sakusa had a bad feeling in his gut. not just one of sickness or a virus, but one of suspicion. something was happening, something he wouldn't be pleased with.
to whom and what? he didn't know.
he drove in the rain, one of his hands gripping the steering wheel and the other laying on his phone. he was waiting for a text, your text.
delivered, 21 mins ago.
that shit was irritating to him.
he was making his way towards you, he had told you he was coming. he didn't need an invitation nor did he want one, he liked being spontaneous.
kiyoomi omw. 22 mins ago
that's what read on your phone screen at the moment.
why didn't you answer?
"F-FUCK?!"
you were too busy getting your insides filled like you needed to, by someone who wasn't sakusa. you thought, if he could cheat so could you? you weren't even official. so why did it matter? Ashy was their a double standard?
because sakusa was possessive.
you were his even if you didn't want to be.
"that's it.." the guy would whisper in your ear, his dick going in and out and in and out of you. his hand fondling your ass gently as he kissed of your spine.
shivers.
you didn't take any time to look at the lit up screen, you didn't want too. your mind felt cloudy at the pleasure, so many things going on at once.
you were so close.. so so close..
"shit.." he cursed as he felt your walls tighten against his dick, he was close too, and the feeling of his dick pulsating inside of you was one of excitement and anticipation.
anticipation for your orgasm.
but alas, things don't always work out right for you, even if you wished they had.
sakusa felt, jealous.
disgusted. disturbed. sick.
he felt sick knowing that your insides were being filled by another man. the insides that he had molded to fit him perfect.
you made eye contact, the count of the rain being the only thing that could be heard.
silence, for once.
the guy pulled out quickly, making you whimper even if you don't want to.
that was his last straw.
sakusa told him to get his shit and get out, practically throwing him out of the room along with his clothes, waiting for the door of your apartment to be shut before he could deal with you.
"who the fuck do you think you are..?" he asked, watching as you avoided his sharp eyes, your body now covered in a silky red robe.. one that he had bought you, of course.
he was an asshole, but a nice one.
kiyoomi walked towards you, anger in his face as you grabbed your jaw, his grip tight, almost hurting you, "look at me when im fuckin talkin to you."
your eyes met his.
guilt, it what you felt.
"sorry.." you quietly let out, you couldn't help it. you were manipulated and to be quite honest under his spell.
not even just because of the good sex, but because he made you feel a way no one else could.
despite him being unfaithful, despite him being manipulative and a slight gaslighter, when it was good.. it was good.
"don't ever do that shit again you here me? ill kill whoever touches you, looks at you, breathes your air. you're meant for me and only me. do you know how much it hurts my feelings to know someone else was inside you, y/n?" he asked, his large hand moving from your jaw to your throat, squeezing harshly.
at this point, you didn't know if this was sexual aggression or real aggression. either way, it was bad.
"k-kiyoomi im sorry.." you whimpered out, your voice a bit strained from the choking.
"oh you're sorry..?" he chuckled, holding your throat tighter and tighter as he laid you down.
kiyoomi trailed his fingers down your body after undoing your robe, gently placing his thumb on your clit as he kissed your lips just softly, "this pussy is mine, you're mine. don't do it again."
he then let go of your neck, your lungs finally being filled with air once again.
you watched as he went to go shower, as if he had not just choked you out like some rag doll.
your fingertips gently swiped over your burning throat, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.
