#yn is an assassin

“fancy meeting you here.”

your voice was like a caress, soft and gentle, in sharp contrast to the cool metal biting at the skin of his throat. oikawa could feel the length of your body pressed against his back, was acutely aware of the steady rise and fall of your chest. feigning calm, he adjusted the lapels of his suit.

“not so surprising considering you’ve been waiting for me to come out here since the ball started,” he drawled, the slight bobbing of his throat as he spoke causing the blade to cut into his skin. a thin line of blood smeared the edge of the dagger, a slow trickle rolling down his throat, staining the collar of his white shirt.

“i knew you’d come,” you breathed, your lips soft where they brushed against the shell of his ear.

“how’d you work that one out?” he teased, lips quirking upwards in a smirk, his hand reaching backwards to stroke gently down your outer thigh.

“you like a bit of danger,” you stated simply, teeth catching on his ear lobe and tugging gently. oikawa drew in a sharp breath, swallowing slightly, all his senses narrowing to that single point. the feel of your lips on his skin was almost enough for him to forget about the blade at his throat.

“do i?” he questioned, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, the sudden contact making you falter slightly. with one swift movement, he rolled your arm downward, pinning it to his chest. “because i think it’s you who likes a little danger.”