Two dominant assholes ~ Niragi x fem o/c

NINETEEN: Hallway dramatics

YOU GUYS - WE'RE SO ALMOST AT 100 VOTES EEEEEE
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"So come onnnn, oh sunny days are onnnn," my voice crackles with every slow pace I take, echoing off the bare walls. I really don't want to see Niragi right now. It's so embarrassing. It shouldn't be, but it is.

I'm quite literally dragging my feet.

I mean, where do I even go? Where will he be by now?

"In for gooood times it's aaaaalright, so get ready to goooo, such a goood life, h-"

"AIKA??"

Oh dear Lord.

I cease my limping and turn as slowly as humanly possible, wincing slightly.

His lips moving against mine, my fingers tangled in his hair as he whispers promises into my mouth.
NO STOP THAT.

I raise my eyes slightly, and there he is. Standing tall, devastatingly pretty eyes glaring daggers into my soul.

I think I'm in love. This is not good.

He advances, and I stare dumbfounded at him, until i realise what he's about to do. He stops inches away from me, and raises his hand, but by this time, I know what's coming next. He goes to ram me against the wall, but I grab his wrist, and twist him so his weight works against him and he ends up pinned under me.

"Stop trying to be a toxic alpha male."

"Oddly kinky, but I'll take it." He grins, looking down on me. He's not even attempting to move, although he could send me sprawling in less than a second.

I frown at him, releasing my hold.

"Now back to the matter at hand," he says sternly, brushing himself off and stalking towards me, eyes narrowed. Concerned for my life now, I back away slowly, hands up. Just because we kissed one time, doesn't mean he's not gonna 'decorate the walls with my brain' as earlier stated.

"Why would you run off like that?" He asks quietly.

Somehow this is more pants-pissing scary than any shouting could be. Especially now I'm backed up against the opposite wall, with him looming over me, tall enough to block out the goddamn lights.

"Like what?" I squeak, trying to get the wall to absorb me.

I try to slip under his arm like that time in the elevator, but he grabs my wrist and whirls me around. My breath catches in my throat as our eyes clash with one another. Guess I can't run from my problems this time. Shame.

"Woman, you left me standing in that dingy cupboard with the craziest hard-on, with some bald samurai and not even a 'goodbye'." He rages.

I snort, picturing the scene.

His face scrunches in anger, which I find oddly endearing, until I realise he's about to swing for my face. I duck just in time. I stay folded over for a second, letting the anger rise in me, before it all explodes to the surface.

How dare he.

"YOU BITCHASS WHORE MOTHERFUCKER GET YOUR GREASY HANDS OFF ME!" I burst out, straightening up to see his startled expression. Good. Be startled.

"I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN, YOU THINK VIOLENCE MAKES UP FOR YOUR TINY ASS DICK? WELL IT DOESN'T. NOW GOODBYE YOU WEASLE FACED MORON." I add, really getting into it now I can finally let all my rage out.

I start to power-walk past Niragi's dropped jaw, but he seems to come to his senses moments before my escape, grabbing me again by both shoulders.

He looks deep into my eyes, radiating confusion, "What did I do? Why are you so angry?"

My stomach drops. He did not.

He thinks he can just use weaker people as punching bags and sex machines and then prance off like he owns everything and everyone? I don't think so.

"You're... such an... arrogant... idiot," I say through clenched teeth, punching him in the stomach every few words. His grip loosens, and he hunches a little, to my delicious satisfaction.

But, surprisingly, Niragi doesn't let go, instead he draws me closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me like a steel cage so I can't do much damage.

"Aika, stop."

I'm now squished against his chest, arms trapped under me. I glare up at him, and he blinks slowly back, unsure what to do. I start to struggle, but his grip just tightens so all the breath is squeezed out of my lungs.

Eventually I give up, letting out a big sigh and lolling my head onto his chest. Niragi buries his face in my hair, and I freeze. He doesn't stop though, starting to rub patterns onto my back. His touch burns through my thin sports bra to the extent it feels like he's branding me.

"Sorry." I whisper after an eternity, shame coursing through my veins.

I was a little over the top.
At least he got the point though.

"That's ok darling, I know you're just angry because I'm a better kisser than you are." Niragi laughs, the vibrations in his chest relaxing all tension in my jaw.

He's such a rat. He literally stole my first kiss.

"You're such a pain Niragi."

"And you love me, so that must make you a masochist." He replies smoothly.

"Fuck you," I say, keeping my face against his shirt so he can't see my smile.

"When?"

That makes me pause. I retract my head away from him so he can see my 'bitch, the fuck?' face, which he seems to find more amusing than anything else. It did make my heart sink a little though, knowing that's all he wants from me.

"Awh don't look at me like that," Niragi taunts.

I go to break our hug, until I'm stopped by Niragi diving forward and planting a soft kiss on my lips. My whole face tingles at the contact, and I resist the urge to touch where he did, then he takes my hand smoothly, and drags me along.

"Where are we going?" I ask, curiosity now drowning out my urge to kiss him again, harder.

"I need to show you something." He just replies, to my annoyance.

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This man could stand on me and I'd thank him-

Off topic, but I had a coughing fit in assembly today when no one else was making any noise and it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my entire life. I wanted to actually hurl myself off the Eiffel Tower.
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