Atsumu was alone and broken without a purpose. So why not fuck around with a devil? Literally.
Nsfw story~!
Warnings:
Mentions of death
Mentions of suicide
Foul language
Mature events
So I was hella inspired on this story but lost it the last two c...
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"Atsumu Miya."
He knew what that meant.
He knew he had to start his job eventually.
Although sometimes, he felt he wasn't ready.
Sure he's done things with many people, but the devil?
What happens if he can't satisfy him, he dies?
He met the eyes of Kiyoomi.
What he saw sent chills down his spine.
His eyes were half closed, although the part of his eyes showing, were filled with fire. His tail swayed on the floor in a slow motion. His wings drooped down with little fluttering movements.
He had never seen Kiyoomi with such strong desire shown in his features.
He looked so sinister.
In the depths of hell, he fell frozen.
Kiyoomi walked forward, using his tail to wrap around Atsumu's back and pull him until their breaths hit one another's faces.
"Starting now, you're mine."
Kiyoomi whispered into his ear before kissing down his neck.
The boy was stiff, his body seemed to relax the more he felt the devil's hands.
Kiyoomi's touch was hot yet soft. The way his touch trailed from the boy's ribs to his waist made Atsumu become filled with a different emotion.
He was no longer nervous, he was slowly being devoured by a firing lust.
Kiyoomi slowly moved his head up so his face was just above the others. His inhuman features seemed to have disappeared. The only thing standing out was the expression on his face.
Black irises that seemed to sparkle. Eyelids laid lazily. A heavy smirk playing at his lips. A slight red brushed on his face due to the heat of the situation.
Thirst, Desire, Lust all shown in his gaze. Emotion poured out of his eyes.
