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I WOULD HAVE DONE TONS OF COCAINE WITH YOU, AND KEPT YOU ALIVE FOREVER.
holy fuck im so hard right now thinking about your soon to come isra x junkerqueen. idk who isra is but like im actually busting in my thong rn my cocks hard ngh
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give it up 2 me / nanami k.
synopsis: after a month of nanami tirelessly working to help provide, you waltz into his office demanding some affection. you got what you wanted, but in a different way that satisfied both you and nanami.
content warnings: no curses au, giving hickeys (on reader), hair pulling on nanami, unprotected sex, reader is female, soft to rough sex, praising/degrading, orgasm denial once (on reader), aftercare mentioned but not written out, p in v, squirting, dirty talk, riding, mating press
a/n: hes so fine. would eat him alive.
nanami was the most hard-working man you'd ever met. that was obviously a given, with all the hours he's spent in his office chair, doing what he can to provide for your comfortable lifestyle. he never complained; not one little peep coming from those neglected lips of his as of recently.
truthfully, you'd been neglected yourself. of course, he still crawls into bed with you in the dead of night when you're too tired to act on your desires that had been festering for the better part of december. you didn't blame him, nor would you say that you were ungrateful. your lifestyle was only supported by nanami, who'd give you the stars in the sky if you'd ask for them. which is why when you were free from your friends and had nothing on your mind to buy, you slipped into his office room.
his back was turned to the entry doorway, but his ears perked up on the sound of your sock-covered feet hitting the floor. he turned his head just slightly, noticing the flimsy material of your nightgown as you came and wrapped your arms around his neck. "kentooo," you uttered quietly, drawing out the 'o' in his name. your voice did wonders on him, instantly perking him up from his tired mood. his tired eyes would glance up to yours, so bright and full of life. you felt guilty, you did, sitting back and spending the money he had so generously allowed you to spend without repercussion, but you didn't supply for him outside of dinner, cleaning the house, and... "give me attention," you'd demand. his eyes would narrow until the browns of his eyes would glint with mischief, a hum coming from him. "and just how should i deliver that request, princess?" nanami would whisper, as if it were a secret from everyone that his thoughts were taking a turn. your brows would quirk upwards, smile forming as you inched closer and closer towards him, as a predator would to prey. "i can name a few ways, ken." and like that, his fly was open and his cock would poke out, eager and throbbing. your flimsy nightgown would be hiked up to your hips, and you'd be straddling his hips and bouncing, almost desperately, just as nicely as you'd want to. you were so gentle with him, savoring every touch and breath against your skin that would engrave itself into your skin. the warmth of his words would tattoo itself into your brain, back arching just as he'd like. "you're such a good girl," he'd manage to huff out, "so perfect. look h - oh, fuck - how perfect you look for me. all pretty f'me." his hands would grasp your hips in a vice, his mouth slightly ajar and his head thrown back in his chair, which leaned back to accommodate both your and his bodies. "kennn," you'd drawl out, voice laced with a desire that had been festering up for a partial month. he'd grin, his lips locked onto your neck and creating hickeys that blossomed from a soft pink to a darker colour, soothing the marks with a lick to your neck. "yeah? feel good, princess?" he mumbled against your skin, burning up with the warmth of your bodies melting together. "oh, you precious, precious thing..." he whispered, before raising up from his seat and holding you by the flesh of your thighs, flipping your positions. "kento!" you gasped out, struggling to comprehend anything as your knees were pressed to your shoulders, just barely, and your hands came to press against his stomach. "please, please, im s - soo - close!" your words came out in stuttered gasps, brows knitted together. "ah, ah, ah," he tutted, stopping his motions. he kissed along your jawline, slow, easy, and his own breaths seemed labored. "not just yet. you wanna savor this, don't you?" he questioned, "you wanna feel good just a little while, right? be good for me..." kento grabbed your wrist and dragged your hand away from his stomach, closest to the part where you and him connected, and placed it on your chest, "or are you too dumb for that? too dumb to think, too dumb to speak. my dumb little whore." he giggled, watching as you writhed beneath him and stuttered out pleas for your release. when he was certain you were done, his thrusts resumed. slow, precise, snapping against the meat of your ass before picking up the pace once more. he was as rough as ever, eyes staring deeply into yours. "this is what you wanted," nanami muttered, "don't try to run from it now."
he breathed heavily, your hands coming to grab ahold of the blonde locks that would sprout from between your fingers, becoming messy and crazy. you tugged, and he grunted - a noise you found heavenly, if you could add. his lips met yours in a ferocious kiss, tongues rendezvousing around each other. with that, his hands would tighten around your legs and forced them further back, deepening his thrusts. pulling away from the lip-lock, he'd chuckle. "yeah? wanna cum?" he questioned, "y - yes! yes, kento, please!" your words came out slurred, and he released one of your legs in satisfaction. they slid up the side of your thigh, a harsh grasp coming to your waist in a bruising hold, one you were certain you would feel in the morning. it would slowly move, and his thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, more selfish. deft fingers would slide along your skin, before halting their movements at your stomach. slowly, he'd apply pressure, eyes zoned in to your eyes to watch how'd they squeeze shut, then force themselves open. a never ending process of watching where you'd connect together, then hiding from the pleasure. "go on then. cum for me." he'd command, and in an instant a mess would fly along his shirt, and stain the lower half of his body. it was messy, and his eyes would widen ever so slightly. mahogany irises would squint as his smile met his eyes, chuckling. "see? i knew you could do it. such a good girl." with that, he'd scoop you up gently. "come on, let's get cleaned up. you wanna change? hm?" he'd question as he walked, kissing praises into your soft skin, "i'll run a little bath. we'll go to bed then, yeah?" "promise, tomorrow will be all about you, angel."
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The magic of childhood is that you were constantly encountering new things. The best way to feel that way again is to fill your life with new experiences.
The magic of childhood is that you were constantly encountering new things. The best way to feel that way again is to fill your life with new experiences.
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is it really you? / eren j.
synopsis: eren jaeger was the best and worst part of your life. your first love, first heartbreak; but what if when you move on, he comes right back and worse than ever?
content warnings: angst(?), smut, porn with plot, p in v, unprotected sex, hair pulling (on eren), biting, reader is gender neutral but afab and femininely dressed, toxic eren, implied cheating, pet names angel, sweets, pretty, possessive eren
a/n: never wrote for eren before. i love toxic men even though i'd probably kms if i fell for a toxic man irl.
eren jaeger was your worst nightmare. your first love on college campus, freshmen year. honestly, the red flags were there - he started flirting the first night you met despite him having his hand on your best friends hip not even a few moments ago before she shoo'd him off in your direction. even worse, it was a halloween partyβit was bound to fail from the start. the flimsy material of the black dress you wore and the fake tail clipped to the back of it to make more of a dressy cat woman outfit. the little cat ears you wore reflected the flashing strobe lights of the room, the glitter etched into the black fake fur shining brightly.
he was eager, a real flirtβhe had you fooled. if only you had discovered months prior of his scandals with other women, you would've brushed him off the same way your friend did. but when you ended up on your back that night, arched with sweat pooling down your body and the high of pure ecstasy rushing through your veins, you were hooked.
for the next 6 months, you were treated like the campus queen. "eren's never settled down so fast.." "what'd you do to him?" "what spell did you bewitch him with?"
numerous of your friends had warned you of what would happen. your heart would get broken and you'd ugly cry for days, just like you were known to do even over the slightest inconvenience or frustration from you, but you clung hope. eager to make it work, you gave it your all, yet to eren... your all hadn't been enough.
the countless night you had spent on your back or on your stomach with your head pushed into the pillow, in front of your mirror, spending hundreds on fancy lingerie for him to tear off and promise to buy more had all meant nothing. it wasn't that you were shocked when you found him in a room with another woman he told you not to worry about.
her grin haunts your nightmares, and the glint in his intoxicated eyes still made you sweat in your sleepβyou moved to learn on, in peace, but it took you until your sophomore year to begin dating once more. it was a sweet, polite boy, someone who'd surely treat you right.
but somehow, eren lured you right back in with a couple of apologies and wet eyes. he always looked prettiest with those long wet lashes of his batting away tears, not that you'd ever mad him cryβbut seeing him sniffle over your own crying still made your heart warm.
he pulled you away from the crowd, hiding in a private room and sitting you down on the bed. he said it was to "talk", to put the past behind you. if that was the case, why was his hand dragging up your thigh?
"eren, no touchingβ" you gasped quietly once he traced over that one barely ticklish spot on your inner upper thigh, watching the way his dimples formed once he smiled. "i still know your body like the back of my hand, angel. i always will." he whispered, letting his lips run along the soft of your neck. your date, the man you were planning on going right back to, waited for you patiently downstairs while your ex kissed on your skin.
"eren," you muttered desperately, brows furrowing as you pushed back slightly on his shoulders. you squirmed in his hold, the old feelings that you had so desperately pushed down resurfacing quickly. your fingers grasped a hold of his long dark brown hair, the same hair that you had tugged on so desperately months ago while he made home in between your thighs. he giggled against your skin, green eyes leaning in on you.
"too much, sweets? cant handle it? are you really satisfied with the fucker that brought you in here?" eren whispered, the words trailing into your ear and igniting a deep fire within you, "he knows you're still mine, angel. you don't blush the way you used to with me." he muttered, snaking the dress you wore upwards and around your waist, noting the way your panties clung to your body. his pinkie teased the lace of it, grinning just a bit.
he sunk to his knees slowly, spreading your thighs apart just slightly. a hunger took over the both of you, your entire body melting into his touch. parting your lips, you were so tempted to beg, eager to whimper his name and scream it to the top of your lungs without him even ghosting his fingers along your core. his teeth dug into the fat of your thighs, looking up to you as he sucked harshly against your skin.
barely a moment had passed before your clothes were eagerly tugged off and he pushed you on your back, taking in the dips and curves that he had foolishly taken for granted. he breathed in your scent and kissed the crook of your neck once more. after he had prepped and entered the same wet cavern that gripped him like a vice, it took his all not to cum right there and thenβno words in the english lexicon could explain how desperately he missed this, more so, missed you.
"pussy s'perfect, dunno how i coulda' thrown this away, fuck," he muttered under his breath. the praise had your toes curling, the angle of which he had you in with your hips slightly upward and your ankles locked around his back, had you seeing the stars you never thought you'd see again. the overwhelming feeling of guilt chewed at you, tears prickling your eyes as you watched him enter and leave you with his thrusts.
it was easy to tell when eren was holding back, and now was that exact time. the usual rough pace that you grew accustomed to within the 6 months of dating was now replaced with something much lighter. it had you think, even just for a moment, if this was really eren. the gentleness in which he cradled you, his thumbs rubbing circles into your thighs as he marked you up from the crook of your neck to the valley of your breasts.
you dont know how many times you sobbed his name, nails digging into his back while sweat covered your bare bodies. "you're s'pretty, don't know why i didn't see that with you, ma," he muttered with a moan, "like that? yeah, felt you get a lil' tighter. fuck, keep clenchin' me like that an' i wont be able ta pull out." he groaned against your skin, and you sobbed, "missed you, 'ren, missed you s'much!" you called out desperately without a care in the world. the bass from the music outside still thumped against your heart, so being loud wasn't an issue.
he shuttered at the sound of your begging, and the gentle thrusts that he had started with growing more erratic. you moaned, the spongy spot inside you that he never had any trouble reaching now being abused. his thumb that had previously rested on your thigh now drew attention to your clit, dragging tight circles around it rapidly as if to bring you impossibly closer to the edge.
"eren," you cried, convulsing as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, "gonna cum, m'gon cum, 'ren!" you warned, waterline wet from tears that had shifted from guilt to those of pure overwhelming pleasure. "cum with me, pretty, you wan' cum? cum with me." eren pleaded with you, those jade eyes of his watching the way he disappeared into your hole.
with his encouragement, you reached and came to your peak. you twitched and arched your back higher and higher until you were struggling to breath, feeling the way eren stilled and helped you ride out your high while his own pent-up cum desperately spilled inside you, filing you to the brim as he moaned.
calming down, he grinned at you. "i'm so sorry i left you, angel," he cooed. he brushed your hair back, kissing your forehead while you stared up at him with the prettiest fucked-out expression he never got tired of. "missed this pretty pussy, missed that pretty little face of yours." he hummed, pulling out slowly with a shlick sound coming as he did. he pulled up his pants and ran out, fetching a wash cloth as he returned.
"promise i'll do better if you just give me a chance and drop that fucker you're talking to," he muttered, kissing the hickeys that lined your neck as you nodded drowsily, "you were always mine, pretty. you never stopped being mine."
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suguru letting you put on eyeliner or mascara on him and you just tell him he looks really pretty like this so he gets all shy and embarrassed (fluff & smut :D)
prettiest boy
i hear u i hear u!
,, x fem!reader , fluff + smut , this got really dirty , both are kinda switches , unprotected , dirty talk , creampie , pet names (quite a few, + reader calls suguru pretty boy a lot) , degrading + praising , spanking , choking (tiny) , some nasty tongue kissing , not proofread , drabble.
βugh, youβre so pretty it makes my heart fall out.β you sigh exaggeratedly, making the man sitting on the couch in front of you hold your waist tighter, eyes fluttering open and giving you a look. βbaby, youβre not even finished yet.β suguru chuckles, feeling a bit bashful as you grin, βthatβs the thing! only one eyeβs done and you look like a little prince.β you giggle, pointing the tube of mascara at him before handing it to him.
in return, he hands you the eyeliner, closing his eyes and giving you his signature smile. he truly has no idea what you mean. so oblivious to how pretty his usual low eyes look with a dash of mascara extending and darkening his pretty lashes. you lean up on his lap, a hand pressing firmly onto his large chest so you sit a bit more above him in his hold.
βsweetheart..β suguru groans, feeling your breasts brush his neck as you try to get comfortable. βyes pretty boy?β you smile, seeing how he breaks his composure, muscles tightening and skin burning under your fingers when you grab his cheeks. βyouβre gonna fuckinβ kill me..β he mutters under his breath with a small gasp, biting his lip and trying hard to not squeeze his eyes together at the feeling of the liquid brush shaping his wing.
βyea? youβre just so adorable.β you mumble , perfecting the wing and doing a tiny touch up at its tip. fuck the wing, heβs perfect. you bite back the moan that could leave your lips from the sight of him, falling back a bit into his arms and examining your work. βplease honey, i canβt take your teasing right now..β suguru can feel his dick rising when you roll your hips with a laugh. his embarrassment so painfully obvious, but he wasnβt even able to even turn away.
βitβs okay pretty, can i get the mascara now. ah ah, keep your eyes closed.β a blush creeps onto suguruβs face, his hand trailing to your waist until you grab his hand, switching the products again. βthank you baby~β you sing, sitting up and hovering over his lap, placing a nice sloppy kiss on his lips that has him chasing after it when you let go. only to be met with a finger on his lips, your cheeky noises ringing through the air.
you hold his jaw tight, whispering for him to open his eyes and concentrating on brushing the curly lashes and making your man prettier than ever. but you feel his adamβs apple bob under your thumb, his nervousness clear as day as he stares at you, his hues darker than before. but as you pull away to bask in beautiful he is, your eyes wander around his throat and the structure of in his neck. you just wannaβ
βf-fuuck!β
your hand had moved lower, squeezing his thick throat as a test and getting his flustered moan in response. suguru looks down at you, breathing heavily as you smirk. βyouβre so sensitive today pretty.β you hum, pulling him into a kiss that he doesnβt let you run away from now. your lips smack against each other, his hands on your waist go to remove your shirt, but you push them to your shorts. βno foreplay, jusβ wanna fuck my pretty boy today.β you whimper, making suguru moan in response, helping you get rid of the annoying barriers.
βif you keep callinβ me that..β he grits his teeth when you press your bare cunt to the fabric of his sweats. βpretty? just sayinβ the truth! look so hot looking down at me nβ groaninβ in my ear sugu.β you pout, pulling back his pants and snapping it to his skin. youβve always had a way of bending him to your every word. fuck. suguru wraps one arm around you, making you cling to his side as he rolls down his pants and underwear. βcβmon baby, come fuck your pretty boy.β
and you waste no time, getting comfortable above him and holding his length to line it with your hole. he almost wants to help you, but you take him all in one go, both of you moaning from the raw undefined feeling of each other. thankfully, your pussy was wet enough for the pain to subside after a few moments of you two kissing, but it definitely wasnβt enough for you two to withstand the long drags of his cock in you.
βfuuuuuck! just like that.. you got it mama, uh huh!βsuguru heaves as you raise yourself, thighs shaking and your nails digging into his shoulder before slamming back down. βpretty cockβs fillinβ me up sugu! mhmmm love it so much!β you whine, pushing down on his body further, making him lean completely into the couch while keeping your hands on his shoulders. but at this angle you can glide your pussy out more better, your tits shaking in your loose shirt infront of his face each time you go up.
βlove your pretty boyβs cock huh? t-tell him how much baby.β he whines, watching the way your thighs jiggle each time you take him, loud βplap!βs ringing through the room as you ride him. you bite your bottom lip, clenching him tightly from his words, βl-love it when my pretty boyβs cock drills me, always fuckinβ me soooo fucking good!β your voice breaks, hiccuping and body slowly getting weaker each time you engulf his cock. and it just switches something in him, his dick twitching inside of you.
βyeaaa ya do, love it when your pretty boyβs whining in yβr ear huh? gettinβ off to it like a lil slut.β suguruβs sudden change in demeanor makes you sob, him giving you a few spanks on your ass before helping you out. βye-yea, love hearinβ you, makes my pussy wet like a slut~ your slut!β your bottom lip tucks out, glossed with spit and bites as he grinds you onto his dick. βshiiit. talkinβ all dirty nβ shit, gonna make me cum. want your pretty boyβs cum? wanβ all of it?β and you nod your head eagerly, unable to form your own words because of the big fast cock that hammered into your pussy, suguruβs hips lifting high to reach deeper.
βkiss me baby, nasty, juuuust how i like it.β and you obey, sticking out your tongue as your two hotly let your tongues interlock, spit dripping and heavy gasps until youβre clawing his chest. βsu! gβnna cum!β is all you can get out of your sloppy mouth, him paying no mind and focusing on the sounds of your juices that made loud squelching noises with each thrust of his cock. he licks his lips, looking down at your shaking form that clinged to him, your ass jiggling as he quickened his pace and planted his feet to the ground.
suguru brings and arm up to your neck, wrapping it tight around and forcing you to lock eyes with him, even with your lolled out tongue drooling and eyes threatening to roll back. βgonna feel you up, kay? only gonna think of me, your pretty boy. my cum all deep inside ya and keepinβ you snugged nβ fullβ ohhh, you like thatβs shit huh, fuckinβ suffocating my cock. go ahead baby. make a fuckinβ mess.β maybe it was his words, his scent, his looks, his treatment, shit, maybe his existence, but you listened like the good little slut you are and came all over his dick, moaning loudly and shaking with a shiver that only heightened from the feeling of a lump of cum pour into you. his dick keeping it all plugged up as he throws his head back.
you two sat in silence afterwards, calming your breathing as suguru laid you on his chest comfortably, careful to not pull out. βs-shiiit. h-how the fuck did we even get here..β suguru croaks an airy laugh as you pick at his wife beater. βfucking make up. that shit makes you look pretty.β you smile, poking his chest and looking up at him. surprisingly, it looked in tact, maybe a bit more smokey than before, but it made it all the more hotter. βbaby we just finished, stop it with the bedroom eyes.β suguru rolls his eyes, giving your ass a playful smack, to each you yelp at. βoh cmon! im just admiring my pretty boyfriend.β
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im having suguru brain rot
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suguru walks in the kitchen where youβre popping grapes in your mouth scrolling on your phone.
βyo.β he says as he slides in front of you opening the fridge.
his hair is all messy and his wife beater was cropped showing his v-line and happy trail, your eyes subconsciously sliding all around his body.
the slam of the fridge startling you, you snap out of it.
βsuguru whats your major again?β you blurt out. the truth was, you needed him. you didnβt care what conversation was needed you just wanted to hear thatβ
βpsychology.β he deadpans, sliding past you again walking towards the pantry. your eyes follow his tall figure, his back muscles pushing out the shirt, and the wall those black sweats fit around his small waist.
sexy voice. sexy mind. sexy body. sexy major.
you could never really catch a glimpse of his face since both of you have two different schedules, when both of you were home he would stay cooped up in his room.
that didnβt bother you much since it did make you a little uneasy to have a male roommate in the first place, you hated to admit it but you were shallow, that man was fine.
so him being a guy living with you wasnβt a bother.
you slipped another grape into your mouth thinking to yourself, whatβs something else you could ask him or talk about, this was your only chance, he rarely spoke to you.
βbreaks coming up, are you going back home?β you ask, your voice cracking.
you mentally curse yourself, that wasnβt a good one but you gotta do what you gotta do.
he turns his head looking at you, his dark eyes looking you straight in the eye and his eyebrow and lip piercing shining from the light.
damn heβs fine.
he turns his head back to the pantry then closes it, he wasnβt feeling any of the good options today, maybe he couldβ¦
he folds his arms against himself leaning his butt against the counter near the pantry.
βunfortunately no, i have way too much to do here and i donβt live close so.β he says, playing with the piercing on his lip.
your eyes light up, this was fate, it had to be. you would make it your life goal to make sure you guys talk everyday.
βawe bummer, iβm not going home either, i donβt feel like flying.β you say tucking your hand in the waistband of your pants trying to warm it up.
suguru scans your figure and looks back at your face, his dick jumping.
βmaybe we could hang out.β he says leaning off the counter.
your eyes almost fall off hearing this, this was all working in YOUR favor. oh universe what did i do to deserve such kindness you think to yourself.
a grin forming on your lips but you quickly wipe it off, βyeah i would love that.β
he smiles, his smiley piercing shining. god please.
βgood, iβm a little hungry can you do something for me?β he asks leaning on his side only a few inches away from you.
your ears start ringing with anticipation, were you a genius or were you a genius. heβs going to ask you on a date, this was your time.
βcan you lay across that table, i want to eat.β your jaw drops and the grape that was in the hand drops.
what?
βsorry, huh?β
heβs smirking and his hands drop down walking towards you, almost nothing helping the distance.
βsorry if that came off too blunt, itβs justβ¦ you look good and im starving here.β
your throat is closing by the second, your pupils forming in the shape of a heart, if he was saying what you thought he was thenβ¦
βfuck!!β you yelp out. suguru grabs your hand placing it on top of his head, telling you to grab.
he tongue swirling all around you, spit mixed with your liquids dripping off his chin.
his eyes glued to your pussy, his hands gripped around you.
his tongue piercing gliding over your clit every second, your body shivers from the cold touch every-time.
your hands sliding and grabbing his hair, where did he learn this oh myβ
βgod! right there!β
his eyes are rolling as his hands grip your thighs with force, his nails digging into you.
saliva was foaming inside your mouth, dripping off the side. the knot deep inside your stomach was tightening, and you felt like you were dying.
his tongue sliding from deep inside you to sucking your clit, the pattern and rhythm stopping your climax.
you tug on his hair, βkeep sucking.β his eyes shoot up to you, smirking. he takes one of his hands off your thigh, sliding it under him and right into your pussy.
your breath hitches and a sharp feeling explodes in your stomach, back arching, your liquids leaking.
you flop back on the table, your head spinning.
suguru gets up licking his lips. βiβll be back tonight, maybe we can do this again.β
your head shoots up and the heart shapes still in your eyes and the ringing in your ear was still there.
βyeah yeah for sure.β you say wiping off the drool.
he smiles at you and walks back to his room, you slide off the table clearing your throat.
for sureβ¦
no, please donβt kill me mr. ghostface, i wanna be in the sequel!
>>> you didnβt think you were making it out of kinktober without a visit from ghostface, did you? all cute and sweet pieces, blegh. it's time to play...happy halloweenβdonβt hang up on me you bitch!
>>> cw: PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. NO MINORS. dark content ahead. inspired by scream 1996. murder, blood, gore, stalking, yandere!characters, ghostface!characters, manipulation, major character death, alternate no curses!reality, physical harm to reader, manhandling, knifeplay, costumed sex, prone bone, dub con, non con just in case tbh, biting, choking spanking, face-slap, degradation (whore, slut, bitch, etc), praise, breeding, doggy, blood consumption, mating press, throat fucking, edging, double penetration, fingering/knife-fucking (?) (f!receiving) anal. threesome mfm/mmf, breeding. let me know if i missed anything. >>> wc: 15.8k >>> event masterlist: >>> playlist
you were starting to get majorly freaked out. the past year or so had been the worst of your life. your college professor was murdered last fallβsending the small town into a frenzy. some people were mortified. how could someone so brutal be lurking in the shadows of this cheery town? they stopped walking to school and carpooled instead, kids no longer played in the yards, and women rarely went out unaccompanied. some people thought it was funnyβsomething interesting to talk about after years of mundane crimes barely making the news.
you were feeling something much more complex than just fear or interest; you were battling grief. grief that no one else even knew about, adding to the complexity of your feelings. toji was just your business professorβone that you paid frequent visits to on and off campus. you did a good job of covering your tracks, coming up with lie after lie to keep your friends well distracted from your taboo hook-ups with the communityβs favorite teacher. they would bully you to tears if they knew you gave your virginity to dr. fushiguroβand between satoru and suguruβs relentless teasing, you would never know peace again.Β
plus, itβs nearly been a year, and you were nothing more than the other woman, a young girl that caught his attention over the monotony of marriage. it wasnβt going anywhere, and you knew that. in a way, the emotions you grappled with werenβt grief at allβbut guilt. toji had young childrenβwhat you did was wrong. you felt that way when he was alive and you were actively doing itβbut something about him pulled you in. maybe it was your own naivety that was to blame for believing him when he promised you he would leave his wife for youβall just to get you to put out again and put off your friends. maybe it was the subconscious belief that he was the best you would get, the best you deserved. your parents were hardly winning any awards for their methods, and the only other men in your life have been around you since high school, the aforementioned relentless teasers: satoru gojo and suguru geto.Β
you like to think that you put it all behind you, but you canβt stop this creeping feeling that toji fushiguro was murdered because of you.Β
and that wasnβt the end of the weird happenings. your lab partnerβkento nanami unceremoniously dropped out this month, so the rumors around campus say, but you have a bad feeling about it. youβve been calling him for days with no response, he has no after school work presence, and his best friend looks like heβs seen a ghost anytime youβre around. it was all the school was talking about, especially approaching the anniversary of dr. fushiguroβs death.Β
βi say he was murdered, just like the professor. we have a real serial killer on our hands, ladies and gents!β ieiri shokoβa haphazard extension of your friend groupβwiggles her brows, reclined back on her hands to survey the rest of you as she puffs her cigarette.Β
gojo rolls his eyes, giving the speaker an unimpressed look. βi think they gotta tick a few more boxes before itβs a serial killer, no? only two murders, and so far apart?β he shakes his head to discount the theory. he makes a good point, perhaps it was just a creepy coincidence after all. thereβs no reason to freak yourself out over nothing.Β Β
βyeah? well i think itβs connected too.β iori says from her spot on the ground, her head laying in your lap as you braid and unbraid her hair, just keeping your brain occupied on something other than the death that seems to follow you.Β
βyeah? and thatβs why you donβt get paid for thinkinβ.β gojo snickers, utahimeβs annoyed attempt to swat at him blocked by suguruβs body, the two of them sitting behind you at the picnic tables out in the open sun. it made you feel a little safer, surrounded by friends and in a place where you could keep an eye out. you trust gojo and geto to watch your back.
satoru continues to giggle on about it until shoko interrupts, taking her cigarette out of her mouth and pointing gojo down with it. βwhat if they just pick one of us every yearβsome kind of halloween sacrifice?β she posits, and your eyes widen. the boys exchange a look, and suguruβs voice of reason cuts in.Β
βletβs leave the detective work to the police, yeah? iβm sure sheriff zenβin wants to solve his nephews murder.β he leans back against the table while gojo balances his weight with his elbows on his knees.Β
βyeah right. the sheriff couldnβt give a damn. β you scoff, biting your tongue at the fact you spoke on the subject at all, but especially something so vagueβimplying you know more about toji than the normal student, and your cautious friends are also perceptive, you fear.Β
βwhatβs that sβpposed to mean? our loyal piggy doesnβt wanna protect the community?β gojo leans forward on his knees, bringing his face closer to yours. heβs studying youβevery nervous shift of your eyes, the seconds you let pass before you answer, everything, and you know it.Β
βofβ¦course he does. i only meantββΒ
βpshhh, everyone knows those zenβin families are weird.β utahime swings in to save youβfeeling the way your body tenses under your best friends interrogating stare βwhy dβyou think his last name is fushiguro instead, hm? probably left the family to be a better personβhow dreamy of him.β she sighs wistfully, having been another one of the many girls that would have killed to be in your place. βand that old bastard probably doesnβt care. he probably did it himself, knowing how corruptββ
βsmoking on campus, are we, students?β headmaster yaga walks up to send the conversation to a screeching halt. shoko quickly snuffs out her butt on her boot, crumpling the evidence in her hand as the man comes closer. suguruβs never quite cared about the opinions of his elders, and he wonβt start now. he keeps slowly dragging hisβmaking eye contact with the headmaster as he comes to a stop before your group in the grass. βgeto. you mind?β
he arches his brow in annoyance, sticking out his tongue to burn the ash on. gojo giggles. βwhat an anarchist!β he cheers jovially, nudging his friend with his elbow. βwe didnβt see any no smoking signs sir, swear.βΒ
suguru cracks a lazy grin at the defense, looking at yaga patiently. βiβm sure youβve heard the news about your fellow classmate.β he starts, and utahime sits up properly to question him more specifically.Β
βthat he dropped out? yeahβwe heard that days ago.β she confronts with furrowed brows. you can tell by the clench of yagaβs jaw that thereβs more news. your heart sinks to your stomach, that bad feeling you had making an ugly return with the shifting of yagaβs stance.Β
βwhatβdid they find him?!β you push yourself up to stand, heart pounding in your ears. if kento was dead, was it your fault too somehow?Β
yaga turns to you with a sad and curt nod. βthey did. he wasβ¦strung up outside of his houseβbrutally murdered. his parents found him. all we know so far is that he was on the phone when he died. his mother heard him.β
you cover your mouth with shaky hands. how awful, to hear your own son gargle his last breaths? what a horrible way to go, you canβt believe your stoic and stern lab partner was no more, meeting a fate so horrible you wouldnβt wish it on your worst enemies.Β
βhow awfulβ¦his poor family.β iori shakes her head, too stunned to speak further. shoko replaces her cigarette with a fresh lollipop, lost in her own head; no doubt contemplating the morbid horror film most closely resembling the current situationβshe has a fixation with death.
βthere will be a memorial fundraiser to help his family with the funeral costs.β yaga nods, arms folded over his chest. he was clearly at a loss for words, though what could one even really say? he settled for, βbe wary, kids. the sheriffβs department will be issuing a curfew. please be safe.βΒ
iori nods as the headmaster walks awayβturning back to look at everyone. you hug yourself, feeling a chill in the air that only reminds you of what time of year it isβhalloween. youβre still lost in thought, wondering what toji and nanami could have possibly had in common outside of knowing you and being at this school. what motive could be, who was next.Β
satoru and suguru exchange a look. they can see how wound up you are, noting that you seemed to know that something had happened to nanami before you were told. shoko breaks the silence first.
βthis is just like scream, you know? spooky phone calls and brutal killingsβsays here that he was gutted and suspended from a tree.βΒ she shakes her head, reading the pixelated news article from her nokia screenβgrossed out and intrigued at the same time.Β
iori gasps, βthatβs awfulβdonβt compare his death to a movie, ieiri!β she scolds, noticing you off in la la land. βearth to y/nβ¦hellooooo? i hope this isnβt a scary movie because you are so dying first.β she snarks, and gojo arches his brows and grins mischievously at the sentiment. he gets to his feet, creeping up behind youβjerking you by the shoulders and gasping just to scare you.Β
you scream and jump backβpunching him in the chest. βyou jerk!β you huff as he covers his stomach with laughter, stumbling back into his bench seat. suguru gives you an apologetic smile, standing and offering you his hand.Β
βcβmon, let me walk you home.β he tilts his head towards the path you take. gojo jumps up too.Β
βiβll come with! make up for my prank?β he pouts, resting his chin on your shoulder. his icy blue gaze stays trained on you until you finally give in and look at him, making a bright grin spread across his face.Β
shoko huffs, βyouβre an insensitive asshatβiβm sure youβre not taking this seriously because you always picked on kento. i wonder if the piggies know that!βΒ
βhe was a nerdβthatβs all!β he scoffs with an eye roll, βoh yeah, so now i killed the guy, huh?β he furrows his brows, insulted by shokoβs insinuation that he could stoop so low.Β
βno one said that, satoru.β suguru claps his free hand down on the otherβs shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. βletβs all relax. i know this is scary, so make sure we walk in partners, at least.βΒ
utahime gags and rolls her eyes at the dramatics, stretching out before getting to her feet. you look to her, thinking you should make sure your fellow woman makes it to her dorm, but suguruβs voice cuts through your thoughts again.
βwe just want to make sure you get home safely with all of this going on, you lookβ¦worried.β suguru comments, stretching his palm out to remind you that his hand was extended for you. your heart warms at his kindness. heβs always been a gentle giantβespecially compared to satoru; who has his own charms to him like his sense of humor and his striking good looks. he takes care of you in his own waysβbut suguruβs always been more traditional. you place your hand in his, smiling thankfully. he turns to the other girls, but yu haibara is already escorting them the other way, careful to avoid you entirely. your shoulders slump at the idea that he blames you for nanamiβs death.Β
gojo slings an arm around your shoulders and they steer you towards your off campus rental. itβs a little two bedroom one bathβno satoru mansion, but it does the trick. youβre rarely there anyways, bouncing between your friendsβ residences for the βdatesβ you all go onβthough ieiri and iori arenβt typically included.Β
βso this stuffβs really got you messed up in the noodle, huh?β satoru asks, exchanging careful glances with his opposite. you hum so he knows you heard him, settling into the rhythm they were walking for you. you donβt know if itβs the question or the crisp autumn air that makes you shiverβmaybe itβs the way they both watch you so intensely, though the longer you think about it the more you realize theyβve kinda always been like that, letting their eyes stay on you too long, analyzing your features to decipher how you really feel. you canβt hide a thing from them. you can only buy yourself time.Β
βyeah. i guess so.β you settle on, tucking your cheek into your shoulder. you knew they would ask for more specifics, all in the due process of taking care of you.Β
βwere you even close to that nanami guy?β suguru follows up, brows raised in curiosity. you know this trap. it was a miracle youβve ever been able to keep toji a secret. theyβve always taken a special interest in your love lifeβtheyβre protective over you, and wanted to vet any potential match for you. but the boys you met in high school were easily scared off by the strong and intimidating friends of yours, so you figured college wouldnβt be much different. hence why you didnβt tryβtaking tojiβs affection like a gift that fell into your lap.Β
βhe was my lab partner, so weβve done a few projects together. he seemed like a nice guy, never crossed any lines. responsible. the sort.β you shrug again, not wanting to seem too invested. βi guess itβs justβ¦weird. he was here one day and now heβs not, and killed so brutallyβ¦it doesnβt feel real.β you explain, and suguru seems to reflect on the words.Β
βpeople die all the time, sugar. maybe he got caught up in something he shouldnβtβve, maybe wrong place wrong time, or maybe he was eyeing something that didnβt belong to him. who knows. no use troubling yourself over it.β gojo shrugs, sliding his hand up to pat the back of your head.Β
βthatβs easy for you men to say! if some serial killer came after you, you could fight βem off. i have no chance if he wasβ¦to pick me next.β you retort, trying to make them see why you were so amped up about it.Β
βwhat makes you think that he would pick you next?β suguru furrows his brows, but gojo just tilts his head side to side to mull it over.Β
βnanami was a man, right? i wonder why he died.β he thinks aloud, shrugging. you snap your head towards him to chastise him for such a statement, but suguru clears his throat.Β
βyou have nothing to worry about, right? like satoru said earlier. these are isolated incidents, and theyβve only gone after men so far. chin up, angel.β he insists as you three walk up the steps to your house.Β
you take a deep but shaky breath, nodding. suguru was right. the only victims have been men. tojiβs death and subsequently nanamiβs had nothing to do with each other. it was just your guilt gnawing at you. if you didnβt get yourself together, your perceptive bodyguards would pick up on the fact that you were hiding something from them. βthank you. iβ¦needed to hear that.β you nod in satisfaction.Β
βiβll call you later, just to make sure youβre still..doing alright.β he assures, patting your hand before he drops it. gojo squeezes you into him, ruffling your hair.Β
βdonβt worry, cutie. weβll see you tomorrow!! dream of me!β he calls out as their figures retreat.
once the door shuts behind you, you sigh out a breath of relief.Β
you get some homework and laundry done in the few hours you have before bed. itβs a regular routine, but thatβs why you found peace in it. you make yourself some dinner and cozy up on the couch, flipping through the channels to find something to make some noise outside of your loud brain. nanamiβs picture makes you pause on the news, the reporter droning on about the case. according to phone records from that night, someone called his house six times, calls various in length from where kento was allegedly hanging up and trying to ignore the killer.Β
βit seems the young man was stalked from outside his home for the entire nightβmaking a valiant effort to run according to forensics before he eventually succumbed to his injuries. the case is ongoing, and due to the nature of the crime, sheriff zenβin has ordered a curfew of 8pm, beginning friday.βΒ
youβre reeling at the report, stunned beyond belief. itβs hard for you to even envision something so horrible. he must have been so scared. when your home phone ringsβyouβre jumping out of your skinβscambling up the couch with a scream. you stare at the receiver on the little side table next to you, fear nipping up your spine. that reporter said that nanami had been called repeatedly the night of his deathβbut suguru also promised to call. you decide to take the chance, satoru lives close enough that you could call him for help if it was this mysterious serial killer instead of one of your best friends on the other lineβplus, nanamiβs slaughter showed that ignoring the call wouldnβt help a thing.Β
you reach out a shaky hand, feeling your throat go dry and tight as your sweaty palm grabs the receiver. like it makes a difference, you quickly put it up to your ear, looking around frantically. you never realized how many windows your house has, and now it feels like youβre naked for the world to see. βhello?β
βhey, angel.β suguruβs luxurious voice calms your nerves instantly, like throwing water on a fire. you relax back into the cushions, sighing audibly.Β
βh-hey.β you card your fingers through your hair in attempt to rid yourself of any lingering anxiety.Β
βi take it you arenβt feeling better about the whole ordeal then?β he sighs with you, gnawing on his bottom lip a little. you were troublesome for his own nerves.Β
you play with the spiral cord connecting the receiver to the landline. βi was, i swear! then i saw the news and they were warning about phones like yaga did earlier and thenββ
βyour phone rang. sorry about my timing then, sweetheart. did you eat?β he interrupts, but his concern makes you tingle with warmth. they may be overbearing at times, but itβs so clear how much they care about you.Β
βmhm. i have some leftovers though, if youβre still hungry. i couldβ¦use some company?β you weakly excuse, slightly embarrassed to basically beg for his protection; but the truth was that you knew you wouldnβt be able to sleep tonight unless you had some comfort.Β
he chuckles softly and smiles into the phone when he agrees. βof course. iβll be right over. give me ten minutesβiβll bring slushies.β he hums enticingly, and you give him a choked up chuckle of relief. he would protect you through the nightβand make sure that you had a good time, too.
βkk, sounds good. i want the cherry one!β you tell him like he doesnβt already know everything about your preferences.Β
βi know you want the cherryβiβm not a psychopath.β he chuckles with you, his carβs engine humming to life in the background. βiβll see you soon angel. hang tight.β the line goes dead, but youβre no longer filled with a sense of dread, even if you were still nervous about the murderer on the loose.Β
while you wait on suguru, you do some more channel surfing. you wonder what satoruβs up to tonight and if heβll be peeved that he wasnβt invited to hang out. who are you kidding, of course heβll be jealous. you reach over for the phone to call himβeven with suguruβs headstart he would probably still beat him here if you got to him now. the high pitched ringing of the phone sounds off again just as your hand wraps around it, making you jump just slightlyβit caught you off guard, is all. itβs probably suguru calling to tell you that 7/11 is out of cherryβtheyβre always out of cherry. annoyed, you put the receiver to your ear.Β
βugh, donβt tell meββ
βhello y/n.β the slightly garbled deep voice says. you donβt recognize itβand your heart drops to your stomach. this, this is whoβs been murdering people, this is him. this is who they warned you aboutβwhy suguru is sneaking out to come see you through the nightβsuguru. you have to buy enough time for him to get here, if nothing else.Β
βwho are you?β you ask, trying to give your voice some bravado. you start searching the windows again, the eerie sensation that you arenβt alone was making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. goddamn you need to invest in a dog.Β
βbleghβboring question. i want to know who you are, precious y/n.β the voice states, male in nature, but you canβt distinguish anything past that. your heart races at the avoidance.Β
βyou know my name, and my phone number. seems to me you know who i am.β you clench your jaw together to keep your teeth from chattering, willing yourself to be intimidating. the voice on the other end cackles in amusement.Β
βyouβre funny y/n. i mean the real you, silly girl! letβs play a game. for every question you get right, the longer iβll let you live. every question you get wrongβ¦one of your friendsβ¦ dies!β he seems very entertained with himself over the threats, making the fear bubble up over your heart.Β
βm-my boyfriend is on the way! heβs really big and heβll beat your assββΒ
βand heβll be the first one dead! question numero uno, and weβre starting easy!! oh, donβt cry now! you can do it, cβmon, iori and ieiri need you right? those are your girlfriendsβand thatβs not the first question!β he titters again, but his name drops make your rapidly beating heart still in your chest. βhow far away is your little boyfriend?β
your chest heaves, the strangerβs wish for you not to cry was wasted. he knows everythingβall your friends namesβmaybe the fact you hadnβt called satoru tonight was the only thing keeping him safe. you wonder how long this stalker must have been following you, listening to you. you wonder if he killed toji tooβand why.Β
βl-likeβ¦six minutes, or so. I-i donβt know!β you cry out, clutching the receiver. you think about the consequences of hanging upβmaybe that is what angered him into killing nanami. you better stay on the line.Β
βgood girl. see? not that hard! just keep using that nogginβ of yours!β he encourages, breathing heavily into his side of the phone.Β
you nod, sure he can see you anyway. you shrink into the couch as if it will swallow you whole and keep you safe, but the feeling of comfort is short-lived.Β
βwhy was toji fushiguro murdered??βΒ
you blanche. he is responsible. this isβ¦all your fault after all. your worst fears are coming true right in front of you, and suguru cannot get here fast enough to stop it.Β
βiβ¦i donβt know! i didnβt do it!β you put your hand over your other ear, trying to ball up and make this all go away.Β
βwrong answerrrr. youβll find out soon that iβm not bluffing, sugar. letβs try again. why was toji fushiguro butchered?β
how does he know? toji must have told people. thatβs the only logical explanationβyou know that you havenβt spoken of it to a soul. this man knew, and killed him for it? was he related to tojiβs wife, here for revenge? where did kento fit into thisβis it really all about you?
you can hardly hear yourself respond over your heartbeat echoing in your ears, pumping your blood in a rush. βi..i dunno!! because i slept with him!?βΒ
βding ding ding! i knew you were a smart girl. but you do know that makes you a little slut, right? do you know that means you killed him, sugar!β he hisses the last part, as if personally hurt by the notion.Β
βi..it was wrongβyesβbut i..iββ you try to explain, but realize the stranger has no reason to allow it. heβs here to punish you, and you have to either accept this lying down, or try to put up some kind of fight.Β
βis that two wrong answers? youβll sentence your best friends to death over your pride, slut? how disappointing.βΒ
βno, noβi am!β you clench your eyes shut, finding it easy to beg for their lives. if this caller was to be believed, then you already knew he wasnβt bluffing.Β
βyouβre what? hmmm y/n?β his voice gets louder, like heβs closer to the device.Β
βiβm aβ¦slut!β your cheeks burn, you shift uncomfortably on the couch as you wait for the stranger to reply. βplease sir.βΒ
βlast questionβspeed round. what door am i at? your front doorβ¦or your porch?βΒ
thoughts stop and instinct takes over, causing you to drop the phone and run to your porchβa sliding glass door with flimsy locks. you turn on all the lights, hoping to ward off whatever evil lurked in the night hunting you. you click all the locks in place, sprinting now towards your front door, which stood open already.Β
βno..β you say aloud, voice a broken whisper of realization. he was already in your house. maybe he had been the whole time, you donβt know anything anymore. all you can think about was suguruβs arrivalβhoping you could last for a few minutes longer. you spin around, deciding to venture back the way you came. it was already cleared, he couldnβt have slipped behindβa gloved hand covers your mouthβleather thick enough to smother, and you throw your elbow back as hard as you can, stunning the captor into letting your face go. with a hurried gasp, youβre sprinting for your life. you run to your porch door, grappling with the lock that you just secured. you keep looking over your shoulder, waiting for the figure to reemerge, shaking the lock with all your might. you hear the footsteps, looking over your shoulder to see a tall monstrosityβcloaked in ghostfaceβs attire. you scream out and throw the door open. shutting it on him before he had the chance to grab you again.Β
your heart is racing and you arenβt sure where to go next, attempting to clear your fence to get to the main yard of your house, maybe you could get to suguru first. the killer is faster though, both in mind and in body. he grabs your ankle before you can get all the way over, yanking you back to his domain. you scream for help, but thereβs no one around to hear you.Β
βmy boyfriendβheβs scary, please mister!β you fight, kicking and thrashing to get all the openings to escape that you could. βlet me go!β you throw your legs, connecting with his stomach. he reflexively clutched it in pain, giving you a window to scramble back to your feet and back into your house through the porch door you escaped from. locking it would be a waste, you just start throwing down whatever you could get your hands on to make an obstacle course for the masked man. you assume the cheap costume doesnβt have the best visibility, and you hope to use that to your advantage.Β
you sprint for the front door, hearing the grunting and frustrated groans of the man chasing you. you blink through your panicked tears, grasping at straws for what to do next. itβs then that you hear the gravel of your driveway crunch under what could only be tiresβand who could only be suguru. you shove your couch in between you and the killer, flailing yourself down your front steps and into the yard, sobbing and out of breath, scrapes and scratches showing the evidence of the chase.Β
suguru is out of his car in an instant, by your side even quicker. he seems to put two and two together at the sight of you, running into the house just in time to see the ghostface impersonator sneak out of your living room window, fading into the distance. you canβt let suguru go very far, terrified beyond measure as you glue to his side and cry into his shirt once he assures you the scary man is gone.Β
he holds your face, trying to soothe you the best way he knows how. βshh, shh, letβs call the sheriff, alright? this has to be reported.β he insists, holding you to his chest as he picks up your phone to call the police to your home, your kitchen and living room a mess of the night that would undoubtedly scar you for life. you nod, burying your face in his comforting scent. βjust tell them what happened, and make sure you tell them everything.β he encourages, petting your hair as you wait for them to arrive.
your heart sinks at the prospect of revealing your secrets to the police. surely they donβt need to know every word exchanged on the phone. you can communicate the gist. you rehearse in your head what to sayβbut nothing prepared you for sheriff zenβin putting suguru in cuffs and shoving him in the back of a squad car.Β
you protest, proclaiming his innocenceβbut the sheriff says if heβs truly done nothing wrong, then he can answer a few of their questions down at the station. you ride in a car too, like a passenger instead of a prisoner, to report what happened in detail that night. you can hardly get through an account of itβtoo nervous about suguruβs interview. he didnβt even wait for a lawyer, and had already used his phone call. deputy choso finally lets you go once itβs apparent youβre too shaken up to give them anymore than your scrambled memory, about being home and talking to suguru and then a veryβ¦summarized version of your call with the killerβand of course your run from him.Β
youβre relieved when a just-rolled-out-of-bed satoru throws the station doors open, face stern as he scans for you. his features soften when they land on yours, and heβs pulling you into his arms before youβve even really processed that heβs here. suguru must have used his call on him, to make sure you were taken care of in the event they want to hold him overnightβyouβre touched.Β
βy/n, what happened?! suguru saidβa ghostface broke into your house?? are you alright, are you hurtβwhat are they talking to him for?β he asks, cradling your head on his chest after gawking at your bandaged ankle. you shake your head on him, just wrapping your arms around his waist.Β
βi dunno, the guy chased me, satoruβi thought i was going to die!! suguru got there just in time, he saved me, and theyβre treating him like heβs a criminal! get him out of thereβcall your dad or something this is bullshit!β you heave, panicky breaths shaking out over his shirt.Β
he rubs your back, finding suguruβs eyes through the blinds over sheriff zenβinβs window. he takes a steadying breath, clearly trying to set an example for you to follow. βitβs gonna be okay, cβmon, you believe in your ole pal satoru, right?β he leans back, hands on your shoulders to give you a reassuring look. his nod gives you the faith to do the same, leaning back into his chest for that feeling of safety that seems so fleeting these days.Β
satoru goes back and forth with the deputy about holding suguru overnight, threatening the mayorβs intervention. but deputy choso calls his bluff, rolling his eyes in clear aggravation.Β
βeven the mayorβs asleep right now, kid. unless daddyβll come running at three a.m, getoβs spending the night.βΒ
βwe have classes tomorrow you dipshit. y/n was literally expecting himβwhat can you even be holding him on?β satoru bucks, arching his brow. itβs rare that he gets serious, but when he does he comes correctly.Β
βreasonable suspicion.β choso shrugs, leaning back in his desk chair. βdoesnβt suguru know how to clone phone numbers? i seem to remember some trouble the two of you got in for prank calling.βΒ
βin eighth grade?β gojo scoffs, grabbing your hand roughly. you know itβs just because heβs wound up about the situation at hand. first your attack, then they cage suguru up like an animal, and now heβs dealing with dumbass deputy dewey. βprank calling to psycho murderer, huh? i suppose that is the only logical fuckin step!β he shakes his head in disbelief, dragging you from the station. βletβs go, sugar. time to get you back to bedββ
ice floods your veins. βwhat did you just call me?β you pull back out of his grip, looking at him with wide eyes. satoruβs face falters as he searches over yours, paused mid-speech.Β
βwhat, sugar? iβve called you that for years, y/n!β he rolls his eyes, sighing. βso paranoid, goodness. cβmon.β he pats your lower back, urging you into a steady stride alongside him. βletβs go to my place. wouldnβt want there to be a second strike or anything.βΒ
you still stare at him with that quiet unease, brain racing through your conversation with ghostface. βh-he called me that, too.β you mutter, stumbling over your own feet every few steps. satoru slips his arm around your waist to keep you close and to keep you from falling.Β
βwell, i didnβt exactly coin the nickname, i must admit.β he forcibly chuckled. βbabe, please.β he rolls his eyes at your steady disbelief. βif i wanted to kill ya, do you not think i could pretty easily? i mean, my dadβs the mayor and you have no family. clearly, i only have your best interest at heart, y/n.β he raises his brow, and as blunt as his statement may be, it is effective. satoruβs strong enough to crush you in one hand, if he wanted to. plus theyβd be the only ones that missed you if you were gone.Β βiβllβ¦try not to call you that anymore.β he adds on the end, squeezing your hip in an effort to give you some peace of mind.Β
you nod softly, processing. heβs always been sort of crude and a little brutal in his manner of speaking, always followed up by triumphant giggles at his own jokes. itβs his way of protecting you, of playing good cop and bad cop all at once, and over time youβve gotten used to his bluntness. he was right anyhow, you shouldnβt doubt the only protection you have in times like these. plus, his offer of safety was too good to pass up.Β
so you let gojo bring you to his huge estate, not affiliated with the mayorβs property downtown, no, this was just for satoru alone. it was expansive but still held onto that homestyle feeling. his bedroom was cozy, warm and safe like his arms around you, protecting you through the last few hours of the night.
news of your attack had spread like a forest fire around campus by the following morning. of course everyoneβs in your face, all swarming around you in hopes they could get any bits of informationβdid the ghostface mention nanami? how did you escape? why was suguru still at the station if he rescued you?Β
luckily satoru is there to serve as the buffer between you and the crowd, your other friends close in quickly as well, shoving and cussing until the path cleared and the rules to leave you be were instilled. you werenβt even sure how you were up and walking right now. you were exhausted between the chase and your collective two hours of sleep. your worry was weighing you down, the haunting anxiety of being attacked again, of causing more of your friends to be killed due to your wrong answers, of getting suguru into serious trouble just because this town wanted someone to blame for this. you felt like youβve had too many iced coffees, body wired and fidgeting as you try to avoid all the lingering stares by making your way to the bathroom to hide for a bitβjust long enough to let everyone settle into classes, so you can peacefully get to yours.Β
you hear a couple of girls chit-chatting between the stalls, a voice you recognize saying your name followed by a near audible eye-roll. you quickly tuck yourself into a stall so they donβt see you when they come out, heart racing now that you seem to be the topic of conversation.Β
βi bet sheβs making it all up. i meanβa ghostface costume? really? that movie came out thirteen years ago! i mean if weβre getting in the halloween spirit, why not jigsaw?β she snickers, the metal door to the stall clanging open to signify that theyβve leftβthe water running at the sinks.Β
βmei mei! thatβs awful, why do you hate her so much?β the other girl teases, grabbing some paper towels. you bite your lip in wait, insulted beyond belief that she could think you were that big of an attention whore.Β
βbecause gojo and geto follow that girl around like she has some kind ofβ¦spell on them! i wouldnβt be surprised if she killed dr. fushiguro. she was in his class last yearβand he seemed to pick on her a lot. maybe he was someβ¦witchy sacrifice to make the two hottest guys at this school fall in love with her! nanami was this years!β she reveals as if sheβs solved the crimes herself, simply from being so self-aware.Β
βthatβs the most ridiculous thing youβve ever said, skank!β her friend dismisses with laughter, their voices fading as the bathroom door squeals shut, telling you theyβve left for good. you lean against the door of your stall for a moment, raking your hands over your face to cope with the cold sweat coating your skin and the disbelief gripping your heart. you fidget with the lock, stumbling out to the sinks for something to bring you back to life. you turn the faucet on, thinking some cold water would do the trick. it helps you perk up a bit even when it just hits your hands. before you can cup any and splash your face, a chill creeps up your spineβyouβre being watched.Β
you bend over, looking under the doors of each stall to make sure there werenβt any feet lurking behind the doors waiting to attack you. you donβt see anything, puffing out your cheeks as you exhale and right your posture. you make eye contact with yourself in the mirror. you have to snap out of this, you tell yourself, raking your hands over your face, tugging at your eyes and rubbing your cheeks in an effort to remind yourself of reality.Β
βy/nnnn.β the distorted voice echoes in your mind, making you gasp and spin around to look at the stalls, look all over the bathroom, nearly flattening your chest to the floor to look under the stalls again. again, nothing. your brain is playing tricks on you. youβve officially lost it. what was the likelihood of being attacked in your campus bathroom anywayβespecially since he started at your house? you take a deep breath and gather your backpack up, hearing the clanking metal sound of one of the stall locks. βdonβt ignore me, y/n.βΒ
you squat down, there had to be someone there this time. you knew paranoia could only go so far, that voice sending your heart into a fearful spiral.Β
boots descend from the toilet, planting firmly on the ground. you start to breathe heavily, a jagged black cloak lowered to tell you that you were indeed being targeted by a ghostface impersonator, and you scream. he lunges out of the stallβa huge hunting knife clasped in both hands over his head as you duck, limboing under his attack and making for the door.Β
βhelp me!!β you scream frantically, voice so shrill it hurts your throat. you feel the heat of his body against your back, so you fling your head backwards into his chestβsurprising him enough to falter. you fling the door open, making that connect too, scrambling for any extra time and space you could get. your vision is blurred by the nervous tears that spring automatically, searching for an exit or someone to help. you see a few guys standing together at the end of the hallβone of which has stark white hair that you could recognize from worlds away. βsatoru!! heβs here, help!!βΒ
the frantic desperation in your voice grabs all of their attention, satoru and naoya zenβinβgrandson of the sheriffβsprint closer to figure out whatβs going on. they see the masked man stalking after you, but you can only keep running for your life. your legs nearly give out as you make it to satoru, collapsing in his arms. his eyes are wide as he pushes you back behind him, turning to deal with the intruderβbut the zenβin beats him to it. he tackles the figure, managing to wrestle the knife away even before the ghostface rolled them to win the struggle, punching naoya hard enough that his head bounced off the floor. you gaspβshoving satoru forward.Β
βhelp him!!β you panic, not able to stomach the thought of someone else dying over you. satoru barrels forward and roughly pulls the ghostface off, turning to naoya to ensure he was still alive while the masked figure tumbles to the ground with a grunt. youβre paralyzed with terror as one of the other boys, a freshman named ijichi, checks on you, grabbing your attention with his shaky voice.
βy/n, are you alright? goodness.β he pats your shoulder, and you nodβturning back to the commotion. you catch the sight of the cloak slipping down the stairs, screaming out for gojo to warn him. he quickly moves to followβbut finds no trace of the man. he turns back to you with a shake of his head. he was gone.Β
satoru moves to pull you to your feet, holding you securely to his chest as yaga and a host of other teachers bustle through the hallways looking frantic.Β
βhe came to this school. that is it!β yaga shakes his head, surveying your crying and terrified form. βclasses are canceled until further notice!β he declares, instructing for the cops to be called immediatelyβand to bring a paramedic for the student injured in your defense. you feel so guilty when you look over at the zenβin boy holding his eye, wincing. he had no business with you and didnβt have to get involved at all, but he likely saved your life!
you sniffle, gently pushing yourself off of gojo with a weak smile. you give him a grateful look, nodding to him in a way that communicated your need to accomplish something. βiβm okay.βΒ
he nods a little, letting his hand fall off of your elbow. he watches you slouch over to naoya as he shoves himself into a seated position. you crouch to his level, giving him a gentle but still anxious smile.Β
βhey..does it hurt pretty bad?β you ask, sympathetically frowning at the shiner. he scoffs a little at your question. you sure are lucky youβre stunningβand that he has a reputation to uphold.Β
βyeah? itβs a massive bruise. iβll live though.β he shrugs, brushing his hair out of the way.Β
βwellβ¦thank you. for doing that, you could have been hurt worse.β you nod, standing. you reach your hand out to help him to his feet. he smiles, and takes your hold despite his usual pride, heβs able to capitalize on some arrogance.Β
βi had it under control, donβt worry about it. what kind of man would i be if i didnβt step in?β he smirks, and the little look makes you blush. maybe you had a soft spot for the zenβin families good looks.Β
βi see, well. thank you anyway.β you hum, turning back to satoru. βi guess weβre free to go home, huh? classes are canceledβ¦β you scratch at the back of your neck anxiously, hoping satoru would let you attach like a little lost puppy in order to stay within the realms of safety.Β
he rubs at your shoulders, wiggling his brows a little. βmhm, way to go, princess. you got us outta school!β he cheers, throwing his arm around your shoulders. βi say, party at my house!! everyoneβs invited!β he yells out into the emptying hallway, the announcement of canceled classes causing the majority of your peers to spill into the schoolyard, escaping before the headmaster changes his mind.Β
the idea of a party right now made you nauseous. anyone of these people could be the ghostface poser or his next victim. you wish you could just hole up in your house,Β but being alone was hardly an option for you right now. satoru keeps a hand on your back to guide you out of the civics hall, assuring you that a party is exactly what you need to get your mind off of things.Β
βthereβs no way iβd leave your side anyway! plus the girls are gonna be there, andβlook who the cat dragged in!β his long finger turns your head in the direction he was looking, and your eyes widen at the sight of suguru waiting against the groupβs usual tree. relief floods your system. at least suguru was free, clearly they couldnβt pin this on him like they wanted.Β
he strolls over to fall in line on your other side, giving you a sly smile. βhey angel. shoko told me what went down, and i am now on your side. that sheriff doesnβt have a clue what heβs doing.β he sighs out as he loops his arm around your shoulders. you give him a proper hug, letting him pick you up slightly to keep walking to satrouβs place. it was a normal happenstance, the two of them loved passing you between them like a toy football they tossed back and forth, this time it was suguru who lifts you from the ground. you wrap your legs around his thighs with a giggleβfeeling a bit of lighthearted fun spring to your heart.Β
βoh donβt tell me you didnβt get the honeymoon suite.β satoru mocks, reaching for your upper half to pull you into his hold, to which you and suguru insist in passing you over. itβs all part of the games they like to play with you.Β
you roll your eyes. βwe tried to get you out, wellβsato did. that deputy was a big ole meanie about it.β you huff, being carried like a baby in gojoβs arms. he nods, pouting down at you.Β
βtotally. was gonna get dad on it and everything! but heyβthis party will be epic, the girls are getting some snacks, weβre on beer duty!β he cheers happily, gently tossing you up into the air. you freely giggle, falling back into his protective hold. he passes you to suguru, who slings you over his shoulder in a firemanβs carry. you playfully kick and giggle and that sweet sound prompts satoru into comment. βsheβs always so happy with us, huh sugu?βΒ
he pats above your back, nodding. βof course. youβre our girl, right?β he hums, giving satoru a knowing smirk. you squeal a little and nod.Β
βmhm, i just feel soβ¦safe with you two!β you sigh, relaxing across his shoulder. he finally lowers you to your own two feet once itβs time to walk into the general store with that one boozy cashier that would let geto have whatever he wanted from that storeβincluding his weight in beer probably two times the legal purchase amount. you stroll around the aisles with them, satoru urging you to pick your own snacks over whatever gross shit iori and ieiri brought over.Β
for once, all seems to be well. you settle into a couch at satoruβs place, letting the boys fight over where they sat, deciding theyβd just let you lay across them both. so your new couch becomes satoru and suguru, but theyβre just as comfortable. shoko and utahime laugh at the sight when they come in, a few more stragglers that heard satoruβs invite making their way in for the free booze.Β
shoko of course came with her bag stuffed with horror classic dvds, starting with the obvious scream given her recent comments, and you roll your eyes and groan at the selection. suguru pets your hair back at your reaction, chuckling down at you.Β
βwhat, not a horror fan?β he raises a brow, the idea making gojo titter.Β
βprobably not enough lady killers for our princessβ liking.β he elbows geto playfully, squeezing your thigh with his other hand. βor too many bimbos. which is it?β he asks expectantly, blowing some hair out his eyes.Β
you shrug. βwhat does sidney say, something about how insulting it is that all the girls are so dumb? always running upstairs when they should be going out a door on ground level. itβs annoying. and yeahβmore girl killers!β you giggle back, finally settling into a decent spirit now that you knew you were safe with your friends.Β
βtotally!! carrieβs like all we have!β utahime complains from the floor.Β
βwellβall the victims have been dudes so far. maybe we have a lady ghostface out there.β satoru raises his beer to clink it with utahimeβs. sheβs already tipsy enough to toast gojo, so you know this night will be eventful, though you canβt help your unease at his statement. you felt like it was important to only pass around the proper information in regards to something like this, even though satoruβs only joking innocently.Β
βitβs not a woman. heβs too tall.β you mumble, reminding your friends in the room that youβve suffered at the hands of this killer not once, but twice. your friends shift around awkwardly at the realization that theyβve gone a little too far.Β
satoru pats your thigh. βhey, y/nββ you assume he was going to apologize, but heβs cut off by the phone. your heart plunges. no, this canβt be happening. not here, not in the safety of satoruβs homeβwith all of your friends gathered around. your gasp makes a few heads turn to you, and satoruβs face falls at your jumpiness. βhey, itβs alright. probably just my folks. donβt worry. shokoβanswer it?βΒ
she nods, though you can tell sheβs a little nervous too. she puts the phone to her ear and humsβseemingly recognizing the voice on the other end. the room all takes a collective breath of relief, but that doesnβt last very long. shoko clamps her hand over her mouth as she gasps, turning to you all to repeat what she was just told.Β
βitβs the sheriffβs grandsonβnaoya. they found him strung up the flagpoleβgutted like nanami!β she whisper yells, sparking the intrigue of most of the mildly intoxicated young adults in the room. she nods a few more times with whoeverβs on the other line, shaking her head at the grotesque crime until they hang up.Β
βwellβwhat are we waiting for, letβs go check it out before they pull him down!β some freshman suggests, getting whoops and hollers from the other nameless faces as the pile out of the room, shoko leading the charge. youβre gripped with fear. this is the last straw. thereβs no room to deny it anymore. the only common thread is you. when would this man get gojo? get geto? get ieiri and ioriβyou? would you have to watch all your friends die in front of you before he finally got you? naoya was not a nice guy, he had wronged plenty of people and was tojiβs cousinβbut he had saved you that day. and been punished for it.
βi need to go lie down.β you declare, sitting up on the only two men you could trust these daysβwhich only made you fear for their safety that much more. suguru looks up at you wistfully, seeming to understand. gojo pouts, but nods his head towards his room.Β
βweβll know where to find ya, sweet cheeks.β he assured, helping you slide off of their laps. you smile and nod at him gratefully, breaking out in that nervous cold sweat you were prone to as you creep up the steps towards satoruβs room. your heart thunders in your chest, so loud in your own ears you think it may be audible to everyone else. suguru βawwwsβ as you walk off and utahime blows you a kiss, stretched out in the recliner. sheβs invested in the movieβtotally into billy loomis, naturally.Β
you wish you could be so naive to spend your night crushing on the killer in an old horror film, but your mind is too preoccupied with the one youβre living. some comfort soothes at your heart as you enter satoruβs large personal space. it smells of his soothing sweet scent, and you melt right into his bed, looking up at the rotations of the ceiling fan. you arenβt sure how long you stare up at it, wondering what entertainment your classmates were getting out of seeing naoyaβs dead body. it makes you shudder to think about it, you wish that this was some sort of nightmare. at least those werenβt real. but that canβt be, because you feel yourself fall into some kind of satoruβs scent-induced slumber.Β
βyou know, it is pretty spooky how similar these past few deaths have been to the movie.β utahime scrunches her nose as she looks around the remaining friends. gojo nods, lips turned down in a pondering frown.Β
βyeahβlike the disembowelment? totally creepy. awww iβm all out of beer. utahimeeeee?β he coos, shaking his bottle at her. she jiggles hers and rolls her eyes at the emptiness. she shoves out of her comfy spot on the recliner.Β
βyouβre lucky mineβs empty, you bastard.β she chuckles, shaking her head and making her way out to the garage.Β
βlet suguru beer-sit for me when you get back, iβm gonna go check on the princess!β he yells after her, using his own thighs to propel himself into a stand. he turns to suguru, brows raised. βsheβs been so skittish lately. iβll be right back.βΒ
suguru takes a swallow of his room-temp beer, making a face at the taste. he finds himself alone with the movie, no choice but to watch the corny film that the current killings seem styled afterβat least in costuming. he sighs.Β
some time must have passed by the time you blink awake. you think itβs the trees rustling in the october wind that rips you out of your brief reprieve, or maybe itβs the uncomfortable silence and stillness to gojoβs house. either way, youβre yawningβstretching out on your stomach as you remember what caused you to isolate yourself from the rest of the party in the first place. you close your eyes as if that will stop the thoughts in their tracks, but itβs no use.Β
the scraping up the trellis outside of satoruβs room does plenty to wipe your mind, followed by what could only be the sound of the window being opened from the outside. you push yourself up, ready to flee the bed, but his voice stops you as if he had puppeteer strings controlling your limbs. the distortion is familiar, just like it was on the phone that day.Β
βdonβt move you little bitch, iβll slice you to ribbons!β he cheers, boots scuffing against the floor. youβre holding your breath, still laying on your stomach, head faced away from the killer.Β
βwhβwhat do you want from me?β you gulp, clenching your jaw as his weight sinks into the bed. your hands grip satoruβs pillow as the ghostface touches your back, hand resting in between your shoulder blades. he trails one finger along your spine, stopping at the curve of your ass.Β
βya mean you havenβt figured it out?β he slides his hand under your skirt, curling his finger in the waistline of your panties, pulling them out and letting them snap back against your skin. βi want that pretty pussy in exchange for another day on this spinning rock!βΒ
you shiver, fear creeping up your veins. you feel something sharper than a finger against your backβunmistakably the point of his hunting knife. your body straightens and you gasp, his gloved hand palming at your ass. while the blade keeps you in place.Β
βp-please, mr. ghostface, iβi dunno what this is all about!β you breathe heavily, feeling a tingling warmth bubble in your abdomen at his touchβfear had to be crossing the wires in your brain. he uses one hand to shove up your skirt, slapping the skin, the leather covering his hand only intensifying the feeling. you squeeze your eyes shut at the pleasurable sensationβshaking your head in surprise with yourself.Β
βi just told ya, sugar. open up those ears and those legs. youβre gonna let me fuck you dumb if you ever wanna see outside this room again, be the good little slut i know you can be.β he pops your ass again, causing you to make a strangled sound of enjoyment. your cheeks burn, you canβt be enjoying this, the stranger thatβs been terrorizing your life for the past few monthsβeven possibly the man that killed your lover a year agoβshould be the last person on the planet that causes your pussy to clamp around nothing.Β
you obey, spreading your legs wide enough for him to shift between. he repositions himself there on his knees, hooking his arm around to press the long blade across your delicate neck as he pulls your hips up slightly. you gasp at the sharp weapon pressed to your jugular, careful not to move or youβd slit your own throat. he giggles, using his free hand to leave the outline of his hand on your ass. your heart thrashes, blood pumping in your ears as a disgusting need burns viciously in your gut.Β
βthatβs a good start, see. you can do it.β he kneads your ass approvingly, big hands gripping the skin so tenderly you whine out, biting your lip immediately after. his laugh is taunting, and makes the anticipation shoot up like sparklers. youβre ashamed. this is a dangerous and scary murderer, and heβs in here fucking you, you canβt deny that it makes you feel a little specialβas heβs only targeting males. βohhh youβre an even bigger skank than i thought, wow. you like it!β he licks his teeth audibly, hooking a finger around the crotch of your panties, yanking off the soiled fabric. he delights in damp juices covering his fingers as he tucks the soiled undies in the back pocket of his jeans beneath the robe. βyouβll fuck anyone wonβt ya?βΒ
you move to shake your head, feeling blade bite into the flesh beneath. you open your mouth in your defense, silenced by the feeling of his bare fingers playing around in the mess holding you at knifepoint has created. βno! thatβs not true!βΒ
he slaps your ass, sighing. βyeah? whyβd you give this pretty little cunt to your married professor then? eager? desperate? did he make ya feel special?β he inquires, making your pussy grip again. the possessive lengths this murderer went through clearly spoke to your pussy if not your heart or your brain. you feel the man move around, freeing his cock if you had to guess. you ask yourself why you did fuck toji, and you decide to tell the truth. with the way things were going, heβd know if you were lying anyway.Β
βbecause i was horny and he was hot and thereβand iβ¦i guess i did feel special, he picked me.β you reply, earning a growl in return. the smack on your ass has you screaming this time, the force of it causing you to brush up against the knife a little, feeling the first layer of skin give way.Β
βwrong answer.β he gruffs, not as jovial sounding as before. you know what comes next. you briefly wonder what heβll feel like, how curved or thick heβd be, and if heβd actually let you live after heβs done. he answers most of your questions rather quickly, feeling like lightning had struck you and split you openβyou realize heβs shoved himself all the way in while youβre still laying on your stomach. you sputter out gargled sounds from suddenly being so full, balling up your fists in satoruβs pillow. maybe it was his scent wafting in your nose that made you horny instead of the masked man plowing your insides, holding your ass cheek apart with one hand in order to reach top speed. βlittle slut likes getting ruined by a psycho, huh? maybe i will keep you around after all, gripping my cock like you love it.β he giggles, laying all his body weight into the thrusts.Β
youβre mewling, gripping satoruβs pillow like it was the only thing tethering you to this earth. the ghostface was hitting every spot so rapidly and with so much force that youβre seeing stars. it takes everything in you not to slump forwardβonly the threat of imminent death keeping you awake enough.Β
βyou keep grippin it, lil slut. dont wanna let me go?β he chuckles at the way you keep lifting up to escape the blade. βcute slut though!! and a good one. gonna give you my load for being so obedientβi guess you didnβt have much choice though!β he laughs and pulls the knife from your neck, sickening slaps of his hips into your ass sound out across the room, growing slower in pace until he stills altogether, seed flooding your insidesβhis tip pressing it directly to your womb. his breaths are slightly ragged as he presses your ass back together, trapping his cum tight as he pulls out of you, humming at the sight of his slimy seed sliding out of your hole and pearling up on your pretty thighs. you heard his zipper at the same time you heard a knock at the door, a voice you recognize all too well kicking the panic up again.Β
βy/n? i heard screaming, are you okay?β suguru asks, jiggling the handle. βeveryoneβs gone and i just want to make sure youβre alright. iβm coming in.βΒ
you shake your head, turning to scream out a warning, but the ghostface clamps a hand over your mouth. suguru pushes the door openβ furrowing his brows at the sight, immediately rushing forward to intervene. he grunts his displeasure, snatching your hand to yank you away from the figure.Β
βrun y/n!β he commands, trying to shove the man away from you. you slide off the bed frantically, trying to get geto to run away with you as he and the ghostface struggle for dominance over the knife. he turns his head to look at you still standing in the room. βgo, now!β he calls out, the sound of the blade making contact with his skin making the color drain from your face. his eyes widen as he looks down at the knife in his chestβwhile the masked murderer cackles wildly before he grabs the wooden handle. geto looks back up at you, eyes growing more and more lidded.
βyet another friend youβve killed, little skank!β he cheers, yanking the knife out with a harrowing schlick before embedding it in him again for good measureβhis form falling to the ground. the sound of getoβs body collapsing was enough to send you scrambling down the stairs in search of the only other person who could help you get away. your legs move faster than youβve ever seen them go before, taking two steps at a time as you bound for the door.Β
you hear the stomps of ghostfaceβs boots coming after you. you shudder out your cries of anguish, trying to figure out a way to put some space between you and himβnot wanting to put any merit in his promise to keep you alive. you jump over the couch, slinging the tv down and once again throwing any and all obstacles in your path. it seemed to work well enough the first time you tried it, and based off of his hiss and a subsequent thump, you know you tripped him up a little bit. you sprint towards the garage, flipping on the light and pressing the switch to raise the doorβscreaming in horror at what the lights reveal.Β
iori utahime was nearly unrecognizable, her head smashed in the refrigerator with a broken beer bottle sticking out of her chest. hot tears spring out of your eyes instantlyβmuttering your apologies as you dip under the opening the garage door gives you, full sprinting like your life depends on it. youβve made it to an open fieldβsomewhere you once felt safe now making you feel like a deer waiting to be pounced on. you keep your head on a swivel, trying to locate the black mass in the nightβbut it was virtually impossible.Β
when he comes out of your peripheralβrunning at you from your right side, you see him in enough time to slide under his attempt to bear hug you, turning an about face towards the house. maybe you could make it back there, make it back to getoβs bodyβif you could just lock the doors and windows, you should be home free. satoru was still aroundβluckily you didnβt find his body. you struggle to get oxygen into your system through the chilly night airβfeeling it squeeze at your lungs as you desperately fight to get back to some idea of safety, running in bursts and patterns to keep the masked man guessing and confused through the tiny holes in the mask. tears still sting at your eyes as you throw yourself up the steps, making it to the door which you deadbolt instantly. you sweep the house, making sure the other doors were locked before coming back to the frontβhearing the beating of the ghostface rap against the door.Β
βdonβt lock me out sugar! we had such a good time!β he appeals, using the weighty knife handle to beat on the door some more. you grip the sides of your hair, out of breath and full blown panicking. if satoru wasnβt in the house, then youβve locked him out, and who knows if suguru was clinging to life upstairs. noise behind you makes you wheel around to confront itβterrified that the ghostface snuck in through a window like he had earlier.Β
instead, a heavily injured and bloody suguru limps out of gojoβs room, gasping out your name as he tumbles down the stairs, falling all the way to your feet. you cry out and crouch to him, face contorted up with concern and horror. he motions to stand, asking you to help him do so.Β
βsuguru! heβs outsideβoh my god, are we going to die? whereβs satoru? i need him to be safe too! we have to call the policeββ you prattle on, doing your best to help lift his weight. he groans in pain, helping you to the best of his ability as you get him propped up against the wall. he keeps you from pulling away, holding your hand in both of his.Β
βweβre going to be alright, angel. iβll call the cops.β he assured, stumbling forwardβtoward the door. he nods to help you calm down, a bloody hand cupping your face to have you look him in his gentle eyes. βiβm going to get us out of here.βΒ
βdonβt!! heβs gonna break it down or somethingβstand back, suguru! iβm scared!β you warn him as he looks out the peephole, shaking your head frantically.Β
βyou should be.β he says, leaning against the front door, giving you a cunning smile. gentle brown eyes shift into something much more sinisterβthough the lust that always swims in them remains. his words rock you off kilterβyouβre sure you must be so paranoid that youβre making things up now.Β
βwh-what?β you shake your head, furrowing your brows a bit as he lifts a bloody finger to his mouth, sucking the red digit clean with repeated swirls of his thick tongueβand making you step backward as the shock wears off. he was involved. you donβt understand how or whyβbut your best friend suguru geto was involved.Β
βshame you donβt like horror movies, y/n. maybe if you had seen scream, youβd have known what to expect. high fructose corn syrupβjust like in carrie.β he hums, trailing his tongue along his hand. you shake your head, steadily backing away from him. he wasnβt hurt at allβjust theatrics to get you right where he wanted you. which means satoruβ
βn-noβ¦this is impossible. youβ¦you came to my house!β you argue, trying to find a way for it to not be true. you back straight into another hard chestβand the figure dangles your panties over your face. your veins are frozen as you turn slowlyβfaced with the missing satoru. heβs beaming, wiggling the fabric in his hands.Β
βsurprise! look what we did for you, princess!β he cheers, stepping forward to make you back upβpushing you back into suguru with every calculated step. you blink rapidly, processing all thatβs before your eyes. satoru and suguru? they were working as a team this whole time? a murderous, manipulative team?
βfor me? what on earth are you talking about??β you shake your head incredulously, wondering how theyβve cloaked their insanity this whole time. βiβi never wanted this!β you begin to sniffle, the tears of realization starting the burn your eyes.Β
βno? you know how we feel about boys around our princess.β satoru hummed, shaking his head.Β
βafter all of our years of devotion to you,β suguru shakes his head, stepping in front of you as well, leaning down to capture your vision. you avoid his eyes, too busy dealing with your racing thoughts. βyou reward us by giving your virginity to a married man. what were we supposed to do about that angel?βΒ
βhowβhow did you find outββ
βyouβre so loud in his office, pretty girl. we know what you sound like all too wellβand you had been missing a lot that semesterβ¦we put two and two and two together!β he says shrilly, devoid of the costume though the large hunting knife was still in hand.Β
βiβ¦i didnβt ever get any attention from boys!!β you start to cry, the full weight of their words taking hold on you. everything was your fault after all, those haunting feelings were all trueβand your best friends were the ones behind the whole scheme.Β
βwhy would you need any other attention?? are we not more than enough?β he snarls, deeply wounded that you gave your body away after heβs spent so much of his time catering to it.Β
you sniffle, recoiling away at his tone. geto was always so gentle and calm, but it seems like heβs finally snapped. you never thought they had any romantic intent with all their safe-guards, assuming they viewed you more like a tiny kitten that needed their protection. but it all makes sense now, their abnormal need to spend their time with you, the cuddling, the touching, even the carrying gameβyou were sure now that it was all about their feelings for you. geto grabs your face in one broad hand, jerking your chin up to look at him.Β
βyouβll look at me when iβm speaking to you. answer. are we not enough?β he demands, clenching his jaw so tight that you can see the muscles twitch.Β
βyes! youβre enoughβi just didnβt think it was like that, boysβi didnβt think you both liked me, iβi just thought you were being niceββΒ
βwell. thereβs no more of that, slut. if we didnβt kill the other two, who knows what you would have let them do.β he snarls, squeezing your cheeks together to keep you from speaking further. satoru claps his hands, tugging you to the couch.Β
βitβs time we make you our final girl, sugar. arenβt you so lucky? who else would love you like us?!β he asks you, pushing you into the cushions. he holds the knife to your shoulder, pouting. βdonβt make me use this on you, pretty girl. just listen to us and weβll go from a scary movie to a happily ever after.β he hums, sitting at your side so he could keep the blade steady.Β
youβre reeling, brain light and heavy all at once. they did thisβ¦for you? all to show you their love and devotion? itβs too much. his words are sweet but his actions have been anything but. you shake your head. βutahimeβ¦what did she do to deserve that?β you snap, tears slipping down your cheeks, you feel bolstered with the confidence that they wonβt hurt you. this elaborate scheme has all been to make you theirs, after all.Β
geto laughs, shaking his head as he comes over to the couch, the boner in his pants so obvious your pussy clenches involuntarily. youβre lucky your skirt has you covered enough that neither of them saw it, for youβd never hear the end of it. geto strokes himself over his pants, giving satoru some kind of direction with the nod of his head. gojo shifts you to your knees, forcing your head forward to stare at suguru as he unbuttons his pants.Β
βutahime was in the way.β suguru shrugs, letting his endowment slap up against his red corn syrup stained shirt. he peels that off next.Β
gojo scoffs. βyou donβt need friends anyway, you got us!β he cheered, repositioning his digits on the back of your neck. suguru pushes some hair over his shoulder, gesturing to his cock with a simple look down.Β
you shake your head no, trying to fight against satoruβs hold, but he points the knife under your jaw, following the line of the bone. suguru chuckles darkly.Β
βthis whore will fuck anything on two legs, but when it comes time to fuck the men that earned it, you wanna be shy?β he shakes his head with disappointment, βyou even slutted yourself out for someone you didnβt know. whatβs the problem? if he holds the knife against your neck will it make you drip again?βΒ
the statement makes you gasp softly, the pang in your core causing you to whine in disbelief. why was this turning you on? thereβs no way you should be giving in to such a crazy stunt. theyβve ruined your life, killed anyone close to or interested in youβand now theyβre here to claim their due reward. and your pussy is absolutely leaking over it despite the alarms ringing in your head. the way that geto grabs a fistful of your hair to guide your face to his drooling slit has you opening your mouth to welcome him inside without any more protests, causing gojo to giggle at the sight.
βtold ya sheβd give in. we know her better than anyone, yeah?β he dances the knife along the side of your neck as your throat bulges with suguruβs thickness. your eyes roll back at the feeling of his fat tip hitting your uvula, keeping you from speaking anyway.Β
βthere we go. youβre pretty when you listen, y/n.β he hums, cock jumping in your mouth. you felt better than he couldβveΒ imaginedβand nothing could recreate the mix of fear and taboo lust that you look at him with, tears dotting the corner of your vision as he guides your head in bobbing along his thick shaft. gojo just keeps your hair from falling in your faceβeager to see all of you as you arch up on your knees, wiggling your pretty ass in the air. βnasty little thing. youβre just as bad as us, you know. you made us kill all these poor peopleβif only you listened to us and left boys alone.β suguru grunts, watching as satoru pushes your skirt up, trailing the tip of the knife over your ass cheek, careful not to slice as he peppers slaps to your other side. you whine at the feeling, pussy tightening at his teasing even though suguru filled your mouth to the brim. suguru slaps youβmedium intensity, but coupled with satoruβs spanks and his dick forcing your throat apartβit had your vision darkening. you never stop sucking his cock though, and thatβs what he was testing for.Β
βlet her ride it.β he rewards you with his approval, and satoru snickers happily. suguruβs hand falls to grip your neck, loving the sounds you make when struggling to breathe. the pain is so delicious, you can feel the morale in you dying the longer they toy with youβyour need to be touched outweighing your fearβtranscending it into trust. you know that they love you, in their own fucked up way, so they wonβt kill you. your drowsy eyes shoot open when you feel the cool wooden handle of the hunting knife nudge against your clit. gojo holds it carefully by the bladeβtoo skilled to let it cut him even with your uncalculated movements. suguru chuckles at your reactions, letting your hair go to see how you swallow him up on your own accord. you donβt falter, not even when the handle slides around your hole, teasing you into steady rolls of your hips to find it. gojo loved thisβwatching you grow so needy youβd settle for fucking yourself on the weapon that slayed your professor, your lab partner, your white knight, and your best friend.Β
βlook whoβs a needy whore now. you wouldnβt ever be satisfied without us, angel.β suguru insists, watching the pleasure on your face as satoru finally lets you sink down on the handle. itβs wide, stretching you open with a slight burnβbut itβs delicious friction strokes against your insides, and you were eager for anything to relieve the ache in your stomach, the way they used you but loved you mercilessly has you clamping, wetness sliding down the weapon. the guilt pushing back against the pleasure was slowly fadingβlosing. βoh, no, no. donβt let her cum.β suguru tsks, sliding his cock free of your mouth. you whine at the loss, rubbing at your sore jaw, feeling gojoβs hands find your waist again. he pulls you to lay in his lap, his own excitement pressing against the tight seam of his zipper. youβre careful to lay your head on his thigh, looking up at him and feeling a sense of reliefβeven as he pressed the blade to your neck.Β
βyou liked this earlier, right? thatβs because youβre just as fucking nasty as we are, cutie.β he snickered a little, cupping your clothed tit. suguru saddles between your legs this time, pushing your knees to your chest without pause, absolutely nothing but a feral need to claim you flashing in his eyes. he pushes your shirt up just to see all of you, βiβve waited far too long to see these tits, angel.β he grumbles, palming at them in between squeezes from satoruβs large hands. you moan at their touchesβso intense yet different and identifiable. satoru hums at the little noise, tweaking your nipple as geto parts your pussy lips. he doesnβt warn you before he sheaths himself, making you take his length all at once. your eyes widen at the feelingβso wide you donβt understand how your throat accommodated him. your back arches off the couch at the sensation, you think you can feel every vein and ridge along his length as he lets you get used to it. gojoβs enamored by the face you make, brows pinched and mouth dropped openβwide eyes flickering between them. heβs dreamed of this for so longβthey would do all of this as many times as it took to have you like this now, but luckily youβre obedient. satoru cups your face with his free hand, trailing his fingers along your cheekbone in a touch reminiscent of his ghostface earlier. heβs gentler than suguru despite the blade he wields. suguruβs grip on the back of your thighs will bruise, it hurts even nowβbut in the type of way you want to feel forever. heβs not gentle with your pussy either, pulling his full length out, tapping your clit with his head to make you mewl. the force he uses to plow back in causes satoru to move the knife from your neck, drawing circles over your bouncing fat tits instead.Β
βsheβs so tight, huh? think sheβll stay like that between the two of us?β gojo giggles, looking up at the pretty faces suguru himself was making. his eyes are lazily lidded, but still serpentine and focused on the sight before him. you squeeze down on his cock, and he loves that he canβt tell if itβs from fear or your returned affection.Β
βso tight, despite giving it up so freely. isnβt that rightβour little slut?.β suguru mutters, watching the glint of the blade as satoru swirls it around your delicate skin. your eyes widen at his question, face burning at the fact that they knew. blaming them wouldnβt get you anywhereβit seems you had to own your mistake and hope that groveling can return you to your former glory, despite how you clench around him calling you a slut.Β
you nod, βiβm sorry! i didnβt know that you two love me, iβm sorry, suguru!β you lean up a bit to appeal to him, causing satoru to knick your skin with the blade. you moan at the slight burn, beads of blood bubbling to the small cut. satoru curses at himself, though the noise you make has his eyes narrowing at yours in intrigue. you liked it, just like you liked fucking at knifepoint earlier
βyouβre a dirty little bitch.β satoru chuckles, looking up at an intoxicated suguru. his eyes were nearly blacked, pupils fully dilated. he leans over, running his fat tongue along the shallow wound, humming at the few drops of your blood that he got to taste. satoru arches a brow, fascinated by the reaction. it makes him want a taste for himselfβbut suguruβs still hungry for more. his thick hand steadies your jaw, his tongue licking a thick stripe up the side of your neck. you shiver at the feelingβall the feelings. the warmth threatening to spill over at the cock splitting you in half, the slight dizziness that came from the cutβhow lewd and chill-inducing suguruβs tongue felt, the intense desire behind satoruβs groping. it was all consuming, and you were losing sight of yourself relatively easilyβafter all, you felt your safest with them. theyβd never hurt their final girl.Β
βletβs see just how dirty, satoruβ¦β he hums, never faltering with his hips as he moves his lips to your neck, licking and sucking spots into your skin almost romantically. youβre so undone that you even move your hips, circling to try to get closer to suguru, teetering on the line.Β
βohβit feels so good, suguru..β you mumble, and satoru giggles at your blissed out face, dick throbbing in his jeans.Β
βiβm sure it does, pretty slut.β satoru sings to you, his normal taunting voice was layered with the sick affection he holds you in. he watches your cut pearl up with blood again, the sight so pretty to him. heβs seen plenty of blood eradicating all the threats to your happiness, but yours seemed so much better. like you were more pure than those that heβd eliminated on your behalf. he wanted to see some moreβand suguru does too. satoru makes a matching cut below the accidental one, swiping his thumb over it to collect the hot crimson. you watch him, lengthening your neck to tilt your head backβeagerly following how his tongue wrapped around the slender digit to suck the tangy taste off.Β
the opening you give suguru is so delicious he canβt repress his chuckle as he picks the perfect spot between your neck and shoulder. he bites down and you can feel his canines pierce the skin deep, screaming out at the painful bliss. your red blood covers their white teeth, leaking out of their pink lips. suguru looks like a vampire instead of a masked murderer with his chin dyed burgundy, satoruβs tongue darting out to collect the remnants on his own mouth before he leaned upβgrabbing suguruβs jaw so he could lap up the stain, letting your blood mingle together on each otherβs tongues as they wrestle together. gojo holds the knife carefully away from suguruβs head as he puts his other hand on his face, the two clearly just as into each other as they were youβa fact that was terrifying and insanely hot at the same time. you shudderβfeeling your heartbeat echo through the cuts and your bite, pussy throbbing around suguru. he breaks away from satoruβyanking him back by a fistful of his white hair.Β
βour little bitch thinks itβs time for her to cum.β suguru sighs, and satoru grins down at you with a mix of blood and saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth. satoru shakes his head.Β
βbut i havenβt even touched her!β he protests, pouting down at you. it makes you feel a pang of guilt in your stomachβbut not because you were fucking two serial killers, noβbecause you hadnβt given one of them enough attention.Β
βyou did take her earlierβwithout permission.β suguru growled a bit and looks over your slightly bloodied chest and fucked out face. he knows exactly what will perk you back up and get satoru back in line. he releases his hold on his hair and slips out of your sopping folds, moving to slip the knife from satoruβs grasp while taking your chin in his other hand. he nods satoru to you. βprep her assβi wonder if she ever let the professor in there. wait noβ¦iβm sure he only fucked your ass.β he gently pulls on you, prompting you to get back to your hands and knees, facing him. he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand, tilting your chin up with the blade to look at him.Β
the intense knowing in his eyes makes a shudder trill down your spineβand your pussy clench. how did he know that? knowing about the affairβhearing itβwas one thing. but how did they know the intimate details outside ofβ¦being there. the puzzle pieces click into place and suguru can see it in the way your eyes widen. he chuckles, nodding to confirm your fears while satoru jiggles your fat ass cheeks in his hands. heβs admiring the recoil, the leaking pussy he had to spread your ass to seeβit was all such a wonderful and worthy reward for him.Β
βyou think weβd miss a show like that? tsk tsk.β he pouts, keeping you engaged so satoru could warm you up on the other end. βprofessor fushiguro didnβt want any more children? how sad.β he teases slightly, running the knife over your plush lips, watching the way your skin gives in to the metal, bouncing back up as he moves it to a new spot. satoru gathers the arousal pooling down your thighs, adding his spit to the nasty mix on his fingers. you gasp softly, feeling his digits prod around your puckered entrance. βcould have made a pretty little thing like you his baby mama? hm. maybe if heβd been smarter about it, his existing son wouldnβt be fatherless. though thatβs on you tooββ
you whimper, shaking your head. βnβno, donβt say that!β you protest, feeling the humanity in you lash out at the statement.Β
βwhy? hard truth? donβt worry princessβweβll give you plenty of kids. you wonβt be left wanting, poor thing.β satoru pouts with you, giving you the first finger down to the knuckle. you squeeze around it, any combativeness dying right back down as the brain fog returns. heβs slowly thrusting it, letting you rock your hips back for more, the unrelenting need in your gut yet to be satisfied under getoβs punishments.Β
βand your kids will have two fathers just to keep you extra safe. canβt you see? weβre the only ones who can protect you and make you happy.β geto implores, stroking your cheeks and watching your reaction to satoruβs second finger, tucking his lip between his teeth.Β
βoh she already knows that, sugu. cβmon sugar. tell him.β he encourages, defending you in his own way. he scissors his fingers in your ass, giggling at the wet squelch that accompanies his movements. βyouβll be so happyβjust tell him, princess.β he appeals, your brain mushy with the feeling of their hands on you and their promises swimming around your brain. they have protected you from so much over the years, between your average bullies and boys that truly crossed the line back in high schoolβyou know that in their own deluded way, theyβre right.Β
βyou guys are the only ones that make me happy!! i feel so safe hereβi know you wonβt hurt me.β you whine, nodding. it appeals to both of their heartsβthe sultry call of your voice had them eager to fill all your holes.Β
βoh weβll hurt you, slutty princess.β satoru hums, sliding his fingers out of your choking ass. he repositions you, hands fitting into the handles of your waist to right you in his lap, angling his proud length at your hole. βsee, this will hurt a bunch! but youβll love it.β he assures, pulling you down on him a few inches at a time. you scream out, looking up at geto for rescue. he only steps in front of youβfisting his own cock in the angle he needs it. your eyes widen when you realize that they plan to fuck you at the same timeβand they donβt have the decency to let you get accustomed to one before giving you the other.Β
gojo hisses, your ass was still so tight despite all his hard work, though the amounts of spit and your own slick he slathered around were making it easy to sink into you. as soon as you hit the hilt of his dickβabsolutely shaking from the pressure in your ass, suguruβs nudging your pussy lips apart to bully you some more.Β
βyou can take us bothβyouβre a slut, remember? you can do it for us.β suguru reminds you tenderly, holding your face as they get used to the feeling of you and each other through the thin wall of tissue that keeps them apart. you sputter, grabbing onto suguruβs shoulders in an effort to not fall over. satoru uses his hold on your waist to propel you to move, making getoβs work minimal. the pace he sets is brutal, picking you up and slamming you back down while suguru just rocks his hips to add to the sensation of two cocks fucking you open.Β
if you thought either of them were big and splitting earlier, then this was what you got in return. white hot pain and pleasure courses through your veins, replacing the fear and unease that has been haunting you for days. they were taking care of you, and if you didnβt have to fear their wrathβwhy wouldnβt you squeeze their cocks, scream for them, and make them feel just as loved?
this is what they deserve, what their hard work has earned them: your silken walls being beaten into the shapes of their dicks and nothing elseβyour tits and ass bouncing with the impact of their brutal thrusts sending you back and forth like a tug of war.Β
βitβs too much!β you cry out, feeling the heat in your stomach burn as bright as a starβyou felt like you were on fire. pleasure tingled up your veins, the gummy spots of your cunt being abused perfectly by suguruβs thick cockβyour insides being rearranged by gojoβs unrelenting brutality, despite his sweeter speech.Β
βdβawh, no itβs not. look at youβyouβre doing it.β he encourages, putting his lips to your neck. βyouβre takinβ it so good.βΒ
βsqueezing us even. stop lyingβyou want even more.β suguru huffs, grabbing your throat. you sputter a little, erotic moans turning higher in pitch. he chuckles at his predictionβcock twitching in your walls.Β
βtoomuchtoomuchβneed to cum, please, please boysβwanna cum all over you!β you plead for yourself, though itβs not exactly a performance. they were fucking you mindless, and at this point you would do whatever it took to have themβeven lying to the police about what happened here tonight.Β
βaw sugu, listen to her. i wanna see it, let her cum.β satoru adds on your behalf, balancing his chin on your shoulder. he bats those crystal blues at suguru, knowing he surely canβt deny you bothβand he wonβt.Β
βtell us you love us, angel. tell us who fucks you so good, then you can cum.β he grunts, laying his hands over satoruβs to feel you move your hips on them both, fucking into geto just to throw your ass back on satoruβitβs so fucking good.Β
his demand isnβt even a challengeβyouβve succumbed to their desires for you some time ago, accepting their brutal form of love as the one that youβre deserving ofβmen who would kill for you. what more could you ever want?Β
βi love you, fuckβi love you both so much! i always haveβi always have, youβre my boys!β you pant, your voice begging plead. βyou fuck me so goodβlet me cum to show you, pleaseβsuguru!! satoru!!β you cry their names so sweetly that satoru canβt hold himself back anymoreβhot cum fills your ass before you even finish saying it. heβs shuddering, nodding to give you his permission, though you wait for suguru too.Β
he leans forwardβjerking your chin up into a proper kiss with him, gnashing on your lips and giving you a taste of his tongue. he holds your face still as he pulls away, nodding. βcum, angel. youβve been so fucking good.β he drawls in your ear, giving satoru a rewarding kiss too as your hips spasm under his command. it strokes his ego, the way you scream and jerk as your orgasm overtakes youβthe ones heβs denied you factoring into the toe-curling sensation of this one. he follows after youβhis hot seed spurting out in bursts, so so much cum. itβs clear suguru and satoru have planned this for some timeβand now that delights you instead of invoking the fear it should, if you were normal.Β
satoru rubs at your shoulders, pulling away from suguruβs lips with a loud smack. you can feel your heart poundingβhearing it in your ears as they turn to youβcocks still plugging you full. βnow princessβ¦β he hums as suguru picks you up off of him. he looks so pretty, you think, his skin slightly red from excitementβblue eyes wild with adrenaline. βweβre gonna get you cleaned upβand then itβs your turn to attack.β he giggles, making you snap your tired head up to suguru who holds you like a baby.Β
βthe police. we have to be believable survivors after all. didnβt you watch any horror movie, y/n?β he shakes his head, a fond grin on his face as he takes you to the kitchen, sitting you on the counter for satoru to wipe down. gojo kneels between your legs to clean you carefully as suguru tucks the knife into your hands.Β
βaim for the stomach. youβve got our hearts already.β suguru smirks, dialing 911.Β
seat taker
s. you have a crush on the smartest and sexiest guy in your lit class who happens to ride a motorcycle with spooky season around the corner. what ever might happen?
w.c. 10.6k
w. fem! reader, biker!geto! x reader , fluff!, smut! (its more so toward the end so u can read until it cuts off to that lol if u want)
a/n: based on this idea I posted about biker!geto from uni lol, I didn't really proofread so ill get to that sometime later after I shower and eat lol just wanted to get this out
"go sit next to him then."
you take a nervous gulp from your water bottle as you walk to your lit class. the effort was a bit clumsy considering you were using one hand to open and close it while the other held your phone, your friend on the other line.
"never, would I ever have the balls to do that. i may be confident but I am not as delusional as the caveman gym bro that took your seat so he could sit next to me in anthropology."
she laughs on the other end, a hysterical giggle at your backtalk.
"well then he's just gonna keep thinking you're creepy cause you stare."
you let out a haughty scoff, "as if I acknowledge his existence." a finger of yours goes up in the air, as if she could see you being a smartass about your discretion, "I never look at him. I only get in a glance or two when he asks the professor a question or when he raises his hand to answer a question."
"you're insane."
"unfixable." you sigh prettily and proudly before giving a more serious response to her first suggestion, "and it would be really awkward if I sat next to him either way. the class is packed and everyone has their assigned unassigned seats, the white haired guy that always sits next to him would probably push me off his seat if he ever saw me there."
"that is true. some girl did that to me in stats and I was like ??? have you not been sitting somewhere else this entire semester? pissed me off that I had to sit somewhere else and take someone's seat."
you're about five seconds away from your lecture hall door when you add to her complaint.
"right. and then that person looks at you funny cause you took their seat and then arghβits just a fucking domino effect." you turn around and take a step into the class, the sight before you bringing emphasis to the last words that you meant to finish off with, "fuck seat takers..."
"huh. what was that last part?"
your classroom is full. every one of the 200 seats are seemingly just taken. it's a sight you're not used to when you walk into class. normally, when you decide to go in, about half of the class is there, and you were starting to curse the fact that you gave yourself the luxury to finish the last of your reading for next week ahead of time. those ten minutes didn't seem like they'd make a difference, they sure do now...
with white haired guy sitting in YOUR seat.
its across the lecture hall from where he normally sits, next to Geto, who just so conveniently has an empty seat next to him, the only empty seat.
poker face, poker face, poker face.
it's all you repeat to yourself as you walk up the carpet steps to the row where Geto is sitting and try to continue the conversation with your friend.
there's no white noise, some people are typing away at their computers and others are chatting with the person next to them or near them, so it gives you room to explain yourself a little without being heard.
"everybody's already in class, and white haired guy is in my seat dude, and guess which seat isn't fucking taken." there's an edge to your voice, however it lays undetectable with your calm face.
"WAITTTTTTTT. AHAHAβ"
you can feel your body heating up in nerves when you start walking between Geto's row, to the seat next to him.
"stop f/n. I am on the verge of committing a serious crime. I'm going to actually end up in handcuffs by the end of today. theβ"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA." She keeps laughing at you as you force yourself to not care that you're pulling out and sinking into the chair next to Geto. If he acknowledged you, you wouldn't have known, his mere presence something you deleted from your mind in order to process the current events before you right now.
a high pitched and drawn out HA is the last of her laughs you hear before she speaks again, "I basically manifested this for you. you should be thanking me."
"fuck your manifesting. I'm not excited for this." you don't care to filter your voice into a whisper, it stays at its normal tone even though you're next to Geto because he didn't even know what the conversation was about anyway.
you balance your phone between your shoulder and cheek while you begin to take out your iPad and journal for class.
"ask him for a ride on his motorcycle after heh." she pokes at you and you feel like you can hear her poking out her tongue in malevolence.
even though you're slightly grumpy at your predicament, you manage to make a comment accompanied by a sigh, "with the way midterms are looking, id need a different kind of ride."
"you can ask him for that too~"
"shut up, you menace."
"hehe," she strikes evilly, "well, I'll leave you to your class with your boyfriend."
"no, stop, the class doesn't evenβ"
"bye!"
and she hung up on you, leaving you to flip mindlessly through your notebook while you try to ignore the presence of the hot hot hot piece of sexiness next to you.
suguru geto has been at the forefront of your mind for weeks now. you had always slightly admired him from afar, considering your actual seat in the lecture hall was across the room from him. he was undeniably attractive, with his long black always tied up in a bun and clean outfits. and his intelligence, he was always one to garner thoughtful debates in class in response to the professors teachings. his calmness towards everything was enough to make you swoon at the thought go him being that patient with you too.
and his stupid motorcycle, the thing that made it all click for you.
you had been walking to the library after class to meet with your classmate to work on an anthropology presentation when you caught a glimpseβstareβof him getting onto a motorcycle and pulling a helmet over his head before he quickly rode off to wherever he was going. for some reason, it really got your gears grinding and wishing you could just jump this man and do some truly desperate things.
he was all you thought about after. none of the other cute guys in your classes could hold a candle to the being that is suguru geto, renouncing you into a pining mess that looked forward to every lit classβeven though you pretended you didn't care for him.
god, what even was the point in all of this if you weren't ever going to make a move? if he just SPOKE to you first maybe you could get some rizz inβ
"you have pretty handwriting."
"Iβwhat?"
you perk up like a deer in headlights at the sudden voice of Geto, wondering if you're the one he's speaking to.
and he is, he's spinning a pen between his fingers while he looks at you, slightly gesturing towards the journal in your hands, your cursive covering the pages of it.
"oh!" you're still caught off guard, doe eyes in the face of his sudden and scary, to you, comment, "thank you. can't even read it sometimes though, it's like trying to understand another language when I have to study what I write after."
he smiles slightly at your comment, a whisp of his dark hair swaying near his right eye, "I think it'd be cool to try and translate."
you resist the urge to curl into a ball and wish he would just look away from you, but you persevere, holding out your journal to him.
"be my guest." you say without hesitance
he sets his pen aside when he grabs it, immediately flipping through the pages and starting to skim through your notes, his eyes moving side to side as he does. you get a good view of him while he goes about trying to decipher your writings. he's wearing a black shirt today, it's not exactly tight, but not loose either. it gives you the perfect view of his arms bulging a bit, his biceps' size is an eye sore for you.
he's wearing these black stud earrings too, only visible because of the bun that he keeps his long hair. you wish you could see how long his hair actually was sometimes, he had never worn it down to class.
"looks like I'm more versed in your cursive than you are." he glances at you, a faint smile on his lips
your eyebrows raise a little and your eyes widen, "what? you can read it?"
he closes the journal and slides it to your spot on the very long lecture table. geto then leans over to your side a bit, close to your ear, and starts to point across the room to his white haired friend.
"see that idiot with the pitch black glasses?"
the question sends chills down your spine, the proximity making your heart race.
"y-yeah."
"silver spoon baby. learned cursive when he was four and it's basically incomprehensible unless you've been sharing notes with him since high school."
a laugh flows out of your lips, etching a smile on your face. your shoulder slightly bumps into his chest from it before you turn your head to directly face his.
"and I'm taking it that you're well versed in his cursive then too?"
he looks at you with a slight dreaminess in his eyes, his height still domineering over you even if you were both seated next to each other.
"have to be, would have failed lots of class projects if I didn't"
you take the opportunity to poke about the whereabouts of his friend in your seat now that he's been mentioned.
"and why's he sitting over there then?" you blink up at him for a response
at this, geto sinks back to his original position on his chair, face a million miles away from yours now as he goes back to fiddling with his pen.
"he's...trying to flirt with the girl he's talking to right now." he shakes his head a little, although there isn't much of a disappointed look in his face, it's more entertained. he was probably used to his friend's antics by now.
"ah. at least it looks like she's into it." you dispense the weight of your head onto the palm of your hand as you look at his friend with him, "could not have been me."
"what?"
you don't turn to look at him as you respond, "this Andrew Tate gym bro took my friend's seat to sit next to me in my anthropology class the other day. tried speaking to me like those guys who swear all you need is a computer to become a millionaire. worst ninety minutes of my life."
you hear a puff of a laugh from geto
"I can guarantee you Gojo has better skills than that. he's probably talking about his Halloween party for this weekend."
you flip your head to look at him suddenly, "he's that guy?"
every big party that everyone talked about on campus was always held by Gojo. they had numerous amounts of beers and liquor bottles. always the best music, the best hookup stories, the best snacks, everything. you hadn't put a face to the name until now, although it should've clicked when you found out Geto's name. his was always being paired with Gojo, as some would put it, two pretty best friends.
geto could see the gears turning in your head and his eyes creased a little at your realization in a smile, "yea, that's the guy."
you're a bit taken aback by his confirmation and turn to take another look at gojo before looking back at geto.
amused, geto speaks again, "by all means, go for it, he'sβ"
you quickly shake your head and stretch out both your hands to frantically do the same, "no, god, no. i'm not into him. it's just I didn't know that was him. I always hear good things about his parties."
geto nods, "he has an affinity for making sure everyone has a good time. you ever been to one?"
you shake your head, "never, haven't had the chance to or been invited."
"you should go to the Halloween one." geto suggests, gesturing his pen in your direction before going back to spinning it around his fingers, "you know where it is?"
you shake your head again, now completely facing his direction, the attention you were giving to his friend gone and now placed on him.
geto gestures towards your journal and reaches for it, "may I?"
you nod, curious at what he was going to do.
he flips the journal and opens the very last page, guaranteed to be blank and begins writing something on it.
when he pushes it back to your side of the table, you can see what he's written now, an address.
"that's where the frat house is."
you wiggle your eyebrows a little at him, "you in the frat too?"
geto laughs fully this time and shakes his head, "no. I have my own apartment. that's just gojo's thing."
you acknowledge him and look over the address written on your journal, "I'll think about it. have to wear my costume somewhere right?"
"what is it?" he tilts his head curiously, genuine interest in what you would choose to dress up as.
you try to bite back the smile at the knowledge you have of your costume and choose to leave it up in the air for him, tapping your journal on his shoulder.
"now that is something for you to find out if you see me at the party."
just how it's entailed in mean girls, you dress up slutty for gojo's halloween party. you wore a playboy bunny costume, close to one of the sluttier things you can wear, but it's rare recently for girls to wear as opposed to the trendy fairy and angel costumes lately.
although it isn't exactly halloween yet, its the first out of the two parties gojo was holding in honor of the holiday. next weekend there would be another one on the actual day, but you didn't know if you'd go that one yet, you were going to see what this one was all about though.
you brought your friend with you, hooking her up with the address geto provided you because she had been aching to go to one of gojo's parties too.
your eyes light up when you see geto's sleek black motorcycle parked near the garage as the both of you walk to the door.
"god, there's so many people inside." your friend all but screeches in excitement and you would too if it weren't for the nerves of impending doom that geto, your everything crush and classmate, was going to see you wearing this.
the chills that come from the thought make you rub your shoulders for heat as you walk inside and the blaring of the music becomes even more booming now that it isn't being shielded by the walls of the house.
"where do you think the drinks are?" you try to speak up, a trace of small worry at bumping into geto laced in your voice.
she raises her head up and looks around to see where she could spot the alcohol until she starts dragging you by the hand, "the kitchen is over here I think!"
she pushes the both of you past clusters of people, paving the way for her desire for vodka and it makes you bump into someone a bit roughly.
you try to voice out your apology quickly as she keeps dragging you along, looking back at who you just bumped into.
it's geto.
his eyes show mild surprise, not one for entirely showing his emotions, they're widened a bit and he looks a bit taken aback while his eyes rake up and down your bodyβstill being dragged away. he's not wearing a costume, sporting a white t-shirt and jeans instead.
the words of apology you were going to utter fall off as you make eye contact and realize it was him you bumped into, he who just got an obvious look at your costume.
you're glad the speed of your friend makes the interaction short lived due to her lightning speed in suddenly bringing you to the kitchen, which is lined with beer and liquor of all kinds, every space of the spacious kitchen taken up by alcohol.
you hurriedly reach to serve yourself a cup of strawberry vodka, hoping that the first sip and those after might make your nerves dilute. when you turn around to talk to your friend, who's probably already served herself straight flavorless vodka, she's being flirted with by her anthropology club crush. she gives you a quick glance, a combination of 'oh my god oh my god' and 'sorry' being communicated to you.
you smile at her knowingly and point towards where everyone was dancing and talking, marking that that's where you would be while you left her to go as far as she wanted with the boy in front of her.
you're halfway through the crowd to make it to the patio when a voice is suddenly in your ear from behind.
"is it as cool as people say?"
you jump at the intrusion and cradle the cup of vodka to your chest and look at who just spoke to you.
it's geto, exactly behind you, his large frame towering over your body and leaned over so you could hear him.
you're stopped in your tracks and turn around to face him now, trying hard not to feel intimated by your basically half naked right in front of him.
"yeah!" you nod
geto turns his head a little from his spot at least a foot above you and leans down again, at level heads with you
"sorry, say that again." he looks at you earnestly, wanting to be able to properly hear your answer with the loud music echoing into your ears and his.
"I said yeah! I didn't know parties could be this packed!" you say, taking a nervous sip from your cup as you look at him
"what happened to your friend?" geto keeps his posture the way it is to keep talking to you
"the guy she likes started talking to her!" you exclaim past the loud blare of music.
"ah." he nods, taking a quick glance to the kitchen and spotting your friend smiling eagerly at the guy in a jason costume in front of her. "what are you going to do then?"
you blink cluelessly, haven't actually thought about until he asked you.
"dance!" you look around the room so he could look with you. bodies pressed against each other and bodies dancing by themselves all across the room.
geto smiles and straightens himself before reaching a hand out to you and gives you a look of 'wanna take it?'
you can't help the bashful smile that makes its way to your face as you hesitantly take his hand. he softly brings you closer to him, not as close as the other horny bodies in the room, but it's a little intimate and makes you feel intoxicated. he puts his other hand high on your waist, making sure to avoid the sluttiness beneath that line of your torso considering your outfit, and he starts to sway the both of you to the music. he holds you to himself with you hook an arm over his shoulder and use the other hand to hold your drink, singing along to the music with a toothy smile.
it was playful, the interaction with him, a fun setting between the both of you. the combination of that and the large heap of strawberry vodka you served yourself and managed to finish by the second song with him were the reason for your increasing comfortable nature with him. you were laughing and laying your head on his chest frequently through your endless bursts of energy and gasping breaths for relief.
he was smiling throughout the entirety of it, never getting too comfortable though, and keeping his hands where they had originally been.
"I just wanna be one of your girls tonight!" you sing at the top of your lungs.
geto lets go of one of the hands encircling you and instead reaches for one of the hands splayed across his shoulder and chest, caressing it with a thumb.
you tug at him a little with your other hand and he leans down to hear what you're about to say.
"wanna get drinks?" you ask, craving a sweet hard seltzer instead of another pour of vodka.
"you want something?" geto asks you back
"are there any strawberry drinks?" you blink up at him
geto looks like he's thinking for a second, trying to remember the usual drinks his best friend caters, before he nods, "yeah there are. want me to get you one?"
you nod eagerly at him and follow him to kitchen. he had taken a hold of your hand when he noticed you were going to accompany him, he didn't want you to struggle getting through all those people.
he had been bent over to look through a cooler on the floor before he stood up and held out a strawberry daiquiri to you, "here."
"thank you." you nod before you jump and sit on the countertop so you could rest and drink
you notice geto doesn't have a drink in his hand when he leans against the kitchen island in front of you.
"you didn't want a drink?"
geto shakes his head calmly, "gotta drive back."
"oh." you remember his motorcycle from earlier near the garage and strike another question so he doesn't know that you know he has a motorcycle. incredible logic.
"what kinda car do you have?"
"ah, not a car, a motorcycle." he smiles slightly, the answer was humble
"oh~"you drag outβas if it was new information to youβand continue drinking from your bottle.
"you have a ride back home though?" geto asks, crossing his arms over his chest so he could be more comfortable while listening to you.
"uhh," you reach for your phone and see a message from your friend asking if it was okay for her to go to McDonalds with her crush, "well I was going to uber with my friend, but she just had a change of plans."
"I can take you home." he offers genuinely, tilting his head in await for your answer.
"In your motorcycle?!" you blurt out
he starts laughing heartily at your answer and smirks at you when he speaks again, "never been on one?"
"no." you shake your head, a bit intimidated, "what if I fall. im literally naked im gonna get cut up by the road."
geto smiles at you, "that's a fair concern, but I'll give you my helmet and let you borrow my jacket, it's big, it should cover you up a bit no?"
although the alcohol leaves your brain empty, you think it over which involved nothing but staring at him in supposed 'thought' before you nod, "okay."
"can I give you my number? so you can send me your address?" geto asks, shuffling a little bit closer to you
"mhm." you hand your phone to him and watch as he types away into your phone before he hands it back to you. when you stare back at his contact name, suguru geto, it makes a dawn of realization wash over you.
"you don't know my name, rigβ"
"y/n."
you do a double take at how fast he says it and his eyes crease at your reaction.
"what?"
"you get involved in the lectures a lot." he takes note for you
"oh." you sink back into yourself
"do you know mine?"
you shyly respond with a, "yea, you get involved a lot too..."
"good to know." he grins a little, watching as you take the last sip of your drink and gesturing back towards the dancing scene, "wanna go back?"
"yeah." you confirm softly, taking the hand he gives you so you can get off the countertop smoothly. and when your feet touch the ground, you yelp, "ow ow ow ow!"
the hour of pure dancing and jumping around had not been a good rival for your new and tall heels. they were a height you had walked before, but the shoes themselves were new and not worn in, causing a great deal of pain across your entire foot.
geto held you by just below your armpits, the worry he had seeping through in his widened eyes and his leaning over to see if he find out what was wrong with you.
"what's wrong?" he asks quickly
"the heels," you scrunch up your nose in pain and sigh, "they hurt like a bitch now that I got a bit of rest."
you can tell geto feels bad about your pain by the way he grimaces for you and plants you on the countertop again. he suddenly kneels down and begins to work at the clasps of your heels.
"you can borrow my shoes. that sound alright?" he looks up at you from where he's at, already sliding one of the heels from your feet.
you're quick to deny, "but what about you?"
"satoru and I are the same size, I can just ask him for a pair, he has a million."
you give in at his response, embarrassed, "okay."
"you want me to take you home now?" he lightheartedly smiles as he works on the other heel, "I think you can walk in my shoes, but dancing doesn't seem doable."
"well yea." you say dejectedly, a little frown etching itself on your face when he finally comes back up, his lips quirk up a little when he sees it
"wait for me here then." he says, putting your shoes next to you on the countertop before he walks off a little hurriedly to you assume gojo's room.
when geto walks you to his motorcycle, he takes your heels and puts them in the compartment box of it for you, then takes his helmet and immediately puts it on your head.
an 'oomf' leaves your mouth at the sudden weight of it and he looks a little amused as he starts working at the straps of it.
"there you go."
he smirks a little as he looks at the, very large in comparison to you, helmet, and picks up his jacket that he brought back from gojo's room to put on you.
"there we go" he sighs, almost like he's proud of himself and gets on the motorcycle, turning his torso a little to pat behind him for you to get on too.
when you get on and take in the feeling of sitting on a motorcycle for the first time, he's turned around and looking at his phone, pinching and zooming in on the route to your apartment.
"you actually live pretty close to me." he murmurs, noting what roads to take.
"yeah?" you yawn, laying your head on his back
"alright," geto says, starting up his motorcycle, revving it up a bit, "hug me tight okay?"
you nod sleepily and wrap your arms around him, brain so eased by the alcohol in your system that you don't overthink it, as if your sober self wouldn't be screaming and crying on the inside during this exact situation.
geto drives off at a decent pace, some part of you thinking that this might not be the speed he normally drives off and that he was taking it a bit slower just for you. you could feel him breathe in and out all throughout the ride, his chest and stomach were rising and falling underneath your touch. you fell half asleep on him halfway through it, managing to grasp onto him like a child with their stuffed animal, and unable to resist the heaviness of your eyelids.
you blink back to reality at the sudden stop of movement, the stilling air was no longer brushing past your skin and the noise of wheels screeching against the road was gone.
after geto helps you get his helmet off, he hangs it on one of the handles and takes your heels out of the compartment box.
"this is your place right?"
another yawn flutters past your mouth again and you hold out your pointer finger to say yes.
"alright." geto says, watching as you lead the way into and through your apartment and to your place. he had placed a ghost of his hand near your back in case you started to trip up from his shoes considering their size in comparison to your feet. the walk was quiet considering your focus on making it to your door and the overwhelming sleepiness dawning on you.
when you get to your door you slip off geto's shoes and them to him, taking your heels from him in return.
"thank you, geto." you hold try not to yawn again, doe eyes sleepily fluttering at him
"you can call me by my first name." he comments comfortingly, "and no problem. see you in class?"
"yeah." and this time you do yawn, again, before you open your door and walk inside, looking at him while you hold onto the frame.
"alright then." he looks down at you from across the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding onto his shoes, "get some rest okay?"
"okay." you almost murmur, your bed calling out to you.
you get to class at the time you usually do the following class meeting. the weather forecast had been a little chilly, so you opted for a cozy, off the shoulder sweater. it was fashionable and you had been dying to use it the moment you saw the weather forecast the night before.
you're scribbling notes onto your iPad this time, going over lecture notes from your earlier class that day. there were some things you forgot to add and that's what you always used this time for before class started. you see the class start filling in minute by minute out of your peripheral vision as you do this.
your habit of pretending to not care about suguru's presence is still existent, so all you can see for a fleeting second when you look into your backpack for a mint is that he is indeed sitting at his normal spot with gojo.
there was no chance to look at him that day in class, he hadn't spoken, which wasn't really rare, sometimes you wouldn't speak in class either. you, however, did speak in class that day, the module that the professor was teaching that day had piqued your interest a great amount and thus called for a great amount of your interaction with the lesson.
by the end of class, you were setting quick reminders on the notes you had taken of what was the most important before you started packing your bag to leave. the sound of feet and shuffling to leave the class a bit noisy, but it could let you make out the distant loud voice of gojo, probably talking to suguru.
"I have been on my best behavior. I do not know what you mean by that Suguru." "No no no that was a favor, look where it got you." "Oh you are such a wuss."
It was only a little appealing considering the fact that you couldn't hear what suguru was saying and the things that gojo was saying didn't let you get any clues as to what they were talking about. oh well.
you wanted to go home and start studying for a test tomorrow, so you started walking out of class, past suguru and gojo's line of view.
you heard a smack, like one of them had hit the other.
and gojo's voice, "idiot."
you were sitting at your desk, going over the last of your test review when you felt your phone buzz across the desk and picked it up
suguru
hey
y/n
hi
suguru
you wanna take satoru's seat next class?
y/n
he wants to flirt with mika again?
suguru
not rlly lol.
y/n
?????
suguru
I think it'd be cool to switch desk buddies every once in a while ;)
y/n
lmaooo. I won't tell mika if that's what you're scared of
suguru
haha, that's not rlly the case, but just take his seat
y/n
okay?
when you go to class again that same week, you hesitantly take gojo's seat. there was no follow up text from suguru after you said your okay and it was a little off putting. of course it had only been that night and the day after that he hadn't texted again, but it was a little weird, especially for it being the very first text conversation he strikes with you. the only thing that had been exchanged between either of you in your messages had been your address to him from gojo's party.
there were no notes for you to go over, there was no test or important knowledge that you had to use soon in any upcoming classes, so you were left to wait for the class to begin while you aimlessly scrolled through your phone and watched people come into class.
three minutes had passed before suguru and gojo were walking into class together. gojo was rubbing his friend's shoulder rather roughly, a fang filled smile on his face as he said something to him. suguru didn't seem to mind it, like many things, his eyes still had that warmth they always had, but it looked like he had said something back.
gojo playfully shoved suguru forward by the back before he laughed evilly and walked to your original seat, if you were right, you could see his bright blue eyes flick to you for a second behind his glasses before he smiled at the girl he flirted with last week.
you look up at suguru as he finally gets to the seat next to you.
"hey." he sighs with a smile as he plops into the seat.
"hey." you smile only halfway, a little tired from staying up to finish a homework the night before.
"sorry about the cryptic texts." he starts to apologize, moving his chair a little closer to yours, "satoru took my phone."
ah. that's why it seemed so out of character
"it's fine." you reassure, "they were a little off putting to read."
suguru scratches at the back of his neck, "I'm sorry about that. I meant to text after but I felt awkward."
"really? about?"
for the first time, you see him stumble on what to say, hesitance obvious when he opens and closes his mouth for a painfully slow second before he manages to respond, "to see if you were coming to the party on actual Halloween night this weekend."
"oh." your mouth opens in a little oh, oblivious to what he really wanted to say, "I'm not too sure. my friend that I went to the party with is spending it with that same guy she left with. so I don't have anyone to go with. plus I already used my costume."
"what's wrong with using the playboy bunny costume again?"
you eye him, disappointed, and lean over to flick his forehead, "i...am not an outfit repeater, suguru. the people who saw me at last week's party are going to remember me and say 'she's using the same costume again, what a loser'"
he gazes back at you as if you pat his head instead of just flicking it, warmth and a hint of mischief seeping into his stare, "you're right, you did catch a lot of attention."
"what?"
suguru leans back in his seat and answers, "you looked beautiful. it was hard to ignore."
"for who?"
"for me and every guy with eyes at the party."
he seems calm and confident when he says it, but his cheeks and ears start to get a slight pinkish hue as he awaits your response.
you try to keep looking at him, fighting the need to look away and wait for the professor to start class, your flustered face saying all too well what you're feeling, "what am I supposed to say to that?"
"you don't have to." suguru moves forward, positions his feet to face you as well as his face, and puts his elbow on the table, slanting his body onto it a little, "The president of gojo's frat asked for your name. He really liked you."
"Zenin?!"
"You like him?" he asks, with the tone of a guy who would try to set you up with the president if you said yes.
you shake your head, gaze looking down in embarrassment, "no no. it just caught me off guard..."
"if you like Toji it's fine," he tries to lower his head so he could catch your eye again, speaking earnestly yet something about it sounds like it's fake, it's weird, "he's like a dog, treat him well and he's loyal. although he can be brutally possessive, probably the type to leave hickeys on your legs if you're going to be with him and wear a costume like the one from the party."
"no, I don't like him. he's not my type." you answer meekly, having felt a bit of pressure from his boasts of the frat president.
"no?"
"no."
and before he can continue with his intense conversation again, you're saved by your professor, dramatically entering the class and bellowing for all of you to pay attention to him.
when your class ends, you try and succeed at scampering away from suguru before he can get a word out. as if she possessed magical powers, your friend called you the moment your professor ended the lesson. within the millisecond her name popped up on your phone, you grabbed at your phone at put it to your ear.
"hello?"
"hey hey! I have a question!"
you pay no mind to suguru as you haul your backpack over your shoulders and begin to walk out of class.
"what's up?"
"do you want the extra halloween costume I bought? levi is taking me to dinner on halloween for our date and I won't get to use it."
"the fembot costume?!"
you can almost makeout the banter between suguru and gojo a way's away behind you as you walk down the concrete steps of the building.
"yeah! you can go to gojo's party in it!" she beams, before her voice gains a bit of malice, "you can dance with motorcycle guy again~"
"go there by myself?" you groan, almost wanting to stomp your feet on the pavement beneath you
"lots of girls go by themselves to parties!"
"well I've never done that." you grumble
"aw come on. use the costume and go for me. pretty pleaseeeee."
"I'm going to give you a reason to be scared on halloween if this goes south for me. got it?"
it's cold when you get to gojo's party and you're beyond psyched out of your mind. from the unbelievably slutty costume that let everyone see your naked body in panties due to sheer babydoll material and the fear of coming across a very handsome suguru or toji zenin, who as handsome as he was might be able to seduce you, but you didn't want him like you did suguru.
you're more conscious of the stares now, due to suguru's previous comment and the fact that this costume was way more revealing.
on instinct you rush to the kitchen and get a strawberry daiquiri like the one suguru got for you exactly a week ago. you didn't want to get drunk tonight considering you came by yourself, so reaching for the strawberry vodka again was not within your list of options.
your eyes were on high alert as you pushed yourself through the countless bodies dancing, trying to remain unseen.
it doesn't give you cause to hide for some reason, considering he's suguru's friend, but you see satoru strut to the kitchen in a slutty firefighter costume. he was wearing the pants and boots, and nothing on top but a set of suspenders. classic.
however, you do a double take when you suguru geto wearing that same exact costume. you swear you feel your eye twitch in frustration when your eyes see his hair finally down, splayed across his back and chest, and get a peek of a tattoo tracing his spinal structure, bone for bone, going all the way up his back until it gets interrupted by his hair. his arms are practically calling to you when he fist bumps a toji zenin wearing a prisoner costume, they flex and bulge at the action. his abs are all perfectly prominent andβ
he just made eye contact with you.
you hadn't gojo walk up to him and whisper something into his ear, probably that you were here.
fuck you satoru gojo.
suguru smiles immediately and turns to walk to you, leaving you to stay in place and not run away from him.
"you bought another costume?"
"no," you feel your chest heave at the sight of him, breath getting caught in your throat with his very shirtless self right in front of you. it makes you look off to a girl dancing behind him when you continue, "my friend gave me hers because she didn't end up dressing up."
"you want me to bring zenin?" he points a thumb behind him, towards the kitchen, face the definition of calm and suave.
you glare at him this time and take a sip of your daiquiri
"what? feeling shy?" he smiles down at you, if he weren't such a peaceful seeming person, you would have said it was condescending
"I'm not into zenin." a tinge of irritation already seeping into your voice.
"you sure?" he moves closer to you, your face right smack in front of his chest.
"yes." you jut your chin at him, done with his shenanigans
his lips twitch a little when he tugs your strawberry daiquiri out of your hands, grabs you by the neck, thumb close to your chin, and says, "open your mouth." he immediately starts to chug from your daiquiri and the thought of realization dawns on you of what he was about to do.
you open your mouth and he pushes his body closer to yours as he spits the drink into your mouth, his eyes solely on yours as he does it besides for when he briefly looks at something or someone behind you rather haughtily. he's still holding you and intently watching when you swallow it down immediately. that familiar happy crease of his eyes sketched itself across his face after.
you're heaving a little, star struck by the action the both of you just committed, "what was that suguru?"
"scaring off zenin. you don't want him right?"
his eyelids flutter a bit, something yours did whenever they were sleepy and it makes you search into his eyes more. your curiosity dying when you see the sudden red veins clouding the whites of his eyes. and you push him off.
"are you kidding me? you're high?"
"and drunk." he smiles, not minding your pushing him off and still inserting himself into your personal space again.
you try to speak and can't, solely out of irritation at the fact that he did that because of his intoxicated state. you bite your lip to stop yourself from overreacting and settle for shaking your head.
"you don't like guys who smoke?" he asks, genuine concern laced with his stupid crossed persona at the moment, "I tend to never smoke, but satoru passed me his joint when I was already at the 'whatever happens' point of a tequila bottle ."
"I really don't care about that in a guy, as long as he's not a musty constant weed user that can never cope with his life." you roll your eyes at him slightly, "but you just spit alcohol into my mouth because you're crossed as fuck."
"no." he scoffs, now entirely entranced in his conversation with you.
"yes."
"I spit alcohol into your mouth so zenin wouldn't come up to you."
the response makes you cross your arms over each other, "a simple 'hey she's not into you like that' would have sufficed."
"where's the fun in that?" its a serious question for him, you can tell by the way he patiently waits for your answer
irked, you look up at the ceiling while biting your cheek, trying to gather yourself again before you say, "sober up geto." and turning to walk away.
you made it your mission to stay hidden the entire party, having entered the deal with your best friend that if the night turned sour for you, she would come with her boy whatever to pick you up in his car
after their date.
which wasn't going to end until an hour or two.
the garage had stayed open to the enormous frat house, although there weren't any people in it. people had respected the space, leaving the miscellaneous in it untouched such as the two cars and...suguru's bike.
you eyed it from the rather comfy bean bag in the darkest corner of the garage, feeling a fight or flight instinct at the mere glimpse of it whenever you looked up from your phone.
it had been almost two hours since you last suguru and you were striving to keep the streak going on longer.
"told you I'm going home satoru." a wary and very sobered up voice says when they open the door to the garage, "I drank enough water, I'm sober."
it's suguru.
there is no stagger in his step and his posture is refined as he walks to lean again the trunk of the car furthest from you and closest to his bike. you remain hidden due to the cars covering you from his line of sight as well as the sheer darkness of the corner.
he's wearing a shirt now, another black one, and he rakes his hands across face when he gives a defeated sigh. you hoped he wouldn't notice you.
this was your Friday the 13th movie for sure.
suguru pulls outs his phone from one of the spacious pockets of his fireman pants and he starts to type away immediately. there's a slight buzz from your phone seconds within the action.
suguru
are you still here?
I'm sobered up now.
he shoves his phone back in his pocket after. and you watch as he stays where he is, crossing his arms across his chest while he waits a good five minutes for you to respond, which you don't do. he gets his phone out again after and taps something randomly before he puts his phone up to his ear.
buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz
the strong buzzing of your phone on your thigh make a ricochet that gets's fine tuned ears pick up quickly.
"y/n?" he's shining his phone's flashlight on you, squinting his eyes just a little to try and make you out.
nervous, you mutter, "what."
suguru turns the light off and sighs, walking to your corner, his eyes already getting adjusted to the darkness.
"why didn't you answer me?"
"do you really not know the answer?"
"you're right." he sinks down in front of you, sitting down on the floor and brushing a stressed hand through his hair. his legs are stretched out and basically manspread even though he's not on a chair.
"satoru didn't text you to switch seats with him because he wanted to flirt with mika" he comes forth, both of his hands laying across his knees.
you're confused, "butβ"
"it was a wild attempt of his to help me talk to you again." and he laughs, a burst of energy randomly gracing the intense air. suguru raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck while his chest and stomach ricochet and his teeth peek out from his mouth.
"truth is, I really like you." he's still smiling.
the declaration makes you stare blankly at him and a million goosebumps rise across your entire body.
"if you don't feel the same in that regard it's fine of course." he reassures, back to his normal calm self, "I just thought it would help explain my behavior."
"since when?" you peep
"our first class meeting," suguru seems a little bashful at the confession
"I have for a couple of weeks now too." you meekly profess
suguru seems genuinely surprised, his eyes widening, "you have?"
"why do you sound so surprised?" your brows knit.
"it felt like you didn't know I existed until last week." he grins followed by a small huff of humor
"oh...that," you trail off, embarrassed, "I thought pretending you didn't exist was the best way for you to not know I had a thing for you..."
"satoru is far smarter than me in that aspect." he says, "he insisted that you were doing that when I told him."
you giggle a little, "he read me like a book."
suguru hangs his head for a second and groans, still joyful, before he whips his head up and gazes at you, "I apologize for having never gathered the courage to approach you before. I have Satoru to thank for even getting me here with you in the first place."
"it's fine." you shrug, pulling at your own fingers, "we're here now aren't we?"
"we are." he agrees before leaning over. suguru grabs one of your hands and brings it to his lips, placing a soft kiss onto it while his eyes never leave your own.
"want to go back to the party?" you muster past your nerves, focus solely on the warmth of his hand still holding onto yours.
suguru shakes his head lightly, "I'm enjoying it being just the two of us right now. do you want to?"
"no, I like it here too."
theres a moment of silence, where both of you stare at the hands that the both of you have connected until a strong breeze passes and flutters the thin material of your babydoll up and makes you shiver strongly.
"let me." suguru says as he hastily gets up and gets his leather jacket that's hanging from his motorcycle, then brings it back to you, helping you tuck your arms into the sleeves and get comfortable in it.
he's above you when he does it and you can see the small glances he tries to avoid giving your body, especially at the sparkly pink thong peeking through the see through material of your costume. suguru is making sure his jacket is on your properly when you call out to him suddenly.
"suguru."
he doesn't get the chance to respond when he looks back up at you and you pull him in by the material of his shirt to kiss him.
he reciprocates within seconds, after the surprise wears off and places a hand on your thigh, the other next to your head and grabbing at the beanbag. his lips are soft and have no remnants of alcohol on them, a smooth flavor of his skin and flesh meeting your tastebuds when he dips his tongue into your mouth. it elicits a groan from him when you whimper at the contact.
he pushes as much as he can into your space without falling and you follow suit, trying to lift yourself as much as possible off the beanbag to meet him.
a particular whimper has suguru pulling away from you and pulling you up by the arm so he can maneuver you to sit on the trunk of the car next to you. when he plops you down onto it, he slots his torso between your thighs and pulls you for an even deeper kiss. his hands have a strong grip on your thighs as he keeps you against him and you can feel the distinctly large throbbing of something against your panties through his pants.
"areβmmmmβyou hard?" you ask through kisses
suguru can't help the grind of his bulge against your core when he answers and keeps kissing you, giving small nips to your lips, "yes."
your eyes are closed into the kiss when your hands navigate to the waistband of his pants, about to reach forβ
"not here." suguru mutters and keeps both of your wrists clamped under one of his large hands.
you pull yourself away from his lips and heave, a pout of sexual frustration illustrated on your eyes and lips. "okay."
he raises a hand to caress your cheek as he smiles fondly, "what?"
"nothing."you look away for a quick second, leaning in to kiss him again after.
suguru stops you before you do though, clamping one of his hands against your mouth while the other holds the back of your head.
he's smiling even wider this time, "now what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you touch me before I get to touch you?"
you slouch in his hold, too upset by the fact that you couldn't touch him or go back to kissing him to care about his words.
"you know, even satoru couldn't keep his eyes off of you in this little costume of yours." he looks down for a second so you could too, "god knows what toji was thinking. I saw the tent in his pants when you took my spit and booze like a good girl."
suguru sees the way you shift your hips for a smidge of relief at his words. "are you my good girl?" he leans his forehead across yours, hand still on your mouth. you try your best to let out a muffled 'mhm' and incessantly nod your head, eyes pleading and hands gripping onto his shirt.
"are you going to answer the phone when I text you next time?"
you give him the same answer again.
"god." he warily eyes you, gaze wandering towards the outline of your breasts and the rest that wasn't covered by your thong, "you're so beautiful."
the hand at the back of your neck trails down and moves some hair away from your shoulder, then ends up holding you by your lower back as suguru leans down and starts to mouth at your neck. he starts off small with his intentions, simply placing soft and subtle kisses, eliciting a ticklish response from you until his lips become searing and he goes in with the intent of leaving hickeys on you, it makes you squirm and suguru lets you, it's not like you can break away from his touch anyway. you use your legs to keep him caged in and closer to you eventually after the third 'pop' you heard coming from his mouth on your skin, it makes him audibly laugh for a second too.
you tug at the hand on your mouth, expecting for the task to be hard considering his build, but suguru lets his hand fall away easily and hold onto your thigh.
"what are you thinking pretty?" he asks mindlessly before going for the opposite side of your neck
"mmmmβabout how goodβmmβthis feels."
"yeah?"
"mhm"
"tell me what you want to do. do you want me to drop you off at your place after this?" he blows on your most recent hickey and smirks when he sees you jump a little, "do you want me to get you food?"
"I wantβah!" suguru bites into your neck fairly hard, enough to make you moan and yelp at the same time, "I want to spend the rest of the night with you at my place. can we watch a scary movie?" the suggestion is simple and it isn't to hook up with him, although that's what you want more than ever now, but you don't want him to think you're that desperate so its what you settle for.
"couldn't imagine a better halloween than that." he smiles
you're under suguru, on your bed later that night, the movie you had been watching was long forgotten and the t.v. was turned off the second things started to get out of hand. it wasn't his fault no, suguru's a gentleman and when you said you just wanted to watch a movie, he was just going to watch the movie with you. you were the instigator. after you had been cuddled into his arms, near his neck, you decided to place a few loving kisses...that eventually turned into what this was with suguru getting up to take off and throw away his shirt while you hastily yanked off the long gloves of your costume.
he was needy, grinding his hips into yours the moment he came back down to kiss you.
"you have no idea how fucking bad I've been wanting you." he mutters, hissing when a particular rub pleases him the right way
it makes your back arch, "I think I do suguru."
"really?" he groans into your mouth, "you touch yourself to me like I do for you?"
"yeah." you sigh, clinging onto him even more, splaying your hand across the soft skin of his back.
"move your panties to the side."
when he feels your hand move down and follow his directions, suguru moves his down too and slides a finger across your soaked folds.
"fuck, this pussy is so wet for me. were you even trying to pay attention to the movie?"
"yes, I was." you complain, and whimper when he starts rubbing circles across your lower lips, gathering your slick for added stimulation after every rub.
he separates himself from kissing you to look down at his ministrations, mouth opening in a soundless moan at the sight.
"listen to this sloppy fucking pussy." he rubs faster and you start to jerk your hips up by natural defiance at the stimulation, but he holds you down "no, let me touch you baby." he says sternly
your breathing starts to pick up and you feel that familiar knot that only you can give yourself starting to build up in your stomach and suguru notices, looking up to smile at you.
"are you close angel?"
concentrated on the feeling, all you can do is nod your head and he speeds up his pace at it, garnering close to wanton moans from you and screech like whines.
"come on come on, cum for me pretty girl, cum cum cum cumβfuck, atta girl." suguru talks you through it, mouth opening in awe at the sight of your body going limp and your breathing slowing down, his cock even twitches at how cute it is that your legs kick a little when you cum too, he thinks he'll be able to keep them still when he gets make you cum on his cock.
you start to hiss at the overstimulation when he keeps rubbing your clit after your high, "'s too much suguru."
he doesn't stop, "you want to stop now then?"
the shake of your head makes his eyes light up and bite his lip with a grin, "then just let me keep going."
it takes all of your strength to lean up with one of your elbows and grab his wrist with the other, obvious strain written across your features when you huff, "I want you inside me."
like he knew that was what you wanted, suguru's grin grows wider, "are you sure?"
you nod your head in confirmation, followed by suguru saying, "so cute." before he gets up and pushes his pants and boxers down in one swift motion and climbs on top of you, manhandling your legs by pinning them to either side of your head into a mating press.
he lets his cock teasingly rub up and down your folds while he leans down to nip at your ears, "let's leave your little costume on yeah?"
you nod and make a face when his tip catches on your entrance
suguru lifts his hips at your confirmation and pushes his tip in, savoring the way you're beginning to invite him inside you.
" 's so big sugu." you whimper in shock at the larger than expected intrusion
"never taken a cock this big?" he pulls out and pushes in again a little deeper
"no." you rake your hands down his arms
suguru laughs, "good thing I'm here to provide then right? see, look at you creaming around me already."
the words make you look down at where you both meet and when he pulls out again, you can see the ring and slick on his dick, it makes you shiver.
"I'llβmakeβthisβlittle-fuckingβpussy-takeβme." he punctuates each and every one of his words with a thrust that pushes himself deeper and deeper inside you until you can fully feel his tip grazing your cervix and every vein on his dick ridging against your walls from how girthy he is.
every sound that comes out of your mouth after is incoherent when suguru starts to punishingly pummel into you and god does he keep talking to you.
"you look so pretty taking this dick baby. god, you sound even cuter than I imagined. you like getting stretched out like this? fuck, take it take it take it. wish I could make you sit on it, you'd look so cute trying to ride me."
it's all so much, especially when every thrust is accompanied by a moan or groan of his or with a sentence.
"couldn't fucking wait to get home after the party last week too. wanted to rip off that costume and fuck you till you couldn't even scream. and when you wear those skirts with pantyhose to class?" suguru groans, "allβIβcanβthinkβaboutβisβbendingβyouβoverβandβstuffingβthisβpussyβwithβmyβcum."
"suguru!" you squeal, "imβI'm gonna cum!"
suguru tightens his hold on your thighs at the admission and starts jackhammering into you, "cum around me baby. let me fuck you through it." it almost sounds like he's starting to beg, "just cum for me, cum for me, cumβ"
a silent scream leaves your mouth and you trash in suguru's hold while he keeps his furious pace.
"so pretty, angel." his eyebrows knit as he watches you orgasm and feels you clamp down on him. it has his peak lurching across his body and his thrusts grow erratic as he starts spurting his cum into you.
he leans down to kiss you as his cock twitches inside of you, leaking his cum into you each time.
at the end of the kiss, the both of you are heaving against each other, smiles on both of your faces until you erupt into laughter and giggles.
suguru is still inside you and places a loving kiss on your forehead, swiping away your sweaty baby hair, "you're cute when you cum. you kick your legs a little, I like it."
the confession has you trying to shy away and suguru laughs again, caressing your head, "why are you shying away? you wore this costume for everyone to see just a couple hours ago."
"well this is you telling me you think the way I cum is cute, its quite different than guys looking at my thong." you shakily grab onto his shoulders
"I suppose so." suguru nuzzles into your neck, "do you have a bath?"
"yeah."
"let me start one for us then." he pulls out and both of you look down at your lonely entrance until his cum starts to leak out. suguru seems entranced and you can see his cheeks start to gain a red hue accompanied by the blood starting to rush to his cock too.
suguru looks back at you the moment you do too. you reach a hand out to him and he crawls back on top of you.
"we can do that later right?"
"right."
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it started with slow, soft pecks on the lips. a pause in-between kisses. looking at each other's like it changed throughout the day but it doesn't, only gets swollen.
the comfort of safety within the solitude of your body. geto isn't used enough with the feel of your flesh, the taste of your lips in his and yet it's becoming the intimacy he deeply craves for.
the first kiss is the greeting, saying i'm here. lips touching for a brief moment and just staring at each other's eyes. that way geto clearly see the misty gaze in your eyes. so true and sincere. that it's your way of saying i'm here for you. always.
the second it turns to be desperate. his hands creeping under you shirt. squeezing the supple flesh there. stay, be with me. in the dimly lit room where only the wind blows and moon shining through the windows and the chirps of crickets outside, there is nothing but the sighs and the groans filling up the room.
geto swallows it all. the whines coming from your mouth when his hands wanders to the most sensitive spots in your body. trembling under his touch that leaves him wanting for more and as a man who builds endurance for escaping temptations, he gives in. a slave for your being.
there's nothing left but the taste of your lips in his mouth, your tongue swirling in his. teeth almost gnashing and sucking each other's faces. it's better he thinks. it's the best.
geto suguru had almost forgotten what's the taste of something that is not a curse. strong he is but it doesn't prepare him for the life-long prison of tasting and swallowing all the disgusting curses that falls in his hands. it tasted vile. even cigarettes is losing it's purpose. cigarettes taste like earth and it's bitterness doesn't compare to the foul taste of curses he needed to consume.
then in the first time, he have you. geto thinks he's all that slick in wooing you and coaxing you when it all needs is the warmth and the comfort of your lips. first kiss with you is like the first time tasting honey. the sweetness of it lingers in his lips. for the first time, geto had tasted something different and it's not the bitter taste of the cigarettes he had smoked nor the wretched taste of a curse flowing in his throat.
his large hands holds your round face in between. he can still see the spit moistening in the corners of your mouth. eyes half-lidded, almost getting in the pre-drunk state but still sober. he should be like this when you're scent and taste is all he could consume without guilt and the pleasure of it. his thumb caressing your cheeks. fuller cheeks that he always kiss in the end of everything. a pant coming in your pretty mouth. he still admires you until this day like you were the most beautiful person in the whole world, in his eyes, you are.
his purple eyes search for something in you but only he can see in the roundness of your iris is the reflection of his self. a man who is sick of his duty but still holds on. a man whose strong but can be weak too. a man whose bare in the eyes of the woman he's vulnerable with and geto presses his forehead to yours.
"don't leave me." he says, his stray hair falls into your cheek. a selfish request it is and your hands would hold his. your softer hands, holding the skin in the top of his hands. pressing a kiss to his lips, you replied.
"never."
geto smiles and that's enough. more than what he asked for you and that's all he ever wanted to hear from you. i love you's are overrated but still he whispers it to you.
geto only need you. your soul, body and your lips to kiss him through the bad times and the good times.
only you could stay with him, in this mad, mad, mad world.
In Another Universe...
Pairing: Toji x Reader
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Implied death (?)
NOTE: I just really like written letters. AND I miss Toji.
"My love for him could cross the harsh waters of the oceans and still arrive undamaged."
Once there was a man sitting by the ocean, his hair moving with the wind. His eyes focused on the vast body of water in front of him. The horizon gave him a loving look as it bade him goodbye. Albeit fading with each second that passes, it let him feel the warmth of her touch like how the smoke dances for the eyes as it dissipates into thin air.Β
There was a chime-like sound beside his feet, as the tightly sealed bottle repeatedly tapped on the rocks. Calling out to him, like how a siren melodically serenades her prey before pulling them into the abyss. Like a hand grabbing his, begging to be saved before the cruel waters pulls it and drown it again.Β
His eyes were glued to the rolled paper insideβbrownish and marked with inkβobviously bearing a message to be found.Β
He quickly grabbed the bottle, wiped the moisture with his shirt, and gave his all to open the lid. It was almost like its content was calling out to him. The amount of strength he gave in pulling the bottle's seal was nothing compared to how much air it took out of his lungs as he read the letter of a lover to a former one.Β
My dearest,
There has not been a single day where you do not cross my mind. How much time has passed since I last saw you? I hope you're living a better life now. How's your love, my love? I hope she keeps you warm every night and loves you each day.Β
Only if you knew, there's nothing I wouldn't give just to be in her place even for a day.
But to be someone you loved, I have experienced it all already. And although it didn't last here with you, it still does in my memory. There's no way I'd forget how I was given the chance to feel all of youβyour touch, the beat of your heart, the heat radiating from your soul.Β
And even if you didn't feel that same way with mine, I assure you, my love for you has never changed nor faltered. Not even one once, not even a bit.Β
How I long to be the person who brings out the best in you. Just like how she did and probably how she still does. Surrendering you was the hardest decision I had ever made but I learned from my father that we must learn to submit all things that don't belong to us. I was thinking that maybe even though I had you all those years, you were not meant to be mine. Maybe I wasn't deserving of you, my love, but the Gods are witnesses to how hard I tried.Β
When you chose her over me, I already knew that I had to surrender. When you rejected my embrace, I suffered my first death.
And maybe you were hers all along. And I just happened to pick you up when you were drifting in the seas. I just happened to be a ship but you had found the way to your beloved homeland. And dear, my soul ached as I prayed every night that you'd change your mind and decide to sail in these harsh seas with me again. Turns out, I was only meant to deliver you to the place where you want to be.
As days went by, I learned that nothing else matters but your happiness. And as long as you're happy, I'll be okay. Even as I lay here in this cold bed, praying that my wounds get to heal and my scars get to fade before I watch my final sunset, I'll be okay. Because I know that you're spending your every day in love.Β
I spent all my days loving you too, please know that. I know that you'd love her greater than you did love me, and that's okay. We're meant to feel more for the people who gave us more. But darling, even if I couldn't give you much, know that I loved you with all that I got, with all that I am.Β
I pray that when I reach my point of delirium, my hallucinations would be you bursting through the door, asking me to run away with you. Then, I'd be happy to go. And if not, then that's okay. Leaving this world knowing that you are living your life without heartache is enough.Β
So, be happy, okay? Build her the world, take her to space. Make her your universe, honey. And I'll make you my song. I'll close my eyes to you. I'll gladly let my memories of you lull me to eternal sleep.
My heart will yearn for you forever, even as it stops beating and turns to dust. The remaining half of my soul will ache for you even as it wanders these freezing lands.Β
When I go, I pray that I end up in another universe where you also exist, and maybe there, you'll let me run into your arms again.Β
Letβs meet again someday, my love.Β
Eternally yours,
Y/N
There was a moment of silence as the letter came to a close. Only then had the man realize that a familiar voice in his head was reading it for him. It wasnβt just a letter he found. It was a heart, longing for someone who went away. It was a heart, tearing itself apart just so the words could flow out of itβwords that will never ever be spoken.Β
Letting the tears stream down his face, the man turned the paper to check the backside. There was a note, for himβthe reader who got the drifting bottle.
To the person who will get this, please keep the letter safe. Perhaps, you can also let the ocean protect it again if you want. Let it drift in the bottle to its ends but I beg of you not to destroy it or throw it away, for it is the only forever that I can get with the love of my life.Β
Was this the woman he refused to give another chance to years ago?Β
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βοΈγ»reiner and connie cuddling you to sleep βΈβΈγ»
reiner
he doesn't care if he's the big or little spoon as long as he gets to be close to you. he's more likely to be the big spoon when he's feeling confident but when he's tired, please just hold him. when you hold him he does this little thing where he rubs his head against your neck like a animal marking his territory. he doesn't like talking much when he's cuddling you at night but he's gonna flick your nose and pinch your cheeks. also he says stuff like "oh you're cold. is my fat not enough for you?" as a joke.
connie
i swear to god, be aware or this boy will choke you to death. he's the big spoon for sure and he loves to cuddle you sideways but put his face on top of yours. it's a weird position but he just has to hear you breathing. he also gets to kiss your cheek goodnight. i feel like connie absolutely loves cheek kisses, he's just gonna kiss your cheeks over and over until you're giggling and begging him to stop. he also loves calling you "my beautiful girl" when he says goodnight.
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