Alice In Borderland OneShots

Niragi - After care - ♦️/♥️

Niragis POV:

I was currently on top of her. Earlier, I took her up to our room. I was jealous. Some guy was flirting with MY love — and his hands were on her. I don't fucking tolerate it.

She was on my bed. In nothing but my t shirt and underwear. I stripped everything else off her precious little body. God. It infuriated me. Who the fuck did that guy think he was touching her. I still remember the damn things he said. The audacity he had to complement her while I was right there. And he still hit on her.

My hands were holding her wrists down, above her head. She was completely under my control. I could do absolutely anything I wanted to her.

And of course, we discussed boundaries as we always did. And we discussed our safe word. Usually we just use the word 'stop.' And that's what we decided tonight. Its nice and simple, and we both take that word very seriously.

My hands traced up under her shirt as I grabbed her breasts gently, causing her to squirm. "So sensitive..." I hummed and lifted her shirt, running my tongue over her breast, hearing her moan. "Mmh..~"

I'll admit, I was being way more aggressive than I usually was. She still seemed to be fine and didn't use the safe word, even after I questioned if she was alright, so I continued.

Though, I did stop in between to give her breaks.

My hands traced down to take off the rest of her clothes, she looked absolutely stunning.

"My gosh, baby. Do you understand how beautiful you look right now?" She shook her head. "Fuck, I would worship you." My lips brushed her bare body, I kissed all over her.

My hand slid down between her legs as I pleasured her with my hand. She moaned freely, her sounds a symphony. God, I fucking need her.

"What do you want, doll? Do you want me to fuck you? Hm?" She nodded eagerly through pants. "Mmh...~"

————————-

I held her underneath me as I used my mouth and fingers to pleasure her most sensitive spots, hearing her moans, pleads and begs wanted me to do more. So I did. I did so much more to her.

My hands had touched every inch of her that night, and so did my mouth. I did just what she wanted me to do. I did her. Although, I was a little too rough.

Sweat dripped down the both of us as I held her underneath me, I groaned and put my head down, praising her. "Thats a good girl, thats it...you can take it..." She was doing so well for me. She shivered and cried out in pleasure underneath me, but at some point, her nails dug into my skin, as she cried out in pain instead.

"N...Niragi—-Please, I...I...can't—..." She trembled underneath me as she whispered out the word "stop." I did. I did just that. I stopped everything I was doing. I got off of her and sat up, cupping her face as my hand stroked her cheek.

"Fuck, did I hurt you? Was I too rough? I'm so sorry, baby. I'll make it better, I promise." I immediately scooped her up, frowning when she hissed at my hands lifting her up.

Goddamn it.

I sat her delicate body on the sink, watching her legs tremble from the overwhelming pleasure she was receiving. I set her a warm bath, I slid on my boxers and grabbed her pain killers, a bottle of water, and I plugged in her heating pad next to our bed. I rushed back into the bathroom. "I'm here, doll. I'm here." I reassured her as I sat her in the tub. I took off my boxers again and got in the tub with her, pulling her against my chest as I stroked her hair.

"My good girl...you're my good girl...gosh, you did so well for me...you always do...." I praised her continuously, meaning every word.

I wet her hair and began scrubbing her hair with shampoo, being very careful with her hurt body.

"B...But I-...I said stop and- Y...you weren't done-" She dared to say, a tear slipping down her cheek. My eyes widened a little. I felt as if I had failed her.

"Baby..." Fuck.

I sighed slowly, more of me taking a deep breath — I made sure the sigh didn't sound like I was irritated, because I wasn't.

"Doll...I don't EVER want to hear those words come out of that pretty little mouth of yours, do you understand? I don't ever want you to feel like you can't tell me to stop — or to not use our safe word. It's called a 'safe word' for a reason. I want you to feel safe with me. At all times." I assured her. I rinsed her hair and scrubbed it with conditioner.

When I rinsed her hair, shielding her forehead from the soap that was being rinsed from her head — I lifted her chin so she met eyes with mine. "Do you understand?" I said sternly, wanting to get my point across.

She nodded. I didn't want a nod. I wanted to hear her say it. "I'll ask again. Do. you. understand?" I wasn't trying to be a douche, I wanted and needed her to understand that aftercare and using safe words doesn't equal weakness. If anything it makes her stronger.

"What do I always tell you, baby girl?" I hummed and washed her body delicately, rinsing that off too.

"...To use my words...." She whispered softly,
loud enough for me to hear.

I gently pat her head and nodded. "Yes! Thats my girl. Use your words, my sweet girl. I need to hear what you want...And if you want me to stop, I want you to tell me..and I promise...I will never ever get mad at you for that. In fact? I'm proud." I praised again, lifting her out of the tub as I dried off her body and helped her get changed into shorts and one of my oversized hoodies.

I lifted her up gently and carried her to my bed after I also got changed, cradling her in my arms as the heating pad gave her relief. I whispered praise to her until she fell asleep.

My good girl.