Fascination
Noun
the power to fascinate someone; the quality of being fascinating.
"television has always held a fascination for me"
Trigger Warning:
Slight implications of murder, Yandere, Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Swearing.
Note before we start:
Okay so first things first, Sabito is aged up, and alive. He's 21 and the reader is 18/19, sO IT'S OKAY Y'ALL. Also, please be nice, I haven't written stories before. Oh, and make sure to buckle up because this is gonna be a ride and a half. (Also I haven't slept okAY LET'S START THIS!)
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"Do you love me?"
Sabito's breathing was laboured, his hand clenched in a fist. It was around 1:30AM when he had knocked on the younger girls door. The girl, (Y/N), stared up at Sabito, her eyes glimmering under the moonlight with worry.
She swallowed, her hands reaching up to hold his cheeks, her wide eyes locking with his oddly dark and malicious eyes. It wasn't like him to show up so late before, the latest being 9PM before she would go to bed to wish her goodnight or to drop off a small souvenir that had reminded him of her.
Yet, here he was, in the early hours of the morning, looking like a mess. Maybe he had lost someone, or a mission didn't go as planned. She tried to make excuses, dismissing his odd eyes and behavior as something that was common with both Demon Slayers and Hashira alike.
". . .S-Sabito- I-"
The male scowled, walking forward and pinning her much smaller frame against the wall, being mindful of not hitting her head too hard or bruising her of any sorts. He wouldn't dare forgive himself if he had hurt the girl, the one who he had been pinning after for over 3 years.
He didn't like how she hesitated, his bloody hands holding her shoulders in a vice like grip, his teeth bared like an animal. His breathing became much more ragged, pressing her more into the wall.
The younger girl reacted with a small whimper, her body shaking with fear as she locked eyes with the peach haired man, whose eyes were like that of the demons she was so scared about.
She heard tales from her parents about the man eating demons, not believing such silly tales until her parents were attacked and killed. She blamed herself for not protecting them, but she was also thankful for Sabito coming to the rescue.
"Do you need me?"
The smaller girl responded with a choked sob, eyes closing in pain as she tried to push him away. Her heart raced as she struggled to push him away, her much smaller hands struggling to even move him in the slightest.
Sabito couldn't help but smile lovingly at her, moving one of his hands from her shoulders to her face, caressing it rather lovingly. His touch was gentle, gentle enough for her to calm down and look back up at him.
He loved her eyes, finding them the most beautiful shade of (E/C). When he had first saved her, he remembered how scared she was, her eyes filled with tears. It made his heart flutter when they were trained on him, and only him.
Ever since then, he had gotten to know her rather well, allowing her to confide in him. It escalated over the first few months of knowing her, soon finding it in himself to save her from harm, eliminating anything and anyone who had even the slightest intention of hurting her.
He had fallen in love with her, and yet, she never reciprocated, finding him almost as an older brother figure in her life. He didn't want that, he wanted to be her lover, her husband, the mother of his children.
Sabito gave the girl the sweetest smile he could muster, his hand that rested on her shoulder dropping to her hips, body leaning forward and pressing against hers. His face was dangerously close to hers, his minty breath fanning against her soft lips.
The girl under him blushed heavily, her hands that tried to push him away loosening their grip on his black uniform jacket. They both stared into each others eyes, (Y/N)'s innocent orbs staring up into Sabito's deadly and malicious lavender ones.
The hand that rested on her hip found it's way to the slit of her yukata, shifting the fabric aside to reveal her soft thigh. He ran his fingers over her thigh, his other hand dropping from her cheek to her neck, staring at her flustered face.
"Do you want me?"