Art Deco

altitude

pairing- dark!sirius black x desi!reader w
arning(s)- dark themes, dubcon, religious imagery, blood. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- for my desi girlies <3

his footsteps trudge upon the loose gravel, the festive lights on the street too numb to notice my struggle to run away from the beast. his voice reaches my ears, sending chills down my spine, as i try to run as fast as i can, the cold air swashing on my face. the glamour of the durga idol, the sound of the dhak ringing away into the lonely night stands a stark contrast against the darkness of the alley i run into. my saree slips, my feet sore but he's blood thirsty, like a primal beast running up to his prey.

it's a funny feeling down my stomach, adrenaline drowning me in as he catches me by my wrist.

'i've got you now,' he says, clicking his tongue. he wraps his hand around my throat, pushing my back against his chest, my face tilted back, to meet his dark, storm like eyes. he breaths hot against my skin, pressing his fingers at my arteries. my voice comes out like a pathetic whisper, a broken sob of mercy,

'please, let me go,'

he smiles, moonlight beaming upon his maniacal grin. tutting, he places his cold lips upon my hot skin,

'nuh uh, i don't think so. i've got you after so long,'

the music beats higher, chatters and cheers of people numbing my thoughts. i feel the hotness creeping into my eyes, as i gulp.

'let me go, or i'll scream,' i plea, a pathetic agony of pity. he laughs, his rasp like laughter mixed with the beats of the dhak. he pushes a knife from his wrist. the metal contrasts against the skin of my waist. he traces my skin, turning me around and pushing me harshly against the brick walled alley.

he pushes his ka-bar into the skin of my waist, prolonging the pressure on my throat. he bites my lip, pushing against my skin, cutting into my flesh. the pain sends my head spiraling, the slow cut on my skin, the hot blood trickling down my waist, staining my saree. i scream, but it's drowned, swallowed by the enthusiastic screams of the people who dance away, sing away to the beat of the music.

'fuck, please, stop,' i scream as tears pour down my face, staining the sindoor on my cheeks. he pushes his knee between my thighs, rubbing through the silk fabric of my saree.

'but i like seeing you cry,' he mocks, pushing the knife deeper inside still.

'pl-please stop, i'll do anything you want me to!'

i feel the knife pulled out slowly, and i cry out with pain. he laughs, as he shows off his hand covered in my blood. he pushes his fingers in my mouth, tantalizing the sweet metallic taste of the liquid on my tongue.

'so pretty like that. i wonder what your lips would look like around my cock,' he amuses, forcing my chin straight, locking my eyes with his. he slashes the blood stained knife against the fabric of my saree, ripping it apart. i gargle against his fingers in an attempt to scream, but he's a maniac, laughing as he rips away every piece of my dignity with my clothes.

he taps the knife against my clit, smearing my blood upon my inner thighs. he uses his free hand to unzip his pants, freeing out his cock. he pushes himself inside me, splitting me open with his cock, a dark throbbing in my stomach. it's a burning stretch, paired with pain and shame.

'fuck, your cunt's so tight,' he groans, wrapping my legs around his waist. he tugs at my hair, pushing my face closer to his, pushing his tongue in my mouth, clashing my teeth with his as he kisses me with all the aggression he manages to hold.

and he's ramming into me, slapping his hips against mine, rutting into my guts, thrusting with an animalistic pace, one that makes me loose my breath.

'fuck- oh my god,' i cry, as hotness surges within me. it's like he's pushing into me with the rhythm of the dhak and the music that fills my head. my mouth slacks open as i feel myself drown into a quiet sea of trepid lust. he's ravaging me, as blood still oozes out of my body. he chases his own release, his finger simultaneously circling around my clit. my walls flutter around his girth, the coil of orgasm and a frenzy of drowsiness overcoming me.

'say thank you sirius when you cum,' he demands, increasing the pace of his finger.

his name leaves my lips before the world goes dark.