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."
Again? It hasn't been that long.
Surely enough he had to take more.
Although the devil seemed to become more selfish each time.
He seemed frustrated, like he was trying to figure something out.
"Atsumu Miya."
"Atsumu Miya."
"Atsumu Miya."
It was too much.
Every time, Kiyoomi seemed to become less and less gentle.
Teasing, choking, overstimulation.
It was just too much.
Way too much.
Kiyoomi was a true sadist.
Atsumu was so tired. Exhausted. He really couldn't handle it anymore.
His body hurt. He needed rest.
Bags developed under his eyes.
He could barely see his friends.
Not that he wanted to, all his free time he spent resting.
His eyes were constantly puffy from crying.
So this was the devil's lust?
It was dreadful.
Torture.
He was just so tired.
Sometimes he wondered if he would rather take the torture than this but that thought scared him. He wondered if he killed himself, where would he go then?
Kiyoomi slowly started to notice it. His whimpers instead of moans. The face he makes when his name gets called. Sometimes he even fell asleep during it.
