#tw.darkcontent

You’ve ran a safe distance away from what looks to be a female demon with a belt so strong it almost looks like it vaporizes people in an instant. With a tight grip on your cloth bag of food, you’re desperately trying to weave in and out of the sea of people running every direction. Your home is just around this corner, away from the denser areas of the village. You just have to get there, you’re five minutes away tops.. right? You’re stricken with fear as you make the blatant observation that you’re nearing closer and closer to another demon. He’s emaciated looking with matted black and green hair, his hip bones protruding in an obscure manner. Even at your distance from him, he reeks to the high heavens, and bears bloody sickles that could easily glide through your body with no issue. You freeze in place for a moment, eyes widening in terror as you realize he’s moving towards you, decimating the crowd that once blanketed you to hide between. One by one, people around you drop, blood speckling your face and drenching your ankles.

You shift your feet to begin running away but your reflexes aren’t up to par at all, especially not compared to this malevolent spirit. There’s bodies that have piled around you that make it hard to maneuver around; but if you don’t get out of there fast, you might be the only target left to slaughter. Your legs feel an aching burn as your body pushes itself beyond its limits desperately trying to flee from this blood thirsty monster. It’s just your luck, as your heel digs into a corpse, causing you to trip and fall hard on the stone walkway. Your vision darkens momentarily before coming to, palms grinding into the stone attempting to pick yourself back up before ultimately being pushed back down with what feels like a foot to your back.

Your head rises, indecisive palms scrambling to either pick yourself up or drag you to temporary shelter. Once again, a force strikes you back down. You cock your head in an attempt to look back, but you’re met with the taunting tip of a weapon, more specifically, his sickle. He drags the weapon lightly across the back of your neck, pressing it in ever so slightly to draw blood. Just my luck, just my luck... with gritted teeth, the words repeat in your head as your last sermon. A large hand grips your scalp, almost engulfing your entire head, lifting up and forcing you to observe the fresh massacre in front of you. A warm, wet sensation pricks at your neck as he laps up the blood that lightly trickled down your neck. A shiver sparks up your spine, you instinctively bite your lip to curb the oncoming shriek would escape your lips. You resist giving him what he wants but he can very much feel you trembling in terror.

His light laughter bellows into a high pitched cackle as he lightly mounts you, sharp nails burrowing into your scalp.

“Take a good look around. You’re the only one left alive! That has to feel special, right?”

“Please...” you sob

“Please? Please what? Spare you?” He taunts with a shrill giggle; but a sinister thought, something he’s never quite tried before, possesses his mind, lips now hovering over shell of your ear “You know, I think I’ll hold onto that thought but first... I’ve never really gotten the chance to even be this close to such a pretty thing like you. At least, not in this way... All those years wandering the entertainment district with my sister... it gets tiring not being able to touch let alone look in such a woman’s direction.”

He rises to his feet, dragging you by the scalp to an all too convenient alleyway in between buildings that have yet to crumble. He slams your head back against the wall, earning a choked sob of pain from you as you’re confined between the wall and his skeletal hips. Tears that run hot down your face are now faintly wiped away by the callouses of his thumbs.

“Awwwh, don’t look so glum. I normally hate it when humans cry but I think you’ve won quite a lottery today, miss.” He coos, lightly pressing his groin against you.

He’s deceptively soft to you for the moment but it doesn’t last long when long bony fingers begin pinching and prodding at your cheek, forcing your mouth open for their entry as they snake their way past your teeth and glide along your tongue. You recoil and gag on the taste of his fingers alone, swatting his hand away.

“Gyutarooooo!! Come on, let’s get out of here!” A shrill female voice calls out.

There’s a shred of hope in you that maybe help is just around the corner, “Help!! Help me please! This... thing is gonna kill me!”

There’s a moment of pause between her reply and yours, “That better be your last victim or I’m leaving without you, brother.” The voice groans as you hear the click of her heels turn and walk away.

Your stomach drops when you come to the full realization that you’re entirely at this man’s mercy. You have no idea whether or not he’s going to keep his word, what he’ll do to you, if maybe he might take a few limbs and leave you to die. The possibilities weigh heavy on you, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You might not ever make it out of here. Your neighbors, everyone you made friends with here in this quiet little town, snuffed out in an instant by this vile monster who now has a name to his wretched face.

Your racing mind and sobbing hiccups come to a halt as Gyutaro’s skeletal hand swiftly wraps around your neck, nails digging harshly with the full intention of crushing your windpipe if he holds on for just a minute longer. The demon pulls you upward so that his sickly colored eyes pierce into your own, the dark blotches that litter his face contort with his expression as he hisses out, “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you. After all I just decided you might live if you play along.”

Play along? What exactly does he have planned for you? What kind of sick demonic games will he enact upon you? Your brain buzzes with more questions.

The lack of oxygen starts to blur your vision, it’s getting harder to breathe, a high pitch ringing drowns out his short monologue, weak hands clawing and pulling at his forearms in a desperate attempt for air. The very moment before you hit your limit, his grip softens, maneuvering to hold your jaw in place to steal a rough kiss that ends with a rough lap of foreign saliva that now coats your lips. With dazed eyes full of lust and a contorted smile, he plants harsh, skin-breaking bites down your neck; carefully suckling and kissing at any blood that escapes. The consistent mixture of pain and discomfort followed by light stokes of pleasure have you at a sore disadvantage as your carnal needs nag at you, sending any bit of dopamine it can scrounge up straight to your core. Gyutaro hungrily tugs off your garments and any remaining dignity you’ve had left up until this point.

Half-lidded irises drink up your form and the way the moonlight gives your skin a slight fuzzy glow. Gyutaro’s lips ghost from the nape of your neck all the way down to the top of your chest. His hands tremble when cupping your breasts, eagerly kneading both in a rough and lightly painful manner. A long, slender tongue slithers out of his mouth to lap harsh circles around the bud, earning goosebumps and hesitant gasps as your nails dig into your thighs to cope with such an intrusion. Slowly, Gyutaro introduces his teeth in conjunction to the light sucking, grazing lightly and getting bolder with an eventual teasing nibble; it’s enough to garner a light groan in response, you can feel as he smiles against your skin, yellow eyes looking straight up at you. It makes him melt to feel your body tremble and writhe against his clumsy touches, the look of conflicted fear is enough to encourage him to push further, to explore your body in more intrusive ways.

Gyutaro traces his lips from your torso all the way back up to meet yours. With a wavering hushed voice, he commands you, “Down on your knees.” Your eyes water as the haze of human flesh from his breath violates your sense of smell. You’re a quick learner, he’s come to find when you slide slowly down the grimy wall of the alleyway, maintaining eye contact. What’s life or death to you, is considered a cheap thrill to him. You have no idea whether or not he’s going to actually keep his word to you but if these are your last moments on earth, maybe you might as well get a little more comfortable with his presence; even if it’s just to ease the pain of everything by a minuscule amount. His loose fitting pants don’t give you any indication of how hard or endowed he actually is underneath.

There’s a moment of stillness where the both of you look at each other in desperation for such opposing reasons. Desire and survival intertwine and meet at the hem of his trousers; at the expense of gently pushing your head against the fabric, he savors this moment while he can. Your nostrils burn from the rotting stench of his natural decay as you attempt to pull your head away, but a strong clutch on your head keeps you pinned against his crotch, the fabric muffling your coughs and light groans as he lazily dry humps your face. The sense of pure humiliation lulls your mind into a dull-ish state, feeble efforts of attempting to break free of his grasp are useless. You’re relieved and met with fresh air as his efforts to tease himself prove to be boring. You’re now aware that these little moments of peace are nothing but the foreshadowing of something much more sinister. Gyutaro hooks at the trim of his garments and pulls down to reveal his cock. It lightly taps against his lower abdomen as it springs free, glistening and soaked with precum that doesn’t seem to stop beading down the long, uncut monstrous shaft.

The sheer size and width to it is enough to naturally widen your eyes and give off more of a panicked look to your face than you already had previously.

It makes you realize that any kind of sick fantasy he has planned for you isn’t going to be as easy as just zoning out and letting it happen. No, this’ll hurt. And you’ll remember this forever.

“Holy fuck..” a strange sentiment escapes your lips, you’re unsure how to handle this, but the gravity of the situation is going straight to your core and it causes you to rub your thighs together in a pathetic attempt to hide your arousal.

“You must be some kind of sick depraved whore because it sounds to me like you’re getting off on this too.” Gyutaro hisses as he taps his cockhead against your lips as you pathetically attempt to back further into the wall as if it would stop his advances.

“Ugh, come on, no! No that’s not it at all!” you rationalize, face ablaze with embarrassment, but his taunting persists, twisting into a deranged laugh that has your stomach in knots. But you know deep down, it fulfills a carnal part of you, something you can’t entirely control.

“You just can’t wait to taste my cock, you fucking tease! Well don’t worry, I won’t keep it from you any longer-“

With what little space you had to begin with, Gyutaro closes the gap with his protruding hip bones. The sensation alone makes his knees buckle, he sucks in air through his teeth and lets out a desperate “Aaaaah” as his cock fully bottoms out inside your mouth without any pause for adjustment. You can feel the corners of your mouth start to tear ever so slightly to accommodate for his girth, tears gather and roll down your hollowed out cheeks as you struggle to breathe through your nose. Gyutaro’s grip on your hair tightens when his hips roll, fucking into your mouth at a slow tempo that’s too much to keep up with. Your trembling hands push against his thighs in a weak act of rebellion but he seems to revel in it with the way he fucks your mouth harder with each light push or dig of your nails.

“Fuuuck… so this is how it feels,” Gyutaro pulls out of your mouth abruptly, causing you to cough and gasp for air.

“You know, I’ve been a bystander for way too long. I’ve seen what people get off to, how lucky they are to live such lives,” he hooks a finger around your bottom lip to pry your mouth open as he spits directly onto your tongue; your face recoils at the taste. “and you, a poor little human who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, too pretty to be eaten right away.”

“Right away?” You replied hesitantly, looking up at him.

“We don’t wanna spoil all the fun we’re having right now, do we?” He laughs, “I haven’t promised you shit!”

You look up at him with a burning scowl, you’re angry with the way he’s been toying at your life for the past hour or so. Hell, you’re not even sure how long you’ve actually been sitting here with gravel and rock stuck to your scraped up knees.

Gyutaro pushes your head lightly, tapping his bellend against the plush of your lips, lightly coating them in a sheen gloss of precum.

“Maybe you should think about being a little more enthusiastic and that’ll make me really change my mind”

“Yeah, like that’ll guarantee anything...” you scoff at his empty promises; your light act of rebellion turns his face sour as he forces his cock back into your mouth, leaving the both of you groaning for different reasons.

His fingers curl into your hair as he forces your head to bob up and down on his cock, saliva gathering at the corners of your mouth and dripping onto the stone pavement. He keeps you flush against his pelvis, your nose buried deep into his pubic hairs as he gives shallow thrusts. With Gyutaro’s cockhead creating a bulging effect, he wraps all five fingers around your throat, lightly squeezing down at the focal point. You start to sputter and cough around him, fingernails digging into his pelvic bone and pushing back for some kind of air intake, but he doesn’t let up, instead responding to your whines that vibrate his shaft with a light scoff and a giggle.

Your brows furrow, corners of your mouth burning red hot from the stretch of his length and you’re losing oxygen fast, making your eyes lightly roll upwards. The way he smiles down at you, mouth slightly agape, it makes your body react in some kind of fucked up manner, confusion mixing with your blurring sight as your mind is reduced to a blanked out state, slumping you backward as he continues to impale your mouth. You don’t break eye contact with him despite dizzying vision threatening to make you pass out; your pseudo-salvation comes in the form of Gyutaro whining out a desperate “fuuuuck” as white hot ropes of cum coat your throat.

He pulls out quickly, making sure to coat your face thoroughly. It tastes sour, feels hot to the touch, and insanely thick by the way it slithers down your face. You don’t feel like stirring his temper by spitting it out so you swallow as much of his load as you possibly can without throwing up, gathering and wiping off the rest from your defiled face. Gyutaro kneels down to your level in lazy attempts to get you cleaned off but you shoo his hand away.

“Come on, let me go or just kill me and get it over with. Don’t you think I’ve done enough already? I won’t tell anyone about this, I have no one to tell about what happened here, especially after you killed everybody in the entire village,” you plead, “nobody would even believe me anyway. You’ve done everything you’ve wanted to me, that’s gotta account for something, right?”

Gyutaro cups your face with his index finger and thumb on either side of your cheek and lightly squeezes, “You’re fighting so hard with me even when I’m the one showing you such kindness. Typical of pretty people like you, always so ungrateful even in the most dire situations,” He mopes sarcastically, “hey, I have an idea! I kinda like the ruined look on your face from just a minute ago, I say we’re gonna bring that back. After all, I wanna make the most out of that cute little body of yours.”

It seems like his refractory time is almost immediate as his cock is already hard again and ready for what he has planned next. Despite his emaciated stature his strength is able to rag doll you to the cold stone pavement before your body can even register what’s happening. Sharp hip bones jab at your legs forcing them to spread open, he looks down at your glistening cunt, a prize he’s so eager to take from you. He spends an uncomfortably long time staring at your bare body, indulging in every possible detail, it sends heat across your face as you struggle to cover yourself. He wants to remember this forever, he wants you to remember this forever. Gyutaro glides his thumb along your folds, grazing against your clit which earns him a light huff in return to his light teasing.

“I’m not really an expert when it comes to women, I’m sure that’s pretty obvious. But I know enough to be able to tell when a bitch is in heat.” He swipes his thumb across his tongue, lapping up the slick he’s gathered from you. He’s not wrong either, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s toying with your life, you might just enjoy how rough he’s been with you. With a steady hand on your hip, the latter guiding his heavy cock to your entrance, your heartbeat picks up a pitter-patter type beat as you brace yourself for impact. You try to calm yourself down to keep a relaxed state, maybe it won’t hurt as much if you did that, maybe it won’t be as bad as it was earlier, at least this time your oxygen won’t be cut off as far as you’re concerned.

The head breaches your entrance, there’s maybe a three to five second buffer before he completely sinks his entire cock into you with no warning. The both of you cry out in sync, tears trickling down your face. You’re too full, too stretched out, the pain is searing hot as your body desperately tries to accommodate to his massive size. You scoot yourself away like a caged animal struggling to rid of its binds but he pulls you halfway into his lap for easier access, fingers digging into each side of your hips, pinning you to the pavement that grinds against your welting back. Gyutaro’s nails draw blood, each thrust burrowing his claws deeper into the plush of your skin. It’s difficult for him to keep his composure with everything stimulating him at once. The sex, the scent of your sweet blood, and your soft voice whining begging him to stop is too much for him to handle. Saliva drips from his mouth and begins to pool at your stomach as it creeps across your body. It quells him into an animalistic state, his tempo doesn’t falter in the slightest, he barely unsheathes himself from you at all.

With the way he grinds into you, pelvis to pelvis, it provides some type of stimulation against your clit, gathering more instinctual whimpers to fall from your lips. The buildup of pressure is there, pooling into a tight coil in your lower abdomen. You opt to distract yourself with the moon above you as your only witness, daring to deny this monster the chance to earn any kind of orgasm from you. There’s no way you’re actually enjoying any of this. Not in this way, you think to yourself.

“Hey!-“ Gyutaro snaps at you, gripping your jaw in place, “fucking look at me! Don’t you dare take your eyes off me or I’ll slaughter you exactly as you are,” You nod frantically, “say it. Say you understand.”

“Yes, I understand.. Gyutaro.”

You keep your word and lock eyes with him no matter how much it hurts to do so, he studies your facial expressions, what makes you wince but most importantly, he takes notice to what forces your body to give into the light trickles of pleasure. He experiments a little, going slower, going harder, but it’s when he rocks himself flush against you that he finds does the trick. The hand that once cradled your neck in place trails softly down your body, lightly dragging his nails along. He shifts his focus downward as his hands meet at your lower abdomen, he’s hesitant at first, lightly running his thumb clumsily against your clit.

“It’s right… here, isn’t it?”

Your face heats up, “Why would I tell—“ you sigh, “-yes. It is.”

A sly smile spreads across his face, “good girl.” He whispers breathlessly. Gyutaro’s ministrations start off slow and uncoordinated, it has your mind buzzing one moment and disrupted a second later; he looks frustrated, completely pathetic, and you feel sorry for him in a way. With a heavy sigh, you take the lead by guiding his thumb to just the right amount of pressure and cadence. The smile returns, mimicking the patterns you set for him to near perfection, you shiver at the attention, tension building up at a steady momentum that feels no longer forced, but strangely needed. Your breath quickens, brows furrow upward as your body starts to tense up at the stimulation.

“K-keep doing that— oh fuck!” You keen, basking in the rolling waves of your first orgasm of the night.

Gyutaro falters for a moment, catching his breath and stilling his movement. You whine at the sudden lack of stimulation as his hands lift your legs up further and further until your knees bump lightly against your chest. You feel so much more full than you did before, his cock reaching deeper inside you, bullying its way right against your g-spot. His moans are drawn out and exaggerated, his hips keep a grueling pace for the both of you as it sends shockwaves straight through your body, building up tension in your lower abdomen and washing over you. Your nails drag down his spine and ghost back up to grip his matted hair. Your whines grow louder and louder, you’re much more attuned to his body, much more accepting than at the start of the night.

“Two spots then, huh? Some people just get all the luck I guess” he teases before his lips crash into yours.

You’re a whimpering mess, moaning into his mouth as he fucks you through your second climax, one that proves to be much more intense than earlier. It leaves you writhing underneath him, your walls pulsing and as he unravels along with you. The spent demon is reluctant to pull out, but rather he spends the next couple of minutes collapsed over your form. It’s not enough to crush you, per se, not that he really could but his bony figure jabs at you with the rise and fall of your breathing combined. You know it’s not something he can help, so you ignore it as best as you can.

Small, delicate pecks are planted on the scabbed over lacerations he caused earlier, a lazy attempt at an apology to the pain and humiliation from earlier. You lightly tug at his head to pull him off your neck. Your fucked out expression meet his sickened love drunk irises as you pull him in for a final kiss. His tongue lathes over yours hungrily, the taste of iron and flesh begrudgingly accustomed to your palette.

“I… I think I love you.” he sighs breathlessly. You’re mortified at your reaction to this whole ordeal. The way you sank into his demands so easily, letting emotions blossom within you despite how much he terrorized you earlier. It’s obvious how painfully lonely he is, maybe you could offer him some comfort. A kind of delirious love. Maybe… you could get used to this.

“shit” sakusa cursed as he sat on the bed, hands running up and down his face in stress and anger. his wife bit her lip at the sight of her husband getting angry. she called out with her small voice, trying to lighten up the mood and chirped. “w-we can try again, yoomi.. we have all the time in the world-” 

sakusa stood up, his beautiful wife’s words trailing off. he looked at her with a scowl, “and how many times more do we need to keep trying? it’s your fault, for fucks sake. always fucking it up and losing the damn child.” the glare on his dark eyes was enough to shut the timid woman up. sakusa saw how she was trying to make herself small in the large king size bed and scoffed. 

he then exited to go to the connected bathroom in their bedroom, leaving his wife with her self-destructive thoughts as she blamed herself for always stressing her husband out. it was her fault that the man was angry and sakusa makes sure she knows that. it was her fault that she can’t get pregnant. all of those time trying and money spent for vacations wasted because she can’t even do what normal women do. 

quickly wiping the pesky tears that run down her soft cheeks not wanting her husband to see it because she knows how sakusa doesn’t like it when she plays the victim. 

sakusa washed his hands on the sink, gritting his teeth in irritation. shutting the running water off and quickly wiping his hands on a clean towel he puts on the sink, he stared at his reflection. dark eyes trailed down his features. 

it wasn’t his fault. it was his wife’s. he is a capable man. he can do anything. he is not at fault here. how can he be? he’s perfect. he’s handsome. he’s rich. athletic. at his prime and can do anything his mind tells him to. 

“w-we can try other things...” sakusa heard his wife’s timid voice call out. his wife, such a delicate woman. a pathetic one too at that. 

the man rolled his eyes and moved to enter their shared room again. “what other things, misa?” 

the woman tried to smile, but her lips were too wobbly and shaky. “we can always a-adopt, right?” 

sakusa scowled at the suggestion. adopt? raise another man’s child? what kind of bullshit was that. that was the stupidest thing his wife ever came up with and that’s saying something. 

“i-i know what you’re t-thinking.. but uhm.. we can always just look around and see if you like them?” misa trailed off, her voice scared and small when sakusa only continued to stare down at her. 

“fine.” 

this is stupid and a waste of time. why is he even here? in this place filled with vermin and shitty things? oh that’s right. because of his wife, who’s stupid enough to suggest they go to an orphanage. 

dark eyes glared at the children playing on the courtyard. hate and shame filled sakusa’s being. why can’t he just have children of his own. tsk, of course the woman he chose to be with has to be utterly useless. sakusa scoffed at his thoughts and followed his wife. she was quite excited if he guessed correctly. her soft eyes observed the dirty children around them. 

“hello, welcome! welcome! come in” an old woman greeted them by the door, her smile wide and happy. the couple entered the large building much to sakusa’s dismay. 

“thank you so much for having us” sakusa heard misa said softly in front of him as he looked around the place and grunted in disgust when he saw the dusty windows. it was a good thing that he always wears a mask, other people are too inadequate to be trusted and they can’t even clean the damn place right. 

the headmistress smiled at the lovely woman in front of her then turned her gaze to the tall stoic man behind her. the two were in their separate world while the man ignored them. 

the older woman chuckled wearily making misa copy her in nervousness. the woman then toured them around the building, introducing little kids that might capture their attention but sakusa couldn’t care less. they won’t be adopting. he won’t take a little vermin into his house only for them to disturb his safe place.

sakusa grunted in boredom, making his wife’s attention snap to him. wide nervous and questioning eyes stared up at him. 

“i’m going to stay in the car.” he grumbled and walked away, leaving misa with the headmistress, not even waiting for her response. 

he left the building, the noise inside now was a muffled sound making him sigh in relief and irritation. sakusa climbed down the stairs of the porch, rolling his shoulders and groaned when his joints cracked satisfyingly. when he reached the bottom, he looked around and realized that it wasn’t where he parked his car. 

“for fuck’s sake.” cursing under his breath, he was about to go back inside when he noticed something or someone at the corner of his eye. 

he stood there in awe, looking at the most beautiful creature he has ever saw. you sat on the bench in the garden while flowers and trees accompanied you. you looked so picturesque and ethereal with your long (h/c) hair down in a braid on your shoulder and your white prim and immaculate dress. 

sakusa continued to look at you, loving the contrasting moment with you and the building where he hears the muffled noises inside. with you, it was quiet, peaceful. 

the man snapped out of it, scolding himself for ogling at a young girl. that was a new low and sakusa kiyoomi does not do low. he wasn’t the type of guy who’s creepy and fucking disgusting. he was above that. 

sakusa scowled and moved to enter the building again but then the door opened and in came into view was his wife and the headmistress. his wife stared at him in shock but quickly replaced it with a soft smile.

“yoomi... good timing, the headmistress was just going to introduce me to someone” his wife said, sliding down a hand to grasped his making him cringe in disgust but his wife was already used to that. 

the headmistress cleared her throat, seeing the awkward interaction, and smiled at the couple then to the garden where you were sitting at as you read. 

“(y/n) dear? where are you? i would like you to meet someone” the older woman called out and sakusa saw you perk up from your seat and smile at the headmistress. 

when you smiled, it felt like you just knocked the air out of his lungs and all he could think of is how to make you smile again, this time directed at him. 

you walked ever so gracefully and stopped when you were just merely a couple of feet away from him. from this distance, sakusa could smell the fresh scent of flowers that followed you. 

“dear, this is mr. and mrs. sakusa, they’re here to look for a child” the headmistress cooed at you while you smiled at her then turned to the couple, greeting them like the good girl you are. 

“hello, mr. and mrs. sakusa. i hope you’ve been successful in your search” your voice was a melodic chime, a sweet and alluring call like a siren, pulling him closer and closer. 

your big doe eyes then locked with dark ones. sakusa didn’t realize how beautiful the color (e/c) was until he saw it in your eyes. he just found his new favorite color. 

“the headmistress told me so much about you, (y/n). and i do hope it is successful as well” his wife giggled softly, looking at you. 

the older woman smiled at the couple and then turned to you, “go on, dear. go to your room” 

you raised a brow at that when you heard the line the headmistress uses when the children are about to get adopted. confused but also happy, you nodded and bid the couple goodbye. 

when you were out of sight, the headmistress then asked, “what do you think of (y/n)? she’s very smart. she’s a well-mannered girl and she helps the church” 

sakusa furrowed his brows in confusion then looked to his smiling wife who was quick to explain, “i suggested to the headmistress that it would be nicer to have an older child” 

“an older child...” 

the headmistress then cut in, seeing the tension that was rising between the couple, “an older child might be better, sir. mrs. sakusa told me that you and her have a very busy schedule” 

his wife nodded and smiled at the headmistress, “she’s perfect...” the older woman nodded as well, smiling brightly and bid them a small farewell to relay the news to you. 

“what the hell are you thinking, misa? have you gone crazy” sakusa glowered at his wife making her flinch. 

“i-... i want her yoomi! she’s perfect, isn’t she? and with o-our busy schedule, she can fit right in” misa argued, she really needed the company. 

sakusa always leaves her alone and when he does get home, all he does is belittle her. reminding her of her shortcomings as a wife, as a person... she needed someone... someone who can be her safe haven.

you sat inside the car, looking out of the window, happy that you were finally adopted. in the midst of your happy thoughts, you didn’t notice the constant shifting gaze to you by your new dad on the rear view mirror. 

misa turned to you from the passenger seat with a smile, “i’m so happy that you’re here, (y/n).” 

you smiled back at your new mom and nodded, “i’m very happy as well” 

the beautiful woman grinned at you and nodded back then sat normally again, humming a cheery tune under her breath. sakusa shifted his eyes again on the mirror to look at you. suppressing the shiver that ran down his spine when you caught him staring as you smiled at him, he ignored you and looked back to the road again. 

you let your smile fall when you saw the cold reaction the man gave you but quickly shrugged it off and looked back again to the window to watch the buildings go by. 

when you finally arrived at your new home, you gaped at the huge house. clearly, your new parents are rich. filthy rich at that. misa giggled at your expression making you snap out of your thoughts as you looked away in embarrassment at being caught while sakusa scoffed and exited the car, leaving you and misa alone. 

misa frowned at her husband but quickly smiled back at you, reassuringly, “don’t worry, (y/n)... your new daddy... he’s just a bit reserved and quiet...” 

you knew for sure that the man hated you or something. well, maybe hate is a strong word but you’re sure that he doesn’t like you. you nodded at misa with a small smile. 

“let’s go, sweetie?” misa exited the car as well making you follow her. you gaped at the sheer size of the house as some people went out of the house, greeting your new dad that ignored them and went to the car to get your things. 

you were about to help them but your mom quickly held your hand. misa smiled at you and led you inside, “it’s okay, sweetie. let’s just get you settled in, okay?” 

still a little awkward, you nodded and followed misa. your new home was stunning. it was spectacular! you knew you were lucky enough to get adopted at your age but adopted by a family that’s rich? it was amazing!

misa led you to your room as you looked at the large room in awe, admiring it. the beautiful woman giggled at you. you were like a breath of fresh air to her. it was always so silent, filled with tense atmosphere in the house but with you and your innocent energy, it was like she was in a different world now. 

“i guess you like it, sweetie?” 

you turned back to her and nodded with a huge smile, “it’s beautiful, miss. thank you”

misa pouted at your words making you think you have said something offensive, “miss? you can call me mom! i’m your mommy now after all!” her tone was youthful and happy. 

you nodded, “thank you, mommy” 

misa glowed at your words, eyes getting teary. you tried to go closer to her, worried but the beautiful woman only smiled at you and held the door, “i’ll let you settle in, sweetie. call me if you need something, okay? kiyoomi’s and my room is just around the corner” and then she shut the door. 

you smiled at the door, remembering your new mom. she must’ve been lonely. her eyes showed so much emotions. 

the couple was very busy, now you know why they didn’t adopt a younger child. also your mom was an absolute sweetheart. she was busy with her job but she always tried to make time for you. you two always bonded when she gets home. even though you can see that she was very tired, she always talked to you before going to bed. 

your mom was lonely. your daddy wasn’t home at all. you barely even see him and when you do see him, he never really acknowledges you. like that one time you greeted him on the way to the kitchen. 

you were going down the stairs and saw your daddy going up, to clean up you guessed. you smiled at him when he noticed you and chirped happily at him, “good morning, daddy!” 

the only response you got was a sharp inhale and then he was out of sight. you frowned at his cold response but you didn’t mind. your mommy said that it was quite normal and it takes time for your daddy to warm up to someone. 

but it has already been years since then and the only real conversation you had with him was when you asked if he could drive you to school because your usual driver was sick. 

you tried everything to make him like you. it was weird. you didn’t know why you want to be closer to him. you want him to look at you. his dark eyes locked with yours. you want to feel him. and it was making you feel sick with how desperate you are for the older man. it wasn’t right but you just couldn’t help it. the way he looked at you made you felt needed.

for the past years, sakusa was being tortured by his own mind. the sound of your voice follows him wherever he goes. your scent stuck on his skin when you hug him goodbye. your presence was like a ghost, haunting him. taunting him. 

he’s really trying to keep these feelings at bay but as years go by, you are starting to grow into a fine young woman. more curves appearing in your body, an alluring slope as your hips grew that sakusa desperately wanted to grip. thick thighs that was usually covered by thigh highs. lips so plump and red. 

everything about you was so perfect that it made sakusa want you more than ever. he wants you to want him too. he wants you to depend on him. call him with that soft teasing voice as you cry out the fucking name that makes him tick every time, “daddy~” 

sakusa groaned at his thoughts and held his head in his hands as he sat on the bed. you two were alone in this huge ass house. misa was out for a week because of her job and the thought of being alone with you makes him jumpy and his emotions in a messy whirlpool of madness. 

thoughts of how he can just fuck you right now makes his cock twitch in his sweats. 

he sighed in irritation, trying to think of something else because if he keeps this up he’ll only make himself horny and bothered and that doesn’t sound very enjoyable. 

a knock caught his attention. he looked at the door with a frown and answered, “who is it?” 

“it’s me, daddy” 

for fuck’s sake. why can’t you just leave him alone? if you keep this up, sakusa won’t be able to keep his emotions at bay and might do something that’s frowned upon by society. 

“what is it” 

the door opened and you stood by the door, your glossed red lips curled into a shy smile. sakusa’s dark eyes trailed down to your body, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. a thin singlet and short shorts hugged your gorgeous figure.

you are a goddess incarnate in his eyes. so immaculate. you were calling out to him like the snake in the garden of eden, tempting him to just bite the forbidden fruit already.

“-dy? daddy? are you okay?” sakusa’s eyes snapped back to your face. you looked worried. he sighed tiredly and nodded.

“do you need something?” 

you bit your lips in nervousness, his eyes watching the action. you hugged your figure, not knowing how to say what you had in mind. 

“u-uhm... i just thought that maybe we can eat together...--” you trailed off, looking at him, anticipating his reaction. 

the man made you nervous that was a fact but you would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. and that small little fact made you guilty and confused about why you felt like that for him. he was your dad for fuck’s sakes! yes, not really biologically but still your ‘dad’

you were ashamed that you thought of him that way. you can’t even consider him as your father. and every time you call him “daddy” it makes you shy. staring at him, you bite your lip as you wait for his response. 

sakusa grunted and nodded, standing up as he walked towards you. the unwavering gaze he had upon you made a shiver run down your spine. you looked up at him through your lashes, fluttering those pretty eyes up at him. 

that was the final straw! sakusa can’t keep this up! he has to have you and what better time to have you than now. you two were alone and you look so fuckable as always.

he gluped when he stopped right in front of you, so close. you two were just a breath away. your eyes drifted to his lips for a moment but quickly returned to his eyes, feeling the shame rise inside you when you realized what you did.

the older man wanted to coo at you when he saw the embarrassment that crossed your face. he wanted to tell you that it was okay. you can need him. you can want him all you want. hell, he preferred it. now that he saw the small action, he can’t help himself now. he can’t pass this opportunity.

“what’s wrong, sweetie?” he whispered, you shivered when you felt his minty and warm breath hit your lips. you stuttered at the nickname and guilt rise in you as you heard the same name your mommy calls you. 

“n-nothing, daddy...”

“you can tell me, (y/n). it’ll be just between us, don’t worry. i won’t tell a soul” the low seductive voice of your daddy made you clenched at nothing as heat spread across your cheeks. 

“i-.. i uhm..” you continued to stutter. sakusa hummed in amusement at your obvious awkwardness, a small smirk growing in his pink lips.

“do you want daddy?” he whispered, leaning closer to you as your noses touched and your lips barely grazed each other but it was enough to get you excited. sakusa could feel your breath hitching as he does so. 

your eyes turned half-lidded and you pouted in embarrassment, lips curled in such an alluring way. 

“c-can i have daddy?” 

sakusa’s heart started beating rapidly inside his ribcage, this was so new for him. he never felt like this before, not even with his wife. you have such an effect on him, it was scary. 

“you can have daddy anytime, sweetheart” he grunted, tongue swiping against his bottom lip to wet it as he watched you lean closer, slowly standing on your tippy toes.

sakusa groaned at your slow movements and quickly leaned closer, kissing you with ferocity. his large hands gripped your hips, maneuvering you inside the bedroom as he slammed you against the wooden door. you gasped at the pain but it quickly faded into pleasure. 

he groaned into your lips, taking advantage of your open mouth to slither in his tongue into your mouth. you moaned when he started licking and playing with your wet muscle. you unconsciously grinded against him, searching for friction. sakusa moaned into the messy kiss when your clothed heat grazed against his hard cock. 

his hands drifted down to your thighs, squeezing and kneading it. the heat of his palms was so distinct. he then gripped your thighs, carrying you up. you squealed at the sudden movement and quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him. in that new position, your clothed pussy was directly against his member. 

you gasped at the feeling of sakusa’s dick twitching against you. the male groaned and started kissing down your neck, your arms tightening around his neck. the overwhelming feeling of his lips trailing hot wet kisses against your sensitive neck and his constant grinding of his cock against you was too much. 

your moans spilling out your pretty red lips as you tried to match your daddy’s grinding. sakusa’s breath heavy against you, it was all too much for him. you were finally in his arms, moaning like the pretty slut that you are. sakusa could feel your wetness sipping through the thin cloth of your shorts. 

he removed you from the door and carried you to the bed as his body covered yours. leaning against one of his arm while one hand groped your chest, his large hand slowly slithered down and in your singlet and caressed your stomach, savoring every skin until he reached your bra. 

he continued to litter your pretty and sensitive neck with his marks, humming in satisfaction when he sees your neck covered with bite marks. you whined when his hips stopped moving against you for a moment. sakusa leaned back a bit to look at you. his breath hitched when he saw you. you were such a sight to see. 

your eyes heavy and dark with lust, chest heaving with every pant. your singlet was raised up to expose your smooth stomach. your lips were red and a little swollen as your red gloss was smeared across your chin and lips. 

“you’re such a sight, sweetheart,” sakusa praised, making you whine as your hips bucked

“my pretty baby” he muttered then he captured your lips again, biting your bottom lip and quickly soothed it with his tongue. 

“d-daddy, i need you...” you whimpered through the kiss, your words muffled with sakusa’s lips against yours. 

“don’t worry your pretty little head... daddy will take care of you” 

his hand then trailed down, leaving your boobs. he tipped down to your shorts and in your panties, grazing your mound as you gasped against his lips. 

“so wet... is that all for daddy?” 

you cried out at the unfamiliar feeling when sakusa massaged your clit. the older man’s hissed at the wetness, his self-control slowly threatening to snap. 

“have you touched yourself before, princess?” 

your eyes widened at his question but shook your head no, embarrassed by it. your hands gripped sakusa’s shoulder when he started massaging your clit faster, gasping at the pleasure coursing through you. 

“you’re so cute, (y/n)” he muttered, watching your virgin body already shaking at such light actions. 

sakusa’s hand left your shorts making you whine at the loss of pleasure but was quickly followed by a welp when the man removed your shorts, your body getting tugged along at his aggressive action. 

you lowered your gaze and clenched your thighs together, trying to hide from your daddy’s intense gaze. sakusa clicked his tongue and gripped your thigh, “let daddy see you, pretty girl” 

you slowly let your legs open, your embarrassment worsening when you felt the air nipping at your skin. sakusa admired your wet pussy out in display just for him. his fingers touched your wetness ever so slightly but even that makes you gasp. 

“so beautiful...” you heard your daddy whisper making your heart full that he finds you attractive. sakusa wet his fingers with your arousal, caressing the clenching hole but never really prodding inside. 

you watched sakusa between your legs, biting your lips when you saw the prominent tent on his grey sweats. you let your head hit back against the pillows, trying to control your breathing as your nervousness slowly got to you. 

“that’s good, baby. relax for daddy. my pretty girl is so smart” 

sakusa groaned when he finally sunk one finger inside you as he watched you whimper while your hips buckled against him. “so wet and tight...” 

he watched you get lost at the feeling of his finger pumping in and out of you. his gaze then went back to your cunt and his finger, seeing the thin string on his finger that connected him and your pussy. sakusa groaned and leaned down, capturing your neglected clit in his mouth. 

you cried at that, looking down at sakusa. your eyes locked as he fingered you and his tongue flicking against your clit. you moaned, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you threw your head back when he hit the spongy spot inside of you. he hummed in satisfaction making you shiver at the vibration as he added another finger. 

the older male watched your body writhe because of his ministration, finding it so alluring and seductive when you arched your back so prettily when he kept hitting your g-spot. he sucked on your clit, his tongue massaging it. the rising of pleasure was too much for you and the feeling of something threatening to snap in your stomach made you teary. you cried, hips moving frantically chasing the pleasure given to you. the clenching of your pussy against sakusa’s fingers was the sign that you were close. so deliciously close. his movements quickened at that, wanting you to cum for him. the sound of your wetness was embarrassingly loud and sakusa’s constant smacking as he ate you out messily was getting you closer than you want to admit. 

the unfamiliar feeling of the intense pleasure made you close your eyes, loud moans escaping you. the constant flicking of his tongue finally pushing you to the edge as you cum. loud whimpers and whines escaped you as sakusa rode your orgasm for you, moaning against you when he felt your cum sticking to his fingers, trailing down to your ass. 

he released your sensitive clit, swiping a last lick on to it, and his fingers moved away from you, the wetness made his fingers glossy. you panted on the bed, the sensitivity of coming for the first time still in your system. sakusa smiled down at you and kissed you. you whined when his hard cock nudged your sensitive pussy. 

“will you let daddy fuck you, princess?” 

you moaned softly at his dirty words and nodded tiredly, opening your legs like the good girl you are. sakusa’s eyes turned dark and removed his hard cock out of his sweats. you gaped at the size and closed your eyes with a hiss when he grinded against your still sensitive cunt. you looked up at him with a pout and grasped his tight t-shirt. 

“w-wanna see daddy too” you muttered with a pout, tugging at his clothes. sakusa smirked and nodded, removing every piece of cloth in his body until he was nude. your eyes trailed up and down his body, trying to memorize every feature. hands going to his body, caressing his skin. 

“you’re p-pretty too, daddy” you whispered shyly, smiling at him. sakusa didn’t reply but only moved closer to you, letting his nose graze your cheek, nuzzling into you. you giggled softly at his affection. you guessed that this was his way of showing his love.

“ready for me, baby?” he asked as you nod, grasping unto his shoulders. sakusa lined his hard cock against your wet cunt, slowly nudging forward. he hissed at the feeling of your tight and wet pussy clenching around him. 

you felt divine. so good. so wet and warm. and you’re all his. 

you gasped at the feeling, it was so much larger than his fingers but the stretch was addicting enough. you moaned when your daddy kept going in. you panted, tongue lolling out when he finally bottomed out. you felt so full. 

sakusa grabbed your hips, moaning beside your ear. he waited for you to adjust to the feeling of his cock and when you grinded back, he knew you were ready. 

he started slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls dragging against his thick cock, your wetness sticking on him. sakusa then groaned when the pleasure started getting intense, chasing the high of it. 

your nails made crescent marks on his skin, moaning loudly at the feeling of the constant pumping of his large cock inside of you. the tip of his cock nudging your cervix, so deep inside of you. 

you choked on a moan when he hit your g-spot again, the sensitivity was making you tear up whilst sakusa leaned back, watching your body tremble at his mercy. he watched your pussy suck him back in every time, your cum decorating his cock with strings. 

he fucks you with intent, loving the way your boobs bounce to the way he fucks you hard. your pretty mouth open, letting strings of loud moans out, whilst a thin line of drool escaped to your chin. eyes almost getting crossed eye with how good he’s fucking you. 

“you like that, baby? you like the way daddy fucks you dumb?” you could only cry out, incoherent mutters and cries was the only thing sakusa heard from you. 

the man groaned when he felt his release coming way sooner than he expected. the way you were clenching around him was almost enough to send him over but he doesn’t wanna cum before you cum again. 

sneaking his hand on your pussy, he started rubbing your clit with rough circles. you sobbed at the intensity. your legs shaking around sakusa’s hips as he grinded against you harder. 

“fuck, you’re g-gonna make me cum...” he cursed, his rhythm getting sloppier as he chased his high. 

your moans gotten louder at that as sakusa smirked when he felt your pussy clenching around his cock, “you like that? you want daddy’s cum inside you?

fucked out from your daddy’s thrusts, you could only arch so beautifully for him. your position making it easier for sakusa to hit deeper inside you.

“cum for me, princess. cum for daddy” sakusa groaned, hand frantically rubbing your clit pushing you to another orgasm. you sobbed when you felt your second orgasm rushing into your system, eyes rolling back to your head while your pussy milked sakusa’s cock, making him paint your insides with thick ropes of white. your body jerking violently against his at the feeling of the intense climax.

the man growled and it trailed into harsh moans, his hips rolling against you as he rode yours and his climax. 

the room was filled with harsh and loud pants as you two climbed down from your highs. you gulped, throat dry and sore from all the screaming you did. your thighs trembled around sakusa’s hips. he slowly let your legs down and lay down beside you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. his strong chest against your slender back.

you moaned when you felt the soreness kicking in but cuddled back to him, touching and caressing his arm that was thrown over you. you hummed, satisfied, when you felt his cum dribbled out of you. it was his love inside of you.

sakusa’s heart was full. you were finally his. finally in his arms and he’ll be a fool to let you go. he’ll get rid of the older hag after this, he has no need for her anymore now that you were beside him..

he won’t share you with anyone. you are his. only his. and anyone who gets between you two will suffer the consequences. sakusa guarantees it. his dark eyes trailed down to your body, admiring your bruised skin. 

“are you okay, sweetheart?” you heard him asked quietly behind you. you smiled and nodded, leaning your head back. 

“i am...” 

sakusa hummed, sleepiness coming over him. his hand touching your stomach where his cock was bulging out earlier.

“w-will daddy be here with me when i wake up?” 

“i’ll always be with you, princess. i love you... now sleep” 

you bit down a huge grin on your lips, listening to sakusa’s breaths that started to get even signaling that he has fallen asleep. your daddy loves you. no one ever said that. no one ever treated you like him. it was a nice change from all the times you were alone in the orphanage. 

the moment felt warm and gentle like it was a moment shared by a couple who loves each other deeply. you hummed a soft sleepy tune, your hand caressing his arm to his hand. 

your warm and soft moment came crashing down when your hand touched a cold metal on his finger. your (e/c) eyes trailed down and stared down at the ring that was glistening as the light hit it, heart thumping in shame and guilt when reality hit you like a wave. 

Patient when you can barely bring yourself to speak around him; quiet, voice thin and wavering. You always have good manners, a “please” before every sentence and a “thank you” if he grants your plea. Izuku almost wishes you would make more requests, ask him for anything. He’d give you the world if he could, if you wanted it.

But you barely ask for anything. 

“Please let me go.”

“Please don’t hurt me.”

“Please, please, I won’t tell anyone you’ve done this. Stop doing this.”

You hardly ever use his name. Izuku knows you know it, made sure to introduce himself just in case you forgot about your favorite customer, your best tipper.

He’d never hurt you, doesn’t want to force himself to or make any rash decisions.

Everything you’re allowed to wear is soft, just like you. It makes Izuku melt when you choose to put on the clothes yourself, instead of crying in a towel after your shower and begging him for other clothes. He’s bought you hundreds of outfits and they all fit perfectly, but you always get so embarrassed having to wear them, but it’s adorable.

Izuku wants to wait until marriage, wait until you’re ready for him, wait until you love him.

He can’t stop himself from kissing you, stocky, scarred body melting into yours whenever he presses his lips against you. Sometimes it’s a desperate action, Izuku’s hand clutching at your shoulders, your waist, your hips, trying to curve his body so that the two of you fit together perfectly.

Kissing is fine. You cried a lot at the beginning, after every kiss and touch that the man gave you, but he assured you he wouldn’t go further until you were ready. Comfortable.

Now Izuku can kiss you soft and slow, each gentle touch expressing his feelings for you as he handles you like the most precious object. Other times he’s stressed, kissing you feverishly, breaks away to mumble how he can’t lose you, love you too much, won’t ever let you go against your lips, staying so close that his mouth hasn’t separated from yours, lips moving against your own as he rambles between kisses.

Kissing is fine.

Sometimes he forgets himself, forgets your fear and gets too worked up, sweat beading against his temples, hips beginning to twitch against your body, or the bed, or wherever he’s got you.

But then you whimper, and Izuku finds tears in your eyes and he hates himself for getting carried away, for being too eager and making you scared.

He had promised.

It’s difficult to peel himself away from his life source, from the person that makes him blush and stutter and heart beat out of his chest.

But he does.

A cold shower - if it’s really bad he has to grab a handful of ice cubes and press them against his naked cock, hissing at the cold pain. When he’s soft again he cages himself, cold stainless steel biting into his flesh, ensuring Izuku can’t break his promise to you.

Sure, he could jack off in the shower, or masturbate after you go to sleep, warm body peaceful as you lie next to him. But Izuku doesn’t want to. No, he knows he would only get irritated, frustrated with his hand and the fact that you’re right there and ripe for the taking. Better to keep his control, keep himself caged, keep your trust.

Izuku wishes you would let him touch you, make you feel good.

The first time he tried, you had sobbed the entire night, crying into his shoulder after Izuku had backed off, the man trying now to soothe you. It was just a gentle caress of your chest.

Izuku wishes you would touch him.

It gets harder to keep his cool as time goes on, even with a cage keeping him accountable, keeping his erections nonexistent.

The man can’t stop himself from rocking his hips against whatever’s in front of him when he’s kissing you, vague thoughts of sweaty bodies and blissful groans dancing around in his head. It freaks you out to feel the metal of the cage, but Izuku can’t help it.

At least for now, it stops him from making you hate him even more.

He doesn’t know how long he can keep locking himself up, keeping himself away from you.

Izuku wants to wait for marriage, wants to wait until you’re ready. But will you ever be truly ready?

‘the world is fucked up,’ suna thought, looking at his phone as he saw all types of news about people killing and committing all types of felonies to prove that their love for their soulmates were real. 

the stoic male grimaced at one news he came upon when he scrolled up, a young man killed his family and friends because “he doesn’t need anyone else beside his soulmate”. now that was fucked up. suna never thought he'd lose faith in humanity even more with each passing day. it was actually impressive with how fucking stupid and delusional people get when the topic of soulmates come up. 

gold eyes narrowed at the inked skin of his wrist. “(l/n) (y/n)” or whoever that is better not mind never having a soulmate because there’s no way in hell suna’s going to be all lovey-dovey and accept the soulmate bullshit. 

he thinks that soulmates are a scam. it was a hoax to make people do stupid shit and suna will not tolerate that type of bull. if he’s gonna end up with someone, it’ll be because he likes them not because of ‘fate’ or whatever decided it for him. 

he will never conform to society and its standards. 

“suna! what’s with the ugly face?” atsumu snickered, plopping down on the seat beside suna making the taller male groan. 

“oh fuck off, atsumu. i’m not in the mood for your bullshit” 

“when have you ever been in a mood for bullshit?” 

suna raised a brow and hummed, “good point” 

atsumu shook his head and turned to the counter where his brother was standing behind. “’samu! i want 3 tuna onigiris!” 

osamu glared at his brother and scowled, “get it yourself, lazy ass” 

“i’m paying you!” atsumu whined like the little brat he is but osamu ignored him and tended to the other customers in his shop. suna groaned at the noise, “for fuck’s sake, tsumu. shut up. your voice is so annoying” 

atsumu glared at the man and punched his shoulder, making suna winced and scowled at his former teammate from highschool. the older miya twin huffed and ignored his words, continuing what he was about to say before suna insulted him, “anyway! what i was trying to say earlier was that people around us are finding their soulmates while i’m stuck with you bums! how is that fair?!” 

suna groaned, annoyed, at the same old topic of soulmates. “soulmates are overrated. it’s a scam. you’re lucky you haven’t met yours yet if anything.” 

the setter scoffed at suna’s old same line of bitterness towards the topic of soulmates, “what’s with you, anyway? what’s with the bitterness towards soulmates?” 

“it’s bullshit, is all” suna replied easily, not bothered nor giving a shit. atsumu smirked and threw an arm over the male’s shoulder, “one day, you’ll meet your soulmate and everything’s gonna change.” 

“did you just curse me or?” 

“I don't know, did i?”

oh for fuck’s sake. atsumu really did cursed him. suna stared in awe, uncharacteristically so, at you while you glared at him. you clicked your tongue when his gaze was still as dazed and lovesick since you two have met. 

“fuck off, rintarou! i told you i don’t want any soulmate bullshit!” 

suna chuckled with a small blush on his cheeks, “i love it when you call me, rintarou--”

“because that’s your name, stupid! you know what, i’m not even gonna bother. and for the last time, stop following me!” you growled, stomping off to get away from your creep of a soulmate but the man didn’t mind your words. it was quite amusing to him to be honest. 

you’re so cute and small and so angry at the world that it’s so endearing to him. with every glare you give him, it sends pleasant shivers down his spine. ah, so this is what it felt to be with your soulmate. it’s addicting. you two could rule the world together if you want to. 

“love, you can’t run away from me forever. i’m your soulmate” 

you groaned at the persistent male, “i don’t want you as a soulmate! why can’t you understand that?!” 

suna stopped following you after your harsh words. you also stopped, your anger subsiding a bit when you realized what you said and all of a sudden, there was a pain in your heart. you cursed at the soulmate bond that was not letting you reject your fate. guilt resurfaced in your gut when you looked at suna who’s staring at the ground, eyes hidden under his bangs. 

“r-rintarou?.. look i’m sorry, okay. but i don’t really want any soulmate business in my life-...” you tried to explain but quickly cut your words off when suna started chuckling. 

scared and terrified at the creepy laugh and unexpected action, you stepped back and looked at him with wide eyes. suna then looked up at you and smirked, the dark glint in his eyes gave you the creeps, his breath heavy as he panted like a dirty pervert! his eyes were so filled with emotions. lust, obsession, and ‘love’ but you don’t  even know if you can call it ‘love’...

“did you feel that? it shows... no matter what you do. we’re connected.” 

oh fuck no. this psycho is not worth it. you grimaced at his words and turned back around swiftly, walking faster to get away from him. 

“fate will always bring us together, (y/n). the quicker you accept that, the easier life gets” you heard him shouted after you and it only made you quicken your actions, heart beating rapidly at what just happened. 

suna smirked at your figure as it grew smaller and smaller. he figured he’d let you go for now. it’s not like you can hide from him. you can try but the ink on your skin will always remind you where you belong and that’s with him. 

the tall male looked at his phone, the screen showing a picture of you sleeping. he traced your features through the phone with a loving sigh and quickly stuffed it back to his pocket. he whistled a small tune under his breath on his way back home, his thoughts filled with you. 

suna walked inside his apartment, shrugging his shoulders to loosen the tight muscles. he groaned in annoyance when his shoes got stuck on his foot but quickly shook it off. the moment he was in his bedroom, he removed his shirt and plopped down on the bed, opening his phone again. 

in his phone, there was a whole album of you. sleeping, eating, at the gym, when you were at the library. suna also opened one of the files in his phone as sounds of you breathing when you were sleeping echoed in the room. 

a small moan escaped the phone, suna’s eyes shining slyly at the sound. oh how he wants to hear it in person. he wants to hear every lovely sound you can make. he wants to know everything about you. 

what type of weather do you like? do you like cereal at night like him? do you have a special place for cats in your heart like he does? do you hate heat like him? and do you like getting fucked so hard the only thing you can do is scream? 

suna sighed at the last thought as rapid images of what you would look like popped in his head. would you look pouty? would you cry? would you be quiet and shy? or would you moan like a bitch in heat? 

the familiar twitch in his sweats made suna antsy. a hand drifted to his pants to palm himself through the cloth. 

suna massaged his hardening cock through his pants, letting out sighs as he did so. your soft breathing from the phone was making him harder. he imagined you beside him, sleeping. looking so innocent and safe from all the vile things of the world. safe with him. 

your plump lips curled into a small pout as your brows furrows while you dream then waking up, needy for him. suna groaned and swiftly tugged his sweats and boxers off him. he spat on his hand, hissing when he started stroking his thick cock. drifting to the sensitive head of his cock, he massaged it with the slick spit as it ooze out pre-cum. 

he quickly coated his digits with the precum and slicked his twitching cock with it for the smooth friction he was craving. he panted at the feeling when he tightened his grip on his dick, trying to imagine your tight wet pussy instead. 

“s-shit, baby... feels so good’“ he slurred, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of the tight grip, stroking himself to a slow rhythm. in his mind, he can see your pretty face. 

he can imagine you on top of him, rolling your hips slowly to not overstimulate yourself with his large cock inside of you. suna licked his lips, a small smirk appearing on his face as he imagined the cute little noises you made when you tried to fit him in you. 

his thick cock hitting so deeply inside you but oh how you like it, you slut. you’d look so gorgeous, moaning on top of him, hands on his chest whilst you ride him. 

“r-rintarou” he can hear your lewd voice calling out, your breath getting heavier with each stroke of his cock, dragging in your tight wet walls. your big doe eyes filled with tears as you look down at him, trying to get some help from him to fuck you good already.

he cursed when he felt a familiar band trying to snap in his lower stomach, his hand getting faster. wet slapping sounds echoed in the room along with your soft breathing on his phone. his violent and aggressive movements were getting him closer to his release. 

this is how he wants it to be. him fucking you so violently making you cry, hands gripping you tight that your pretty skin would bloom with violets and blue. 

he can already see it, how your tongue will roll out your pretty lips whilst you get fucked so hard that all you can do is lay and scream for him, your soulmate. your other half. you belong to him. 

“ha-ah-!” suna groaned deeply when his release hit him, thick warm cum hit his clenching abs as the spiraling pleasure made him shiver. his hand pumping his dick fast to ride his orgasm, his chest heaving deep pants. the male gulped down, trying to wet his dry throat as he slowly calmed down. lazy yellow eyes stared up in the white ceiling of his bed. 

he needs you. he wants to feel you. he wants to be with you. now. 

you sighed as you walked home to your apartment, it has been a week since your crazy soulmate tried to bother you in accepting him and it was making you jumpy. his eyes just showed so much when you last saw him that it made you paranoid with every movement that was happening around you. 

you entered your room, exhaling a deep breath of relief as you felt the warm air of your safe home. it was nice to be in your apartment again. no one to bother you. safe from the crazy man that suddenly stopped messing with you. 

after shrugging off your coat, you enter your kitchen to get a glass of water. all the overthinking about the mess that fate got you into was making your head hurt. as you greedily gulped down the water to soothe your dry throat, a movement from the dark living room made you choke on it. 

“shit” you cursed and looked at the wet floor. you put the glass down and looked at the dark living room, trying to catch any movement. you then quietly went to the knives beside you and grabbed one, walking cautiously through the room. you flickered the lights on, ready to strike if something attacked you, but as the lights went on, you sighed in relief when you saw no one. 

you let your hand drop beside you, rolling your eyes at yourself at the paranoia. you cursed the man that did this. now you were overthinking stuff and seeing shadows.

when you were about to turn around, a large hand covered your mouth and tightly gripped your wrist that held the knife, making it clunk to the floor as you screamed but the hand muffled it. 

“stop fuckin moving already.. you’re gonna just tire yourself” the familiar voice made your body stiff, your blood went cold. crying against his hand when you felt his lips touch your ear, teeth grazing it. 

“you’re so pretty” he cooed, his voice heavy and slow. tears pricked your eyes as you struggled against his hold but the tall man was obviously stronger than you being an athlete. you tried to stomp on his feet but the man nudged you forward with his weight as you two tumbled into the couch. 

you can feel the vibration of his chuckle as his chest was against your back. you heard him sigh and a small grind on your ass was enough to make you feel disgusted and dirty. 

“i apologize for this next action, (y/n)” suna muttered beside your eyes and he leaned back, quickly turning you around. before you could even scream, pain blossomed on your cheek. your vision turned blurry at the impact, dizzy.

this motherfucker just punched you. you faced him again and spat the blood on his face, your lip busted as well. “f-fuck you!”

suna growled at your actions but quickly smirked, wiping away the bloody spit on his eye while he held you down. 

“a tough one~ i like that” he whispered and you could feel a hard nudge on your inner thigh making you grimace. this man was fucked up... he just got hard from punching you and you fighting back-

suna smirking down at you was the last thing you remember then everything went dark.

the room was cold. and your limbs ached with each movement you did. you opened your eyes and panic hit you when you couldn’t see anything. you tried to call out but there was a gag on your mouth. 

you cried through the gag, you cursed everything. you hate fate for getting you into this mess. you curse soulmates bonds, you were right. soulmates are a bunch of bullshit. just look at where that ended you up in. most importantly, you hate him. if you can, you’ll kill him on the spot. 

the fucking psychopath. your soulmate. 

you bit the cloth on your mouth as the binds on your eyes got wet from the tears that escaped from your eyes. your feelings were a mess and all you could feel is anger, shame, and dread. 

“oh, you’re awake. that’s good. i thought i hit you harder than i intended to, thank god that you’re okay” you heard the familiar voice that you loathe. you growled through your gag but suna could only laugh at your pathetic attempt of dominance when you’re gagged, blindfolded, and tied to the bed. 

“now now, no need for that. we want to get along, don’t we” he muttered, walking closer to you and sat on the bed, beside you. 

you flinched when you felt his weight beside you and his hands caressed your cheek. you whimpered at the dull pain when he touches your cheek. this fucker touched where he punched you--

“that looked like it’ll bruise” you growled again at his words. you wanted to scream at him. hit him. make him feel the pain of what he did to you. 

your fussing about stopped and you stiffened when you felt him shift on top of you, going in between your legs. you tried to close your legs but his hands were faster than you. 

he maneuvered you like a doll he owns, fixing you into a position he liked. suna gazed at your tied-up body, his cock already starting to harden in his pants. he wants to touch you already. 

his hand went up and tugged your blindfold as he smiled at your dazed look that changed to a mean one. suna chuckled at your spirit. it was making him excited. 

“you’re too cute, love” he muttered, leaning closer to your neck and nuzzled into you, taking in your scent loudly making you flinch in dread. 

“you smell so sweet,” he said against your neck, an unconscious shiver running up your body. suna smirked when he felt it and continued to nuzzle his face in your neck. his hands touching and groping your body while you growled through the gag but he barely even paid attention to it, too caught up at the feeling of finally touching you and being with you. 

“i wanna taste you~” he whispered lewdly, looking deep into your eyes with a smirk. your eyes widened at his words and mustered up all the strength you had and hit his head against yours. 

you were disoriented after it but it was worth it when you heard his curse as he leaned away. your forehead was red you were sure and it’ll bruise with how hard his head was. 

“you bitch-!” your moment of victory was cut off when large hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing it. you choked, wriggling around to get away from suna but he leaned all his weight on top of you. 

he glared down at you, watching with sick satisfaction when your eyes slowly fluttered close and your struggling gradually ceased. suna can snap your neck right now if he wants to. the power he has over you almost made him drool, his cock twitching excitedly in his pants.

he let your neck go, heart beating fast when he saw finger marks on your neck, the shape of his hands on your skin. he watched you cough and try to inhale air, desperately. 

suna then grasped your chin in a tight hold and turned you to face him, making your dazed eyes look up at him, “do that again and i’ll make you bleed.” 

he let your chin go harshly and climbed off you, going out of the room. you gulped and intake the precious air, looking at the door with fear and anger. 

being with suna was an absolute nightmare. you don’t know how long it has been since the psycho kidnapped you and it was agitating. you fought back but suna liked it because it gave him the excuse to hurt you. you knew this but you just can’t give him the satisfaction he craved of you submitting to him. 

your body was slumped into the bed whilst you cried as suna ate you out. his fingers pumping viciously in and out of you, tongue lapping on your swollen clit. he denied you 4 orgasms already and your body was so sensitive from it. 

“just fucking accept this already!” suna growled against your pussy, the vibrations sending violent shivers in your body. you writhe and keened, your body in his mercy. 

you shook your head, tears streaming down your red and bruised cheeks. your neck was decorated with purple and red, bite marks and fingerprints alike. your wrists red and raw from the rope he used on you constantly.

“n-no!” 

suna rolled his eyes at your disobedience but let you be. he knows you’ll be his good girl sooner or later. he just has to try harder, he guesses. 

he sucked on your clit messily, tonguing your wetness. his fingers caressing your walls as he hit your g-spot making you arch your back. suna smirked and continued his ministrations, ignoring your pleading to let you cum already. 

he felt your walls clenching on his fingers as he stopped altogether making you cry in desperation. suna leaned on his feet, admiring the way your body tried to hump him to get the satisfaction of cumming. 

your body is so beautiful. before it was pristine and void of any marks and flaws but now your skin was decorated with purple and red courtesy of his love for you. 

“you really wanna do this, (y/n)? you rather be a bad girl than be my precious girl?” suna tried to reason with you, his tone was as if he was talking to a child. you scowled at him, “fuck you, asshole!” 

suna’s eyes turned dark at it. one thing he can’t tolerate was you saying such crude and bad words. he raised his hand and slapped you, the force of it made you turn to the side as you gasped at the pain. 

blood dripped from your nose. suna then grabbed your cheeks, squeezing. he glared down at you. “when will you learn... and here i thought you were smarter than that” 

you cried at the pain of his grip on your face and the sting of his slap was still there as his fingers pressed down to the bruises you had on your face. he shook your head, growling, “what do you say when you do something wrong” 

he continued to shake you, your aching limbs hurt at the violent movements. you whimpered and unconsciously replied, “i’m sorry-!” 

suna stopped and removed his hands from you. you looked up at him with teary eyes and saw him smiling softly at you. his mood swings were scary. you don’t really know what type of suna you’ll get before it’s too late... 

“atta girl...” he muttered and started to remove his pants. you panicked at his actions and tried to move away but the painful slap on your thigh was enough to make you stop. 

“now, let me fuck you” 

suna grabbed your ankle and pulled you down on the bed further, closer to him. he pumped his cock at the sight of you, so pretty and crying

“rintarou please-! d-don’t!” you cried, feeling so helpless and all your fire from earlier and the past days gone. the dark-haired male grinned at your sobbing and fussing about. 

“tsk. be a good girl, (y/n). just accept it.” he leaned closer to you, whispering against your wobbly lips. his dark yellow eyes stared straight into yours, lust swirling around his orbs. your body shook in fear and a small cry leaving your swollen lips. 

in one swift movement, suna entered you. he captured your lips, muffling your screams because of him suddenly entering you. the wet squishing noises were triggering your tears. you felt disgusted with yourself that you were enjoying the stretch and the feeling of being filled up by this psycho. 

maybe in another world where you two have met differently. a perfect world where things weren’t complicated. if you two worked it out and things were different then maybe you’ve actually loved him and accepted him as your soulmate. but not in this world. not now. 

you cried when suna started moving, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. your body arched on the bed, feeling the pleasure. suna panted above you, arms caging you and his muscles contracting with every movement he does. 

suna cursed at the feeling, it felt so good. you feel so good. your wet and squishy walls sucking him so eagerly. the lewd sounds of your wetness and his constant thrusting was making him more excited. 

he stopped for a moment, pulling out from your pussy to put you in all fours and then entered you again when he moved you the way he likes. suna groaned, fucking deep into you. his tip grazing your cervix making you squeal. you can feel your orgasm coming faster because of the orgasms suna denied you earlier. you sobbed, hips unconsciously thrusting back to his dick. 

the male chuckled breathily, sneaking a hand between your legs to play with your swollen clit. you choked on a moan when you felt him massaging your clit. you let your head plop down to the mattress, arms wobbly, and all you could do was moan as your body jerking at the pleasure suna was giving you. 

“oh honey, you should see how slutty your body gets when i’m fucking you” he snickered behind you, hips never relenting with his fast and hard thrusts. 

you felt tears trail down your bruised cheeks, you don’t know if it’s because of the shame you felt earlier or the pleasure. the fast circles suna gave your clit made you whine and moan as you felt your orgasm wash over you. 

you howled at the satisfying feeling of the violent orgasm, finally cumming after the torture of not coming four times earlier. suna smirked at the way your body convulsed beneath him. 

the unwavering fucking from behind was sending you to overstimulation and suna’s fingers still rubbed down your sensitive clit. you whined and keened, drool slipping past your lips. 

“so fucked out” suna muttered and bent to lean against your back, his dick twitching in your wet walls. he then angled his thrust differently making you gasp. 

he leaned back again, staring at your sweaty discolored back, from his bites from the past fun times you two had, and the way you leaned against the pillows as your pretty face contorting into a fucked out expression, so lewd.

a large hand trailed down to the back of your neck, grabbing it and letting you lean against suna’s chest. his hand then wrapped around your dainty neck, squeezing, as he felt the vibrations of your moans. 

“pretty baby~” 

his other hand gripped your hips, stilling your wiggling around as he fucked into your harder at the newly changed angle. you whimpered at the way his thick cock reached so deep into you. 

suna moaned beside your ear, hips slowly losing his rhythm as he chased his own orgasm. his self-control snapping into something greedy and feral. he ignored your cries and fucked you so he can finally cum. 

the way he used you wasn’t supposed to feel this good. although he didn’t have any intention to make you feel good, the way his dick stuffed your full and the way his thickness stretched you was made you feel the familiar band in your stomach trying to snap once again.

he unconsciously squeezed your neck, breath heavy, when he felt his orgasm getting closer. he growled, thrusting sloppily in you, the sounds of your wetness echoed in the room along with your broken moans and rasps. you can feel him twitching inside you sending you into another orgasm.

you screamed, body arching against suna. the way your pussy squeezed him and the feeling of you cumming again triggered his own. suna moaned, painting your insides with his cum as he rode his orgasm, ignoring your whining. 

he panted, removing his hold on you and letting you hit and slump unto the bed. you whined at the action. suna pulled out of you as he admired the way your pussy was filled with his cum, dripping down to your thighs and down to the sheets. he licked his lips at the sight and leaned closer to you as if he was lured in. 

you gasped and cried when you felt his tongue wiggling around your sensitive pussy. you squeezed your eyes close tightly, body shivering at the overstimulation but suna barely paid any attention to you. he only wanted to satisfy his desires.

you gazed at the plain ceiling, dully. the soft breathing of the insane male beside you was making you grimace. he just finished fucking you or what he calls, “soulmate bonding time” but all he did was make you cry. 

the sun was up and it was probably noon now but suna normally sleeps in and today was no exception. the phone beside suna’s side on the table started buzzing, circling a little because of the vibration. you heard suna groaned, always the light sleeper. you quickly closed your eyes and hid your face in the covers and pillows. 

you felt the male shifting and after a while, he started talking in his annoyingly attractive deep voice. sleep taking a toll in his vocal cords making it all husky. you internally cursed the soulmate bond trying to make you see him in another light or some bullshit like that.

“hey, what’s up?” 

you continued to listen to the one-sided conversation as you pretend to be asleep. your heart skipped a beat when you heard suna’s words. 

“yeah, come over. i’ll introduce you to her” 

your body stiffened but tried to relax. maybe this was your chance to expose him. you have to try something, you can’t keep letting him do these things to you... 

a soft sleepy groan, the sound someone makes when they stretch, rung inside the quiet room. the covers shifted a bit and a disgustingly familiar body heat hit your skin as two large hands caressed your skin. 

“baby? i’m gonna introduce you to my friends, that’s okay right? it’s time i show off my pretty baby~” you heard him coo. you bit your lip, how can this man act like your relationship with him is normal... you then became painfully aware of the bruises and scars on your body making you self-conscious as you tried to make yourself smaller. 

“they’ll see all of these” he whispered sweetly with a dazed look on his eyes as he traced the marks that were in purple-y and reddish hues that it was too nauseating to look at but suna thought it was so beautiful on you.

suna spent all afternoon dolling you up, fixing your short dress that shows every mark he gave you. your eyes looked at your reflection. you teared up at the sight. you didn’t look like yourself anymore... 

tired eyes that sagged with dark bags under it. a deep purple bruise on your cheek. your bottom lip was cut from suna’s slap, neck decorated with hickeys and fingerprints, skin discolored.

the man behind you started whistling the godforsaken tune he always sang under his breath as he combed your hair. after fixing your hair, he let his hands down on your shoulders and looked at you through the mirror. 

“ain’t you a pretty little thing...” he muttered, admiring you. you let your gaze shift down to your lap as the male carried you to the living room. 

“now behave.” his word was final as always. do not question it nor do you go against it. or he’ll hurt you... again and again...

a loud voice cut through the quiet atmosphere in the apartment and impatient knocks was heard. “suna! open the damn door, already!” 

the dark-haired male sighed and went to the door. your heart started beating a little too fast. when his guests see you, or your state, you’ll get away from here... or maybe he’ll hurt them too... you shook your head. trying to stay positive so you can get out of this hellhole.

a tall man with golden dyed locks entered the room along with someone who looked similar to him though their hair was different. honey brown eyes lock with your tired ones, you were hopeful when you saw the confusion in his eyes. 

the man looked back to suna who stood next to him, you knew you were saved when the two identical men glared at him but then they started talking--

“geez! here i thought you’ll be gentler now that you met your soulmate!”

“suna? gentle? like hell. now where’s the food. you promised me food, suna” 

your eyes got teary as you suppressed a gasp. of course, his friends were as insane as he was. 

the golden haired male then smiled at you like there was nothing wrong. like he doesn’t see all the fucking bruises on your body, “hey, darlin’~ suna’s been beating you, huh? were you misbehaving~?” 

suna growled at the man and shoved him, “shut the fuck up, atsumu” the two started bickering like everything was normal as they ignored you...

you sniffled and turned to the light nudged from your side, you looked at the other male that entered the apartment. the man offered you some pudding as a spoon was hanging from his lips. “you look like you need it, miss” he said, his face unfazed. 

you took the pudding with shaking hands and lowered your head as the three men walked around the room, conversing with each other. 

maybe, suna’s right... life would be easier if you just accepted him. you were stuck with him now and always and his name on your skin will forever be the reminder of that.