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You really should have know what you had gotten yourself into when you first talked to that young man with the purple hair. Everyone around the Grand Bazaar knew him after he had been around for a good while.
When you saw him in the Interdarshan Championship, how he moved so freely through the air, it had mesmerised you to an extend. He came around the Grand Bazaar less and less and if he did, he looked like he wanted to be left alone for the most part, hiding between the crowds.
It was half a year ago, if you remember correctly, that you suddenly found him hidden between some of the Zubayr theater's props. You had sorted through the pile in an effort to find the props for the next performance and there he was, startled and glaring at you as if you had just committed the worst crime known to humankind.
You had jumped back out of surprise, tense silence between the two of you for a moment. Your heart had beat out of your chest because he scared you, you hadn't even noticed him earlier when he had to have gone behind the stage.
Out of that surprise, you had left him largely alone. No words spoken, you just went back to your work with a sigh and grabbed the props you needed before you left him sitting there. After that, he came around more often again, hiding behind the stage and you let him be. Sometimes he would help you move larger boxes that you couldn't move on your own, others he would just observe as you sorted through the props.
Three months ago, he had begun to help you get the ones you were looking for and if you are being honest, you really appreciate the help. Especially with the stuff higher up on the shelves, as you really dreaded that rickety ladder and he just flew up and grabbed the things you needed.
He was weirdly well informed about what props you had to get, but you never really questioned it. Given that he did compete in the Interdarshan Championship, he must be a scholar of the Akademiya and these people are usually on top of information as far as you were concerned.
It was about four weeks ago, that you first heard him speak. It was by accident, really, you simply walked through the Grand Bazaar on your way to work and passed a group of female scholars. Not really a rare sight to see, they would sometimes come down here to look at the jewellery and buy a few pieces.
As such, you hadn't thought much of it. Until someone grabbed your arm, stopped you in your tracks and when you looked up, your eyes met with the most mesmerising indigo you had ever seen. There was Help me out of here written all over his face and you did.
That, essentially, had been the moment you two became more than just acquaintances – at least for the rest of the Akademiya (and probably all of Sumeru city, given how these women liked to talk).
“This is ridiculous.”
The voice behind you is filled with contempt and you roll your eyes. Ever since that day, you had gotten to know the young man named Arashi better – and regretted every minute of it. He is, by all means, not a kind man contrary to what you thought at first.
You asked him once why he had helped you with the props and he had shrugged and told you it was because he liked to be left alone. It was a kind of wordless thank you for not chatting him up or making him go away and that was that.
“I know, but the ladder broke and we don't have the funds to fix it. Now, will you help me out here or am I going to have to potentially break my neck”, you grind out between gritted teeth.
A loud, exasperated sigh comes from behind you and then the by now familiar feeling of a gust of wind as Arashi rises into the air to grab the stack of poles from the topmost shelf. He unceremoniously drops them into your arms as soon as he is back on solid ground and you thank him, although you rather wouldn't. You don't really ask for his help all that often, he spends most of his free time escaping the group of female scholars tucked between the theater's props anyway. But whenever you do, he makes a big deal out of it, continuously reminding you that you owe him for his help.
Yet he still never asked you to pay him back and you took that as a small win. You turn to bring the bundle in your arms to where it is supposed to be, helping the others set up the stage. Once that is done and the rest of the stage decorations are in place, you really have nothing left to do for today. The performance is in the evening and with Arashi's help, the preparations are done way faster since nobody has to climb the ladders and pick apart the stacks of poles to get them to ground level.
Not that anyone really could, since the damn ladder broke two days ago and had yet to be replaced.
While you set up the stage with the other members of the Zubayr Theater, you can still feel those indigo blue eyes boring holes into your back. That is also something you have become familiar with over time, as Arashi apparently loved to stare at you from behind the stage while you worked.
Your mind begins to wander while you methodically place the decorations and props around the stage. Having done so many times over the past two years since you joined, you don't even need to think much about it, so your thoughts turn into an entirely different direction.
Could you call it a friendship? The way the young man treats you and how you treat him, everyone thinks you really just hate each other. But you don't feel that way, more of a comforting familiarity with him than true disdain. Still, you can only speak for yourself in the matter and asking Arashi about it is out of the question.
He's sure to just laugh at you. You've seen him do that with others multiple times, calling their questions stupid and just leaving whoever asked standing there dumbfounded. On the other hand, you kind of want to know what he thinks of you. What are you to him, what does he call you to himself or when others ask him about you?
You're so lost in your mind that you don't realise how close you are to the stages edge and your foot slips. The front of the stage is really close to the fountain and the wooden boards there are always a little slippery. The area isn't used in performances, but it still needs to be decorated.
Even if you fell, you'd only fall into the fountain and get soaked. Maybe a few bruises or a sprained ankle, but no serious injuries. You don't fall however, clothes ruffled by a gust of wind that seems to come out of nowhere and strong arms wrapping around your body to keep you from dropping off that edge.
You look up, more startled than frightened, and are met with angrily sparkling indigo eyes. Arashi is very clearly not amused, just from the look on his face alone, and his voice makes that even clearer when he begins scolding you as if you were a little child.
“Are you that dumb that you can't even watch where you're going? Stop getting into your own head when you're walking, you idiot”, he near growls at you.
You can only dumbly nod and place a hand on his chest to reassure him that you're okay. And the feeling under your fingers startles you even more than almost falling off the stage edge into the fountain.
Because it is cold. The difference in temperature between your and Arashi's body is noticeable. Not like you're freezing just from touching him, but he is running a lot colder than you expected a human be able to survive.
Your eyes go up to meet his indigo ones. Yours wide as saucers with surprise and confusion, his still angrily squinting at you. His heartbeat matches yours however, quick from the shock and only slowly calming down.
“I... I'm sorry. I'm fine, really”, you mumble, cheeks suddenly heating up.
Because he still has you in his arms, holding on to you so you don't actually fall. Arashi sighs and pulls you up so you can stand straight again. You look around to check and see that quite a few people are staring at you two, especially the group of female scholars that the purple-haired man was caught in so many times.
They are near glaring at you and you know perfectly well why. Instead of letting it get to you however, you straighten out your clothes, wipe off some imaginary dust and thank Arashi for saving you, once again apologising. He clicks his tongue and turns around without another word, walking back to his favourite corner behind the stage.
You ignore the stares directed at you and continue your work, careful not to get too into your own mind again, lest you really fall this time. Still, the chilly feeling against your fingertips when you touched him won't leave you alone for the rest of the time you spent setting up the stage for tonight's performance.
By the time you are done, everyone is going about their business as if nothing ever happened and you are actually quite thankful for that. Because now you have nothing left to do but while away the time until the performance starts. Which is quite long, because with how quickly the set up was thanks to Arashi helping out as well, there is still a lot of time left.
You decide to take a walk outside the Grand Bazaar to get some fresh air and walk away from the stage. Just as you reach one of the doors leading outside, you feel someone behind you. The scent of a fresh breeze, cherry blossoms and something you can't quite place fills your nose and you don't even need to turn to know who it is.
You expect him to say something, maybe scold you again, because he seemed to not be done with that earlier when he caught you. But he stays silent for the time being, just following you wherever you want to go.
You decide on a hill just outside the northern city bounds, past the Bimarstan. It's one of your favourite spots, barely anyone passes through here during this time of day or late at night and it is quite a bit away from the houses or the Bimarstan itself, so it's usually very quiet.
You sit down in the grass and enjoy the soft, warm breeze washing over your skin, the sounds of birds chirping in the trees and the distant bustling of the city behind you. It takes a few moments before Arashi sinks to the ground as well, sitting beside you. Something about his presence makes this even more comfortable, but at the same time unnerving.
You sigh and open your eyes to look at him and find him already staring at you. For a moment, you completely forget what you where about to say, too lost in those indigo eyes of his that look so different now in the warm sunlight.
But then you snap out of your stupor and say: “I'm really sorry. I wasn't looking, I should have remembered that the wood is slippery there. But still, even if I did fall, the injuries would have been minor”; you can't help the slight chuckle, “Maybe a few bruises, a sprained ankle or something. Nothing too bad.”
Arashi looks at you as if you have just grown another head, disbelief written all over his face. Then, his eyes squint again in anger and you feel yourself shrink under his scrutinizing gaze. Your breath feels like it's lodged in your throat and you just know that that was the wrong thing to say.
“You humans are so fragile. Don't dismiss this so easily, a sprained ankle is still bad”, he says and you relax a little.
Only to tense up again when your mind fully processes his words. You turn to him, confused and hesitant.
“What do you mean, you humans”, your voice wobbles as you speak, a hint of maybe fear in it.
Arashi sighs again and turns away from you to lean back on his arms and look at a pair of birds flitting through the air. The silence that stretches between you is tense and neither of you break it for a good while. You try to sort your thoughts, come up with a possible explanation that does not make him into a villain right away.
Then he suddenly speaks up again: “I mean that you are human, are you not? Your lives are over so quickly and yet you insist on doing foolish things without asking for help or paying attention to your surroundings.”
It sounds like an accusation and his words don't really calm your suspicions. Arashi seems to notice that, turning to look at you with a small grin on his face and when he sees the wary look on yours, he laughs.
“Are you afraid of me now?”
You think about that for a moment, turn it over in your head multiple times. All that you know about him, the little things that you learned over the last half a year of spending time around the man. The way he wordlessly helps, how he mostly keeps to himself and away from others. His body temperature, that you still remember from earlier.
You shake your head: “No. But I want to know... what are you if you're not human?”
Arashi turns his face back to the birds above you and grimaces, something between a sour smile and an angry frown. You wait patiently, perhaps it's just not something he likes to talk about and you won't press him to do so if he doesn't want to.
Then, he suddenly gets up and brushes some of the grass of his pants before looking at you and replying: “As far as you're concerned, someone you should stay away from.”
He turns to leave, but you're faster and grab his wrist before he is out of reach completely. The pose is somewhat weird, you half up from the ground, one hand clutching his wrist, the other under you for balance and him, seemingly frozen mid-movement.
Again you note how much lower his body temperature is than yours. Arashi chuckles, his body shaking with it enough that you feel it through your grasp on him and turns to face you again.
“Are you entirely sure you know what you're getting yourself into if you stay close to me, idiot?”, his tone is sharp, the edge in it meant to make you let go.
But him calling you an idiot is enough to make you angry and you get up from the ground, never letting go of his wrist. For a moment, you just glare at each other and you can see the challenge in his indigo eyes.
You grin and reply: “If I don't, I'll never find out, will I, asshole?”
Oh and the way his face morphs into something between amused anger and surprise makes you chuckle to yourself. Seems he really isn't used to people talking back to him. Arashi takes a step closer to you so your noses are almost touching and smirks.
“You've made a mistake calling me an asshole. And I'll make damn sure, you will pay for it.”
Really, you should have known what you'd gotten yourself into when you met him, when you two grew closer and especially when the purple-haired man with his indigo eyes that seemed so kind at times promised you you'd pay for calling him names.
Because that precisely is how you now find yourself pretty much unable to move. Arashi had whisked you off your feet and flew in the air, high enough that if he was to drop you, you'd surely get more than just a sprained ankle. You had clung to him for dear life, eyes screwed shut and face turned into his chest so you didn't see where exactly he took you.
And even when he set you down on solid ground again, a mocking chuckle shacking his chest, you hadn't opened your eyes right away. Your heart was beating so quickly, the roaring of blood in your ears had drowned out anything he said to you.
Only when you felt something over your face had you gasped back to life. It was already too late, you could make out light and dark through the blindfold over your eyes, but not much more than that. You had tried to lift your hands to pull the fabric off your eyes, but again, Arashi was faster.
In a flash, he had your wrists in his grasp behind your back and clicked his tongue at you.
“I told you, you will pay for calling me names, you brat”, and with that, he wrapped something that felt suspiciously like rope around your wrists to tie them together.
You had little time to react in any shape, way or form after that, feeling him roughly bind your entire body until you were unable to move just even your head without feeling them rub into your skin, even through your clothes.
You have to admit, maybe you overestimated yourself. Or underestimated Arashi. Either which way, you are in quite the predicament now. No idea where the man himself his apart from hearing him move around, no idea where you are and no way to check because your hands are tied and eyes covered by the blindfold.
All you can tell is that you are somewhere inside a building, the acoustics and dry air telling enough. But the fact that for the past ten minutes, nothing happened and Arashi is seemingly completely ignoring your presence makes your hair stand on end and nerves pretty much blank.
Then again, you can't shake the feeling that maybe this is exactly what he wants. To wear down your composure until you break down into a bundle of panic. And you're really not about to give him that, taking a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart and mind.
The only reason you don't really want to stay in this position for the rest of the day is because your legs are already sore from working to set up the stage earlier and standing the entire rest of the day – or however long he wants you to – really doesn't seem like a fun thing to do.
“I wanna sit down”, you put as much annoyance into your voice as you can.
Somewhere to your left, you hear him chuckle accompanied by the rustling of his clothes and metallic clinking of the accessories on it. But other than that, Arashi has basically zero reaction to your demand or you starting to shuffle your feet and trying to loosen the ties around your wrists.
Only when you feel the rope slacken do you hear him jump up from whatever he was doing. Then, his fingers are on your wrists again, nimbly dancing over your skin and refastening the rope. It brings you some satisfaction to know that he still pays attention to you even when he pretends he doesn't.
“Behave or you will regret it, brat”, he hums into your ear and a shiver goes down your spine.
Another chuckle and he is gone again as fast as he was by your side. You don't even hear him anymore and wonder for a moment if he left the room.
It's easy to test and you start wriggling your wrists again, hoping to either loosen the rope again and get out of this predicament you find yourself in or make him come back to you. For a long moment, neither happens and you grow increasingly frustrated with your situation.
Then, something snaps and you feel a sting on your ass.
“I told you to behave or you will regret it. Why won't you listen?”
His voice is more a growl than anything and you take a moment to regain your composure before replying, tone sarcastic.
“Because I don't want to, asshole”, oh and that was the wrong move, calling him an asshole again.
You hear him grind his teeth and click his tongue before another, harder slap lands on your butt and you actually gasp from the shock to your system. He keeps his hand on the spot for a bit, easing the sting a little bit.
Arashi chuckles behind you and you have to take a deep breath to calm down again. There is something about the situation that makes your heartbeat rise and your entire body tingle with excitement. Not that you would admit that out loud, especially not to him.
But it is there regardless and while you're still reeling, trying to figure out how to proceed, the next slap lands and another gasp falls from your lips. Your back arches and you pull on the restraints around your wrists.
The man chuckles again and you feel him lean forward until his lips are right next to your ear, whispering into it: “If this is how you want to play, then we'll play, brat.”
Goosebumps raise on your skin and your breath catches in your throat for a second. You're not one to back down however and a grin splits your lips in response to his words. There is not much room for movement thanks to the ropes around your body, but you still manage to force your body backwards until your butt presses into him still standing behind you.
You can almost hear him grit his teeth, a hand flying to your hip and squeezing it near painfully.
Your voice is surprisingly steady when you say: “I like playing games.”
Arashi doesn't miss the mocking tone in your words and you feel his grip tighten even further before completely vanishing and another harsh slap lands on your butt. Your body shudders with the impact and you're a little surprised by yourself if you're being honest. You're weirdly okay with the whole situation, acclimating pretty quickly and your grin only grows wider.
“Is that so... I wonder, how long will that last?”, Arashi chuckles, his own grin evident in his voice.
You feel his cold fingers on your collarbone, wandering higher until he traces along your throat. For a moment you think this is all, but then he suddenly closes his hand around your throat, pressing into the sides and into your pulse points.
Your head quickly feels light and while it feels like you don't get any oxygen into your body, you can breathe just fine. It's just that Arashi pressing into your veins like this limits the amount of oxygen that gets to your brain, making you feel light-headed and gasping for air despite yourself.
Just when you feel like you're going to pass out, he lets go and chuckles again. The sudden rush of blood and oxygen into your brain makes you nearly keel over. Cold fingers trace lightly over your throat, tilting your head backwards.
You realise that, while he won't ask with words, this is his way of making sure that you're okay with what is happening. You are. It's exhilarating to not be able to see what comes next and only able to tell by sound rather than sight.
Arashi trails his fingers down your throat and toward your chest, tugging at the collar of your clothes almost thoughtfully. You're ready to open your mouth and say something when you feel him step away from you and hear him walk around you.
A grin spreads your lips again and you mockingly say: “And how do you plan to do that when I'm still tied up like this?”
All you get in way of response is the feeling of your shirt being quite literally torn apart and cold air nipping at your skin. You gasp and hear him chuckle again. His cold fingers roughly grab your chin and tilt your head up again, whispering into your ear.
“I have my ways. Stop being such a brat already.”
You grit your teeth and stick out your tongue, blowing him a raspberry. Arashi's grip on your chin only gets harder and you think he might be getting really angry now, but you kind of want to see what happens, just for the fun of it.
“Make me, asshole”, earns you something you never expected.
A kiss. It's rough, messy and so completely in character for him, leaving you both panting a little after he pulls away again. Somewhere in the back of your head you think about how you're going to get home with your shirt torn into shreds, but it's so quiet you completely forget that for the time being.
Your body is tingling all over, excitement, arousal and desire burning like a bonfire inside you and making all your senses heightened. Arashi's hands skimming all over your body, grabbing handfulls here and there and when he brushes over your nipples, you can't help the soft, choked moan that bubbles up from your chest.
The next thing you know is his arms under your knees, quite literally pulling them from under your body and lifting you up like you are little more than a feather to him. You feel his body pressed to yours for the fraction of a second before you're flying through the air and land on something soft.
A mattress if you where to venture a guess. With your body still tied up, you're unable to move, wiggling senselessly. Arashi literally just threw you on a bed you didn't even know was in the room – how would you, being blindfolded basically since you arrived here.
“You know, if you were a little less bratty, you wouldn't be in this situation right now”, he chuckles at you and you feel the mattress dip a little.
You wiggle again but it's in vain. Cold fingers trace along the ropes around your ankles and you shiver from the touch. Your body is heating up bit by bit and it feels like waiting for the next harsh slap or him roughly grabbing you again.
For an agonizingly long minute, nothing happens. And then, everything happens so fast, you get whiplash from trying to make sense of what just went down. Arashi's grip on your body becomes tighter, he manoeuvres you around to his liking, untying and retying the rope with speed you don't think is human.
While the placement of the ropes largely stays the same, you can feel that he somehow managed to pull of your clothes completely before fastening the knots again and making you unable to move once more. The air around you feels freezing on your skin.
Now you're really heating up, chills crawling over your skin and down your spine. The realisation that you're completely naked and unable to defend yourself makes you squirm. You still don't feel like you're in any life-threatening danger, more anticipating and excited than scared.
The silence is heavy and you wish you could see the man right now. Because you can feel his indigo eyes burning holes into your body, scanning every inch of it and watching you squirm and writhe on the sheets.
Then, Arashi chuckles and the sound makes a chill of nervousness run down your spine, body going rigid and waiting what comes next. Had you finally managed to break his composure? No, it can't be that easy, he's way too confident for that.
You wiggle your body again and feel his cold hands on your ankles. He doesn't tell you not to move or command you in any way. Instead, he pulls you to the edge of the bed and up on your feet again. You feel the wood grain under your naked feet, left foot colliding with something that feels like a shoe while following his lead.
And you really don't have another choice right now, hands bound and eyes blindfolded you have to follow him lest you smack facefirst into something.
Maybe three or four steps further and he stops you wordlessly, takes his hands off of your overheating body and a step backwards from what you can tell by the sounds. Then, he chuckles and you hear him walk around you again.
Arashi is quick to push your torso down onto what you think might be a table and nudging your feet apart with his. You're still surprisingly comfortable, even now when you're completely naked and bend over forward.
A chill goes down your spine, goosebumps raising on your skin and a heavy breath comes out of your mouth. Judging from the position your body is in now, you're on full display for him and that combined with the fact that you are unable to move or see where he is or what he is doing makes your skin tingle with anticipation.
You don't have to wait long for him to do something, feeling his cold fingers trace up your legs, roughly scratching over the delicate skin. Arashi keeps his pace agonizingly slow and you hold your breath when he comes up to the insides of your thighs.
He presses his fingernails into your skin there and you gasp. It's painful and you never knew that you liked something like this so much, body shivering as he slowly moves over the sensitive skin. Once more you think you should have known what you gotten yourself into from the start.
But even then, nobody will find you complaining about it. You're enjoying it, enjoy relinquishing control to the point where you have to rely on your words to make anything happen. Even through your limited range of movement, you manage to pull away from his touch and Arashi clicks his tongue at you, one hand firmly grasping your ass and digging his fingernails into your skin there while the other swiftly moves between your legs.
You're given a start when you feel his cold fingers touch your clit, featherlight and almost not there but enough to make a jolt of pleasure roll through your body and a gasped moan leave your lips. Arashi chuckles behind you and you grit your teeth, unwilling to give in so easily.
“Hm... I wonder, how long will it take until you beg for me to fuck you”, his hushed words drive a deep blush onto your face and you bite your lip.
Still unwilling to give him what he wants so easily, you scoff and reply: “I won't beg. Forget it.”
Arashi chuckles again and whispers: “We'll see about that, won't we? You're a brat and brats need to be taught some manners.”
With that, he starts slowly rubbing over your clit, sending one jolt of pleasure after the other through your body. You bite your lips to keep from dissolving into a moaning mess and focus. But he clearly knows what he is doing and it gets harder and harder to keep any sounds from escaping.
He is still so damn slow that it feels more like torture what he's doing right now. You know full well that it is meant to be just that, at least in a way. His way to try and make you bend to his will, make you beg for him like he said he wanted you to.
Still, with his touch ghosting over your clit like this, sending jolts of pleasure dancing through your body and making the heat between your legs increase with each spark, you're getting closer anyway. Your body is buzzing, breath coming short and ragged.
Just when you feel like you might cum with just a few more rubs over the sensitive bundle of nerves, he stops short and pulls his hands off of your body completely. You whimper in protest and Arashi laughs quietly.
“Not so high and mighty now, are you?”, he leans over you just enough for you to feel the fabric of his clothes brush over your back and whispers into your ear.
You grit your teeth, anger and defiance giving you strength and confidence you've never shown before. Sadly, it doesn't gain you much as he places a hand between your shoulder blades, keeping your torso firmly planted on the desk under you. And even if he didn't, with your hands tied behind your back there is no chance for you to pull you up standing straight again.
“So. Ready to beg yet, little fox?”, you swear you can hear the shit-eating grin on Arashi's face.
You scoff and snarl: “Not even in your dreams.”
You feel his chuckle through the hand between your shoulder blades shaking with it. Every attempt at moving is met with firm resistance and he tsks at you again. When you try to pull yourself up as best you can, he presses his hand into your back and sighs.
“No, you're right. In my dreams, you are a lot more... obedient”, he whispers into your ear.
The words, the sultry tone of his voice and the implications behind his statement make your body shudder and a soundless moan falls from your lips as a response. Still not ready to back down just yet, you attempt to straighten out your back again, only to be met with another click of his tongue and even stronger push to your back, keeping your torso firmly on the table.
Before you can do or say anything, another hefty slap lands on your ass and jostles your body. You gasp sharply and bite your lip to keep yourself from betraying just how affected you really are. Because with the movement jolting your body, your nipples rubbed along the wood grain of the desk you're basically laying on and that is an entirely different kind of stimulation.
“Let's see how long you can keep up the tough act, little fox”, Arashi whispers into your ear.
It's almost as if he knows exactly what is going on with your body and how much you have to control yourself to not let any sounds escape your mouth again. And to be honest, he probably does, can see it with how you're positioned towards him. You can already feel your knees going weaker and even if the coil inside your abdomen has long since relaxed again to the point where your arousal is a mere buzzing in the back of your head, it is still there after all.
Slowly the pressure of Arashi's hand between your shoulder blades lessens and you take that as a cue to at least adjust your position to a more comfortable one. But that also means that he has thought of something he can try to make your composure crumble like a dry cookie.
You find out what that is just a breath later, body once again jolting from the sudden pleasure running along your spine as he presses his cold fingers against your clit again. Just like before, he is massaging it in lazy, slow circles and however much you try, the occasional muffled moan still comes out of you.
And just like before, he stops once your legs are shaking and ready to give out because you're this close to orgasming. This time, the disappointed whimper actually makes him laugh and you hate him for it.
“Come now, it can't be that hard to admit. Just say you want me to fuck you, little fox”, Arashi chuckles into your ear.
Really, it is sweet temptation to give in and do as he says and you're close to doing that after being denied an orgasm twice now. But your pride is stronger than your need and you scoff again, shaking your head.
The man sighs as if disappointed, though you know he really isn't. He enjoys the challenge your composure and pride pose for him and you know he will try his damndest to make you abandon it and beg for him. Which is precisely why you can't give in just yet.
You don't want to give him the satisfaction of winning this little game you're playing, not yet. But he is relentless, working you up to that precipice only to stop before you can fall off. The frustration is insane and the fact that he seems perfectly unaffected makes your blood boil. The longer you hold out, the more amused he gets, taunting you with his words and sweet promises.
“If you give up now, I can fuck you senseless... you just need to say it”, Arashi's voice is sickeningly sweet.
But at this point, two more times on the counter that you weren't allowed to come, spit running down your cheek and your legs shaking from the strain, you're very close to give in. Not quite, but you're as close as can be without actually giving in.
Still, your reply is a simple: “I'm not giving up.”
There is literally no menace in your voice, only desperation and the chuckle the man gives you as response makes clear that he is fully aware of how little it's going to take so you break. Instead of following through though, he peels his body off of you and takes a step backward.
“Quite a picture you're making, little fox”, he comments, voice laced with amusement.
And you're sure you do, can feel the stickiness running down your legs and how much you're shaking at this point. You swallow heavily, waiting for what comes next. A soft breeze goes over your overheated skin, making you shiver, unable to place if it was his breath or something different. You strain your ears for any kind of sound, but come up empty.
Not even the rustling of fabric makes it to your ears and a pang of fear goes through you. Did Arashi leave you completely alone now, when you have no way to defend or take care of yourself and don't even know where you are?
Cold fingertips make contact with your skin again, telling you that no, he didn't leave. He keeps tracing your curves, drawing little swirls into your skin. It feels strange, after he tortured you for archons-only-know-how-long, your ass probably an angry red because of all the slaps you received, the softness with which he touches you now feels out of place.
But it does help to calm you down to the point where you're more annoyed at being cold and feeling sticky with sweat and fluids running down your legs. Just when you think you're going to walk out of here unsatisfied and needy, you feel his fingers trail back to your pussy and your breath catches in your throat.
“Really, your determination is commendable. Or is it pure defiance?”, Arashi chuckles again and presses into your clit at the same time.
You don't even try to keep the moan in this time, back arching. He has you nearly overstimulated and that makes itself known by how quickly the coil in your stomach now tightens. Anxiety bubbles up inside of you, thinking he will just leave you hanging again and you open your mouth ready to beg.
Arashi slows his fingers down and you manage to swallow before attempting to speak. Your voice is shaky, rough and if you were a little clearer in the head you'd probably be embarrassed of just how desperate you sound.
“Please, please... please let me cum, please”, you swallow again.
The chuckle that comes from behind you would have made you mad as all hell in any other situation. Right now, you're so far gone that all you want is to be good for him so he'll give you what you want. You feel him lean forward over your back, lips so close to your ear that you feel them moving over the shell of it when he speaks.
“Good, that's what I wanted to hear little fox.”
On the last syllable of his words, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, muscles locking in place and legs shaking. Your back arches and the only reason you are not screaming loud enough for the entirety of Sumeru City to hear is because your vocal cords don't make a single sound.
The aftershocks of it run through your body for a few minutes and you're simply thankful for finally being allowed to cum. Somewhere in the blissful haze that takes over you, you hear Arashi speak to you, but his words are muddled and distant as you slowly come down from the high.
Just when you think you could fall asleep as you are right now, he decides to repeat what he said earlier. His voice is sharp, amused and somewhat strained.
“I'm not done with you yet. I want to have a little more fun...”
You're instantly present in the moment again, ears perked for anything and picking up the faint rustling of clothes as well as metallic clinking. A moment later, Arashi's cold fingers are on your skin again and you shiver. Your body is overheating and his relatively low temperature feels like someone put ice on your skin.
For a moment, he just lazily traces his hands over you, following the lines where the rope is rubbing into your skin. You don't get a warning at all, nor a moment to adjust or think as you suddenly feel something prodding your leaking pussy and without letting you process what is happening, Arashi pushes into you full length until his hips are flush with your butt.
It punches a wrangled, choked sound between a gasp, a moan and a scream out of your throat and you jolt away from him. Not because he is especially cold, his body quickly warming up against yours. No, because after just being pushed to the brink four times and finally getting to cum on number five, you are incredibly overstimulated and your body spasms around him uncontrollably.
“Fuck... You're so warm and wet, little fox. Feels amazing”, he groans into your ear and you mewl.
Arashi gives you two more breaths to adjust before peeling himself off of your back again and grabbing your hips a little tighter. It's pretty much the only warning you get before he starts moving and you turn into a babbling mess with each drag of his cock against your sensitive insides. He's rough and forceful, jostling your body with each harsh thrust into you.
You're clamping down on his cock, muscles already screaming at you, eyes rolling back inside your head from the overstimulation and mind fuzzy from lack of oxygen. Arashi adjusts his grip on you again, letting one hand fall from your hips to grab hold of your hands tied behind your back and pull you into his thrust like that, the other swinging to slap your ass again and again.
You can barely hear anything over the roaring of blood in your ears, the slapping of skin on skin both from his hips colliding with yours and his hand on your ass and your mind is becoming increasingly fuzzy. With each thrust, the pleasure turns into pain more and more and you have barely enough energy to whimper in discomfort.
Arashi doesn't stop moving, but he places his hands on either side of your hips again. It doesn't take much longer for his hips to stutter and him to lean over your back to roughly bite into your shoulder. You don't even have the energy or mind left anymore to make much sound, only a small whimper falling from your bitten and swollen lips. After that, you're pretty much gone, body limp and mind too fuzzy to comprehend anything.
You blearily open your eyes to the ceiling of an unfamiliar room. Your body is sore and hurts everywhere and you groan in pain. It's a lot of effort to sit up properly and look around.
The first thing that catches your eye are the shreds of fabric on the floor that vaguely resemble the shirt you were wearing this morning when you left the house. One by one, the memories come back to you and you flush.
The next thing you notice is Arashi sitting on a chair on the other side of the room, looking at you with his trademark shit-eating grin on his face. You fall back into the pillows under you and another groan passes your still swollen lips.
“I won”, he simply states and you would strangle him right about now – if your body listened to you and moved.
As it stands however, you can't even so much as lift a finger without feeling absolutely exhausted, much less get up from the bed. Then again, you should. This isn't your home after all, it probably is Arashi's room.
With the last bit of strength you still have in your body, you sit up again and move to stand from the bed. In the blink of an eye, Arashi is by your side and pushes your shoulders down. You gift him a confused glance and he turns his head away from you, clears his throat and looks at you again, a distinct pale pink dust covering his high cheekbones.
“You shouldn't move yet.”
You look up at him and snicker. You really can't help it, he is so obviously bashful and so obviously trying to hide it that it makes your heart skip a beat and your chest fill with amusement. But you oblige and lay back down, stretching your sore body. The bed is surprisingly comfortable and you feel yourself drift into slumber again.