. No way he isn’t, as the countdown or your arm reminds you with every ticking second. You try to control yourself from crying; what if he dies? You’re about to enter a game, after all. What guarantees you that he won’t die even before you know his name? Even before you see his face? You have been waiting for this moment for so long. Why now? Why here? It makes you want to scream.

You keep looking around, but it’s pointless; you will only know who he is when he speaks to you, and that will only happen when the number on your arm turns to zero. You think for a moment if you should try to strike a conversation with every man there, but you decide against it; none of the faces there looks approachable.

Especially the armed group in front of you. They were already there when you got to the game arena; all of them loud, intimidating, and armed. So you kept your distance. A thought crosses your mind; what if he’s one of them? You stare at the group more attentively, trying to notice if there’s anyone that looks like they’re also trying to find their soulmate.

Seven minutes left.

Your eyes lock with someone, and you quickly avert your gaze elsewhere. You had noticed him as soon as he entered the arena; clearly the leader of the group, piercings on his face, huge gun on his shoulder. He screams danger. You can feel his gaze on you, so you keep your eyes down; you hope he stays away.

A sudden ding startles you.

Game start.

You’re dead. You don’t know about your soulmate, but you’re so dead. You run for a place to hide in the big zoo turned game arena. You have no idea how you’re going to survive being hunted by large predators, especially while being unarmed. Oh, you’re so dead. You glance at your arm.

Five minutes left.

The place is fully illuminated, with several carnival rides working. You hear screams behind you, so you don’t even think twice about getting in the first ride you see. The pirate ship is a tall ride, so you're sure that if you sit on its floor no one will be able to see you. So you do exactly that, making yourself as small as possible next to the ship's side.

Three minutes left.

You stay as still as possible, focusing on the sounds of whoever or whatever passes by. Your only chance of survival is hiding until the game is over. You glance at your arm again.

One minute.

You freeze. Heavy footsteps running towards the pirate ship.

Forty seconds.

The sound of voices. More footsteps.

Twenty seconds.

A shot, followed by a laugh, right on the other side of the ship makes you scream in surprise.

Ten seconds.

Whoever's there knows where you are. You stay still.

"Get out."

Zero.

You look up. It's him. It's the man with the piercings, and the gun, and the bad vibes. And he's pointing his gun at you.

And he's your soulmate.

You know it immediately. How could you not? It was clear to you as soon as you heard his voice. It's like a veil has been lifted from your eyes and you can see clearly; see him clearly.

He keeps pointing his gun at you, obviously not recognizing you. Of course, you haven't said a word to him yet.

"Look at your arm." Is all you say.

He raises a brow before glancing at his forearm, where the countdown has reached 'zero'. He suddenly let go of his gun. It falls to the ground, shooting a few rounds on accident. You scream as you feel them hit the ship's wood, so close to your body.

"Shit, fuck, are you okay!?" he asks as he retrieves his gun in a hurry. You nod slowly, still accessing the man. He looks at you with a mix of surprise, concern, and suspicion.

He clearly knows who you are now, so you know you have nothing to fear. Still, you can't shake the feeling that he's not a good person at all. You can't see his soul, not exactly, but you can feel it; his is dark as his raven-colored hair. Not a good sign.

"What is your name?" You blurt out; you have to know.

A roar from not far away snaps both of your attention back to the game. The man glances at you and helps you stand up before leaving the ride, pressing a button and coming back inside. You can feel the ship starting to move, so you immediately take a seat. What is he doing?

"For now you can call me Niragi," he says with a smirk, as he sits next to you. "Nice to finally meet you, wifey." he pulls you against his side, making you blush, "Grab on tight," he chuckles. "We have a game to win."

One thing you're sure of now: You don't have to worry about your soulmate dying anymore. You know he won't.