In The Dead of Night
King!Oikawa x assassin!prisoner!reader
Warnings: sub-ish Oikawa, bondage, blue balls, tyrant!Bokuto is back, fingering, possessiveness (from Oikawa and Bokuto), betrayal, war is coming
“All the guests have left, Your Majesty,”
“Fantastic. Especially Bokuto?”
“Yes,” Iwaizumi agrees, nodding his head and leaving with a wave of Oikawa’s fingers. It’s time to go back to you, who is probably asleep. The discussion that took place was mostly boring, continued talks from Ushijima and Bokuto about marrying to expand territory or gain a political advantage. Quite boring in Oikawa’s opinion, seeing as he wasn’t going to budge on his decision to marry a commoner. Well, a commoner to most. A sadistic smile appeared on his face as he walked the corridor to his quarters, finding entertainment in how Bokuto seemed to get so irrationally angry for just a simple loving marriage, even needing to be hushed by his own queen. It was almost sad, seeing Bokuto be so obsessed with you and you having chosen a different side.
The smile fell from his lips when he remembers how three of his guards had been knocked out. He decided to keep it quiet until everyone left, leaving Iwaizumi to look to the cause or problem while he checked on you. You, who happened to leave and then three of his guards were knocked out. While Oikawa was positive you wouldn’t do such a thing, Iwaizumi and Hanamaki were much more.. worried about you.
“You can’t just readily trust her! She was a prisoner less than a week ago!” Hanamaki had shouted, sword ready to be drawn as he paced in the throne room. “Queen to be or not, she is still a threat,”
“Makki, I understand,” he had said, eyes void of emotion. “But I trust her. That is final. After all, King Bokuto left to use the restroom shortly after her departure, wouldn’t he be the most likely threat?”
“Sir, with all due respect, King Bokuto may be an idiot at best but he is no fool. The action is suspicious and he wouldn’t dare do such a thing,” Iwaizumi words backed up Hanamaki’s. But Oikawa refused to budge.
“Ask the guards. I’m sure [Y/N] is completely innocent. She’s been in crystal chains for almost three months, I doubt she’d do something so dangerous while knowing the consequences,” Oikawa finally had said, getting both men to quiet down. Iwaizumi and Hanamaki understood the assignment and went to work on who exactly knocked out the guards. Asking around, questioning King Bokuto’s whereabouts, even if they had every reason to believe it was your doing.
Oikawa sighed at the memory, rolling his shoulders back as he looked forward to undressing. The layers of clothing were lightweight but couldn’t keep it from getting heavier as the day dragged on. With the moon high in the night sky, Oikawa could only hope to undress and sleep before he has to put them on again. Entering the room, he noticed your figure asleep on the bed, dressed in a silk nightgown he had recently requested for you.
“Dear, are you awake?” He whispered, waiting for any movement or acknowledgement. When he received none, he quietly shut the door to get into his own nightly clothes.
When he crawled into bed with you, that’s when you stirred awake, rolling over to see who enters the bed. “Oikawa?”
“Who else? This is my bed,” he laughs, watching as you sleepily made an acknowledgement and rolled over. “How you feeling?”
“Better. Nauseous a bit still, but nothing like when I left. I’m sorry for leaving so early,” you say, Oikawa deciding your words hold truth to their weight. He’s gentle, placing his hand on your arm and rubbing it.
“Nonsense. That tyrant was eyeing you ever since you walked in. No need to apologize when he made you uncomfortable in your own home,” he said, leaning over to give your temple a kiss. “Not to mention, he’s gotten too comfortable in my home.”
“The guards, huh?” You offhandedly mention. “I was wondering where they were when he followed me into the garden,” you roll over when you finish speaking, looking up to Oikawa. He has a bit of a smile on his face, fondly looking at you. “What?”
“I can’t wait to say ‘I told you so’ to Iwa-chan and Makki. What did Bokuto need from you?” Oikawa’s smile then drops, his hand moving from your shoulder to your chin, making you look at him. “What did he do to you?”
“Asked me what I was doing. Told me he can still grant me freedom. I told him to leave me alone and I was fine here in Seijoh. When I threatened to call for help, he told me there weren’t any witnesses. He left after I mentioned the dinner, then I came back here and bathed, then fell asleep.” You decided to not mention the bit about still ‘on your mission’ bit you told Bokuto. It was a lie when spoken to Bokuto, but you wonder if perhaps it wasn’t. After all, there were no witnesses.
Oikawa smiles again, though it’s a bit more sad. Then he kisses you, a short kiss that shows a large amount of affection. “That’s my girl. I’m sure if you screamed loud enough, Mattsun would’ve heard you. He was roaming the corridors outside the banquet room,”
“Wish I’d have known that. But, I am trained to kill. I could at least beat Bokuto long enough to flee. After all, I’ve.. had experience fighting him in the past,”
“Yes, you mentioned how you came to be at Fukurōdani. Fighting a powerful warrior that ended in your defeat and then you were bound to his rule,” Oikawa hummed in thought, remembering your words. You nodded and agreed, rolling back over. Giving enough information for context, but not all. Oikawa had a vision of you that Bokuto didn’t. Had he known precisely what happened—
“Oikawa, what are you doing?” You say, voice no longer quiet and groggy. Oikawa’s hands had slipped under your nightgown, cold fingers trailing up your sides. “Are you not satisfied with simply sleeping next to me?”
“Not quite. After all, you may not have mentioned it outright but Bokuto put his hands on you, didn’t he?” His hand tightened its grip on your hip. “He thinks he’s still entitled to what is mine. I want to remind you that your place is beside me,”
“How—“ you whispered, gasping as Oikawa’s hand slithered between your legs, fingers rubbing your folds over the panties.
“I’ll remind your body of my touch, replacing his. While doing so, I’ll get your mind off of that fool and onto me, sounds like a good deal, no?” He whispers, fingers moving past the barrier and diving between your folds. You bite your lip as on hand scrunches the bedsheets and the other grabs Oikawa’s arm, not pulling him away not encouraging him. “You’ll need a reminder of just which king is beside you,”
“Oikawa, please,” you breathed out, unsure just what you’re asking for. Oikawa seems to take it one way, adjusting his fingers to rub at the special spot inside you instead of teasing brushes. You hiss at the feeling, legs tightening around his hand as he does. “There’s no need to te-tease,” you gasp out, nails digging into his arm.
“Are you sure about that? Are you still thinking of another while my wedding band is on your finger? Thinking of another man while my fingers are inside of you?”
“No! I’m not, I promise!” You shout, covering your mouth when your back arches to muffle a moan. Limp in Oikawa’s arms, you feel his fingers finally remove themselves from you, coated in your essence that leaves strings between his fingers. Rubbing his fingers together, he presses them against your lips as you easily part them for him, no thought behind the action.
“Good girl,” is all he says, abruptly taking his fingers out of your mouth only to rub them along your lips, then sucking on his own fingers. Your eyes never strayed from his fingers when he took them away from you and only when he took them in his mouth did your eyes trail up to his. “I’ve a need to devour more of you,”
Before he’s able to crawl on top of you, you roll on him and straddle him, pressing a finger to his lips. With one orgasm under your belt, you’re fully awake and willing to take charge. “How about you let me please you this time? After all,” you smirk, leaning back as you slip the nightgown off, “I’m yours as much as you’re mine. You’ve marked your claim on my body, but I haven’t done the same. Not quite fair, is it?” With a tilt of your head, you let his eyes roam over your body. You’re not referring to touches and throes of pleasure, but the marks on your body that haven’t left. The hickeys on your neck, the bruises on your hips, the lashes on your skin that have simmered down, each mark that’s arose once you were under his control.
As his hands went to touch you, your hands covered them and guided them where you wanted his touch. Over your breasts, along the expanse of your stomach, around to your sides and hips, you let him roam but never for too long. “What do you want to mark me with? Besides your teeth, of course,”
“I want you bound by my will,” you grin, quickly grabbing his wrists and pinning his arms to the headboard. Expecting him to deny your request or even lash out in anger, but instead he smiles as he simply looks at you. “Do you.. Are you okay with that?”
“I’ll take any lashing from you if it means you’re thinking about me and only me,” Oikawa says, eyes looking to the belt he took off. Understanding what his eye movement meant, you get off of him to grab the belt and tie him up. With a bit of force, you’re able to securely tie him up. With a show of effort, Oikawa proves he can’t leave the bindings. “Have your way with me,”
“As you wish, Your Majesty,” you smirk, dragging your nails down his chest. A hiss comes from behind gritted teeth, but the red streaks show up on his skin. With your hands moving down to his pants, undoing them, your lips attack his neck and leave love bites along the expanse of it, using your teeth to pull on his skin while he moans. Open mouthed kisses adorn his collarbone, ending your kissing spree with a dark hickey when your hands finish undoing his pants. You decide to tease him a bit as he did you, hand pumping his cock before only one finger even graces his erection.
“Don’t tease me so—“
“Oh? Only you can tease? Is that what I’m hearing? Darling, that’s now how it works now that I’m in charge,” you croon, licking the tip of his cock to see his reaction. “I dish out damage equal to the amount you gave me. I need to know you’re only thinking about me, after all,” you repeat back his words, seeing him flush as they leave your lips.
“All I ever think about is you,” he breathes out, his teasing tone no more as you wrap your lips around him, gently sucking as your tongue laps at his slit. “All I can think about is you and our future together. I don’t want anything else,” he finishes, closing his eyes as you bring him closer to an orgasm. Guilt builds up in your stomach, until you’re releasing his cock from your mouth and giving his tip a kiss. “[Y/N]?”
“There isn’t a future with me, Oikawa. It’s not a future you’d want. I’m meant to deceive and destroy, not love,” you somberly say, getting off the bed. Oikawa doesn’t say anything, stunned as you get off of him. When you go to dress, he finally starts to try and say something, but you cut him off. “I’m sorry. But I’m not qualified to be a queen of anything, especially not your queen.”
“Wait, no, you don’t—“ Oikawa begins, attempting to get up but he’s held back by the bindings. When he tries to get out of it, he struggles.
“I have to go, so please move on. Make up a story. Tell everyone I died, I fell, I betrayed you, I don’t care. Just let them know I won’t be around anymore,” you say, adding the finishing touches. Taking a black cape to cover the stolen clothes, you take one more look at Oikawa. “I want to believe I love you as you say you love me, but I’m not meant to do so.”
With those parting words, you’re leaving Oikawa as he sits on his bed, struggling to get free from the bindings. When you’re completely out of his sight out the window, he finally loosens the belt to free his wrists, getting from his bed. When he can’t find you in the night, he quickly tucks himself back into his pants as he goes to exit the bedroom, finding Iwaizumi patrolling the halls.
“Oikawa, what’s wrong?” He says, on high alert. Oikawa just looks at him before saying the words he was dreading.
“She’s left. Find her.”
With each member of the guard searching and on alert for someone similar to your attire and build, they ended empty-handed as the moon illuminated the streets better. The darkness the clouds gave off was easy to help you leave, the guards at the bridge and gateway not receiving a word of your departure until you had passed. When they told of your departure, Iwaizumi had to tell Oikawa, knowing the guard could not go looking outside of the jurisdiction.
You were tired and feeling sick with each step closer and closer to Nekoma. You’d have to stop there for the night, most likely, until you noticed a group of wanderers in the forest. Sighing, you debated your options. Unable to successfully knock out the man standing guard at the camp with your bare strength, you picked up a heavy rock and knocked him out with that. With him on the ground, you turned from the body, deciding to not bother checking if you accidentally killed him or not. Using a knife you found nearby, and taking a sword, you freed a horse and quietly calmed it down.
On horseback, the ride to Fukurōdani is easily done. A day on foot through the dark forest, but you’re climbing the rocky mountain path within hours of leaving Aoba Johsai. Sane people don’t dare going through the forest, but a bloody sword has done its job in keeping you alive. After all, you know the forest better than most, knowing the pathways that have been treaded by people long since dead and which animals you can encounter.
The moon is still in the night sky when you come to gate of the kingdom, sighing to yourself as the bridge is lowered. Guards come to greet you, but recognize you almost immediately once the hood has been removed. They take the stolen horse as you’re left alone to make your way to the castle.
Where Aoba Johsai was painted greens and blues, chirping birds and a brilliantly blue sky, Fukurōdani was almost the exact opposite. Against the night sky, the rocky scenery added grey gloom to the kingdom with hints of white and black strewn about. Crows and owls were common sights, cawing and looming over businesses and watching you walk through the empty streets. Cobblestone was harsh against your bare feet, you cursing yourself for not taking Oikawa’s shoes, despite the fact they’d be much too large. Bruised and exhausted, you finally make it to the doors of the castle, the guards saluting you as one guides you to where Bokuto is.
The halls are darker, the moonlight shining on the black marble flooring as you pass by golden curtains and decor. Up stairs and past so many areas, you’re in front of Bokuto’s bedchambers, opening the doors to see him sitting on his bed as if he was waiting for you. “Hello, songbird,”
“My lord,” you say, bowing, “I have returned,”
“And I assume good news-“
“I’m back for good. But that’s all the good news I can give. Oikawa lives and I fear he will be willing to fight for my return. I understand any consequences of my actions,” you continue, only standing up right when you finish. Bokuto seems to be in thought, serious in his demeanor before nodding.
“I’m sure you have more details to tell me. But how about we discuss that after you’re cleaned up and dressed in something more comfortable? After all, you are still wearing clothes from a filthy foreign kingdom. I’ll even help you out,” he says, standing from the bed. You say nothing, instead letting him guide you to the bathroom. A luxurious bathroom which suits the moonlit night rather than the setting sun of Oikawa’s bathroom. With Bokuto’s hand on your waist, eagerly diving under your clothes to take them off, you wonder if you should have left.
Oikawa paces in front of his throne, aware of the position you’re in now. Not only are you back beside Bokuto, but you’re definitely a threat to the kingdom. Hanamaki and Iwaizumi are rightfully angry, but Oikawa tells them to relax. With a declaration of war on Fukurōdani, Oikawa needs an ace up his sleeve. With you back in Bokuto’s clutches, he’s almost glad he didn’t tell you everything about his venture into the dark forest.
When the doors open, Oikawa looks up and smiles, stopping his pacing. “Glad you could finally join us.”