Princess_Akuma / Obsessed with Tohma from TDB

You returned to Clementia, exhausted, after another long series of rotten days. Getting yelled at, being belittled, running thankless errands, trying to keep up in classes that you keep missing because you’re going on missions that don’t get you any closer to finding a way to break your curse- it was just too much. You groan as you enter the strange sanctuary that is the defunct dorm you live in, kicking your shoes off haphazardly and nearly tripping over them. You trudged up the stairs to your room and lazily threw your bag on the floor and dropped onto your bed. You need a bath. A nice long, hot bath to wash the awful week you’ve been having away.

A trail of discarded clothes followed you to the bathroom, where you were drawing a brain-meltingly hot bath and adding your favorite bubbles and oils. The inviting scent of tea and lavender already began to soothe your nerves. You slipped into the almost-too-hot water and tried to clear your mind. While the problems did start to fade a little, other concerns worked their way in. Your friends outside Darkwick- how are they? Do they even remember you, or did they get Mesmer matched? Will you even remember anything about them after you turn? You’ve never even really dated before coming to Darkwick. It just never seemed important, but now it’s another item in your long list of regrets. As you let that last item linger, you found yourself wondering what another person would feel like as your hands wandered your body, with one settling on your breast and the other finding its way between your legs.

How different would it feel to have someone else touching your breasts? You shivered as you squeezed your nipple and massaged your breast. You began tracing circles on your clit, imagining all the ways that it might be different to have another person touching you, and the way that they would feel against you. How would their body feel? You slipped your fingers into your fluttering cunt, gasping at the feeling of being filled. You fucked yourself with increasingly frenzied energy, using the heel of your palm to rub your clit as you pumped your fingers in and out. Your mind then started picturing the ghouls- who would you even feel comfortable doing anything like this with? The coil that had been winding in your pussy snapped, throwing you into pitching and shaking orgasm, and you screamed his name.

Tohma

Tohma Ishibashi.

You were somewhat confused by where your mind went, and yet the idea did intrigue you. He had always treated you rather cooly, acting more like and older family member or a teacher than a classmate. In spite of the protective guardian stance he had always seemed to regard you from, you had to admit that there were times were glances seemed to linger a little too long, he stood a little too close....

You started imagining what he must look like beneath his flawlessly pressed uniform. He must be in excellent shape, with as huge and heavy as his artifact is. He wielded it like it weighed nothing. Imagine what he could do to you, if he had the mind. You felt your arousal returning as you wandered his body, touching and tasting him all over. How you he fuck you, if he wanted to? Your slipped your fingers back into yourself, thinking about what he would do to you. Slow like this? Hard and fast? How big is he? Would you even be able to take him if he gave you a chance?

You were building the pressure inside again, thinking of all the ways he could have taken you in the time that you've known each other, and how easy it would be for him to have you whenever he wanted. He'd only need to catch you alone, which is so easy for him. You were moaning his name loudly, it echoing wildly against the bathroom tiles. You fucked yourself so hard that the water of your bath churned around you, occasionally splashing on the floor. Your feet slipped around on the floor of your bath, desperately searching for a hold as you reached the tipping point again.

You screamed when you broke, the tension ripping through you in waves far harder than the first time. Every part of you flexed and pulsed as you kept fucking yourself, imagining that it was him as his body pressed against yours and he breathed hard into your ear. You wanted so badly for him to tell you what a good girl you are, letting him use you for his pleasure like this as he pounded against you, using your hair for leverage as the sounds of skin slapping reverberated in the frozen halls. When you were finally fucked out and your arm too tired to continue, you sunk into your bath and let the bliss buzz through your brain.

A thought suddenly bubbled up in your brain- where did all of that come from? "Good girl?" "Letting him use you?" Rough sex and pulling your hair? You had no experience to speak of, much less like that.

You decided that it was probably about time to get out of the bath- the water was cooling and your fingers were wrinkled. Your hand lingered a little over your still oversentive pussy, wondering if you could get off again. You felt more relaxed, sure, but thoughts of Tohma still haunted the forefront of your brain, keeping that swollen, throbbing sensation alive between your legs.

"No, I really need to go get dinner and study," you chided yourself. You probably wouldn't have a chance anyway, so it's pointless to dwell on it.

But dwell on it you did. No matter how much you tried to distract yourself with classes, missions, homework, or friends, those filthy thoughts never left you alone. Your pussy throbbed almost constantly and you were always worried that you were going to soak through your panties, announcing to anyone near you what you were thinking any time you tried to leave a chair. You fucked yourself every chance you got, but it only seemed to make it worse.

After your fourth session of the day, lying in your bed with your fingers still as deep as you could reach, you made a decision- you had to talk to him. You were becoming obsessed to the point you couldn't function. Even if he said no, the rejection might be enough to cool your fires. On the other hand, though...

Luckily, you had an errand to run in Frostheim, so swinging down to see Tohma would be easy enough. Now, how do you even approach this? He always seemed amused when you were bold, but would this be too far? Telling him off or making a "firm request" was a very different type of conversation from, "Hey, I've never had a boyfriend, and I know I don't have much time, and we're both really busy all the time, and it would probably piss your boss off, but I really, really want you. What do you think?"

Ultimately, you decided to wing it. Trying to practice things to say was only making you more nervous and you felt silly reading from a script in your head. You took a deep breath and pushed Frostheim's heavy front door open.

Jin was at least in the neutral end of irritable when you asked him for his signature, and he ordered you to gather and clean his clothes. You didn't really mind- your thoughts were elsewhere and your nerves had your stomach in a twist and your knees shaking. Having collected the clothes and signature, you departed Jin's room and headed toward the room that Tohma often worked in.

You knocked, but didn't receive an answer. You knocked a little louder and called out that it was you. There was a faint scuffling sound from the other side of the door, and it swung open. No one was standing there though, leaving you creeped out and confused. You shuffled quietly in and called a soft, shaky hello. The door closed softly behind you, making you jump a little as you proceeded further into the room.

"Hello y/n. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You jumped at least a foot in the air and screamed. Tohma was standing just behind the door where you couldn't see him, explaining why the door seemed to open and close of its own accord.

"Oh, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something. Something private," you mumbled, your face growing hot.

"Oh?"

The one word answer was not making this easier. You knew that he was enjoying seeing you uncomfortable. You weren't about to be deterred though- you had to try to put this to bed, so to speak. "We're alone, right?"

"Just us and the chess board," he said with a sly smile.

Your words fumbled out. "Well, y-you see, I'm running out of time before my c-curse," you voice cracked on that last word, "before it... takes me."

"Yes."

"And, well, I've never actually had a boyfriend. I know it's too late to have a relationship, but-" Your voice broke again, and you were too embarrassed to continue. His cool demeanor made you feel like you were begging. Throwing yourself at him, and you felt pathetic.

"Go on." That knowing smile again. God, that smile made you weak in the knees, and he definitely knew it. He was playing with you.

"I-I g-guess I was wondering if..." you trailed off, tears prickling in your eyes as you bit your lip. The cold was making the tears sting so much worse. "If you would be willing to, you know..."

"I don't know. What would you like me to do?"

Now he was just being cruel. He was savoring your humiliation, but in spite of all of the shame and embarrassment, your walls still clenched around nothing, wanting for all the world to be clenching his rock hard cock as he railed you.

"I want to try the physical side of a relationship, and I want to try it with you," you whined between hiccuping soft sobs.

"Is that so?"He smiled darkly at your confession, making your cunt clench again. "If you can beat me at a game of chess, I'll do it. If I win..." Another devious smile, "You'll be my servant until further notice."

The way he was looking at you and the tone in his voice both scared and excited you in equal measure. Your mouth went completely dry and your nerves were toying with "fight or flight." ".....What would you have me doing?" You could barely get the words out through such a dry mouth.

"Whatever I want. That's what servants do, afterall. Have you not learned that with Jin?"

"H-he really only ever has me wash his clothes and carry documents for him. Th-that's all."

"Shame. He has you all to himself and he does so little with you. Never mind. Are you interested in my proposal?"

"O-okay. We'll play chess."

An evil smile sweeps across his face as he led you to the chess table.

He was losing on purpose. He had to be. He's always been the better player, and now he was toying with you, dangling the possible results of the game just above your head. He could still win, you could tell that much, but he was playing a sloppy, slow game, all the while smiling that cool, sly smile.

The chill of the room was making you shiver, and the adrenaline coursing through your veins was only serving to increase the rate of your shakes. You hated how wet you were, pressed against the ice cold chair. No matter how you shifted, you couldn't get away from the way the cold made your heat sting.

"What ever is the matter? You seem uncomfortable."

"Just a little cold. I'm fine." The shake in your voice betrayed how not fine you were. His cold, steely blue eyes bore into you as you squirmed. He's amused. Of course he is. Maybe you should just give up on this. You're going to have to leave soon if you're going to make it on time for your afternoon classes. "I can't stay much longer. My afternoon classes are coming soon."

"Really? I hadn't noticed how late it had gotten. In that case, I forfeit. You win this game."

You balked at his declaration. "Wait, you're quitting? We could finish the game later."

"No, I'm not quitting. I concede victory to you." His smile was downright evil and there was something very dark in his eyes.

"O-oh, uhm, okay then. I should still get going." You were more afraid than aroused at this point. You were starting to regret the choice to pursue this fantasy that had been living loudly in your mind for weeks. You were trying to gather your things, but your hands were shaking so badly that you had trouble gripping anything. After getting your things packed up just enough to be able to move, Tohma stood up from his chair suddenly, causing you to drop everything again. He approached you ominously, closing in on you as you tried to back away. Your stomach dropped when your back hit the door. Your hand scrambled on the knob, the sweat on your palms making it impossible to grip it. He was nearly pressed against you, staring down at you with that same dark look. The lock clicked, sealing your fate.

"You can't leave without your winnings."

He seized you around the waist and lifted you like you weighed nothing, carrying you over to the chess table. He swept the pieces off with a swift swing of his arm, sending them clattering all over the floor. He put you down on the table hard and pushed you onto your back, holding you still by your neck. He wasn't squeezing, but it would be so easy for him. With his free hand, he ripped your underwear away like they were wet tissue. "Tohma, p-please stop. You're sca-aring me," you choked and sobbed.

"Is this not what you wanted?" He stared down at you, his eyes glittering darkly. The swiped his gloved fingers over your soaked pussy and smiled. "You certainly seem to want this." He pulled his glove off with his teeth on dropped it on your stomach. "You've soaked right through my glove," he growled, slipping his fingers between your folds and pressing circles onto your clit.

You gasped and shook, relishing his touch, and you hated yourself for it. You were terrified, desperately wanting to escape from whatever things he was thinking, and yet you didn't want him to stop. Your internal battle only worsened as he pushed his fingers into your pussy, causing it to clench around his large, long fingers. His fingers felt better than yours ever did, and the way he worked his thumb over your throbbing clit made you wail.

"Look at how you're taking it. You must have wanted this for a long time to be this eager. How long have you wanted this?"

You choked back a sob when he curled his fingers forward and viciously fucked your g spot, never letting up on your clit. He was taking the tension that had been living inside you for weeks to a whole new height. You squirmed against his touch, moaning and crying at the same time. You pulled at his wrist, trying to get him to let you go, but you weren't nearly strong enough.

"I asked you a question," he said coldly, squeezing your neck and forcing you to look at him. "Don't make me ask again."

You could barely speak between the hold on your throat and how hard you were sobbing. "A-a-a long time," you cried shrilly. You were on the edge of exploding, and you felt disgusting for how badly you wanted it.

"How long?" He tightened his grip again, making you see stars.

"A... few... weeks..." you gasped softly as the room started to spin. You needed air, and you were getting too hazy to fight for it. Just before your vision started to darken, he fucked on you his fingers mercilessly, driving you over the edge and suddenly released his grip.

It all hit you harder than you could handle. The crush of cumming on his fingers as he pounded them in and out of you, relentlessly rubbing his thumb over your throbbing clit. The sudden influx of air as you gasped in as the crash hit had your mind reeling as your body shook with the electric force shooting in waves in time with the clenching and pulsing on your dripping wet cunt. You screamed between gasps as you tried to find your equilibrium. You gripped his arm, the only thing you could reach from your current position.

You had stopped cumming, but he wouldn't stop. You were beyond overstimulated, tears running freely down you face as you sobbed, begging him to stop and you pointlessly writhed under his grip.

"You want me to stop?"

"P-pleee-ease!"

Just like that, he pulled his fingers out of you and leaned over you, bringing his soaked hand to your face. "You're filthy, and now my hand is filthy from you. You're going to lick my fingers clean, understood?"

You nodded, dreading what he might do if you tried to refuse. He ordered you to open your mouth, and jammed his fingers in so far that it made you gag. His fingers were completely covered in your juices, and that was the only thing you could taste as he pushed and pulled his fingers in your mouth. You tried the lick them to try to appease him, but that.... didn't get you the reaction you wanted.

"If that's what you want to do with your mouth, I'll be happy to put it to better use."

With his hand still wrapped around your throat, he undid his belt and pants, pulling them down just far enough to pull his cock out. He was thick. Very thick. You knew what he was about to make you do, and hoped that he would be content at that, fearful of how much he would stretch you. "On your knees."

He pulled you by your neck from the flat position you had been in to the edge of the table. He released your neck, only to grab a handful of your hair and push you to the floor. You looked up at him, your eyes red and puffy from crying, "Please, just stop... let me leave... I won't tell anyone."

"Not until you have your prize. Open your mouth." You complied, fighting back bitter tears on resentment and regret. If you had known he was like this, you would never have come here. Your arousal would have been dead and buried along with the people in the cemetery at your dorm. He held your hair tightly as he fucked your face. His face was slightly flushed now, and he was breathing a little louder. "Y/n, I dare say you have a gift for this." His thrusts were becoming faster and more erratic, and he was gripping your hair so hard it hurt.

When he came, you choked. He buried his cock all the way to your throat as he fired rope after rope of cum. You were breathing sharp ragged pants through your nose, trying to not vomit as he kept making you gag. You desperately grabbed at his hips, sinking your nails in as hard as you could to try to make him stop.

Argeas

You came so suddenly and sharply that you threw your head back despite Tohma having an iron grip on your hair. You had forgotten about his stigma, and you're unwittingly enhancing it. He said it twice more, rendering you weak and helpless. He released your hair, allowing you to melt onto the frozen floor. He stared down at you, a look of... pity?... crossing his face. Soundlessly, he swept you up and laid you back on the chess table before walking away.

You laid motionless on the frigid table, trying to collect yourself to attempt to escape. You broke into exhausted sobs when you realized that you could barely lift your head, let alone try to outrun a ghoul. You jumped when a tea cup suddenly appeared in front of you. "Drink it. It'll help your throat." You tried your hardest to rise to an upright position, but you couldn't summon enough energy for even that.

"I see."

He sat you up and held the cup to your lips. You sputtered on the first sip of tea, but the warmth was indeed soothing on your throat. He helped you drink the rest of the cup, walked off, and returned with some small snack items. The sudden change between the Tohma who had just done.... all of that to you and this Tohma who was helping you drink some tea and eat some small foods gave you whiplash. It was like he flipped a switch between personalities. You didn't want to question the change and risk turning him back into the other Tohma, but your face must have asked instead.

"You're clearly too weak to continue, but you can't leave yet. Your winnings," he said with that same sinister tone, "are still not collected."

Were you in a stronger state, you would have cried, but you had gone numb. You barely had the energy to hold yourself up, let alone cry or scream. You nodded, staring blankly at him.

"You need more time, it seems." He pushed another cup of tea into your hands and sat a small plate of light foods beside you. "It's not enjoyable if you're not able to be active. You also couldn't leave in your current state, regardless."

He was right. At this point and with the little energy you had, you steeled yourself for whatever else your "winnings" entailed.

You had recovered enough for the reality of your situation to return to your mind, and your stomach lurched and your face got hot. He smiled that dark smile when he saw that you were starting to come around. He walked around to your front and pushed your thighs apart, stepping between them and pressing your bodies tight together. Your heart hammered against your chest as you felt him keenly for the first time. He was more muscular than you had dreamt in all of your fantasies. He wrapped one arm tight around your waist and turned your face upward to face him.

"So pretty. Prettier when your face is covered in tears, though," he said, giving you an appraising look before pressing a hard kiss on your lips. You gasped sharply, and he forced your mouth open further and explored your mouth with his tongue. You moaned softly and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and leaned into his kiss. You trembled when his hand traveled to the back of your neck and into your hair. You felt him smile, and he pulled your head back.

His kissed his way to your neck, where he bit and sucked several marks. "People will see," you whined softly. "I know," he huffed, biting you hard enough to make you yelp. Your legs started shaking slightly as his hand roamed your body. You felt him smile again and he asked in a deep velvety tone, "Already? I've barely touched you." He released your hair and set to work on unbuttoning your shirt, popping them one at a time and pulling it open in small increments. You were nervous about what he was going to do, given everything that happened earlier. He pushed your shirt and uniform jacket off your shoulders and down your arms, leaving you in only your bra and skirt. You shivered hard at the cold prickling on your sweat damp skin.

"Cold?" he laughed, unclipping your bra before pushing you down on the table, pinning you by your neck once more. He pressed against you and bit and sucked new marks onto your chest after slipping your bra off you arms. You felt his growing erection pressing hard against your naked heat that was getting wetter by the second. How could you even be turned on right now? You were still in shock from earlier, and you knew that he was going to be getting rough with you again soon. He pulled your skirt from over your hips, leaving you completely undressed in a freezing room. A cold chill ran through your entire body, compounded by the sensation of his fingers diving between your folds.

You cried out loudly in equal parts pleasure, pain, and surprise when he rammed his fingers into you, and pressed his thumb over your clit, causing a hard jolt through you. He smiled at your cry and fucked you harder, making you cry, scream and squirm. "If you keep being so loud, I'm going to have you find a way to keep you quiet." His tone was ominous. You felt yourself clench involuntarily on his vicious fingers. You bit your lip to keep yourself quiet as he continued slamming into you. Your eyes began to prickle with new tears and you sniffled as you tried to choke back sobs and cries.

"I didn't say be silent. You obviously like this, so moan for it."

You did as he ordered, squeaking little moans between the sobs you body was wracked with. He smiled evilly and released your throat, trailing his fingers down your torso, settling on your hip and sinking his fingers into your soft flesh. You hissed your pain, fighting the instinct to scream with everything you had. He dropped to one knee and roughly forced one leg over his shoulder, and pinned it in place. Tohma drew a long line upward on your thigh with the tip of his tongue, stopping just short of your pussy. Your thighs quaked around him, no matter how hard you tried to steady yourself. With a dark laugh, he kissed and bit the innermost part of your thigh with just as much force as he had done with your neck. He was marking you everywhere to make sure that everyone who saw you knew what you had done.

You were filled with abject terror. Was he about to bite... there? It would be impossible to stay quiet if he did. Your brain was overrun with horrifying scenarios, partially drowning out the marking he was doing, the pain of his grip, and how hard he was fucking you on his fingers. You were shocked out of your thoughts when he flicked his tongue over your clit.

You nearly screamed, but you got your hands over your mouth before it got out. "What was that? I didn't hear you." Another flick. Your thigh twitched on his shoulder and you let out a chattering moan. He hooked his fingers on your g spot and hit your soft spot with a series of feather light flicks, making your back arch and forcing a whine out of you. The contrast between how hard he was fucking your pussy and how lightly he was licking your clit was making you dizzy and starting to build the tension in your belly. Your face was burning with shame. "What kind of girl gets off while being treated like this?" you thought to yourself. A sob ripped out of you and you covered your face with your arms and twisted your fingers in your damp hair.

Tohma paused, his blue eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Hold your hair if you want, but I forbid you to hide your face." As soon as you tearfully complied, he resumed with increased energy, making you wail. You could feel the tension reaching your breaking point. You whined sharply between choppy sobs, and reflexively reached for his wrist. He slapped your hand away with a terse "No." You grabbed at the edges of your uniform, finding anything to keep you grounded was a frantic need as he continued his relentless assault on your soft spots. "Toh- I-!"

Your vision went white and your ears were ringing as you floated in that brief moment after the tension breaks but before the crash begins.

It hit you like a meteor. Your back arched sharply and your free leg slammed like a vice around his head, knocking his monocle to the floor. Neither of you cared in the moment, but you knew in the back of your mind that you were going to pay for that later. A scream ripped out of you, followed by moan after helpless moan. The power of the waves crashing through you made you see stars as your body tingled with shot after shot of burning electricity. Your hands tore at the edges of your jacket and your toes curled so hard they cramped. A light, stinging sweat broke over your body. His fingers were hooked on your g spot, and he was rubbing them hard over just that soft spot while his tongue flicked and danced over your throbbing clit. He was going to make you cum again.

You hated yourself for loving this. You hated your body for betraying you like this. You hated him for making you love this while treating you so cruelly. You wished that you had never come here and that you could escape, but you also didn't want to. His calm demeanor and "proper" mannerisms had fooled you, and you hated both of you for it.

The storm of conflicting feelings roiling inside you was interrupted when another orgasm broke over you. You sobbed loudly, tears pouring from your raw, red eyes and wave after wave rolled through you. He seemed to be enjoying your miserable pleasure, if his throaty chuckle was anything to go by. He didn't seem like he planned on stopping, even after you began twitching and jerking each time he flicked his soft, highly skilled tongue over your over-sensitive clit. Only once you were fully begging between hitched breaths did he wipe his face on your inner thigh and hold his fingers to your mouth. "You know what to do."

This time, you were very careful as you sucked your juices from his fingers, not wanting a repeat of last time. He stood between your weak, shaking legs and stared down at you, watching you as you cautiously cleaned his fingers. He pulled them from your mouth with a pop, then leaned over you and whispered something that made your blood run cold.

"I'm going to ruin you."

Your adrenaline hit you hard enough to give you almost enough energy to try to escape. Almost. He had you pinned in your back again before you could even manage to roll of the table. He held your face as made you watch as he loosened his tie, discarding it somewhere on the floor, unbuttoned his coat, then vest, then shirt, and finally his pants, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. "Don't you dare look away," he growled before releasing your squished cheeks. He threw all of his upper garments off, exposing a body that under any other circumstances would make you blush.

His entire body was as fair as his face, strongly resembling a marble statue of the highest quality. His cock was only slightly darker, with a slight pink tone, and several veins on the surface. You had only glimpsed it earlier, but it was indeed quite thick and the head was thicker than you thought. He's beautiful, standing completely undressed before you. Then it clicked, and your stomach dropped. "P-please no. Not like this," you pleaded tearfully. "I'm not r-ready. Please not yet"

"No? Isn't this why you came here? I've done quite a lot to prepare you," he cooed in a mocking tone as the dragged his cock back and forth in your slit, wetting it. "You won our game. It would be rude to refuse." You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to prepare yourself for what you knew was about to happen. He grabbed your face again, harder this time. "I told you not to look away."

It honestly didn't matter if your eyes were open at this point anyway. Your vision was becoming blurry with a seemingly endless river of tears, so much so that he himself was becoming a blur. He continued rubbing himself back and forth over your sloppy cunt, staring hard down on your weeping form, ensuring that you were watching what he was doing. He hated you. You were sure of it. No one treats someone like this if they don't. Your body was going weak again, and you were struggling to look down were your bodies were rubbing. "Tohh. 'M- Hard to stay up," you whimpered, not wanting to anger him further.

"I see." He grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you you a nearly seated position. He lined himself up with your entrance and stared hard into your face. "You're going to watch this, and you're going to like it."

It felt like he was going to tear you apart from the inside. You hissed and sobbed violently as you watched him bottom out in one slow, agonizing thrust. Every time you tried to squeeze your eyes shut or look away, he grabbed you by the face or hair and forced you to look as he pushed his way in. He didn't allow you to lie back then, either. He made you watch as he fucked you slowly, snapping his hips at the end of each thrust. Your head was spinning, and your stomach turned when you saw that you're bleeding.

"So you were a virgin," he observed with a sardonic smirk, sinking in again with a snap. Were. Past tense. You wailed a sob of complete misery. This is all wrong. This isn't how this was supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to be this kind of person. You could never have another first time. This is it, there's no doing it over. It hurt. It burned. Each time he bottomed out with a snap it felt like a punch to your stomach, and yet he was still able to hit your soft spot while hurting you so badly. How? How?! This isn't fair!

Just then, he pushed you back down onto the table and caged you between his arms "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered thickly into your ear. You whimpered a pathetic plea for him to stop, and he simply said no, repeated his instruction to wrap your legs around his waist, and reminded you that making him repeat himself is not a good idea. Then he kissed you softly, as gently as you would have hoped for if things had gone the way you imagined. His body pressed against yours and he fucked you slowly, in a way that could have been mistaken for making love if someone walked in now. You fearfully wrapped your arms around him, which he permitted, much to your surprise and relief. This softness was the oasis that you had been desperately seeking since this all started.

Keeping you loosely held down with one arm, he trailed his fingers softly down your side and grasped your hip, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, but not painfully. He rolled his hips against yours, still snapping at the bottom. It made you shiver. The pain, though still very present, had started to settle into background noise, allowing the pleasure he was inflicting on you to come forward. You felt him smile against your lips and huff before diving into another kiss and running his fingers through your hair. You tensed, fearing that he was about to yank it for doing... something.... wrong. "Relax. You're being so good right now, doing as you're told and taking me so well. Be a good girl and everything will be fine."

Those words- good girl- they had rolled through several of your many fantasies. You moaned softly at hearing them and your walls fluttered around his slowly pistoning rock hard cock. The snaps were starting to feel like small bursts of sparks inside you, building heat with each burst. You were breathing in shivering moans against his soft lips, far softer than they felt the first time he kissed you. He licked your lip softly, slipping it into your mouth when you gasped. "So gentle now," you thought to yourself, "Maybe its because he knows?" Your tongues danced together, and massaged the other. The pitch of your moans were getting higher, telling him that you were getting close to the edge.

He moved his hand from your hip and whispered "Put your leg over my shoulder," against your lip in a throaty voice. You did your best, but your legs were quite feeble. "Help, please? 'M weak." you asked meekly, fearful of setting him off. "Since you asked nicely, pretty girl," he crooned into your ear before wrapping his arm around your shivering leg, hoisting it over his steely shoulder.

"So... s-so deep," you sighed when he bottomed out again "So g-good."

"Oh?" His voice had an edge to it, but it was more low and breathy than sharp. Your trembling hands rubbed over his very muscled back, feeling them flex and release with every thrust. You were very mindful to not sink your nails in no matter how good he was making you feel, lest you make him change his mind. A light sweat had broken across his alabaster skin, and his breath was hot against your neck. He pressed your leg tighter to your chest and drew a long, achingly slow thrust with an especially sharp snap at the bottom. It made you cry out as another firecracker shot sparks through you.

With a sharp huff, he snapped his hips, driving his cock deep in you, faster and sharper. The sparks were becoming almost constant, and at this rate, it was going to ignite the powder keg he had been pressurizing in your clenching pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched. Your hands trembled and flexed on his back. Your voice was turning hoarse and your throat hurt, but you were panting sharp, high gasps as your tension was reaching the critical point.

He slowed slightly, holding you on the edge, and bit your ear lightly. "Listen to me, and well."

"Mhm."

"Use your words," he rasped.

"Yes."

"Are you going to do as I tell you, without question or complaint?"

"Y-yes," you moaned through brain fog.

"Are you going to be a good girl and take it every way I give it?"

"Yes," you gasped sharply.

"Yes what?"

"Yes..... please?"

He laughed darkly against your neck before rising to look into your eyes. His pupils were blown, but that clear, pale blue shone coldly, piercing your heart like ice and your cunt pulsed. The cold terrified you- any moment he could switch to the cruel Tohma, and you knew it, but he was still holding you on the edge of cumming.

"Beg for it. I can tell that you're close, so beg for it," he groaned, eyes boring into you.

You balked at his command, but didn't dare delay or question him.

"Please... let me?"

"Let you what? Use your words."

He was back to humiliating you, and it almost backed you off from the edge that he had you precariously balanced on. Almost as though he sensed it, he picked up just enough to keep you there.

"Please let me cum?"

"How do you want me to do that?"

The question made your brain short out briefly. "Keep... Going?"

"Going what? Tell me what you want."

Your face burned and tears formed on the corners of your eyes again.

"Please keep fucking me," you choked. The tears started flowing again.

"That's what you want?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please," you sobbed, "Please keep fucking me so I can cum."

"Such language," he laughed, "But since you asked so nicely-" he kissed your forehead and bottomed out, snapping his hips hard and fast, over and over. It stole your breath and sent you over the edge.

The crushing weight that hit you forced the air from your lungs. You couldn't scream, regardless of how sore your throat might be. You tried to bury your shame-reddened face in his shoulder, partially to muffle any sounds you might make, but he told you not to hide, this is what you wanted. Your body was wracked with spasms and sobs as your orgasm detonated and exploded in waves of fire and lightning in rapid succession, drawn and detonated anew with each snap of his hips. You dug your nails into his back as he coldly regarded your weakened form, subject to his every whim, and took his enjoyment from you. He fucked you harshly, forcing your body to keep firing waves of sparks from your core.

Your mind had gone blank, the only thing you could think of was him and what he was doing to you. When the final electric jolt snapped out from your heat, your body went limp. You could barely keep your eyes open, having been fucked out so hard and emotionally drained. Your breath was shallow and rapid, making you see spots.

"Slow your breathing or you're going to pass out."

"Mnnmmnn..."

The world went black.

You awoke some time later, still on the table, but wrapped in a thick blanket. A pair of chess pieces-a rook and a pawn- sat directly in front of your face. The scent of tea wafted past your face, making your painfully dry mouth water. You huffed softly as you tried to sit up, but your body was still far too weak, so you settled for swiping the chess pieces from the table in your frustration.

"Oh, you're awake." His shoes clacked sharply on the floor somewhere behind you, walking your direction. "It would seem that I was too hard on you." He appeared in front of you, holding a cup of tea and snacks. "I imagine that you'll need help again," he said with a wry smile. You had never hated anyone as much as you hated him in that moment. "This is your fault. You did this to me," you thought bitterly, though you didn't dare voice it in your current state.

"Oh, dear, what a scary look," he gasped mockingly, "You better not bite me." He laughed darkly and deeply as he sat you up and held the cup to your lips. It took every ounce of self control you had to swallow the tea, rather than spit it out in his face. Even though your current state is of his doing, he could have left you unconscious and naked down here, which would have almost certainly resulted in you freezing to death. No, you have to play nice in order to get through this. You choked slightly on a large sip of tea, and you accidentally coughed some in his face while trying to clear your throat. "That'll have to be good enough," you thought to yourself.

Tohma simply sighed, looking slightly disgusted. He pulled a handkerchief from his vest pocket and wiped it away. "I'll let it go this one time, and only because of how tired you are," he cautioned ominously, "Don't let it happen again." You nodded, suddenly reminded of just how truly helpless you are in this situation. He returned the handkerchief to his pocket and lifted the cup to your lips again. "Small sips," he said softly, "small sips, pretty girl." He helped you through the cup of tea before offering you a bar of some sort. It looked dry and unappealing, but it was your only option. "What is it?" you asked, hoping to sound more curious than disgusted. "Oh, it's a protein bar."

"Protein bar?"

"Yes. They're good for recovering energy after intense exercise. Do you need help with it?"

"No, I think I can do it."

He just smiled and walked away, returning shortly with more tea. He settled in the chair in front of you, sipping at his own cup of tea. You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, suddenly acutely aware of how cold and how naked you were. You nibbled at the bar, which was neither as dry or disgusting as it looked, and looked for your clothes and belongings, which were nowhere to be seen. "If you're looking for your personal effects, I have them in my room. I've taken the liberty of washing Jin's laundry and returning the paperwork on your behalf," he reported coolly. "My clothes?"

"Folded and dry in my room, as I said."

"H-how long was I... out?"

"About three hours, now. Don't worry, I've kept a close eye on you and kept the other students from coming in here. Wouldn't want them to see you in such a state, hm?"

Three hours. Exactly how long have you been in this freezer?

"Um, what time is it?" you asked, voice soft and meek.

"It's....just before 8 pm," he replied, check his watch. "Do you have somewhere to be?"

You've been down here for over eight hours. You felt sick. "No, I just missed all of my classes, and I had a study group I was supposed to meet right after dinner," you whispered with a small crack. "I'm sure it's fine. I'll tell them I didn't feel well and fell asleep. They'll understand."

"It's going to be obvious that you weren't asleep," he replied, taking a sip from his cup. He was right. Your legs were covered in various bruises and marks, and you could only imagine how your neck looked. He must have bitten and sucked more marks on your legs after you passed out because they peppered both thighs and went all the way to your ankles. You started trembling and breathing harder when you realized that your arms were similarly marked. Tears started trying to well up in your puffy eyes, but you fought them back. "May I ask something, please? Promise you won't get mad?"

"Go on."

"What did you do after I passed out?"

He scoffed into his cup. "I didn't finish, if that's what you're asking."

"You.... didn't?"

"No."

".....Why?"

"You were unconscious. I'm not a monster."

You sat quietly, stunned and confused. He could have just..... but he didn't? None of any part of this made sense. He fucked you like he hated you, seemed to enjoy humiliating you, but then was oddly tender and caring when you wouldn't have expected it. You steeled your nerves, and in a quaking, barely audible voice asked, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Doing what to you?"

"You, um, well...... treated..... me like you hate me, and like you want to humiliate me, but now you're being really caring. And you were very gentle when you saw that I was," your voice cracked on the past tense, "a virgin. I'm so confused." The last sentence was was a breathy sob.

"If I hated you, we wouldn't be having this conversation," he sighed dismissively.

Your blood ran cold and your stomach turned. Was that a threat? Would he have... killed... you?

The question must have been on your face because he heaved a deep sigh. "I don't bed people I dislike. I may have unusual predilections, but I still have standards. High standards, in fact."

"Pre...dilections.....?"

"Yes, predilections" he huffed irritably, "Have you finished the protein bar? You still haven't touched your second cup of tea."

You popped the last corner into your mouth and nodded, bringing a small smile to his lips. "Drink your tea, then."

The two of you sipped your tea in quiet. After a time, he stated that he also had a question. You looked at him and nodded.

"How many firsts?

"Firsts?"

"You were a virgin. How many other firsts?"

You stared down into your nearly empty cup and confessed in a soft voice, "All of them."

"Oh?

"Yeah."

"I wouldn't have expected that. You seem to have quite some talent."

You gave him a quizzical look and relied "Thanks?" before downing the rest of your tea. He gave you an odd smile in return and rose from his chair. "More tea? You haven't had much to eat or drink today." You asked for more, grateful to have something to soothe your sore throat, but also a way of keeping his hands off of you. Or so you thought. He stood in front of you, close enough to feel his breath, and wordlessly cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb softly over it. "I'm very fond of you, y/n. I always have been." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and returned to his chair. Bewildered would be an understatement for how you felt in that moment. You decided to try to hide behind another sip of tea, letting the warmth flow through you.

You sat together in soft silence again, sipping your tea and not talking. He finished his cup first and set it off to the side, settling into observing you as you sipped at the rest of yours. His face was unreadable, and his gaze made your insides squirm. Every time you raised your eyes, his were locked on you, silently evaluating you for something, though you had no idea what.

He broke the silence. "Are you nearly finished with your tea?"

You nodded, dreading what he was going to do next. "Let me take your cup then." You handed it over with shivering hands, though it wasn't clear if it was the cold or the adrenaline pouring into your bloodstream. After setting it aside, he carried you to the chair he had been sitting on and laid you face down across his lap. His hands rubbed over your back, with one traveling down to your exposed buttocks. In one swift movement, he slapped a stinging spanking, drawing a startled cry from you. "That's for not changing your breathing when I told you to." Another sharp slap. Another pained cry. "And that's for worrying me."

His hand lingered after the second impact, massaging the stinging away. His hand then traveled to your slit and slipped his deft fingers between your folds, drawing a new cry when he began a firm massage on your clit. Your legs bucked when he began massaging circles around your nub. "You're already getting wet again." No. That can't be right. He just spanked you like a naughty child, and it was still prickling from the shock. He has to be trying to fool you, right?

That's what you thought, until he glided his fingers inside your aching hole. You startled at the intrusion, but you couldn't stop the moan from escaping. "You want to go again, it seems," he cooed darkly, "But you'll have to wait. You haven't earned it yet" You felt his cock pulse and harden as he fucked you slowly on his fingers, drawing soft moans and hiccuping breaths from your still achy throat. He turned his hand inside you, positioning his thumb so that he could resume massaging your soft spot. You felt your face flush in embarrassment when you felt your juices trickle forward and drip from your mound. Another orgasm was already starting to awaken inside your belly, and you were powerless against it.

His free hand traveled from your back and settled around your throat. Was he going to choke you again? You truly hoped not. The last thing you wanted was to lose consciousness again, but it orgasm you so hard the first time that it made you see stars, so you might not be able to withstand it again. You were beginning to wonder if he could read your thoughts because he released your throat and busied his free hand with loosening his tie and releasing his top few buttons. Not that you were overly focused on much beyond what he was doing to you. His fingers were pumping harder in you and his thumb was merciless. Your legs scrambled, desperately trying to find purchase on the slick floor beneath them. Your hands gripped the chair leg and his ankle, and your entire body was almost vibrating. You were squirming so hard that the free hand that had been wandering pressed on your back to pin you in place. Your breath was coming in rapid pants and moans, and you were right at the precipice when he slowed, bringing you back just enough.

"Ask for it."

"Please!

"Please what?"

"Please let me cum!"

Without a word, he pushed you over the edge. Your vision went dark for only a moment before it exploded in white. Your entire body wracked in spasms emanating from your clenching, dripping pussy. You moaned in tearless mewls and gasps as the electric vibrations powered their way throughout your entire body. He didn't stop, but instead fucked you harder on his fingers, thumb rolling over your throbbing, oversensitive clit, making you buck to try to escape. He wouldn't let you. It wasn't until the pulses subsided and you went somewhat limp did he stop. He slid you off his lap and on to your knees. He held his wet fingers to your lips. "You know what to do."

You sucked his fingers until he popped them from your mouth, smirking at how well you were taking his commands. He unbuttoned his shirt and vest, his fingers still wet with saliva, and cast them onto the counter beside him. With an evil grin, he stood in front of you and removed his lower garments, diamond hard erection tapping slightly off your nose when it sprang free. You sat, paralyzed in shock at having just had a cock bounce off your face. "Well?" Oh, right. You shifted on your knees and took a few timid kitten licks, looking up at him. He smiled down at you and nodded for you to continue. You pressed the flat of your tongue on the base and drew a long line along its length before taking it into your mouth. He sighed, almost soundlessly, and twisted his fingers in your hair, though not as hard as he had.

You worked you head back and forth along the length, trying to not hit your aching throat. You wrapped your hand around the base and worked it in time with your mouth. "That should help keep it from going so deep," you mused. You looked up at him to find that his head was back and his chest muscles were twitching just a bit. You were certain that he was about to finish, so you were trying to prepare yourself for his shot when he suddenly pulled out of your mouth and stood you up. "You can't have it that easy," he growled in your ear. He spun you around and marched you the table and bent you over it. Oh god no.

"Please, Tohma, no! I''ll do anything and everything you want, just please don't do that," you pleaded through desperate sobs.

He grabbed both of your shoulders and stood you up sharply before crushing you against him in a back hug. "I have never, and will never do that," he whispered as his hand dove between your legs, "I will never do that to you. You have my word." He held you in that crushing hug, rubbing his cock against your ass, one hand working your nub and the other pinching at your nipple. You sobbed in relief, until he pinched your nipple hard enough to make you yelp. He huffed against your neck and forced your upper half back down on the table with a dull thump. He pinned you in place by the back of your neck. trailing his slicked fingers over your lip. You sucked on the tips as best you could. "Oh, good girl," he crooned, "I didn't even have to tell you this time." He slipped his erection into your slit, wetting it with your sloppy juices, and you gave a trembling sigh at the sensation.

"Do you want it?"

"Y-yes," you confessed, quiet as a mouse.

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you."

"Yes, I want it."

"Want what? Tell me."

"We're back to humiliation," you thought, knot twisting in your stomach. "Yes, I want you inside me."

"What do you want me inside for? Be specific."

You choked a hard sob back as the tears started to fall. "I-I want you to fuck me. I w-waant your... pen-is... in-side my v-vagina-a." You couldn't hold the sobs in anymore. They punctuated your words in odd ways, but you still managed to say what you thought he wanted to hear. "P-lea-se."

"Such a filthy request. You're turning into quite the whore already," he replied before pushing himself in, once again bottoming out in one stroke. You flinched at that word. He leaned forward over your sobbing form and lifted you backward by your shoulder. "I told you I'm going to ruin you. I'm going to make you my whore, to use for my pleasure however and whenever I want," he whispered thickly into your ear, drawing a slow thrust. A chattering moan. "You will be at my beck and call whenever I want you." Another thrust, harder than the previous, a sharper moan. "You will be mine alone. I forbid you to allow anyone else to touch you." A thrust hard enough to sound skin on skin. You muffled a scream with your hand. "If you disobey me, or allow anyone else to touch you, including the captain, there will be hell to pay." Skin slapping, another muffled scream. "Is that understood?" Two more slaps, two more screams to match.

"Yes," you wailed loudly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I understand." Serveral loud, rapid slaps. Screams to match, no longer muffled.

"You understand what?"

You could barely get the words out, you were crying so hard. "I'm your whore. You use me. No one else." He smiled against your sweat soaked neck, and whispered "Good girl." He thumped you back down on the table, pinning you between the shoulders and fixing and iron grip around your hip. He pumped slower now, though the report of skin of skin still sounded when he snapped his hips. This was a new pain. The constant ache of the stretch and soreness from earlier joined with a sharp stab every time he bottomed out and snapped. Your fingers dug into the edges of the table in front of you as you heaved massive sobs. Due to the pain, you hadn't noticed that he released your shoulders until a loud smack echoed through the icy room as he spanked you again. "Don't you dare damage the table." You nodded, words no longer usable with the depth of your sobs.

He suddenly wrenched you away from the table just enough to be able to slip his hand down in front of you. You had been trying so hard to contain your sounds- no screams, no crying- but this broke you. Your back arched and you made a strangled sound somewhere between a wail and a moan. He huffed a soft laugh, "You really are a whore. I'm going to make you crave be used." He started fucking you harder, still slow, but mercilessly deep with deeper snaps while rubbing his fingers back and forth over your clit. You walls started squeezing and clenching around him as you approached a climax, your back flexing and arching as your toes curled.

Your body was about to betray you again and you sobbed in resentment. You hated yourself. You hated him more for what he was doing, and being So. Damn. Good. at driving you over the edge while being so cruel to you, causing you so much pain and humiliation. You needed him to make you cum, and you knew he was going to make you beg for it first. You couldn't stand the delay this time, "P-please, Tohma, please don't stop fucking me! I need it!" you wailed in wanton lust, in spite of everything you were feeling. He huffed in amusement at your plea, and fucked you over the edge.

Your brain completely shut down when the crash hit you. A coil deep inside you snapped, making you convulse as a catastrophic wave of heat and electricity washed over your being. Your juices ran down your leg and dripped to the floor from the strength of the wave. One pulse after another, ripped out from your cunt, running through every inch of you. You couldn't stop the moans escaping your mouth as you came so hard, driven further by the way Tohma drove his cock in and out, and hit every soft spot with laser precision. You heard a deep groan from behind you before he buried his cock as far in as he physically could. It thobbed inside, pouring shot after shot of cum inside your clenching pussy. He stayed deep in you, breathing faster and holding hard onto your hip until his own orgasm finished.

When he finally pulled out of you, you were going limp against his hand and the table. He propped you a little more on the table and walked away, leaving you shaking and weak with his cum running down your inner thigh. It flowed in a lazy rivulet before dropping off to the floor. It felt like it was nearly a bucket worth. He returned with a towel just in time to catch you before your legs gave out. "It would seem I've worn you out again," he said, tone almost tender. Let me clean you up. I'll take you to my room so you can rest properly while I tidy up down here."

His room. Oh no. If there was one place you didn't want to be, it was in his bedroom. You can buy new things to replace what's in there, but you would rather do the walk of shame home in a blanket than stay in his room. You tried to object, tell him that you didn't want to trouble him, that you've already taken so much of his time, that you need to study and be ready for class in the morning. Every excuse you could come up was deflected with a way that it could be dealt with from his room or with his assistance. The one that made tears threaten to build again was when he told you that you aren't going to class tomorrow with no further explanation or clarification.

He gently wiped both of your mixed fluids away, being especially gentle on your raw heat. "I can help you bathe when we get upstairs. I have a private bathroom, so no one will see you in this state." Small miracles. You had no clue how bad it was, but you were certain you looked horrible. He dressed, looking as proper as ever with not even a hair out of place. He then rolled you up in the blanket, hiding everything but your face and toes. He effortlessly opened the door and started up the hallway to the dorms.

You didn't see anyone on the way until the worst possible run-in happened. Well, second worst. Kaito and Luca were casually walking down the dorm hall toward you. At first it almost seemed as though they wouldn't notice you, being nearly cocooned and all, but then Kaito shrieked.

"Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHY ARE YOU CARRYING HER LIKE THAT? WHY ARE YOU IN THE DORM HALLWAY WITH HER? ARE YOU TAKING HER-"

Tohma cut him off. "She collapsed downstairs, and I'm taking her to my room to recover so I can keep an eye on her. I don't want to return her to her dorm until I'm sure that she will be fine."

"Shouldn't he go to Mortkranken then?" Luca questioned, suspiciously. "If she is unwell enough to collapse, she may need medical care."

"I assure you that I will see that she gets medical care if it becomes unmanageable. With the tension between Frostheim and Mortkranken, I would prefer to minimize interaction as much as possible."

Luca must have noticed your eyes screaming because he said, surprisingly firmly while grabbing Tohma's arm, "Vice-captain, I must insist that we take her for medical care. We can take her to the clinic or Darkwick General if Mortkranken would be a problem."

"I will see to it if necessary, Errant. I do not need your guidance. Now unhand me," Tohma said in a tone icier than Frostheim itself, "Before I report you for insubordination."

Luca glared daggers at Tohma, unwilling to trust his word, but knowing that he couldn't do anything about it without risking Jin's wrath. "Let us know how she is doing. I'm sure that the captain will also be concerned." With that, Luca turned on his heel and strode the other direction, Kaito following him after a loud squeak upon realizing that Luca was leaving without him.

Your hope of getting away walked away with them.

When you arrived at his room, the first thing that you noticed was how clean it smelled, though you couldn't really see much at first. His room had a scent somewhere between citrus and soap. It was actually very calming, despite your current predicament. When the light came on, you saw that his room matched the scent- it was immaculate. Everything neatly sorted into the correct location- books in the shelf, all of his clothing was either in a dresser or the closet. There wasn't even a sock on the floor. No dust. The floor shined. "How does he have time?" you wondered to yourself, "He's always busy with errands, missions, and.... Jin."

Jin.

He will be so angry with you when he finds out. And he will. He always finds out. A shiver of fear ran through you at the thought of his rage. Tohma didn't seem to notice and deposited you on his bed.

"Wait here."

His bed was incredibly comfortable, and the linens were obviously freshly washed. You felt yourself sink into them, relaxed for the first time in.... you didn't know how long. The last time you knew anything about the time, it was eight, but that had to have been hours ago by now. How late had it gotten?

Tohma reappeared and sat beside you in the bed, stroking your hair. "You should sleep a while. I'll make dinner. You need something more than snacks and protein bars."

You couldn't argue if you tried. Your eyes rolled back and you sank into his plushy bed, falling into a dreamless sleep.

You awoke with a start to his voice calling your name softly and a soft stroke to your cheek. For a moment you didn't know where you were, or why Tohma was sitting next to you in a bed. "Wake up, pretty girl, It's time to eat."

It was an incredible spread. Soup, fish, vegetables, fruit over ice cream, and a very large cup of steaming tea. You noticed that he didn't have anything for himself, and so you asked why he wasn't eating. He ate while he was cooking, and ghouls don't need as much food to stay going, he replied matter of factly. You gingerly took a spoonful of the soup, not wanting to forget your manners or betray just how hungry you were. It was delicious. You hummed at him, earning a smile from him. He bade you to eat and rest while he attends to other matters. He left the room and locked the door behind him. You carefully ate to avoid upsetting your stomach, though you were absolutely ravenous. You looked around the room, hoping to glimpse your things so you could call for help, but you didn't see a hint of anything. Your eyes fell on a large mirror across the room, and your stomach lurched.

You knew that you were a mess, and you knew that you would find out sooner or later, but you were terrified to know the extend on the marks and bruises, how puffy your face and eyes were from crying. You decided that you would rather look later, perhaps after a bath so you're at least clean before you see yourself. You nibbled at your remaining dinner, stomach too upset to fully finish. Just as you had decided that you had had enough and leaned away from the tray, Tohma returned. He smiled, observing that you looked in a much better state than you had when he left. "The food has done wonders for you. A balanced diet is critical for good health." You nodded and pressed a thin smile.

He cleared the tray away before pushing you back into the mattress, straddling you and pinning your wrists, though what he did was not even close to what you had feared. He kissed you. A deep, soft, emotion-filled kiss. The kind of kiss that they write songs and poetry about. Then something more unexpected happened- he moaned softly on your lips and released your wrists to cup your cheek and cradle the back of your head. Your hands unknowingly traveled up his powerful arms, coming to rest on his back and the back of his neck. He moaned another deep sound on your lips before teasing them apart with his tongue. He flattened his body on yours and softly rocked his hips against your front.

He pushed the blankets away and delicately parted your thighs before settling between them, rocking into you again. You sighed a shivering breath as he crashed his lips into yours and gripped your leg, wrapping it around his waist. You did the same with your other, locking your ankles behind him and wrapping him in a hug with all of your limbs. You felt the pulse of him getting hard against your heat at he rutted against you slowly. You whined softly into his kiss as he fondled your breast, softly squeezing your nipple. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips and tongue down your neck, landing them softly on your nipple. He kissed and sucked lightly, almost teasing you with little jolts of pleasure that shot straight to your core. He unhooked your ankles from behind him and placed one hand lightly on your inner thigh, drawing a line with feather light fingers to your heat, stopping before reaching it. He simply massaged your inner thigh, just short of your pussy.

He returned to your mouth, pressing another sensual kiss on your puffy lips and lightly swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. You both moaned softly against each other's lips, smiling at the simultaneous sound. "How are you feeling?" he breathed on your lips. You hummed a "much better now" and kissed him again. Why can't he just be like this every time?

He slipped his hand onto your heat, lightly tracing his fingers over your slit, but not slipping between your folds, but rather just lightly petting over your lower lips. You inhaled sharply at the contact and your legs twitched involuntarily, unsure of what will follow. He pressed another deep kiss as he slipped on finger just barely between your folds, just enough to sweep over your clit, already starting to wake up from the way he was kissing you and the teasing touch. "You're getting wet again," he crooned in a teasing tone and slipped a second finger into your folds, massaging your clit with a little more pressure. He broke away from you abruptly and undressed, folding each garment and putting it on his desk before rejoining you in bed, taking his place between your legs.

Rather than his fingers, he used the head of his cock to rub and tease your soft spot. Though he was already fully hard, the skin was much softer and smoother than that of his hand. The soft touch was a welcome change, and you moaned softly in approval. He huffed and increased the pressure, drawing a sharp gasp and a twitch. He smiled that dark smile again before kissing you hard and wetting himself before sinking in.

It was getting easier to take him, but the stretch was still painful, fueled by how raw you were feeling after how much and how many ways he had fucked you since you "won the game." He groaned deeply when he bottomed out and stayed still for a bit. You were beginning to wonder if something was wrong before he started snapping his hips with short thrusts, an arm locked tight around your waist, giving him total control over your hips.

Your fingers curled reflexively when he started moving, resulting in you accidentally scratching his powerful back. "Is that how you want it?" he asked in that unwelcome dark tone. "No, I like this! It was an accident!" "I can't have you scratching me, pretty girl."

Your heart sank. Cruel Tohma was back. He suddenly pulled out of you and stood beside the bed. He ticked his tongue several times, as though scolding you before dragging you from the safety and softness of his bed. Standing behind you, he pushed you toward the mirror and took hold of your neck, forcing you to look at yourself. You were a mess- sweat soaked hair, red face and eyes, marks over most of your visible body. You burst into tears, thinking of how hard it's going to be able to hide any of this, the rumors that will spread, how angry some people will be.

With a powerful arm around your waist, Tohma lifted you to your toes and bent you forward, making you look closer at your face and letting you see his. He didn't look as cruel as he was acting, but the malevolent glint was still in his eyes. Of all things to notice in that moment, you realized that he wasn't wearing his monocle. Did it break when it hit the floor? "Look at yourself in the mirror, not at me. Look at all the faces you make when I'm using you, at how much you love it. I want you to see how much you love being my whore."

A loud whimper leapt from your open mouth as he slipped back into you, amplified when he his hand rounded your hip and shot directly to your throbbing clit, drawing those damnable circles over it, making your walls clench. You tingled all over as he worked you, eyes rolling and back arching. "I told you to look at yourself." You nodded quickly and stared at yourself, seeing how much your face flushes and watching the sweat bead on your forehead. He wanted to humiliate you further, but you had become numb to the sense of shame that you had earlier in the day. You had become numb to all emotion except flashes of anger and waves of detestable desire.

Without warning, he pulled you to a fully standing position and hooked an arm under your leg, making you almost spread eagle in front of the mirror. How he didn't slip out during that maneuver was beyond you, but you didn't have time to think before he carried you closer to the mirror and told you to watch him fuck you. His cock, glistening with your juices, slid in and out of you slowly, sliding out to nearly the full length before bottoming out again. His other arm pressed you tight to his chest as he breathed heavily into your ear. He slightly shifted the arm holding your leg, allowing him to return his focus on your soft spot.

"Keep watching," he whispered darkly, "I want you to watch me make you cum, pretty girl. Watch me ruin you." You nodded with a sharp, chattering moan and watched him work you. You cautiously raised your arm toward his face, pausing to silently ask permission before you ran your fingers through his hair. "Go on, as long as you keep watching." Your hand gripped the back of his head, fingers threaded through his downy soft hair. Your other hand wrapped around the arm holding your to his chest, lacing your fingers between his. A slight sheen had broken over his face as he moaned a deep sound against your neck with a soft kiss.

"You're getting close, aren't you, pretty? You're shaking, and your pussy is getting tighter on me. You like watching it, don't you?" He was panting slowly in your ear. "Tell me."

"Yes, I-I'm v-very close," you gasped shrilly.

"And watching?"

"Ye-s."

"Why?" he asked in a throaty voice, "Why do you like it?"

"Be-cause... I like i-i-it w-w-when," you whined, "when you u-use me?"

"You don't sound very sure."

"I like it when you use me," each word separated by a moan, "I like it when you fuck me."

"Good girl," he replied with a bite on your ear. "So honest. I think I'll reward your honesty. Keep your eyes open and watch."

He pulled you so tight it was practically crushing your chest and tightened his grip around your leg. You could barely move as he dragged long thrusts and teased your soft spot in firm circles, an orgasm slowly brewing hotter and harder in your pussy. You fought yourself to keep your moans quiet, but the pleasure was becoming too heavy to silence. "Keep watching," he moaned, "Don't look away."

"Yes- I'm-looki-ing. Please- don't stop!" you cried, biting your lip to stifle your sounds. He hummed a sound of approval, and you boiled over.

It was a struggle to keep your eyes from rolling back or closing. You watched as your pussy clenched around him as you bubbled over and the waves washed over you. You watched your juice run down your leg as each successive squeeze pushed it out of you. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, though from pleasure or embarrassment wasn't clear to you. You didn't care either way. His thrusts stoked the fires that kept you boiling and the circles he drew shot the electricity that make you shake and your muscles tense and flex like you were lifting all of Darkwick. You moaned his name is short, high shivery sighs and chattered nearly incoherent promises that you're his alone, no one else.

At the last comment, he moaned sharply against your neck and bottomed out. His cock was throbbing inside you, but you were watching as your bodies shook and spasmed together. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, hiding the deep bass of his groans between hot pants. Every inch you could feel twitched and shivered against you, and you could see the well defined muscles in his leg shuddering as he fucked you through both of your orgasms.

After the twitching and spasms subsided, he still held you for a time, face in your neck and arm around you. He loosed his hold on your other leg, letting it gently to the floor, and wrapped his newly free arm around you, pulling you into the most complete back hug you'd ever experienced. You carefully leaned your head towards his, his soft, soap scented hair brushing over your face. It felt as though this moment would last forever, but it was interrupted when you felt your mingled juices flowing down your leg. "Tohma, uhm, I'm... messy," you cooed softly, hoping he would know what you meant. "Right. Let's get you in the bath."

He took you by the hand and led you to the bathroom. He handed you a small cloth, telling you to clean yourself a little before you get in, and began drawing the water. "How hot do you like?" He told him that you usually take very hot baths and showers. He smiled softly and said that very hot water is bad for the skin, but drew it hot enough to steam softly. "How's this?"

It was perfect. He took you by the hands and helped you settle in the water, "Just relax." You settled back and closed your eyes, letting the water work magic on your sore body. The scent of soap tickled your nose, and a soft cloth ran down your neck. It startled you, but his soft voice told you to relax. The cloth rubbed gently over your entire front, with and extra delicate touch over your core, and his soft voice told you to lean forward. One hand supported you while the other washed over your back. "Okay, tip your head back." Tohma gently washed and conditioned your hair, finishing just as the water was beginning to cool. He helped you step out and dried you with the utmost care before leading you back to his room.

"I'm afraid you'll have to borrow some of my pajamas. They'll be big on you, but I don't have anything in your size." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a blue silk set and bade you get dressed while he showered quickly. You dressed and walked to the mirror, preparing to assess how much he had marked your neck. You didn't see earlier because he had his hand over your neck, then you were bent so you couldn't see, and then made you watch him fuck you. You took a deep breath and stepped in front of the mirror and saw.... nothing. Despite all the biting and sucking, there were no marks on your neck.

"Checking for marks?" an amused voice sounded from behind you. You jumped and stammered an embarrassed yes.

"I decided to only mark spaces that can be covered."

".......Why?"

"You're mine. No one else needs to know for it to be true."

"But people are going to notice me coming here... they're going to spread rumors...."

"They won't. I won't allow it. Now, come to bed."

The two of you settled into his plush bed with his crisp linens, and whispered soft good nights. You rolled on your side, facing away from him, only to be pulled tight into being the little spoon. "I'm going to protect you." You hummed softly, nuzzling into his hold with a soft sigh. He kissed the nape of your neck delicately. "You're mine," he whispered against your neck, drawing another hum from you. What he said next nearly stopped your heart-

"But I'm yours, too."

You returned to Clementia, exhausted, after another long series of rotten days. Getting yelled at, being belittled, running thankless errands, trying to keep up in classes that you keep missing because you’re going on missions that don’t get you any closer to finding a way to break your curse- it was just too much. You groan as you enter the strange sanctuary that is the defunct dorm you live in, kicking your shoes off haphazardly and nearly tripping over them. You trudged up the stairs to your room and lazily threw your bag on the floor and dropped onto your bed. You need a bath. A nice long, hot bath to wash the awful week you’ve been having away.

A trail of discarded clothes followed you to the bathroom, where you were drawing a brain-meltingly hot bath and adding your favorite bubbles and oils. The inviting scent of tea and lavender already began to soothe your nerves. You slipped into the almost-too-hot water and tried to clear your mind. While the problems did start to fade a little, other concerns worked their way in. Your friends outside Darkwick- how are they? Do they even remember you, or did they get Mesmer matched? Will you even remember anything about them after you turn? You’ve never even really dated before coming to Darkwick. It just never seemed important, but now it’s another item in your long list of regrets. As you let that last item linger, you found yourself wondering what another person would feel like as your hands wandered your body, with one settling on your breast and the other finding its way between your legs.

How different would it feel to have someone else touching your breasts? You shivered as you squeezed your nipple and massaged your breast. You began tracing circles on your clit, imagining all the ways that it might be different to have another person touching you, and the way that they would feel against you. How would their body feel? You slipped your fingers into your fluttering cunt, gasping at the feeling of being filled. You fucked yourself with increasingly frenzied energy, using the heel of your palm to rub your clit as you pumped your fingers in and out. Your mind then started picturing the ghouls- who would you even feel comfortable doing anything like this with? The coil that had been winding in your pussy snapped, throwing you into pitching and shaking orgasm, and you screamed his name.

Tohma

Tohma Ishibashi.

You were somewhat confused by where your mind went, and yet the idea did intrigue you. He had always treated you rather cooly, acting more like and older family member or a teacher than a classmate. In spite of the protective guardian stance he had always seemed to regard you from, you had to admit that there were times were glances seemed to linger a little too long, he stood a little too close....

You started imagining what he must look like beneath his flawlessly pressed uniform. He must be in excellent shape, with as huge and heavy as his artifact is. He wielded it like it weighed nothing. Imagine what he could do to you, if he had the mind. You felt your arousal returning as you wandered his body, touching and tasting him all over. How you he fuck you, if he wanted to? Your slipped your fingers back into yourself, thinking about what he would do to you. Slow like this? Hard and fast? How big is he? Would you even be able to take him if he gave you a chance?

You were building the pressure inside again, thinking of all the ways he could have taken you in the time that you've known each other, and how easy it would be for him to have you whenever he wanted. He'd only need to catch you alone, which is so easy for him. You were moaning his name loudly, it echoing wildly against the bathroom tiles. You fucked yourself so hard that the water of your bath churned around you, occasionally splashing on the floor. Your feet slipped around on the floor of your bath, desperately searching for a hold as you reached the tipping point again.

You screamed when you broke, the tension ripping through you in waves far harder than the first time. Every part of you flexed and pulsed as you kept fucking yourself, imagining that it was him as his body pressed against yours and he breathed hard into your ear. You wanted so badly for him to tell you what a good girl you are, letting him use you for his pleasure like this as he pounded against you, using your hair for leverage as the sounds of skin slapping reverberated in the frozen halls. When you were finally fucked out and your arm too tired to continue, you sunk into your bath and let the bliss buzz through your brain.

A thought suddenly bubbled up in your brain- where did all of that come from? "Good girl?" "Letting him use you?" Rough sex and pulling your hair? You had no experience to speak of, much less like that.

You decided that it was probably about time to get out of the bath- the water was cooling and your fingers were wrinkled. Your hand lingered a little over your still oversentive pussy, wondering if you could get off again. You felt more relaxed, sure, but thoughts of Tohma still haunted the forefront of your brain, keeping that swollen, throbbing sensation alive between your legs.

"No, I really need to go get dinner and study," you chided yourself. You probably wouldn't have a chance anyway, so it's pointless to dwell on it.

But dwell on it you did. No matter how much you tried to distract yourself with classes, missions, homework, or friends, those filthy thoughts never left you alone. Your pussy throbbed almost constantly and you were always worried that you were going to soak through your panties, announcing to anyone near you what you were thinking any time you tried to leave a chair. You fucked yourself every chance you got, but it only seemed to make it worse.

After your fourth session of the day, lying in your bed with your fingers still as deep as you could reach, you made a decision- you had to talk to him. You were becoming obsessed to the point you couldn't function. Even if he said no, the rejection might be enough to cool your fires. On the other hand, though...

Luckily, you had an errand to run in Frostheim, so swinging down to see Tohma would be easy enough. Now, how do you even approach this? He always seemed amused when you were bold, but would this be too far? Telling him off or making a "firm request" was a very different type of conversation from, "Hey, I've never had a boyfriend, and I know I don't have much time, and we're both really busy all the time, and it would probably piss your boss off, but I really, really want you. What do you think?"

Ultimately, you decided to wing it. Trying to practice things to say was only making you more nervous and you felt silly reading from a script in your head. You took a deep breath and pushed Frostheim's heavy front door open.

Jin was at least in the neutral end of irritable when you asked him for his signature, and he ordered you to gather and clean his clothes. You didn't really mind- your thoughts were elsewhere and your nerves had your stomach in a twist and your knees shaking. Having collected the clothes and signature, you departed Jin's room and headed toward the room that Tohma often worked in.

You knocked, but didn't receive an answer. You knocked a little louder and called out that it was you. There was a faint scuffling sound from the other side of the door, and it swung open. No one was standing there though, leaving you creeped out and confused. You shuffled quietly in and called a soft, shaky hello. The door closed softly behind you, making you jump a little as you proceeded further into the room.

"Hello y/n. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You jumped at least a foot in the air and screamed. Tohma was standing just behind the door where you couldn't see him, explaining why the door seemed to open and close of its own accord.

"Oh, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something. Something private," you mumbled, your face growing hot.

"Oh?"

The one word answer was not making this easier. You knew that he was enjoying seeing you uncomfortable. You weren't about to be deterred though- you had to try to put this to bed, so to speak. "We're alone, right?"

"Just us and the chess board," he said with a sly smile.

Your words fumbled out. "Well, y-you see, I'm running out of time before my c-curse," you voice cracked on that last word, "before it... takes me."

"Yes."

"And, well, I've never actually had a boyfriend. I know it's too late to have a relationship, but-" Your voice broke again, and you were too embarrassed to continue. His cool demeanor made you feel like you were begging. Throwing yourself at him, and you felt pathetic.

"Go on." That knowing smile again. God, that smile made you weak in the knees, and he definitely knew it. He was playing with you.

"I-I g-guess I was wondering if..." you trailed off, tears prickling in your eyes as you bit your lip. The cold was making the tears sting so much worse. "If you would be willing to, you know..."

"I don't know. What would you like me to do?"

Now he was just being cruel. He was savoring your humiliation, but in spite of all of the shame and embarrassment, your walls still clenched around nothing, wanting for all the world to be clenching his rock hard cock as he railed you.

"I want to try the physical side of a relationship, and I want to try it with you," you whined between hiccuping soft sobs.

"Is that so?"He smiled darkly at your confession, making your cunt clench again. "If you can beat me at a game of chess, I'll do it. If I win..." Another devious smile, "You'll be my servant until further notice."

The way he was looking at you and the tone in his voice both scared and excited you in equal measure. Your mouth went completely dry and your nerves were toying with "fight or flight." ".....What would you have me doing?" You could barely get the words out through such a dry mouth.

"Whatever I want. That's what servants do, afterall. Have you not learned that with Jin?"

"H-he really only ever has me wash his clothes and carry documents for him. Th-that's all."

"Shame. He has you all to himself and he does so little with you. Never mind. Are you interested in my proposal?"

"O-okay. We'll play chess."

An evil smile sweeps across his face as he led you to the chess table.

He was losing on purpose. He had to be. He's always been the better player, and now he was toying with you, dangling the possible results of the game just above your head. He could still win, you could tell that much, but he was playing a sloppy, slow game, all the while smiling that cool, sly smile.

The chill of the room was making you shiver, and the adrenaline coursing through your veins was only serving to increase the rate of your shakes. You hated how wet you were, pressed against the ice cold chair. No matter how you shifted, you couldn't get away from the way the cold made your heat sting.

"What ever is the matter? You seem uncomfortable."

"Just a little cold. I'm fine." The shake in your voice betrayed how not fine you were. His cold, steely blue eyes bore into you as you squirmed. He's amused. Of course he is. Maybe you should just give up on this. You're going to have to leave soon if you're going to make it on time for your afternoon classes. "I can't stay much longer. My afternoon classes are coming soon."

"Really? I hadn't noticed how late it had gotten. In that case, I forfeit. You win this game."

You balked at his declaration. "Wait, you're quitting? We could finish the game later."

"No, I'm not quitting. I concede victory to you." His smile was downright evil and there was something very dark in his eyes.

"O-oh, uhm, okay then. I should still get going." You were more afraid than aroused at this point. You were starting to regret the choice to pursue this fantasy that had been living loudly in your mind for weeks. You were trying to gather your things, but your hands were shaking so badly that you had trouble gripping anything. After getting your things packed up just enough to be able to move, Tohma stood up from his chair suddenly, causing you to drop everything again. He approached you ominously, closing in on you as you tried to back away. Your stomach dropped when your back hit the door. Your hand scrambled on the knob, the sweat on your palms making it impossible to grip it. He was nearly pressed against you, staring down at you with that same dark look. The lock clicked, sealing your fate.

"You can't leave without your winnings."

He seized you around the waist and lifted you like you weighed nothing, carrying you over to the chess table. He swept the pieces off with a swift swing of his arm, sending them clattering all over the floor. He put you down on the table hard and pushed you onto your back, holding you still by your neck. He wasn't squeezing, but it would be so easy for him. With his free hand, he ripped your underwear away like they were wet tissue. "Tohma, p-please stop. You're sca-aring me," you choked and sobbed.

"Is this not what you wanted?" He stared down at you, his eyes glittering darkly. The swiped his gloved fingers over your soaked pussy and smiled. "You certainly seem to want this." He pulled his glove off with his teeth on dropped it on your stomach. "You've soaked right through my glove," he growled, slipping his fingers between your folds and pressing circles onto your clit.

You gasped and shook, relishing his touch, and you hated yourself for it. You were terrified, desperately wanting to escape from whatever things he was thinking, and yet you didn't want him to stop. Your internal battle only worsened as he pushed his fingers into your pussy, causing it to clench around his large, long fingers. His fingers felt better than yours ever did, and the way he worked his thumb over your throbbing clit made you wail.

"Look at how you're taking it. You must have wanted this for a long time to be this eager. How long have you wanted this?"

You choked back a sob when he curled his fingers forward and viciously fucked your g spot, never letting up on your clit. He was taking the tension that had been living inside you for weeks to a whole new height. You squirmed against his touch, moaning and crying at the same time. You pulled at his wrist, trying to get him to let you go, but you weren't nearly strong enough.

"I asked you a question," he said coldly, squeezing your neck and forcing you to look at him. "Don't make me ask again."

You could barely speak between the hold on your throat and how hard you were sobbing. "A-a-a long time," you cried shrilly. You were on the edge of exploding, and you felt disgusting for how badly you wanted it.

"How long?" He tightened his grip again, making you see stars.

"A... few... weeks..." you gasped softly as the room started to spin. You needed air, and you were getting too hazy to fight for it. Just before your vision started to darken, he fucked on you his fingers mercilessly, driving you over the edge and suddenly released his grip.

It all hit you harder than you could handle. The crush of cumming on his fingers as he pounded them in and out of you, relentlessly rubbing his thumb over your throbbing clit. The sudden influx of air as you gasped in as the crash hit had your mind reeling as your body shook with the electric force shooting in waves in time with the clenching and pulsing on your dripping wet cunt. You screamed between gasps as you tried to find your equilibrium. You gripped his arm, the only thing you could reach from your current position.

You had stopped cumming, but he wouldn't stop. You were beyond overstimulated, tears running freely down you face as you sobbed, begging him to stop and you pointlessly writhed under his grip.

"You want me to stop?"

"P-pleee-ease!"

Just like that, he pulled his fingers out of you and leaned over you, bringing his soaked hand to your face. "You're filthy, and now my hand is filthy from you. You're going to lick my fingers clean, understood?"

You nodded, dreading what he might do if you tried to refuse. He ordered you to open your mouth, and jammed his fingers in so far that it made you gag. His fingers were completely covered in your juices, and that was the only thing you could taste as he pushed and pulled his fingers in your mouth. You tried the lick them to try to appease him, but that.... didn't get you the reaction you wanted.

"If that's what you want to do with your mouth, I'll be happy to put it to better use."

With his hand still wrapped around your throat, he undid his belt and pants, pulling them down just far enough to pull his cock out. He was thick. Very thick. You knew what he was about to make you do, and hoped that he would be content at that, fearful of how much he would stretch you. "On your knees."

He pulled you by your neck from the flat position you had been in to the edge of the table. He released your neck, only to grab a handful of your hair and push you to the floor. You looked up at him, your eyes red and puffy from crying, "Please, just stop... let me leave... I won't tell anyone."

"Not until you have your prize. Open your mouth." You complied, fighting back bitter tears on resentment and regret. If you had known he was like this, you would never have come here. Your arousal would have been dead and buried along with the people in the cemetery at your dorm. He held your hair tightly as he fucked your face. His face was slightly flushed now, and he was breathing a little louder. "Y/n, I dare say you have a gift for this." His thrusts were becoming faster and more erratic, and he was gripping your hair so hard it hurt.

When he came, you choked. He buried his cock all the way to your throat as he fired rope after rope of cum. You were breathing sharp ragged pants through your nose, trying to not vomit as he kept making you gag. You desperately grabbed at his hips, sinking your nails in as hard as you could to try to make him stop.

Argeas

You came so suddenly and sharply that you threw your head back despite Tohma having an iron grip on your hair. You had forgotten about his stigma, and you're unwittingly enhancing it. He said it twice more, rendering you weak and helpless. He released your hair, allowing you to melt onto the frozen floor. He stared down at you, a look of... pity?... crossing his face. Soundlessly, he swept you up and laid you back on the chess table before walking away.

You laid motionless on the frigid table, trying to collect yourself to attempt to escape. You broke into exhausted sobs when you realized that you could barely lift your head, let alone try to outrun a ghoul. You jumped when a tea cup suddenly appeared in front of you. "Drink it. It'll help your throat." You tried your hardest to rise to an upright position, but you couldn't summon enough energy for even that.

"I see."

He sat you up and held the cup to your lips. You sputtered on the first sip of tea, but the warmth was indeed soothing on your throat. He helped you drink the rest of the cup, walked off, and returned with some small snack items. The sudden change between the Tohma who had just done.... all of that to you and this Tohma who was helping you drink some tea and eat some small foods gave you whiplash. It was like he flipped a switch between personalities. You didn't want to question the change and risk turning him back into the other Tohma, but your face must have asked instead.

"You're clearly too weak to continue, but you can't leave yet. Your winnings," he said with that same sinister tone, "are still not collected."

Were you in a stronger state, you would have cried, but you had gone numb. You barely had the energy to hold yourself up, let alone cry or scream. You nodded, staring blankly at him.

"You need more time, it seems." He pushed another cup of tea into your hands and sat a small plate of light foods beside you. "It's not enjoyable if you're not able to be active. You also couldn't leave in your current state, regardless."

He was right. At this point and with the little energy you had, you steeled yourself for whatever else your "winnings" entailed.

You had recovered enough for the reality of your situation to return to your mind, and your stomach lurched and your face got hot. He smiled that dark smile when he saw that you were starting to come around. He walked around to your front and pushed your thighs apart, stepping between them and pressing your bodies tight together. Your heart hammered against your chest as you felt him keenly for the first time. He was more muscular than you had dreamt in all of your fantasies. He wrapped one arm tight around your waist and turned your face upward to face him.

"So pretty. Prettier when your face is covered in tears, though," he said, giving you an appraising look before pressing a hard kiss on your lips. You gasped sharply, and he forced your mouth open further and explored your mouth with his tongue. You moaned softly and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and leaned into his kiss. You trembled when his hand traveled to the back of your neck and into your hair. You felt him smile, and he pulled your head back.

His kissed his way to your neck, where he bit and sucked several marks. "People will see," you whined softly. "I know," he huffed, biting you hard enough to make you yelp. Your legs started shaking slightly as his hand roamed your body. You felt him smile again and he asked in a deep velvety tone, "Already? I've barely touched you." He released your hair and set to work on unbuttoning your shirt, popping them one at a time and pulling it open in small increments. You were nervous about what he was going to do, given everything that happened earlier. He pushed your shirt and uniform jacket off your shoulders and down your arms, leaving you in only your bra and skirt. You shivered hard at the cold prickling on your sweat damp skin.

"Cold?" he laughed, unclipping your bra before pushing you down on the table, pinning you by your neck once more. He pressed against you and bit and sucked new marks onto your chest after slipping your bra off you arms. You felt his growing erection pressing hard against your naked heat that was getting wetter by the second. How could you even be turned on right now? You were still in shock from earlier, and you knew that he was going to be getting rough with you again soon. He pulled your skirt from over your hips, leaving you completely undressed in a freezing room. A cold chill ran through your entire body, compounded by the sensation of his fingers diving between your folds.

You cried out loudly in equal parts pleasure, pain, and surprise when he rammed his fingers into you, and pressed his thumb over your clit, causing a hard jolt through you. He smiled at your cry and fucked you harder, making you cry, scream and squirm. "If you keep being so loud, I'm going to have you find a way to keep you quiet." His tone was ominous. You felt yourself clench involuntarily on his vicious fingers. You bit your lip to keep yourself quiet as he continued slamming into you. Your eyes began to prickle with new tears and you sniffled as you tried to choke back sobs and cries.

"I didn't say be silent. You obviously like this, so moan for it."

You did as he ordered, squeaking little moans between the sobs you body was wracked with. He smiled evilly and released your throat, trailing his fingers down your torso, settling on your hip and sinking his fingers into your soft flesh. You hissed your pain, fighting the instinct to scream with everything you had. He dropped to one knee and roughly forced one leg over his shoulder, and pinned it in place. Tohma drew a long line upward on your thigh with the tip of his tongue, stopping just short of your pussy. Your thighs quaked around him, no matter how hard you tried to steady yourself. With a dark laugh, he kissed and bit the innermost part of your thigh with just as much force as he had done with your neck. He was marking you everywhere to make sure that everyone who saw you knew what you had done.

You were filled with abject terror. Was he about to bite... there? It would be impossible to stay quiet if he did. Your brain was overrun with horrifying scenarios, partially drowning out the marking he was doing, the pain of his grip, and how hard he was fucking you on his fingers. You were shocked out of your thoughts when he flicked his tongue over your clit.

You nearly screamed, but you got your hands over your mouth before it got out. "What was that? I didn't hear you." Another flick. Your thigh twitched on his shoulder and you let out a chattering moan. He hooked his fingers on your g spot and hit your soft spot with a series of feather light flicks, making your back arch and forcing a whine out of you. The contrast between how hard he was fucking your pussy and how lightly he was licking your clit was making you dizzy and starting to build the tension in your belly. Your face was burning with shame. "What kind of girl gets off while being treated like this?" you thought to yourself. A sob ripped out of you and you covered your face with your arms and twisted your fingers in your damp hair.

Tohma paused, his blue eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Hold your hair if you want, but I forbid you to hide your face." As soon as you tearfully complied, he resumed with increased energy, making you wail. You could feel the tension reaching your breaking point. You whined sharply between choppy sobs, and reflexively reached for his wrist. He slapped your hand away with a terse "No." You grabbed at the edges of your uniform, finding anything to keep you grounded was a frantic need as he continued his relentless assault on your soft spots. "Toh- I-!"

Your vision went white and your ears were ringing as you floated in that brief moment after the tension breaks but before the crash begins.

It hit you like a meteor. Your back arched sharply and your free leg slammed like a vice around his head, knocking his monocle to the floor. Neither of you cared in the moment, but you knew in the back of your mind that you were going to pay for that later. A scream ripped out of you, followed by moan after helpless moan. The power of the waves crashing through you made you see stars as your body tingled with shot after shot of burning electricity. Your hands tore at the edges of your jacket and your toes curled so hard they cramped. A light, stinging sweat broke over your body. His fingers were hooked on your g spot, and he was rubbing them hard over just that soft spot while his tongue flicked and danced over your throbbing clit. He was going to make you cum again.

You hated yourself for loving this. You hated your body for betraying you like this. You hated him for making you love this while treating you so cruelly. You wished that you had never come here and that you could escape, but you also didn't want to. His calm demeanor and "proper" mannerisms had fooled you, and you hated both of you for it.

The storm of conflicting feelings roiling inside you was interrupted when another orgasm broke over you. You sobbed loudly, tears pouring from your raw, red eyes and wave after wave rolled through you. He seemed to be enjoying your miserable pleasure, if his throaty chuckle was anything to go by. He didn't seem like he planned on stopping, even after you began twitching and jerking each time he flicked his soft, highly skilled tongue over your over-sensitive clit. Only once you were fully begging between hitched breaths did he wipe his face on your inner thigh and hold his fingers to your mouth. "You know what to do."

This time, you were very careful as you sucked your juices from his fingers, not wanting a repeat of last time. He stood between your weak, shaking legs and stared down at you, watching you as you cautiously cleaned his fingers. He pulled them from your mouth with a pop, then leaned over you and whispered something that made your blood run cold.

"I'm going to ruin you."

Your adrenaline hit you hard enough to give you almost enough energy to try to escape. Almost. He had you pinned in your back again before you could even manage to roll of the table. He held your face as made you watch as he loosened his tie, discarding it somewhere on the floor, unbuttoned his coat, then vest, then shirt, and finally his pants, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. "Don't you dare look away," he growled before releasing your squished cheeks. He threw all of his upper garments off, exposing a body that under any other circumstances would make you blush.

His entire body was as fair as his face, strongly resembling a marble statue of the highest quality. His cock was only slightly darker, with a slight pink tone, and several veins on the surface. You had only glimpsed it earlier, but it was indeed quite thick and the head was thicker than you thought. He's beautiful, standing completely undressed before you. Then it clicked, and your stomach dropped. "P-please no. Not like this," you pleaded tearfully. "I'm not r-ready. Please not yet"

"No? Isn't this why you came here? I've done quite a lot to prepare you," he cooed in a mocking tone as the dragged his cock back and forth in your slit, wetting it. "You won our game. It would be rude to refuse." You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to prepare yourself for what you knew was about to happen. He grabbed your face again, harder this time. "I told you not to look away."

It honestly didn't matter if your eyes were open at this point anyway. Your vision was becoming blurry with a seemingly endless river of tears, so much so that he himself was becoming a blur. He continued rubbing himself back and forth over your sloppy cunt, staring hard down on your weeping form, ensuring that you were watching what he was doing. He hated you. You were sure of it. No one treats someone like this if they don't. Your body was going weak again, and you were struggling to look down were your bodies were rubbing. "Tohh. 'M- Hard to stay up," you whimpered, not wanting to anger him further.

"I see." He grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you you a nearly seated position. He lined himself up with your entrance and stared hard into your face. "You're going to watch this, and you're going to like it."

It felt like he was going to tear you apart from the inside. You hissed and sobbed violently as you watched him bottom out in one slow, agonizing thrust. Every time you tried to squeeze your eyes shut or look away, he grabbed you by the face or hair and forced you to look as he pushed his way in. He didn't allow you to lie back then, either. He made you watch as he fucked you slowly, snapping his hips at the end of each thrust. Your head was spinning, and your stomach turned when you saw that you're bleeding.

"So you were a virgin," he observed with a sardonic smirk, sinking in again with a snap. Were. Past tense. You wailed a sob of complete misery. This is all wrong. This isn't how this was supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to be this kind of person. You could never have another first time. This is it, there's no doing it over. It hurt. It burned. Each time he bottomed out with a snap it felt like a punch to your stomach, and yet he was still able to hit your soft spot while hurting you so badly. How? How?! This isn't fair!

Just then, he pushed you back down onto the table and caged you between his arms "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered thickly into your ear. You whimpered a pathetic plea for him to stop, and he simply said no, repeated his instruction to wrap your legs around his waist, and reminded you that making him repeat himself is not a good idea. Then he kissed you softly, as gently as you would have hoped for if things had gone the way you imagined. His body pressed against yours and he fucked you slowly, in a way that could have been mistaken for making love if someone walked in now. You fearfully wrapped your arms around him, which he permitted, much to your surprise and relief. This softness was the oasis that you had been desperately seeking since this all started.

Keeping you loosely held down with one arm, he trailed his fingers softly down your side and grasped your hip, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, but not painfully. He rolled his hips against yours, still snapping at the bottom. It made you shiver. The pain, though still very present, had started to settle into background noise, allowing the pleasure he was inflicting on you to come forward. You felt him smile against your lips and huff before diving into another kiss and running his fingers through your hair. You tensed, fearing that he was about to yank it for doing... something.... wrong. "Relax. You're being so good right now, doing as you're told and taking me so well. Be a good girl and everything will be fine."

Those words- good girl- they had rolled through several of your many fantasies. You moaned softly at hearing them and your walls fluttered around his slowly pistoning rock hard cock. The snaps were starting to feel like small bursts of sparks inside you, building heat with each burst. You were breathing in shivering moans against his soft lips, far softer than they felt the first time he kissed you. He licked your lip softly, slipping it into your mouth when you gasped. "So gentle now," you thought to yourself, "Maybe its because he knows?" Your tongues danced together, and massaged the other. The pitch of your moans were getting higher, telling him that you were getting close to the edge.

He moved his hand from your hip and whispered "Put your leg over my shoulder," against your lip in a throaty voice. You did your best, but your legs were quite feeble. "Help, please? 'M weak." you asked meekly, fearful of setting him off. "Since you asked nicely, pretty girl," he crooned into your ear before wrapping his arm around your shivering leg, hoisting it over his steely shoulder.

"So... s-so deep," you sighed when he bottomed out again "So g-good."

"Oh?" His voice had an edge to it, but it was more low and breathy than sharp. Your trembling hands rubbed over his very muscled back, feeling them flex and release with every thrust. You were very mindful to not sink your nails in no matter how good he was making you feel, lest you make him change his mind. A light sweat had broken across his alabaster skin, and his breath was hot against your neck. He pressed your leg tighter to your chest and drew a long, achingly slow thrust with an especially sharp snap at the bottom. It made you cry out as another firecracker shot sparks through you.

With a sharp huff, he snapped his hips, driving his cock deep in you, faster and sharper. The sparks were becoming almost constant, and at this rate, it was going to ignite the powder keg he had been pressurizing in your clenching pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched. Your hands trembled and flexed on his back. Your voice was turning hoarse and your throat hurt, but you were panting sharp, high gasps as your tension was reaching the critical point.

He slowed slightly, holding you on the edge, and bit your ear lightly. "Listen to me, and well."

"Mhm."

"Use your words," he rasped.

"Yes."

"Are you going to do as I tell you, without question or complaint?"

"Y-yes," you moaned through brain fog.

"Are you going to be a good girl and take it every way I give it?"

"Yes," you gasped sharply.

"Yes what?"

"Yes..... please?"

He laughed darkly against your neck before rising to look into your eyes. His pupils were blown, but that clear, pale blue shone coldly, piercing your heart like ice and your cunt pulsed. The cold terrified you- any moment he could switch to the cruel Tohma, and you knew it, but he was still holding you on the edge of cumming.

"Beg for it. I can tell that you're close, so beg for it," he groaned, eyes boring into you.

You balked at his command, but didn't dare delay or question him.

"Please... let me?"

"Let you what? Use your words."

He was back to humiliating you, and it almost backed you off from the edge that he had you precariously balanced on. Almost as though he sensed it, he picked up just enough to keep you there.

"Please let me cum?"

"How do you want me to do that?"

The question made your brain short out briefly. "Keep... Going?"

"Going what? Tell me what you want."

Your face burned and tears formed on the corners of your eyes again.

"Please keep fucking me," you choked. The tears started flowing again.

"That's what you want?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please," you sobbed, "Please keep fucking me so I can cum."

"Such language," he laughed, "But since you asked so nicely-" he kissed your forehead and bottomed out, snapping his hips hard and fast, over and over. It stole your breath and sent you over the edge.

The crushing weight that hit you forced the air from your lungs. You couldn't scream, regardless of how sore your throat might be. You tried to bury your shame-reddened face in his shoulder, partially to muffle any sounds you might make, but he told you not to hide, this is what you wanted. Your body was wracked with spasms and sobs as your orgasm detonated and exploded in waves of fire and lightning in rapid succession, drawn and detonated anew with each snap of his hips. You dug your nails into his back as he coldly regarded your weakened form, subject to his every whim, and took his enjoyment from you. He fucked you harshly, forcing your body to keep firing waves of sparks from your core.

Your mind had gone blank, the only thing you could think of was him and what he was doing to you. When the final electric jolt snapped out from your heat, your body went limp. You could barely keep your eyes open, having been fucked out so hard and emotionally drained. Your breath was shallow and rapid, making you see spots.

"Slow your breathing or you're going to pass out."

"Mnnmmnn..."

The world went black.

You awoke some time later, still on the table, but wrapped in a thick blanket. A pair of chess pieces-a rook and a pawn- sat directly in front of your face. The scent of tea wafted past your face, making your painfully dry mouth water. You huffed softly as you tried to sit up, but your body was still far too weak, so you settled for swiping the chess pieces from the table in your frustration.

"Oh, you're awake." His shoes clacked sharply on the floor somewhere behind you, walking your direction. "It would seem that I was too hard on you." He appeared in front of you, holding a cup of tea and snacks. "I imagine that you'll need help again," he said with a wry smile. You had never hated anyone as much as you hated him in that moment. "This is your fault. You did this to me," you thought bitterly, though you didn't dare voice it in your current state.

"Oh, dear, what a scary look," he gasped mockingly, "You better not bite me." He laughed darkly and deeply as he sat you up and held the cup to your lips. It took every ounce of self control you had to swallow the tea, rather than spit it out in his face. Even though your current state is of his doing, he could have left you unconscious and naked down here, which would have almost certainly resulted in you freezing to death. No, you have to play nice in order to get through this. You choked slightly on a large sip of tea, and you accidentally coughed some in his face while trying to clear your throat. "That'll have to be good enough," you thought to yourself.

Tohma simply sighed, looking slightly disgusted. He pulled a handkerchief from his vest pocket and wiped it away. "I'll let it go this one time, and only because of how tired you are," he cautioned ominously, "Don't let it happen again." You nodded, suddenly reminded of just how truly helpless you are in this situation. He returned the handkerchief to his pocket and lifted the cup to your lips again. "Small sips," he said softly, "small sips, pretty girl." He helped you through the cup of tea before offering you a bar of some sort. It looked dry and unappealing, but it was your only option. "What is it?" you asked, hoping to sound more curious than disgusted. "Oh, it's a protein bar."

"Protein bar?"

"Yes. They're good for recovering energy after intense exercise. Do you need help with it?"

"No, I think I can do it."

He just smiled and walked away, returning shortly with more tea. He settled in the chair in front of you, sipping at his own cup of tea. You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, suddenly acutely aware of how cold and how naked you were. You nibbled at the bar, which was neither as dry or disgusting as it looked, and looked for your clothes and belongings, which were nowhere to be seen. "If you're looking for your personal effects, I have them in my room. I've taken the liberty of washing Jin's laundry and returning the paperwork on your behalf," he reported coolly. "My clothes?"

"Folded and dry in my room, as I said."

"H-how long was I... out?"

"About three hours, now. Don't worry, I've kept a close eye on you and kept the other students from coming in here. Wouldn't want them to see you in such a state, hm?"

Three hours. Exactly how long have you been in this freezer?

"Um, what time is it?" you asked, voice soft and meek.

"It's....just before 8 pm," he replied, check his watch. "Do you have somewhere to be?"

You've been down here for over eight hours. You felt sick. "No, I just missed all of my classes, and I had a study group I was supposed to meet right after dinner," you whispered with a small crack. "I'm sure it's fine. I'll tell them I didn't feel well and fell asleep. They'll understand."

"It's going to be obvious that you weren't asleep," he replied, taking a sip from his cup. He was right. Your legs were covered in various bruises and marks, and you could only imagine how your neck looked. He must have bitten and sucked more marks on your legs after you passed out because they peppered both thighs and went all the way to your ankles. You started trembling and breathing harder when you realized that your arms were similarly marked. Tears started trying to well up in your puffy eyes, but you fought them back. "May I ask something, please? Promise you won't get mad?"

"Go on."

"What did you do after I passed out?"

He scoffed into his cup. "I didn't finish, if that's what you're asking."

"You.... didn't?"

"No."

".....Why?"

"You were unconscious. I'm not a monster."

You sat quietly, stunned and confused. He could have just..... but he didn't? None of any part of this made sense. He fucked you like he hated you, seemed to enjoy humiliating you, but then was oddly tender and caring when you wouldn't have expected it. You steeled your nerves, and in a quaking, barely audible voice asked, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Doing what to you?"

"You, um, well...... treated..... me like you hate me, and like you want to humiliate me, but now you're being really caring. And you were very gentle when you saw that I was," your voice cracked on the past tense, "a virgin. I'm so confused." The last sentence was was a breathy sob.

"If I hated you, we wouldn't be having this conversation," he sighed dismissively.

Your blood ran cold and your stomach turned. Was that a threat? Would he have... killed... you?

The question must have been on your face because he heaved a deep sigh. "I don't bed people I dislike. I may have unusual predilections, but I still have standards. High standards, in fact."

"Pre...dilections.....?"

"Yes, predilections" he huffed irritably, "Have you finished the protein bar? You still haven't touched your second cup of tea."

You popped the last corner into your mouth and nodded, bringing a small smile to his lips. "Drink your tea, then."

The two of you sipped your tea in quiet. After a time, he stated that he also had a question. You looked at him and nodded.

"How many firsts?

"Firsts?"

"You were a virgin. How many other firsts?"

You stared down into your nearly empty cup and confessed in a soft voice, "All of them."

"Oh?

"Yeah."

"I wouldn't have expected that. You seem to have quite some talent."

You gave him a quizzical look and relied "Thanks?" before downing the rest of your tea. He gave you an odd smile in return and rose from his chair. "More tea? You haven't had much to eat or drink today." You asked for more, grateful to have something to soothe your sore throat, but also a way of keeping his hands off of you. Or so you thought. He stood in front of you, close enough to feel his breath, and wordlessly cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb softly over it. "I'm very fond of you, y/n. I always have been." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and returned to his chair. Bewildered would be an understatement for how you felt in that moment. You decided to try to hide behind another sip of tea, letting the warmth flow through you.

You sat together in soft silence again, sipping your tea and not talking. He finished his cup first and set it off to the side, settling into observing you as you sipped at the rest of yours. His face was unreadable, and his gaze made your insides squirm. Every time you raised your eyes, his were locked on you, silently evaluating you for something, though you had no idea what.

He broke the silence. "Are you nearly finished with your tea?"

You nodded, dreading what he was going to do next. "Let me take your cup then." You handed it over with shivering hands, though it wasn't clear if it was the cold or the adrenaline pouring into your bloodstream. After setting it aside, he carried you to the chair he had been sitting on and laid you face down across his lap. His hands rubbed over your back, with one traveling down to your exposed buttocks. In one swift movement, he slapped a stinging spanking, drawing a startled cry from you. "That's for not changing your breathing when I told you to." Another sharp slap. Another pained cry. "And that's for worrying me."

His hand lingered after the second impact, massaging the stinging away. His hand then traveled to your slit and slipped his deft fingers between your folds, drawing a new cry when he began a firm massage on your clit. Your legs bucked when he began massaging circles around your nub. "You're already getting wet again." No. That can't be right. He just spanked you like a naughty child, and it was still prickling from the shock. He has to be trying to fool you, right?

That's what you thought, until he glided his fingers inside your aching hole. You startled at the intrusion, but you couldn't stop the moan from escaping. "You want to go again, it seems," he cooed darkly, "But you'll have to wait. You haven't earned it yet" You felt his cock pulse and harden as he fucked you slowly on his fingers, drawing soft moans and hiccuping breaths from your still achy throat. He turned his hand inside you, positioning his thumb so that he could resume massaging your soft spot. You felt your face flush in embarrassment when you felt your juices trickle forward and drip from your mound. Another orgasm was already starting to awaken inside your belly, and you were powerless against it.

His free hand traveled from your back and settled around your throat. Was he going to choke you again? You truly hoped not. The last thing you wanted was to lose consciousness again, but it orgasm you so hard the first time that it made you see stars, so you might not be able to withstand it again. You were beginning to wonder if he could read your thoughts because he released your throat and busied his free hand with loosening his tie and releasing his top few buttons. Not that you were overly focused on much beyond what he was doing to you. His fingers were pumping harder in you and his thumb was merciless. Your legs scrambled, desperately trying to find purchase on the slick floor beneath them. Your hands gripped the chair leg and his ankle, and your entire body was almost vibrating. You were squirming so hard that the free hand that had been wandering pressed on your back to pin you in place. Your breath was coming in rapid pants and moans, and you were right at the precipice when he slowed, bringing you back just enough.

"Ask for it."

"Please!

"Please what?"

"Please let me cum!"

Without a word, he pushed you over the edge. Your vision went dark for only a moment before it exploded in white. Your entire body wracked in spasms emanating from your clenching, dripping pussy. You moaned in tearless mewls and gasps as the electric vibrations powered their way throughout your entire body. He didn't stop, but instead fucked you harder on his fingers, thumb rolling over your throbbing, oversensitive clit, making you buck to try to escape. He wouldn't let you. It wasn't until the pulses subsided and you went somewhat limp did he stop. He slid you off his lap and on to your knees. He held his wet fingers to your lips. "You know what to do."

You sucked his fingers until he popped them from your mouth, smirking at how well you were taking his commands. He unbuttoned his shirt and vest, his fingers still wet with saliva, and cast them onto the counter beside him. With an evil grin, he stood in front of you and removed his lower garments, diamond hard erection tapping slightly off your nose when it sprang free. You sat, paralyzed in shock at having just had a cock bounce off your face. "Well?" Oh, right. You shifted on your knees and took a few timid kitten licks, looking up at him. He smiled down at you and nodded for you to continue. You pressed the flat of your tongue on the base and drew a long line along its length before taking it into your mouth. He sighed, almost soundlessly, and twisted his fingers in your hair, though not as hard as he had.

You worked you head back and forth along the length, trying to not hit your aching throat. You wrapped your hand around the base and worked it in time with your mouth. "That should help keep it from going so deep," you mused. You looked up at him to find that his head was back and his chest muscles were twitching just a bit. You were certain that he was about to finish, so you were trying to prepare yourself for his shot when he suddenly pulled out of your mouth and stood you up. "You can't have it that easy," he growled in your ear. He spun you around and marched you the table and bent you over it. Oh god no.

"Please, Tohma, no! I''ll do anything and everything you want, just please don't do that," you pleaded through desperate sobs.

He grabbed both of your shoulders and stood you up sharply before crushing you against him in a back hug. "I have never, and will never do that," he whispered as his hand dove between your legs, "I will never do that to you. You have my word." He held you in that crushing hug, rubbing his cock against your ass, one hand working your nub and the other pinching at your nipple. You sobbed in relief, until he pinched your nipple hard enough to make you yelp. He huffed against your neck and forced your upper half back down on the table with a dull thump. He pinned you in place by the back of your neck. trailing his slicked fingers over your lip. You sucked on the tips as best you could. "Oh, good girl," he crooned, "I didn't even have to tell you this time." He slipped his erection into your slit, wetting it with your sloppy juices, and you gave a trembling sigh at the sensation.

"Do you want it?"

"Y-yes," you confessed, quiet as a mouse.

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you."

"Yes, I want it."

"Want what? Tell me."

"We're back to humiliation," you thought, knot twisting in your stomach. "Yes, I want you inside me."

"What do you want me inside for? Be specific."

You choked a hard sob back as the tears started to fall. "I-I want you to fuck me. I w-waant your... pen-is... in-side my v-vagina-a." You couldn't hold the sobs in anymore. They punctuated your words in odd ways, but you still managed to say what you thought he wanted to hear. "P-lea-se."

"Such a filthy request. You're turning into quite the whore already," he replied before pushing himself in, once again bottoming out in one stroke. You flinched at that word. He leaned forward over your sobbing form and lifted you backward by your shoulder. "I told you I'm going to ruin you. I'm going to make you my whore, to use for my pleasure however and whenever I want," he whispered thickly into your ear, drawing a slow thrust. A chattering moan. "You will be at my beck and call whenever I want you." Another thrust, harder than the previous, a sharper moan. "You will be mine alone. I forbid you to allow anyone else to touch you." A thrust hard enough to sound skin on skin. You muffled a scream with your hand. "If you disobey me, or allow anyone else to touch you, including the captain, there will be hell to pay." Skin slapping, another muffled scream. "Is that understood?" Two more slaps, two more screams to match.

"Yes," you wailed loudly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I understand." Serveral loud, rapid slaps. Screams to match, no longer muffled.

"You understand what?"

You could barely get the words out, you were crying so hard. "I'm your whore. You use me. No one else." He smiled against your sweat soaked neck, and whispered "Good girl." He thumped you back down on the table, pinning you between the shoulders and fixing and iron grip around your hip. He pumped slower now, though the report of skin of skin still sounded when he snapped his hips. This was a new pain. The constant ache of the stretch and soreness from earlier joined with a sharp stab every time he bottomed out and snapped. Your fingers dug into the edges of the table in front of you as you heaved massive sobs. Due to the pain, you hadn't noticed that he released your shoulders until a loud smack echoed through the icy room as he spanked you again. "Don't you dare damage the table." You nodded, words no longer usable with the depth of your sobs.

He suddenly wrenched you away from the table just enough to be able to slip his hand down in front of you. You had been trying so hard to contain your sounds- no screams, no crying- but this broke you. Your back arched and you made a strangled sound somewhere between a wail and a moan. He huffed a soft laugh, "You really are a whore. I'm going to make you crave be used." He started fucking you harder, still slow, but mercilessly deep with deeper snaps while rubbing his fingers back and forth over your clit. You walls started squeezing and clenching around him as you approached a climax, your back flexing and arching as your toes curled.

Your body was about to betray you again and you sobbed in resentment. You hated yourself. You hated him more for what he was doing, and being So. Damn. Good. at driving you over the edge while being so cruel to you, causing you so much pain and humiliation. You needed him to make you cum, and you knew he was going to make you beg for it first. You couldn't stand the delay this time, "P-please, Tohma, please don't stop fucking me! I need it!" you wailed in wanton lust, in spite of everything you were feeling. He huffed in amusement at your plea, and fucked you over the edge.

Your brain completely shut down when the crash hit you. A coil deep inside you snapped, making you convulse as a catastrophic wave of heat and electricity washed over your being. Your juices ran down your leg and dripped to the floor from the strength of the wave. One pulse after another, ripped out from your cunt, running through every inch of you. You couldn't stop the moans escaping your mouth as you came so hard, driven further by the way Tohma drove his cock in and out, and hit every soft spot with laser precision. You heard a deep groan from behind you before he buried his cock as far in as he physically could. It thobbed inside, pouring shot after shot of cum inside your clenching pussy. He stayed deep in you, breathing faster and holding hard onto your hip until his own orgasm finished.

When he finally pulled out of you, you were going limp against his hand and the table. He propped you a little more on the table and walked away, leaving you shaking and weak with his cum running down your inner thigh. It flowed in a lazy rivulet before dropping off to the floor. It felt like it was nearly a bucket worth. He returned with a towel just in time to catch you before your legs gave out. "It would seem I've worn you out again," he said, tone almost tender. Let me clean you up. I'll take you to my room so you can rest properly while I tidy up down here."

His room. Oh no. If there was one place you didn't want to be, it was in his bedroom. You can buy new things to replace what's in there, but you would rather do the walk of shame home in a blanket than stay in his room. You tried to object, tell him that you didn't want to trouble him, that you've already taken so much of his time, that you need to study and be ready for class in the morning. Every excuse you could come up was deflected with a way that it could be dealt with from his room or with his assistance. The one that made tears threaten to build again was when he told you that you aren't going to class tomorrow with no further explanation or clarification.

He gently wiped both of your mixed fluids away, being especially gentle on your raw heat. "I can help you bathe when we get upstairs. I have a private bathroom, so no one will see you in this state." Small miracles. You had no clue how bad it was, but you were certain you looked horrible. He dressed, looking as proper as ever with not even a hair out of place. He then rolled you up in the blanket, hiding everything but your face and toes. He effortlessly opened the door and started up the hallway to the dorms.

You didn't see anyone on the way until the worst possible run-in happened. Well, second worst. Kaito and Luca were casually walking down the dorm hall toward you. At first it almost seemed as though they wouldn't notice you, being nearly cocooned and all, but then Kaito shrieked.

"Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHY ARE YOU CARRYING HER LIKE THAT? WHY ARE YOU IN THE DORM HALLWAY WITH HER? ARE YOU TAKING HER-"

Tohma cut him off. "She collapsed downstairs, and I'm taking her to my room to recover so I can keep an eye on her. I don't want to return her to her dorm until I'm sure that she will be fine."

"Shouldn't he go to Mortkranken then?" Luca questioned, suspiciously. "If she is unwell enough to collapse, she may need medical care."

"I assure you that I will see that she gets medical care if it becomes unmanageable. With the tension between Frostheim and Mortkranken, I would prefer to minimize interaction as much as possible."

Luca must have noticed your eyes screaming because he said, surprisingly firmly while grabbing Tohma's arm, "Vice-captain, I must insist that we take her for medical care. We can take her to the clinic or Darkwick General if Mortkranken would be a problem."

"I will see to it if necessary, Errant. I do not need your guidance. Now unhand me," Tohma said in a tone icier than Frostheim itself, "Before I report you for insubordination."

Luca glared daggers at Tohma, unwilling to trust his word, but knowing that he couldn't do anything about it without risking Jin's wrath. "Let us know how she is doing. I'm sure that the captain will also be concerned." With that, Luca turned on his heel and strode the other direction, Kaito following him after a loud squeak upon realizing that Luca was leaving without him.

Your hope of getting away walked away with them.

When you arrived at his room, the first thing that you noticed was how clean it smelled, though you couldn't really see much at first. His room had a scent somewhere between citrus and soap. It was actually very calming, despite your current predicament. When the light came on, you saw that his room matched the scent- it was immaculate. Everything neatly sorted into the correct location- books in the shelf, all of his clothing was either in a dresser or the closet. There wasn't even a sock on the floor. No dust. The floor shined. "How does he have time?" you wondered to yourself, "He's always busy with errands, missions, and.... Jin."

Jin.

He will be so angry with you when he finds out. And he will. He always finds out. A shiver of fear ran through you at the thought of his rage. Tohma didn't seem to notice and deposited you on his bed.

"Wait here."

His bed was incredibly comfortable, and the linens were obviously freshly washed. You felt yourself sink into them, relaxed for the first time in.... you didn't know how long. The last time you knew anything about the time, it was eight, but that had to have been hours ago by now. How late had it gotten?

Tohma reappeared and sat beside you in the bed, stroking your hair. "You should sleep a while. I'll make dinner. You need something more than snacks and protein bars."

You couldn't argue if you tried. Your eyes rolled back and you sank into his plushy bed, falling into a dreamless sleep.

You awoke with a start to his voice calling your name softly and a soft stroke to your cheek. For a moment you didn't know where you were, or why Tohma was sitting next to you in a bed. "Wake up, pretty girl, It's time to eat."

It was an incredible spread. Soup, fish, vegetables, fruit over ice cream, and a very large cup of steaming tea. You noticed that he didn't have anything for himself, and so you asked why he wasn't eating. He ate while he was cooking, and ghouls don't need as much food to stay going, he replied matter of factly. You gingerly took a spoonful of the soup, not wanting to forget your manners or betray just how hungry you were. It was delicious. You hummed at him, earning a smile from him. He bade you to eat and rest while he attends to other matters. He left the room and locked the door behind him. You carefully ate to avoid upsetting your stomach, though you were absolutely ravenous. You looked around the room, hoping to glimpse your things so you could call for help, but you didn't see a hint of anything. Your eyes fell on a large mirror across the room, and your stomach lurched.

You knew that you were a mess, and you knew that you would find out sooner or later, but you were terrified to know the extend on the marks and bruises, how puffy your face and eyes were from crying. You decided that you would rather look later, perhaps after a bath so you're at least clean before you see yourself. You nibbled at your remaining dinner, stomach too upset to fully finish. Just as you had decided that you had had enough and leaned away from the tray, Tohma returned. He smiled, observing that you looked in a much better state than you had when he left. "The food has done wonders for you. A balanced diet is critical for good health." You nodded and pressed a thin smile.

He cleared the tray away before pushing you back into the mattress, straddling you and pinning your wrists, though what he did was not even close to what you had feared. He kissed you. A deep, soft, emotion-filled kiss. The kind of kiss that they write songs and poetry about. Then something more unexpected happened- he moaned softly on your lips and released your wrists to cup your cheek and cradle the back of your head. Your hands unknowingly traveled up his powerful arms, coming to rest on his back and the back of his neck. He moaned another deep sound on your lips before teasing them apart with his tongue. He flattened his body on yours and softly rocked his hips against your front.

He pushed the blankets away and delicately parted your thighs before settling between them, rocking into you again. You sighed a shivering breath as he crashed his lips into yours and gripped your leg, wrapping it around his waist. You did the same with your other, locking your ankles behind him and wrapping him in a hug with all of your limbs. You felt the pulse of him getting hard against your heat at he rutted against you slowly. You whined softly into his kiss as he fondled your breast, softly squeezing your nipple. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips and tongue down your neck, landing them softly on your nipple. He kissed and sucked lightly, almost teasing you with little jolts of pleasure that shot straight to your core. He unhooked your ankles from behind him and placed one hand lightly on your inner thigh, drawing a line with feather light fingers to your heat, stopping before reaching it. He simply massaged your inner thigh, just short of your pussy.

He returned to your mouth, pressing another sensual kiss on your puffy lips and lightly swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. You both moaned softly against each other's lips, smiling at the simultaneous sound. "How are you feeling?" he breathed on your lips. You hummed a "much better now" and kissed him again. Why can't he just be like this every time?

He slipped his hand onto your heat, lightly tracing his fingers over your slit, but not slipping between your folds, but rather just lightly petting over your lower lips. You inhaled sharply at the contact and your legs twitched involuntarily, unsure of what will follow. He pressed another deep kiss as he slipped on finger just barely between your folds, just enough to sweep over your clit, already starting to wake up from the way he was kissing you and the teasing touch. "You're getting wet again," he crooned in a teasing tone and slipped a second finger into your folds, massaging your clit with a little more pressure. He broke away from you abruptly and undressed, folding each garment and putting it on his desk before rejoining you in bed, taking his place between your legs.

Rather than his fingers, he used the head of his cock to rub and tease your soft spot. Though he was already fully hard, the skin was much softer and smoother than that of his hand. The soft touch was a welcome change, and you moaned softly in approval. He huffed and increased the pressure, drawing a sharp gasp and a twitch. He smiled that dark smile again before kissing you hard and wetting himself before sinking in.

It was getting easier to take him, but the stretch was still painful, fueled by how raw you were feeling after how much and how many ways he had fucked you since you "won the game." He groaned deeply when he bottomed out and stayed still for a bit. You were beginning to wonder if something was wrong before he started snapping his hips with short thrusts, an arm locked tight around your waist, giving him total control over your hips.

Your fingers curled reflexively when he started moving, resulting in you accidentally scratching his powerful back. "Is that how you want it?" he asked in that unwelcome dark tone. "No, I like this! It was an accident!" "I can't have you scratching me, pretty girl."

Your heart sank. Cruel Tohma was back. He suddenly pulled out of you and stood beside the bed. He ticked his tongue several times, as though scolding you before dragging you from the safety and softness of his bed. Standing behind you, he pushed you toward the mirror and took hold of your neck, forcing you to look at yourself. You were a mess- sweat soaked hair, red face and eyes, marks over most of your visible body. You burst into tears, thinking of how hard it's going to be able to hide any of this, the rumors that will spread, how angry some people will be.

With a powerful arm around your waist, Tohma lifted you to your toes and bent you forward, making you look closer at your face and letting you see his. He didn't look as cruel as he was acting, but the malevolent glint was still in his eyes. Of all things to notice in that moment, you realized that he wasn't wearing his monocle. Did it break when it hit the floor? "Look at yourself in the mirror, not at me. Look at all the faces you make when I'm using you, at how much you love it. I want you to see how much you love being my whore."

A loud whimper leapt from your open mouth as he slipped back into you, amplified when he his hand rounded your hip and shot directly to your throbbing clit, drawing those damnable circles over it, making your walls clench. You tingled all over as he worked you, eyes rolling and back arching. "I told you to look at yourself." You nodded quickly and stared at yourself, seeing how much your face flushes and watching the sweat bead on your forehead. He wanted to humiliate you further, but you had become numb to the sense of shame that you had earlier in the day. You had become numb to all emotion except flashes of anger and waves of detestable desire.

Without warning, he pulled you to a fully standing position and hooked an arm under your leg, making you almost spread eagle in front of the mirror. How he didn't slip out during that maneuver was beyond you, but you didn't have time to think before he carried you closer to the mirror and told you to watch him fuck you. His cock, glistening with your juices, slid in and out of you slowly, sliding out to nearly the full length before bottoming out again. His other arm pressed you tight to his chest as he breathed heavily into your ear. He slightly shifted the arm holding your leg, allowing him to return his focus on your soft spot.

"Keep watching," he whispered darkly, "I want you to watch me make you cum, pretty girl. Watch me ruin you." You nodded with a sharp, chattering moan and watched him work you. You cautiously raised your arm toward his face, pausing to silently ask permission before you ran your fingers through his hair. "Go on, as long as you keep watching." Your hand gripped the back of his head, fingers threaded through his downy soft hair. Your other hand wrapped around the arm holding your to his chest, lacing your fingers between his. A slight sheen had broken over his face as he moaned a deep sound against your neck with a soft kiss.

"You're getting close, aren't you, pretty? You're shaking, and your pussy is getting tighter on me. You like watching it, don't you?" He was panting slowly in your ear. "Tell me."

"Yes, I-I'm v-very close," you gasped shrilly.

"And watching?"

"Ye-s."

"Why?" he asked in a throaty voice, "Why do you like it?"

"Be-cause... I like i-i-it w-w-when," you whined, "when you u-use me?"

"You don't sound very sure."

"I like it when you use me," each word separated by a moan, "I like it when you fuck me."

"Good girl," he replied with a bite on your ear. "So honest. I think I'll reward your honesty. Keep your eyes open and watch."

He pulled you so tight it was practically crushing your chest and tightened his grip around your leg. You could barely move as he dragged long thrusts and teased your soft spot in firm circles, an orgasm slowly brewing hotter and harder in your pussy. You fought yourself to keep your moans quiet, but the pleasure was becoming too heavy to silence. "Keep watching," he moaned, "Don't look away."

"Yes- I'm-looki-ing. Please- don't stop!" you cried, biting your lip to stifle your sounds. He hummed a sound of approval, and you boiled over.

It was a struggle to keep your eyes from rolling back or closing. You watched as your pussy clenched around him as you bubbled over and the waves washed over you. You watched your juice run down your leg as each successive squeeze pushed it out of you. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, though from pleasure or embarrassment wasn't clear to you. You didn't care either way. His thrusts stoked the fires that kept you boiling and the circles he drew shot the electricity that make you shake and your muscles tense and flex like you were lifting all of Darkwick. You moaned his name is short, high shivery sighs and chattered nearly incoherent promises that you're his alone, no one else.

At the last comment, he moaned sharply against your neck and bottomed out. His cock was throbbing inside you, but you were watching as your bodies shook and spasmed together. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, hiding the deep bass of his groans between hot pants. Every inch you could feel twitched and shivered against you, and you could see the well defined muscles in his leg shuddering as he fucked you through both of your orgasms.

After the twitching and spasms subsided, he still held you for a time, face in your neck and arm around you. He loosed his hold on your other leg, letting it gently to the floor, and wrapped his newly free arm around you, pulling you into the most complete back hug you'd ever experienced. You carefully leaned your head towards his, his soft, soap scented hair brushing over your face. It felt as though this moment would last forever, but it was interrupted when you felt your mingled juices flowing down your leg. "Tohma, uhm, I'm... messy," you cooed softly, hoping he would know what you meant. "Right. Let's get you in the bath."

He took you by the hand and led you to the bathroom. He handed you a small cloth, telling you to clean yourself a little before you get in, and began drawing the water. "How hot do you like?" He told him that you usually take very hot baths and showers. He smiled softly and said that very hot water is bad for the skin, but drew it hot enough to steam softly. "How's this?"

It was perfect. He took you by the hands and helped you settle in the water, "Just relax." You settled back and closed your eyes, letting the water work magic on your sore body. The scent of soap tickled your nose, and a soft cloth ran down your neck. It startled you, but his soft voice told you to relax. The cloth rubbed gently over your entire front, with and extra delicate touch over your core, and his soft voice told you to lean forward. One hand supported you while the other washed over your back. "Okay, tip your head back." Tohma gently washed and conditioned your hair, finishing just as the water was beginning to cool. He helped you step out and dried you with the utmost care before leading you back to his room.

"I'm afraid you'll have to borrow some of my pajamas. They'll be big on you, but I don't have anything in your size." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a blue silk set and bade you get dressed while he showered quickly. You dressed and walked to the mirror, preparing to assess how much he had marked your neck. You didn't see earlier because he had his hand over your neck, then you were bent so you couldn't see, and then made you watch him fuck you. You took a deep breath and stepped in front of the mirror and saw.... nothing. Despite all the biting and sucking, there were no marks on your neck.

"Checking for marks?" an amused voice sounded from behind you. You jumped and stammered an embarrassed yes.

"I decided to only mark spaces that can be covered."

".......Why?"

"You're mine. No one else needs to know for it to be true."

"But people are going to notice me coming here... they're going to spread rumors...."

"They won't. I won't allow it. Now, come to bed."

The two of you settled into his plush bed with his crisp linens, and whispered soft good nights. You rolled on your side, facing away from him, only to be pulled tight into being the little spoon. "I'm going to protect you." You hummed softly, nuzzling into his hold with a soft sigh. He kissed the nape of your neck delicately. "You're mine," he whispered against your neck, drawing another hum from you. What he said next nearly stopped your heart-

"But I'm yours, too."

You returned to Clementia, exhausted, after another long series of rotten days. Getting yelled at, being belittled, running thankless errands, trying to keep up in classes that you keep missing because you’re going on missions that don’t get you any closer to finding a way to break your curse- it was just too much. You groan as you enter the strange sanctuary that is the defunct dorm you live in, kicking your shoes off haphazardly and nearly tripping over them. You trudged up the stairs to your room and lazily threw your bag on the floor and dropped onto your bed. You need a bath. A nice long, hot bath to wash the awful week you’ve been having away.

A trail of discarded clothes followed you to the bathroom, where you were drawing a brain-meltingly hot bath and adding your favorite bubbles and oils. The inviting scent of tea and lavender already began to soothe your nerves. You slipped into the almost-too-hot water and tried to clear your mind. While the problems did start to fade a little, other concerns worked their way in. Your friends outside Darkwick- how are they? Do they even remember you, or did they get Mesmer matched? Will you even remember anything about them after you turn? You’ve never even really dated before coming to Darkwick. It just never seemed important, but now it’s another item in your long list of regrets. As you let that last item linger, you found yourself wondering what another person would feel like as your hands wandered your body, with one settling on your breast and the other finding its way between your legs.

How different would it feel to have someone else touching your breasts? You shivered as you squeezed your nipple and massaged your breast. You began tracing circles on your clit, imagining all the ways that it might be different to have another person touching you, and the way that they would feel against you. How would their body feel? You slipped your fingers into your fluttering cunt, gasping at the feeling of being filled. You fucked yourself with increasingly frenzied energy, using the heel of your palm to rub your clit as you pumped your fingers in and out. Your mind then started picturing the ghouls- who would you even feel comfortable doing anything like this with? The coil that had been winding in your pussy snapped, throwing you into pitching and shaking orgasm, and you screamed his name.

Tohma

Tohma Ishibashi.

You were somewhat confused by where your mind went, and yet the idea did intrigue you. He had always treated you rather cooly, acting more like and older family member or a teacher than a classmate. In spite of the protective guardian stance he had always seemed to regard you from, you had to admit that there were times were glances seemed to linger a little too long, he stood a little too close....

You started imagining what he must look like beneath his flawlessly pressed uniform. He must be in excellent shape, with as huge and heavy as his artifact is. He wielded it like it weighed nothing. Imagine what he could do to you, if he had the mind. You felt your arousal returning as you wandered his body, touching and tasting him all over. How you he fuck you, if he wanted to? Your slipped your fingers back into yourself, thinking about what he would do to you. Slow like this? Hard and fast? How big is he? Would you even be able to take him if he gave you a chance?

You were building the pressure inside again, thinking of all the ways he could have taken you in the time that you've known each other, and how easy it would be for him to have you whenever he wanted. He'd only need to catch you alone, which is so easy for him. You were moaning his name loudly, it echoing wildly against the bathroom tiles. You fucked yourself so hard that the water of your bath churned around you, occasionally splashing on the floor. Your feet slipped around on the floor of your bath, desperately searching for a hold as you reached the tipping point again.

You screamed when you broke, the tension ripping through you in waves far harder than the first time. Every part of you flexed and pulsed as you kept fucking yourself, imagining that it was him as his body pressed against yours and he breathed hard into your ear. You wanted so badly for him to tell you what a good girl you are, letting him use you for his pleasure like this as he pounded against you, using your hair for leverage as the sounds of skin slapping reverberated in the frozen halls. When you were finally fucked out and your arm too tired to continue, you sunk into your bath and let the bliss buzz through your brain.

A thought suddenly bubbled up in your brain- where did all of that come from? "Good girl?" "Letting him use you?" Rough sex and pulling your hair? You had no experience to speak of, much less like that.

You decided that it was probably about time to get out of the bath- the water was cooling and your fingers were wrinkled. Your hand lingered a little over your still oversentive pussy, wondering if you could get off again. You felt more relaxed, sure, but thoughts of Tohma still haunted the forefront of your brain, keeping that swollen, throbbing sensation alive between your legs.

"No, I really need to go get dinner and study," you chided yourself. You probably wouldn't have a chance anyway, so it's pointless to dwell on it.

But dwell on it you did. No matter how much you tried to distract yourself with classes, missions, homework, or friends, those filthy thoughts never left you alone. Your pussy throbbed almost constantly and you were always worried that you were going to soak through your panties, announcing to anyone near you what you were thinking any time you tried to leave a chair. You fucked yourself every chance you got, but it only seemed to make it worse.

After your fourth session of the day, lying in your bed with your fingers still as deep as you could reach, you made a decision- you had to talk to him. You were becoming obsessed to the point you couldn't function. Even if he said no, the rejection might be enough to cool your fires. On the other hand, though...

Luckily, you had an errand to run in Frostheim, so swinging down to see Tohma would be easy enough. Now, how do you even approach this? He always seemed amused when you were bold, but would this be too far? Telling him off or making a "firm request" was a very different type of conversation from, "Hey, I've never had a boyfriend, and I know I don't have much time, and we're both really busy all the time, and it would probably piss your boss off, but I really, really want you. What do you think?"

Ultimately, you decided to wing it. Trying to practice things to say was only making you more nervous and you felt silly reading from a script in your head. You took a deep breath and pushed Frostheim's heavy front door open.

Jin was at least in the neutral end of irritable when you asked him for his signature, and he ordered you to gather and clean his clothes. You didn't really mind- your thoughts were elsewhere and your nerves had your stomach in a twist and your knees shaking. Having collected the clothes and signature, you departed Jin's room and headed toward the room that Tohma often worked in.

You knocked, but didn't receive an answer. You knocked a little louder and called out that it was you. There was a faint scuffling sound from the other side of the door, and it swung open. No one was standing there though, leaving you creeped out and confused. You shuffled quietly in and called a soft, shaky hello. The door closed softly behind you, making you jump a little as you proceeded further into the room.

"Hello y/n. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You jumped at least a foot in the air and screamed. Tohma was standing just behind the door where you couldn't see him, explaining why the door seemed to open and close of its own accord.

"Oh, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something. Something private," you mumbled, your face growing hot.

"Oh?"

The one word answer was not making this easier. You knew that he was enjoying seeing you uncomfortable. You weren't about to be deterred though- you had to try to put this to bed, so to speak. "We're alone, right?"

"Just us and the chess board," he said with a sly smile.

Your words fumbled out. "Well, y-you see, I'm running out of time before my c-curse," you voice cracked on that last word, "before it... takes me."

"Yes."

"And, well, I've never actually had a boyfriend. I know it's too late to have a relationship, but-" Your voice broke again, and you were too embarrassed to continue. His cool demeanor made you feel like you were begging. Throwing yourself at him, and you felt pathetic.

"Go on." That knowing smile again. God, that smile made you weak in the knees, and he definitely knew it. He was playing with you.

"I-I g-guess I was wondering if..." you trailed off, tears prickling in your eyes as you bit your lip. The cold was making the tears sting so much worse. "If you would be willing to, you know..."

"I don't know. What would you like me to do?"

Now he was just being cruel. He was savoring your humiliation, but in spite of all of the shame and embarrassment, your walls still clenched around nothing, wanting for all the world to be clenching his rock hard cock as he railed you.

"I want to try the physical side of a relationship, and I want to try it with you," you whined between hiccuping soft sobs.

"Is that so?"He smiled darkly at your confession, making your cunt clench again. "If you can beat me at a game of chess, I'll do it. If I win..." Another devious smile, "You'll be my servant until further notice."

The way he was looking at you and the tone in his voice both scared and excited you in equal measure. Your mouth went completely dry and your nerves were toying with "fight or flight." ".....What would you have me doing?" You could barely get the words out through such a dry mouth.

"Whatever I want. That's what servants do, afterall. Have you not learned that with Jin?"

"H-he really only ever has me wash his clothes and carry documents for him. Th-that's all."

"Shame. He has you all to himself and he does so little with you. Never mind. Are you interested in my proposal?"

"O-okay. We'll play chess."

An evil smile sweeps across his face as he led you to the chess table.

He was losing on purpose. He had to be. He's always been the better player, and now he was toying with you, dangling the possible results of the game just above your head. He could still win, you could tell that much, but he was playing a sloppy, slow game, all the while smiling that cool, sly smile.

The chill of the room was making you shiver, and the adrenaline coursing through your veins was only serving to increase the rate of your shakes. You hated how wet you were, pressed against the ice cold chair. No matter how you shifted, you couldn't get away from the way the cold made your heat sting.

"What ever is the matter? You seem uncomfortable."

"Just a little cold. I'm fine." The shake in your voice betrayed how not fine you were. His cold, steely blue eyes bore into you as you squirmed. He's amused. Of course he is. Maybe you should just give up on this. You're going to have to leave soon if you're going to make it on time for your afternoon classes. "I can't stay much longer. My afternoon classes are coming soon."

"Really? I hadn't noticed how late it had gotten. In that case, I forfeit. You win this game."

You balked at his declaration. "Wait, you're quitting? We could finish the game later."

"No, I'm not quitting. I concede victory to you." His smile was downright evil and there was something very dark in his eyes.

"O-oh, uhm, okay then. I should still get going." You were more afraid than aroused at this point. You were starting to regret the choice to pursue this fantasy that had been living loudly in your mind for weeks. You were trying to gather your things, but your hands were shaking so badly that you had trouble gripping anything. After getting your things packed up just enough to be able to move, Tohma stood up from his chair suddenly, causing you to drop everything again. He approached you ominously, closing in on you as you tried to back away. Your stomach dropped when your back hit the door. Your hand scrambled on the knob, the sweat on your palms making it impossible to grip it. He was nearly pressed against you, staring down at you with that same dark look. The lock clicked, sealing your fate.

"You can't leave without your winnings."

He seized you around the waist and lifted you like you weighed nothing, carrying you over to the chess table. He swept the pieces off with a swift swing of his arm, sending them clattering all over the floor. He put you down on the table hard and pushed you onto your back, holding you still by your neck. He wasn't squeezing, but it would be so easy for him. With his free hand, he ripped your underwear away like they were wet tissue. "Tohma, p-please stop. You're sca-aring me," you choked and sobbed.

"Is this not what you wanted?" He stared down at you, his eyes glittering darkly. The swiped his gloved fingers over your soaked pussy and smiled. "You certainly seem to want this." He pulled his glove off with his teeth on dropped it on your stomach. "You've soaked right through my glove," he growled, slipping his fingers between your folds and pressing circles onto your clit.

You gasped and shook, relishing his touch, and you hated yourself for it. You were terrified, desperately wanting to escape from whatever things he was thinking, and yet you didn't want him to stop. Your internal battle only worsened as he pushed his fingers into your pussy, causing it to clench around his large, long fingers. His fingers felt better than yours ever did, and the way he worked his thumb over your throbbing clit made you wail.

"Look at how you're taking it. You must have wanted this for a long time to be this eager. How long have you wanted this?"

You choked back a sob when he curled his fingers forward and viciously fucked your g spot, never letting up on your clit. He was taking the tension that had been living inside you for weeks to a whole new height. You squirmed against his touch, moaning and crying at the same time. You pulled at his wrist, trying to get him to let you go, but you weren't nearly strong enough.

"I asked you a question," he said coldly, squeezing your neck and forcing you to look at him. "Don't make me ask again."

You could barely speak between the hold on your throat and how hard you were sobbing. "A-a-a long time," you cried shrilly. You were on the edge of exploding, and you felt disgusting for how badly you wanted it.

"How long?" He tightened his grip again, making you see stars.

"A... few... weeks..." you gasped softly as the room started to spin. You needed air, and you were getting too hazy to fight for it. Just before your vision started to darken, he fucked on you his fingers mercilessly, driving you over the edge and suddenly released his grip.

It all hit you harder than you could handle. The crush of cumming on his fingers as he pounded them in and out of you, relentlessly rubbing his thumb over your throbbing clit. The sudden influx of air as you gasped in as the crash hit had your mind reeling as your body shook with the electric force shooting in waves in time with the clenching and pulsing on your dripping wet cunt. You screamed between gasps as you tried to find your equilibrium. You gripped his arm, the only thing you could reach from your current position.

You had stopped cumming, but he wouldn't stop. You were beyond overstimulated, tears running freely down you face as you sobbed, begging him to stop and you pointlessly writhed under his grip.

"You want me to stop?"

"P-pleee-ease!"

Just like that, he pulled his fingers out of you and leaned over you, bringing his soaked hand to your face. "You're filthy, and now my hand is filthy from you. You're going to lick my fingers clean, understood?"

You nodded, dreading what he might do if you tried to refuse. He ordered you to open your mouth, and jammed his fingers in so far that it made you gag. His fingers were completely covered in your juices, and that was the only thing you could taste as he pushed and pulled his fingers in your mouth. You tried the lick them to try to appease him, but that.... didn't get you the reaction you wanted.

"If that's what you want to do with your mouth, I'll be happy to put it to better use."

With his hand still wrapped around your throat, he undid his belt and pants, pulling them down just far enough to pull his cock out. He was thick. Very thick. You knew what he was about to make you do, and hoped that he would be content at that, fearful of how much he would stretch you. "On your knees."

He pulled you by your neck from the flat position you had been in to the edge of the table. He released your neck, only to grab a handful of your hair and push you to the floor. You looked up at him, your eyes red and puffy from crying, "Please, just stop... let me leave... I won't tell anyone."

"Not until you have your prize. Open your mouth." You complied, fighting back bitter tears on resentment and regret. If you had known he was like this, you would never have come here. Your arousal would have been dead and buried along with the people in the cemetery at your dorm. He held your hair tightly as he fucked your face. His face was slightly flushed now, and he was breathing a little louder. "Y/n, I dare say you have a gift for this." His thrusts were becoming faster and more erratic, and he was gripping your hair so hard it hurt.

When he came, you choked. He buried his cock all the way to your throat as he fired rope after rope of cum. You were breathing sharp ragged pants through your nose, trying to not vomit as he kept making you gag. You desperately grabbed at his hips, sinking your nails in as hard as you could to try to make him stop.

Argeas

You came so suddenly and sharply that you threw your head back despite Tohma having an iron grip on your hair. You had forgotten about his stigma, and you're unwittingly enhancing it. He said it twice more, rendering you weak and helpless. He released your hair, allowing you to melt onto the frozen floor. He stared down at you, a look of... pity?... crossing his face. Soundlessly, he swept you up and laid you back on the chess table before walking away.

You laid motionless on the frigid table, trying to collect yourself to attempt to escape. You broke into exhausted sobs when you realized that you could barely lift your head, let alone try to outrun a ghoul. You jumped when a tea cup suddenly appeared in front of you. "Drink it. It'll help your throat." You tried your hardest to rise to an upright position, but you couldn't summon enough energy for even that.

"I see."

He sat you up and held the cup to your lips. You sputtered on the first sip of tea, but the warmth was indeed soothing on your throat. He helped you drink the rest of the cup, walked off, and returned with some small snack items. The sudden change between the Tohma who had just done.... all of that to you and this Tohma who was helping you drink some tea and eat some small foods gave you whiplash. It was like he flipped a switch between personalities. You didn't want to question the change and risk turning him back into the other Tohma, but your face must have asked instead.

"You're clearly too weak to continue, but you can't leave yet. Your winnings," he said with that same sinister tone, "are still not collected."

Were you in a stronger state, you would have cried, but you had gone numb. You barely had the energy to hold yourself up, let alone cry or scream. You nodded, staring blankly at him.

"You need more time, it seems." He pushed another cup of tea into your hands and sat a small plate of light foods beside you. "It's not enjoyable if you're not able to be active. You also couldn't leave in your current state, regardless."

He was right. At this point and with the little energy you had, you steeled yourself for whatever else your "winnings" entailed.

You had recovered enough for the reality of your situation to return to your mind, and your stomach lurched and your face got hot. He smiled that dark smile when he saw that you were starting to come around. He walked around to your front and pushed your thighs apart, stepping between them and pressing your bodies tight together. Your heart hammered against your chest as you felt him keenly for the first time. He was more muscular than you had dreamt in all of your fantasies. He wrapped one arm tight around your waist and turned your face upward to face him.

"So pretty. Prettier when your face is covered in tears, though," he said, giving you an appraising look before pressing a hard kiss on your lips. You gasped sharply, and he forced your mouth open further and explored your mouth with his tongue. You moaned softly and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and leaned into his kiss. You trembled when his hand traveled to the back of your neck and into your hair. You felt him smile, and he pulled your head back.

His kissed his way to your neck, where he bit and sucked several marks. "People will see," you whined softly. "I know," he huffed, biting you hard enough to make you yelp. Your legs started shaking slightly as his hand roamed your body. You felt him smile again and he asked in a deep velvety tone, "Already? I've barely touched you." He released your hair and set to work on unbuttoning your shirt, popping them one at a time and pulling it open in small increments. You were nervous about what he was going to do, given everything that happened earlier. He pushed your shirt and uniform jacket off your shoulders and down your arms, leaving you in only your bra and skirt. You shivered hard at the cold prickling on your sweat damp skin.

"Cold?" he laughed, unclipping your bra before pushing you down on the table, pinning you by your neck once more. He pressed against you and bit and sucked new marks onto your chest after slipping your bra off you arms. You felt his growing erection pressing hard against your naked heat that was getting wetter by the second. How could you even be turned on right now? You were still in shock from earlier, and you knew that he was going to be getting rough with you again soon. He pulled your skirt from over your hips, leaving you completely undressed in a freezing room. A cold chill ran through your entire body, compounded by the sensation of his fingers diving between your folds.

You cried out loudly in equal parts pleasure, pain, and surprise when he rammed his fingers into you, and pressed his thumb over your clit, causing a hard jolt through you. He smiled at your cry and fucked you harder, making you cry, scream and squirm. "If you keep being so loud, I'm going to have you find a way to keep you quiet." His tone was ominous. You felt yourself clench involuntarily on his vicious fingers. You bit your lip to keep yourself quiet as he continued slamming into you. Your eyes began to prickle with new tears and you sniffled as you tried to choke back sobs and cries.

"I didn't say be silent. You obviously like this, so moan for it."

You did as he ordered, squeaking little moans between the sobs you body was wracked with. He smiled evilly and released your throat, trailing his fingers down your torso, settling on your hip and sinking his fingers into your soft flesh. You hissed your pain, fighting the instinct to scream with everything you had. He dropped to one knee and roughly forced one leg over his shoulder, and pinned it in place. Tohma drew a long line upward on your thigh with the tip of his tongue, stopping just short of your pussy. Your thighs quaked around him, no matter how hard you tried to steady yourself. With a dark laugh, he kissed and bit the innermost part of your thigh with just as much force as he had done with your neck. He was marking you everywhere to make sure that everyone who saw you knew what you had done.

You were filled with abject terror. Was he about to bite... there? It would be impossible to stay quiet if he did. Your brain was overrun with horrifying scenarios, partially drowning out the marking he was doing, the pain of his grip, and how hard he was fucking you on his fingers. You were shocked out of your thoughts when he flicked his tongue over your clit.

You nearly screamed, but you got your hands over your mouth before it got out. "What was that? I didn't hear you." Another flick. Your thigh twitched on his shoulder and you let out a chattering moan. He hooked his fingers on your g spot and hit your soft spot with a series of feather light flicks, making your back arch and forcing a whine out of you. The contrast between how hard he was fucking your pussy and how lightly he was licking your clit was making you dizzy and starting to build the tension in your belly. Your face was burning with shame. "What kind of girl gets off while being treated like this?" you thought to yourself. A sob ripped out of you and you covered your face with your arms and twisted your fingers in your damp hair.

Tohma paused, his blue eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Hold your hair if you want, but I forbid you to hide your face." As soon as you tearfully complied, he resumed with increased energy, making you wail. You could feel the tension reaching your breaking point. You whined sharply between choppy sobs, and reflexively reached for his wrist. He slapped your hand away with a terse "No." You grabbed at the edges of your uniform, finding anything to keep you grounded was a frantic need as he continued his relentless assault on your soft spots. "Toh- I-!"

Your vision went white and your ears were ringing as you floated in that brief moment after the tension breaks but before the crash begins.

It hit you like a meteor. Your back arched sharply and your free leg slammed like a vice around his head, knocking his monocle to the floor. Neither of you cared in the moment, but you knew in the back of your mind that you were going to pay for that later. A scream ripped out of you, followed by moan after helpless moan. The power of the waves crashing through you made you see stars as your body tingled with shot after shot of burning electricity. Your hands tore at the edges of your jacket and your toes curled so hard they cramped. A light, stinging sweat broke over your body. His fingers were hooked on your g spot, and he was rubbing them hard over just that soft spot while his tongue flicked and danced over your throbbing clit. He was going to make you cum again.

You hated yourself for loving this. You hated your body for betraying you like this. You hated him for making you love this while treating you so cruelly. You wished that you had never come here and that you could escape, but you also didn't want to. His calm demeanor and "proper" mannerisms had fooled you, and you hated both of you for it.

The storm of conflicting feelings roiling inside you was interrupted when another orgasm broke over you. You sobbed loudly, tears pouring from your raw, red eyes and wave after wave rolled through you. He seemed to be enjoying your miserable pleasure, if his throaty chuckle was anything to go by. He didn't seem like he planned on stopping, even after you began twitching and jerking each time he flicked his soft, highly skilled tongue over your over-sensitive clit. Only once you were fully begging between hitched breaths did he wipe his face on your inner thigh and hold his fingers to your mouth. "You know what to do."

This time, you were very careful as you sucked your juices from his fingers, not wanting a repeat of last time. He stood between your weak, shaking legs and stared down at you, watching you as you cautiously cleaned his fingers. He pulled them from your mouth with a pop, then leaned over you and whispered something that made your blood run cold.

"I'm going to ruin you."

Your adrenaline hit you hard enough to give you almost enough energy to try to escape. Almost. He had you pinned in your back again before you could even manage to roll of the table. He held your face as made you watch as he loosened his tie, discarding it somewhere on the floor, unbuttoned his coat, then vest, then shirt, and finally his pants, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. "Don't you dare look away," he growled before releasing your squished cheeks. He threw all of his upper garments off, exposing a body that under any other circumstances would make you blush.

His entire body was as fair as his face, strongly resembling a marble statue of the highest quality. His cock was only slightly darker, with a slight pink tone, and several veins on the surface. You had only glimpsed it earlier, but it was indeed quite thick and the head was thicker than you thought. He's beautiful, standing completely undressed before you. Then it clicked, and your stomach dropped. "P-please no. Not like this," you pleaded tearfully. "I'm not r-ready. Please not yet"

"No? Isn't this why you came here? I've done quite a lot to prepare you," he cooed in a mocking tone as the dragged his cock back and forth in your slit, wetting it. "You won our game. It would be rude to refuse." You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to prepare yourself for what you knew was about to happen. He grabbed your face again, harder this time. "I told you not to look away."

It honestly didn't matter if your eyes were open at this point anyway. Your vision was becoming blurry with a seemingly endless river of tears, so much so that he himself was becoming a blur. He continued rubbing himself back and forth over your sloppy cunt, staring hard down on your weeping form, ensuring that you were watching what he was doing. He hated you. You were sure of it. No one treats someone like this if they don't. Your body was going weak again, and you were struggling to look down were your bodies were rubbing. "Tohh. 'M- Hard to stay up," you whimpered, not wanting to anger him further.

"I see." He grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you you a nearly seated position. He lined himself up with your entrance and stared hard into your face. "You're going to watch this, and you're going to like it."

It felt like he was going to tear you apart from the inside. You hissed and sobbed violently as you watched him bottom out in one slow, agonizing thrust. Every time you tried to squeeze your eyes shut or look away, he grabbed you by the face or hair and forced you to look as he pushed his way in. He didn't allow you to lie back then, either. He made you watch as he fucked you slowly, snapping his hips at the end of each thrust. Your head was spinning, and your stomach turned when you saw that you're bleeding.

"So you were a virgin," he observed with a sardonic smirk, sinking in again with a snap. Were. Past tense. You wailed a sob of complete misery. This is all wrong. This isn't how this was supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to be this kind of person. You could never have another first time. This is it, there's no doing it over. It hurt. It burned. Each time he bottomed out with a snap it felt like a punch to your stomach, and yet he was still able to hit your soft spot while hurting you so badly. How? How?! This isn't fair!

Just then, he pushed you back down onto the table and caged you between his arms "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered thickly into your ear. You whimpered a pathetic plea for him to stop, and he simply said no, repeated his instruction to wrap your legs around his waist, and reminded you that making him repeat himself is not a good idea. Then he kissed you softly, as gently as you would have hoped for if things had gone the way you imagined. His body pressed against yours and he fucked you slowly, in a way that could have been mistaken for making love if someone walked in now. You fearfully wrapped your arms around him, which he permitted, much to your surprise and relief. This softness was the oasis that you had been desperately seeking since this all started.

Keeping you loosely held down with one arm, he trailed his fingers softly down your side and grasped your hip, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, but not painfully. He rolled his hips against yours, still snapping at the bottom. It made you shiver. The pain, though still very present, had started to settle into background noise, allowing the pleasure he was inflicting on you to come forward. You felt him smile against your lips and huff before diving into another kiss and running his fingers through your hair. You tensed, fearing that he was about to yank it for doing... something.... wrong. "Relax. You're being so good right now, doing as you're told and taking me so well. Be a good girl and everything will be fine."

Those words- good girl- they had rolled through several of your many fantasies. You moaned softly at hearing them and your walls fluttered around his slowly pistoning rock hard cock. The snaps were starting to feel like small bursts of sparks inside you, building heat with each burst. You were breathing in shivering moans against his soft lips, far softer than they felt the first time he kissed you. He licked your lip softly, slipping it into your mouth when you gasped. "So gentle now," you thought to yourself, "Maybe its because he knows?" Your tongues danced together, and massaged the other. The pitch of your moans were getting higher, telling him that you were getting close to the edge.

He moved his hand from your hip and whispered "Put your leg over my shoulder," against your lip in a throaty voice. You did your best, but your legs were quite feeble. "Help, please? 'M weak." you asked meekly, fearful of setting him off. "Since you asked nicely, pretty girl," he crooned into your ear before wrapping his arm around your shivering leg, hoisting it over his steely shoulder.

"So... s-so deep," you sighed when he bottomed out again "So g-good."

"Oh?" His voice had an edge to it, but it was more low and breathy than sharp. Your trembling hands rubbed over his very muscled back, feeling them flex and release with every thrust. You were very mindful to not sink your nails in no matter how good he was making you feel, lest you make him change his mind. A light sweat had broken across his alabaster skin, and his breath was hot against your neck. He pressed your leg tighter to your chest and drew a long, achingly slow thrust with an especially sharp snap at the bottom. It made you cry out as another firecracker shot sparks through you.

With a sharp huff, he snapped his hips, driving his cock deep in you, faster and sharper. The sparks were becoming almost constant, and at this rate, it was going to ignite the powder keg he had been pressurizing in your clenching pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched. Your hands trembled and flexed on his back. Your voice was turning hoarse and your throat hurt, but you were panting sharp, high gasps as your tension was reaching the critical point.

He slowed slightly, holding you on the edge, and bit your ear lightly. "Listen to me, and well."

"Mhm."

"Use your words," he rasped.

"Yes."

"Are you going to do as I tell you, without question or complaint?"

"Y-yes," you moaned through brain fog.

"Are you going to be a good girl and take it every way I give it?"

"Yes," you gasped sharply.

"Yes what?"

"Yes..... please?"

He laughed darkly against your neck before rising to look into your eyes. His pupils were blown, but that clear, pale blue shone coldly, piercing your heart like ice and your cunt pulsed. The cold terrified you- any moment he could switch to the cruel Tohma, and you knew it, but he was still holding you on the edge of cumming.

"Beg for it. I can tell that you're close, so beg for it," he groaned, eyes boring into you.

You balked at his command, but didn't dare delay or question him.

"Please... let me?"

"Let you what? Use your words."

He was back to humiliating you, and it almost backed you off from the edge that he had you precariously balanced on. Almost as though he sensed it, he picked up just enough to keep you there.

"Please let me cum?"

"How do you want me to do that?"

The question made your brain short out briefly. "Keep... Going?"

"Going what? Tell me what you want."

Your face burned and tears formed on the corners of your eyes again.

"Please keep fucking me," you choked. The tears started flowing again.

"That's what you want?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please," you sobbed, "Please keep fucking me so I can cum."

"Such language," he laughed, "But since you asked so nicely-" he kissed your forehead and bottomed out, snapping his hips hard and fast, over and over. It stole your breath and sent you over the edge.

The crushing weight that hit you forced the air from your lungs. You couldn't scream, regardless of how sore your throat might be. You tried to bury your shame-reddened face in his shoulder, partially to muffle any sounds you might make, but he told you not to hide, this is what you wanted. Your body was wracked with spasms and sobs as your orgasm detonated and exploded in waves of fire and lightning in rapid succession, drawn and detonated anew with each snap of his hips. You dug your nails into his back as he coldly regarded your weakened form, subject to his every whim, and took his enjoyment from you. He fucked you harshly, forcing your body to keep firing waves of sparks from your core.

Your mind had gone blank, the only thing you could think of was him and what he was doing to you. When the final electric jolt snapped out from your heat, your body went limp. You could barely keep your eyes open, having been fucked out so hard and emotionally drained. Your breath was shallow and rapid, making you see spots.

"Slow your breathing or you're going to pass out."

"Mnnmmnn..."

The world went black.

You awoke some time later, still on the table, but wrapped in a thick blanket. A pair of chess pieces-a rook and a pawn- sat directly in front of your face. The scent of tea wafted past your face, making your painfully dry mouth water. You huffed softly as you tried to sit up, but your body was still far too weak, so you settled for swiping the chess pieces from the table in your frustration.

"Oh, you're awake." His shoes clacked sharply on the floor somewhere behind you, walking your direction. "It would seem that I was too hard on you." He appeared in front of you, holding a cup of tea and snacks. "I imagine that you'll need help again," he said with a wry smile. You had never hated anyone as much as you hated him in that moment. "This is your fault. You did this to me," you thought bitterly, though you didn't dare voice it in your current state.

"Oh, dear, what a scary look," he gasped mockingly, "You better not bite me." He laughed darkly and deeply as he sat you up and held the cup to your lips. It took every ounce of self control you had to swallow the tea, rather than spit it out in his face. Even though your current state is of his doing, he could have left you unconscious and naked down here, which would have almost certainly resulted in you freezing to death. No, you have to play nice in order to get through this. You choked slightly on a large sip of tea, and you accidentally coughed some in his face while trying to clear your throat. "That'll have to be good enough," you thought to yourself.

Tohma simply sighed, looking slightly disgusted. He pulled a handkerchief from his vest pocket and wiped it away. "I'll let it go this one time, and only because of how tired you are," he cautioned ominously, "Don't let it happen again." You nodded, suddenly reminded of just how truly helpless you are in this situation. He returned the handkerchief to his pocket and lifted the cup to your lips again. "Small sips," he said softly, "small sips, pretty girl." He helped you through the cup of tea before offering you a bar of some sort. It looked dry and unappealing, but it was your only option. "What is it?" you asked, hoping to sound more curious than disgusted. "Oh, it's a protein bar."

"Protein bar?"

"Yes. They're good for recovering energy after intense exercise. Do you need help with it?"

"No, I think I can do it."

He just smiled and walked away, returning shortly with more tea. He settled in the chair in front of you, sipping at his own cup of tea. You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, suddenly acutely aware of how cold and how naked you were. You nibbled at the bar, which was neither as dry or disgusting as it looked, and looked for your clothes and belongings, which were nowhere to be seen. "If you're looking for your personal effects, I have them in my room. I've taken the liberty of washing Jin's laundry and returning the paperwork on your behalf," he reported coolly. "My clothes?"

"Folded and dry in my room, as I said."

"H-how long was I... out?"

"About three hours, now. Don't worry, I've kept a close eye on you and kept the other students from coming in here. Wouldn't want them to see you in such a state, hm?"

Three hours. Exactly how long have you been in this freezer?

"Um, what time is it?" you asked, voice soft and meek.

"It's....just before 8 pm," he replied, check his watch. "Do you have somewhere to be?"

You've been down here for over eight hours. You felt sick. "No, I just missed all of my classes, and I had a study group I was supposed to meet right after dinner," you whispered with a small crack. "I'm sure it's fine. I'll tell them I didn't feel well and fell asleep. They'll understand."

"It's going to be obvious that you weren't asleep," he replied, taking a sip from his cup. He was right. Your legs were covered in various bruises and marks, and you could only imagine how your neck looked. He must have bitten and sucked more marks on your legs after you passed out because they peppered both thighs and went all the way to your ankles. You started trembling and breathing harder when you realized that your arms were similarly marked. Tears started trying to well up in your puffy eyes, but you fought them back. "May I ask something, please? Promise you won't get mad?"

"Go on."

"What did you do after I passed out?"

He scoffed into his cup. "I didn't finish, if that's what you're asking."

"You.... didn't?"

"No."

".....Why?"

"You were unconscious. I'm not a monster."

You sat quietly, stunned and confused. He could have just..... but he didn't? None of any part of this made sense. He fucked you like he hated you, seemed to enjoy humiliating you, but then was oddly tender and caring when you wouldn't have expected it. You steeled your nerves, and in a quaking, barely audible voice asked, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Doing what to you?"

"You, um, well...... treated..... me like you hate me, and like you want to humiliate me, but now you're being really caring. And you were very gentle when you saw that I was," your voice cracked on the past tense, "a virgin. I'm so confused." The last sentence was was a breathy sob.

"If I hated you, we wouldn't be having this conversation," he sighed dismissively.

Your blood ran cold and your stomach turned. Was that a threat? Would he have... killed... you?

The question must have been on your face because he heaved a deep sigh. "I don't bed people I dislike. I may have unusual predilections, but I still have standards. High standards, in fact."

"Pre...dilections.....?"

"Yes, predilections" he huffed irritably, "Have you finished the protein bar? You still haven't touched your second cup of tea."

You popped the last corner into your mouth and nodded, bringing a small smile to his lips. "Drink your tea, then."

The two of you sipped your tea in quiet. After a time, he stated that he also had a question. You looked at him and nodded.

"How many firsts?

"Firsts?"

"You were a virgin. How many other firsts?"

You stared down into your nearly empty cup and confessed in a soft voice, "All of them."

"Oh?

"Yeah."

"I wouldn't have expected that. You seem to have quite some talent."

You gave him a quizzical look and relied "Thanks?" before downing the rest of your tea. He gave you an odd smile in return and rose from his chair. "More tea? You haven't had much to eat or drink today." You asked for more, grateful to have something to soothe your sore throat, but also a way of keeping his hands off of you. Or so you thought. He stood in front of you, close enough to feel his breath, and wordlessly cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb softly over it. "I'm very fond of you, y/n. I always have been." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and returned to his chair. Bewildered would be an understatement for how you felt in that moment. You decided to try to hide behind another sip of tea, letting the warmth flow through you.

You sat together in soft silence again, sipping your tea and not talking. He finished his cup first and set it off to the side, settling into observing you as you sipped at the rest of yours. His face was unreadable, and his gaze made your insides squirm. Every time you raised your eyes, his were locked on you, silently evaluating you for something, though you had no idea what.

He broke the silence. "Are you nearly finished with your tea?"

You nodded, dreading what he was going to do next. "Let me take your cup then." You handed it over with shivering hands, though it wasn't clear if it was the cold or the adrenaline pouring into your bloodstream. After setting it aside, he carried you to the chair he had been sitting on and laid you face down across his lap. His hands rubbed over your back, with one traveling down to your exposed buttocks. In one swift movement, he slapped a stinging spanking, drawing a startled cry from you. "That's for not changing your breathing when I told you to." Another sharp slap. Another pained cry. "And that's for worrying me."

His hand lingered after the second impact, massaging the stinging away. His hand then traveled to your slit and slipped his deft fingers between your folds, drawing a new cry when he began a firm massage on your clit. Your legs bucked when he began massaging circles around your nub. "You're already getting wet again." No. That can't be right. He just spanked you like a naughty child, and it was still prickling from the shock. He has to be trying to fool you, right?

That's what you thought, until he glided his fingers inside your aching hole. You startled at the intrusion, but you couldn't stop the moan from escaping. "You want to go again, it seems," he cooed darkly, "But you'll have to wait. You haven't earned it yet" You felt his cock pulse and harden as he fucked you slowly on his fingers, drawing soft moans and hiccuping breaths from your still achy throat. He turned his hand inside you, positioning his thumb so that he could resume massaging your soft spot. You felt your face flush in embarrassment when you felt your juices trickle forward and drip from your mound. Another orgasm was already starting to awaken inside your belly, and you were powerless against it.

His free hand traveled from your back and settled around your throat. Was he going to choke you again? You truly hoped not. The last thing you wanted was to lose consciousness again, but it orgasm you so hard the first time that it made you see stars, so you might not be able to withstand it again. You were beginning to wonder if he could read your thoughts because he released your throat and busied his free hand with loosening his tie and releasing his top few buttons. Not that you were overly focused on much beyond what he was doing to you. His fingers were pumping harder in you and his thumb was merciless. Your legs scrambled, desperately trying to find purchase on the slick floor beneath them. Your hands gripped the chair leg and his ankle, and your entire body was almost vibrating. You were squirming so hard that the free hand that had been wandering pressed on your back to pin you in place. Your breath was coming in rapid pants and moans, and you were right at the precipice when he slowed, bringing you back just enough.

"Ask for it."

"Please!

"Please what?"

"Please let me cum!"

Without a word, he pushed you over the edge. Your vision went dark for only a moment before it exploded in white. Your entire body wracked in spasms emanating from your clenching, dripping pussy. You moaned in tearless mewls and gasps as the electric vibrations powered their way throughout your entire body. He didn't stop, but instead fucked you harder on his fingers, thumb rolling over your throbbing, oversensitive clit, making you buck to try to escape. He wouldn't let you. It wasn't until the pulses subsided and you went somewhat limp did he stop. He slid you off his lap and on to your knees. He held his wet fingers to your lips. "You know what to do."

You sucked his fingers until he popped them from your mouth, smirking at how well you were taking his commands. He unbuttoned his shirt and vest, his fingers still wet with saliva, and cast them onto the counter beside him. With an evil grin, he stood in front of you and removed his lower garments, diamond hard erection tapping slightly off your nose when it sprang free. You sat, paralyzed in shock at having just had a cock bounce off your face. "Well?" Oh, right. You shifted on your knees and took a few timid kitten licks, looking up at him. He smiled down at you and nodded for you to continue. You pressed the flat of your tongue on the base and drew a long line along its length before taking it into your mouth. He sighed, almost soundlessly, and twisted his fingers in your hair, though not as hard as he had.

You worked you head back and forth along the length, trying to not hit your aching throat. You wrapped your hand around the base and worked it in time with your mouth. "That should help keep it from going so deep," you mused. You looked up at him to find that his head was back and his chest muscles were twitching just a bit. You were certain that he was about to finish, so you were trying to prepare yourself for his shot when he suddenly pulled out of your mouth and stood you up. "You can't have it that easy," he growled in your ear. He spun you around and marched you the table and bent you over it. Oh god no.

"Please, Tohma, no! I''ll do anything and everything you want, just please don't do that," you pleaded through desperate sobs.

He grabbed both of your shoulders and stood you up sharply before crushing you against him in a back hug. "I have never, and will never do that," he whispered as his hand dove between your legs, "I will never do that to you. You have my word." He held you in that crushing hug, rubbing his cock against your ass, one hand working your nub and the other pinching at your nipple. You sobbed in relief, until he pinched your nipple hard enough to make you yelp. He huffed against your neck and forced your upper half back down on the table with a dull thump. He pinned you in place by the back of your neck. trailing his slicked fingers over your lip. You sucked on the tips as best you could. "Oh, good girl," he crooned, "I didn't even have to tell you this time." He slipped his erection into your slit, wetting it with your sloppy juices, and you gave a trembling sigh at the sensation.

"Do you want it?"

"Y-yes," you confessed, quiet as a mouse.

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you."

"Yes, I want it."

"Want what? Tell me."

"We're back to humiliation," you thought, knot twisting in your stomach. "Yes, I want you inside me."

"What do you want me inside for? Be specific."

You choked a hard sob back as the tears started to fall. "I-I want you to fuck me. I w-waant your... pen-is... in-side my v-vagina-a." You couldn't hold the sobs in anymore. They punctuated your words in odd ways, but you still managed to say what you thought he wanted to hear. "P-lea-se."

"Such a filthy request. You're turning into quite the whore already," he replied before pushing himself in, once again bottoming out in one stroke. You flinched at that word. He leaned forward over your sobbing form and lifted you backward by your shoulder. "I told you I'm going to ruin you. I'm going to make you my whore, to use for my pleasure however and whenever I want," he whispered thickly into your ear, drawing a slow thrust. A chattering moan. "You will be at my beck and call whenever I want you." Another thrust, harder than the previous, a sharper moan. "You will be mine alone. I forbid you to allow anyone else to touch you." A thrust hard enough to sound skin on skin. You muffled a scream with your hand. "If you disobey me, or allow anyone else to touch you, including the captain, there will be hell to pay." Skin slapping, another muffled scream. "Is that understood?" Two more slaps, two more screams to match.

"Yes," you wailed loudly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I understand." Serveral loud, rapid slaps. Screams to match, no longer muffled.

"You understand what?"

You could barely get the words out, you were crying so hard. "I'm your whore. You use me. No one else." He smiled against your sweat soaked neck, and whispered "Good girl." He thumped you back down on the table, pinning you between the shoulders and fixing and iron grip around your hip. He pumped slower now, though the report of skin of skin still sounded when he snapped his hips. This was a new pain. The constant ache of the stretch and soreness from earlier joined with a sharp stab every time he bottomed out and snapped. Your fingers dug into the edges of the table in front of you as you heaved massive sobs. Due to the pain, you hadn't noticed that he released your shoulders until a loud smack echoed through the icy room as he spanked you again. "Don't you dare damage the table." You nodded, words no longer usable with the depth of your sobs.

He suddenly wrenched you away from the table just enough to be able to slip his hand down in front of you. You had been trying so hard to contain your sounds- no screams, no crying- but this broke you. Your back arched and you made a strangled sound somewhere between a wail and a moan. He huffed a soft laugh, "You really are a whore. I'm going to make you crave be used." He started fucking you harder, still slow, but mercilessly deep with deeper snaps while rubbing his fingers back and forth over your clit. You walls started squeezing and clenching around him as you approached a climax, your back flexing and arching as your toes curled.

Your body was about to betray you again and you sobbed in resentment. You hated yourself. You hated him more for what he was doing, and being So. Damn. Good. at driving you over the edge while being so cruel to you, causing you so much pain and humiliation. You needed him to make you cum, and you knew he was going to make you beg for it first. You couldn't stand the delay this time, "P-please, Tohma, please don't stop fucking me! I need it!" you wailed in wanton lust, in spite of everything you were feeling. He huffed in amusement at your plea, and fucked you over the edge.

Your brain completely shut down when the crash hit you. A coil deep inside you snapped, making you convulse as a catastrophic wave of heat and electricity washed over your being. Your juices ran down your leg and dripped to the floor from the strength of the wave. One pulse after another, ripped out from your cunt, running through every inch of you. You couldn't stop the moans escaping your mouth as you came so hard, driven further by the way Tohma drove his cock in and out, and hit every soft spot with laser precision. You heard a deep groan from behind you before he buried his cock as far in as he physically could. It thobbed inside, pouring shot after shot of cum inside your clenching pussy. He stayed deep in you, breathing faster and holding hard onto your hip until his own orgasm finished.

When he finally pulled out of you, you were going limp against his hand and the table. He propped you a little more on the table and walked away, leaving you shaking and weak with his cum running down your inner thigh. It flowed in a lazy rivulet before dropping off to the floor. It felt like it was nearly a bucket worth. He returned with a towel just in time to catch you before your legs gave out. "It would seem I've worn you out again," he said, tone almost tender. Let me clean you up. I'll take you to my room so you can rest properly while I tidy up down here."

His room. Oh no. If there was one place you didn't want to be, it was in his bedroom. You can buy new things to replace what's in there, but you would rather do the walk of shame home in a blanket than stay in his room. You tried to object, tell him that you didn't want to trouble him, that you've already taken so much of his time, that you need to study and be ready for class in the morning. Every excuse you could come up was deflected with a way that it could be dealt with from his room or with his assistance. The one that made tears threaten to build again was when he told you that you aren't going to class tomorrow with no further explanation or clarification.

He gently wiped both of your mixed fluids away, being especially gentle on your raw heat. "I can help you bathe when we get upstairs. I have a private bathroom, so no one will see you in this state." Small miracles. You had no clue how bad it was, but you were certain you looked horrible. He dressed, looking as proper as ever with not even a hair out of place. He then rolled you up in the blanket, hiding everything but your face and toes. He effortlessly opened the door and started up the hallway to the dorms.

You didn't see anyone on the way until the worst possible run-in happened. Well, second worst. Kaito and Luca were casually walking down the dorm hall toward you. At first it almost seemed as though they wouldn't notice you, being nearly cocooned and all, but then Kaito shrieked.

"Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHY ARE YOU CARRYING HER LIKE THAT? WHY ARE YOU IN THE DORM HALLWAY WITH HER? ARE YOU TAKING HER-"

Tohma cut him off. "She collapsed downstairs, and I'm taking her to my room to recover so I can keep an eye on her. I don't want to return her to her dorm until I'm sure that she will be fine."

"Shouldn't he go to Mortkranken then?" Luca questioned, suspiciously. "If she is unwell enough to collapse, she may need medical care."

"I assure you that I will see that she gets medical care if it becomes unmanageable. With the tension between Frostheim and Mortkranken, I would prefer to minimize interaction as much as possible."

Luca must have noticed your eyes screaming because he said, surprisingly firmly while grabbing Tohma's arm, "Vice-captain, I must insist that we take her for medical care. We can take her to the clinic or Darkwick General if Mortkranken would be a problem."

"I will see to it if necessary, Errant. I do not need your guidance. Now unhand me," Tohma said in a tone icier than Frostheim itself, "Before I report you for insubordination."

Luca glared daggers at Tohma, unwilling to trust his word, but knowing that he couldn't do anything about it without risking Jin's wrath. "Let us know how she is doing. I'm sure that the captain will also be concerned." With that, Luca turned on his heel and strode the other direction, Kaito following him after a loud squeak upon realizing that Luca was leaving without him.

Your hope of getting away walked away with them.

When you arrived at his room, the first thing that you noticed was how clean it smelled, though you couldn't really see much at first. His room had a scent somewhere between citrus and soap. It was actually very calming, despite your current predicament. When the light came on, you saw that his room matched the scent- it was immaculate. Everything neatly sorted into the correct location- books in the shelf, all of his clothing was either in a dresser or the closet. There wasn't even a sock on the floor. No dust. The floor shined. "How does he have time?" you wondered to yourself, "He's always busy with errands, missions, and.... Jin."

Jin.

He will be so angry with you when he finds out. And he will. He always finds out. A shiver of fear ran through you at the thought of his rage. Tohma didn't seem to notice and deposited you on his bed.

"Wait here."

His bed was incredibly comfortable, and the linens were obviously freshly washed. You felt yourself sink into them, relaxed for the first time in.... you didn't know how long. The last time you knew anything about the time, it was eight, but that had to have been hours ago by now. How late had it gotten?

Tohma reappeared and sat beside you in the bed, stroking your hair. "You should sleep a while. I'll make dinner. You need something more than snacks and protein bars."

You couldn't argue if you tried. Your eyes rolled back and you sank into his plushy bed, falling into a dreamless sleep.

You awoke with a start to his voice calling your name softly and a soft stroke to your cheek. For a moment you didn't know where you were, or why Tohma was sitting next to you in a bed. "Wake up, pretty girl, It's time to eat."

It was an incredible spread. Soup, fish, vegetables, fruit over ice cream, and a very large cup of steaming tea. You noticed that he didn't have anything for himself, and so you asked why he wasn't eating. He ate while he was cooking, and ghouls don't need as much food to stay going, he replied matter of factly. You gingerly took a spoonful of the soup, not wanting to forget your manners or betray just how hungry you were. It was delicious. You hummed at him, earning a smile from him. He bade you to eat and rest while he attends to other matters. He left the room and locked the door behind him. You carefully ate to avoid upsetting your stomach, though you were absolutely ravenous. You looked around the room, hoping to glimpse your things so you could call for help, but you didn't see a hint of anything. Your eyes fell on a large mirror across the room, and your stomach lurched.

You knew that you were a mess, and you knew that you would find out sooner or later, but you were terrified to know the extend on the marks and bruises, how puffy your face and eyes were from crying. You decided that you would rather look later, perhaps after a bath so you're at least clean before you see yourself. You nibbled at your remaining dinner, stomach too upset to fully finish. Just as you had decided that you had had enough and leaned away from the tray, Tohma returned. He smiled, observing that you looked in a much better state than you had when he left. "The food has done wonders for you. A balanced diet is critical for good health." You nodded and pressed a thin smile.

He cleared the tray away before pushing you back into the mattress, straddling you and pinning your wrists, though what he did was not even close to what you had feared. He kissed you. A deep, soft, emotion-filled kiss. The kind of kiss that they write songs and poetry about. Then something more unexpected happened- he moaned softly on your lips and released your wrists to cup your cheek and cradle the back of your head. Your hands unknowingly traveled up his powerful arms, coming to rest on his back and the back of his neck. He moaned another deep sound on your lips before teasing them apart with his tongue. He flattened his body on yours and softly rocked his hips against your front.

He pushed the blankets away and delicately parted your thighs before settling between them, rocking into you again. You sighed a shivering breath as he crashed his lips into yours and gripped your leg, wrapping it around his waist. You did the same with your other, locking your ankles behind him and wrapping him in a hug with all of your limbs. You felt the pulse of him getting hard against your heat at he rutted against you slowly. You whined softly into his kiss as he fondled your breast, softly squeezing your nipple. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips and tongue down your neck, landing them softly on your nipple. He kissed and sucked lightly, almost teasing you with little jolts of pleasure that shot straight to your core. He unhooked your ankles from behind him and placed one hand lightly on your inner thigh, drawing a line with feather light fingers to your heat, stopping before reaching it. He simply massaged your inner thigh, just short of your pussy.

He returned to your mouth, pressing another sensual kiss on your puffy lips and lightly swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. You both moaned softly against each other's lips, smiling at the simultaneous sound. "How are you feeling?" he breathed on your lips. You hummed a "much better now" and kissed him again. Why can't he just be like this every time?

He slipped his hand onto your heat, lightly tracing his fingers over your slit, but not slipping between your folds, but rather just lightly petting over your lower lips. You inhaled sharply at the contact and your legs twitched involuntarily, unsure of what will follow. He pressed another deep kiss as he slipped on finger just barely between your folds, just enough to sweep over your clit, already starting to wake up from the way he was kissing you and the teasing touch. "You're getting wet again," he crooned in a teasing tone and slipped a second finger into your folds, massaging your clit with a little more pressure. He broke away from you abruptly and undressed, folding each garment and putting it on his desk before rejoining you in bed, taking his place between your legs.

Rather than his fingers, he used the head of his cock to rub and tease your soft spot. Though he was already fully hard, the skin was much softer and smoother than that of his hand. The soft touch was a welcome change, and you moaned softly in approval. He huffed and increased the pressure, drawing a sharp gasp and a twitch. He smiled that dark smile again before kissing you hard and wetting himself before sinking in.

It was getting easier to take him, but the stretch was still painful, fueled by how raw you were feeling after how much and how many ways he had fucked you since you "won the game." He groaned deeply when he bottomed out and stayed still for a bit. You were beginning to wonder if something was wrong before he started snapping his hips with short thrusts, an arm locked tight around your waist, giving him total control over your hips.

Your fingers curled reflexively when he started moving, resulting in you accidentally scratching his powerful back. "Is that how you want it?" he asked in that unwelcome dark tone. "No, I like this! It was an accident!" "I can't have you scratching me, pretty girl."

Your heart sank. Cruel Tohma was back. He suddenly pulled out of you and stood beside the bed. He ticked his tongue several times, as though scolding you before dragging you from the safety and softness of his bed. Standing behind you, he pushed you toward the mirror and took hold of your neck, forcing you to look at yourself. You were a mess- sweat soaked hair, red face and eyes, marks over most of your visible body. You burst into tears, thinking of how hard it's going to be able to hide any of this, the rumors that will spread, how angry some people will be.

With a powerful arm around your waist, Tohma lifted you to your toes and bent you forward, making you look closer at your face and letting you see his. He didn't look as cruel as he was acting, but the malevolent glint was still in his eyes. Of all things to notice in that moment, you realized that he wasn't wearing his monocle. Did it break when it hit the floor? "Look at yourself in the mirror, not at me. Look at all the faces you make when I'm using you, at how much you love it. I want you to see how much you love being my whore."

A loud whimper leapt from your open mouth as he slipped back into you, amplified when he his hand rounded your hip and shot directly to your throbbing clit, drawing those damnable circles over it, making your walls clench. You tingled all over as he worked you, eyes rolling and back arching. "I told you to look at yourself." You nodded quickly and stared at yourself, seeing how much your face flushes and watching the sweat bead on your forehead. He wanted to humiliate you further, but you had become numb to the sense of shame that you had earlier in the day. You had become numb to all emotion except flashes of anger and waves of detestable desire.

Without warning, he pulled you to a fully standing position and hooked an arm under your leg, making you almost spread eagle in front of the mirror. How he didn't slip out during that maneuver was beyond you, but you didn't have time to think before he carried you closer to the mirror and told you to watch him fuck you. His cock, glistening with your juices, slid in and out of you slowly, sliding out to nearly the full length before bottoming out again. His other arm pressed you tight to his chest as he breathed heavily into your ear. He slightly shifted the arm holding your leg, allowing him to return his focus on your soft spot.

"Keep watching," he whispered darkly, "I want you to watch me make you cum, pretty girl. Watch me ruin you." You nodded with a sharp, chattering moan and watched him work you. You cautiously raised your arm toward his face, pausing to silently ask permission before you ran your fingers through his hair. "Go on, as long as you keep watching." Your hand gripped the back of his head, fingers threaded through his downy soft hair. Your other hand wrapped around the arm holding your to his chest, lacing your fingers between his. A slight sheen had broken over his face as he moaned a deep sound against your neck with a soft kiss.

"You're getting close, aren't you, pretty? You're shaking, and your pussy is getting tighter on me. You like watching it, don't you?" He was panting slowly in your ear. "Tell me."

"Yes, I-I'm v-very close," you gasped shrilly.

"And watching?"

"Ye-s."

"Why?" he asked in a throaty voice, "Why do you like it?"

"Be-cause... I like i-i-it w-w-when," you whined, "when you u-use me?"

"You don't sound very sure."

"I like it when you use me," each word separated by a moan, "I like it when you fuck me."

"Good girl," he replied with a bite on your ear. "So honest. I think I'll reward your honesty. Keep your eyes open and watch."

He pulled you so tight it was practically crushing your chest and tightened his grip around your leg. You could barely move as he dragged long thrusts and teased your soft spot in firm circles, an orgasm slowly brewing hotter and harder in your pussy. You fought yourself to keep your moans quiet, but the pleasure was becoming too heavy to silence. "Keep watching," he moaned, "Don't look away."

"Yes- I'm-looki-ing. Please- don't stop!" you cried, biting your lip to stifle your sounds. He hummed a sound of approval, and you boiled over.

It was a struggle to keep your eyes from rolling back or closing. You watched as your pussy clenched around him as you bubbled over and the waves washed over you. You watched your juice run down your leg as each successive squeeze pushed it out of you. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, though from pleasure or embarrassment wasn't clear to you. You didn't care either way. His thrusts stoked the fires that kept you boiling and the circles he drew shot the electricity that make you shake and your muscles tense and flex like you were lifting all of Darkwick. You moaned his name is short, high shivery sighs and chattered nearly incoherent promises that you're his alone, no one else.

At the last comment, he moaned sharply against your neck and bottomed out. His cock was throbbing inside you, but you were watching as your bodies shook and spasmed together. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, hiding the deep bass of his groans between hot pants. Every inch you could feel twitched and shivered against you, and you could see the well defined muscles in his leg shuddering as he fucked you through both of your orgasms.

After the twitching and spasms subsided, he still held you for a time, face in your neck and arm around you. He loosed his hold on your other leg, letting it gently to the floor, and wrapped his newly free arm around you, pulling you into the most complete back hug you'd ever experienced. You carefully leaned your head towards his, his soft, soap scented hair brushing over your face. It felt as though this moment would last forever, but it was interrupted when you felt your mingled juices flowing down your leg. "Tohma, uhm, I'm... messy," you cooed softly, hoping he would know what you meant. "Right. Let's get you in the bath."

He took you by the hand and led you to the bathroom. He handed you a small cloth, telling you to clean yourself a little before you get in, and began drawing the water. "How hot do you like?" He told him that you usually take very hot baths and showers. He smiled softly and said that very hot water is bad for the skin, but drew it hot enough to steam softly. "How's this?"

It was perfect. He took you by the hands and helped you settle in the water, "Just relax." You settled back and closed your eyes, letting the water work magic on your sore body. The scent of soap tickled your nose, and a soft cloth ran down your neck. It startled you, but his soft voice told you to relax. The cloth rubbed gently over your entire front, with and extra delicate touch over your core, and his soft voice told you to lean forward. One hand supported you while the other washed over your back. "Okay, tip your head back." Tohma gently washed and conditioned your hair, finishing just as the water was beginning to cool. He helped you step out and dried you with the utmost care before leading you back to his room.

"I'm afraid you'll have to borrow some of my pajamas. They'll be big on you, but I don't have anything in your size." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a blue silk set and bade you get dressed while he showered quickly. You dressed and walked to the mirror, preparing to assess how much he had marked your neck. You didn't see earlier because he had his hand over your neck, then you were bent so you couldn't see, and then made you watch him fuck you. You took a deep breath and stepped in front of the mirror and saw.... nothing. Despite all the biting and sucking, there were no marks on your neck.

"Checking for marks?" an amused voice sounded from behind you. You jumped and stammered an embarrassed yes.

"I decided to only mark spaces that can be covered."

".......Why?"

"You're mine. No one else needs to know for it to be true."

"But people are going to notice me coming here... they're going to spread rumors...."

"They won't. I won't allow it. Now, come to bed."

The two of you settled into his plush bed with his crisp linens, and whispered soft good nights. You rolled on your side, facing away from him, only to be pulled tight into being the little spoon. "I'm going to protect you." You hummed softly, nuzzling into his hold with a soft sigh. He kissed the nape of your neck delicately. "You're mine," he whispered against your neck, drawing another hum from you. What he said next nearly stopped your heart-

"But I'm yours, too."

"So... s-so deep," you sighed when he bottomed out again "So g-good."

"Oh?" His voice had an edge to it, but it was more low and breathy than sharp. Your trembling hands rubbed over his very muscled back, feeling them flex and release with every thrust. You were very mindful to not sink your nails in no matter how good he was making you feel, lest you make him change his mind. A light sweat had broken across his alabaster skin, and his breath was hot against your neck. He pressed your leg tighter to your chest and drew a long, achingly slow thrust with an especially sharp snap at the bottom. It made you cry out as another firecracker shot sparks through you.

With a sharp huff, he snapped his hips, driving his cock deep in you, faster and sharper. The sparks were becoming almost constant, and at this rate, it was going to ignite the powder keg he had been pressurizing in your clenching pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched. Your hands trembled and flexed on his back. Your voice was turning hoarse and your throat hurt, but you were panting sharp, high gasps as your tension was reaching the critical point.

He slowed slightly, holding you on the edge, and bit your ear lightly. "Listen to me, and well."

"Mhm."

"Use your words," he rasped.

"Yes."

"Are you going to do as I tell you, without question or complaint?"

"Y-yes," you moaned through brain fog.

"Are you going to be a good girl and take it every way I give it?"

"Yes," you gasped sharply.

"Yes what?"

Unbothered Kings

Tohma: 

You open the door without knocking. Big mistake. “I see,” Tohma says calmly. “I still have much to teach you.”  “I-I’m sorry.” You leave immediately.  For a while there’s only silence.  Then, a quiet laugh escapes from the other side.  “Pfft...What an expression.”   

Alan:

You open the door.  And immediately freeze.  Alan looks up.  For a few seconds, the two of you just stare at each other??? Being half-dressed around Vagastrom is nothing new to him.  But the way you’re looking at him (or more like his abs), is making him feel a little flustered too.  “...You gonna keep staring?”  “No! I wasn’t— or I didn’t mean to—”  You cover your face.  “Sorry!” And escape as quickly as possible. 

Ritsu: 

You open the door. “Oh, MC.” Ritsu glances up at you, then down at himself, evaluating the situation.  “It’s common courtesy to knock.”  You turn quickly.  “Y-you’re right. I’m sorry.”  You grab the handle. “Where are you going? I’m not finished.” HUH??? “I must educate you on the laws regarding trespassing.”  OH. Fabric shuffles as he dresses.  “Entering private spaces without warning can lead to many misunderstandings but there’s also legal implications to consider—”  He pauses. "MC." "Y-Yes?" "Please look at me when I'm talking to you." He waits for you to turn around to continue. "As I was saying..." He doesn’t let you leave till he’s finished. 

Haru:

You open the door. He flinches in surprise. But immediately smiles. “You’re here early.” “S-Sorry.” ... “Gahaha! What’s that look on your face? You gonna watch me change too?”

Visible Blush Damage

Kaito: 

You open the door. “KYAAA!” Before you could process what's happened, Kaito put on his clothes with lightning speed.   “D-Did you see anything? “N-No?”  “Good." He scratches his neck. "J-Just so you know, my bodyisn’t in the best shape right now.”  "...I didn't see anything."

Lucas:

You open the door. “M-MC.”  "Sorry!" You turn around quickly. He also turns away, covering himself.   The tips of his ears are red. “W-What can I help you with?” 

Rui: 

You open the door. He’s genuinely flustered.  “Wait! Wait! Wait! You can’t see me right now! I haven’t worked on my beach body yet!”  "Sorry?" Afterwards... He keeps casually bringing up old surfing photos. "That one was last year." "Don't I look so cool in this one!" "This angle's bad but you get the idea."

Zenji:

You open the door. “Ah— Girl.” He covers himself shyly. Blushing a deep red. “I see you’ve come to see art. But I am not a gallery.”  lol.

Lyca:

You open the door and enter without looking.  “What are you doing here?”  When you see him, you gasp.  “S-Sorry!”  “Whatever. It’s not a big deal." Thankfully, it seems he didn’t take it too seriously.  But afterwards, when he walks out, he’s bright red. His ears tucked back.  “...Let’s go.” 

Mio:

You swing the door open. “Oh.” “Oh.”  Silence.  “I can tell you’re a craftsman.”  Wait. Did you just say that out loud? Mio’s eyes widen. His cheeks blush.  “Thanks?”  You leave immediately.

Reverse Uno

Haku: 

The door opens. You take one step in and you hear a soft awkward laugh. “Haha. Just wait outside. I'll be done soon." Your eyes widen.  “Oh! Sorry!”  You shut the door fast.  Silence. “So...did you enjoy the view?”  “I didn’t see anything.”  You can’t see it, but you know he’s smirking. “Mm. Sure you didn’t”  “Haku…” 

Leo: 

You don’t even have a chance to react.  “Wow.” You freeze.  “I didn’t know the honor roll was such a perv.”  Your soul leaves your body.  “I–I didn’t mean to!”  Leo smirks, completely unbothered.  “You just walked right in. Didn’t even hesitate.” “I thought no one was in here.”  “Mmhm.”  “I swear!”  “Are you dragging this conversation out just to get a few more peeps in?”  You turn and leave with a grunt.  He doesn’t let it go for the rest of the day.  “You knew I was changing in there, didn’t you?” 

Sho:

You swing the door open without thinking. Half-naked Sho blinks at you. Frozen. “Oh– Sorry!”  You flip around and exit immediately.  For a moment there’s only silence.  Then the door opens.  “Senpai.”  You freeze.  Sho leans against the doorframe casually, a few of his buttons left undone. “If you wanted to see me naked, you could’ve just asked.” 

Since You're Here...

Jin: 

You open the door. It’s a mistake you realize immediately. “Don’t you know how to knock?”  “S-Sorry.”  You turn to leave when— “Stop.” You slowly glance back.  Jin takes a seat on his couch, half-dressed, looking amused.  “What are you doing servant? Come here.”  “I—no, I really should–”  “Help me change.”  Your brain stalls.  His lips curl into a smirk.   “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” 

Jiro:

You open the door.  “Hello.”  You gasp.  “S-Sorry. I didn't see you there.” He glances down at himself. "...I don't really mind." He looks at his shirt.  He walks over to you. “Could you help me with these buttons?” 

Ed:

You open the door.  He looks at you like he expected you to be there. “S-Sorry.”  You turn to leave but– “Now, now. Don’t be in such a rush.” He purposefully slips the shirt off his shoulders, showing off his pale skin.  “Help this old man with his clothes, will you?"

Elias: 

You open the door.  You freeze. “Inspector...Are you here for a performance?”  “S-Sorry.” “Oh, I really don’t mind if you stay.”  “N-No thank you.”  He chuckles. “Well…that’s a shame.” 

No Escape

Taiga:

You open the door.  “Brave of you,” Taiga says lazily, “to come in without warning.” Your brain blanks.  “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”  You turn. Open the door.  But he shuts it just as quickly.  You look back to find he's already behind you.  “...Taiga.”  With his hands pressed against the door, he leans in closer.  “You can’t just come in and leave whenever you want. This is my territory.”  Instinctively you step back but there’s nowhere left to go.  “Come on,” his voice drags, “Entertain me, kitty-cat.”  

Towa:

You open the door. His face lights up.  “Towa?!”  “Dandelion~”  “S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in.”  You turn to leave.  “Dandelion!”  You look back to see he’s already lunging at you. You escape out of the room just in time, but you hear rapid footsteps from behind.  He laughs, chasing you with no shirt on and just underwear.  “Why are you running?”  “BECAUSE YOU’RE CHASING ME!” Despite the head-start, he catches up easily.  He hugs you from behind, twirling you around.  “Got you!”  “TOWA!”  

Shion:

You open the door. Shion stands menacingly in the middle of the room.  “S-Sorry.”  You try to leave but– “Vepar.”  You switch places with the cardboard box right next to him.  “Shion–” “You barged in and try to leave? How irresponsible..”  He pulls you closer by the wrist. “I like that look on your face. Show me more of it.” 

Permanent Memory

Subaru: 

The moment the door opens, something moves.  Fast.  You blink.  Was it a mouse? A cockroach? “Subaru? Are you in here?”   You scan the room for the source of the sound.  Finally you look down at the corner. Beneath a desk. Subaru crouching. He covers his chest with the shirt.  "I'm sorry!" he blurts. "I should've put a sign! Or locked the doors! Or-" “Don’t apologize, I’m the one who barged in!" ... And for the rest of the day, Subaru doesn’t stop apologizing. "I'm sorry you had to see that." “I hope your eyes are ok.” 

Yuri:

You open the door. He freezes. Reddens. And nearly collapses.   When you try to help him, he gets even redder.  “You insolent, indecent worm. Leave at once!”  ... Every time your eyes meet after that, he looks away quickly, immediately red. 

Ren: 

“S-S-S-Senpai???”  “S-Sorry. Haru said that–” Before you can utter another word— “GET OUT!”  He pushes you out himself and slams the door.  … He’s in a terrible mood for the rest of the day.

Romeo:

Jin

He’s back out on the patio again.  His back always looks so lonely. You wrap your arms around his waist. “Oi. What are you doing?”  “I’m cold.”  “Then why’d you come out?”  You sigh. “Fine.”  You start to let go, but he grabs your hand and wraps your arms back around him. He takes a long drag before exhaling.  “Whatever. Do what you want.” 

Tohma

Hug.  He keeps brewing his tea. Unfazed.  “Do you not want tea?”  “I want you.”  That makes his hands stop. “It seems that somebody is craving for my attention.”  “Well, are you gonna give it to me, or not?”  He chuckles.  “Now, that’s no way to ask.”  But he turns in your arms and pulls you closer. 

Luca

Hug.  “M-MC? What’s wrong?” “Nothing.”  “Are you hurt?” “No.”  “Are you feeling unwell?” “No.”   “Has something–” “Luca. Do I need a reason to hug you?”  He actually ponders it for a second.  Then carefully wraps his arms around you.  “...No. I guess not.” 

Kaito

Hug. “Kyaaa. Wh–What is happening?” “Just felt like it.” He grips the counter in front of him to keep from passing out.  His thoughts are rampant: OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! She’s soooo cute. She smells so nice. But I can’t say that. She’ll think I’m a creep and she’ll never hug me again!! Act normal! Act normal! So just the words, “Umm. ok,” come out.

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Alan

Hug.  He becomes as stiff as a board. His hands up in the air like he’s been caught by the police.  “What are you doing?”  “Ever heard of a hug?”  “Yeah but–” “You’re doing it wrong.”  You flip him around and guide his arms to wrap around you.  “There.”  It takes him a few more seconds to relax.  “...Isn’t this nice?”  “...Yeah.”

Leo

Hug.  “Huh? What are you doing?”  “Hugging.”  He tries to push you away but you hold on.  “Did you lose a bet? Is there a camera here?”  “Don’t worry. I’m not you.”  He gives up (not that he was trying his best anyway). “Can we at least do this on the couch? My legs are tired.” (sure Leo) 

Sho

Hug.  “Senpai, I can’t work like this.”  But you don’t let go.  “Or maybe that’s what you want?”  He takes your silence as a yes.  “If you wanted my attention, you could’ve just asked.”  “Just…hug me.”  He laughs a little before turning around and holding you tight. 

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Haru

In the midst of feeding peekaboo... You hug him from behind.  “What is this?”  “A hug.”  “Gahaha! Let me finish and I’ll give you a proper one.” After a few minutes, he sets the bottle down and gives you a nice bear hug.

Towa

Usually, he's the one to hug you first. But you catch him off guard and... Hug. That gets him excited. “Dandelion!” He immediately turns the back-hug into a piggy-back ride.  He takes you to his favorite tree and snuggles with you there. 

Ren

Hug.  He immediately panics. “S-S-Senpai, what are you doing?!”  “Hugging.”  He tries to rip you off. But you’re just too strong.  “Ever heard of personal space?”  “Your space is my space.”  “Ugh. Gross.”  But slowly, he turns and wraps his arms around you.

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Taiga

Hug.  He smirks. “You wanna play again, Kitty-cat?”  You sigh.  “No. Just a hug.”  Surprisingly, he becomes obedient.  And just lets you hold him wherever he goes, whatever he's doing.

Romeo

Hug.  “BB, what do you want this time?”  “A hug.”  “Can’t you see I’m working? I don’t have time for this.” “And yet, you’re not pulling away,” you mumble. “HUH? What did you say?”  “Nothing.” “Tch...I should charge you for every second.”

Ritsu

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If someone asked you to describe yourself, "quiet" would probably be an understatement.

You weren't just quiet.

You were silent.

Painfully, hopelessly silent.

Not because you didn't want to talk.

Not because you disliked people.

You simply... couldn't.

Words always got stuck somewhere between your brain and your mouth.

You'd think of something to say.

A greeting.

A joke.

A question.

Then suddenly you'd become aware of yourself.

Aware of the people around you. Aware of how your voice sounded. Aware of every possible thing that could go wrong.

And just like that, the words would disappear.

Most conversations ended with you nodding.

Shaking your head.

Pointing.

Or making small sounds that somehow communicated your thoughts better than actual sentences.

"Hm..."

"Mhm."

"Mm~!"

Those became your primary language.

It wasn't uncommon for people to completely misunderstand you.

Some assumed you disliked them.

Others thought you were rude.

A few simply gave up trying to talk to you altogether.

Tohma Ishibashi wasn't one of those people.

Which was unfortunate.

Because it made you like him.

A lot.

The problem with liking Tohma was that he was easy to like.

He was responsible.

Reliable.

Patient.

The kind of person who always seemed willing to help.

Even when he was exhausted. Even when Frostheim was falling apart around him. Even when Jin had undoubtedly dumped another mountain of work onto his desk.

Tohma still smiled. Still listened. Still made time for people.

Including you.

Especially you.

You weren't entirely sure when it started.

Maybe it was when he stopped waiting for verbal responses. Maybe it was when he learned how to interpret your gestures. Maybe it was when he started naturally filling silences instead of forcing you to break them.

Whatever the reason, talking to him became easier than talking to anyone else.

Not easy.

Just easier.

Which was how you found yourself sitting in Frostheim's common room one evening while Tohma worked through paperwork.

The room was quiet.

Comfortable.

The kind of silence that didn't make you nervous.

You sat nearby reading while Tohma reviewed reports.

Occasionally he'd sigh.

Occasionally you'd glance up.

That was enough conversation for you.

At least usually.

Tonight was different.

Because after nearly twenty minutes of silence, you found yourself wanting to say something.

A dangerous thought.

An incredibly dangerous thought.

You immediately ignored it.

Then thought about it again.

Then ignored it again.

Then thought about it a third time.

Tohma looked tired.

Very tired.

The kind of tired he always pretended not to be.

You wanted to tell him to take a break.

Simple.

Easy.

Normal.

Unfortunately, speaking was involved.

You stared at your book.

The words blurred together.

Your heart began beating faster.

Maybe you shouldn't.

Maybe it wasn't important.

Maybe—

"You okay?"

You nearly jumped.

Tohma looked up from his paperwork.

Concern immediately appearing on his face.

You nodded.

Too quickly.

He raised an eyebrow.

"...You sure?"

Another nod.

A pause.

Then—

"...Mm."

The brilliant response of a genius. Good job!

Tohma smiled slightly.

Apparently understanding exactly what that meant.

"Got it."

You relaxed.

Crisis avoided.

No speaking required.

Perfect.

Except...

A few minutes later, you found yourself glancing at him again.

Then again.

Then again.

The dark circles under his eyes seemed more noticeable tonight.

The stack of paperwork wasn't getting any smaller.

You frowned.

Tohma sighed for what felt like the hundredth time.

And suddenly the words escaped before you could stop them.

"...B-break."

The room froze.

Well.

You froze.

Tohma blinked.

Then looked around.

Then looked back at you.

"...Was that you?"

Immediately, regret.

Immediate.

Catastrophic.

Soul-crushing regret.

You buried your face in your book.

Maybe if you ignored reality, reality would disappear.

Unfortunately, Tohma laughed softly.

Not mean.

Not teasing.

Just surprised.

"You talked."

The book rose higher.

You considered dying.

It seemed easier.

Tohma's smile widened slightly.

"You know, I was starting to think I'd imagined your voice."

The sound that escaped you was somewhere between a squeak and a groan.

A truly impressive accomplishment. Well done! Well done!

"I didn't."

You lowered the book slightly.

Tohma looked amused.

"I really didn't."

Your face immediately heated.

Because that was another sentence.

A whole sentence.

An actual sentence.

You wanted the floor to swallow you.

Instead, Tohma leaned back in his chair.

Looking strangely pleased.

"What was that about taking a break?"

Your heart nearly exploded.

Because now you had to repeat yourself.

The worst possible outcome.

You stared at him.

Tohma stared back.

Patiently waiting.

You looked away first.

"Uh...need… break."

The words came out barely above a whisper.

Tiny.

Fragile.

So quiet they almost disappeared.

Yet somehow Tohma heard them.

His expression softened immediately.

"Aww."

You immediately covered your face.

No.

No.

Absolutely not.

Not the soft look.

Not the fond look.

Anything but that.

"You were worried about me?"

You made a distressed noise.

Which was answer enough.

Tohma laughed.

And for some reason, that only made your face hotter.

After that, things changed.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

The way snow melts at the end of winter.

Almost too gradual to notice.

But noticeable nonetheless.

You started talking more when you were alone with him.

Not much.

A word here.

A sentence there.

Tiny little whispers that barely existed.

The kind that required complete silence to hear. The kind that forced Tohma to lean closer whenever you spoke.

Which became a problem.

Because Tohma quickly realized something.

Your voice was incredibly quiet.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

One evening, the two of you were organizing documents together when Tohma asked where a missing report had gone.

You knew exactly where it was.

The answer should have been easy.

Instead—

"...third drawer."

"What?"

Your face immediately heated.

Tohma leaned slightly closer.

"Sorry?"

"...Third drawer."

Still too quiet.

You wanted to cry.

Tohma blinked.

Then leaned even closer.

Close enough that you could see the individual strands of his hair.

Close enough that your brain stopped functioning.

"One more time?"

Your soul left your body.

"...T-Third drawer."

The words barely escaped.

A whisper.

Nothing more.

Tohma's eyes widened slightly.

"Oh."

You looked away immediately.

Because he had heard it.

He definitely heard it.

And now you wanted to launch yourself into the nearest wall.

But then something unexpected happened.

Tohma smiled.

Not amused.

Not teasing.

Just... happy.

Like hearing your voice was something precious.

Something worth paying attention to.

"Thank you."

Your heart betrayed you immediately.

Because of course it did.

Over time, it became routine.

You only really spoke around him.

Only really tried around him.

And Tohma never rushed you.

Never pressured you.

Never acted frustrated when it took you five minutes to say something that should have taken five seconds.

He simply waited.

Every. Single. Time.

One winter evening, while the two of you sat together in Frostheim after everyone else had gone to bed, you found yourself talking more than usual.

Tiny whispers.

Short sentences.

But still talking.

Tohma listened attentively to every single word.

As though each one mattered. As though they weren't ordinary thoughts. As though they were something special.

The realization made your chest feel warm.

"...Tohma?"

"Hm?"

You hesitated.

Immediately wanting to take it back.

But Tohma waited.

Patient as always.

"...Thank you."

The whisper was so quiet it barely existed.

Yet Tohma heard it.

Of course he did.

He always did.

"For what?"

You looked down at your hands.

Fidgeting nervously.

Searching for the words.

"...Listening."

The silence that followed felt different.

Softer.

Warmer.

When you finally looked up, Tohma was staring at you.

Not with surprise.

Not with amusement.

Just affection.

The kind that made your heart stumble.

The kind that made it impossible to look away.

"You know," he said quietly, "I like hearing your voice."

Your entire body froze.

Tohma laughed softly.

Because apparently your reactions were becoming predictable.

"It's true."

You made a tiny distressed sound.

His smile widened.

"You always look so proud of yourself afterward."

You immediately hid your face.

Mortified.

Completely mortified.

Because the worst part?

He was right.

Every time you managed to get the words out, there was a small part of you that felt accomplished.

Victorious.

Like you'd climbed a mountain.

And somehow, Tohma had noticed.

Of course he had.

Tohma noticed everything.

The silence stretched comfortably between you.

Neither of you felt the need to fill it.

Eventually, you lowered your hands just enough to peek at him.

Only to discover he was still smiling.

Softly.

Warmly.

Patiently.

Waiting.

Just like always.

And for perhaps the first time in your life, speaking didn't feel quite so frightening.

At least not when it was him listening.

Just this once…

And then the next time.

And the time after that.

Until one day, without even realizing it, you'd stopped whispering quite so much whenever the vice-captain was near.

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Hotarubi

Subaru: he reads as the subbiest sub that ever subbed, or VERY Dom, just hides it (usually). I think he's on the Dom side- a pleasure/soft Dom who greatly enjoys making you twitch and scream, sometimes for hours. He might be willing to go a little into the hard Dom area if that's what his partner wants, but it's not his scene if he is choosing. Either way, he’s gonna be hella possessive.

Haku: switch with a Dom lean. He likes tossing you in bed and pinning you down as he has his way with you, but he is almost as happy when you toss and pin him. Be ready for him to break out some sort of hand cuffs and a blindfold!

Zenji: super vanilla in everything aside from a praise kink. He's by no means boring though- he'll sing your praises and whisper sweet things in your ear as he makes love to you in the most sensual ways you can imagine.

Frostheim

Jin: definitely a hard Dom with a pinch of sadist. It's clear that he's more than willing and able to hurt people if it gets him what he wants. He also obviously doesn’t mind degrading those around him. That sort of thing bleeds into the bedroom whether you want it or not.

Tohma: sadist. Fully. That monocle and gloves aren't fooling anyone, sir. He could also tame just about any brat, whether the like it or not.

Kaito: honestly, he looks too much like literally every boy I went to junior high with for me to be able to look at him through that lens. Sorry if you’re a Kaito fan, but I can’t.

Luca: while he seems to have cleared the legal adult line, he still strikes me as too young to really assess, but I'm detecting vanilla, maybe a little role playing.

Vagastrom

Alan: solid soft Dom energy (look at the people he keeps under control with just a side eye!), but he is so afraid of accidentally hurting his partner that he assumes the sub position for safety. He could be a brat tamer because, again, look at the crowd he keeps under control with a side eye and a clearing of the throat.

Sho: brat tamer energy (have you met his best friend?), but I’m mostly getting vanilla. He might bring food into the bedroom, but I just can’t see handcuffs or paddles in his weapons of choice. I could see costumes and role playing in his repertoire.

Leo: Do we need to discuss this? He’s such a brat that even Tohma would get annoyed trying to tame him. Pissing you off is an aphrodisiac to him, so here’s hoping you have a lot of patience!

Sinostra

Romeo: This might be an unpopular opinion, but I’m getting pillow princess vibes. He’ll let you take control, but you better treat him like royalty and don’t you dare do something that might damage his skin!

Taiga: he doesn’t care who’s in charge, as long as it’s rough. If there aren’t bite marks, bruises, and a broken bed frame, he’s not done yet.

Ritsu: I have a lot of trouble seeing him in that way, tbh. He would do VERY well in the kink community because he would insist on having all rules and expectations completely clear before he even unties his shoes, but I have trouble seeing him past that. Maybe dom leaning because he can make sure that the “contract” doesn’t get broken?

Mortkranken

Yuri: Another pillow princess. He might be a high maintenance control freak in most areas, and he’s high maintenance in bed while expecting you to take control and get it right.

Jiro: I can’t call him vanilla because he’s too interested in trying literally everything he can think of, but he doesn’t give dom/sub energy. I’d place him as just accidentally kinky as hell because you can’t say what you think about something until you’ve tried it at least once.

Jabberwock

Haru: I’m gonna place him as dom. He’s too used to having to run literally everything to let go, even in the bedroom. He might loosen the reigns a little, but he’s too worried about things falling apart if he doesn’t keep a hold on things.

Towa: I’d say vanilla dynamics overall, but he’s possessive as hell. I could picture him with a cnc kink, but I think he’d struggle with the first c, simply because he wants you when he wants you. We’ve all seen how he reacts to not getting what he wants.

Ren: The tsundere personality is throwing me for a loop, in all honesty. I think his partner would have to initiate most of the time, but what he would do after the ball is rolling is a mystery to me.

Dionysia

Jo: The ultimate switch. Male presenting tonight? Ok. Female presenting? You got it. Needing a soft touch? A spanking? Anything you have in mind, he’s got you.

Mio: I’d say sub leaning, partially because he’s tired after long hours in the shop, but also wrangling Shion has worn out his interest in being in charge once you’re alone. He won’t be lazy or boring, but this man wants to be told what to do instead of doing all the telling. He’ll definitely have custom gadgets for your mutual enjoyment.

Elias: A sadist masquerading as a soft dom. He won’t hurt you or degrade you, but by the time he’s done with all the teasing and pleasing you’d prefer he called you a whore and spanked a bruise onto you.

Shion: Does anyone really need to guess where he falls? He’s at the dangerous end of sadist that might put people in the hospital (or worse) because he gets too carried away with his “fun.”

Obscuary

Edward: In his day, before he got tired and seemingly bored with everything, I could see him as a general ho. Not dom, sub, or vanilla, but taking whatever he can get whenever and however he can get it. Don’t confuse that for desperation- He’s just a ho living his best unlife.

Rui: Soft dom. He wants to worship you and make you tremble. He’s gonna tie you up with silk restrains and spoil you until dawn.

Lyca: he doesn’t have enough experience to have a lean, but he is going to treat consent with the utmost respect. Tell him what you want or don’t, and he will treat it as divine law. I can’t see him taking a dom or sub side because he’s too rigid with “the rules.”

𝐉𝐢𝐧, 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬

They like older women because mommy issues.

Jin, because I feel like he hasn't been in a serious relationship for so long. He's more into hookups or casual dating because so much shit happened around him. So he'd prefer older women with more experience, so they know how to define the relationship. Also because he doesn't want to lead someone on.

I believe his preferences aren't that solidified yet because he hasn't explored that much. But maybe someone elegant? Sensitive? Someone with high emotional intelligence? I feel like he'd prefer someone nurturing.

Elias, same as Jin, doesn't want to lead people on, especially innocent young women. So his ideal type is older women. Also, I feel like he'd be very into feisty women, the independent type that takes nobody's bullshit. The type that would definitely slap him across the face and call out his lies all the time. He's into that shit, okay? Lecture him too if you want. Cute or sexy doesn't matter. As long as you dare to bite him, he'd love it.

𝐓𝐨𝐡𝐦𝐚

Elegant older women

Just because he tends to date older women and it suddenly became a pattern, so he stuck with it. He prefers someone who can understand him without needing him to share much. But he also likes someone who communicates well with him because Tohma's work makes him run back and forth with mind games. He's tired of it.

So he'd prefer someone blunt and straightforward enough to voice their thoughts to him all the time. He also likes a yapper. Seeing your enthusiasm while talking about your day while he listens carefully is very amusing to him. He also loves people with curious minds and those willing to spend time getting to know his hobbies. Quality time is secretly his love language.

𝐉𝐨

Leans more toward older women.

As for vibes, he's diverse. He likes someone, then he likes someone. Though I feel like he'd want someone who can match his sense of fashion and aesthetics, someone willing to explore and find out more about themselves. He'd be more than happy to help.

He also likes someone he can share burdens with when he's tired. He tends to keep things to himself, so he'd like someone sensitive enough to ease his exhaustion.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬, 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨

They'd like someone around their age.

Kaito

Because he's insecure. Someone with much more experience makes him feel like he might disappoint them, or he's afraid of being compared to their ex-partners. Someone younger than him? He's afraid he might mess up their experience because he doesn't have much experience himself. This boy overthinks everything.

His ideal type is someone who can share his sense of humor. Someone who enjoys his baking or learns to bake with him. He also likes someone who praises him a lot because he loves words of affirmation. Give him more love hehehhehehe.

He also likes clingy types because he himself is very clingy hehehehehe.

Lucas

His ideal type is hard to describe. But I'd say he wants someone with as much of a sense of justice as he has. He wants someone decisive and secure in themselves. Confidence and bravery are what he looks for.

Since Lucas is the type who tries his best to keep his word, his ideal partner should be like that too. Keep their word. Be transparent and honest with him because since he can do that, he expects you to do the same.

But I think deep down, Lucas wants someone who can anchor him because y'all know how reckless he can be sometimes. Most of the time, Kaito is the one who snaps some sense into him. I believe that added one more thing to Lucas's list haha.

𝐋𝐞𝐨, 𝐒𝐡𝐨

I feel like neither of them would date anyone younger than them. They have lots of experience and choose to stick with people around their age or older.

Leo

His ideal type is someone who would never judge him or doubt his judgment. You don't have to agree with or support everything he does, but DON'T ever doubt him. He hates that in a relationship.

He also doesn't like being told what to do, so he'd definitely want someone who knows how to smooth out all his rough edges. He wants someone patient and reliable enough for him to open up. Be gentle with him.

But you also have to match his foul mouth. The more you talk back to him, the more turned on he gets. He also likes when you can keep up with new trends, even before him. He's very into smart girls too, so add that to the list. Doesn't matter if you're book smart or street smart. Smart is enough.

Sho

I just feel like he'd love someone who openly relies on him a bit, and someone who isn't ashamed of PDA. He's pretty secure about himself, so he expects you to be the same.

His ideal type is someone who notices his efforts and gives him praise for them. I also think Sho prefers someone independent, but ONLY relies on him ehehehehehheheh. That strokes his ego just right.

He prefers someone mature enough to give him space when he needs some, but also lean on him when they need a shoulder to cry on. Perfect balance, eh?

𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮

Imagine bro has a 50 page document on his ideal type and it keeps getting thicker every day.

No preference about age, but he'd never date anyone too young or too old for him.

I feel like he's the type who wants someone who trusts him and stands by his side when he needs them. Support and encourage him too.

Somehow, he'd want someone nurturing enough to understand his soft side, but he also likes someone independent and secure enough to call him out.

In conclusion, he loves successful women. Be successful. Be mighty. Be sharp and outsmart him!!

I can also see him secretly loving it when you tease the hell out of him. Ehehehhehehehhe.

𝐑𝐞𝐧

No specific preference, but he'd want someone who understands his humor. Someone who spends time playing games and watching movies with him to 2AM.

Ren actually likes cuddling more than most things, so he'd want someone who likes physical touch, BUT not too clingy and not into PDA. His ideal type is someone who knows how to set boundaries and voice out their thoughts in a gentle and understanding way.

He doesn't like when people avoid each other or give each other the silent treatment. He HATES mind game and people that play hard to guess.

I also think Ren would prefer someone who knows how to take care of others and themselves. Especially if you're older than him, his senior for example, take care of him a bit and he'd already fall for you a little hehehehehehe.

He likes someone confident and reassuring because he finds himself lacking in that aspect, so he'd want someone who can fill that gap for him.

I also feel like his ideal type would be someone who understands social cues and socializes well. Because then he won't have to do that... He'd thank Universe everyday if he managed to bag someone like that.

𝐋𝐲𝐜𝐚

Can I say he's giving Taylor Swift teen-pop phase?

I feel like his ideal type is like some teen love story. He'd like to go on picnics with you, kiss you under the rain by the sidewalk, give you piggyback rides etc. He's such a lover boy, so he'd want a lover girl for himself.

He'd like someone who communicates well too because he's not used to human etiquette. Same as Ren, he likes someone who can take care of others, but combined with Sho's ideal type, he also wants that person to lean on him a bit.

He loves the feeling of being trusted, so he'd want someone reassuring who makes him feel safe.

At the top of his ideal type list: MUST love animals and nature.

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐮, 𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐮, 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢

I don't think these three have any specific preference when it comes to age. You can be younger, older or the same age as them. I think they lean more toward how you carry yourself.

Subaru

He'd definitely want someone who can understand his hardships and his interests too. BUT most importantly, you'd have to be patient because he's not the easiest person to open up. He also prefers someone who can be honest and transparent with him.

Same as Jin, he prefers someone nurturing, but with more fire. I feel like Subaru is elegant enough himself, so he'd want someone who breaks out of that delicate chain. Someone who stands proudly and independently. It reminds him of what he can't find in himself.

Someone who lives freely and wildly.

Haku

Oh, can I say he prefers women who are a bit traditional? Not housewife traditional or anything, but more like someone who nurtures and preserves what they believe in.

Someone who can stand side by side with him and make him feel reassured that no matter what he does, he always has somewhere to return to and someone to lean on.

I must say, his type is complicated. He likes the traditional aesthetic, but he likes it even more when you talk back to him, when you're secure in yourself and very independent.

Like Ritsu, he loves successful women. More specifically, his ideal type of woman is a leader! Boss him around if you want eheh he's into that sht. 

Zenji

Oh, oh, he'd definitely love someone who shares his enthusiasm for art and brings it to others. He's nurturing himself, so he'd want someone who is nurturing too and spreads as much love as he does.

I'd say his ideal partner is someone who is passionate about what they love and would never give up no matter the circumstances. He likes someone resilient with a strong mind.

He's good with sensitive souls, so he'd want his partner to be sensitive too. Either lean on him or let him lean on them.

Also, I feel like Zenji would want to start a family someday, so his ideal type would be someone who shares the same values and interests as him.

𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚, 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨

Taiga

Bro has no preferences. I'm joking... kind of.

But seriously, I don't think he has an "ideal type" when it comes to dating. I don't even think he does dating, y'all. But let's just say, in case he does...

He doesn't necessarily like someone who resembles him or anything. But same as Elias, he likes someone feisty who takes no bullshit from anyone. He loves someone who can call out cap and bullshit.

Also, break the rules!! Be free!!!

And he'd definitely like it when you're a bit freaky because he's a freak himself. Be yourself, kitty, and he'd love you regardless of who you are.

Romeo

Must have a high sense of fashion and have dignity and pride in themselves. Being secure and confident is a must, must have.

He also likes someone elegant and seductive, especially when they're captivating. He loves it when he can shower his partner with all kinds of luxury and expensive gifts.

He loves showing off his partner, so his ideal type is someone high-maintenance too. Standing next to you makes him feel way more confident than usual.

Definitely into intelligent types because he loves it when you can challenge him, especially if you outsmart him in business negotiations 😉 He'd love a woman who knows how to talk business.

𝐑𝐮𝐢

Hmmm, more difficult than I thought.

He'd want someone who can see through his insecurities and jealousy sometimes because he finds himself checking off many things in his head. He can't really help it.

So he'd want someone transparent, sensitive, and patient enough to guide him through his mental warfare.

His ideal type is someone who can flirt back with him just as much as he flirts with them. He especially likes it when they can make him flustered.

He also likes when you depend on him and lean on him. But at the same time, you're secure in yourself. He likes someone who shines brightly enough that he can't take his eyes off them.

𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐢, 𝐉𝐢𝐫𝐨

Yuri

Older women. Smart and intelligent. Someone who understands his geeky and nerdy side.

Yes, his ideal type is someone who would support him in his work no matter what. Someone who never doubts his actions and judgment.

He also loves praise, so words of affirmation are a must.

He'd like someone smart enough to understand his line of work. Yeah, he prefers academic weapon girls because he's an academic weapon too.

He also secretly loves it when you know how to tease him and push his buttons, even if he doesn't admit it out loud.

He's an achievement oriented person, and he expects his partner to be the same.

I'd say his standards are high as hell!

Jiro

No particular preferences... yet.

He's blunt and has a curious mind. His ideal type is someone who can match his energy. Curiosity and honesty are must haves when looking for a partner.

But I also feel like Jiro would want a partner who's a bit shy around him because he enjoys teasing them a little.

He loves people who yap constantly because he's usually the quiet one. Whether he listens or not, he'd always find it amusing when someone talks to him all the time.

(He remembers everything.)

𝐌𝐢𝐨

Hmmm. Since Mio has lots of siblings, his ideal type would be someone who's good with kids and also independent.

He needs space for himself too, so he'd want someone mature and understanding. But he also likes someone who leans on him sometimes.

So, a family oriented woman, but not in the traditional way y'all are thinking. More like both of you becoming the pillars of the household together. Knowing what to do, knowing how to lean on each other, but also staying independent in your own ways.

He finds confident people really attractive, so his ideal type just has to be confident and secure in themselves.

He also likes when the other person can be straightforward because he can be shy sometimes.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧

His ideal type? You, his wife, obviously. Duh?

Let's be serious.

His ideal type is someone who can match his freak, or at least someone who can understand his freaky, silly side and not get scared by it.

He'd want someone who knows how to pamper him and talk him through things too. He wants someone gentle and patient with him.

But if you're a freak just like him, then congratulations. Even death won't part you two.

𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐚

My ideal type? You, Dandelion!

Honestly, I can find no other answer for Towa. But I'd say his ideal type is someone who never questions his actions.

Why does he do that? Why didn't he say anything?

He likes someone who tries to understand his world, his perspective, and respects him because of that. He'd also want someone who loves nature like he does.

Both Towa and Shion's ideal type is someone who only has eyes for them.

They don't like it when your attention is divided.

You're supposed to be theirs, right?

𝐄𝐝

I think his type is also very diverse, like Jo's, but he leans more toward knowledge and philosophy.

He loves people with curious minds and those who dare to take risks, the kind of people who have the courage to dive headfirst into the abyss of the unknown. I'd say living for so long has kind of dulled his edge a bit.

He needs someone to spice up his life, so yeah, he'd be into someone adventurous. Someone who embraces their uniqueness and quirks instead of trying to mold themselves into something they're not.

He'd probably find people who challenge his perspective fascinating. Someone who enjoys discussing ideas with him for hours, questioning things, and looking at the world from different angles. Not necessarily someone who always agrees with him, but someone who's willing to walk beside him into unfamiliar territory and discover things together.

I also feel like he'd appreciate someone who's comfortable with being themselves. Someone authentic, someone who doesn't chase expectations or try to fit neatly into boxes. He'd rather have someone strange, passionate, and genuinely alive than someone who's trying too hard to be perfect.

And after living so long, I don't think he's looking for excitement for the sake of excitement anymore. I think he'd treasure someone who can remind him that life still has endless things to discover. Someone who makes him curious again.

✦ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✦