Chishiya And Daimon Had Flirty Gay Banter Only Gay People Do And Straight People Will Never Understand.

angst prompt #9 (list 1) turning into fluff prompt 1 (from list 1) with kuina or ann from aib!

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also i lowkey did this backwards im so sorry but it still worked imo 😭

— GOES TO WASTE

kuina hikari (alice in borderland) x gn!reader

genre: angst/fluff ending

summary: angst prompt (“am i supposed to just let you go?”) and fluff prompt (“i just wanted to make sure you're okay.”) from my 2.5k event

warnings: language,

all you had been doing for hours was running. you hated it. normally, you wouldn't mind running this much. but, when you were being hunted for your life, you despised it. you soon found out not to play around with the king of spades after getting shot in the side leaving you where you currently are, sluggishly walking throughout the city continuously glancing around for the giant blimp in the sky. it'd been days since you last saw anyone, and you were beginning to think you would go insane if you didn't see someone soon.

you rested against a car, holding your side in pain as you tried to steady your breathing. you let go for a moment to check how many bullets were in your pistol currently, and sighed. you only had a few days left on your visa and was starting to worry about whether or not you would find a game in time or if it would be finished first. either way, you couldn't go far with this wound. you slowly slid down the car and rested your head against the door, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths.

you thought you were going crazy when you heard footsteps from behind you, and your eyes quickly opened and you aimed your pistol, ready to fire.

"woah, woah, wait!"

your blurry vision left you searching to figure out who was in front of you, but after focusing for a few seconds you lowered your gun. "hikari?" you said.

"oh my god, y/n. i thought you were gone!" kuina immediately hugged you tightly.

"ow," you mumbled in pain but hugged her back.

"are you okay?" she asked.

"not really," you shook your head. "i got shot at by the king of spades and this happened." you lifted your shirt slightly to show the bullet wound.

"y/n, that's bad," kuina said.

"i know," you nodded. "but i couldn't find anything," you sighed, leaning your head against the car again. "you're the first person i've seen in a few days, though. 'm glad it's you." your speech started slowing down the more you spoke, a little smile forming on your face. you were losing too much blood and you were starting to feel it now. "i missed you."

kuina tilted her head to the side, looking at you confused. "are you sure you're okay? you never say things like that." she said suspiciously.

"i'm fine," you waved your hand. "i just wanna take a nap."

"nu-uh, nope, c'mon," she shook her head and stood up straight again.

kuina grabbed you by one of your arms, lifting you up and hooking your arm around her neck with her arm around your waist. she glanced down at your bleeding side and bit down on her lip, knowing soon enough you would pass out. "alright, just stay awake a little longer, okay?" she said to you.

"i can try," you replied with a short nod.

"good enough for me," she said, starting to walk down the road with you.

after a few minutes of walking in silence, your head was starting to feel heavy, and you felt yourself slouching against kuina as she held you up on both feet walking for the both of you. your hand was starting to slip off her neck and you almost collapsed to the ground if she hadn't caught you quickly.

"fuck!" she cursed, lifting you back up to your feet. "y/n? hey, y/n? look at me," her hand gently turned your face to look up at her.

as you looked up at her, your eyes were barely open and your vision was blurry as you tried to focus. "what is it?"

"i just wanted to make sure you're okay," she said softly. "i need you to stay with me, okay?"

"i'm right here, i'm not going anywhere," you mumbled. "but, i don't want you dragging me along."

"what do you mean?"

"i'm gonna die anyway whether you are with me or not," you started. "i don't want you to be with me when i drop."

"am i supposed to just let you go? you're crazy," kuina shook her head. "c'mon, we're almost there."

"okay," you murmured in response. you continued to walk beside her, and your eyes were slowly closing, black starting to fill your vision when you completely collapsed onto the ground.

"y/n!" kuina exclaimed. "shit, shit, shit," she cursed, looking down at you. "okay, come on," she said to herself, scooping you into her arms and holding you bridal style to get you back to the others faster. "please stay with me."

rushing back to where the others were, kuina was panicking due to you barely being responsive. thankfully, ann was the most calm person there and was able to bandage you up so you wouldn't lose anymore blood. kuina sat down next to you in silence as she waited for you to wake up, fiddling with the stick in her mouth to try and keep herself as calm as possible. she didn't know what she would do without you. you two were supposed to make it out of her together, not just one of you. let it be the damned king of spades to fuck everything up.

kuina let out a sigh and leaned her head against the wall, closing her eyes as she waited. she didn't know how long she'd been waiting, but it'd been well over two hours since she brought you to the others. ann had told her that without any kind of real medicine, it would take a while for you to wake up, but unsure of how long. that left her waiting for who knows how long until you would wake up.

suddenly, movement shifted beside her, and kuina immediately opened her eyes and looked down to see you waking up. "oh my god, y/n!" she gasped, leaning down and hugging you.

"ow," you let out, now fully awake from the pain of weight on your wound. "what happened?" you questioned.

kuina pulled away and looked down at you. "i brought you back to the others. ann fixed you up for me but, you were unconscious for hours," she answered.

"i'm sorry," you were quick to apologize. "i didn't mean to scare you like that."

"it's alright," she replied. "there's only two games left, so we're staying right here until it's finished or the king of spades finds us and we run to another spot."

you nodded your head, "i am perfectly okay with that, since i'm definitely not able to do much right now."

"don't worry too much, we're getting out of here," she smiled at you.

"i know," you smiled back. "i love you."

"i love you too."

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

this but kuiann

Kuina: I cannot believe you right now, Chishiya Shuntaro!

Chishiya: But my love-

Kuina: No! Don't you dare call me that after what you just did.

Chishiya, sighing: Fine, I'll leave. I'm sorry.

Kuina, watching as Chishiya leaves the dorm room: Good.

Ann: What did he do now?

Kuina, tearing up: I placed my minecraft bed next to his and he moved his away from mine.

Ann: I'm so done with you two.

wuh luh wuh >v<

Beach! Obsessed! Kuina x Clueless! Bimbo! Fem! Reader

You haven't been at the Beach for long but you still managed to capture Kuina's heart until you are all she can think about.

Content: Fluffy plot with smut at the end, top! Kuina x bottom! reader, Kuina is obsessed with you and really horny, reader is a stereotypical airheaded bimbo who loves parties, Chishiya appears a few times, many mentions of Kuina loving your ass, Kuina is female in this fic, drunk sex, tribbing, fingering, the works.

Word count: ~6k / ~0.9k of smut

a/n: I love my girl kuina!! more aib fics coming but don't kill me if my next fics aren't aib at all i am multifandom ♡

Neither Chishiya nor Kuina knew how her obsession had come to be. Chishiya thinks it was sudden, like a snap of your fingers. One day, you arrived at the beach with a few friends, all of you dolled up in bikinis and one pieces that covered up just enough and complemented your figures. When Kuina spotted you with your friends, somehow she couldn't tear her eyes away from you. More specifically, the way your ass peeked out from under your bottoms, but she won't tell you that when she confesses to you.

She will confess eventually, right? Chishiya wasn't so sure. Kuina had gathered up the courage to talk to you a few times, but it wouldn't progress to more than small talk before you were whisked away by one of your friends. She was a little jealous, but she would never tell you that, because you didn't consider her more than an acquaintance or a passerby you occasionally talked to.

Chishiya prayed to the Gods he never believed in that you would pay attention to her so she would stop talking his ear off. If she wasn't following you around in the hotel, pretending she was just walking by while trying to catch a glimpse of your ass, she was talking to Chishiya about how pretty you were, or what a good couple you two would make.

Chishiya had all but practically begged her to finally make a move, to invite you for a drink or for a walk or at the very least for a dance in one of the beach's parties at night, but she was mortified. Terrified, even, that you didn't like her or didn't even like girls, or that you had a boyfriend back in the real world or—

"Just talk to her." Chishiya sighs, stopping Kuina's rant. Of course it was about you, everything with her these days was about you.

"And say what?" She looks up at him, eyes wide, with a slightly terrified look on her face.

"Ask her if she has a boyfriend." Chishiya states, matter of factly, and Kuina frowns at how easy it would be for him. She cares too much about you, even if she had seen you for the first time only a week ago.

"I can't just say that! What if she realizes I have a crush on her?" She would have yelled if they weren't in the lobby of the hotel, where people walk by all the time. You wouldn't, not yet, you had gone to a game a few minutes ago. Kuina watched you (and your gorgeous legs and your breathtaking ass) as you walked out of the door with your friends.

"Isn't that the point?" He asks with a small frown. He doesn't usually express emotions with his face but her logic is so flawed it really impacts him.

"Well, yeah, but I don't want to scare her away!" She emphasizes with her hands. Chishiya keeps his hands in his pockets, taking a deep breath to center himself before replying.

"Why would you scare her away? You have talked to her before, right?" He lifts an eyebrow just barely, and Kuina knows him well enough to know an expression from Chishiya doesn't come lightly. He's exasperated, dumbfounded at her logic.

"I have, yes!" She crosses her arms. Does she really come across as such a virgin to him? She's not completely helpless! He keeps silent, though, looking intently at her. He knows her guilty look and her guarded posture—she's not lying, but she's not telling the truth completely, either.

"Fine! I—We only talked a few times!" She throws her hands up, exasperated and annoyed at Chishiya's behavior. Sometimes, it felt like he knew her more than she knew herself.

"It was mostly small talk." She confesses, looking down, ashamed as it finally hits. She's completely and utterly in love with a girl who she only talked to five times, for a total of a whooping eleven minutes spent talking to you and around sixteen and a half hours of creeping after you. She counted.

"Kuina." Chishiya calls her, making Kuina look back up at him. Chishiya's calm and neutral face contrasts Kuina's worried and slightly pouty expression

"Just talk to her." Chishiya repeats, in a softer voice. She's way too whipped for you.

"Fine." She rolls her eyes, but she really appreciates Chishiya. She doesn't know what she'd do without his level-headed counsel. Never talk to you again, probably.

She finds you wandering the halls to your room, alone. You were very rarely not surrounded by your friends, talking and giggling, to the point of Kuina being too shy to interrupt to get a word in with you. She would never admit that she's too shy, though.

You spot her first, and your cool face (that looks like it was carved by the Gods, Kuina told Chishiya once) morphs into an excited expression. "Hey, Kuina!"

Kuina is surprised at this. You had never greeted her first, but, to be fair to her, she didn't think you ever paid attention to your surroundings, ever. She's seen you trip into everything from a couch to a bag to even the floor itself. She even saw you walk headfirst into a pillar, once, but of course she found it incredibly adorable.

"Hi." She leans against the wall and tries to be smooth, suave, like Chishiya, but she knows she's failed when you giggle as you walk up to her.

"I haven't seen you in a while." It's been two days and fourteen hours since the last time you saw her, she counted. "What are you up to?"

"Ah... Not much." She falters under your sweet, intense gaze. "I was about to get ready for the party tonight." Apparently, that was the right thing to say, because your smile gets even brighter and you gasp softly.

"Oh, are you coming tonight? I didn't see you at the party yesterday." Ah, so you were looking for her. Your comment gets a small blush out of her, but she wouldn't give this up for the world. She pretends to fix her hair and moves his head to the side to hide her blush.

"I am. So, you're also going to the party too? Do you want to get ready together?" She smiles, thanking whoever is watching from above for the golden opportunity that fell into her lap.

"Sure!" You accept, and Kuina thinks you're so close to jumping up and down from your excitement. She would be so flattered if you didn't act that way with literally everybody.

You grab her hand, a gesture that you didn't think twice about but she's sure she'll keep dreaming about for at least three whole weeks, and guide her to your room. Is this a dream?

You open the door, and it's nothing like the rest of the rooms in the hotel. It has... a pink armchair? that she's sure she saw in a furniture store a few blocks away, and the walls are full of posters of various musical groups and TV series. You managed to completely transform the room into your space in the week and a half you've been here.

You let go of her hand (she'll never wash her hand again) and make your way to the closet. You fling open the door, and she can see the amount of clothes that somehow neatly fit in the small closet. They're all sorted in categories, and there's even a small basket of accessories sitting next to the closet.

Her gaze, however, is drawn to what seems to be the "swimsuit" section. She had already figured out her favorite swimsuits from you—she likes the purple crop top with flowers and a gorgeous stringy bottom that accentuated her favorite parts from you, and especially loves the white one piece with a short skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination—but she'd burn them all if it means she'd get to see you in the animal print bikini that sits neatly on top of the pile. She thinks it's even a thong instead of the cheeky bottoms you usually wear. Holy shit.

"I don't know what I'm going to wear yet, do you?" You don't seem to notice her infatuation with the bikini as you keep sorting through what has to be dozens of swimsuits. This is her chance, but she has to play it cool. She can do that, right?

"Um, just what I'm wearing now." She shrugs, but freezes as you turn to look back at her. She can't help but look at the damn animal print bikini again.

"Really? You don't want to dress up a little?" Your shoulders sag just barely, disappointed. She never wants to see you disappointed again, so she nods. Who knows? Maybe you'll help her tie up the back... or vice versa.

"Sure, why not?" She smiles, and is so grateful you smile back at her. You turn back to the pile of swimsuits and throw a few in her general direction. She's disappointed to find the animal print bikini in the pile meant for her, but maybe she can turn it around.

"This would look so good on you." She summons the cheeriest voice she can manage and lifts up the bikini to your face, but you turn back and give her a small grimace.

"I don't know. I mean, I like it, but I'm not sure if it's my style, you know?" You make the cutest indecisive face she's ever seen, complete with a small pout, and takes a few seconds to commit your face to memory before responding.

"Have you tried it on yet, at least?" You shake your head. Bingo. She holds the bikini out towards you and you take it from her, walking to the bathroom to put it on. Would it be too much to ask to see you change in front of her? Probably.

You've been in the bathroom for about five minutes before Kuina hears an irritated loud sigh and a yell. "Kuina!"

She approaches the door. "Yeah?"

"Can you help me tie the back, please?" Her prayers have been answered. She doesn't waste a second and opens the door, being met with your soft, naked back, and your perky ass complimented by the literal string that you're wearing. She can even see your boobs in the mirror, barely covered by the triangles of your top. She's seen heaven, she can die a happy woman.

She takes a few seconds to admire you from the back, mouth open and everything, before stepping closer and placing her hands on your waist. She runs her hands up until they find the strings of your top. She makes sure to graze the sides of your chest, too.

"Thanks." You mutter when she ties the top of your bikini, turning around to face her in the small, cramped bathroom. "How do I look?"

Like the love of my life, she REALLY wants to say, but that would be creepy, and not at all smooth like she wants to come off with you, so she settles for running her eyes over your body for a few seconds before answering. "It looks good on you. Definitely your style."

You smile brightly, turning around and posing in front of the mirror, a treat for Kuina who's thankful you don't notice her staring straight at your ass. She's not going to turn down a free show from her future girlfriend... eventually.

"Oh, you're right." You smile brightly. "I look cute!"

She smiles back, nodding while staring unashamedly at your ass. It takes her a few seconds to find her voice, but when she talks, it's low and a little bit lustful. "You look gorgeous."

"You were right." You look back at her, and her eyes quickly flit to her face before you catch her staring somewhere else, but you don't notice.

"I think you'd look good in anything." The words escape before she can think twice about them, and her eyes widen in preparation. She was expecting a frown in your gorgeous face, a look of disgust, or a mocking laugh, but instead of being creeped out, you smile even brighter than before, even leaning into her just barely.

"You're so sweet, Kuina." Your voice is suddenly melodic, and she believes that this is similar to a siren song, a voice sailors would throw themselves into the sea after. Of course your voice could also turn her into a puddle, as if your body and face and expressions and smile and laugh weren't enough. "It's your turn to change now."

Before she can dissect your tone and words any longer, you push her back into the room in the direction of the pile of clothes currently sitting in your bed. You begin rifling through it, biting your lip in concentration in the most adorable way that makes her wish her phone worked so she could take a picture and keep it forever. You know, nothing too weird.

You hold up a deep blue bandeau bikini up to Kuina's body, imagining her in it, and it makes her sit up straight and blush under your careful and calculating gaze. You always take parties and dressing up very seriously, after all.

"This would look so cute on you, try it on!" You hand it to her, practically beaming. She has no choice but to walk to the bathroom, fulfill your whim and hope you never stop smiling like this for her. Cheesy.

She closes the door behind her, finally catching a breath. Looking at herself in the mirror, she notices a faint blush that travels from her chin to her cheeks and nose. Since when? Did you notice it, too? You have to be aware of her crush, right? You have to be messing with her... right?

The bandeau top feels heavy in her hands. Unfortunately, it doesn't have strings to tie up or brooch to clip, so she doesn't have an excuse to bring you into the bathroom and feel your soft hands all over her back, but she'll fantasize about it anyway.

When she tries your swimsuit on, somehow it fits her perfectly, too. Can't help but fantasize about being your girlfriend and sharing clothes, wearing matching swimsuits so everyone knows you're hers, holding your hand during every party and dancing together to all the romantic songs. Focus, Kuina!

She washes her face, trying to wipe her blush off (unsuccessfully) before she exits the room. Her nervous gaze meets your excited, glittering eyes, and you gasp excitedly.

"You look gorgeous." You state confidently. It seems so similar to what Kuina would say if she wasn't such a nervous wreck around you. Do you talk like this to everyone else, or are these words reserved just for her?

She can't help but smile and blush, tugging the top down just slightly, trying to see if it would catch your eye just like you always catch hers. "Thanks." She mumbles, soft and shy, so unlike the strong, confident girl she is with everyone else.

You turn around, making her smile drop for a few seconds as she loses sight of your face but finds your ass instead, and grab your makeup bag. Wait. Are you going to do her makeup?

She can't help but think of how great pornos are born this way. A girl straddling her friend's lap and doing her makeup is a recipe for sex. She knows her life isn't a movie, but if it was she hopes it's a homemade porn movie that was recorded on an old VHS.

You walk up to the room's desk excitedly, as if you knew what was currently going on in her mind and endorsed the dirty thoughts currently plaguing her brain.  "Can I do your makeup next?"

You can do everything you want to me, she'd say and sit down on the chair, placing her hands on your body as you straddle her lap. The makeup bag on your hands would be forgotten as you'd lean in and claim her mouth with yours, and—

"Sure." Her brain finally connects with her mouth, and it feels like her legs walk on their own and plop down on the chair. You give her another bright smile, but half her mind is still imagining all the possible scenarios where you'd end up tangled on the bed.

You climb on her lap with no warning. Holy shit. Kuina can't believe it. She can't believe how you're straddling her lap, even less as you grab her jaw so carefully. She holds her breath, and refuses to move even an inch in case it scares you away. She can feel your soft, collected breath on her own lips. You are so, so close to her. If only she could just lean in...

"I think you'd look great with some eyeliner." You pull away with a smile. Her expression is the complete opposite. Her eyes widen, and her lips curl down just barely like a pout. Once she can actually breathe, though, she catches a whiff of the soft perfume you must've sprayed on while she was changing in the bathroom. You're going to be the death of her.

You grab the eyeliner pen from your makeup bag, and tighten your grip on her jaw. She feels you tilt her head upwards. She'd let you grab her jaw any time, honestly.

"Close your eyes." You order, placing a soft finger next to her right eye. She obeys, obviously, because what else are you supposed to do when a pretty girl sits on your lap? and you carefully draw a soft line from her eye upwards. You complete the eyeliner on her other eye and tie off her look with lip gloss.

"Perfect." You smile, pulling away and letting her see the glamorous makeup that now adorns her face. She can't help but giggle in front of the mirror. Growing up, she never had a chance to do stereotypical feminine things, like getting ready with girlfriends for a party, so it was a welcome change of pace.

By the time you are finished with her and deem her appropriate to leave for the party, she has a whole face of makeup, sunglasses (even if it is 11p.m.), and a white sheer sarong wrapped around her waist.

The real head turner of the party, though, will be you. The platform sandals and the beach jewelry you're wearing are only the cherry on top, because she can't tear her eyes away from how your body looks on that stringy bikini.

She's almost too jealous to let anyone else see you in that ensemble, but it's too late: You're already pushing open the double doors and revealing the raging party around the pool and the bar. The music is deafening, and everyone is dancing except for one man.

You make your way to your group of friends before Kuina lays a hand on your arm, stopping you in your tracks. "Give me a second, I'll be right back."

You nod. "Come find me when you're done?"

Her heart warms. There are so many people in this party but you want to dance next to her. She smiles when you wave her away, even if she told you it'd be only a second.

She walks sheepishly towards Chishiya, knowing he saw them enter the party together. He's leaning against the wall of the building, once again his calm, collected demeanor a contrast to her nervous manner.

"So," She starts, nervously leaning onto one foot and then the other. "we got ready together."

"Uh huh." He hums, letting her continue. He had learned that, sometimes, it was better to let her talk and get everything out.

"But nothing happened. Not yet, at least. She straddled my lap! But it was just to do my makeup. Should I just have kissed her then? I feel like I lost my chance."

"I don't think that would have gone over well." He risks. What are the chances you're actually into her?

"So what should I do now?" She grimaces, her voice pure nervousness.

"Make the first move, make it clear you're into her." Kuina's mouth drops, and her eyes widen with disbelief.

"No! Not a chance. What if she's not into me?" Chishiya shrugs, further frustrating her.

"What if she is? What if you're just wasting time?" That makes Kuina pause. You wouldn't jump at the chance to spend so much time with her if you weren't interested, right?

Seizing the silence, Chishiya continues. "Just try not to be a creep. I've caught you following her around more than once." Kuina blushes, swatting her arm.

"Shh! Do you want everyone to know?" Her voice turns into a hushed whisper, looking around frantically for the source of her affection until she finds you. You're in the far back, near the speakers, dancing to your heart's content with your friends.

She realizes she's looked at you for far too long when Chishiya clears her throat in front of her. "Are you going to talk to her, or just stare?"

"What's your problem?" She sputters, turning to look back at him with a frown. All he gives her in return is a smirk, nodding in your direction.

"I'm going!" She sighs, making her way to you with uncertain steps. She weaves between groups of dancing people, playing with the sheer fabric on her waist nervously when she finally reaches your cheerful (and sexy) form, placing a timid hand on your back.

"Hey." She tries to act suave, but she's not sure her voice even reaches your ears from the loud music blasting from the speakers only a few feet away.

"Hey!" You don't stop jumping in time with the music, wrapping your arm around her waist and bringing her into your small circle of friends. The other girls greet her similarly, with smiles and waves, but none of them stop swaying their bodies to the beat.

Only a couple of songs play in similar fashion, dancing and yelling out the words, before you turn your head to the side, noticing Kuina seems stiff and nervous. "Hey! Do you need a drink?"

She looks at you, surprised you would even pay attention to her when so many people were looking your way tonight, men and women alike. "Sure!"

You wrap an arm around hers, treating her like one of your girlfriends, when you just met her a week ago. She's not complaining, she loves being dragged around by the arm by you, loves watching you in your natural habitat where you seem to be friends with just about everyone in the party.

The bar counter seems to be empty when you reach it, it's still pretty early in the night, but there's empty cans and empty bottles strewn around the ground next to the portable freezers. You slip behind the counter with a silly grin. "Pick your poison."

She laughs, sitting on one of the barstools and adopting a pensive look. "Hmm... What would you recommend?"

"Glad you asked!" You grab two glasses and a couple of bottles, sticking your tongue out in concentration as you prepare your drinks. After a couple of seconds of concentration, you pour in the two glasses a red drink, topping it off with straws and a thin slice of lime.

When she tastes her drink, it's surprisingly sweet, and tastes like strawberry. She looks up at you to find you studying her like she had been doing a few seconds prior. "What?"

"Nothing! What do you think of the drink?" You grab your glass, sipping it casually.

"It's sweet. I like it."

"Like you." She almost chokes on her drink, scanning your face for any signs of a joke or a prank, but you're only giving her a small, pure smile.

This is her chance. She leans in, her voice a hushed tone contrasting the loudness of your previous conversation. "Can we... talk?"

You lean in to catch her whispers, and your smile drops to a confused and worried expression. "Sure, what is it? Did something happen?"

"No, I... I just want to tell you something." She thinks it's pretty obvious, but you don't seem to realize the weight behind her words. You nod gently, grabbing her arm and leading her to a secluded corner where the music sounds faint and it doesn't smell of booze.

She plays with her fingers absentmindedly as she thinks of something to say, the next logical step, but your gaze is soft and understanding as you wait for her to talk. Taking a deep breath, she starts.

"I... Please just listen, don't say anything until I'm done, okay?" You nod, placing a hand on her shoulder and it burns her body, consuming her from the inside.

"I like you. A lot." She confesses, and her heart pounds on her chest so heavily she believes it's trying to escape and run into your arms, instead. It takes you a few seconds to process her words, and it makes her fear for the worst, but when you do, a smile blooms in your face so naturally all of her fears fade away.

"You like me? That's so cute!" You basically jump into her arms, wrapping them around her neck. *Cute?* She reels back, still wrapping her arms around your back, though. "Cute?"

You pull back, and for a moment she worries she said the wrong thing until you gather her face in your hands so delicately and press your lips to hers. It's so quick it doesn't give her any time to process or celebrate, and it leaves her lips tingling and her face burning. You pull away with a giggle so infuriating it makes her want to kiss you again.

"You're so cute." You smile teasingly, your own cheeks flushing a soft pink, but she can't bring herself to get angry at you when you look at her with such a romantic glint in your eyes.

She can't force a word out of her throat, so she just stares at your gorgeous features and your endless eyes that swallow her in so easily, and you stay trapped in each other for more than a few seconds.

It's you who breaks the silence, pulling her in by her cheeks until the tips of your noses touch. "Does this mean you're all mine?" causing her to laugh breathlessly.

"I've been yours since you came to the Beach."

By the time the morning arrives, you have already drunk two daiquiris, downed five shots of vodka, and sipped through one beer bottle. Kuina has no idea how you're still standing. You're holding onto her as you dance, and she's catching you every time you slip, only for you to continue dancing and jumping as if nothing happened.

She doesn't want to be a party pooper, but the sun is already shining through and a big number of people are leaving the party. You and your friends keep dancing, but she has to cut it short when you grab her hand and make a beeline to the bar now littered with used glasses and empty bottles.

"Baby," she tugs on your hand, what a privilege to be able to call you pet names to her heart's desire, "maybe you've had enough drinks, okay? You're going to have a hell of a headache in the morning."

"Come on!" You insist, tugging on her hand as she plants her feet and refuses to move. "Just one more before the party's over!"

"Alright, but I'll make you the drink." She gives in, letting you lead her triumphantly to the bar. She slips behind the bar, turning her back on you as she grabs a bottle of water and tops up a glass.

You're delighted when she presents your last drink of the night: a tall glass with a small umbrella and a thin slice of lemon hanging on the side. "What is it?"

"Vodka. But you're drinking it slowly, okay? No more chugging." She stops you before you can down the drink, with a stern look that truly expresses her confidence, so unlike the nervous girl she was with you before the kiss.

You nod, but the words are in one ear and out the other as you grab the glass and begin to chug. You freeze as you swirl the liquid around your mouth and notice how dull it is, nothing like the burn and sting you're used to. You pass it down your throat, but it doesn't leave a bitter reminder like vodka does.

"Are you sure this is vodka? It doesn't taste like it."

"It's vodka." She lies, a small smile playing on the edges of her lips. "I think you're too drunk to tell the difference."

"Am I too drunk?" You pause, taking another gulp of the mystery liquid and passing it around your mouth, but it doesn't feel or taste like vodka.

"You are." She answers carefully, making her way from behind the bar to you. "Maybe we should be getting to our rooms? The sun is rising already."

You hold onto her arm as soon as she steps within reach, looking up at the sky to find that the sun is peeking out from behind the tall building of the hotel. She holds you up with a strong arm around your waist, helping you up from the stool.

"Come on, it's morning already." She mutters, helping you walk towards the heavy double doors of the hotel, but you're mesmerized by the sight of the sunrise blooming over the building.

Inside the reception, everything is silent. There's no usual buzz of people walking by, or talking and laughing, everyone's taking a much needed nap after the party. You should probably do the same, Kuina reminds you as she basically drags you through the corridors, but you can't hear much, encapsulated by the sound of her voice to really pay attention to what she's saying.

She walks you to the door to your room, taking the keys from your purse and opening the door. You take a few drunken steps before you notice she isn't following, looking back at her with puppy eyes practically begging her to come in with you.

She sucks in a breath, but she doesn't think she'll ever be immune to your charms, so she steps in and closes the door behind her. You draw her into you like a magnet, and gathers you in her arms as soon as she steps within reach.

"Come on, you're too drunk." She moves her face to the side to avoid your kiss, walking you to the bed with her arms around your waist.

"Why don't you want to kiss me?" You whine, falling back on the bed and taking her with you. Her eyes widen, and she plants both hands on the bed to prevent falling on top of you. She freezes, looking at the universe through your eyes, before you tug her in and meet your lips with hers.

Surrendering to the addictive feel of your kisses, Kuina leans into you, pressing you against the bed. She'll make out with you for a while, she thinks, it's only fair that she give in a little after just how much heartache you caused her. When you're satiated, she'll let you sleep.

Naive of her to think she could pull away from your incessant kisses, especially when you mumble something between kisses in such a breathy tone of voice, and even worse when you start biting her bottom lip and sucking in her tongue.

You do push her away after a few minutes of the intense make out, but it's only to sit up on the bed and untie your bikini. Kuina doesn't have time to think about how perfect your tits are after imagining them so much before you pull her in.

It's exactly the push she needs to bury her face in your chest, sucking and biting your nipple like a starved woman, while her other hand cups your neglected tit and pinches your peak.

The alcohol erases everything from your mind other than Kuina, how her touch makes you feel, what you want her to do to you, and you whine out as you arch your back in the direction of her touch.

While she busies herself on your chest, you whine and moan and tug on her top, oblivious of the people in the neighboring rooms. "Kuina, I need you!"

She half expects someone to pound on the shared wall and yell at them to quiet down, but she's not going to let this opportunity go to waste. She pulls away only to slip off her top, hurrying back to your reach as if it hurts to be away for long. She can feel how drenched her bikini bottoms are getting, her biggest fantasy coming to life, but she knows you wouldn't mind when you got them back.

"I'm here." She breathes out, manhandling your body so you lay down on the bed with her strong muscles, wrapping your legs around her waist. All the while, she lifts up your face and nips at your neck, licking and biting up your sweet taste.

Untying your bikini bottoms and hers, she throws them away, and you can't do anything but take it when she presses her dripping pussy against yours. Her clit catches on yours and it makes her let out a specially needy moan.

"You have no idea how—ah!—long I've wanted to have you like this." She moans, burying her face in your neck. You rest your head back against the bed, eyes closed and eyebrows knitted together, silent except for the occasional whine.

"I can't b-believe how *good* you—ngh!—feel against me..." She stutters and mumbles, her brain turned to mush from how you followed her hips with yours.

For a few minutes of pure pleasure, the room turns into a mix of noise; The squelch of her pussy grinding against yours, the sinful noises that were spilling out of Kuina's lips, your constant but low whines following the rhythm of Kuina hips, and the mild banging of the bed against the wall.

Wrapping your arms tightly around Kuina's shoulders, you refuse to let her go or pull away, and lean in to let out a borderline pornographic moan in her ear starring her name.

She's embarrassed, humiliated, when that moan makes her cum so suddenly, staining your lower body in white and a section of your sheets. Her legs feel like jelly from the rhythmic grinding, and she moans out your name in a similar fashion, but she doesn't stop moving her hips to help you reach your release.

"B-Baby..." She grunts out, her voice broken and choppy. One shaky hand reaches down to find your clit, while the other grabs and tilts up your jaw, ensuring access to your neck.

"Kuina..." You babble as her thumb rubs shaky but sure circles on your clit, working you up to completion, while her mouth sucks and bites on your skin only to soothe the sting with passes of her tongue.

"That's it, baby... Cum for me." You dig your manicured nails on her back, and she never knew pain could feel so good. You shake, arch your back, anything to grind into her fingers but run away from them at the same time.

"Kuina!" You scream out as you cum all over her fingers, and she redoubles her efforts to help you ride your high. Only a few seconds later, though, you thrash weakly and curl into yourself as she lets you go.

"How are you feeling?" She wraps her arms around your back, and you can feel her heavy breaths on the back of your neck. You let out a soft hum in reply, and she twists her body to drop a sweet kiss on your cheek.

She runs a few soft fingers on your navel, as a form of comfort, and it makes you shiver and cuddle back closer to her warm form. Grabbing one of the blankets that were tossed around, she covers the both of you, whispering soft words in your ear. "Sweet dreams, baby."

this is sending me he does not fw with that man

The shit tatta was pulling every time niragi spoke

new alice in borderland season 2 stills

“we’re lesbians?” - my girlfriend ☹️

aib vs. i want a baby.

⪧ niragi suguru,

⪧ chishiya shuntaro,

⪧ hikari kuina,

⪧ yuzuha usagi,

⪧ daikichi karube,

⪧ ryohei arisu,

⪧ sunato banda,

wing-woman! || arisu x reader x usagi xo

[1.7k words.] [Warning: Smut, threesome, double cowgirl, light praise, use of alcohol. Not really sure how I feel about this one, but oh well, it exists now.]

"Be careful." Usagi whispered, before giggling at her boyfriend's desperation. He rose a glass to his lips, and tipped the cool substance down his throat. He then pulled himself away and exhaled loudly. Usagi laughed some more, her arm stretched toward the taller male. Her fingers brushed against his bare arm, and I couldn't help but smile. Proudly. It was my well-earned job to push these lovebirds together, even if that meant adding a little more fun to the situation. As a friend to both of them, I had been introduced to their separate rants on how they yearned for the other, but were too shy to begin. Now that's where I come in.

"Ah, you guys are so cute!" I exclaimed, leaning over to grasp the glass from Arisu's fingertips. It slipped from his clenched wrist, and I rose the same container to my mouth. Usagi shook her head. Letting her dark hair shake. However, condescending to her action, her face had been decorated with a small smile, and a faint blush. Perhaps it could have been the alcohol. I flicked my gaze over Arisu, and almost choked on the frothy liquid. I moved away the glass and laughed at his reddened face. His ears were tainted the same colour.

"You are!" I pushed on. I handed the half-empty glass to Usagi, who cautiously took it in her hand. She glanced at the liquid, brows furrowing slightly. "Come on, babe.." Arisu spoke, rubbing at the girl's back. Her eyes widened and her lips parted. Shock greeted her features and I suppressed the urge to laugh. "Oh...okay." She bit her lip, raising the glass and taking a large swig.

I lifted my arms and cheered, triggering Arisu to follow my action. She lowered the cup and flashed the boy a toothy grin. He reciprocated, before pulling his palm up, and setting it softly on her cheek. Her skin burned with flusterment. Their features softened, and I watched as their smiles fell before his lips clashed against hers.

I raised my brows at the sudden movement, and crossed over my leg. My hand took hold of the cup in Usagi's grasp, and I allowed her to wrap her arms around his long neck. I lifted the glass and took a sip, nodding in approval at their actions. Pride filled me.

I was minding my own business when a gentle whimper slipped from Usagi's lips. I raised my head and blinked. They were much closer now. Her body pressed against his, as she rocked on his hips. Both legs either side of his, as they tongued each other's mouths. "Yeah.." I breathed, setting the cup down. "I'll leave you two to it." I smiled and stood up, only for Usagi to grip my wrist, and fuck, she was strong. Her fingers dug into my skin, and I looked down in shock, before meeting her desire-filled gaze. "Please.." She whispered. Her tone implying she was just slightly embarrassed with her state. "Stay.."

"I don't want to interfere." I explained, near giving in to her doe eyes. Arisu moved his hands from her back, to her hips. He rested them there and set his gaze on my form. He trailed his sight across my figure. Taking in my bikini, and the exposed skin as a result of the outfit. "You.." He paused, thinking over his question. "You could join in?"

I froze, and the question circled my brain. Every part of me tensed, and I opened my mouth to speak. However the words to answer his ask had been caught in the back of my throat. I helplessly watched Usagi turn to her boyfriend. She nodded firmly, agreeing with his idea before gifting me a cute grin. "Please join in."

I contemplated. Sucking on my lower lip as the couple eyed me. I had never intended for this to happen, but their pleading gazes set something off within me. "You guys really drank a lot, huh.." I muttered. "Are you sure?"

Before I could continue, my waist was handled, and my body was brought closer to the girl's in front of me. Usagi pressed her lips on mine, and at first my eyes grew. Though as she lightly moved her mouth against mine, and licked the delicate skin, I couldn't help but melt into it. She stroked the flesh on my hips, and I licked at her lower lip in return. Her mouth parted and I hungrily slipped my tongue in.

Mixed with the alcohol, the lust drifting in my mind gave me a confidence I wouldn't have been able to muster otherwise. My thighs rubbed, and arousal dripped against the fabric of my bikini. Usagi gently pulled away, looking directly at me with glimmering eyes. Her lips were glistening and I swiped mine unintentionally. My eyes then met Arisu's. They were wide and awe-filled, and when he caught me staring he swallowed. "May I kiss you?" He asked, his timidity surfacing in his voice.

I blinked before lowering my head into a frantic nod. He smiled sweetly and I moved myself, so that my legs straddled his, instead of Usagi's. I felt his thin body squirm beneath mine, and his chest began to rise quickly. Something twitched beneath his shorts, and I went out of my way to grind down on it. He moaned quietly, and I cut the lewd sound off with my lips. He gasped into the kiss, while hastily gripping my thighs. He pushed me down against his hard cock, as I flicked my tongue against his.

Our bodies tangled in this sensual act, and our mouths moved. Our hands gripped and tugged, as if we couldn't get enough of each other's taste. Usagi moved herself behind the brunette, and she lowered her chin. She began peppering the boy's jaw with soft, gentle kisses. He swallowed and I pulled away, breaking the string of saliva that attached us. My fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt, and I flattened my palm against his chest, before pushing him down against the bed. Usagi knelt by his head, and I remained on his thighs.

My hips rocked and he groaned softly. His slender fingers met the skin of my waist, and I raised myself. Brushing my palm across his erection. His eyes closed and I smirked in satisfaction, squeezing lightly and igniting a breathy moan. "Y/n.." He whispered. Face a mix of pleasure and bliss. "Do you like this?" I questioned, squeezing more. I ran my hand over the fabric of his shorts, and felt the strain his cock caused to his boxers. His face turned red and he nodded silently. "Mm...want to be inside you.." He mumbled, words slightly slurred.

I smiled and lifted my hips higher. As I did so I carefully took his cock from beneath his clothes. It leaked and twitched against the cold air, causing my pussy to pulse. I positioned it and eagerly set myself up. Gliding his wet tip between my folds. I ached for him, and lowered myself, dropping my jaw as his dick filled me. Usagi watched with curious eyes. Flicking her vision over the way I slid down against him. How his cock imprinted my stomach, and twitched against my folds.

She unknowingly whimpered, pushing her upper legs together in a desperate attempt for friction. Arisu whined, bucking up against my walls. His hair was tousled, and his knuckles were white from gripping my waist. "Usagi.." He suddenly spoke. "I..I want to taste you.."

The girl took two fingers and hooked them over her shorts. She eagerly pulled them down, before tossing them to the side. Usagi turned and lifted herself over the boy's head. Her thighs landed either side of him, and she positioned her heat against his tongue. I watched in admiration, as she lowered herself, letting his long tongue flick against her sensitive clit. I witnessed her eyes roll, and her lips part to let out a string of moans. "Arisu, yes.." She breathed, head tilting. The boy gripped her thighs and pulled her further down. His tongue swiped through her folds before moving to poke deeper.

I trailed my arms up his lean stomach, and set my hands on his chest - leaning forward, so that his cock could press further. I watched him groan against Usagi's clit, and the girl cried out, moaning softly at the contact. His cock throbbed and I clenched around his shaft. Moaning at each bounce I took on his dick. "You feel so good..." I whimpered, praising the boy beneath me.

It wasn't long before Usagi began stuttering out Arisu's name. She dropped forward, holding his chest for support as she came on his tongue. He groaned and her eyes flickered as she moaned through her high. Grinding back on his wet tongue, as it swiped across her clit. My stomach erupted at the sight, and the combination of their lewd moans caused me to tighten and cum on his thick cock. Arisu threw his head back, bucking his own hips up to meet my g-spot once more. His whiny cries filled my ears, and soon enough, his cock was twitching desperately. Usagi's half-lidded eyes met mine, and in a moment of desire, I leant forward and kissed her. She kissed back, raising her hands to grope at my breasts. Her skilled fingers pinched and squeezed my nipples, before I pulled away and averted my attention back towards Arisu.

I lifted my pelvis from his own, and let his hardened dick hit his lower stomach. I rested between his slightly spread legs, and wrapped my palm around his base. I raised my hand over his veins and dropped it again. Jerking the boy off before allowing him to cum. His white seed shot out against his stomach. Decorating the skin in white stripes. He moaned loudly at the feel of his orgasm, before the sound was muffled by Usagi's pussy. She rolled her hips against his tongue to quiet his pleasure. My mouth opened and I took a lick up his pulsing dick, cleaning his pretty little cock with my tongue. "What a good boy.." I praised, planting a kiss on the tip. "We should do this more often.." I suggested, and Usagi smiled, catching her breath back as she lowered her head and closed her glossy eyes. 

Usagi: My future boyfriend must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Arisu: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to his knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Usagi: That one. I want that one.

real it will be the death of me 😭😭

literally need any aib wlw fics that are centred on the wlw couple like idc what couple it is but ao3 has about 10 focused on anyone but mlm