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The Kings Assassin

Pairing: Oikawa x Fem Reader (Minors do not engage)

Genre: Fantasy Au, Smut

Warnings: Heavy sexual content including: Oral sex, foreplay, vaginal sex, dom Oikawa mention of blood and minor knife play (lightly writing name on skin, no real damage) fighting.

Summery: The King is in search for an assassin, Oikawa and y/n are the finalists in the competition that determine who will gain that position and reek the benefits that come with it. Through out the competition despite not linking each other they reluctantly worked together to get to this position. The final challenge to assassinate the opponent has not been announced and to their own demise they both have acquired feelings for each other. But with both of them having high stakes on the line as to whether they win or lose the competition will their feelings for each other be enough to find a way out or will they be each other's end?

Word Count: 4,205

Authors Note: So this is a story that I will be developing into a fanfiction, if you are curious follow me to stay updated

You let your eyes momentarily examine Oikawa, he had been dressed in a beautiful velvet overcoat, the colour of oblivion. Threads of gold perfectly decorated his arms, beginning thick at the cuffs, spreading out evenly the further up the arm they went. His petticoat was also black with small hints of gold, not enough to distract the loud jacket that he wore but it was enough to compliment it. This carried on through to the pressed trousers that clung tightly to his muscular legs. You quickly looked away realising where your eyes had been lingering, you heard him chuckle lowly and nothing infuriated your soul more.

Before you could say anything in repose the King stood from his throne.

“Welcome” King Ushijima’s voice boomed, but he was looking directly at the two of you. Something about the coldness in his eyes made your heart stop. Up until now the King had not shown his face to the announcements of each competition, always one of his advisers instead. You looked toward Oikawa surprised to find him looking incredibly serious, jaw clenched. You fiddled with your fingers, playing with the bulky rings that weighed them down in hopes of lessening your nerves.

“Tonight we celebrate our finalists. Look toward them, take them in. They have both endured extreme conditions that others could not. Have proved themselves timelessly of their worthy position as my Assassin”. The king was notoriously known as a cruel and heartless king, but you couldn't help but to hold your head high in triumph and pride at the king's claims. You and Oikawa had almost died several times, you had both reluctantly helped each other to get to this place. You had both become heartless killers and had taken the lives of many competitors where the environments had not yet claimed them first.

“Come forth” he said, a cold fury burnt in his Hazel eyes, every fibre in your body screamed to run but his eyes trapped you forcing your legs to take on one reluctant step after the other. Oikawa’s stiff body mirrored your own. You both took your seat at a large Oak table, carved with markings of the ancient world. It spread the length of the hall, arching towards the ends. The two of you moved towards your seats, covered in bright cherry red velvet fabrics and frames that looked to be made of pure gold. However they paled to the middle one, the Kings seat, grand and majestic like his throne. But instead of being red it was encompassed by darkness.

“Thank you all for being here today”. The king's voice filled the hall, echoing off the expanse walls made of pure marble, thin cracks lined in gold. “Tonight I announce the final challenge” he turned to look at you and Oikawa.

“Rise”. King Ushijima commanded, the words reverberating in your bones throwing you into motion. You didn't like the power he held in his words, something twisted in your stomach as you tried to hide the tremor of fear as you rose to your feet.

“For the final challenge, my remaining champions shall assassinate each other. What better way to find out who is worthy as my assassin than to have the most talented killers of this land have their way with each other”.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. How you managed to keep on your own two feet, you weren’t sure. You were thankful for the bountiful layers in your dress that hid your hands which betrayed your cold ferocious gaze from the prying eyes that watched you both intently as if waiting for a reaction, waiting to see if either of you would break. You ignored the itch to look at Oikawa, chastising yourself at how pointless that would be, of course he wouldn't care. In fact he was probably plotting his demise for you right now, relishing in the way his preferred dagger will feel against your throat. He was a killer, so were you - cold, feral killer who will not be broken.

The rest of the meal was a haze, barely able to fit a single bite in your mouth. Despite how many times you remind yourself of who you were, you couldn't face the idea of murdering Oikawa. Guilt coiled inside of you remembering your sister’s last words.

“Do what you must to get close to him, do what you must to be the Kings end”.

You felt frozen, trapped in the memory of your sister before her eyes had fluttered closed. You closed your eyes and took in a long breath through your nose before shooting them open once more.

Oikawa must die.

Back in your quarters you stood watching the fire that had been prepared for you. The rules were simple, at the break of dawn marks the beginning of the final challenge, one of us must be dead by dawn the next morning.

Despite knowing that the challenge did not begin until morning, you still slept with your favourite dagger next to you - in the moments that you had been able to sleep at least. Even though you had boarded any of the doors for precautions, you still woke up before the sun rose. Deciding that it was pointless trying to get any more sleep you opted instead to dress yourself appropriately. Gone was the glamorous dress that accentuated your body leaving you exposed and vulnerable, you now wore plain clothes. Dark and simple, Oikawa knew what you looked like, had studied you - your only chance of having the upper hand would be to disappear into the shadows until nightfall. Physically he was dominant, worked well in close combat, as did you, but the way he moved almost as one with his blade looked like a dance like it was second nature to him. Up until now the two of you hadn’t had to go against each other, you shuddered at the thought of what he would do to you, though in that time you had studied him well. With a sigh of relief you tried to reassure yourself that you had watched him enough to feel confident in predicting his moves. That's what you were good at, you were good at reading people and your own agility worked well to defend yourself until you had a clear understanding of your opponent.

Dawn broke and the golden sun seeped through the glass window panes illuminating your quarters, with that you finished arming yourself off with your dagger, the one that had belonged to your sister and left. For the most part you didn't expect to see Oikawa still in his room, but regardless you tried with the small sense of hope that he had let himself slip up and was still asleep. The bed was empty and already made, you scanned the room, there was no sign of him. You presumed that nothing major would happen until nightfall, after all you were the two remaining champions for all intended purposes you were the most talented players to try and attack each other under the sun would be suicide for the both of you. Instead you opted to roam the halls until you found a safe haven you could lie in, checking your surroundings hesitantly for any signs that you were being followed.

For the rest of the day your body was on high alert, flinching for your dagger had become instinctual to each snap of doors opening and shutting, the mumbles of servants passing through the halls. You will yourself to calm down taking solitude in the fact that until sundown there was no reason to be worrying. You peaked out of your hiding spot, peering into the halls once more, though now the castle was concealed in darkness with only the small flickering lanterns as your and protection. You slipped through the shadows undetected looking for clues that would indicate where your opponent would be hiding. The castle was large and with many places hidden from the prying eyes that one could conceal themselves in. You tried to remember anything that Oikawa could have said that would show any attestation that could reveal where he is. Amidst though you heard something, it was quiet but you hear the steps down the halls. To anyone else, they may not have realised he was near or there at all, but after months of being with him and having to analyse who was coming, if they were a threat to you or not, you had become well acquainted with the sound of his footsteps.

Good you thought, let him come to me.

With a smirk you flicked your blade into your hand and braced yourself for what was to come. You waited in the shadows pressing your back against the walls.

“Well, well, well” a voice who belonged to no other than Oikawa chuckled lowly as he stepped out into the light, your blade already at his throat. “Why aren’t you finishing me of y/n” he smirked, pressing his neck against the blade, a small tinge of blood began to seep out.

Oikawa winked at you, earning a scoff from yourself.

“I want to savour this” you stared blankly, hoping to God that your voice wouldn’t betray you.

Oikawa sniggered “Makes two of us, I would like to savour every bit of you sweetheart”.

Enough was enough, in that moment you drove your dagger towards his neck but Oikawa was one step ahead ducking sharply before connecting his elbow into your stomach. You lost your balance colliding into a door bursting open into a dark room, the impact of his elbow and the hard wooden surface shocked you. The room was empty and you both circled each other like animals of prey, waiting to strike for their kill. Not once losing sight of his steps you watched him with a predatory gaze, analysing his movements and your surroundings hoping that something in the empty room could give you some kind of leverage over him.

“What’s the matter?” his voice filled the bare room echoing off the stone walls. “Look, I don’t want to kill you” the crack of vulnerability in his voice left you shocked, immediately grateful that the darkness of the room concealed your face to some degree.

“Bullshit!” you exclaimed, throwing a shuriken towards him, the hiss that left his lips indicated that you’d made a hit. Oikawa went quiet and so had his footsteps, for the first time you’d lost sight of him, clouds covered the beaming rays of the moonlight and now they stood in complete darkness. You steadied your breathing, waiting for a noise.

A small shuffle came from behind you. Got you, you smirked, but before you could imbed your dagger into his chest his hand gripped your wrist, his other arm wrapping itself around your neck.

“Nice try princess, but I have gotten to know you quite well. You're not the only one who’s been observing” his breath was hot against your ear, every hair on your body stood on end, his chest was firmly pressed against you. His hand was firm against your wrist tightening with each passing second, you winced at the pain refusing to let your weapon drop on the floor, but his strength was like no other. The tingling sensation of your hands becoming numb ran along your fingers - you were forced to let go. With one swift movement he kicked the weapon away from you while bringing your arms behind your back to stop you attempting to reach for any others. You were trapped, you breathed in slowly remaining calm before you knocked your head against his chin with all the brute force you could muster.

“Bitch!” he yelled clutching his chin in anguish. In the moment of the commotion you took the opportunity to grab his own dagger, pushing him firmly against the wall. You heard his head smack aggressively against the stone making you wince slightly. You brought your dagger to his throat once more.

“You’re going to assassinate me with my own prized possession, now that is low. Even for you princess”. You couldn't stand his arrogance, you had his life in your hands and yet he acted as though you wouldn't push the dagger into his throat. It infuriated you because you knew that deep down inside of you, you knew he was right.

“Shut the fuck up” you growled.

“You know how I know you wont kill me” he mocked, lifting one of his hands to your own, his large hand gently encompassing yours, but not moving your hand down, he kept it there helping you guide the blade. “If you truly wanted me dead” he leaned into your ear. “I would be dead by now” his lips were on your neck forcing your eyes to flutter close, releasing a small gasp. His lips continued to trail down your neck across your jaw.

“Like I said” he muttered along your skin “I don’t want to kill you”.

His arms snaked around your waist twisting your body so your back was now against the wall. You were faintly aware of the loud clang of metal that hit the stone concrete as he lifted your hands above your head. Your heart pounded hard against your rib cage, feeling as though you might combust and fall apart in his hands.

Maybe he didn't want to kill me, but you were sure he would be the end of you. You hated that he made you feel this way, that he could make you forget about the promises you’d made, you tried to push against your desires that were clawing to rip free - but you couldn’t. He snared you in his trap. Finally giving in your lips connected in one powerful blow, he let go of your hands bringing them to your face bringing you closer to him closing every inch between the two of you until you had become one. Your lips moved in unison with his, they felt soft and hot against you, with each movement becoming rougher; it electrified your soul as if you were being brought to life for the very first time. Your hands clawed at his hair and you felt him growl into your mouth, the cool touch of the wall seeped through the fabrics of your clothes pressing you further against it. You moaned out in response to his hands exploring your body.

“Please” you breathed out desperately.

Oikawa pulled back from you, the intensity in his eyes making you want to retract into your self as if his gaze could see into your soul, see the feelings you had for him, see the conflict that lay there. There was no amusement, he almost looked sincere.

He whispered, barely audible “What do you want me to do” he leaned his forehead against yours, his hands planted firmly against your hips.

“Tear me apart”. His head snapped back up to look at you once more, his hesitance mirrored your own doubts but regardless you continued. “I want you to break me apart, have your way with me”.

“Are you sure about that?” The concern in his voice took you a back realising that for the first time the monster was beginning to break.

“Yes” you exhaled.

Oikawa’s lips crashed against yours, you weren’t sure how it could be possible that the aggression and desperation in each other’s movements could intensify, yet here you both were abusing each other's mouths, tongues colliding and fighting for dominance. Giving up, you pulled back and moved your lips along his jaw, he stretched his neck in response allowing you more access as you attacked his porcelain skin, soon enough tainted in purple bruises. He winced with each mark you left but he didn’t stop you, stretching his hands against the wall to keep him from his legs giving in.

“I think I recall saying that I wanted you to make me fall apart, not the other way round” you whispered, the seduction in your voice forced a groan out of him as your hot breath met the sensitive part behind his ear.

In a swift movement his hand clamped around your throat forcing you to look at him.

“You really shouldn’t test me sweetheart” he sneered, like a wild animal just awoken from his slumber. “I’m going to take my time devouring every inch of your body”. You couldn’t help but gulp at his claims, already feeling the dampness between your legs. How long had it been since you’d last been touched? you wondered, how long had it been since anyone other than your own hand made you cum.

“Quit the chat, just fucking touch me, it’s been too long and I’m not a patient woman”

“You can really be a bitch when you want to be can’t you y/n” he teased.

“You don’t know the half of it” you scoffed in response, but your protests were quickly silenced by his hand traveling down your body towards the leather pants you were sporting. He began pulling them down your legs, the cold air brushing against your skin like a knife. Oikawa’s breath hitched, realising just how bare you were underneath.

He knelt before you “Not a lot of things could bring me to my knees but you y/n” he said as he began to kiss the inside of your thighs painfully slow. “I would bow to you and only you” he mumbled along your skin, your own breathing now becoming laboured. His lips hovered over your heat and you held your breath waiting for a release. One finger slowly dragged between your folds and you felt him groan in satisfaction, his breath against you making you lose your mind in anticipation.

“You’re so fucking wet, is this really how I make you feel?” he chuckled, his finger drawing small slow circles around your clit, but never touching you where you needed him most. You tried to gyrate your hips against his rough finger but his hand slammed you against the wall stilling your hips.

“So Impatient”. His mouth came down on your lips, spreading them apart savouring the taste of you. You gasped loudly at the sudden contact of his tongue against your skin, not a single inch of you left unexplored. Instinctively you grabbed his hair pulling him close to your core, he moaned onto you the vibrations driving you absolutely feral. It wasn’t long before you were matching your movements to his tongue riding him, relishing in the euphoric friction between his tongue and your clit that was being abused by him. If your breathing had been laboured a moment ago, you were now a moaning mess coming undone before him. He expertly continued to thrash his tongue against you, not stopping for a single moment, quickening his pace; your legs shake uncontrollably in response, at this Oikawa inserted two fingers in side of you, with each pump he drove into you deeply curling them while he continued to attack your clit. The sensation forced a guttural sound out of you, you felt your soul leave your body as he brought you closer to your climax, you were completely at his mercy as you screamed out into the night. You rode him hard, feeling yourself clench around him something split inside you as pleasure exploded over your body. Oikawa licked the juices helping you ride out your high before coming back up to meet you eye to eye.

For a moment neither of you said a word to each other.

Oikawa was the first one to break the silence “That good that you can’t muster the words huh?”. You went to lightly hit him but he caught your wrist, the explosion of pleasure left you weak, unable to remove your wrist out of his strong grasp. Another hand dragged along your skin, creeping its way to your breasts, your nipples were hard and you knew it wasn’t because of the piercing chill that nipped at your exposed skin.

“Hold on a second,” Oikawa said, moving away from you and crossing the room, next thing you knew a foreign metallic object dragged along your skin. Your breath hitched in your throat, realising it was his blade.

“Spell each letter out” he whispered into your ear. The blade slowly dragged along your thigh in the shape of a T

“T - O - R - U” you processed the letters momentarily “Toru? Is that your name”

“Yes” he averted your eyes away from you, you looked down at your thigh not surprised to see his name lightly etched into your skin.

“Tonight you’re mine” he growled, confidence returned to his voice. He turned you around so you were now facing the wall. Oikawa shifted behind you fumbling with his belt letting his pants drop, you reached your hand towards his cock but he slapped your hand away.

“You wanted me to tear you apart, so let me”

“Okay” you rasped out.

Oikawa plunged inside of you, his cock spreading you apart. You moaned at the pleasure as he started to move in and out of you while his hands fondled with your breasts. You leaned your head back into the crook of his neck in ecstasy.

“Fuck Toru” you exclaimed, the feeling of his dick embedded deep inside of you making you see stars. As he railed you into oblivion his blade came across your neck, something about the thrill of having his blade ready to pierce your skin while he fucked you made you lose your mind. You started to push back into him, your own hand working your clit. The feeling of the knot in your stomach grew becoming unbearable to hold on anymore. Oikawa at the same time became sloppy with his thrusts, pushing himself deeply into your core. Both you and Oikawa filled the room with your loud panting and moaning.

“I want to see your pretty face as you cum all over my cock princess” he breathed down your neck, Oikawa quickly pulled out of you and instead wrapped your legs around him so you were now pushed up against the wall, letting the blade drop on the floor once more. His cock reentered your wet heat as he bounced you on his dick, your hand glided over your clit once more.

“Toru I’m going to cum” you moaned. Oikawa drove into you harder, at this point you couldn’t hold back your scream as he pounded your already abused cunt. Your nails clawed at his neck making him hiss whilst he kissed you passionately.

“Fuck y/n” he grunted, grinding into you before the two of you felt your release. Oikawa spilled into you as you screamed his name.

For a few moments neither of you said anything to each other, you were trying to comprehend what had just happened.

“So, what now? One of us has to die and you said you weren’t here to kill me” you’d said as you redressed yourself, looking for your dagger which was currently nowhere to be seen. Oikawa shifted behind you.

“Since when have you ever taken me for someone who gives up”. His blade was once again against your throat.

“You seem confident for someone who’s about to die” you unsheathed another blade, one long enough to carve out his heart.

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