.ﾟ+. : summary — You're an ordinary girl who works at an even more ordinary Café. Although, you've been having sleep paralysis lately— what happens when a devil tells you he's dedicated to keeping you alive?
ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ details -> this is porn with plot, mentions of murder, daigo gets off on seeing reader cry, reader has a cat, daigo takes multiple personalities to heart, porn porn, i cannot stress this enough, there is porn, fluff at some points, angst at some points too, p in v, reader is a female, blowjob, ass eating, face sitting, daigo can take his mask off in this, excessive cum, creampie(s), pain kink if u squint, its just daigo being a sex freak tbh. enjoy :3c !!
a / n — .txt : this is specifically for the daigo lovers. i love him. i want him desperately. i want him carnally. and i strived to make a great daigo fic cs i wanna fuck him!!!!!!! (this will be cross posted on ao3!)
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It started off slow, not being able to move during specific times in the night. It scared you a bit, but eventually you got used to it.
You never saw anything. You never heard anything. In the beginning, anyway.
You weren’t religious by any means, but you always believed there was something worse out there– worse than any murderer, or any criminal. You believed there was true evil out there.
Maybe that’s why it— He– Targeted you; or at least, that’s how it felt.
You were out late, closing up at the cafe where you worked. You were antsy to get home and sleep, fatigue settling into your bones. You wave goodbye to the last customer before cleaning up the tables, chairs, and counters. Usual tasks, taking out the trash before switching the sign from open to closed. You grab your keys and head home, the summer heat brushing against your face despite it being at least midnight.
The ride isn’t long, but it isn’t that short. The usual bustling of cars dwindled down to a few passing you on the way home. You enter through the driveway, twisting your key and exiting the car.
Once you get to your door, it takes a few moments of fumbling before you get the door open.
You step in and are welcomed by your cat purring and rubbing against your leg, you smile before shutting the door behind you. You lean down to pet her head, “Aww, did you miss me?” she meows back in return.
Leaning upwards, you toss your bag onto the table, along with your keys. You ponder whether or not to shower, ultimately deciding yes. The shower lasts about thirty minutes. You step out and grab the towel, taking two minutes or so to dry off.
After that, you shimmy yourself into your sleeping clothes and climb comfortably into bed. You feel your cat climb into it with you, nuzzling against your leg before she, seemingly, gets ready to sleep along with you.
It’s easy to fall asleep.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three.
Your eyes shoot open, the room feeling exceptionally cold. You don’t feel the presence of your cat anymore, but you do feel something. Something— Someone’s gaze. You attempt to look around before realizing—
Can’t move again.
Your eyes can barely spot anything, and the room is so dark it feels like you’re looking through a void. You try to move despite knowing you can’t. It takes a few minutes before your eyes get accustomed to the dark.
That’s when you hear it.
Breathing.
You hear it to the left, just out of your sight. The bed dips to your left, right next to your arm— like someone or something is pushing it down to let you know it’s there. Tears well up in your eyes from the fear, before you hear something again.
“Shhh.”
If you could scream, you would, but you’re lying there– defenceless, useless, and most of all– terrified. You shut your eyes tightly, your chest heaving as your heart thumps wildly in your throat. You feel your heartbeat everywhere: chest, throat, stomach, and ears. It almost hurts.
Something cold touches your arm, and your heart nearly stops. You’re convinced this is how you die.
It’s a finger. One, two, three, four, five. Five fingers wrap around your arm. Sweat builds up on you from the adrenaline, and then it makes a sound.
It’s like it growls, low and guttural. The hand travels to your chest, then to your throat. Instead of being cold, the palm heats up when it makes contact with your neck.
The bed dips down even more, and you finally open your eyes to attempt to get a glimpse of what— or who- exactly, is tormenting you right now.
Bright blue eyes stare back at you, glowing above your head— no mouth in sight. You can tell that it’s something against its face, a mask maybe. The mask is golden, adorned by two big horns on the top that slowly turn gold near the edges.
It blinks.
You blink.
You choke– “What—” you’re confused as to why you can suddenly speak, but you don’t let that stop you. “What, what are you?” it comes out in a pathetic stutter.
You feel its chest against your arm, his other hand pressed beside your head— he tilts his head to the side.
“You can speak?”
He has the voice of a man. Deep, flat, and dead. His husky voice startles you. You don’t want to speak again, and he senses that.
His palm leaves your throat and caresses your cheek, his eyes seem to be searching for any discomfort— he finds it. His claws graze your cheek, and you flinch, fat tears rolling down the apple of your cheeks.
“Don’t cry,” he whispers, “I would never hurt you.”
You don’t know why, but the longer you look into his eyes, the faster your heartbeat stabilizes.
“So..” you gulp, “what are you?” you ask again.
He stays silent for a second, his eyes squinting as if he’s thinking. The mere fact that he’s thinking about it makes you wonder if he’s human.
“I’m something of an attachment, you could say,” he starts, eyes locked onto yours, “although, unlike other attachments, I’m far more powerful.”
Your body shakes underneath his gaze, “Are you like…a demon?”
He chuckles, and you can see his eyes move in a way that seems like he’s smiling beneath the golden mask. “Stronger than that.”
“The other thing stronger than a demon is—” you stop yourself before you can even speak it. It scares you to say it. Could this man— this being– actually be? Could he actually be—
“Devil.” he finishes.
You freeze, everything freezes. Your body heats up, and the thumping of your heart returns.
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”
“No. I remember specifically saying I wouldn’t hurt you, do you not trust me?”
You don’t know why, but you find it in yourself to scoff.
“No, I don’t trust you!” you shout, voice trembling, “You just told me that you’re a devil— A fucking devil! I’ve never even believe you— they– were real! This is crazy!”
“Calm down,” he sharply hisses, both hands making contact with your shoulders and pushing you against the comfort of your bed, “I’m here every night. You just don’t see me.”
He watches as your face trembles, the familiar face of you crying, slowly building up to burst into full sobbing. He groans and adjusts his position, nearly straddling you. He places your legs over his and wraps his arms around your body; engulfing you.
“Don’t cry. I’m not here to harm you. I’m your attachment.” he sighs out, his cold mask rubbing against your chest. Your hands tremble as you raise them to finally touch him, grazing over his back– your fingertips outline the shape of a face. He has details everywhere, there’s no way you could possibly remember every part of him.
He whispers your name into your skin, fingertips tracing shapes into your hip and your back.
“I-I just, don’t understand,” you sob out, voice crackling as you do, “How are you even attached to me? What did I do to make this happen?”
“It’s complicated. Let’s just call it fate.” he mumbles into your chest.
He hums, “Your breathing..” he sighs, “You’re going to pass out soon.”
You whine into nothing as you feel your fatigue catching up to you. “No..” you croak, and he just raises his face toward yours, a dark strand of hair falling over his mask.
“Good Night.”
Darkness engulfs you.
When you open your eyes, it’s daytime and you feel your cat against your leg. Was it a dream? Your breathing is heavy when you drag yourself to the bathroom to wash up, the sweat from last night causing your body to be sticky and moist.
You look into the mirror and let out a pitiful, ear-numbing shriek. You spot the devil behind you. Finally seeing him in the light, he’s like something out of a novel. Faces of agony carved into his chest with stone spikes poking out from his shoulder pads. You notice that a few spots of his body have black and gold smoke pouring out from the cracks. He towers over you, at least 6’1.
“Holy shit— You almost gave me a heart attack.”
He stays silent, just tilts his head and steps closer, eyes locked onto you within the mirror. He curls his hand loosely around your waist, and you turn around to see with him— you’re met with emptiness. Your eyes lock back onto the mirror, and you still see him with his hand around your waist.
He gives your stomach a quick squeeze before speaking, “Since you’ve seen me, I can show myself whenever need be.”
You wiggle in his grasp, “This is so weird.” you mumble, and you see his eyes crinkle again, a small chuckle escaping him.
“It’s time for work.” he reminds you.
“Oh.”
You get ready with his help, but then it hits you when you grab your keys– head tilting to the side, turning around to see where he his, you don’t see him, but you ask anyway, “What’s your name?”
You hear him speak from behind you, “Daigo.” It startles you, but you turn around, seeing him near the door.
“Oookay, Daigo. Can you not scare my customers?” you plead.
His eyes crinkle, “They can’t see me. I’ve only put my energy into your eyes, which makes it so that I can do whatever I want with you— I’d have to do the same with them if I wanted them to see me.”
You clasp your hands together, “Great! Then let’s get to work.”
Honestly, you thought having a devil attached to you would be a lot scarier than this. It’s like having someone to talk to at all times.
He stands with you behind the counter and even hands you cups! It’s a bit awkward having to tell him to stand outside when you use the bathroom, but you’ll get used to it.
When there are no customers, that’s the only time you get to talk to him.
You lean on the counter, and scroll mindlessly through your phone, “Were you always a devil? Like, were you born this way?”
He stands directly behind you, “It’s complicated. I died a long time ago.”
“Oh,” you turn around and look at him, “can I ask how?”
“I may not answer.”
“How?”
He sighs heavily, “I was murdered. So, as I was looking for vengeance, it consumed me as a whole. There were multiple spirits around me, and I heard that my murderer had died. I,” he spares a moment to look down, “I had stopped them all from passing on, and consumed their souls into mine. That caught the eye of a demon– He was a shogun. He told me in order to get what I wanted, I would have to be a devil.”
He explains that turning into a devil wasn’t easy, how he had abandoned his brother and sister simply so he could return the favor of his murderer. It’s a sad story.
“Why did you attach to me then? Did someone in my family murder you?”
He squints.
“No.”
You let out a sigh of relief.
“In the realm—” he pauses for a moment, as if worried someone might hear, “We watch over people who are soon to die in disgusting and vulgar ways. Most of the time, it’s our job to make sure they happen. However, it’s against the rules to stop it.”
He looks down, ashamed.
Your face twists into one of confusion, “Wait, wait, so you’re saying… You saved my life, Daigo?”
“He would have killed you last night.”
Oh.
“Who?” you ask.
“Robber. He followed you home from work and was planning on robbing you as you slept. I saw into his mind– It was terrible.” he winces, “He wanted to do horrible things to you, I couldn’t let that happen.”
“What did you do to him, Daigo?”
“Don’t ask.” he looks up from the floor, his hands raising to be placed on the counter behind you, “I won’t let anyone hurt you. Do you understand?”
You gasp, “Yes. I understand, Daigo.”
His head swings to the door, and he hisses, “Customer.”
You turn back to the counter and continue working, silently thanking Daigo for saving your life even though you didn’t know he did. The day goes on until it’s time to go home again, this time, instead of being followed unknowingly, Daigo follows you like a guard dog to his master.
Once you get home, you watch as he phases through the door and opens it for you from the other side, his bright blue eyes staring back at you.
Your cat purrs and rubs against your leg like usual, and Daigo shuts the door behind you.
“Is it time to shower?” he asks as you walk to throw your bag on the counter, along with your keys, again.
“It is.” you answer, walking upstairs and to the bathroom.
As you enter the bathroom, the question suddenly stings your brain like a bee, and you swing around with such vigor that you see his eyes widen.
“What’s the problem?” he asks in a concerned tone. You look at him with your mouth gaping like a fish out of water, “You said you’ve always been here, right?” Your body begins to heat up.
“Yes?” he tilts his head to the side, confused.
“Have you seen me like... naked?”
His eyes crinkle.
“Perhaps.”
“Daigo!” you shout, slapping your hand against his arm, “Why would you do that?!”
“I don’t see the problem,” he growls, seemingly in defence from being hit all of a sudden.
“My body is very special to me!”
“Just take the shower.” he hisses, hands reaching to your top and tearing it with ease. Your boobs shake from the force and your hands fly to cover your breasts, despite still having your bra on. You shout his name again, and he just turns you around, reaching into the shower to put the water on, he does it just how you like it.
After that, he simply exits the bathroom, and you’re free to be as stunned as you want to. Once you recover, you take a shower.
Once you leave, you go into your room with the towel wrapped around your body before changing into your lounging clothes, and hop into bed.
Daigo phases through the wall and slithers into bed beside you. He curls into you, head above yours, with his arm over your waist. You squirm and he groans, “It’s sleeping time. Don’t move.”
You huff, “I’m trying to get used to you smothering me. You act so differently at night.”
He hums, “I do?”
“Yes,” you laugh, “You do.”
He presses his mask into your cheek and inhales your scent, “Get used to it.”
It’s been a few months since then. You’ve gotten used to Daigo being quiet in the day and clingy by night. Although recently, something has changed– something about Daigo’s changed.
You’ve noticed.
He stares at you for longer than usual, and his touches linger. You don’t know why they do, they just do. You feel strongly about him now as well; the thought of him being your attachment forever doesn’t make you fearful anymore, in fact, it makes you happy.
Tonight was the night it solidified the fact.
You’re lying in bed, he’s standing in the far corner, just staring at you.
“Daigo? What’s wrong?”
He takes a few steps forward, his body leaning over the bed and over your face– his face hovers over yours. His eyes looked pained, and his pupils are dilated, the black nearly engulfing the light blue you’re so used to.
“Daigo. What’s happening? You’re acting so weird.”
“I wish to engulf you.”
“Wha?” you make a confused sound, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout, “I thought you said you weren’t going to hurt me.”
He shakes his head with a huff, “That’s not what I mean.”
You suck in a sharp breath, his tone catching you off guard. It’s different from how he usually speaks to you.
“Then what do you mean, Daigo?”
“I want to ruin you.”
The silence lingers. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. He climbs into the bed, body dipping right in between your legs with his eyes facing yours. You whisper his name against his mask, and he hums– you feel the vibrations when he presses his mask against your lips.
“Say you want me to ruin you—”
You sigh against him and melt into his body. “Say it,” the vibrations are sent to your core, straight to the heat between your legs, “Please.”
“Daigo– I,” you gasp when he rolls his hips against yours, eliciting a groan from himself, “I want you to ruin me.”
He leans his body backward and hooks his fingers underneath his mask, the gold on the side of his cheeks retracting into his skin as he removes his mask. Despite the dark room, you can tell he’s handsome.
You don’t get to dwell on it for too long before he presses his mouth against yours. He audibly groans into your mouth and lets his cold tongue fall into you. You whine and hold onto his shoulders, spreading your legs a bit as he presses his knee into your core.
“I want you,” he growls out between kisses, “I need you.” Your eyes roll back at the sheer amount of force he’s using to kiss you. It’s heated, like a volcano erupting. His hands slide up your stomach, underneath your shirt, and to your breasts.
You suck on his tongue as he kneads your left breast, his other hand pulling and rubbing circles around your perky nipple. His hands are hot, his whole body is hot. He hisses when you nip on his tongue, causing him to pull away for a gasp of air.
When he does, you can finally look at his face— black surrounds his eyes almost like a domino mask, except it’s built into his skin. You notice that his eyes aren’t white like humans; instead, the white around the blue is black.
“You’re staring.”
“I,” you’re cut off by him pulling on your nipples with a scoff, “I can’t help it.” you whine out.
He breathes heavily through his nose before pulling your shirt over your head. He ogles your breasts for a second before diving in. He bites at your nape, licking at your neck. He drags his tongue down the middle of your chest, sucking deep marks into your skin.
His tongue laps all the way over to your nipple, sucking on the areola before licking at your nipple. Fingertips pull at your other nipple, twisting left and right before pulling again.
“Oh my god, Daigo–” you moan out, grinding your clothed cunt against his knee.
He groans into your boob, “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you.” he growls.
Daigo pulls away from your body and adjusts his position, pulling you onto his lap. Now lying on his back, his hair falls messily over your pillow. You feel him fumble with something near his crotch, and it sounds like he’s ripping something off— the heat grows when you feel his heavy cock slap against your stomach.
“Rub against it.” he says in a breathy tone. “So fucking hard it hurts.” he hisses.
You oblige. Grinding your clothed pussy messily against his cock. You see his eyes roll back, the black engulfing them. His clawed hand rises up to your waist, thumb pulling at your shorts, smoothly tearing them. He reaches behind your ass to discard the torn material before using his other hand to press his swollen cock between your slick folds.
His tip rubs against your stomach as your pussy slides against his base, his balls grinding against the curve of your ass.
Your hands slide down his chest, to the tip of his dick to rub in circular motions as you grind against the rest of his dick. He sucks in a breath before bucking his hips upwards, “Put it inside–” he moans out, watching you bite your lower lip.
“Can I suck you off first?”
“I want to fuck you.”
“Daigo, please.”
He groans, sliding his hand through his hair, a few strands sticking to his sweat soaked skin, “Suck it after.”
He hooks his hands underneath your ass, lifting you until the tip of his cock prods at your soaked entrance. Your body is shaking in anticipation, his claws digging into the fat of your ass.
He lifts his hips, his cock not entering and slipping against your clit— you let out a small whine and grab ahold of his base to assist him.
“Is it gonna fit?” you breathe out, eyes flicking to his face to see his jaw tighten.
“I don’t care.”
He sighs for a moment, retracting what he said.
“I do care– I’ll just make it fit.”
The tip of his cock pushes at your entrance again. You place your left hand against his chest, using your right to hold his cock straight. You slowly sink down, feeling his thick dick stretching your hole. He hisses, the sheer warmth of your pussy overwhelming him.
It takes a few agonizing minutes before you finally get down to his base, feeling his bulbous tip poke and prod at your cervix.
“So–” he cuts himself off with a sharp intake of air, “So fucking tight.”
Your head is reeling, and you feel dizzy. “You’re too big, Daigo.”
“Please—” he groans, wrapping his hands around your waist, “Please, just fuck me.”
You whine, dragging your hips off his cock, to the tip before slowly going back down. You feel his cock twitch in your stomach, the usual scowl on his face rewritten by pleasure. You continue going slow, not noticing the way his eyebrows are knitted together in frustration.
“Faster.”
“Daigo–” you start, lips trembling, “Your dick is way too big for me.”
He groans, sitting up so that his chest is now pressed against yours, “Sit up a bit.” you listen and lift your ass up just slightly into the sky. He wraps his arms completely around your body, his hand digging into your ass cheek.
He slowly adjusts his position, now on his knees with his feet against his ass. You wrap your legs around his waist, still feeling his swollen dick twitching inside of you. He pulls his hips back, slowly pushing them forward.
You let out a slow whine, your hands digging into his shoulders. “I’m sorry if this hurts,” he moans against your ear, “Your pussy just feels too good.”
He slams his cock into your pussy, causing your eyes to swell up with tears– the tip of his dick bullying your cervix. The pleasure nearly overwrites the pain. Feeling his thick cock recklessly fucking into your cunt– it drives you crazy.
You can’t help the tears that stream down your face, your lips falling open as strings of moans escape.
He leans his head back once he hears you choke out a sob, his eyes searching your face for any amount of pain. He presses his lips against yours, drinking up all your broken sobs before mumbling against you, “Don’t cry– Please,”
You respond with a broken sob of his name. Each sob you make causes his dick to twitch, silently but surely pushing him toward his edge.
You feel the coil in your stomach. Muscles tensing as he fucks his cock into your spasming cunt. Your eyes roll back as he nips at your lips, licking up all the drool that spills from your gaping mouth.
“Squeezing me s’good. Pussy must fucking love me, she doesn’t want me to leave. Isn’t that right?” he growls into your lips, grinning when you stupidly nod against him, “That’s right,” he whispers, delivering a sharp smack to your ass, “This slutty pussy loves me.”
You whine out his name, “Daigoo– It’s too much,” you attempt to say, it comes out as babbling, but he still understands you nevertheless.
“I know, I know.” he sighs out, increasing the force in which he fucks you with. Your pussy squelches loudly, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. Your legs shake, heels digging into his back as he pierces into you.
The pressure keeps building, bubbling up into your stomach. Your cunt spasms, squeezes, trying to milk his cock. You’re so close to cumming that you can feel the fireworks dancing on your tongue, the pressure nearly hurting your stomach.
He presses his tongue against your cheek, licking up your salty tears– large fangs pressing against the fat of your cheek, “I feel it. You squeezing around me…” he breathes heavily against your skin. “Cum on me. Do it.”
He angles his dick just right so it slams against your sweet spot each time he thrusts. It doesn’t take you long before you’re pushed over the edge. It feels like an explosion, his hips rutting into you as you reach your release. White dots spray over your vision as your eyes roll back, and you babble out please, without even knowing what you’re asking for. His hand yanks your head back before he sinks his teeth into your neck. Squirt sprays from you in tiny spurts, splashing against his abdomen and coating his cock in even more of your juice.
You borderline shriek out his name, and he growls into your neck. His thrusts frantic as he chases his own high. He growls out a muffled ‘cumming’ into your neck before he thrusts; one, two, three, more times before emptying his sticky cum inside of you.
It seeps out, overflowing from your hole. You can feel it slide against your asshole, sticking to the insides of your thighs and bloating your stomach. It stains your sheets, and he makes a mental note to remind you to change them.
Your body is overwhelmed, feeling too full. You don’t realize that his cock still stands at full mass. He stays still inside you for a few minutes, just letting your sensitive pussy massage his dick— which unbeknownst to you, causes a few more spurts of cum to exit from his swollen tip.
“Take it out..” you whimper. He simply mumbles a quick, ‘sorry’ before laying you down on your back. Once he does, he spreads your legs and watches his cum spill from your used cunt.
He feels sort of bad for fucking you raw, but not really.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Sorta..” you reply slowly.
“Can you.. Still suck me off?”
You glance at him, squinting your eyes as your legs spasm from just him spreading them apart.
“Really? You’re asking me that after you just fucked the shit out of me?”
“I really would be grateful.” he gives the best kitten eyes that he learned from your cat, before you sigh heavily.
You place your hands on your face, before mumbling, “I’m not moving though.” He replies with a quick ‘ok’ before moving to be by your face, getting on his knees.
You move your hands to grab ahold of his already leaking cock, still seeing a frothy ring of cum around his base and some dripping from his balls. You place your hands around the base, slowly jacking him off before letting your tongue loll out from your mouth, licking circles around his tip.
He sighs, placing one hand on your boob and the other on your throat. You pull his tip into your mouth with ease, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Your mouth feels amazing too..”
Your lips twitch upward as you increase the speed of your hands, jacking him off in a circular motion as you lick beneath his tip and suck at the excess skin there.
His eyes roll backwards before landing back onto your face, his hand kneading into your breast before hesitantly, sliding down your body and to your sensitive pussy.
He dips two fingers into your hole to scoop out some of his cum, using it as lube to rub your puffy clit. You whine onto his cock, the vibrations shooting pleasure throughout his veins.
You take him deeper into your mouth, your hands bumping into your lips every now and then– you bob your head up and down his cock. He’s rewarding by seeing the outline of his cock in your cheeks.
He lets out a tiny groan, letting his head fall back.
“Gonna cum.” he sighs out, letting his head fall to the side to watch you attempt to swallow his cum. You definitely cannot swallow it all. He shoots spurts of sweet, candied cum down your throat. The taste is salty and sweet, almost like caramel. It sticks to the roof of your mouth and lingers on your taste buds. You pull back with a gasp as he continues shooting more and more of it over your body, your hands still working on his cock. It drips down your chin, seeps into your hair, and pools around your neck.
It dribbles from the tip of his cock as he attempts to catch his breath, eyes wild with lust.
You try to catch your breath too, “Why do you cum so much? It tastes different than I thought it would.”
He laughs for a second, wiping your eyes of the tears from earlier.
“Devil things, I suppose.”
You hum in response, his hands dipping underneath your body to pick you up.
He lays back onto his back and sits you directly on his face, instead of your pussy at his mouth– it’s your ass.
“Daigo– I really don’t think I can handle much more…” you whine, squirming as he licks at your hole, using his thumb to spread it a bit more.
“You can, for me. Bear it a little longer, please?”
“Daigo..” you sigh.
He continues doing what he wants. Sucking on your perky hole, extending his pointed tongue to lap up the mixture of your pussy juices on your ass and the taste of your hole. He presses his lips against it in a soft kiss before sucking on it again, the tip of his thumb rubbing the side of it as he pushes his tongue deeper and deeper.
His nose rubs against your other hole, feeling it cutely squeeze around his nose, almost like she still wants something inside her.
You can’t help but grind your ass down into his mouth, the feeling nearly overwhelming your senses again. He groans into your asshole, mumbling about how good you taste and how your body was made for him.
It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming again, grinding your ass against his face and fucking it on his tongue. He uses his hands to place you beside him on the bed, eyes scrutinizing your face.
“Was that too much?”
You giggle out, relaxing against the bed, face squished against his big arm, “You care a lot for a devil.”
His lips purse in a thin line, “I know, it’s only for you.”
You look up at his face in the darkness, raising your hand to lightly trace the darkness around his eyes, “I think..” you start.
“Yes?” he hums in response, his head leaning into your touch.
“I think I love you, Daigo.”
It lingers. Heavy. The thought of being rejected by this foreign object sinking into your chest like a knife, slowly but surely wounding you.
“Is that so?”
You nod into his arm, eyes full of worry as you watch his face. His lips curl into a soft smile, his hand caressing your hair.
“I believe I love you, too. Very much actually. More than I should. I would die for you— again.”
Your grin widens, and you nuzzle your face into his muscles, feeling him tense for a moment before relaxing again. “Stay attached to me forever, Daigo. I don’t want you to ever leave.”
“I won’t. I would never even dream of leaving you. I love you.” he says as he readjusts his position, wrapping his arms around you in an embrace, your face pressed against his chest.
“I won’t let anyone or anything tear us apart, even if it causes the Earth to collapse. I love you.”
He loves me. He loves you. The devil is in love with you, and you fell in love with a devil.
