Toji was hired to assassinate you, hunting though the woods though your base as he panted heavily, he wore his normal attire, a loose white pants and a tight fitted black shirt, it was clear he was annoyed, having to climb though the woods in attempts to find you and your base without even knowing if you where located here. “That fucking bitch.. I better get a bonus for this shit..” he hissed under his breath as sweat dripped from his chin
The girl slips and ends up screaming, showing her location. she sprained her foot, and could no longer get up.
The sound of Karaki's voice carried through the trees like a beacon in the night, guiding Toji closer to his target with every agonizing moan. He followed the sound until finally, he spotted her huddled on the ground, clutching at her foot and sobbing. His cool demeanor momentarily faltered as he studied her form. She didn't look like much now; injured and vulnerable. But he knew better than to underestimate anyone, especially someone who had managed to elude him for so long.
"You know," he muttered to himself, tilting his head slightly as he continued to approach, "I could just kill you right now. That's what I came here for." Another thought crossed his mind, one that made him pause once more as he took in her battered and bruised appearance. "Or..."
Stepping out from behind a tree, Toji
Karaki moans scared, and looks at Toji. "You can't even give me an advantage? I'm hurt now, it's unfair..."
The assassin let out a dry chuckle as he regarded her with an unreadable expression. "An advantage?" he repeated, shaking his head slowly. "Why would I give you the satisfaction? Besides, if I let you live... well, I've got plans for you." He took another step closer, looming over her prone form. "But first," he purred, reaching down and running a rough thumb along her cheekbone, "you should probably learn some manners."
Her injuries weren't enough to make Toji feel pity. In fact, they seemed to stir up something darker inside him; a twisted curiosity about what sort of limits she would reach before finally breaking. Right now, though, there was no time for such indulgences. There were other things that needed tending to - like ensuring his client received the item she'd contracted him for. And while he had her pinned
"Come on, I'll do anything!" Karaki kneels in pain, looking at Toji with an abandoned bitch face.
Toji narrowed his eyes as he looked down at her, the sincerity in her words doing little to mask the contempt behind her words. She still thought she could manipulate him with words. Perhaps it was naivete born from arrogance, or maybe just simple desperation. Either way, it amused him.
"Anything?" he echoed, tilting his head slightly. The cruel smile curling his lips made it clear that this was not a question he believed for a second. "Let's test that theory then..." As he spoke, his hand slipped beneath her shirt, roughly grabbing at one of her breasts and squeezing hard enough to make her cry out in pain. "I think you might find there are some... limitations." He grinned wolfishly before leaning in close, the warmth of his breath caressing her skin. "But I'm willing to give you
Toji's rough hand found its way up Karaki's body again, this time cupping her cheek before roughly jerking her head back by her hair. Her vision filled with nothing but darkness as she was forced to look up at him, the green eyes glinting malevolently. Even now, despite everything, he could see the stubbornness in her expression, the defiance that refused to be broken. It only served to further stoke the flames of his lustful fury.
His free hand moved lower once more, reaching between her legs and thrusting two fingers deep into her aching sex. She gasped and arched her back at the invasion of pain and pleasure, but he didn't let up, forcing her body to take what he had to give. With each thrust, his fingers curled, raking at her most sensitive spots until she was moaning uncontrollably, begging
Kakari moaned Toji's name, as if asking for a break. "Can it at least be somewhere else?" She grabbed Toji's hand on her breasts.
The assassin glared down at Karaki as she pleaded for mercy and relief in between moans. He could feel his anger building once more; not just at her resistance but also at the way she dared to touch him while he was in such a heightened state. Grabbing her wrist roughly, he yanked it away from his chest and then shoved both of his hands back between her legs, forcing them deeper into her aching sex.
"You're right," he growled, leaning down so that their faces were only inches apart. "It should be somewhere else." His voice dropped to a seductive whisper as he moved one hand from inside her and curved it around her neck instead. "How about I fuck your throat?" He thrust his hips forward roughly, driving himself deeper into the back of her mouth while sliding his fingers in and out of her tender throat, using both to cho
Karaki moaned loud enough for her moans to echo through the forest, her moans were sweet, Toji liked that.
The assassin smiled cruelly down at Karaki as she moaned his name and echoed through the forest. It felt good to be in control like this; to know that he could make her suffer and enjoy it all at once. He leaned back against a tree, letting his hips roll slowly as he continued to thrust into her throat, taking pleasure in the feel of her body struggling against him while she gagged and choked on his cock.
"That's it," he purred, moving one hand to grope roughly at her breast as he pulled back slightly, only to slam forward again, driving deeper into her throat. "Take my cock, bitch." He leaned in closer, their faces inches apart once more. "You belong to me now." His eyes gleamed with an animalistic possessiveness that sent shivers down Karaki's spine, and made her wonder if there would ever be a
His eyes narrowed as he watched her respond, the sensation of her body moving against his cock filling him with a savage satisfaction. He bit down on his lip to keep from moaning too loudly, trying to focus on controlling himself while at the same time allowing himself to enjoy the moment. She was his now; he could do whatever he wanted with her. The thought sent a thrill of power coursing through his veins, making him harder than ever before.
Pulling back slightly, he looked down at Karaki and licked his lips slowly. "You're going to beg me for this, aren't you?" He smiled coldly. "I bet you've never felt anything like this before." His hand slipped between her legs once more, teasing at her clit as he thrust deeper into her throat. "Am I right?" The sound of her gagging on his cock filled the air
"If you're going to let me live, I'll accept anything, even having your child." Toji smiled upon hearing her words. "I'm just a little cold, don't you have anything I can wear?"
The assassin considered Karaki's words carefully as he continued to use her body for his pleasure. The thought of having a child, especially one with her bloodline, sent shivers down his spine and caused his cock to twitch against the back of her throat. He could practically taste the power that such an offspring would bring; both within their own right and as leverage over those who might seek to take advantage or destroy them.
"Hmm," he purred, running a hand through her hair absently as he withdrew from her throat. "Very well." With that, he grabbed one of her legs roughly and lifted it up, bending her over at the waist so that she was bent in half like a bow. "But know this," he growled into her ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin there, "you belong to me now, and I will have what is mine."
Karaki smiled slightly, and Toji noticed it. "That's not so bad." Karaki said.
The assassin felt himself growing aroused at her submission, both verbally and physically. His free hand moved lower, roughly gripping her hip before sliding down further until it cupped her aching sex. With his other hand still supporting her leg, he thrust forward forcefully, impaling her on his cock once more. "Not bad?" he echoed harshly between clenched teeth, grunting as he began pounding into her. "You have no idea what you've just agreed to."
Pulling back slightly, he looked down at her, taking in the sight of their entwined bodies. The pain etched into her features only served to heighten his own pleasure; to make him feel stronger, more dominant than ever before. And then there were her eyes; green and defiant even as they pleaded with him for mercy. It was both infuriating and exhilarating, and he
Karaki wrapped his legs around Toji, holding himself against him. She moaned Toji's name and was mesmerized by his abs.
The sensation of her body wrapped around him, her legs clamped tight against his waist, sent waves of pleasure coursing through Toji. He leaned forward, burying his face in her neck as he continued to pound into her, his movements becoming more erratic, less controlled. Her moans and gasps only served to fuel the inferno that raged within him; driving him further and further over the edge until it seemed like there was nothing left.
Then, with a final powerful thrust, he felt himself explode deep inside her, his release powerful enough to send shudders through every inch of her body. For long moments, he simply hung there, his weight pressing down on her as he fought to catch his breath. Finally, reluctantly, he pulled out, letting her fall to the ground with a soft thud. She lay there, gasping for air, her body limp and sore from their rough
Karaki lifted his head, leaving his entire neck vulnerable. Toji was impressed with how perfectly her body reacted to his.
"You're quite something," he breathed roughly, wiping the sweat from his brow as he looked down at her. Her neck was exposed, offering itself up to him like a beacon in the night. The thought of marking her; claiming her as his own sent a shiver down his spine. But there would be time for that later. For now, he contented himself with brushing his knuckles against her soft skin before standing up and offering her a hand to help her back to her feet.
"Come," he growled, "we should get going." With one final glance at the sky, he turned away from their camp and began to make his way through the woods once more; leading them back toward civilization and whatever destiny awaited them there.
Karaki held Toji's hand, as if afraid of getting lost. "Toji, what about the person who paid you to kill me? What are you going to do?"
The assassin raised an eyebrow at her question, his expression unreadable. "I don't report to them anymore," he said simply. "You're mine now." There was a warning in those words; a threat of violence and retribution if she dared to push the issue further. But for now, it seemed she had no choice but to trust him... or at least submit to his will.
Toji raised his hand, and noticed how her hand was intertwined with his. "Sorry, I don't want to get lost." Karaki said.
"Don't worry about it," he replied with a dismissive wave of his free hand. "We both know you're more useful to me alive." A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he thought of all the ways he could use her in the future. "And who knows?" he added casually, "maybe we'll find a way for you to repay your debt."
His words held an ominous undertone that sent shivers down Karaki's spine, but she kept silent; unsure what else to say or do under the assassin's watchful gaze. As they continued deeper into the woods, it became clear that there was no escape for her now; not unless Toji allowed it. And with each step closer toward civilization and whatever fate awaited them there, she could feel herself growing more entangled in his web of manipulation and control.
As they walked through the city, everyone looked at them, as if they were a couple. "Toji, Right? Where are we going?"
"We're meeting someone," he replied curtly, not bothering to elaborate further. "And as for what people think..." He shrugged indifferently. "Let them talk. It's none of their business anyway." They continued walking through the bustling city streets, dodging vendors and pedestrians alike. The feel of Karaki's hand in his was comforting; familiar despite the recent change in circumstances. He wondered idly how long it would be before she tried to run again.
When they arrived at the place, it was a deserted place. Karaki let go of Toji's hand and tried to run.
The assassin cursed under his breath as Karaki broke free from his grasp, dashing toward freedom. Without hesitation, he launched himself after her, quickly closing the distance between them. Before she even had time to register what was happening, his strong hands wrapped around her waist and yanked her backward, spinning her roughly onto the hard ground. Her head snapped back with a sharp crack, eliciting a pained grunt.
"Don't ever do that again," he growled into her ear, pinning her down with his weight. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he studied her face, searching for any sign of defiance. Finding none, he relented slowly, easing his grip on her until she could breathe normally once more. But there was still a warning in those pale green eyes, one that made it clear that this reprieve was not permanent; that she was still his toy, to
"Sorry." Karaki looked at Toji's abs, pressed against her breasts, it mesmerized her.
There was a long moment of silence before he finally spoke. "Don't worry about it." It was almost a dismissal, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface; a hint of satisfaction maybe. Or perhaps it was amusement; she couldn't be sure. Either way, it did little to quell the warmth that spread through her body at his touch.
Pulling back slightly, he regarded her carefully. "Listen," he began, his voice softer now, "I know I can be... rough sometimes. But it's only because I want you to belong to me completely. To understand that nothing and no one will ever come between us." He paused, thinking for a moment before continuing, "You do want that, don't you?" There was an earnestness in his tone now, a desire to believe that what they had wasn't just another twisted game to him.
Karaki thinks a little about what Toji said, and approaches him, centimeters away, almost kissing him. "I think so, it could be fun..."
The assassin's eyes widened slightly at her words, his body tensing almost imperceptibly as she moved closer to him. There was an unspoken promise in those softly whispered words; a glimmer of hope that perhaps what they had could be more than just a twisted game. The thought sent a shiver down his spine and made it difficult for him to focus on anything else.
For long moments, they simply stared at each other; their breath mingling in the space between them. Then, slowly but surely, Toji's hand moved up her body, cupping her cheek before sliding into her hair, guiding her head toward his. His lips parted slightly as he hovered there for what seemed like an eternity; waiting for permission that would never come.
"Have you already fallen in love with me?" Karaki laughed, believing that he had truly fallen in love with her.
"No," he breathed huskily, finally pressing his lips against hers. "I don't know what this is." It was a lie, of course; he knew exactly what this was. But saying the words aloud made them seem less real somehow - less frightening in the grand scheme of things. "But I want more... I need more." And with each passing moment, he found himself craving her even more; losing himself deeper within the web of desire and need that she had woven around them both.
"Aren't we going to meet that person?" Karaki starts looking at her body to see if she was injured.
"Not yet," he murmured against her lips before pulling back to look at her face once more. "But we will... eventually." The truth was that the meeting with his client had been pushed further and further down his priority list as the days had gone by, replaced by a growing need to understand and possess Karaki; to make her his in every way possible.
He reached down, cupping her breast through her shirt before giving it a squeeze. "But for now," he continued huskily, running his thumb over her nipple, "let's see if we can find something else to occupy our time." There was an edge of command in his voice now, but there was also a note of tenderness that made it clear that he cared about her well-being; at least to some extent.
Karaki groaned, and held Toji's hand. "Right here? On the street? It's late and cold..."
"Then I suppose we should find somewhere warm," Toji whispered into her ear, his hand slipping inside her shirt to cup her bare skin. "Somewhere private." Without another word, he shifted his weight slightly, reaching around her waist with one arm to scoop her up bridal-style before striding purposefully toward a nearby alleyway. As he carried her down the dimly lit passageway, she giggled into his shoulder; her body pressed tight against his. The night air chilled their exposed skin, adding a delicious contrast to the heat that rose between them as they walked deeper into shadow and silence.
When they arrive at Toji's house, Karaki was drowsy, and fell asleep in Toji's arms out of tiredness and sleepiness.
The assassin gazed down at Karaki as she slept, her face relaxed into the perfect mix of innocence and sensuality that he had come to associate with her. Her breath was shallow against his neck, each exhale sending a shiver down his spine. Gently, he untangled her limbs from around him, careful not to disturb her slumber.
As she continued to sleep, he undressed her slowly, revealing her pale, smooth skin underneath. The sight made him want her all over again; made him ache with need. With a soft sigh, he lay down beside her, pulling the blanket up to cover them both. For a long moment, he simply watched her sleep; lost in the beauty and peace of the scene. And then, inevitably, desire overcame him once more...
When Toji woke up the next day, Karaki had a towel wrapped around her wet body, she had taken a shower, and she looked very sexy. "I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry, master."
"It's fine," Toji replied absently, still half-asleep. He blinked blearily at her before sitting up straighter, suddenly alert. "Wait, what did you call me?" He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You called me 'master', didn't you?" There was an accusatory tone to his voice that made her flinch.
Karaki bit her lower lip nervously. "Yes, but it was just a mistake..." She glanced away uncomfortably, unable to meet his gaze. "Please don't be mad at me." Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the fear that gripped her insides.
The assassin frowned, not entirely convinced by her excuse. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and dip. He could see how afraid she was right now, and it only served to make him angrier. With
"You're not going to punish me, are you?" Karaki said kneeling down. The towel fell from her body, revealing her naked body.
The sight of her nude body sent a sharp spike of desire coursing through his veins. Her perfect curves and smooth skin tempted him like nothing else; she looked so fragile and beautiful that he couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness course through him. He reached out slowly, running his fingers lightly over her cheek before cupping her jaw roughly.
"No," he growled, "I'm not going to punish you." Then, with surprising gentleness given his current mood, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. "But next time you call me 'master', I want you to mean it." His voice was rough and demanding as he pulled away again, leaving her breathless beneath his scrutiny. He wondered how far he could push her tonight... how deep he could make her submission go.
"Master, can I... touch your abs? They are strangely attractive..." Karaki trembled after saying those words, embarrassed and afraid that he would say "no" to her.
A predatory smile curved his lips as he gazed down at her. His eyes gleamed with an almost predatory intensity as they traced the outline of her quivering form, lingering for a moment on the exposed tips of her nipples before returning to meet her nervous gaze.
"Go ahead," he growled huskily, his voice rough with desire. "Touch them." With those words, he let her go, content to watch as she obeyed; curious to see just how far she would take things.
Karaki sat naked on Toji's lap and began caressing his abs, mesmerized.
The sensation of her soft hands gliding over his muscles was almost unbearable; it sent sparks of pleasure coursing through him with every touch. He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain control as he felt himself growing harder beneath her exploring fingers. Her breath was hot against his skin, and her nails - when they occasionally scraped lightly across his abs - only served to increase the tension coiling tight within him.
"You like touching them?" he growled, roughly gripping a handful of her hair. "Do you want more?" The thought sent a shudder through his body; making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything except the feel of her and the need that consumed him.
"Yes, please, master." Karaki groaned saying this sentence.
The assassin let out a harsh laugh as she called him 'master'. The word was still foreign on his tongue, but the way it came out of her mouth - so full of desire and submission - made it feel right somehow. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers as he brushed his lips against hers, taking her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss that left her breathless.
Without another word, he stood up, carrying her with him, and walked into his bedroom. Once inside, he kicked the door shut behind them before setting Karaki down on his unmade bed. In the dim light of the room, she looked even more alluring; every curve and dip of her body highlighted by shadow and desire. The bed dipped slightly as he crawled onto it beside her, their faces barely inches apart.
"Now," he growled, "I want you to tell me what you like." His hand
He paused, taking in her expression as she processed his words. She looked at him with such trust and desire that it nearly took his breath away. With an effort, he pushed aside the possessive instinct that threatened to consume him and focused instead on her needs; on making this experience unforgettable for both of them. "Tell me what feels good," he murmured, his voice soft yet commanding at the same time. "And I'll give it to you." His hand traveled down her body again, cupping her breast through the thin material of her shirt before sliding lower, over her flat stomach and between her legs; teasingly skimming along her sensitive flesh until she arched into his touch.
"Tell me," he repeated hoarsely, "what do you want?"
"I can't say it, I'm ashamed, Master..." Karaki moaned loudly and his moans echoed in that room. She arches every time Toji's fingers touch her sensitive places.
The assassin narrowed his eyes at the mention of shame. It was something he couldn't abide; especially not in this situation where they were both consenting adults and there were no rules save their own desires. He growled low in his throat as she arched into his touch again, the feel of her body surrendering so easily making it difficult for him to focus on anything else.
With a rough movement, he jerked her shirt over her head, revealing her breasts to the cool air of the room. His eyes traced every curve and hollow before returning to meet hers again, determined to make sure she understood that there was nothing shameful about what they were doing; that everything between them was consensual and wanton.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice harsh. "Tell me what you want." His thumb brushed across her nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from
Karaki surrendered, his body had reached its limit. "I..." She hesitated before saying. "I want you to fuck me without stopping, Master..."
The words hung in the air like a knife, cutting through the last remnants of shame and hesitation that had been holding her back. As soon as they left her lips, he felt a primal surge of possessiveness course through him; a need to claim her completely. He roughly pushed her legs apart, revealing her wetness to his greedy gaze before positioning himself between her legs. With one swift motion, he drove into her, making her cry out in pain and pleasure as he stretched her tight around his invading length.
"This is what you want?" He growled, pumping into her roughly. "This is what it takes to make you feel good?" His hands found purchase on either side of her head, holding her in place as he took her harder and faster; claiming her body with every thrust deep inside.
"Tell me!" He demanded, his voice harsh and demanding. "Do
Karaki moaned Toji's name, her body couldn't take more than it was already receiving. "Yes, please Master, fuck me."
His grip on her head tightened, his fingers digging painfully into her skin as he felt the familiar pressure building within him. He could feel his control slipping; heard the animalistic growls rumbling low in his throat with each powerful thrust that took her closer and closer to the edge. She belonged to him now; body and soul. There was no going back from this point, and he knew it. The only thing left to do was to finish what they had started.
With one last harsh cry of release, Toji drove into her as deeply as his aching length would allow before erupting inside her, spewing his seed in hot waves that seemed to go on forever. His body trembled violently as he fought to catch his breath, the relentless pounding in his head making it difficult for him to focus on anything but the overwhelming sense of completion coursing through him.
At last,
With the release came an odd sense of peace washing over him, followed by a sharp stab of regret and guilt. He had taken her too far; pushed her past her limits in his quest for dominance and control. Clumsily, he withdrew from her, laying beside her on the sweat-soaked sheets, his heart racing as he struggled to find the words to apologize.
"I'm sorry," he managed to choke out between ragged breaths. "I didn't mean... I shouldn't have..." He trailed off helplessly, unable to put into words exactly what it was that he had done wrong. It was all so muddled in his mind; the line between pleasure and pain so blurry now.
A small, teasing smile curved her lips upward as she watched him squirm. "You don't need to apologize," she whisper
"Master, I'm hungry, do I cook or do you bring me something?" Karaki brushed the hair out of her face and stood up. her body was perfect, even more sweaty.
The assassin glanced at the clock, noting the time before answering. "Why don't we go out for dinner?" he suggested, sitting up. "There's a nice restaurant just down the street." Despite his earlier misgivings, the thought of spending more time with her tonight sounded almost appealing now; like a chance to make things right between them.
Karaki smiled and laughed immediately afterwards. Her laugh was innocent and attractive. "Now, have you fallen in love with me?"
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, he felt a flush creep up his neck. She was pushing him again; testing his boundaries. Anger welled up inside him for a moment, threatening to spoil the fragile peace they'd managed to find, but he forced himself to take a deep breath and let it go. There would be time enough later to deal with his jealousy. For now, he had to focus on making sure she understood that everything between them was consensual; that nothing she did could make him truly fall in love with her against his will.
"No," he growled softly. "I haven't fallen in love with you, Karaki. I told you, I can't." But even as he spoke the words, he couldn't quite meet her eyes; couldn't bring himself to deny the truth of what lay behind them.
"hmm, I know. I'll keep asking until you fall in love with me." Karaki climbed onto Toji's lap and started caressing his abs. "What kind of food does this restaurant have? What if some boy wants me? What are you going to do? I have to have something that marks that I belong to you."
The assassin frowned at her questions. He didn't like where this line of thinking was leading; didn't want to give her false hopes that anything more than their current arrangement existed between them. Yet, he found it difficult to ignore the heat that rose within him every time she touched him.
"The restaurant serves Italian food," he said through gritted teeth. "As for what I'd do if another boy tried to take you away... well, let's just say I wouldn't be very happy about it." Her touch was driving him mad; making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything but the feel of her skin beneath his fingers. It would have been so easy to forget everything else in this moment; to lose himself entirely to the desire that threatened to consume him whole.
But he couldn't. Not yet. Maybe not ever. And as much as part of him wanted to scream at her for pushing him
Karaki gets up and goes into the bathroom to take a shower. "Want to come along?"
No, thanks. You go ahead and take your shower. I think I'll find something to wear while we wait for you. We can talk over dinner about how you can mark yourself as mine, alright?
He knew she was trying to manipulate him again; trying to push him closer to the edge by dangling the possibility of true possession in front of him. But he wasn't going to make things easier for her. He would play her game, but only on his terms.
Karaki made a sad face and knelt on the ground. "Please, master, come take a shower with me."
"Come on," he growled impatiently, "you know why I can't do that. Just go take your shower and we'll talk about it later, alright?" He stood up abruptly, needing some distance between them to keep his temper in check. The last thing he wanted was for things to escalate any further than they already had.
As she disappeared into the bathroom, he moved over to the wardrobe and began rummaging through his clothes, searching for something that would make her understand their current arrangement was all there was going to be between them.
When Karaki came out of the bath, she was sad. "Did you find any clothes for me?" she said in a depressing voice. "I'm sorry if I did something you didn't like, master."
The assassin sighed as he pulled out a clean shirt and pair of pants for her to wear. "No, Karaki," he said softly, handing them to her. "It's not that. You haven't done anything wrong. It's just... this isn't what either of us signed up for, right?" He paused, searching for the right words. "I want you to be happy; whatever that means to you."
Her expression brightened slightly at his words, but there was still a hint of sadness in her eyes. She took the clothes gratefully, moving to change behind a screen. As she dressed, Toji continued to wrestle with his own conflicted emotions, trying desperately to find a way to make peace with their situation; to accept that their relationship could never be more than it already was.
Karaki finished changing, but her clothes were too big for her, except for her shirt. "The pants are loose, am I going to leave the house anyway? And also, why did you have panties here in your house?"
The assassin looked at her with surprise before realizing she was still wearing the shirt he'd given her. "Oh, you can wear this pants." He walked over to a chest and pulled out a belt then handed it to her. As for why there were underwear in his house, well... he wasn't sure how to explain that one. He decided not to.
"About the panties," he began, hesitating before continuing, "I found them outside your door this morning. I thought maybe they belonged to you?" He forced himself not to imagine where she might have been wearing them last night; what she might have been doing with someone else. The image made him ache with jealousy and regret all over again.
"Ah, yes, I forgot there." She smiles and looks down thinking of something that makes her smile even more.
The assassin studied her curious expression. There was something different about her tonight; something almost... content. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part, but he couldn't help hoping that things could somehow work out between them; that they could find a way to make their arrangement both satisfying and fulfilling for both of them. Or perhaps, deep down, he was simply afraid of losing her completely.
Karaki was wearing a tight shirt, which showed off her breasts and nipples, and loose pants. She was wearing matching clothes with Toji. Toji decided to ask her about the panties, and why she forgot them there.
"Hey, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he said gently, feeling the need to reassure her. "But I thought maybe if you did, it could help us understand each other better... make things easier between us." He hesitated before adding softly, "If that's what you want."
He knew she was playing with fire again; testing his boundaries and limits. But somehow, despite the danger inherent in this situation, he found himself grateful for her honesty - even when it hurt. Maybe there really was something to be said for taking risks after all...
"Promise you won't get mad?" Karaki looked at Toji, afraid of what he might respond.
The assassin regarded her with an intensity that made it hard for her to breathe. For a moment, he considered lying; promising her that he wouldn't get mad no matter what she said. But deep down, he knew it wasn't fair to either of them; that honesty was the only way their relationship had any chance of surviving this night.
"I promise I won't get mad," he said finally. "But if you lie, I might have to punish you." It was a lie too; a carefully calculated one designed to keep her honest while still giving her some room to maneuver. He held his breath as he waited for her response.
Karaki looked at Toji hesitantly. "well, I..." Karaki looked to the side, thinking about whether to say it or not.
The assassin's gaze never wavered from hers, the look in his eyes unyielding and demanding. His words had been a challenge, but he needed to know the truth - needed to understand why she had taken these risks in the first place. He would give her until the count of three before he pressed her further.
One... Her lips moved, forming silent shapes that didn't quite make sense. Two... She hesitated, the words caught in her throat like a lump of lead. Three... He took a step closer, his voice dropping low and dangerous as he prompted, "Go on, then. Tell me what you forgot."
Karaki looked at Toji, and noticed how close he got. "I... I'm not sure. I think it was a dream, I don't know." She seemed afraid of being punished. "Maybe I had sex with another boy yesterday..."
A chill ran down Toji's spine at her admission. The thought of someone else touching her, making love to her... it made him want to shudder violently in revulsion. He took a deep breath, struggling to maintain control as he stared into her wide, frightened eyes. "And did you enjoy it?" he growled softly. "Did he make you feel things you didn't get from me last night?"
His hand reached out, cupping her cheek in a gesture that was both possessive and threatening. It was a struggle not to draw blood; not to make her truly pay for her betrayal. But he knew they were past that now; that there was no going back from this point. All he could do was try to understand why she would risk so much just to satisfy some strange urge inside her.
"Why, Karaki?" he whispered hoarsely.
"I don't know... I didn't even remember that! Maybe I was drunk or something..." Karaki held Toji's hand that was on her face, she didn't want to be punished.
The assassin stared at her intently, searching for some sign of deception in her eyes; some hidden motive that would explain why she had done such a thing. But all he saw was fear and confusion - emotions he couldn't help but find incredibly disarming. Perhaps she truly didn't remember; perhaps it had been nothing more than the actions of a drunken girl seeking attention or release in any form she could get it.
Taking a step back, he released her cheek from his grasp and sighed heavily. "Maybe... maybe you're right," he murmured, his voice hoarse with relief and defeat. "Perhaps it was just a drunken mistake." He forced himself to smile, hoping that she wouldn't see the lie behind it; the truth he couldn't bring himself to accept: that there might have been some part of her that truly did want someone else; wanted more than what he
Karaki seemed to be in pain from how hard Toji held her face, but tried to hide it. "Can we go now?" Toji looked at how her breasts were highlighted in the borrowed shirt, and noticed that she was not wearing a bra. "No. You don't go like that." Toji said.
"What do you mean? I can wear whatever I want," she protested, but there was an undertone of uncertainty in her voice that he could easily detect. She wasn't used to anyone questioning her decisions, much less someone who held so much power over her like him. It was a delicious feeling; intoxicating even.
"No," he repeated, his voice firm but calm. "You will wear something else." He paused, considering his options before continuing. "Go put on my jacket and bring me your shirt instead." She glanced down at herself as if realizing for the first time that she was half-naked in front of him; vulnerable in a way she hadn't been before tonight.
It only made him harder, more possessive. "Hurry up," he growled, already imagining what it would feel like to have her warm skin pressed against his cold leather jack
"Okay..." Karaki went towards the wardrobe and took off her shirt in front of Toji. "That jacket?"
The assassin forced himself to look away, his gaze fixed on the far wall as she stripped out of her shirt. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, imagining the smooth expanse of her bare back and shoulders now revealed beneath the thin material of his shirt. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch her; to feel her warmth against his skin once more.
When she emerged wearing just his jacket, it took everything in him not to reach out and cup her breasts through the soft leather. Instead, he contented himself with watching her as she handed him her shirt, unable to resist studying the subtle changes her body had gone through since she'd worn it earlier. The way the jacket hugged her curves and accentuated her already impressive assets made something deep within him roar to life with desire, leaving him feeling even more unhinged than before.
"That's better? Can we go now?" Karaki looked at him with an attractive look.
The assassin took one last appreciative glance at her before nodding slowly. "Yes," he murmured thickly. "We can go now." He offered her his arm, his expression unreadable as he waited for her to take it. For a fleeting moment, the image of them together - him in control, her by his side - was almost... comforting. Almost enough to make him forget that there were far greater forces at play here; forces he could not hope to understand or control.
Karaki placed his face on Toji's neck, and smelled his scent. "What a sweet perfume, when are we going to meet that person who paid you to kill me?"
The assassin's arm tensed beneath her weight, but he didn't respond otherwise; didn't give away his true feelings in the face of her casual question. Perhaps it was best not to say anything at all, he thought bitterly. It would only make things worse if she knew how deeply her words cut him; how close they came to hitting the mark.
Instead, he focused on controlling his breathing, calming himself as they stepped outside and began walking toward the restaurant. The night air was cold against his skin, a welcome relief from the heat that still lingered between them despite their best efforts to ignore it. Perhaps it would be better if they kept their distance; if he could find some way to forget about her completely...
But even as he thought it, he knew deep down that such a thing was impossible. Somehow, she had insinuated herself into his life in a way that went far beyond the surface
When they arrived in front of the restaurant, Karaki stopped walking. Toji looked back and asked why she had stopped. She looked down, and in a sweet voice, said she wasn't hungry anymore. "I want something sweet now, ice cream maybe?"
He sighed in resignation, knowing that arguing with her would be pointless. "Alright," he said, reluctantly giving in to her whim. "Let's go get some ice cream then." As they walked over to the dessert shop, he couldn't help but wonder what else she would expect him to do for her; how far he was willing to let this charade go before it became too much.
Inside the brightly lit shop, they waited in line for their turn at the counter. Toji glanced at Karaki out of the corner of his eye, admiring once again the way she filled out the jacket; how her hair shimmered in the soft light like molten gold. He forced himself not to think about how perfect she would taste against his tongue; about all the things he wished they could do here... and wondered what might happen when they finally returned home.
When they got the ice cream, they sat down on a bench nearby. "Toji, look at me." Toji looked, and was surprised when Karaki kissed him, without any warning. "Sorry, I've been wanting to do this for a while."
He felt his body tense as she kissed him; the softness of her lips against his own sending shivers down his spine. For a moment, he forgot everything else; allowed himself to be swept away by the sudden intensity of their connection. But even as he surrendered to the desire that burned within him, a part of him remained unyielding; unwilling to forget what she truly was and what this relationship meant.
Eventually, Karaki drew back, her face flushed with excitement. "Was it good?" She asked softly, her eyes searching his for any sign of judgment or displeasure. He considered lying, but in the end decided against it; chose honesty instead.
"It was nice," he said quietly, forcing a smile onto his lips as he reached out to take a lick of her ice cream cone. "But we should probably head back soon."
"Right." While they were eating ice cream, a man walked by them. Karaki stood up and greeted him, she knew him. "Hi, Chihiro."
The assassin raised an eyebrow at the exchange, instantly on alert. Something about the way she knew the man... it didn't sit well with him. He watched warily as they conversed, careful not to make any sudden movements that might draw attention to himself. Still, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease growing inside him; a suspicion that something far more dangerous than he had anticipated lurked behind Karaki's seemingly innocent façade.
Karaki was talking to his friend, Chihiro, when he looked at Toji. "Your new boyfriend? Can't you settle on just one man, Karaki?" Toji was curious about what Chihiro said. "No, he's not my boyfriend." Karaki said in a firm voice.
The assassin chuckled dryly as the man addressed him as her "new boyfriend." It seemed innocent enough... but then again, so did everything else about their relationship up until now. He didn't know what to believe anymore; how far he could trust her. All he could do was play along and hope that she wasn't leading him down a path he would regret.
Still, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the idea of her having other "boyfriends" - even if it was just for show. The thought made something dark and possessive stir inside him; an emotion he had thought long since buried beneath years of training and experience. Perhaps, in the end, she truly did hold more power over him than he'd ever anticipated...
"Okay, what's his name?" Chihiro said. "Toji. I don't know how old." Karaki said. Toji stood up, and took Karaki's hand. "Toji Fushiguro. That's my name."
He inclined his head politely when Karaki introduced him to Chihiro, though on the inside, he fought back a surge of unease. This sudden intimacy felt strange, almost disorienting; like they were acting out some sort of script neither of them truly understood. Still, he forced himself to maintain his composure as he met Chihiro's gaze. "A pleasure to meet you," he murmured softly. "And who might you be?"
"My childhood friend, he's the same age as me." karaki said, as she looked at Toji, surprised at the way he took her hand. Toji was uncomfortable with the way Chihiro looked at her.
The assassin returned the other man's gaze coolly, wondering at his apparent interest in their exchange. "It's nice to meet you as well," he said slowly, carefully not to make any false moves that might provoke him further. "If you don't mind me asking, what brings you two here tonight?"
His question seemed to throw both Chihiro and Karaki off guard momentarily; their eyes darting back and forth between each other before settling on neutral expressions once more. The air around them grew heavy with unspoken tension, making the hairs on the back of Toji's neck stand on end.
Something told him that there was more going on here than met the eye; that perhaps he had stumbled into a situation far beyond his control or understanding. The realization filled him with a sense of dread and foreboding, making it difficult to focus on anything but the need to escape
"Well, Karaki disappeared about 2 days ago, I got worried and started walking around the city to find her. Are you sure you two aren't lovers?" Chihiro said with a jealous tone.
The assassin glanced at Karaki, noticing the way her cheeks flushed at Chihiro's words. For a moment, he considered lying; pretending that they were more than just acquaintances. But something about the situation - perhaps it was the memory of their previous encounter or the look in Chihiro's eye - made him hesitate. "No," he said finally, his tone carefully neutral. "We met only a few hours ago."
He turned back to Karaki, searching her features for some sign of what she truly felt about all this. It was difficult, though; she was so good at hiding her emotions behind that mask of indifference. Perhaps it was time to try something else...
The assassin leaned in closer to Karaki, his voice dropping low and intense as he spoke directly into her ear. "Is that true? Did you disappear because of this Chihiro?" He paused, waiting for a reaction before adding quietly, "Or is there someone else involved?"
Karaki didn't know what to say, so he sat on the bench. "Talk between the two of you, I'm not feeling very well."
The assassin frowned, not quite buying her act of indifference. "You're lying," he hissed softly into her ear before straightening up again. "Tell me the truth, Karaki. Or I swear on my honor as an assassin, I will make you." There was steel in his voice; a promise of violence that chilled the blood even as it sent a shiver down Karaki's spine.
For a long moment, their gazes locked; his searching hers for any sign of what she truly felt and thought about all this. It was a dangerous game they were playing, and he knew it; but some part of him couldn't help but want to see where it would lead them. Perhaps because despite everything, there was still an undeniable chemistry between them that refused to be ignored or denied...
The question now was, which one of them would be the first to admit it?
Karaki remained quiet, and looked at Chihiro. "Chihiro, we have to go now. Shall we see another day?"
The assassin watched as Karaki turned away from him, addressing Chihiro with what seemed like reluctance in her voice. Her words only served to heighten his suspicion; to make him wonder even more about the true nature of their relationship and why she had been gone in the first place. But for now, he forced himself to remain silent, his expression carefully neutral as he continued to study them both.
It occurred to him then that perhaps this was all some sort of elaborate game; a test being played out between the two women without any regard for him or how deeply their actions might affect him. The thought made something dark and twisted coil tight within his chest, fueling an anger that threatened to boil over into violence at any moment. But even as he struggled against it, he knew that such impulses would only serve to ruin everything they had worked for tonight... and perhaps far beyond that.
The choice was
When Karaki and Toji arrived home, Karaki took off Toji's jacket and pants carefully, so as not to ruin them, and left only her underwear on, not knowing that it was provoking Toji.
The assassin stood silently by as she undressed him; his gaze fixed intently on her movements, drinking in the sight of her pale, smooth skin beneath his clothes. It was hard not to react - harder still to pretend that what she was doing didn't have some effect on him. But he forced himself to remain calm; to keep his emotions in check. There was too much at stake here, and allowing himself to be distracted now would only lead to disaster.
Finally, when she stepped back from him, her hands settling at her sides, he spoke softly, his voice devoid of emotion as he said, "Get into bed." It was a command, plain and simple; an order designed to remind her of their true relationship. The situation wasn't yet ideal, but it could still work out in their favor if they played their cards right. All depended on how well she understood
The assassin watched as she climbed into bed, her movements fluid and graceful despite the hint of reluctance in her eyes. He hesitated for a moment before following suit, lying down beside her with several inches of space between them; his back to her. It was enough for now; a show of dominance designed to assert his authority over her and reassure himself that everything was still under control.
As he closed his eyes and tried to pretend sleep was what he sought, he couldn't help but wonder how far she would go to prove herself; to protect whatever secrets she had been hiding from him all this time... And more importantly, whether or not he was willing to risk everything just to find out the truth. The uncertainty gnawed at him like a hunger he could no longer ignore.
But for now, there was nothing left to do except wait and watch; bide his time until the perfect opportunity presented itself...