royal!au where you're to be married off to one of the itoshi brothers, despite having never met them at all. you arrive to their family's magnificent manor in a simple satin gown, a bowed head, and a broken heart.
you have no idea what they look like, don't even know their namesโand spend most of the evening indulging in mindless chatter and eating small pastries instead of getting to know your betrothed. it seems like he wasn't interested in marrying you either, since he never bothered to come down and introduce himself.
no one stays with you, mingling throughout the party and getting drunk on different sparkling drinks instead, and you find yourself gliding down the long halls of the itoshi manor like a ghost. you walk with no destination in mind until you hear the gentle melody of someone playing the piano. magically, at that.
the angelic sound seems like a safe haven for you in the perpetually dark night, and you follow the music with tentative steps.
you soon find yourself in front of a tall, oak door and bow your head through the frame to peer inside. a strand of hair falls in front of your eyes, and you push it away before your gaze falls onto the boy playing the piano inside. you can't see his face; only his back faces you. pale, slender fingers play the instrument in front of him like it was his destiny, and after all the rage and heartbreak you felt throughout the day leading up to tonightโa rare serenity of calm fills the empty hollowness in your chest, warming you entirely.
the boy looks to be about your age, and he remains entirely entranced by the piano in front of him as the pads of his fingertips danceโyou watch his skilled fingers perform stunningly for no one at all. well, besides youโbut rin didn't know you were watching him. not until he hears you sit on the piano stool beside him, smiling shyly with eyes twinkling in the dim moonlight that spills through the glass panes.
his heart skipped a traitorous beat when you asked him to teach you how to play. his lips part, as if you'd rendered him speechless. and you had.
"i... who are you?"
"no one important. tell me, what is your name?" you question softly, round eyes peering up at rin with a shine he'd never once seen before. he tells you his name quietly and asks you for yours before repeating it to himself quietly.
rin doesn't tell you how he forbids everyone, even his own family, from entering his music room. he merely slides a few inches over to give you more room and explains the history of how the piano came to be before placing his palm and fingers over yours.
rin teaches you a simple tune he came up with on the spot that night. it only spanned a few keys and held a slow tempo so you could follow along easily, but it was inspired entirely by the feeling he felt in his chest the moment he saw you smile at him.
rin holds his breath as he watches you play on your own only an hour later, a rare smile gracing his features. there's something about the way you treat his piano, careful fingers pressing down on the keys like they were glassโlike they were alive and you were afraid to hurt themโbefore the tension eased and ebbed out of your form with time.
you'd arrived at the ball at six pm and spent a little under an hour at the actual event. you had spent the rest of the night with rin's hands splayed over yours.
sae was late to his own party for no reason in particular, arriving in a pristine suit and his bright pink hair gelled and styled for the occasion. to say he's intrigued to learn you've been missing for the majority of the party from your mother and father's panicked expression is an understatement.
the first ten minutes with you gone? sure, it made sense. you could be in the bathroom or in line to get some sort of refreshment. after thirty minutes, he decides maybe you're out getting fresh air on the manor's balcony, or perhaps you're strolling through the gardens and giving the forgotten roses outside some much needed attention. but once your time being missing hits the hour mark, his mother approaches him and tells him to go get his brother, who also hasn't come down in a while.
sae knocks on rin's music room door twice, tapping his foot impatiently outside as he thinks about your whereabouts. perhaps you did go to the manor's balcony for fresh air, but maybe you fell off the twenty-foot railing and were lying dead somewhere. for some reason, the thought doesn't seem to stir much of anything in his chest.
he realizes he's been waiting outside the door for far too long now and twists the doorknob with an impatience he didn't usually allow himself to feel.
it takes sae a moment to understand the sight in front of him. rin, smiling softly with his hand over yours, and youโhair pinned back to reveal lovely eyes and painted lips stretched into a smile so magnificent that sae actually blinks to confirm the graceful sight is indeed real.
and then it just clicks. neither of you are paying attention to him, so he takes a step inside. the tension in the air shifts, and finally, you notice him.
"rin, just what do you think you're doing with my wife?"
royal!au where you're to be married off to one of the itoshi brothers, despite having never met them at all. you arrive to their family's magnificent manor in a simple satin gown, a bowed head, and a broken heart.
you have no idea what they look like, don't even know their namesโand spend most of the evening indulging in mindless chatter and eating small pastries instead of getting to know your betrothed. it seems like he wasn't interested in marrying you either, since he never bothered to come down and introduce himself.
no one stays with you, mingling throughout the party and getting drunk on different sparkling drinks instead, and you find yourself gliding down the long halls of the itoshi manor like a ghost. you walk with no destination in mind until you hear the gentle melody of someone playing the piano. magically, at that.
the angelic sound seems like a safe haven for you in the perpetually dark night, and you follow the music with tentative steps.
you soon find yourself in front of a tall, oak door and bow your head through the frame to peer inside. a strand of hair falls in front of your eyes, and you push it away before your gaze falls onto the boy playing the piano inside. you can't see his face; only his back faces you. pale, slender fingers play the instrument in front of him like it was his destiny, and after all the rage and heartbreak you felt throughout the day leading up to tonightโa rare serenity of calm fills the empty hollowness in your chest, warming you entirely.
the boy looks to be about your age, and he remains entirely entranced by the piano in front of him as the pads of his fingertips danceโyou watch his skilled fingers perform stunningly for no one at all. well, besides youโbut rin didn't know you were watching him. not until he hears you sit on the piano stool beside him, smiling shyly with eyes twinkling in the dim moonlight that spills through the glass panes.
his heart skipped a traitorous beat when you asked him to teach you how to play. his lips part, as if you'd rendered him speechless. and you had.
"i... who are you?"
"no one important. tell me, what is your name?" you question softly, round eyes peering up at rin with a shine he'd never once seen before. he tells you his name quietly and asks you for yours before repeating it to himself quietly.
rin doesn't tell you how he forbids everyone, even his own family, from entering his music room. he merely slides a few inches over to give you more room and explains the history of how the piano came to be before placing his palm and fingers over yours.
rin teaches you a simple tune he came up with on the spot that night. it only spanned a few keys and held a slow tempo so you could follow along easily, but it was inspired entirely by the feeling he felt in his chest the moment he saw you smile at him.
rin holds his breath as he watches you play on your own only an hour later, a rare smile gracing his features. there's something about the way you treat his piano, careful fingers pressing down on the keys like they were glassโlike they were alive and you were afraid to hurt themโbefore the tension eased and ebbed out of your form with time.
you'd arrived at the ball at six pm and spent a little under an hour at the actual event. you had spent the rest of the night with rin's hands splayed over yours.
sae was late to his own party for no reason in particular, arriving in a pristine suit and his bright pink hair gelled and styled for the occasion. to say he's intrigued to learn you've been missing for the majority of the party from your mother and father's panicked expression is an understatement.
the first ten minutes with you gone? sure, it made sense. you could be in the bathroom or in line to get some sort of refreshment. after thirty minutes, he decides maybe you're out getting fresh air on the manor's balcony, or perhaps you're strolling through the gardens and giving the forgotten roses outside some much needed attention. but once your time being missing hits the hour mark, his mother approaches him and tells him to go get his brother, who also hasn't come down in a while.
sae knocks on rin's music room door twice, tapping his foot impatiently outside as he thinks about your whereabouts. perhaps you did go to the manor's balcony for fresh air, but maybe you fell off the twenty-foot railing and were lying dead somewhere. for some reason, the thought doesn't seem to stir much of anything in his chest.
he realizes he's been waiting outside the door for far too long now and twists the doorknob with an impatience he didn't usually allow himself to feel.
it takes sae a moment to understand the sight in front of him. rin, smiling softly with his hand over yours, and youโhair pinned back to reveal lovely eyes and painted lips stretched into a smile so magnificent that sae actually blinks to confirm the graceful sight is indeed real.
and then it just clicks. neither of you are paying attention to him, so he takes a step inside. the tension in the air shifts, and finally, you notice him.
"rin, just what do you think you're doing with my wife?"
ft. itoshi rin . itoshi sae . gn! reader . implied afab! reader . ooc! rin (?) . ooc! sae (?) . idk what tgis is . AGED UP! characters . established relationships . ex! sae . sibling rivalry . ur hot ong . ass plot . i cant do ts . smut ig . drabble . idk this is messy . unreliable narrator .
cw: somewhat dub/non-con
wc: 0.3k
synopsis : after breaking up with the prodigy, sae itoshi you realized that you've longed his brother a little bit more... problem was rin itoshi resembled his older brother waaay too much. the way the night went confirmed that, yeah. despite their rivalry they're quite similar.
one thing you've noticed after you broke up with sae was that... you liked his younger brother a lot more... the both of you were the same age, etc. etc.
your biggest problem was that, rin resembled so much of sae you began questioning if you were dating rin because he was rin or if he resembled sae :c
the gaze, actions, the way they talked. you went crazy. shit wasn't adding up anymore. you felt almost a sense of guilt. you genuinely prayed at night that you loved rin because he was rin. it felt wrong.
was it all false? was it just you trying to cover up what you've lost from sae? you were baffled, showered in thoughts that would constantly feel disgraceful and disloyal. you felt depicted as an unfaithful person.
dating their brother to get over them? or to receive some attention or love your former partner never gave you? lowkey, can't blame you.
so, that night when rin invited you over โ you were a little (ahem, quite) confused when he tied a blindfold, covering your eyes (idk how it works t-t)
a calloused, big n warm hand led you to the bedroom, those same hands pushing you onto the soft cushion. hey, those hands feel familiar..
and then, you felt someone tugging at your pants. the moment you opened your mouth to let out a cry, it was quickly switched to a moan as you felt a tongue prodding at your entrance.
"sa- no.. rin.?" you'd mutter out. rin wasn't stupid, he knew you were tryna moan out sae's name instead LMFAO. and you weren't wrong โ it was in fact sae lapping away at your hole :3
that night, the two brothers made sure you'd never get over them. their teamwork is crazy when they try.
โ ยฉiqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025
a/n: hi.. i fear this was a really half-assed drabble but stay with me.. lowkeyu this wouldve been better as angst but i genuinely couldn't produce enough ideas so i just BAYUM did this yay i sometimes forget i genuinely have responsibilities and i'm no longer allowed to dilly dally all over the place... i swaer ill redeem myself soon let me slide pretties.. </3 oh ya, why am i always so overstimmed.. ;-; also why is it always the eng teachers who r so so fine...
you know itโs wrong to fuck your childhood best friend, especially when he has a girlfriend, but with the way his cock is impaling your tight hole right now, all logic leaves your brain as youโre reduced to a dumb, cockdrunk slut whoโs slurring words together and begging for more.
โshit, your pussyโs so tight, babyโฆ shouldโve done this sooner..โ, he grunts, to which you can only reply with moans and strings of incoherent babbles, like โuh huh, uh huhโ! love your cock so muccchhhhโฆ
youโve been in love with him forever, but he seems to have never noticed. in fear of losing your friendship, you ultimately decided not to say anything, but it absolutely killed you when he got a girlfriend.
although tonight, he was surprised to find you in your home, crying while whining about how much you want him, and considering how heโs been getting so annoyed of his girlfriend, it doesnโt take much effort for him to rip your clothes off and stretch you out on his dick. truthfully, heโs always loved you as well, but he just never knew how to bring it up.
which is how you ended in your current predicament, or rather, position. heโs got your legs folded up to your chest, cock pistoling in and out of you at a rough pace as he watches the way his dick forms a bulge in your stomach, groaning at the mere sight of your tiny hole being all fucked open by him. youโve came so much already, and heโs so pent up that heโs been going at it for what feels like eternity.
โgonna break up with her, i swearโฆ i swear babyโฆ youโre so much better than her, pussyโs so warmโฆ just wanna stay inside foreverโ mm, you want that? fffucckk, needed you for so long..โ he pants, rambling on and on as he loses himself in the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around him, your walls fluttering and twitching as you squeeze him so well.
whenever he fucks his girlfriend, itโs a huge risk because he almost, always, moans your name before he stops himself just in time. he really only cums when he closes his eyes and thinks of how you would look, taking him in your mouth or squirming while he pounds you and makes you take everything. when sheโs asleep afterwards, he gets hard again thinking of you and how pretty you are. itโs a chore to even engage in intimacy with his girlfriend, because he feels nothing for her and everything for you, and it pisses him off to no extent when the girl underneath him is her and not you. so now that heโs finally got you, the one heโs been in love with for years, he doesnโt plan on letting go.
โ โm so full,โ eyes rolling back as you whine. โfeels so goodโ! so deep.. canโtโ!โ
he slams into you harder. โgod, been wanting this pussy for years.. came inside her while thinking it was you taking all my cum, thought about you while fucking my fist.โ
โhuhโ! me?โ you sob, barely able to speak. โthen whyโ whyโd you stay with her?โ
โ.. didnโt think you wanted me.โ
โi always wanted you!โ you whimper. โthought about you while touching myself.. wanted to feel you inside me so bad..โ
he mutters, โyeah? had to fuck her in the dark to pretend it was you.โ
โi didnโtโ didnโt know! hnghhh.. โs not fair.. shouldโve been me taking all your cum.. not her.. only want you to fuck me on your cockโ! donโt want you filling anybody else up, only me..โ
โyeah, baby?โ he whispers. โdonโt worryโ shitโ โm gonna fill you up so much, okay? you want that?โ
you hastily nod your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. โplease, pleaseโ! need it, wanna feel you fill me up, have it leaking โcus itโs too much..โ
โwant me to fix it, huh? shitโฆ donโt worry, okay? gonna stuff this pretty pussy until all that pain goes away..โ
his thrusts are rough and start getting more sloppy, until he finally cums, burying himself in you and filling you up just as he promised. heโs panting, groaning while your pussy clenches around him as ropes of hot, thick cum fill you up. he whines, loud and voice cracking as he whimpers โfuck, i love youโ i love you, baby i love you..โ
youโre in such a daze, feeling him pumping his cum endlessly into you. in fact, the both of you are so messed up and drunk on each other right now that you donโt even realize the way his phone lights up with text messages from his girlfriend, asking him where he is, to please come home, and that she loves him.
itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, oliver aiku, otoya eita, itoshi sae, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei, eren jaeger, jean kirstein, porco galliard, reiner braun, satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro + any of your favs!
SUMMARY. you just wanted to prank your friend by giving him a love letter as "payback" for not lending you his notes. it should be easyโ writing it and sending it to him. but why is his brother the one that's reaching out to you the next day?!
[yan! michael kaiser x fem! reader, childhood friends au.]
synopsis: your grandfather once cautioned you against feeding strays. itโs a lesson you wouldnโt fully learn until many years later.
words: 4.6k
cw: yandere themes - obsession, possessiveness, implied stalking, slight dubcon (no nsfw).
a/n: [head in hands] this was supposed to be a drabble
โYou be careful with that, now.โ
At the sound of your grandfatherโs voice, you glance over your shoulder, fixing your attention on the man standing in the doorway, propped up against his cane. Your knees and face are smeared with mud, as any seven year-oldโs would be.ย
You turn back around, cooing gently at the scraggly kitten that eats the canned tuna out of the palm of your hand. You lift your free hand to scratch at its head, smiling as it nuzzles into your hand before going back to the food.
โWhy?โ You ask innocently. โItโs so cute.โ
โItโs a stray,โ your grandfather says, voice dripping with disgust on the last word. โIf you feed it, itโll keep coming back.โ
You frown. Would such a thing be so bad? If the poor little guy was hungry, you would happily indulge it; after all, withholding such a vital thing to its survival would be cruel.
โBut itโs hungry,โ you whine. The kitten polishes off the rest of the tuna before looking up at you and meowing loudly, bumping its head against your palm. Your heart soars at the endearing action.
โIโm serious,โ your grandfather snaps at you in the tone that tells you youโll be in trouble if you donโt listen. You give the kitten one last pet before reluctantly retracting your hand. You bite down on your warbling lip and blink away tears when it meows at your sudden absence in confusion and protest.
You walk over to your grandfather, and he takes your small wrist into his hand. He takes in your crestfallen expression and sighs, shaking his head.
โItโs for the best,โ he says softly. โYou donโt want strays getting attached to you.โ
You look up at him with big, watery eyes. โWhy not?โ
โBecause no matter how much you feed them, theyโll always be hungry, and then theyโll never leave you alone.โ
Despite your grandfatherโs warning, you continue to feed the kitten.
Youโre careful to do it somewhere he wonโt catch you, though. Itโs summer, so youโve been spending a lot of your time in the park thatโs only around the block from your house. Turns out the kitten has been spending lots of time sunbathing there, too, so you make sure to start sneaking out some canned tuna with your packed lunch.
You walk past the swingset and toward the large, twisting slide that youโve gotten used to finding the kitten under this time of day. Your small purple lunch bag bounces against your leg as you skip happily, swinging your arms animatedly. The tune youโre humming gets stuck in your throat and dies as you duck under the play structure and find a small figure already huddled beneath the slide.
A boy in a black hoodie two sizes too big for his frail body sits criss-cross on the floor. Bruised hands gently pet the kitten, which is curled up in his lap and purring softly. He canโt be that much younger than youโ probably only by a yearโ but he seems far smaller than the kids in the grade below you at school, concerningly so.
His head snaps up as your feet come into his line of his vision, wide, impossibly blue eyes locking onto yours. He flinches so hard that the kitten yowls and jumps out of his lap, startled. He curls in on himself defensively and his breathing becomes labored, yet his wide eyes never leave you, tracking your every movement.
You blink in confusion at his reaction. โUm,โ you start to say, but youโre cut off by a loud meow cutting through the air.
You turn to the kitten, which has now settled at your side and is pawing at your lunch bag. You giggleโ of course, itโs already come to know where its next meal is coming from. You pick up the bag and unzip it, producing the canned tuna from inside it. You grunt as you tug at the tab a few times, but finally it gives way and comes off cleanly. You place it down, and the kitten eagerly prances up to it and starts eating out of it.
After a long moment of watching it eat, your eyes drift back to the boy across from you. His eyes are locked onto the kitten with such focus that itโs concerning.
Then, you realize heโs not looking at the kittenโ heโs looking at the tuna sitting on the floor.
You reach back into your bag and take out a sandwich secured tightly in saran wrap. You unwrap it then split it in half, extending your arm out to offer it to the boy.
His eyes dart down to the sandwich and back to you, but he doesnโt make any move to take it.
โHere,โ you say, waving your arm up and down in emphasis. โYou can have some, if you want. Mom always packs too much for me, so Iโm okay sharing with you!โ
He glances back down at the sandwich and hesitates for just a moment more before his hand shoots out, snatching it out of your own and quickly bringing it to his mouth. You avert your eyes back to the kitten as he eats it, slowly working through your own half of your lunch.
When youโre done, you peek into the bag to see what else your mom packed for you. Thereโs a small bag of chips, an orange, and a banana. Maybe itโs a little selfish to keep the chips for yourself, but the boy seems to be just as eager when you set the fruits in front of him, so itโs probably fine.
He finishes eating before you do, and slowly, he inches closer toward you and the cat. He begins petting it again, stealing glances at you when he thinks youโre not looking.ย
Finished with your snack, you crumple the bag up and throw it into your lunch bag before zipping it back up. You brush your hand off on your pants, leaving a smatter of chip dust behind that your mom will probably chide you for later.ย
You look up at the boy, who is already staring at you. He flushes red and is about to look away when you hold your hand to him and introduce yourself.
You tilt your head toward him with a warm smile. โWhatโs your name?โ
Michael waits for you under the slide the next day, and the next, and the one after that.
Days bleed into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. You become permanent fixtures in each otherโs lives. You bring snacks and books, bandages and a gentle touch and an unspoken oath to never ask, never pry. He brings nothing but himself, but for you, that is enough.
Your mother never asks why you pack extra food, or where itโs ending up. She likely just chalks it up to you being a growing girl, and for that, you are grateful.
There are some days, though, where youโre being looked after by your father, who chides you for taking more than you need and makes you put the extras back in the pantry. On those days, you apologize to Michael for the smaller portions you both have, but he simply brushes it off. He says he couldnโt care less if you show up with no food at all, so long as you show up.
At some point, it stops being about the food, you just fail to realize it. Michael never breaks his habit of trailing behind you like your own shadow, and heโs not exactly a sociable person (in fact, his glare alone scares off any other kids your age who try to approach you two), so you figure thereโs still something he wants from you. And because of your upbringing, hand-holding and leaning against each other and hugging is something so normal to you that you cannot even begin to suspect that there is something much different heโs actually after.
Youโre fourteen and heโs thirteen the first time he kisses you.
Itโs a sunny day, but not too hot; thereโs a nice breeze in the air that keeps you cool as you sit in the grass, idly popping grapes into your mouth as you watch Michael kick a ball into a wall over and over again, as is customary for you two these days. As always, he eventually wears himself out and finds his way over to you, collapsing beside you and leaning his full body weight against your side as you complain and futilely try to push him off.
โMicha, get off,โ you whine, shoving at his shoulder. He doesnโt budge, and instead sighs in irritation and wraps his arms around yours to stop your attempts. โYouโre heavy!โ
โYour fault for feeding me so much,โ he mumbles into your shoulder, prompting you to roll your eyes. โSeems like oversight on your part.โ
โYeah, well, I wouldnโt have if I knew youโd grow up to be this annoying.โ Your words lack heat, of courseโ you donโt really mean it, and even if it wasnโt evident by your tone, itโs evident in the way you relax into his embrace. โSeriously, though. Youโre all sweaty. Itโs gross.โ
Michael gives one last aggrieved sigh before releasing you. He reaches for the water bottle set beside you and drinks from it, and you go back to your grapes.
A comfortable silence settles between you two as you observe the other people in the park. Itโs summer, so itโs busier than usual, which means Michael will probably leave sooner rather than later.
You turn to look at him, but as always, heโs already looking down at you.ย
You tilt your head to the side. โDo you need something?โ You ask playfully.
Michael stares at you a moment longer, the wind rustling his hair into his face. Then, he leans down so quickly that you canโt react before he presses his lips to yours.
Itโs soft, gentle. Itโs barely there, his desire contained by a hesitation you havenโt seen within him in so long.ย
When you donโt respond, he pulls back, his face carefully smoothed over into a blank canvas, but you know him better than that. Fear dances in his eyes, fear that heโs overstepped and swung a sledgehammer straight into your friendship.
You blink rapidly, trying to pull yourself together. โOh,โ you say, smartly, and then feel yourself flush red as you fully process what just happened.ย
โSorry,โ he mutters under his breath. It sounds wrong coming from him, and you reach out to grab his arm just as he starts to withdraw into himself.
โHey, look, itโs fine. I justโ you just caught me by surprise. Thatโs all.โ
He looks back at you, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. His blue eyes are shining, but thereโs something dark in them that you havenโt seen before, something you canโt quite place.
โItโs fine?โ He echoes in question.
You feel your face grow hotter.
โYeah,โ you whisper back, โitโs fine.โ
When he leans down this time, you respond in kind.
Youโre always the one to break off the kisses shared between you two.
At this point, youโre convinced heโs not human, given the way that lack of air never seems to be a problem for him. If anything, he seems more annoyed by the fact that youโve stopped kissing him than the fact that heโs nearly panting from how long heโs gone without taking a proper breath.ย
Heโs insatiable, you quickly find out. Shockingly, for a few weeks following your first kiss, he spends more of his time kissing you under the slide than playing football. When you get tired or want to take a break, he just opts to hold you in a tight embrace until youโre ready to kiss again or have to leave.ย
Eventually, his initial enthusiasm dies down, but his way of kissing you never changes. Shallow, rapid kisses swapped between inexperienced middle schoolers, but he never lets up, always eager to meet your lips again and take in your breath in place of oxygen.
You never put a name to whateverโs happening between you two. Youโre not friends anymore, that much is clear, but you two donโt have the means of going out on dates, either.
Regardless of what you are, he becomes clingier than ever following the shift in your relationship, and a small part of you canโt help but feel like youโre suffocating.
โMicha.โ
He looks up from the ball at his feet, skillfully dribbling it despite the fact that his focus is elsewhere. Itโs impressive; hopefully, one day, youโll be able to see him play professionally.
Your heart sinks to your stomach and sits there heavily. Would that be the next time you see him? On some screen, miles away from him, years from this moment in this time?
Youโre moving out of Berlin. Your fatherโs being suddenly transferred to an office in Cologne, and you have just five days to get all your stuff packed up and ready to go for the train ride on Sunday. You have a shitty starter phoneโ your parents arenโt keen on you having a smartphone, yetโ but Micha has nothing. You suppose you could write to him, but that would put him at risk if his father got to the mail before he did.
When he catches the look on your face, he settles the ball at his feet and locks his full attention on you. โWhatโs wrong?โ
You swallow, averting your gaze to the ground. โIโm moving,โ you mumble.
A thick silence settles between you two. The soft breeze is sharp in your ears, like deafening static reverberating through your head.
His voice comes out sharp, digging in a way youโve never heard it before. โWhat?โ
โIโm moving,โ you repeat. โIโm leaving. Dadโs jobโ weโve got to go to Cologne.โ
He doesnโt respond for so long that you finally force yourself to look up at him. His face has gone completely blank, and thereโs only something dark in his eyes, something completely unreadable to you.
His voice is tight when he asks, โWhen are you coming back?โ
โIโโ You sigh. โI donโt know. I donโt think I am. I think the transferโs permanent.โ
He looks down, seemingly mulling over your words. When he looks up again, his gaze goes is cold, and he hums, straightening out. โNo.โ
You blink, confused. โNo?โ
โYouโre not leaving.โ
You furrow your brows. โWhat?โ
He looks down at you derisively, seemingly irritated that he has to repeat himself. โI said youโre not leaving.โ
โI canโt just not leave,โ you spit out. Heโs starting to be ridiculous, and his condescension has never been something that bodes well with you, having only been on the receiving end of it so few times. โIโm not gonna have any family here.โ
He jostles the ball between his feet as if this is another one your shared mundane conversations. โSo weโll just run away together.โ
You narrow your eyes at him in disbelief. โDo you even hear yourself right now?โ
He slants a side look at you. โDo I look like Iโm joking?โ
โOh, sure,โ you say, voice getting higher with each word, โjust two teenagers running away and figuring out how to make ends meet. Can you please take this seriously?โ
His foot comes down on top of the ball, hard. He flicks a finger between you two. โI am the only one taking this seriously.โ
โThis,โ you echo, incredulous. โA stupid relationship.โ
He kicks the ball to the side and turns to face you fully, and thatโs how you know you fucked up. Each word bites as he asks, โIs that all this is to you?โ
โYou know I care about you, Micha,โ you say carefully, โbut asking me to throw away my family to stay with you is insane.โ
Something shutters in his expression, but itโs gone before you can even register it. โI knew it,โ he spits, โyouโve never cared about me as much as youโve led me to believe.โ
You grit your teeth. โAre you serious?โ
He shrugs. โYou obviously donโt value me as much as I value you.โ
โOh my god,โ you snap, โyou are fourteen. Get the fuck over yourself.โ
โYou think this is meaningless because weโre young?โ
โI think,โ you hiss, โthat we have our whole lives ahead of us. I wouldnโt ask you to stay by my side if you had bigger and better things ahead of you.โ
He continues to stare at you in icy silence. You sigh, frustrated.
โIf itโs meant to be, itโll work itself out,โ you say.
Michael tilts his head, as if considering this. His eyes wander your face, committing every bit to memory. Then, he walks over to you, seizing your wrist in his hand. You step back, a bit thrown off, but he lightly tugs on your arm, pulling you back toward him.ย
โIt will work out,โ he says, eyes boring into yours. โIโll make sure of it.โ
He leans down and presses a familiar, gentle kiss to your lips.
โThen you wonโt have to leave me ever again.โ
This time, when you pull away, he lets you go. Seemingly without a care in the world, he turns around and picks up the ball, heading toward the trail that he takes home.
You return to the park the day before you leave, but you donโt see him. You wait for hours, but he never shows.
The unease twisting in your gut doesnโt unravel until the train speeds away from the station, leaving Berlin behind you.
Youโre about to turn eighteen when you see him again.
Not in person, but on a screen like you expected. The name Michael Kaiser sits in a scrolling bar across the bottom of the screen which plays footage of him playing on Bastard Mรผnchenโs youth team, his long golden hair flowing behind him beautifully. The news anchor says something about him being one of the most promising players of the new generationโ not that thatโs something you need to be told.
Your friend says something from across the table, ripping your attention from the screen. You donโt notice how tense youโve gotten until you relax again.
Despite the lingering feeling of unease his memory leaves you with, youโre still glad he made it, after all.
โWhoโs this?โ
Youโre back home for the holidays during your second year in university. Your studies have taken you back to Berlin, albeit a part you hadnโt grown up near and is still new and fresh to you. โHomeโ might not be the right word, thoughโ youโre spending Christmas Eve at your grandmotherโs house. Sheโs been hosting your entire family the past couple years since your grandfatherโs passing forced her to relocate to a smaller house, an attempt to fill the empty home with warm presences.
Currently, sheโs playing with a small, bedraggled dog that has wandered onto her porch. Itโs wheezy and staggers when it walks, indicative of its old age.
โOh, just a sweet little thing,โ your grandmother replies as she pets its back. โYou know, your grandfather always hated it when I would feed the strays. I did it a lot back at the old house on the other side of town, but thereโs not too many animals on this side, so I donโt really do it anymore.โ
You consider the dog. Its fur is matted, but nonetheless, its tail wags so hard from your grandmotherโs attention that its whole body shakes with it. It sneezes pathetically.
You shove your hands into your coat pockets. โSo this is a new one, then?โ
โWell, not quite.โ Your grandmother chuckles. โI first met this little guy back at the old house. Iโve been feeding him since he was a puppy! Seems he found his way back home on his own.โ
โHuh.โ Your eyes snap back to her. โI didnโt think they could actually do that.โ
She laughs some more. โThe most determined and loved ones can.โ
You retreat back into the house. Your younger cousins jump on you immediately, demanding you play whatever nonsensical game theyโve thought up this time. You shed your coat, and with it, your lingering distress at your grandmotherโs words.
โOh my god, do you have a secret admirer?โ
Your roommateโs voice pulls you out of your shocked state. The dread freezing your veins gradually thaws out, and you kneel down to pick the bouquet of flowers off the floor in front of the entrance to your shared apartment.
Blue forget-me-nots, with some blue roses interspersed throughout.
Itโs October now. Just under a year has passed since Christmas, but your grandmotherโs words are fresh in your mind, as if youโd heard them just yesterday.
You fumble around with the bouquet, movements becoming more frantic when you canโt find what youโre looking for. โThereโs no card attached to this.โ
โWell, duh,โ your roommate says. โThat would defeat the purpose of a secret admirer.โ
Except, itโs not a secret who sent you these. You might have been able to brush it off if it was just the forget-me-nots, but the roses speak for themselves.
You flick your wrist out to the side, shoving the bouquet into your roommateโs chest. She grabs onto them, so you let them go in favor of getting the door unlocked.
โFigure out what to do with them,โ you say as you enter the apartment.
She trails in after you, hot on your heels in incredulity. โWait, youโre seriously not going to keep them?โ
โYou know Iโm not interested in a relationship right now,โ you say breezily, feigning a calmness that contradicts your racing heart. โItโs a sweet gesture, but I donโt want them.โ
โI meanโโ Your roommate stammers a bit before her words peter out. She sighs, then starts rummaging in the cabinet beneath the sink. โAlright, whatever you say.โ
She ends up arranging them in a nice glass vase you werenโt aware you two even own and sets them in the center of the dining table. They mock you until they wither and die, and you can finally dispose of them.
By the time February rolls around without any further incidents, your guard has lowered significantly, which is, of course, your first mistake.
Youโre lounging on the couch in the common space when thereโs light knocking at your apartment door. Thereโs mostly college students renting in this unit, so itโs not uncommon for someone to stop by and invite you to some party or other, and with Valentineโs around the corner, thereโs sure to be plenty.
You set your laptop down on the coffee table and get to your feet, sliding your feet into your slippers and crossing the room to get to the apartment entrance. You reach up and begin to undo the locks without checking the peephole, which is your second mistake.
You pull the door open, and immediately, everything freezes in place.
His eyes are as blue as the day you met him, only his gaze is far sharper than they were even on the day you left.ย
The television and billboards really donโt do him justice. Heโs fully grown into his figure now, the diet and training regimen of a professional athlete filling him out in ways that the portioned-out food fed to him from your hands could not. His hair is choppy, but a face that gorgeous can make anything work. Itโs pulled up into a messy bun made to look regal by the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. The blue rose on his neck is stark against his skin, and you eye the thorny vines that trail down and disappear beneath his shirt.
You meet his eyes again, apprehensive. His face is impassive, but the intensity of his gaze betrays him and keeps you pinned in place.
You clutch the doorknob so tightly your knuckles go white.
โMichael,โ you say softly, and he frowns slightly at that. โWhat are you doing here?โ
How did you find me? The unasked question hangs in the air between you two, but neither of you reach for it.
โWhoโs Michael?โ He asks airily. He steps forward, and hooks a finger under your chin before you get the chance to move away from him. โDonโt tell me youโve forgotten your Micha already.โ
You swallow thickly. โI havenโt,โ you mumble.
He hums. His thumb brushes against your chin lightly as his gaze trails over your body. When it lands on you again, his eyes swallow you whole. โYou look good.โ
Heat floods your cheeks in spite of the dread settling in your stomach, and you look to the floor again. โThanks.โ
You attempt to step back, but thereโs a hand that finds its way to the small of your back before you can. The hand on your chin tilts your head up, up, until youโre forced to look at him again.
โI spent so long waiting for you, liebling,โ he says. โIs this how you greet your boyfriend?โ
โBoyfriend?โ You sputter. โI donโtโโ
His thumb presses firmly against your lips, quieting your protests. โFriends donโt make out, do they?โ When you donโt respond, he adds, โWe never did break up, you know. Iโm glad to see you havenโt cheated on me in my absence.โ
You finally reach your breaking point, all the agitation and unease within you spilling over. You shove at him as hard as you can, but if he didnโt budge all those years ago, he certainly wasnโt budging now. You shove at him again, this time trying to use the movement to push yourself away rather than push him, but he swiftly grabs hold of both your wrists and tugs you back toward him. Caught off guard, you careen forward and crash into his chest. His arms snake around your waist, an iron cage holding you firmly against him.
โMicha,โ you hiss, โlet me go.โ
โNow, liebe,โ he coos, releasing his hold on you just enough for you to shift and properly look up at him. โYou know what that will cost you.โ
You glare up at him, but to your chagrin, he seems perfectly content to simply hold you and gaze down at you. As seconds bleed into minutes trapped in his hold, you crack under the pressure.ย
You tilt your head up fully, and Michael lowers his head just enough to be within your reach. You close the distance between you two, intending for the kiss to be short, shallow, and sweet, just like your first.
You honestly should know better at this point. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your head, and he pulls you back in just as youโre about to get away.ย
The next kiss is deep, far more passion behind it than anything you two shared before you left. He bites at your bottom lip, and forces his tongue in when you startle. A whimper leaves your throat as he continues to lick into your mouth. You reach up to try to shove at his chest, but he places his other hand over it, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles in a mockery of a soothing gesture.
You gasp out when he finally breaks for air. Your lips sting from the sudden release of pressure, and a thin trail of saliva lines your bottom lip. You stumble back, but firm arms are there to catch you again.
You look up, and his pupil-blown eyes cause that unease to settle over you once more.
Gently, he brings your hand up to his lips and ghosts your knuckles over them.
Thereโs a glint in his eye as he asks, โArenโt you going to invite me inside?โ
Never satisfied. Insatiable, and now, somehow finding his way back to you.
You should have listened to your grandfather when you had the chance.
taking nerdjoโs glasses while youโre riding ๐ฅธ
cw. 18+. semi public sex. sub undertones. breeding kink.
โโohhhh fuckkkkk,โ
he doesnโt understand itโ any of it. he doesnโt understand how he, of all people, managed to get you. the it girl on campusโ with pretty hairstyles and cutesy nails, flocks of both girls and boys crawling after you for the slightest bit of your attention, is somehow interested in the least known guy aroundโ the lanky, socially awkward physics teacher assistant with fading digimon stickers glued to the back of his worn down computer.
gojo assumes heโs experiencing one hell of a good dream. thatโs the only way to explain the insatiable feeling of wet heat enveloping his aching dick. itโs the only way to explain the pornographic sounds of skin slapping echoing in this empty library. itโs the only way to explain why his balls are begging for release with each grind of needy hips rocking against his own.
he doesnโt want to wake up. he feels the cheap fabric of carpet beneath his fingernails from digging them into the floor. his knuckles are turning white from how hard heโs clenching. thereโs an abnormal tightening of a knot in his guts begging to be snapped. he can feel beads of sweat forming at his hairline and his foggy glasses are slipping past his nose bridge uncomfortablyโ
but he doesnโt want to wake up.
planted on the heels of whatever latest trendy shoes you own, youโre riding his cock as if he were your lifeline. god you feel divineโ your folds swallowing him into your cunt with such ease and precision, walls clenching down the moment heโs balls deep. he can feel your acrylics scratching at his undercut with one hand while the other holds your body steady down his thigh.
gojo doesnโt think heโs breathing, and frankly, isnโt sure if he wants to. youโre recklessโ moaning freely in the emptiness of the establishment and right into the shell of his ear as if your birthright, careless of the thuds of heavy textbooks hitting the floor. thereโs a crease in your brows and your jaw hangs slack, glossy lips parted as they release the hymns of your cries,
โโso deep, can feel you in my stomach!โ
your tits bounce in clockwise motions. youโd freed yourself from your top sometime between the flirting behind bookshelves and his pikachu drawls dropping down to the floor. the sound of your pussy squelching with every bounce is a memory he wouldnโt forget even on his death bedโ cunt so wet he can hardly feel his own dick in you.
the pad of your thumb grazes his bottom lip, and you lean forward to catch it between yours. heโs frozen stiffโ the slip of your tongue in his mouth, your overwhelming sweetness invading his senses. heโs moaning pathetically, growing some security in the muffled sounds, so overstimulated by this insatiable pleasure that his arms start to feel weak.
your tongue swipes at his lips before nibbling on the flesh, โโtaste so good,โ he feels your lips mouthing against his own, and wishes he was able to focus for a split second on what you told him, but the ache in balls are a telltale that this euphoric dream is drawing to an end.
he squints his eyes shut. he tries to focus on the latest chapter of his latest obsession manga and theories heโs conspired. he recalls the sneak of his wrinkly old professorโs ass crack from his early lecture. he thinks back on this auction heโs seen online for retro limited edition video games. did he ever end up submitting that biochem lab assignment dueโ
โgojo.โ
he snaps his eyes open. he didnโt realize heโd clenched his entire facial muscles until the moment he was able to see you againโ only releasing those muscles feeling tightness in his cheeks (amongst other places)(read: his cock).
youโve slowed down your pace. youโve switched your movements from bounces to grinding. he can feel his tip prodding at your gummy walls. your breath fans his cupidโs bow and heโs only now noticing how close in proximity you both are. he can feel your heartbeat against his chest, and heโs positive you can feel his stomach clenching against your own.
he begins to feel more of your body weight on his, a feeling he definitely wants to get accustomed to, as you shift from your feet to your knees. your hand on his thigh trails upwards past his trail of hair, sliding up past the ridges of his abs, over the planes of his chest and meet at his nape with its other duo. thereโs an aroma of vanilla and cherries exuding off youโ
heisenburgโs uncertainty principle. star wars mandalorian culture. the roswell ufo incident. fucking neon genesis evangelionโs a cruel angelโs thesisโ
โyou donโt like me?โ you ask him, all doey eyed like. it doesnโt sound like a legitimate question, but his โhuhโ does draw more into a whine when you intentionally clamp down on his dick. he doesnโt miss the mischievous glint in your eyes.
gojo bites down on his lower lip, fiddling with a loose thread on the carpet. his body releases a shudder at the chills creeping up his spine when you trace a finger down the slope of his neck, โw-what?โ he asks weakly, huffing as his toes curl in his socks.
this time, you cock your head just barely to the side, and he watches your gaze trail from his lips to his eyes and back to his lips. despite the agonizingly slow pace, you never stop riding him. his cock is still graced by your warmth, still snatching his soul through his slit. your lashes bat twice before glancing back up at his eyes.
โyou donโt like me.โ youโre not asking this time, your tone dripping in seduction and like a fool, finds himself swayed. youโre teasing himโ he can see it in the way the corner of your lips quirk into your infamous smile. youโve got him wrapped all around your pretty fingerโ he knows it and you definitely know it.
as if he was anybody to not like you. your ass cheeks clench when you drive your body forward, gripping on his cock so tight he can feel the wind knocked out his lungs, โno! are you, ngh, crazyโ of course i doโโ
โbecause i like you.โ it falls short of a whisper, but the vibrations of your words against his lips shoot right to his heart and balls, and he knows his blotchy cheeks are now flushed red for an entirely different reason.
he answers faster than his mind can process, his stomach jumping with butterflies and an oncoming orgasm. your eyes wonโt leave hisโ like a deceiving siren baring deep into his soul and rendering him vulnerable before consuming his entire being. not too far from his reality, hips bucking upwards as desperately as possible to emphasize his immediate answer, โi like you tooโโ
โyou wonโt look at me,โ gojo hadnโt realized he shied away from your gaze, pouring his entire focus on not spilling both his heart and cum right into you, โtalk to me.โ
โi-itโs just, um,โ he tries to flick his eyes back onto yours, but youโre still staring so intensely behind siren eyes and still rocking your hips. your fluids drip past your cunt and down his sack, before staining the carpet, โiโm aโmmph, nobody and youโreโ well, youโre you,โ he feels a hot tongue glide over the accumulated sweat on his neck and humps up again, โyโre just so pretty and every time i look at you i get the urge to c-cum but,โ your teeth sink into his jugular before nibbling and he whines, throwing his head back, โi wantโ need you to cum first. . .โ
thereโs a beat of silence for a while. youโve even halted your grinding altogether. he prays to god he didnโt mess up the one good thing thatโs happened to him in all his twenty one years of living. youโve even popped his now bruised skin from your lipsโ hovering right over the mark you left on him. pleasure licks at his limbs feverishly, back arching in hopes to dig even deeper (if possible) in your pussy.
you pull away from his neck and the tip of your nose is back to grazing his own. your usually styled hair is now a mess, your skin dampening from moisture and your lip gloss now swapped for your and his salivaโ your overall classic, picture perfect image completely abandoned,
and he doesnโt think youโve looked any prettier.
โso,โ you draw out, freeing a hand from his locks to graze over the throbbing love bite at his neck. gojo sniffs, pushing his foggy glasses back up on his bridge with the back of his hand, and you caress the throbbing flesh, โthe problem is when you look huh. . .?โ
his neck is suddenly released from blissful torture and he feels his frames coming off his face from no effort of his own. his vision slowly fades and his pupils dilate to accommodate to his now poor quality of sight, โwhat are youโโ
and his breath hitches. he can only make out your shape through your sinful curves but thereโs no mistake from your silhouetteโ your hands, now holding his glasses hostage, press at his chest, โtrust me,โ you apply firm pressure from your palms to his upper body, and he feels himself sinking into the floor, back meeting the dirty carpet.
trust you? heโd lay his life on the line for a woman like you.
his fingers spread as his palms face the sky, and his breath staggered. the bookshelves, windows and study rooms are all blurry as fuckโ which is both off putting and extremely risky since library hours were still valid at this time, but despite it all, it felt as if he could see you clear as day. gojo would usually never put his academics on the line, but he couldnโt deny the thrill of possibly getting caught having sex with the finest girl in school in a public library had his cock twitching incessantly.
god, he is just so happy to be here.
your fingers slide his glasses atop your nose bridge, and your cheeks split into a cheeky smile, hips beginning to roll back into their previous tempo. he feels your hands grabbing his own, before resting them at your hips. heโs a greedy man, and since the opportunity may only come once in his lifetime, he slides his hands further to your ass., and with a gulp, grabs the flesh greedily. damnโ it hardly fits in his palms.
thereโs a symphony of moans coming from you both when you lift your hips up, and itโs downright disgusting how turned on he gets at your essence trickling down his shaft and past his balls. your pussy lips drool and latch onto his tip tightly, before entirely releasing him and slipping your hand between your thighs. you kneed his nuts, fondling the testicles between your digits expertly and his back arches off the floor, โshouldnโt be an issue anymore, yeah?โ you hum.
โy-yeahโ oh god, yes,โ gojo nods dumbly, toes curling in his socks as you proceed to stroke his cock. his tip is weeping in pre cum blended with your own wetness, and the faster you flick your wrist, the tighter his stomach contracts. heโs lasted quite some time now, considering this being his first time and all, but thereโs only so much a man can hold back. his fingernails dig crescent moon shapes into the mounds of your ass as his hips chase after your touch with every stroke. โw-wait, fuck, iโm gonna cumโโ
โyeah?โ you encourage him, hunching just over his weeping dick, still holding him at his base. you drag his tip in between your lips, back and forth, while your other hand feels him up at his abs. โwhere do you wanna finish? on my face?โ he whines, mindlessly humping and your smirk deepens as you slowly sink down, โon my tits?โ gojo shakes his head, and feels drool coming from the corner of his lips. his limbs are on fire and his groin feels like itโs on the verge of explosion, โon my ass?โ youโre about halfway down, โor. . . inside?โ
โplease,โ he doesnโt care if heโs begging. snowy lashes bat open as his teary unfocused eyes adjust to the dimmed lights. even your silhouette is sexy, โplease lemme cum inside, i-iโll do anything.โ
โhmm, anything?โ you purr, knees finally hitting the floor as you straddle him once more. he lets out a guttural groan at the familiar feel of your silky walls entrapping his cock. his mind is fucking hazy and despite never having consuming alcohol, he feels drunk.
โyes,โ he pleads, rolling his hips impossibly deeper into you, euphoric pleasure shooting in his bloodstream, โa-anything you want, i swear,โ at the sudden intrusion, you let out a loud gasp when his tip bumps into your cervix and drop your body forward, arms giving out.
chest to chest, skin to skin, your lips hover over his as your back dips into an arch, forcing a penetration deeper in your guts. your palms are pressed flat onto the floor at the side of his head, and he can make out his glasses sitting lazily on the ball of your nose. he slides his hands up your sides, kneading at every inch of your flesh, before sliding back down to your ass.
โeven my homework? assignments?โ you tease breathily, a strangled moan ripping out your throat when his knees push up and fucks into you. your body jerks forward as his feet plant to the floor, hands still gripping on your ass.
when he snaps his hips up, you roll yours down, and the matching intensity sends his brain haywire. heโs desperate for release, forcing your hips down as he nudges his cock languidly into your cunt. his jaw falls slack and he nods again, dumbly, โngh, for the rest of the s-school year,โ
โthat easy with you?โ you giggle, but is easily interrupted when he leans forward to catch your lips in a messy kiss. thereโs a shit ton of saliva involved, some even escapes past your mouths and down your jaws, but he couldnโt care any lessโyou tasted heavenly. he wishes he had the time to eat your pussy, heโs positive you taste holier down there.
โitโs your world.โ gojo moans, snaking his hands from your ass to wrap around your upper body. now caught in his embrace, you let your head fall limply into the crook of his neck as he works his dick in and out of you. he means what he saidโ it is your world, and heโs nothing more than a happy servant. โiโll do it allโ bring your books to class, rub your feetโ iโll bark if you need me toโ just, please, please, please let me cum inside.โ
your moans vibrating from his neck run straight to his ears and fuels him further. heโs thrusting relentlesslyโ thereโs no set pace at all, and heโs so close to finishing heโs completely forgotten about wanting you to cum first. he finally understands why everybody obsesses over sexโ he never wants to let you go.
your head pushes up from his neck, nosing at his jaw. he feels your hands cradling his hair, and your lips pressing kisses at the corner of his mouth. his heart skips a beatโ he revels in the attention youโre giving him, even if itโs just for the moment. he knows he wonโt ever be this lucky again, so he might as well enjoy the ride while heโs here.
โyou wanna breed my pussy?โ you bite your lip, each stroke in your cunt jerking the glasses down the slope of your nose. despite the dense flog clouding the lens, he can feel your eyes on him. he nods desperately, tightening his hold on you, and the new angle has your clit dragging against his pelvis, โmmphโ okay, yeah โ put a baby in me, freak.โ
and so he does. he thrusts as spurts of cum shoots inside your womb. his balls tighten as his hips rut, arms clutching onto your body with every fibre in him. you smell good, feel good, look goodโ and your cunt milks him dry for whatever heโs worth.
his orgasm feels short of an eternity yet simultaneously a second, his soul having transcended into an outwardly dimension. and itโs only when you scoot your ass upwards, sliding a hand between both warm bodies, that you collect his cum on the pad of your fingers. he blinks hazily, zeroing his focus when he sees you pop your fingers into your mouth.
โmhm,โ you hum at the taste. heโs panting heavily, body riding a euphoric high heโs yet to come down from. you donโt seem to mind, leaning forward to catch his lips once again. and he lets you, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. when you pull away, thereโs a thin string of cum induced saliva pulling at your lips. โโs my world, right? want my pussy in your mouth.โ
แกด๊ชซ sum. whatโs your favorite scary movie? is it carrie? psycho? or maybe nightmare on elm street? perhaps picking up the phone was a bad idea, but you donโt scare easily! or do you?
you deadpan, almost as if youโve seen this movie before. it was around close to midnight. you were the only one sober at some random frat party you got dragged to. everyone besides you were probably wasted or shoving tongues into mouths. sitting up on a cushioned bed, you hold the landline up to your ear. โmean girls two. bye.โ
โโฆ.girl what? thatโs not aโโ
you hang up, averting your eyes back towards the tv screen that displayed some cheesy soap opera. about precisely thirteen seconds pass before the landline screeches a loud deafening ring again.
sighing, you answer it. โstop calling this number. prank calls arenโt funny.โ
โno.โ the voice replies, and itโs very deepโyou swear youโve heard something like it before. a best way to describe it was that it had a gruff pitch to it, baritone running all underneath it. his voice was also a bit sly too. โi just wanna talk to you.โ
โbother some other girl. bye.โ
โdonโt hang up on me.โ
for whatever reason, you donโt hang up. his voice sounded a bit sternโyou sit up before growing quiet. youโre fully alert now.
pressing your back against the comforter, your thighs squeeze together. with another vexed sigh, you say the most random movie that comes immediately to mind. โhalloween.โ
โpft. basic.โ
โwhaโ youโre the one who asked.โ
โoh, doll iโm just joking. but anyway, you like slasher movies, yeah?โ
for whatever reason, the more you talked to this total stranger, you start to feel a sudden uncanny stir delve around your stomach. you werenโt scared, yet at least, but it was oddly peculiar. his voice sounds a bit familiar the more you listen to it. with how teasing the caller on the other line appeared, it was strangely intriguing. you kind of didnโt wanna hang up anymore, besides this party you were at was quite โฆ not the best.
โnot really. i am a jamie lee curtis fan though, i only watched because i make fun of the deaths.โ you mumble.
โhmmm,โ the voice hums through the other end. itโs as if heโs pondering what his next choice of words will be to you. โsoโฆyou got a boyfriend?โ
you were taken aback by how abrupt the change of subject was. the man on the other end laughs at your awkward silence before you finally speak.
โno, and itโs not like itโs any of your business.โ
โeasy, girl. iโm just curious. besides, what if i wanna ask ya out?โ
you grow quiet again before rubbing your neck, you were growing a bit hot.
โwhatever. no, i donโt have a โฆ boyfriend.โ
โooh. you hesitated there.โ
you grumble. โshut up. iโm hanging up.โ
the man immediately replies with a chortle.
โwait, wait. heh, serious though. you never told me your name, doll face.โ
with an eye roll, you utter, โwhy do you wanna know my name?โ
โbecause i wanna know who iโm looking at.โ
โwhat?โ
โwhat?โ
each word he spoke breaks through the phone due the deep mess of his voice. a few rough sparks from his dialogue punctures through the soundbox of the device. again, he did sound oddly familiar. you just couldnโt put your foot on it.
the man chuckles before responding in a more sly toneโchanging the subject again.
โyou know doll, you sound kind of out of breath. call me crazy, but before i called you, were you playing with yourself?โ
your legs suddenly squeeze shut, you were wearing one of your borrowed hoodies and shorts underneath. any sane person would have hung up eons ago, but for whatever reasonโyou felt your heartbeat start to race. the more you listened to the deep voice on the other end, the more you started to grow more curious. whatโs wrong with playing around for a little bit? besides, whatโs the worst thing that could happenโyou dying?
you scoff, thinking this was nothing more than a dumb prank callโyou decided that playing along wouldnโt hurt. you had nothing else to do anyway.
โso what if i was playing with myself?โ
โi bet you didnโt even make yourself finish, doll.โ
his voice, the more it spoke in that rough pitched toneโyou couldnโt help but press the landline up to your ear just a bit further. you furrow your curled up brows, lowering your guard a bit. probably foolish, maybe youโd regret this later, but alas, reality wasnโt on your mind at the moment.
โare you saying you can make me finish?โ you mutter, growing amused now.
โoh i know i can. i can make you get off from just from my voice alone.โ
he was toying with you, but it was too late to back down. you intake a honed breath before humming.
โokay, prove it then.โ
he chuckles.
โmhm. take those panties off first. actually no, slide them to the side for me.โ
you really felt like you were in a movie, shamelessly at this random guyโs beck and call. as the show played in the background, you press the middle part of your thumb against the volume button to turn it down four notches. the room was practically silent now, the only noises heard were from the blaring beat drops of edm music downstairs. sprawling your legs out, you creep a shaking hand between your thighs.
the voice grows quiet, you finally move your panties toward the side before slouching back against the pillow.
โyou must be really bored. talking to a random girl at the m-midnight.โ you exhale.
โheh, m-maybe,โ he mocks your falter. โbut iโm sure youโll keep me entertained with that cute voice of yours.โ
he was so smooth. smooth as if he was prepared for every word that flew out of your mouth. as your fingers glide against your now exposed entrance, you let off a shaky breath.
he was right, out of boredom you tried to play with yourselfโ yet, that didnโt work out because you could never make yourself finish. your attempt was basically useless. with a frowning pout, you reply. โnow what?โ
โfinger yourself, silly. and i wanna hear, put the phone up against that pussy for me, doll.โ
he was filthy.
you felt yourself start to throb before removing the landline from against your ear and placing it right against your doused entrance.
with heavy jagged breaths becoming more irregular, the person on the other line hears the wet sloshes of your cunt up against the phone. again, he grows quietโitโs almost like you can make out his deep attractive breaths and it makes you pulse even more.
โbet youโre so nice โn soaked. sounds so sloppy.โ
gnawing on the softness of your bottom lip, your thumb briefly skims past the nub of your clit and you whine. you were already a bit sensitive from before, starting to stroke your fingers against it. bringing the phone back up to your ear, you ease a single finger inside. it feels warmโyou were slick, coating your own finger with a nice amount of your obscene arousal. it doesnโt take long for you to start to pant, slithering another finger inside of your cunt before moaning. it fits nicely, nice and snug.
โyou sound so pretty. i want you to imagine those are my fingers, pretty girl. can ya do that?โ
โy-yeah,โ you start to stammer, feeling a sudden spongey texture inside of youโyou gasp, not expecting to reach your sweetened g-spot so soon. it was a mere bumpy texture, gloopy gummy walls involuntarily accepting your two slender fingers with an open gesture. โfuck, โm still a bit sensitive.โ
he guffaws lowly.
โyeah, i bet you are. poor baby canโt even make herself cum.โ
you swallow, the playfulness in his voice making your thighs start to tremble a bit. with relaxed fingers stretching throughout your walls, you focus on your breathing. each pant that came out of your hot breaths seemed like it was gonna be your last. after a while, your toes start to curl up in pure pleasureโyou moan, feeling a sudden rush of weightlessness nirvana overtake you.
โfind your g-spot for me. tell me when you do.โ
โi- i already found it,โ you whine, a sheaf of nerves that store inside of your pussy pulsating at a rapid speed. your head throws itself back as youโre just moaning melodically. โfuck, why donโt you just come over โn finish for me already.โ
the voice laughs again.
โyeah? you want me to come over instead? maybe i should use my tongue since your fingers are so useless, dollface.โ
at this point, you didnโt really care. maybe making simple rational decisions today just wasnโt in your favor. the eerie voice, each second you spent listening to it the more aroused you became. maybe getting off to a pure strangerโs voice was embarrassing but you were feening. the air felt suddenly thick. so thick you could cut it with a knife. with your bottom lip being chewed on like gum, you briskly shiver. cold, wintry air wafts against your skin and you moan for the nth time. an unforeseen chill runs down your spine before you hold back yet another whine.
โf-fuck, just come โn finish for me. i canโt do it. please.โ
he grows quiet for a solid good four seconds before replying in a cheeky tone.
โokay. turn around.โ
your panting stops and instantly, you turn your head the other wayโof course, no one was there. figures, the only things your eyes were met with was the wooden headboard. with a disappointed grimace, pulling your occupied fingers out of your cunt, you turn back around. as youโre about to speak into the phone again, you open your mouth before pausing.
there, youโre met face first with what appears to be some guy in an infamous ghostface costume. he was tall, staggering inches on him before you donโt see one but two. they both had the same getup, ghoulish ghost mask, a long black robe, and the same spectral, tilting head-stance.
one of them takes off a mask and itโs suguru geto, your roommate.
your eyes concisely widen. once he yanks off the mask, his silky well-kept black strands fly loose. no wonder the voice sounded a tad bit familiar. the other removes his mask and it was nanami, two of themโnow you really felt like you were in a movie. โyou always did say how much you liked scream,โ and then you glance at nanami who had a sheepish expression. โdonโt be shy now, someoneโs gotta help ya finish.โ
โo-oh,โ you remember, sitting up against the bed. now you were embarrassed. just a few seconds ago, you were getting off to your roommateโs voice. suddenly, you felt even more hot. you did end up talking their ear off about your adoration for the beloved franchise, ranting about your cute little ghostface obsession.
truth be told though, you didnโt know theyโd make it a sheer reality for you. the two of them get on the bed towards you before nanami brings a gloved hand to your chin. he strokes your chin softly, and geto moves underneath.
โsorry princess,โ he whispers. โsuguru wanted to scare you but i told him we should just show ourselves,โ and as heโs speaking, you get lost in his soft, honeydew eyes. such gentle compared to geto who was a bit moreโcrazed. โhe didnโt scare you too bad, did he?โ
you moan once you feel geto run a thumb against your already exposed cunt. with a firm head shake, you huff. โno, n-not really.โ
โaw what. i thought i was pretty scary,โ and you whimper out once he blows against your folds. for a concise moment, geto stares up at youโdark eyes keeping a strong gaze on you. โtell us what you want, pretty girl. you want us to help you finish?โ
you nod, feeling geto spread your legs apart further.
nanami, with a gloved hand purses your lips together, forming them into a tight squeeze before humming. โwords, princess. use them, okay?โ
the more you feel getoโs breath fan against your clit, teasing youโyou were about to go feral. you stare up at nanami before letting off a sweet whine. โi- i want you both to help me finish,โ you stutter out, stumbling over your pathetic words like youโd stumble with an untied shoe. โmake me cum, please kento.โ
he leans in to kiss your forehead and you hear geto scoff underneath. โiโm the one between your legs but whatever,โ and you feel his soft lips kiss against your pussy. โkento, keep her distracted for me, will ya?โ
โyouโre so pretty,โ he mutters, lightly lifting up your chin. as he wore black glovesโthe fabric gently brushes against your lip, popping a thumb into your mouth. he doesnโt expect for you to happily take it in his mouth, sucking on it. โoh,โ he breathes, a bit speechless. you stare into nanamiโs eyes, swirling your tongue around his thumb in such an erotic way. lowly hooded eyes stare at him the entire time, you moan once you feel the flatness of getoโs tongue run against your sweet clitoral hood. his tongueโthe texture of it was so cold, the moment he digs in he makes you know the pure definition of sloppy. all with his tongue, he slowly flicks it against your nub before delving his tongue deeper between your soddened folds. nanami pulls your chin to face him again before softly purring, โdonโt look at him, look at me pretty girl.โ
as your eyes focus back towards nanami, you could already feel your legs quavering. you felt hot, the lewd way geto drags his tongue against your pussy makes you gasp out three strained second puffs of air.
โk-kento,โ you moan, pawing your hands at the low part of his robe. he watches, lowering his head at you before you reach there. nanamiโs bulge, he has an abashed expression as he realizes what you were fondling at. โtake it off.โ
โah, ask nicely,โ he coos. your lips were now glossed with your own spit he smears against you as he pulls his gloved thumb out of your mouth. even though nanami was more tame than geto, his voice had a bit more dominance in it. he grabs your chin gently, cocking his head toward the side. โtell me what you want โn iโll give it to you.โ
your legs felt like they were standing on its last few hingesโgetoโs tongue runs down your slit, taking a moment to depart his lips and spit on it, only to then lap it up again. a few annoyed grunts escape out of him partially due to his long strands of hair getting in the way. โso sweet,โ he mutters, you whimper once he prods two fingers against your outer entrance. every few seconds heโd kiss near your thighs, leaving a few bite bite marks before focusing back towards your folds. โmhm.โ
barely even able to keep focus, you gaze back up at nanami whoโs standing near the edge of the bedโyouโre laid back against the pillows with geto between your thighs. finally, a sweet mewl of words leave your glazed lips. โi- i wanna taste, โken. wanna suck you off,โ and he gives you a playful eyebrow raise, prying his pink lips open a few inches apart before you correct yourself. โpretty please.โ
โbetter,โ he murmurs, a hand of his reaching towards your head to give it a good pat. โgood girl. go ahead, lift it up โn enjoy the meal.โ
with a soft slackened sigh, you lift up the obsidian black robe. youโre met with ripped jeans, for some reason you just figured heโd already be sprung out for you. as getoโs still lapping up every drop of your taste, you unzip his fly before yanking down his pants. you were so impatientโ and with getoโs demented pace, you were getting close. he chuckles, watching you struggle with the zipper for a bit before finally reaching near his boxers. they were a cerulean blueish color, his bulge was just appetizing. the entire shape of it, you felt yourself starting to drool the longer your eyes made direct contact against it. so rounded and full. with clammy hands, you tug them down before his thick cock springs out.
โitโs okay,โ he whispers with a nod, watching you glance up himโa silent gesture as a way of asking if you could go further. nanami brings a hand towards the crown of your head, gingerly massaging his fingers through the crevices of your scalp. โyou can be a little messy for me.โ
a wretched whine that was raw rips from your throat once you feel getoโs tongue latch against your cunt. by now, he was sucking against your folds. the squelches were so sloppy, a hand of yours grab onto his hair for leverage and he shoots you a sly smile.
โdonโt be shy girl, yank on it.โ
dark pooled irises linger into yours for a long time before you get a good grip of getoโs hair, dragging him closer towards your entrance. over and over and over.
he giggles, hot breath ghosting against your folds and you throb even more. with dilated irises staring back towards nanami, you wrap your free hand around his lengthโhe was so thick, such full balls that you just wanted to run your tongue all across it. he had a few veins skim down his beige, weighty cock. you could make out a few drops of lustrous pre-cum that decorates near his very tip. โu-ugh,โ he shakes, the warmth that your tongue provides has him smothering his lips together. nanami watches, youโre slow but deadly.
pursing your lips together, you gradually start to sink him into your mouth.
getoโs still between your thighs, shoving two fingers in and out of you nowโhe surrounds your clit with his mouth, the suction he creates with just his lips was brutal. youโre moaning, even whilst your noises were pretty much muffled due to nanamiโs fat cock. โeasy,โ he whispers, tapping a thumb against your cheek. โno teeth, okay? youโre doing s-so good.โ
nanami groans, goading the same thumb against your cheek before you inch yourself further and further down. he has a shy smile at the way your hair forms in musses due to his tight grip. within no time, your throatโs already stuffed and few droplets of your own saliva trickles down the sides of your mouth. getoโs still making sure to thrust his gloved digits in and out of your soaked cunt and you donโt know which roommate to focus on.
โm-mphm,โ was all you could manage out, your legs in a swift spread-eagle position. as youโre outstretched, you feel yourself about to cum. youโd recognize that feeling anywhereโthe feeling when a swelling pool of heat residing inside your stomach tickles throughout your entire abdomen. that same feeling of nirvana courses through your veins as youโre now leisurely bobbing your head. every time you pull on getoโs long hair, he gruntsโspanking your clit in response and that only causes you to whine for more. nanami strokes your face as he starts to feel his dick prod against the roof of your mouth. for a split second as youโre breathing through each nostrilโyou gag, long lashes fluttering in sync together.
your legs couldnโt hold still, getoโs continuously pushing you towards your limit before you whimper out. your tongue lathers over the splotches of pre-cum that paints nanamiโs tip a pretty shade of snowy white.
he just couldnโt keep his eyes off of you, especially not with a face like that.
low eyes, sheepish smile, furrowed eyebrows. youโre convulsing profusely all in getoโs mouth, the sides of your thighs occasionally hitting against his face and he titters. โsuch a sloppy m-mouth,โ nanami inhales deeply, and he starts to gently drag your head against his cock. heโs got your mouth filled with so many inchesโyour cheeks were all puffed up from his immense length, sheeny slobber emanating all down the sides of your mouth before he pants. โgonna make such a mess โn your mouth, princess. โs that what you want?โ
you nod, feeling the vein that runs down his girthy cock twitch in your mouth. you moan, heโs feeling weightlessโyouโve got his knees trembling, a handโs still attached to your head like velcro before gyrating your tongue all over the crownhead of his shaft. โsuch a pretty face,โ he gruffs lowly, swiftly pulling your hair side to side to take every inch. โs-shame i gotta ruin it a little.โ
even nanamiโs dirty talk was tameโ it was cute to witness, the way his blond brows would tug into a furrow. heโs so pent up, and out of nowhereโyou feel a sudden rush erupt within your cunt. before you could even react, you end up cumming hard. it shoots out of you like a rough wave, itโs such pure bliss that it takes you a few seconds to realize. getoโs making out with your pussy, slowly sliding his two protected fingers in and out of your sopping wet entrance and you shudder. โwhat a fuckinโ mess,โ he hums, taking sight at how saturated you were. as geto laps his tongue against your folds once more, he stares back up at you and nanami. โaw. look at you two,โ and he leans down to kiss your forehead. โslobbinโ everywhere, messy girl you are.โ
your eyes go back up towards nanami, heโs sweating.
he felt as if the fabric of his robe stuck against his skin. while heโs holding it up with one hand, you sneak a stare at his abs, perfect washboard abs that looked quintessentially sculpted against his body. โg-gonna cum,โ and he stares at geto, growing a bit flustered once all attentionโs on him. โsuguru, donโt just stand there. pโฆpraise her.โ
geto scoffs, kneeling beside you on the bed before moving a few strands from your face. โso bossy,โ he grits before giving you your second head pat. he leans up close to your ear, grabbing the voice changer again and brings it up to his lips. โcโmon, doll. make โken cum, yeah. doinโ so good for us. youโre gonna make him whine for you, heh.โ
nanamiโs legs felt like mush, he throws his head back, his long black robe syncing with his movements before heโs gently pulling your head against his thick cock. he shudders, welts of twinges close in on the undersides of his thighs before he finally finishes. it builds up gradually before you find him pouring into your mouth with a nice amount of parching hot cum. itโs hot, a good mass of satiny ropes coat the flat middle part of your tongue and you moan. โf-fuuuck,โ he heaves through heavy lungs, itโs still trickling, you savor the taste. itโs bitterly sweet. he pulls out of your mouth before letting off a tremulous sigh. โgood girl, f-fuck.โ
โaw. donโt hog her, give me attention too,โ geto sneers, softly grabbing you by the neck, making you face him. with his right hand, he squeezes your lips together with a rigid grip. โah, donโt swallow yet. cโmere.โ
with half-lidded eyes, you doโleaning into his touch before geto plants his warm lips onto yours. youโre caught by surprise for the umpteenth time today, prying your mouth open for him and he lolls his tongue down your throat. you let off a whine, feeling his gloved hands rub against every inch of your body. immediately, he tastes the candied flavor of nanamiโs cum and it makes him groan. he didnโt even bat an eyeโyou return the kiss, feeling getoโs hand slither further down towards your ass. he caresses it, giving it a mean spank to make you moan out in ecstasy.
after a while, he pulls away, humming at nanami. โken ken, donโt be so shy. you want a taste too?โ
โyeah,โ he mutters, needy eyes staring at your lips that were lubricated with your own sheeny spit. โcan i?โ
you nod, and heโs so gentle with you. a hand nimbly wraps around your throat before he brings you into a deeper kiss. getoโs still for his hands on you, strumming his fingers near your pulled to the side panties. you let off a soft pant, feeling the spiral of nanamiโs tongue go against yours. he tastes sweet โ savory even, his flavor was purely mouthwatering. a thumb drags down the passageway of your throat before he pulls away. itโs slow, a polished concoction of saliva departs from each mouth and you whimper. you were throbbing, desperate for more and they both knew that. if thisโ whatever this was was some sort of movie, you never wanted it to end. you never wanted the credits to roll because you felt like you were floating on cloud nine.
with the two of them, you were stretched in every way possible. if you could compare who was bigger, actually you couldnโt. throughout multiple positions, you felt as if you were gonna snap in half. they had you so stupid. pink tongue rolled out, full lungs of oxygen departing out such hot breaths of air, you were the definition of stupid.
cockdrunk at its finest. each orgasm that got ruthlessly snatched out of you had your head spinning, heart racing entirely.
you felt like something was creeping up behind your shoulder, chills. whenever youโd coax out yet another teeth-shattering orgasm, all you felt was stone cold chills. time after time, it felt like pure blissโyou thought you were in a whole new world, barely even able to move your thighs an inch. being sandwiched between the two of them, perhaps you were a little greedy but you just couldnโt get enough. getoโs degrading you whilst nanamiโs whispering sweet pleasures into your ear, youโve never felt more soaked.
you didnโt wanna stopโ
currently, youโre straddling nanami. heโs got two rough hands gripping your waist, intaking every inch of your pretty physique. his stare sends you butterflies, his shaft was underneath you and only then pulls out. with a cute, โphew,โ he swipes a sheet of sweat that expands across his forehead. you rode him so good that he couldnโt even figure out what to say. he was so flustered, tips of his ears a reddish hot before he watches geto creep behind you. โthink she wants more, suguru.โ
โbet she does,โ he whispers, bringing a few sweet kisses near the inner corners of your neck.
youโre promptly sat up straight. the brief sounds of booming speakers roar from downstairs as you wrap your arms around nanami. geto licks near your collarbone before purring seductively. โsay, doll. how โbout you try to take us both? would ya like that?โ and with a gloved hand he gives your ass a squeeze. โwanna be the final girl โn prove your worth? our final girl?โ
without an inkling of hesitationโyou nod, mewling out a sweet, โyes, yes jusโ hurry up, sugu. โm still cโฆclose.โ
โso wet, so impatient,โ he whispers once more, and with two hands he makes you sit up from nanami. you gulpโswallowing whatever sanity you had left, preparing to be quite literally double stuffed with your roommates. you arenโt so sure why, but the fact that they both still had on their ghoulish costumes made you pulsate a bit more. getoโs helping you slide back down onto nanamiโs length before slowly making his way into you also. โgod, youโre so hot in here. gonna fuckinโ swallow me whole.โ
you moan, everything goes so slowโyour cunt was a ticking time bomb. you clamp down on each before slumping into nanamiโs chest. youโre met with kind eyes, he strokes your forehead before kissing the bridge of your nose, panting in a hushed voice. โeyes on me, princess. just relax.โ
you wriggle a bit at the positioningโbeing on nanamiโs lap, geto directly behind you, youโre quite literally being filled in every orifice by thick inches of cock. nanamiโs words were soothing, filling up your tummy with a pool of fluttering butterflies. you keep your eyes on him, clenching down on geto a bit before you hear him hiss in response. โugh. doll open up for me a little m-more, yeah.โ
his voice was deepened heavilyโyou let off a cute gasp once theyโre both finally in and a few shaky breaths exit past your lips. โhold my hand, i got you,โ nanami coos, and thatโs when geto starts to rock. he had more control between the two of you, the grip on your hips was firm and you let off a sweet babble. each individual entrance was stuffed, you swallow the invisible lump in your throat as you start to feel the sweltering friction of your thighs slap against nanami. โyouโre so pretty like this,โ and he kisses the temple of your cheek.
every kiss presented from nanami makes your heart raceโbeing sandwiched between nanami and geto, you really did feel like the main character.
your lip tremors, grinding back and forth between each of them, you feel geto wrap his thick fingers around your neck.
whilst youโre still straddling nanamiโyou moan again and again, feeling a free hand of getoโs spank your ass. the stretch that you continuously felt had your mouth watering. you heard the harmonic pap pap papโs until it rang throughout your ears. โfuck, ya like being stuffed donโt you, pretty girl? feel full enough?โ geto rasps, pressing his body right up against you. you felt his hot temperature go against your skin. making you feel every amount of his heat. your brainโs swelling up with fog. giving him an inert nod, you hear him click his tongue. โdidnโt say to nod your head, doll. i wanna hear that sweet voice.โ
whenever geto lowers his voice a bit, you feel the abrupt tension arise between your legs. leaning against nanami, you whine out a, โhngh y-yesss, โm so full, sugu. want more, stuff me more.โ
โlet me stuff your mouth too then.โ
and before you could come up with a reply, geto removes his gloveโshoving your mouth with two fat digits. he grunts, watching as youโre so compliant with your throat being filled with his fingers. nanami stares at the entire scene in front of him, his dick idly twitching inside of you. your tongue runs down his fingers before your own spit starts to seep down the corners of your lips. it was messyโyou were messy. your hips jitter and judder and you knew with having both holes stuffed you werenโt gonna last that much longer. it was probably the dozenth orgasm your pussyโs been introduced with and you could feel the creeping pleasure brew up inside your abdomen.
โsuguru, โm gonna cum.โ nanami groans, bringing his own hands to wrap around your waist. you lessen your tense from his touch before gagging a bit from the prodding of getoโs fingers way back into your throat. โsheโs s-squeezing me so good.โ
geto snickers, making eye contact with nanami. โare you? โken, youโre more whinier than usual today.โ
โshut up.โ he grumbles, slapping a hand over his face in embarrassment โ nanami wasnโt so known to be all flustered and abashed, but whenever he was, it was so cute.
youโve still got a mouthful of getoโs fingers before he pulls them out only to shove them into his own mouth. he hums, sharp hips snapping into you repeatedly as his other free hand tightens its secured grasp around your hip. โmhm,โ he groans, feeling himself reaching his peak also. โyou taste like a final girl. so sweet like candy.โ
with the piston of getoโs vigorous hips, youโre so loose that you feel the fleeting sensation of your cunt gaping.
its cavernous, you jerk forward against nanami before seconds later โ geto groans, abruptly finishing two seconds early. even his moans were pretty, he tugs his fingers out of your mouth to wrap them around your neck. strands of black hair glue to his forehead and he puffs out a single breath. licking a stripe near your neck, he feels thick volumes of his cum ooze into your hole. itโs so sticky, you bring your hips to a slowing halt before nanami shoots inside you too.
โf-fuck, sugu,โ nanami grunts, feeling his thighs stick underneath you. he was panting heavily, each breath that ran from his lips sounding more and more wearied. โdamn, so m-much.โ
everything spurts into you at once. they mirror each other inside of you perfectly. callused stubby fingertips of getoโs squeeze your neck softly, watching as youโre just being filled with bulky strings of cum, it floods your cunt until it drizzles further into your womb. youโre drooling, it feels so hot, sweltering hot. it sticks against your entrance before your arms wrap around nanami. โso f-full,โ you whimper, and he returns the gesture by brushing his thumb against your waist. droopy eyes hang low before nanami pulls you into another deep kiss. you decidedโthis was far better than some dumb party. the cottony fabric of the ghostface robe pricks against your skin as you lean into his heinous touch.
you shift your weight against nanamiโs lap, feeling geto pull out before he leans down between your legs. โspread your legs,โ he mutters, and in the midst of your tongue roaming down nanamiโs throat, you part your thighsโgasping once you feel getoโs own tongue lap against the freshly created mess. he makes little tiny licks, tasting the ropes of crisp cum thatโs sloppily easing out of every entranceโyou pulsate before he chortles, warm breath ventilating against your sobbing pussy. โso messy. donโt want any spillinโ out. gotta push it back in.โ
youโre moaning, after a while you break away from nanamiโs lips before he strokes your cheek lovingly, a cute drowsy look before he huffs, โdid you hear me, pretty?โ and he gently pokes your cheek. โyou always do this..โ
confusion hits you before your eyes suddenly openโyou jolt up, both of your roommates beside you, gawking at you with a look of deadpan. youโre leaning against geto, the third movie of scream playing in the backgroundโit was near the ending where the killer was being revealed. you sit up, staring down at your legs and you were fully clothedโthere was no geto eating between your legs, no being stuffed with nanami, nothing.
โhellooo, earth to roomie,โ geto waves his hand in your face, you stare at him before furrowing your brows. โyou okay? you fell asleep on me again. whatโs got ya so spooked? looks like ya seen a ghost.โ
so it was a dream?
a mere glimpse of your lewd imaginationโ?
you have a sudden sheepish look, running your fingers near the nape of your neck. โhuh. oh, iโm fine. i thought the movie would be over by now.โ
nanami rubs your back. โwe still have like twenty minutes left,โ and then he looks at you with a concerned look. so gentleโso tender. โare you sure youโre okay? we can watch a rom-com if you want.โ
โiโm okay,โ you insist, slumping your head back against geto.
that was weird, out of all the dreams youโve had throughout your lifeโnone of them ever felt as surreal as that one. for some reason, you were still aroused though. you were a bit out of breath and felt chills run all over your body.
abruptly, your phone rings,
โsugu, can you pass me my phone?โ you sigh, trying to relax. you were pretty bummed you werenโt at that party getting stuffed with your two roommates but insteadโin your generic dorm watching a scary movie.
he hands you the phone, grabbing the remote to turn it down a few notches.
once you take it, succinctly, your eyes scan across the screenโit reads that itโs from an unknown number. not really thinking much, you decide to answer, swiping the green button to answer. โum, hello?โ
โhello.โ
โhi,โ you rub your eyes. โcan i help y-โ
โwhatโs your favorite scary movie?โ
rolling your eyes, you peer at your two roommates beside you, nudging them and peeling the phone away from your ear for a moment. โvery funny, suguru.โ
geto gives you a look of confusion and nanami mimics the same. he shrugs, averting his eyes back toward the movie. โvery funny what.โ
and suddenly youโre laid back, an unbelieving expression was expressed on your face as you were left with a weird feeling. if it wasnโt them then whoโ
that same chill eerily creeps up your spine before you put the phone back near your ear. itโs that same low voice you heard from before, each word it speaks pitches deeper before you grow quiet at its final haunting response,
you have to go somewhere but they won't let you leave easily.
part two of this post which is xavier only. wanted to write something similar with the rest of the guys :)
mdni. 18+ only. dry humping. thigh job. fingering. cunnilingus. handjob. creampie. overstimulation. brief somnophilia and male masturbation.
sylus
You were on a tight schedule. You have to make it back to Linkon by three in the afternoon because your apartment building decided to have a surprise maintenance. If you're not there on time, you'll certainly get an earful from the landlord and you'd rather not deal with that.
But with the way Sylus was running his hands all over you, it looks like you might be in trouble.
As you're getting dressed in his bedroom, his hands found their way under your shirt, sliding up to your chest. And there was something rubbing against your back - something hard.
"Are you sure you want to leave now?"
Oh, he was on a mission.
Through the reflection of the mirror, as Sylus stands behind you with a mischievous smirk on his face, his lips tickles the shell of your ear and his hands squeezed your breasts through your bra.
He's thrusting his hips against your ass, and the layers of your clothings did not do much to contain his stiffened cock.
"Sylus...."
He starts leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw to your neck and down to your collar bones. One hand jumped from your chest and down to your hips, then straight inside your skirt to feel your core with his fingers.
You let out a soundless gasp at the sudden contact, leaning back into his chest.
"You...."
"I'm what, sweetie?" he asked, teasing you through the fabric of your underwear.
"You...should be going to bed."
It's noon, which is around Sylus' bedtime. You were with him for two days, including last night, though you fell asleep around midnight.
Meanwhile, Sylus had Onychinus-related business to finish and didn't return until around four in the morning. He should be getting sleepy right about now.
"You're right. I should." He then nips your right earlobe. "How about you join me?"
"I told you..." You let out a soft moan as Sylus moved your panty aside and inserted two fingers inside you. "I... have to....go...."
"Hmm? Does it have to be now?" Sylus' fingers pushed in deeper. "You can't stay for just a few more minutes? After all, who knows what Onychinus' leader might do when left unsupervised?"
Pushing up your skirt, Sylus thrusted his hips against your ass at the same pace he pleasures you with his fingers.
"You are so...!"
He'd won his game.
You turned around and lightly pushed back his shoulders, only for you to chase after his lips that withdrew from your ear.
He returned the kiss with twice the force, using one hand to caress your face and the other to brush his fingers against the skin exposed by the hem of your shirt after you stood on the tip of your toes.
The kisses were quickly filled with desperation, and soon he was removing the clothes that you've only just put on a couple of minutes ago. Your shirt and skirt dropped down to the floor, and your bra had been flung across the room.
In return, you avidly got rid of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. From the moment you freed him from his boxers, Sylus spun you around to face the mirror once again.
"Before you leave me, let me just enjoy you one last time, okay, sweetie?" After a soft peck on your cheek, Sylus gave you a soft nudge forward, making you bend down just a small angle.
Then, he slid his cock between your thighs.
From the mirror's reflection, you watched him thrust into the small and tight space, spreading his pre-cum against your throbbing cunt.
You pressed your thighs together to increase the pressure that was enveloping Sylus' cock as it moves back and forth frantically. Sylus muffled his groans by burying his face against your neck, though he became louder as his pace drastically increased.
Just as he feels himself cumming closely, Sylus' movements came to a halt and stepped away from you. You let out a shaky breath of relief mixed with disappointment, thinking he'd already gotten his fill. But you were so, so wrong.
In the blink of an eye, Sylus gripped your hips and slammed his cock right into you.
Every inch of him.
He knows you have no problem taking him whole so he went into you as deeply as he could.
You let out a squeal as Sylus gave you no time to recover. He followed up one hard thrust with another, and your eyes couldn't leave the mirror's reflection of his ravishing face as he pounds into you.
His mouth his open as he becomes unable to hold back his grunts, and his eyes are on the mirror to admire your own expressions as you fall apart from his cock.
Hearing your mewls, Sylus bent you down further to reach an even deeper part of you before rocking his hips faster while you started to thrust back to him.
Sylus felt you clench around him and lost control of his movements. One hand remained clinging to your hips and the other reached for your face, guiding you to look at him so his tongue can meet yours while your lips become coated with each other's saliva.
Suddenly, Sylus growls into your mouth and his hips stuttered for a moment. His speed increased by a tenfold and both of your ecstatic cries were mixed with the sound of your flesh crashing at every second.
At last, he pulls out and comes on your back. Your legs shook as your own orgasm followed not a minute after, and Sylus caught you and picked you up bridal-style before you could lose balance. He brought you over to his bed and gave you a soft, lingering kiss as he hovers on top of you.
"So, kitten, have you reconsidered about joining me in sleeping in? If your landlord kicks you out, you're more than welcome to stay here."
caleb
You're standing by the kitchen's counter table, happily eating the breakfast that Caleb prepared for you while the cook himself pouts on the chair that you're supposed to be sitting on.
"You're really leaving me early, pip-squeak?"
"Mhmm. Have to go to work early tomorrow so I have to get home by tonight."
Caleb sighs in defeat before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his cheek against your stomach.
"Fine, fine."
You were too busy enjoying the iced-coffee he made for you so you failed to see the glint that flashed in his eyes.
It began with his left hand drawing circular patterns your thighs. You didn't pay much attention to it as he likes to do that sometimes to appreciate the softness of your skin.
But once his fingers started to move higher and higher, going up your skirt to fiddle with the band of your underwear, your heart started racing.
His right hand slightly pushed the hem of your shirt just high enough to expose some skin between your hips and stomach, then he started to leave soft kisses all over the area.
You paused from drinking your coffee to give Caleb a questioning look, but his eyes were closed as he's too lost in showering you with affection.
Assuming that was all he wanted, you decided to let him do as he please and combed his soft hair with your fingers.
Then, you felt the zipper of your skirt being pulled down. Before you could say a word, it drops down around your feet and to the floor.
He gently grabbed your thighs and nudged them open to make space for himself as he puts his mouth to your crotch.
"Caleb - "
You lost your voice as soon as his tongue flicked against your clothed core. He hums with satisfaction, tigtening his hold on your thighs before exerting more force so you could feel him better.
Caleb looked up at you intensely, and you were met with a gleam full of desire that had your palms sweating and your cunt pulsating.
"I...." Your face felt hot, and you feel like it just became harder to breathe. "I have to leave soon, Caleb... We can't - "
"You said you have to get home by tonight, but not in the afternoon. You can spare me a little more of your time, can't you? After all, it'll be days again until we see each other...."
All of your responses turned into suppressed moans as he pressed his mouth against your panty even harder.
Your nails sank on his shoulders as he suddenly grabbed the back of your thighs and carefully sat your figure on the chair that he was previously sitting on.
Caleb got on his knees and pulled down your underwear before putting himself between your legs. His lips greeted your throbbing pussy, then his tongue darts to your clit as he eats you out like a starved man.
He was devouring you as if he's never had you before.
He was getting you in all the right spots. He knows exactly how to please you, and what will make you fall apart the fastest.
That's why it didn't take long for you to reach your climax. Before you could stop yourself, you squirted all over Caleb's mouth, cheeks, and jaw. The view made your entire body flush with embarrassment, though at the same time it made you want him even more.
Caleb wiped his cheeks and chin with the sleeves of his shirt, then he licked off what had gotten on his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the taste of you, before quickly standing up to eagerly strip off his clothes.
His cock sprung up, glistening with pre-cum that had his boxers soaked especially when he was fucking you with his mouth. It wants so badly to bury itself in your pussy that it had impatiently gotten swollen, twitching and leaking as you set your gaze on it.
You could see how badly he needed you, and yet when your hand reached out to touch his dick, Caleb caught your wrist and held it along with your other one. Just with one hand, he pulled your wrists above your head and pinned it down on the back of the chair.
Caleb shoved his cock inside you and your shoulder lightly hit the back of the chair at the impact. He hissed at the way you took him so well and so tight, and the way you were wriggling underneath him only turned him on even more.
He started off slowly, letting you adjust to him. He pecked your forehead, nose, cheeks, jaw, and lastly, a long-lasting one on your lips before he gradually picked up the pace.
Your hands twitched, wanting to feel Caleb in return as he's making you feel so good, but he kept a secured hold on your wrists so that you could hold on to nothing as he drills into you. His half-lidded eyes went to your lips and he relished the sweet sounds you were making just for him.
The chair was screeching as its legs scraped against the floor. Had it not been for Caleb holding your wrists down on the back of the chair, you would've already been in another room at every thrust he made.
"F-fuck...." Caleb exhales, chest heaving and muscles clenching as he feels himself coming close.
He'd finally let go of your wrists just so his hands can roam all over your body, then he intertwined his fingers with yours as he finishes inside you, just a few seconds after your second climax.
He didn't stop moving his hips until he filled you with every drop of his cum. Anything that threatened to ooze back out of you, he shoved back in with his cock, even if it made both of you want to curl up at the overwhelming sensations.
Both of you felt every inch of each other, eyes rolled back with overstimulation, until Caleb lost his energy. Drops of sweat clung onto your bodies as you take a moment to catch your breath.
You threw your head back and groaned, feeling like the world is spinning. Caleb took the chance to bite into your neck and leave one last mark on your body.
He used his left hand to wipe sweat off your face. With a soft smile, Caleb brushed some stands of hair away from your face and gave you a soft kiss on your chin.
Your heart swells at the sight of him beaming at you. He is so pretty, you can just stare at him forever.
Even when he loves teasing you endlessly.
"Look at the time, pip-squeak. You still have a few minutes left to spare. You still have to shower, right?"
rafayel
"I can't believe you're leaving me for a fictional character."
Rafayel sulks in his bathtub, pouting with his arms crossed as you stand by his feet, facing him with a blank expression.
"Go on, then. Leave. Leave me for your vampire fake boyfriend. I could die, but go on."
"He's not a vampire."
"Oh, so you admit that he's your fake boyfriend?"
You moved to the side and rested your arms on the rim of the bathtub, then you poked Rafayel's cheek. "It's just a movie, you big baby."
Tara invited you to watch a movie with her since she knows you like that series as well. Rafayel was invited to go too, but he's not a big fan of it and would prefer to stay home.
He has better things to do, he said.
And by that, he means taking a bath for as long as he could, until Thomas checks up on him and the painting he's supposed to be finishing up soon.
"It's just for a few hours. I'll be back by tonight, okay?"
Rafayel grabbed your hand just as you started to walk away to leave the bathroom.
"Wait, but Miss Bodyguard.... I'm not feeling so good all of a sudden...."
"What? What's wrong?"
"Something feels....weird...."
"Where?"
You put your hand on his forehead to check if he has a fever.
"Not there."
Rafayel took your hand and guided it elsewhere.
"Here."
Lower, and lower, and lower.
Down his chest.
Below the warm, bubbly water.
Between his thighs.
And by weird, he means that he's hard. Little did you know, Rafayel was thinking of dirty things as soon as you walked in the bathroom and he saw your outfit.
It was just a casual, pretty dress that you'd worn once on a date with him. Still, he can't help but imagine himself fucking you in it.
"Miss bodyguard...." Rafayel whispers just as your hands wrapped around his cock. "Before you leave, can you help me feel better?"
"But I'm...."
He thrusted into your hand, slowly.
Rafayel's moans cut you off, and the glorious sound went straight to your pussy. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as droplets of water trickled down his skin.
Maybe.... maybe it should be fine.
It's not like you have to leave right away, right? The traffic shouldn't be too bad today. You can still make it on time. This won't take long.
That's what you told yourself before tightening your fist on his cock and stroking him faster. You pressed your lips against Rafayel, who was surprised at the sudden contact but didn't hestitate to kiss you back hard.
He held your jaw with one hand to keep you in place while his tongue grazes yours. The sound of your lips smacking against each other joined the spashing of water from the bathtub as your hands moved under it.
Rafayel's lower body started to squirm, unable to contain himself from the overwhelming pleasure you were delivering. With his face flushed, he lets out slow, ragged breaths to calm himself down.
He wanted to cum, but he didn't want you to go just yet. You can't leave so soon. Not until he's been inside you.
"Darling.... I need you." he whines against your ear. "Please...."
Your breath hitched at his expression. So needy, just for you. You were wet and clenching behind your panties, feeling just as desperate as him. "Get up."
He paused for a moment before realizing the intention of your words. He hurriedly stood up from the bathtub and dried his body with a towel, then wasted no time reattaching himself onto you.
His lips returned to yours while his hands busied themselves by removing your clothes and letting them fall to the floor.
With your back against the wall, Rafayel wrapped your legs around his hips. Then, he pushed his cock into you. He buried his face between your breasts, groaning at the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly.
You felt so, so, good, he almost didn't want to move. For a moment, he just wanted to stay like that, with him inside you, warming him up. But his cock was throbbing. He needed to feel all of you, and he can't afford to waste any second.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing him even more into you as you gasped for air. Your heart is racing at every thrust, and your eyes were clouded with the steam that took over the bathroom, caused by the temperature of the bath's water as well as your own heavy breaths.
"So...good...." Rafayel murmurs against your skin as your hand brushed against the bond mark on his chest.
He started to move even faster and harder that your back was no longer against the wall; your body was bouncing up and down his cock, letting you feel him even more.
You grunted his name, pressing your nails down his skin and making him moan louder in return while he strengthens his hold on your hips. Just then, he felt his body tightening up and his core convulsing. Without a warning, Rafayel pulls out of you and bursts all over your thighs.
Your body tumbles onto his arms as your legs weakened from your own release. Rafayel picked you up bridal style and sat you on the vanity top in front of the mirror.
He wiped your face and body with a clean towel and gently fixed your hair with a comb.
"Hey, Miss Bodyguard...." Rafayel grinned. "I bet your fictional vampire fake boyfriend can't make you make those pretty noises like I just did."
You frowned and squished his cheeks with one hand. "I have to let Tara know I'm not gonna make it before the trailers for the movie because...my fish was being a brat."
"Heh."
Rafayel looked way too proud of himself.
zayne
It was Zayne that woke you up way before your alarm could even ring. You have a dentist appointment early in the morning, and your lover who doesn't like them very much says it's always important that you show up to your appointments on time.
That's why he had taken the liberty of waking you up early.
You were having a dreamless but peaceful sleep when you were pulled into consciousness by light feather kisses tickling your neck and shoulders.
An arm rested on your stomach and gently rubbed you for comfort before it pulled you back so that you're right against a strong chest.
"Darling, are you awake?"
You're still half-asleep and lacked the energy to come up with a response, so you kept your eyes and mouth shut, ready to fall back into your slumber.
Your alarm hasn't given you a heart attack yet, so you still have time to sleep. Even if you only had one minute left, you'll take it.
Zayne disagrees.
He thinks you should wake up now.
So, he gives you kisses that are more intense than before. He tangled his legs with yours and pressed his hips against your ass while his mouth sucks the skin between your neck and right shoulder.
Quiet moans fought their way out from your lips, but your eyes refused to open despite your twitching eyelids.
Zayne's hand on your stomach traveled higher to feel your chest at the same time he rutted his hips onto your ass.
He's only wearing his boxers, and you're only wearing a thin underwear underneath the shirt you robbed from his closet. You should be feeling the friction quite well, so he has no doubt that he'd get your attention no matter how light or deep you're sleeping right now.
But as it turns out...
His own actions affected him much faster than you did. His cock hardened immediately just by pressing against you and feeling you up.
He only meant to tease you a little, and that backfired on him so bad.
He can't stop now.
Zayne continued to hump your ass until his boxers were stained from his own excitement. He faced the ceiling for a moment to catch his ragged breath, then he stuck one hand in his boxers and wrapped his fist around his cock.
He stroke himself slowly, feeling all blood rushing to his crotch. He was throbbing and leaking, and his hand feels like it's not going to be enough no matter what he does on his own.
Zayne shifted sideways once again and closed the distance between your bodies. He kissed your shoulder before brushing his cock against your clothed pussy, staining it with his pre-cum.
Your legs twitched at the sudden feeling that struck your core. You gasped and opened your eyes just for Zayne's thumb to enter your mouth and feel your tongue.
You heard him groan softly from behind you.
"Zayne..."
He paused for a moment, too flustered to come up with an immediate response.
"G-good morning..."
But he couldn't stop himself from moving, from chasing after the ecstatic feeling you were giving him.
"Can I...." His words comes out shaky as he struggles to hold himself back. "I need you. Please, can I-"
You held his right hand that had been hovering over your chest. "Go ahead, Zayne."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Please."
He already had you fully aroused. There was no way you could just walk away without being fucked by him.
You grinded your ass back to him, encouraging him to do as he please, and so Zayne pulled down your panty and fully sheathed himself into you.
He knew you could take him. You've always taken him so well, and so he started to move fast right away. You struggled to keep your volume low as he dove into you hard with every thrust, causing the entire bed to shake.
The drops of sweat that stuck to your skin had been turned into specks of snow as Zayne loses control of his movements as well as his own breathing.
He had to bury his face against your neck as he feels his senses starting to feel overwhelmed with desire and pleasure.
He needed to feel you more.
Faster.
Deeper.
The moment you clenched tightly around his cock, Zayne fell apart. He came inside you hard, some had started to spill out of you, mixing in with your own release.
Both of you rested your back against the mattress to catch your breaths and regain your senses.
And even then, Zayne's cock remained stiff.
The moment your eyes fell to it, ready to offer him your service, your alarm clock finally blared and made you jump.
"Fuck... I have to start getting ready."
You sat up, only for Zayne to follow your action. He took your arms and legs and guided you to sit on him. On his lap.
"It's okay if you're a few minutes late." He lowered your ass into his cock, earning a soundless gasp from you. "They'll understand how hard it is.... to get up in the morning..."
Tunes of your heartbeat โงโหโช๐เฟโหโน
sypnosis; In which your fate somehow gets entangled into a jumble of mess between punk music in cozy cafรฉs, intense rivalry, cherished yakults, parallelograms and quantum physics, competitions in contests and rainy days. Or in other words; the universe seems to fucking hate your guts for whatever reason and decided to curse your love life with your awful crass emo twink-a-fuck rival. The question is; did the curse work?
a scaramouche x f!reader SMAU
โข Genre; hate at first sight, slowburn, intense rivalry, also intense rivalry in?? who gets to?? pamper each other more?? yeah, rivals to lovers, scara doesn't know how to love, punk music, yakult and swiss miss, senior highschool love, bonding through music, confessions through music, hanging out in ugly places vibes, senior-high typa thing?, late highschool, about-to-be graduatees, and etcetera:)
โข Warnings; mommy issues, a fuck ton of curses (be warned), mentions of alcohol and probably a few panic attacks here and there, sewersidal mentions, kys jokes, vulgar jokes, like very vulgar. 18+ not for wattpad purposes but bc it's too inappropriate and vulgar๐ญ
โข Taglist II is open! ask to be added or removed!
โข Status; ongoing. no update schedule, and irregular hiatuses.
inspiration; from the sidelines bkdk fic ao3, sleeping sirens' songs omg and this one fic that i made over a year ago which is the root of this SMAU
โ notes..
- let me know if you want to be added as a twt user in this SMAU too!
- feel free to picture yourself however you want:)
authors notes - i've been literally thinking of making this since uhhhhhhh idk last week ago? this fic was actually inspired by a bkdk ao3 fanfic. and what drove me to really do this smau is thatโi really like the idea of applying real life things to fiction. like please tell me everytime u see yakult, it reminds u of this fic. or cafรฉs. i want this fic to exude that vibe and by that, ill try my best to do exactly that.
Synopsis: Friends start their first year at Teyvat University. The school that is known for its paranormal activity. The group doesnโt truly believe the rumors until they start to experience how frightening the school can be. What happens when the friend group investigates the truth of the hauntings?
Pairing: Xiao x Gn!reader
Genre: Horror/thriller au, horror comedy, friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn, one giant friend group
Warnings: Mentions of ghosts, demons, stuff you would see in a horror movie, lots of swearing, crude jokes, mentions of alcohol and smoking, pictures are used to visualize the scenario but none of y/n
Status: Started (October 19 2024)
Taglist: Open!
A/N: Second smau!! I will start this once Iโve finished ttme.
Side note: The group is combined of Aetherโs and Lumineโs friend groups. While they do have a big gc they mostly talk on, thereโs two separate ones for the twinโs respective groups. (In case anyone was confused!!)
Profiles: โLumineโs groupโ II โAetherโs groupโ
Prologue: Orientation
fun facts!
Act I: Soul not for sale
01- Ghost child , 02- Not what it seems , 03- Be careful , 04- Missing , 05- Purely platonic , 06- The library , 07- Wtf?? , 08- Suspicions , 09- Sleep paralysis demon , 10- Halloween ,
Act II: My haunted lungs
11- Call me maybe , 12- Ass slapper , 13- The midnight game , 14- , 15- , 16- , 17- , 18- , 19- , 20- ,
Act III: I know if Iโm haunting you, you must be haunting me
You and Kinich are the schoolโs #1 ship on the school-wide ship app, but academically, only one of you can hold the top spot. Shipped with your academic rival? Really?
โI know Iโll fall in love with you, baby. And thatโs not what I wanna doโฆโ
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Academic rivals to lovers, oblivious idiots in love, fluff, crack, modern au, social media au, Highschool au
