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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.