In sickness and in health, Geto Suguru has promised, while tying your lives together. And thus, when death looms over his dearest wife, he's ready to trick it.
˖᯽ ݁˖ pairings: ꒰ Geto Suguru x Reader ꒱
˖᯽ ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ Inspired by the "Hamnet" movie :: set in 17th century :: marriage :: fluff : HEAVY angst :: devotion :: sacrifice :: character's death :: family :: domestic life ꒱
˖᯽ ݁˖ words: 3k
˖᯽ ݁˖ notes: based on that one scene from "Hamnet"... forgive me! I do recommend reading it while listening to this song.
Suguru Geto has long forgotten the times when he didn't love you.
As he loved you always.
In the morning and afternoon. Springs, summers, and autumns, when the leaves turned yellow and clung to the cold windows of your cottage.
In the restless winter night, with your body close nuzzled into his, the biting wind seeping through the loose window shells.
He has loved you ever since you poured cold water on his yearning face one summer morning while he waited beneath your cottage. Dressed in his best creamy shirt, holding a bouquet of wildflowers tightly in his hand, with long hair flowing down his straight back.
A poet from a nearby village, seeing you every single day.
Seeing, as if solely from afar, inaccessible, rather wickedly beseeching, as he couldn't even truly touch you. Or talk to you, cherish the flowery scent carried on your skin.
He was neither rich nor poor, yet his heart was swollen with wickedness, cherishing a tenderness that seeped through his marrow. A feeling of the most cursed towards the only woman who hated him dearly.
A teacher, a witch, who'd rather spend her days schooling young birdies in magic and the tricks of nature than seek a husband!
A disgrace, truly, yet what could her poor folks do, since she didn't wish to marry any handsome gentleman from their village? How could they force their dearest daughter to marry any commoner, when none of them was worthy of her beauty?
And yet, Suguru Geto offered himself.
But for a reason that truly baffled everyone, you seemed to detest him. Cursing and turning your back on his kind of flirt whenever he tried to talk to you. Again and again, every single day, only to be met with a bucket of cold water you poured on him from your window or a dirty sponge you shot at him through the door of your classroom.
The kids giggled, seeing their beautiful teacher utterly furious at the handsome poet, who seemed bewitched by the gentle wrinkle that bent her forehead. But the way her eyes rolled and shot daggers as he waited and waited under her classroom, trying to take a single glance at the softness that bent her lips.
"He's just a silly poet. How could I ever take him seriously?" you muttered once during a conversation with your mother.
She glanced out the window of your cottage, seeing his dark locks glisten beneath the sizzling burns of the afternoon sun.
"But his heart seems kind." Her eyes turned back to look at your sweet yet tired face. "You deserve kindness."
"Kindness won't feed us," you muttered quietly, as you raised your gaze for a second.
Only to steal a glimpse of a man who didn't wish to leave you alone. Of his lavender eyes staring somewhere above the rolling hills of your village, fingers idling with a tall glass, bowing beneath the gentle, warm wind. His long hair, tied in a small bun at the top, shining like silk, as if threaded from the richest fabrics you've only read of in tales.
He's been haunting you for weeks now.
From the moment your paths crossed in the village next door, where you walked through the stalls and he sat leisurely in the local tavern, with papers and inks filling his bag. With lavender eyes that somehow caught your gaze, soft, with laughter from the past still twinkling behind your irises, before you quickly turned away.
He'd never packed up quicker, stuffing his bag without a care for his rather expensive things, before leaving the tavern in a hurry. To catch the last glimpse of an angel whose eyes had kissed his cheeks, before she would disappear forever.
He followed you all the way back to your village, eyeing the little footprints your feet left on the sand, the flowery scent clinging to your body and swirling in the air. As if showing him the way to the woman who seemed to bewitch his mind, body and soul with nothing but a single look into the poet's eyes.
And as he arrived beneath your cottage, a muffled, rather angry scoff escaped your lips. Seeing a strange man who seemed to walk behind you, in silence and holding his breath, all this time.
"What are you doing here?" Your brows furrowed, wild hair sticking softly to the warm cheeks. "How dare you follow me like a madman?"
But Suguru… Suguru couldn't even catch his breath.
Oh, how damned he already was, upon sensing his heart fall into the agonising clutches of a feeling so wicked!
"I–" The words could barely slip past his tightened throat. Almond-shaped eyes, oogling your face, twisted in wrath yet still looking utterly lovely. "I just thought you were beautiful."
You scoffed again, forcing another squeeze of his heart. "Leave. We're done here."
His fists clenched as he saw your body already turning towards the cottage. "Wait! Can you… do you wish to go out with me?"
Looking over your shoulder, you eyed his figure. Fingers painted black, a white shirt clinging neatly to his well-built back. Black trousers, rather simple, threaded here and there as if he had seen thread and needle too many times.
A poet.
A man of heavy words yet light pouch.
Someone you shouldn't even look at, even if you were an outcast yourself.
A witch, a weird lady who spent too much time in the woods, talking to trees, grasses, and animals, while teaching apothecary to local children.
Someone whom normal men avoided crossing paths with, as if in fear of even associating with a woman of your sort.
Utterly beautiful, yet of a wicked cheek.
"No," wasn't enough to force him away.
As it seemed, Suguru Geto was foolish enough to even beg and wait for a single glimpse of the softness that beamed from your eyes in the early mornings, just before your gaze caught his figure lingering beneath your windows.
He visited you every day, following you from sunrise until moonlight spilt its kisses on your lovely face. He sat beneath the window of your little classroom, a small house built on a hill, and scribbled his own poems. With a little ink he had brought from home, his forehead beading with sweat as he listened to your classes.
To the lovely voice that carried through the lush plains of the rolling hills, seeping into the creeks that ran past the scattered huts. The peaceful, almost idyllic view stretched before his eyes each day, yet he still seemed utterly lost in the softness of your hands on his skin.
After long weeks of tiresome begging, you've finally agreed.
Catching him once again asleep in the tall grasses by your classroom, a golden spill of sunshine casting a peaceful look on his handsome face.
And so, carried by an unknown, wicked feeling, you squatted next to him, with the edges of your dress brushing his body and your fingers reaching to push away a single raven lock stuck to his forehead.
Lavender eyes slowly opened, as if doubting whether the petal touch was real or just a projection of his lovestruck mind.
"I agree," you said, a soft sigh pushed past your lips. "One meeting."
He nodded, quickly, eagerly, already rising to his feet. "Just one."
"And if I still dislike you, that shall be it."
He didn't nod this time, and so you pinched his cheek gently. "Say it."
He chuckled, nuzzling into your softness. "And if you do not like me, I shall leave you alone."
Yet, as it soon would turn out – hating him was rather impossible.
After a year, you already gave birth to your first child.
Oh well, a woman in love can be quite wicked, but a man? Dear heavens. As soon as you agreed to his pleading to become his wife, Suguru Geto didn't hesitate to ensnare you with his deceitful feelings.
And you, utterly captivated by a foolish poet who sang of his beloved's sweetest smiles, couldn't deny the burning fire deep within you. The sensation of his skin against yours in the most intimate manner stirred your desire. To cherish him and be cherished in whispers, touches, and moans that escaped your lips as you hid atop your cottage roof while your parents were absent.
When he promised you forever, during the wedding vows, you knew he meant it.
Suguru Geto's life began only after meeting you. Everything that happened during the past twenty-five years of his life seemed to be nothing but a bleak, barren nothingness that filled his wretched soul.
Soon after the wedding, you moved to another cottage. Small and lovely, where your first child was born. A girl with the sweetest cheeks and rich, lavender eyes that mirrored the kindness your husband had shown.
His precious little daughter.
"And my precious, beautiful wife," he always added, while kissing both of your foreheads. "The lights of my life."
You would giggle before wrapping your arms around his back and drawing him into a longer kiss. You stood in the middle of your little, simple cottage, with candles scattered across the shelves and his ink-stained fingers smudged on your cheeks.
"Aren't you a flirt?" A sweet laugh spilt from his throat as he stole another kiss.
And another, another, another, which forced you to tumble onto the soft bed. The fog clung to the windows; the candles' warmth cast shadows over his handsome cheeks, hair spilling over his shoulders.
Your breath hitched as his lips wrapped around the sensitive point beneath your neck.
"You play a dangerous game," fell quietly, and he chuckled.
"And why is that, my dearest wife?"
His lavender eyes met yours. Love and fondness merged as he brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen over your forehead.
"Because I may ask you for another baby."
He raised his eyebrows before curving them into a soft scowl. "You don't have to ask me twice for anything, my love. And especially for this particular thing."
And so, oh well.
Another year had passed, and you gave birth once again.
This time, to the sweetest boy, with the cheekiness of yours bubbling in his eyes and a big heart always yearning for his mother.
The life you had was almost idyllic, as if brought straight from one of the tales you always read to your kids. A life of profound serenity, filled with overwhelming love that spilt past your husband's fingers.
He seemed to carry your whole family, and even though he soon started travelling a lot – for he wished to chase his playwright dreams – there was never a time when you felt anything but taken care of.
Suguru wished it stayed that way.
A picture of you, humming the loveliest melody to your two children, strolling through the long plains of wildflowers as the sun kissed your cheeks. The picture that seemed to be stuck in his mind, the one he repeated over and over again as he went off to the big cities to earn a few more pennies.
Whenever the horse took longer than it should, or the carriage rolled over the bumps and mounds, he thought of you. Of the view that would welcome him home.
Of his children growing up healthy and his wife staying the wicked witch she always had been. Filling their kitchen with herbs of sorts unknown to him, yet carrying a special healing might. He would think of the lavender fragrance filling the kitchen and the mint bubbling on the stove. Of the cinnamon, ginger and cloves that, during the winter, carried all four of you through the freezing bites.
Your hands had healing power, your mind stayed sharp and kind, always aware of what to do in case of a sudden crisis, be it your daughter's sudden cold or your son's scratched knee.
Sometimes it was Suguru himself, lying beneath the heavy pillows and blankets, as if already half on the other side. At times like this, he would, in a rather melodramatic way, recite poems about the approaching end and stretch his hand towards you, as if mimicking death.
The children would always laugh sweetly, seeing their father utterly lost in his need to catch a glimpse of their mother's attention. Because they knew, oh, of course they knew, that love was hidden in their mother's purest smile and in the way their father seemed to live solely to hear her sweet laughter.
They saw the way their father looked into their mother's kind eyes. With affection difficult to describe, they only began to understand its true heaviness after they reached the age of six.
They knew that no one loved their mother as much as he did. No matter how often Suguru kissed their plump cheeks, it was with only half the devotion he showed their mother. He loved them, of course he did! For it was simply impossible for any other child to be loved by their father as much as Suguru loved his.
And yet, both of them knew that whatever it was between their parents felt most sacred.
Thus, when their mother fell heavily sick, it seeped through every soul living beneath their warm roof.
It happened one day, as you collapsed in the garden. Suddenly, falling straight into your slowly growing herbs, before the panicked children called for their father with tears swirling in their eyes.
He brought you back home with trembling hands, quickly lying you down on your bed by the fireplace. To let the flame give a bit of warmth to your cheeks, as he saw the life slowly slipping away, with sweat beading on your forehead.
The doctors said it's a simple cold. Nothing serious.
But the days were passing, and it seemed you were getting worse. Barely able to eat even the lightest food, turning from side to side beneath the heavy covers.
The fever clung to your forehead no matter how many times Suguru tried to fight it. He placed cold compresses on your forehead and kissed your temple. As if it could heal whatever sickness was plaguing your poor body.
He saw you grow weaker day by day. Sometimes, the strength would return to your body, only to leave it completely before you could walk to the front door.
Sometimes you laughed with your children, only to start coughing blood a minute later.
Suguru was slowly losing his mind, spiralling into madness, as he called for every doctor available in the village. Yet no one knew what sickness was holding onto his wife's dearest life.
He would lie by your side every single night, just to listen to your whistling breath. Watch the way your lips fell open and your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. He would stay all night, just to make sure it wouldn't be the last.
Hand plastered to your cheek, though you could barely register his touch. His voice, soft, almost teary, sounded muffled within your sickness-spiked mind.
He prayed. Long and as never before, clinging to your body, just to feel the warmth of your breath on your skin.
He prayed for death to take him instead, to leave his dearest wife alone, as he was ready to bear all the pain she needed to endure.
He prayed in a pitiful voice that sliced his children's hearts as they saw their father in such a wretched state. And so they gave him time to grieve, alone, watching their mother's soul slowly wither away.
But then… then another night came.
Much worse than any other. As Suguru could barely feel your puffs on his fingers. A shallow, almost invisible breath slipped past your lips, and the smell of death swirled in the room. Fogging the windows, seeping with sickness and stealth, as Suguru felt the grim reaper's clutches slowly wrap around your body.
He could see it in the dim corner of the bedroom, staring at your sweat-beaded forehead.
"No," he mumbled, covering you both with a heavy blanket. "I won't let it take you away."
And so he did something foolish.
Beneath the veil of darkness, with material tightly covering your bodies, he changed your positions. Slowly, so death could not notice your body moving to the other side.
A soft cough escaped your throat, and your eyes opened for a moment, seeing your husband's gentle smile.
"Suguru," you muttered. "I–"
"Shh," he whispered, brushing your cheek. "It's okay, darling. It won't hurt any more. It's okay."
And because your husband he was – you believed him. Falling back into the light dream, where the world spun around nothing but the gentle, caring voice of your dearest one.
"I give you my life," Suguru whispered, yet it seemed you were long gone. "I give you my life, darling. For I cannot live in a world without your warmth." His thumb brushed the softness of your skin. "For I love our children so much, and yet my wretched heart forbids me to live without you by my side. You are much kinder than I am, darling, and shall take care of them for both of us."
As if losing you would damn him and nothing but the embrace of death itself would ever heal his woeful soul.
It was too dark to see anything, yet beneath the heavy blanket, Suguru could feel a slight warmth returning to your fallen lips. He smiled, sensing a fogginess creeping into his mind. The clutches cold and dreary, seeping through the marrow.
"I give you my life," he repeated, the heaviness pressing on his eyelids. "Be brave. Be kind. And please, don't ever stop laughing. For I'll be watching over you all and make sure none of you joins my side any time soon. I will love you, always, and I shall exist only in a world with two of us."
"For we are of one soul and one heart, thus no hills nor seas and mountains shall ever keep us apart."
And his children, listening to their father's crying whispers, knew that a man in love is truly of a wicked kind.
He was the one who deceived death to grant you a new life.
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Staying in a single cabin with Satoru and Suguru during the summer camp is... interesting. Testing your self-restraint every single day. But one day, when news spreads that a killer is murdering other campers, you decide to make a final decision. Lose your virginity! Because in slashers, gays always die first!
part of slutty, slasher, summer
.༄. ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Femjo x F!Reader x Femguru ꒱
.༄. ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18+ :: WLW :: horrorish?? :: summer camp :: set in late 80s :: killers and murderers :: filth with plot :: some yuri satosugu action :: virign reader x experienced satosugu :: slight manipulation :: fem!toji :: fem!sukuna :: use of slasher troupes :: threesome :: face sitting :: oral sex :: fingering :: slight comedy :: everyone is constantly horny ꒱
.༄. ݁˖ words: ꒰ 7.8k ꒱
.༄. ݁˖ notes: This one is a bit different from other stories from this series, following the honry and comedic side of slashers. Enjoy!
The sun smooched your cheeks with its sizzling kisses, beading salty droplets on your neck. The wind was almost stale, scorching your skin as you walked across the short-grassed plain towards one of the wooden cabins.
The children would arrive any minute now, and some nerve in your mind could already hear their screams. At least fifty munchkins would join a month-long summer camp, with the ten camp counsellors as their guardians. At first, it seemed like not enough. During training, everyone assured you that you would handle the kids. That they weren't that bad. Handling them would be fine, leaving the evenings free to hang out with other counsellors.
Yet right now, with shorts clinging to your thighs and top soaked in sweat, all you wanted was to jump into the closest lake and forget about being a responsible adult.
You looked at the wooden key chain with the carved number three. The counsellors' cabins were scattered around the camp, surrounded by the students' ones. You sighed, noticing that the numbers on the counsellors' cabins, to your tired dismay, were not in numerical order.
With a soft curse under your breath, you moved deeper into the camp, passing several buildings. The cafeteria, playroom, and a barn, likely used for children's parties. The birds chirped high in the tall trees, which, almost spitefully, cast very little shadow over your fragile frame.
The lake shimmered beneath a setting sun behind your back, with a small beach and a volleyball net ready for children's play.
Your hand tightened on the suitcase that rolled behind you at a snail's pace, while you tensed your shoulders from the heavy backpack.
Cabin number three appeared on the horizon, its number elegantly bending and curving like the sweetest reward. You had been dreaming of nothing but jumping into the quick shower to wash away the sweat from your burnt skin.
After a minute, you took the first steps onto the little porch and opened the front door. Woody fragrance immediately hit your nostrils, seeping into your marrow with the heavy warmth. Stepping further in, you looked around at the walls and simple, creamy furniture. The small table in the living room, the soft rug, a rather large sofa…
The sofa…
Oh.
"Oh my god!" you screamed, immediately covering your eyes. "I'm, uh, sorry, I didn't mean to–" walk in on you having a make-out session?
Right on the sofa lay two women. Your roommates for the next month, most probably. One with her breasts fully spilling past the gently slipped top, legs wrapped around someone's head. Fluffy, white, nuzzled into the woman's pussy, pushing soft, crying moans from her throat.
Both of them quickly turned your way, yet none felt as mortified as you.
"Apologies, sweets. We forgot ourselves," one of them said, and you soon heard the quiet rustle of clothes. A few snickers and laughs, then she added, "You can open your eyes now."
With even more sizzling warmth, you looked shyly at the two women standing right in the middle of the living room.
Beautiful.
Yet even such a word was too simple to capture their true beauty. Something else needed to be said.
Something about one woman's long, raven hair, falling softly to curl below her breasts. Of the lavender, cat-like eyes that curled up, and her plush, cherry lips, gently smudged with lipstick. Of her threaded-gold skin, seemingly smooched by the sun's kisses.
Oh, she was utterly breathtaking. And when your eyes fell down her heavy breaths and thick thighs wrapped by nothing but flimsy shorts, something in your heart panged.
Moving your look at her friend, a soft "Oh" slipped in shyness.
She looked so much different. Taller, leaner, with muscles bulging under her pale arms. Smaller breasts wrapped by a simple top, long legs dressed in loose bermuda shorts, brushed her knees. Almost unnaturally white hair curled at the end of her neck, falling rather messily, shaggy, right over the soft forehead.
Crystal-pale eyes looked at you with a hint of cheekiness, lips curled into a rather sly smile.
And then, there was… you. Sweating, panting, with a speeding heart and something else, something foreign, bubbling in your lower belly. Spreading a sort of eerie, yet unknown warmth all over your body, till you felt it dripping from the fingertips.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were… here."
The slightly shorter girl giggled, pushing a lock of dark hair back behind her ear. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It's our fault. We thought we would finish quicker."
"That you would finish quicker." Her friend added, with a sly smile dancing on her handsome face.
Because that was the most accurate way to describe her. Handsome.
Beautiful seemed too plain to describe someone as ethereal. Someone who rather reminded you of the modern goddess, with her thick thighs spilling from the tight–
"I'm Suguru, by the way," she brought your thoughts back, although noticed a warm face peeking at her legs. "And that's Satoru."
You mumbled your name with a slightly hoarse voice.
"That's pretty," Satoru said, tilting her head slightly. "So you're also a camp counsellor. First time?"
You nodded, feeling the hellish heat still dancing behind your eyelids. Your fingers curled tighter around the suitcase handle as you cleared your throat.
"Yeah. I have summer break at university and thought about earning a few pennies."
Suguru hummed, nodding her head. "It's so fun, truly! It's our third time here. Other camp counsellors are also super nice-"
"I wouldn't exactly call Sukuna nice," Satoru added, walking your way slowly and grabbing the suitcase. "Let me show you our room, hm?"
Our sounded almost threatening. You knew there was no chance of a separate room, yet seeing a little performance you accidentally walked into, you found sharing a room with two women at opposite ends of your exact type seemed dangerous.
With still heated cheeks, you nodded and allowed her to lead farther into the cozy cabin. Suguru followed you two, her bare feet softly peeling off the wooden floor.
"She is nice around pretty girls," Suguru laughed, seeing the cherry flush creeping up your neck. "But may also be quite harsh, that's true. Toji, on the other side-"
Satoru scoffed, pushing one of the doors. "Sweets you better stay away from Toji. Dumb as hell and yet all the camp counsellors always land in her sheets."
You bit down on lower lip, letting out a soft chuckle. Satoru's eyes glimmered as he looked over her shoulder before inviting you in with a smile.
The room was small yet rather cozy, with three single beds, a wardrobe, and a window looking directly out over the lake. You immediately noticed that their single beds were snuggled together, while yours stayed on the other side of the room.
Suguru followed your gaze before her soft fingers wrapped around your arm. "Oh, we usually like to cuddle. It's, hm, warmer, you know?"
An it's a fucking hell outside, and sweat drips through my butt cheeks; I almost slipped past your lips, yet you answered them with a simple nod.
Satoru hummed, her crystal eyes crashing with Suguru's lavender cheekiness. "I couldn't describe it better. Warm indeed. You can join us if you wish."
There was a moment of silence, stretching between the three of you like a silk thread. Almost invisible, thin, yet pulling your bodies towards each other, seeping into the thinness of your spines.
The world spun before your eyes, and bubbling warmth filled your belly. Your lips curled into a clumsy smile. Fingers tucked a lock of hair back behind a warm ear before you coughed shyly, "It's okay. I'm quite fine by myself."
Satoru hummed, eyeing your face.
The heaviness of her gaze settled on your chest, and Suguru's sweet, slightly musky sweat wrapped around your senses.
Satoru leaned against the doorframe as she clicked her tongue, then draped her arm over Suguru's shoulders. "The bathroom's over there. Take a quick shower and join us in ten minutes. The kids will be here soon, buzzing around like a swarm of ants, so get ready."
You nodded before seeing them out further into the house. After a few muffled giggles and Suguru's, "She's so pretty, isn't she?" followed by Satoru's hum, the cabin's door closed.
Leaving you sweating and panting, with a sticky mess seeping through the drenched panties.
Oh, the next month will be nothing but pure hell.
You sighed, grabbed fresh shorts from your suitcase, and snatched the red, tight, camp staff top from your bed before stepping into the cold shower. The icy water ran down your spine like the glacial waves of heavy snow. Only a freezing shower could truly reset your senses, washing away the scorching heat that coursed through your veins.
With still slightly wet hair, and sunglasses high in your nose, you left the house.
The main cabin for all the camp counsellors' meetings lay in the middle of the lush plain. Sunlight caressed your skin with gentle kisses, and birds chirped high in the forest trees, caging the campsite in their tight clutches.
As you approached the main cabin, faint laughter and shushing sounds surrounded you. The sense that most of the counsellors already knew each other felt like a prickling sensation on your skin, and so you took a deep breath.
The house was a bit bigger, with the door wide open as if inviting you in. Voices merged into a chaotic splash of cheer, making you even more nervous. Biting your lower lip, you lingered a few seconds in front of the low steps, fingers fiddling with the hem of your tight shirt, sweat beading at the back of your neck.
One step after another, you walked up the porch, stress already eating you alive, when-
"Auch," you hissed, bumping into someone's big body. "I'm sorry."
Yet when you raised your eyes, your voice suddenly got sucked into your throat.
A woman stood there. Another, utterly beautiful, yet with a sly smirk playing on her cut lips and her emerald eyes slightly squinted. She seemed oh-so-much more muscular than Satoru and Suguru, with heavy breasts hidden tightly beneath her counsellor's shirt and beefy arms slick with glistening sweat.
The heat again hit your cheeks as you coughed awkwardly and took a step to the side.
"Sorry for standing at the entrance."
She chuckled, her slightly raspy yet sweet voice kissing your ears.
"It's okay, sweetie." Her eyes fell to the camp staff sign printed in white on your red top, lingering a moment longer. To trace the skin of your breasts, shimmering with a gentle sheen of sweat beneath the feverish sun, before slowly drifting back to your eyes. "You're our new girl, right?"
Her voice dropped low on our part, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Though you longed for nothing more than to drown yourself in the nearby lake.
"That must be me," you laughed awkwardly, pushing a hum past her lips. "Am I the only one who's new here?"
She looked over her shoulder, eyes falling on someone inside the cabin. "Well, it seems so. Not many students want to spend their holidays with a bunch of noisy kids. We've been hanging out together for the past few years. Getting our fun at night and keeping the brats clean during the day."
You laughed softly again, peeking inside the cabin too. You've caught a peek of Satoru's snowy hair and Suguru's hips straddling her thighs.
"I'm Toji, by the way," the woman said, stretching her hand.
Oh.
Toji.
The one Satoru told you to avoid at any cost.
Great.
You shook it, shyly stammering your name too. Her emerald eyes locked you in place; her slightly tilted head forced a few raven strands to fall loosely over her shoulder.
Although a few calluses coated her palm, it still felt smooth. Delicate, with long fingers brushing yours.
"I'm responsible for sports here," she said, pulling you a little closer. She leaned in to meet your gaze, then smiled cheekily. "Do you like sports, sweets?"
"Why?" fell softly, as you traced the beauty of her face. Your throat bobbed; fingers went slightly limp within her grasp. "Do you want to teach me?"
Only after the words fell from your lips did you realise how flirty they sounded. How silly yet cute you seemed, asking such a question – a clear and open invitation to sex.
"It depends on how good you are at cardio." Her giggle set your cheeks on fire, and, oh, she seemed to take so much pleasure in all your humiliating reactions. "Although I don't mind if you, hm, prefer to be on the more relaxed side. If you want, my cabin–"
Yet before she could finish, someone pulled you away from her grasp, hugging you to their soft side.
Soft, plush, slightly sticky, carrying a sweet, flowery fragrance, only then did you notice that your cheek was plastered against Suguru's soft breasts. With her boobs barely contained by the camp staff top, she held you in an almost protective, motherly hug, as if trying to guard you from danger.
"You really have the audacity to go after the new girl," Satoru hissed, standing in front of you and Suguru. In a similarly protective manner, she crossed her muscular arms over her chest.
Toji rolled her eyes. "I don't see how that's your problem."
You felt dumbstruck, clammy, yet cosy, with your cheek pressed to Suguru's softness and her gentle hand brushing your hair.
"Are you okay, sweets?" She cooed, sweet breath hitting your cheeks.
You barely managed to nod, pulling yourself back slightly. Suguru was a little taller than you, so her lavender eyes looked down at your warm face with a tender gaze. Fingers tucked a few strands back behind your ear; thumbs brushed your cheeks.
"Oh, you're a bit warmish."
"No, i-it's okay," you gave her a weak smile, pulling yourself away from her touch. "I overheated myself a bit… I guess."
Satoru and Satoru and Toji were still bickering on the side, yet you gave them no mind. Not when Suguru was still watching your face so carefully, and a few other people were staring at your little performance from inside.
Only then did you notice that you were all standing in the small living room. Large doors led to the terrace, and a faint breeze from a weak fan barely cooled the faces of the other camp counsellors. They all sank onto brown sofas, sighing heavily as they watched Satoru and Toji.
A girl with long, blond hair muttered, "I hope they live on the other side of the camp."
"I hope they won't try to drown each other like last year." Added the only guy sitting in the living room.
With dark hair brushing his shoulders and tired, slightly purplish under-eyes.
"Well, Satoru sucks at swimming, so I don't know why she tried to challenge Toji."
Suguru shot her head towards the girl with a cigarette hanging off her lips, eyes throwing cold daggers. "She's not that bad."
The girl chuckled. Before she could light a cigarette, another woman snatched it from her lips and broke it in half.
"That's it. Can we please focus before the kids arrive?"
She stood in the middle of the living room, squinting at all the staff seated on the sofa. Blond locks fell down her spine, coiling into a long braid. Sunglasses rested on her head, a folder of documents waiting silently between her hands.
Her shirt was different from others, with a camp chief stretched on her breasts.
"Hi, I'm Nanami," she smiled, coming slowly towards you. "Sorry for all of this. Some of our camp counsellors still don't know how to behave."
Her blue eyes narrowed at Satoru and Toji, who were now entering the cabin. Toji sat on the sofa next to another muscular woman with pink hair, while Satoru wrapped her arms around your and Suguru's shoulders.
Nanami looked at the three of you with a smile dancing on her tired lips. "I see you already had a chance to meet your new roommates?"
You nodded, yet before any words could leave your lips, Satoru pulled you closer to her chest. Smaller than Suguru's, yet spreading a comforting mix of sweat and sweetness that made your mind go balmy.
"Of course, we're besties already, right?"
"Yeah," you murmured, feeling her blue eyes look down at your cheeks. Oogling the heat creeping up your cheeks and a shy nod that made her fingers dig deeper into your arm. "We a-are."
Oh, you were so fucked.
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You thought living with Satoru and Suguru would be manageable. That they would somehow control themselves around you.
That the camp you were working at for the past week wasn't just a yearly meeting made up of only hot women and one actually helpful guy, whose main devilish aim was to seduce you.
During the day, you all worked together with the children, organising a range of events, from swimming classes and archery to arts and crafts, even building bases in the woods, before the brats went off to rest, allowing all the staff to enjoy their time by the fireplace.
When you were taking the children to swimming class, Toji and Sukuna were already there. With muscular arms glistening in the sunlight, tight swimsuits barely covering their tits and nothing but cheeky shorts wrapped around their hips.
You couldn't keep track of how often they tried to pull you into the lake. You noticed their eyes linger on your body as you entered the water in a swimsuit. Fingers were gentle as Sukuna corrected your posture, softly saying, "good girl, like that, mhm, that's perfect." Her crimson eyes fixed on your slowly rising breasts, her hands beneath your back as you floated on the water, supported by her arms.
"You're a natural, baby. Doing so well for me."
And so, after the morning swimming classes – which were meant for children, not you – a cold shower was quite needed.
In the afternoon, when you joined archery with your assigned group of children, Satoru kept putting her hands on your hips. Pulling them toward her, with lips close to your ear, warm breath tingling across your skin like petal kisses, as she whispered instructions on how to draw a bow.
"You should feel it here," fingers pressing some spot on your back. "Mhm, that's good. Correct your stance. Push your hips a bit further back."
You took a deep breath, feeling her hips brushing against your ass.
"Shouldn't you look at childr–"
"They're fine. Let's focus on you, sweets."
Thus, after the archery class, a shower was needed too. Cold, like the glacier peaks of unfathomable mountains, as you tried to think about anything but Satoru's long fingers making circles on your hips.
During the arts and crafts with Suguru, oh dearest. She was always eager to sit behind you. With her heavy bust pressed against your back, cherry lips near your ear, chin resting on your shoulder.
"Press it a bit harder, sweets," she would mutter, wrapping your linked hands around the clay vase. "That's good. Now make gentle circles here. This way, we'll get a nice pattern, hm?"
But you couldn't focus on her words at all. Not when her sweetness heightened your fever, and gentle touch of skin made your mind whirl. Raven hair, always fragrant with the richest fruits, carried hints of peach, raspberry, and soft lavender, tumbling over your shoulder as she watched you from behind. Her lavender eyes followed your awkward effort to craft a vase from clay.
"You're doing great," she giggled, pushing a low chuckle past your lips.
"Am I? The ten-year-olds seem to be doing better than me."
Suguru shook her head, breast pressing to your back tighter. "Don't worry, I'll teach you. I'm quite good with my hands."
And as you might have guessed, the pottery class was also ending with a cold shower. The one that would finish with your soft moans echoing off the small bathroom, while one of your hands was pressed to your lips, another playing with your swollen clit. Smearing the stickiness all over your drenched pussy, thigh, feeling the desperate clenching of your walls as if in need to feel something longer, softer.
Something reminding you of Satoru's long, pale fingers and Suguru's strong pressure.
For the past week, you've felt as if the hormonal rush of our teenage years had hit you twice as hard. The horny sensation that seemed never to leave your body. The heat lingering in your cheeks and chest, constantly bubbling deep within your lower belly.
Living with Satoru and Suguru was a mix of a nightmare and every lesbian's dream. They fucked almost every night, with soft whispers and giggles filling your small bedroom, as if you weren't even there.
But they knew you were.
They knew because every night, Satoru whispered, "She looks so pretty when she sleeps," and your name, softly spoken by Suguru while she was climaxing, kept echoing in your ears.
Their pants and moans and cries, with the nasty squelch echoing off the wooden walls, when Suguru was eating Satoru's drenched pussy with wet smacks.
And as you lay with your back turned their way, facing the wall, you simply couldn't help but let your hand slowly fall between your thighs.
To push the muffled breaths into your pillow, while fingers rolled the plump clit. To allow yourself to get aroused, wretched, upon hearing their soft moans and cries. Suguru's fingers slipping deep inside Satoru's pussy. Satoru changing their positions, to press her drenched folds to Suguru's. Lips wrapping around her full breasts, tongue swirling around her nipple, as her hips moved.
The squelching friction of their cunts rolling against each other made your head spin. Your fingers rolled the clit harder, thighs clenched at the sheer thought of feeling their tongues, fingers, lips on your body.
Oh, you truly hoped they couldn't see your body writhing in the darkness of your shared room, with your bed neatly tucked into the dimmest corner. And thank fucking God.
Their climax always sounded lovely. Almost too sugary, with the softest moans slipping past their lips, when they both cummed in each other's wet, sweating embrace.
The room was filled with nothing but the smell of their arousal, pinching your spine as you let yourself cum too. Shyly, silently, as if you didn't want them to know how badly you wanted to join.
But your virgin mind was simply too… shy to ask. Horny? Oh, dearest, you've never felt as horny as you have over the past week. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to agree to Satoru's repeated offers to join your beds.
To allow Suguru wrap her arms around your waist, when she was slipping behind you in the kitchen.
Their touch set your body aflame, and most of the time you simply tried to wriggle yourself out of it.
And then, during one evening, you might have spilt a few intimate details about yourself, setting in motion a chain of consequences that would soon spin your whole world.
When all the camp counsellors met by the fireplace, with a light wine and food, simply enjoying spending your time together.
Yuki, Choso, Nanami, your two nasty swimming teachers, Shoko and even Utahime too. A sweet camp cook, who always left a few extra cookies for you on the side.
"Oh, you're a virgin?" Satoru was almost dumbfounded, and Suguru slightly smacked the back of her head.
"As if there's anything wrong with it!" She said, already a bit tipsy.
"Of course there's nothing wrong with it," Satoru hummed. "You just don't look like the type."
Oh, truly, because from your perspective, it couldn't be clearer that all their soft touches and whispers were driving you absolutely mad.
"Well, I'll take it as a compliment then. I never had a, you know. A chance," your tongue was already overly loose, yet mind too tipsy to stop the blabbering.
You didn't mean to reveal this secret. Not with all the women who were forcing you to act like a horny teenage boy.
But the atmosphere was sweet, Suguru placed soft circles on your lower back, and Satoru sat on the grass, leaning against your legs, as you sat on the thick log.
"Never had a boyfriend?"
Fire kissed her pale cheeks gently, casting a soft glow on the side of her face. Crystal eyes looked up, gazing at your plush lips twisting into an awkward smile.
"No, I've never had… a girlfriend," your eyes fell down your slippers, fingers tugging on the soft end of your hoodie. "I come from a small town, so it was difficult to find anyone."
Because all the other lesbians lived in secret, just waiting for a chance to leave for their studies, just as you did. Even at university, finding love still seemed quite difficult.
You weren't sure if the issue was yourself or just that you hadn't met a woman who would truly set your heart aflame.
Well, at least until now.
An awkward silence stretched among you all, and you groaned, feeling utter embarrassment that those new people knew about your little secret. Dearest heavens, you shouldn't drink with them again.
With head hanging between your shoulders, you stared down at Satoru’s cheeky face. Slightly curled lips, eyes shining wickedly, as Suguru squeezed your thigh.
"At least you'll be the one who survives if the killer gets us," Yuki suddenly chuckled, pushing a soft marshmallow into her mouth.
You furrowed, looking between all the other people who groaned. Choso shook his head, while Toji only sighed, taking another can of beer.
“What killer?” you asked, looking at Nanami.
The only reliable one, always mostly polite, acting in an almost gentlemanly way. She sighed and shook her head.
"Well, there's a story going on. About the guy who drowned here as a child because of the counsellors' negligence. He supposedly lives somewhere in these woods, killing the staff and campers," she said softly, yet the fire smouldering her cheeks gave her an eerie aura. The one washing cold shivers down your spine. Seeing your twisted face, Nanami chuckled. "Don't worry, it's just a fable. As you can see, we're all alive."
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling Satoru wriggle by your legs. Her head fell back on your knees, hair scattering around the milky forehead as she winked.
"Don't worry, sweets, I'll protect you."
Your eyes rolled, yet fingers clenched tighter on the log's edge.
"No, he's alive. I know it. And you should be happy you're a virgin, because virgins always survive in slashers," Yuki stuck out her tongue, tipsy head falling onto Choso's shoulder as she posed as dead.
Utahime, sitting on the ground in a similar way to Satoru and allowing Shoko to brush her hair, pinched Yuki's calf.
"Stop blabbering! You're scaring the shit out of me."
You chuckled, yet a sudden thought slipped into your mind. Your forehead visibly wrinkled, fingers tapped on the log, as Satoru looked at you from below.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" She asked, while Suguru tucked a lock of your hair behind the ear.
"Well," you started, tilting your head. "Virgins survive, but gays always die first. So if the killers come, most of us will be their first target."
Another thread of silence stretched between a few people seated around the bonfire. The evening was deep, slipping slowly into night. Moonlight crept through the thick trees, and the lake settled into a peaceful slumber, allowing a few frogs to sit on the warm stones and chirp like crickets among the bushes. Crickets sang a soft melody, mingling with the fire's gentle crackle.
Yuki furrowed her forehead, clearly thinking about your words.
"Oh, you may be right. So even if you are a virgin, you'll die anyway," she giggled, her head falling drunkenly down Choso's thighs.
He sighed, brushing away the blond locks of her cheeky face and covering her tighter with a blanket.
Nanami shook her head, slowly rising. "Well, fortunately, there's no killer and no one has to die. It's just an old fable to scare the children," she shot you a smile. "Let's use it tomorrow on all the naughty brats trying to slip out of the cabins past curfew, hm?"
With that being said, the evening has ended. With Choso taking Yuki on his back, Shoko wrapping her arm around Utahime's shaking shoulder, Toji and Sukuna going back to their own cabin, while Satoru took her sweet time before slowly rising.
Suguru's cheek pressed softly against your shoulder, her gentle breath brushing you, creating a warm, soothing mist of her sweet aura around you.
"Don't worry, we won't let you die a virgin," she giggled, nuzzling herself closer against your arm.
And back then, while allowing Satoru to help you stand up from a log and wrap her arm around your and Suguru's shoulders, you had no idea how prophetic her words would turn out to be.
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Another week passed before all the camp counsellors gathered again. This time, inside the warm cabin, as the rain and storm danced over the towering trees, the midnight sky lit up here and there, with a deep, rumbling sound carried through the air.
This time, Satoru and Suguru stayed in your cabin, as if hoping to enjoy a bit of time alone. You left the house gladly, without even looking over your shoulder, shaking off the sticky warmth creeping up your neck with a tremble.
And up to your surprise, Sukuna and Toji also decided to skip the meeting.
"I think they caught a cold after morning swimming class," Nanami waved her hand. "They'll be fine, don't worry."
You nodded, plumping down on the brown sofa.
The gentle flicker of warm lamps lit the small room as you allowed yourself to relax and grow tipsy in the company of other staff. With Nanami, as usual, nodding with a smile and sipping wine; Yuki blabbering about all the embarrassments from previous years; Choso adding a few snippets of his own; and Shoko and Utahime busy with themselves.
Shoko wrapping the girl's hair around her finger, a grey smoke wrapping around Utahime's squirming nose.
A honeyed warmth filled your body, with the red wine trickling down your throat. Fogging your mind in an utterly pleasurable, almost balmy way, a feeling dangerously close to everything that pinched your body on those nights. When Satoru's tongue worked on Suguru's pussy more deliciously than usual, with the raven-haired girl's moans kissing your ears.
"Hm, I think it's time to do a quick round," Nanami sighed, looking outside into the heavy, rainy night.
Before she could stand, you pressed a palm to her thighs, sitting her back down. "You should rest. I'll go, don't worry."
Her chestnut eyes held yours for a moment before she nodded in thanks and let you slip into the warm storm. With an umbrella over your head and a flashlight in hand, you set out on the last evening walk.
Checking whether the kids didn't try to leave their cabins or spend the night with their friends. Whether the sixteen-year-old didn't have a foolish idea of slipping into the nearby woods to get drunk on cheap beers they managed to slip into their backpacks – you've been there and done that too, after all – or whether all the lights were off.
The crystal droplets bounced gently off the umbrella, sinking into the drenched, muddy earth. You walked slowly, humming softly, allowing yourself to breathe in the fresh, woody smell.
"Oh!" you gasped, slipping on something. Muggy, moist, sticking to your already wet shoes. "Ew, what is–"
But when the soft light fell to the ground – your throat tightened. Your heart throbbed, as if something heavy were hitting it with a hammer weighing a ton. The raspy breath was muffled by the heavy pattering rain as you stared at the crimson liquid pooling beneath your feet.
Carrying a metallic fragrance that tickled your nose in most unpleasing manner.
Your hand trembled, letting the umbrella slip into the muggy pool, light falling sharply on the bloody trail that led you deeper into the forest.
You shouldn't go.
Of course you shouldn't.
But what if one of the children was attacked? What if they needed your help? A weak, reckless child who came upon something, someone treacherous, hiding deep within the murky woods.
There's a story going on…
A wave of shivers ran down your spine, breath again slipped in a shudder.
"Fuck," you muttered, brushing droplets from your forehead with the back of your hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Rain drenched your skin, hair stuck to cheeks, as you slowly walked into the woods. Following the crimson trail that seeped deep into the mud, mingling with the rain and dirt, yet still letting you see the faint traces of the shining, burgundy droplets.
The trees seemed to draw closer, as if wishing to trap you inside. Lock you within the crooked branches, wrapping your hair around their petal leaves.
The faint traces of blood marked moist earth, before something else appeared.
Something black and silky, and soon you noticed it was the hair. Dark locks sticking to the pale skin, falling over the pale cheeks and slashed lips.
Toji.
And right next to her, a sprawled body with long, pink hair wrapping around the creamy skin, covering half of the crimson-stained face, so similar in colour to Sukuna's beautiful eyes.
A sharp cry fell past your lips. Your hand pressed to your lips as a thought of a murderer still being somewhere around quickly flashed through your mind.
How is it possible that no one heard the screams? Could the rain truly be that heavy, muffling the cries of your friends? After spending two weeks together in close company – friends, could they be?
You wished to touch them. To see where the blood was coming from. Whether it was still possible to save them.
But instead, with feet slipping on the sloppy mix of mud and blood, you ran back towards the camp. Specifically, your cabin, as you rumbled through the door and locked it tight behind you.
Drenched, terrified, with shaking hands and shuddered breath, you ran through the little hallway before storming into your bedroom.
"They're dead!" you cried, yet a second later a soft, "Oh" quickly joined.
You forgot why Satoru and Suguru stayed back. Why exactly you decided to leave the cabin.
As both of them were now sprawled naked on their connected beds, Suguru's thighs wide open, head slightly lolling to the side, fingers buried in Satoru's hair.
Satoru lying between Suguru's thick thighs, pushing them even wider, to lap through the drenched, swollen folds of her glistening pussy.
She looked over her shoulder with cheeks smeared in Suguru's cum, shooting you a sly smile. "Hi sweetie. What did you say?"
The familiar warmth started bubbling in your belly. Mixing with a dread, a shaken soul, a heart that wished to race out of the ribcage. The picture of Toji's and Sukuna's dead bodies merged with a full view of Suguru's sweet, dripping pussy.
Oh, you were a horrible person.
Horrible, horrible, horrible.
Egotistic and wicked and blinded by the horniness that was building up within your body for the past few weeks.
Both women stared at you with slightly tilted heads. The room was thick with their sweat and breath, a fog that clung to the windows, smooching them with creamy kisses.
"I want you to fuck me," slipped suddenly. "Both of you."
Satoru's lips fell open, crystal eyes slightly bulging. Suguru raised her eyebrows before she cleared her throat. "Sweetheart, did anything happen?"
But you didn't answer.
No, instead your shirt fell to the floor with a wet splash. Short followed soon after, before you finally took off the bra, allowing your soft breasts to spill past the lost cups.
You didn't know where the sudden confidence came from, yet the conversation from a week earlier hit you like a hammer. If you were meant to die anyway, there was no way in hell you would die a virgin.
So you joined them on the bed on all fours. Slowly drawing closer to Suguru's wicked, lavender eyes, before stopping right in front of her face.
The beauty unmatched, kissed by a thousand divine goddesses. With lips in a pout, bewitching gaze squinting into a kitty-like shape, as you placed a hand on her delicate cheek. Gliding your thumb over her lower lip, savouring the cosy warmth radiating from her sun-kissed skin.
"What are you waiting for?" She whispered, kissing your finger softly.
With a shuddering, deep breath, you pressed yourself against her. Her sweet lips and moaning puffs drew you closer. Her tongue met yours, teeth clashed, and saliva dripped down your chin from the messy kisses filling the foggy room.
Satoru hummed, and before you could turn her way, strong fingers wrapped around your ankles. Quickly pulling you away from Suguru's lips, turning you on your back, only to put you back into the same position. With thighs pressed to your chest, glistening pussy wide open for Satoru's beastly maw.
"Don't mind me," she giggled, lowering herself down to take a deep, groany smell of your cunt. "I'm going to make out with her."
Suguru sat beside you, looking down at your shocked, already dizzy face. With hair scattered across the pillow and slightly lidded eyes, she slipped her hand to brush your breasts.
"Hm, do you want to try too?" She asked, rolling your perked nipple between her fingers.
"Try wh–ah!" A cry fell past your lips when Satoru fully pressed her tongue to your pussy.
A feeling... impossible to describe. Nothing could ever match your poor attempt to pleasure yourself with those pitiful fingers of yours. The numerous toys you kept tightly hidden beneath your bed – vibrators that never satisfied, warming lubricants that yearned to mimic the true heat of Satoru's delicate tongue.
She hummed, sending trembles deep into your pussy and pushing another cry past your throat. Suguru giggled, drawing closer to peck your cheek.
"Do you want to eat me out?" she whispered, peppering your fallen lips with kisses. "I'm already so wet for you, sweetheart. Can I sit on your face?"
Oh, you dreamed only of feeling her thighs wrap around your cheeks. Feel her warmth close to your face, and you nodded. Her lips curled into a cheeky smile before she lowered herself over your face. Hands gripping the bed's wooden frame, cushy thighs brushing your cheeks.
"Stick out your tongue, sweetheart," she said, seeing you obediently do so. With sparkles of awe shining in your eyes as you looked at the woman hovering right over your face. "Mmm, such a good girl. Now, be gentle, ahh."
The moment her pussy met your tongue, something beneath your belly burst. She tasted simply like skin, with a slightly musky scent of sweat, yet your eyes rolled back at the sweetness spilling over your tongue. The sheer fact that you could finally taste her made your head spin, fingers clenching on her thighs to pull her closer.
Satoru chuckled, sucking on your clit softly. Licking, slurping, kissing the softness of your drenched pussy the same way you did it with Suguru's. One of her long, pale fingers poked your fluttering hole, pushing it gently through the tight walls.
"Sorry sweets, next time I'll use my strap," she hummed, feeling the plush clench around her fingers.
Suguru moaned softly as you sucked on her clit the same way Satoru sucked yours. In fact, you tried to mimic everything you felt. The slurps and smooches and nasty squelch, when her juices trickled down your tightened throat. Your moans hit her core whenever Satoru pressed her face closer to your pussy.
"Mhm, she's going to fuck both of us, one after another. What do you think, sweetheart?" Suguru brushed a few stray locks from your forehead, giggling at the deep furrow between your brows. "Oh my, so–ah–focused. Am I that good?"
So fucking good. So, so, so good, you wanted to say, but instead moaned loudly right into the plush of her pussy.
Your hands slipped up, tracing the smoothness of her thighs, hips, and belly, before finally cupping her heavy breasts. The flesh spilled between your fingers, with nipples just begging to be pinched, and you did so with genuine pleasure.
Nothing, really, brought you more pleasure than watching Suguru's body writhe in bliss on top of yours. Her hips moved against your tongue, head slightly tilted back, allowing raven locks to cascade down her back. Soft fingers gripped the bed frame as she began chasing the rising heat in her belly.
And you did it too, with tears swirling beneath your lids, as Satoru found your sweet spot. And, oh, she used this to her utmost wicked pleasure, massaging it with two long fingers, while licking your sweet, leaking cunt. With a cheeky smile of satisfaction tugging on her lips, seeing your belly rise and fall faster. Thighs clench around her head, hips rolling against her tongue.
"You're so close, sweets. Aren't you?"
You couldn't say anything. Not with Suguru's hips straddling your face, her warmth fully pressed to your starving mouth.
"Satoru, she's–ahh fuck–a bit busy," her velvety voice echoed somewhere from over your head, but you didn't notice.
In fact, you couldn't register anything, completely enwrapped by the pleasure coursing through your body. Your focus was solely on cumming and making Suguru climax, as you gently increased the pressure on her clit. Your tongue flicked inside her pussy, fingers rolling erect nipples, until she finally stilled on your face.
Her body shaking from pleasure, as you joined her with a pitiful moan. Letting yourself cum all over Satoru's face, as her strong arm pressed your belly to keep your wriggling hips in place. Giving your folds one last lick before slipping higher.
And higher, kissing the plush of your belly, the mound of your breasts, and when Suguru slipped herself off your drenched face, connecting her lips with yours.
"You did so well, sweets," she murmured, cupping your cheek. "Such a good girl."
She kissed you slowly, sweetly, much lighter than Suguru. With body pressed to yours, thigh between your wet legs. When she pulled away, a long stripe of crystal saliva connected your swollen lips.
Suguru cupped Satoru's cheeks and pulled her into a short kiss, swallowing each other's laughs and giggles.
You watched them with pure bliss and heavy breaths. Their naked bodies embraced one another with a passion you'd never had, yet you were ready to accept if only they wished to share it.
"How about we take care of Satoru together, hm?" Suguru asked, lavender eyes looking down at your dreamy face.
With a soft nod, you sat, letting Satoru fall down the plush pillows with a soft laugh.
"I'm fine, trust me," she said, yet watched you and Suguru slowly kiss down her body with a twinkle in her crystal eyes. "I'm–ah, fuck."
A low moan escaped her throat when your lips wrapped around one of her nipples, while Suguru took care of the other. Kissing, pinching, and sucking it gently before you started going down.
And down, through the lean, muscular belly and creamy hips, as you slowly spread her legs open. White pubes tickling your nose as you nuzzle your cheek into the mound of her pussy.
"How could I not return your kindness?" you giggled, watching a smile tug on Satoru's lips.
"Oh? And how do you plan to do that, hm?" She bit down on her lower lip, watching two beautiful, completely wet naked women nuzzle themselves between her spread thighs. "My sweet girls, next time remind me to bring a camera. Fuck, I would hang your photo over my–nghh."
Fluffy hair fell back as both you and Suguru started lapping through her folds. The saliva dripping from your tongue mixed with her creamy cum, as you both slurped on the wetness of her cunt.
Satoru looked down, another low, "Fucking hell," slipping past her lips.
As both you and Suguru started kissing right over her fluttering cunt. Licking her folds clear, before pressing your lips into one, as if wishing to taste Satoru's cum off your tongues. Sucking, drinking, moaning right into your throats, before going back to Satoru's pussy and lapping her with nasty squelch.
Your fingers pressing into her fluttering hole, brushing the soft, clenching walls till finally pressing something soft.
Something that forced a loud sigh past Satoru's lips and spread her thighs even wider. In a desperate need to feel her two beautiful girls get sugar high over her glistening cunt.
"Fuck, I'm close," she whispered, brushing away your and Suguru's locks from your faces. "So good, oh god, my sweet girls, you make me feel s-so good."
You sucked on her clit with a soft moan, hand already slipping down your body to press the swollen clit. Suguru thrusted her fingers in an almost brutal manner, yet still pressing onto Satoru's sweet spot with softness.
"Come for us, baby," she whispered, her lavender eyes catching the crystal, blurring gaze. "Show us how good we make you feel. Our sweetheart has been working so hard to pleasure you, hm?"
Your eyes twinkled at seeing Satoru's face filled with pure pleasure. Small breasts heaving with rapid breaths, eyes half-closed, abdomen tightening to release the final droplets of creaminess, before a loud, sweet moan echoed in your ears.
Her cunt clenched on your and Suguru's fingers, a gush of liquid cum splashing all over your faces.
And together with Satoru's moans… something else crashed.
The door to your bedroom opened with a thud.
"Fuck, you already started?"
Something in your chest clenched. A sudden dread washed over you as you slowly looked over your shoulder to see no one but Toji and Sukuna. With a few traces of crimson still coating their faces, their hair fell wetly over their shoulders.
Seeing your bulging eyes, Sukuna chuckled. "Surprise, sweets."
You looked between her and Toji, your throat tight, before turning back to Satoru. An innocent, pouted smile twisted her lips, but it reminded you of a rather devilish creature.
"Listen, we just wanted to play a little prank."
Yet before you could say anything, someone's strong fingers settled on your hip. Perking them up, another hand pressed against your shoulders. With a slight turn, you noticed Sukuna taking off her wet top, while Toji was already looking down at your glistening cunt.
"Yeah, yeah, trick or treat, or whatever. I've been waiting too long for it, so how about you relax and let us take care of you, hm?"
Staying in a single cabin with Satoru and Suguru during the summer camp is... interesting. Testing your self-restraint every single day. But one day, when news spreads that a killer is murdering other campers, you decide to make a final decision. Lose your virginity! Because in slashers, gays always die first!
part of slutty, slasher, summer
.༄. ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Femjo x F!Reader x Femguru ꒱
.༄. ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18+ :: WLW :: horrorish?? :: summer camp :: set in late 80s :: killers and murderers :: filth with plot :: some yuri satosugu action :: virign reader x experienced satosugu :: slight manipulation :: fem!toji :: fem!sukuna :: use of slasher troupes :: threesome :: face sitting :: oral sex :: fingering :: slight comedy :: everyone is constantly horny ꒱
.༄. ݁˖ words: ꒰ 7.8k ꒱
.༄. ݁˖ notes: This one is a bit different from other stories from this series, following the honry and comedic side of slashers. Enjoy!
The sun smooched your cheeks with its sizzling kisses, beading salty droplets on your neck. The wind was almost stale, scorching your skin as you walked across the short-grassed plain towards one of the wooden cabins.
The children would arrive any minute now, and some nerve in your mind could already hear their screams. At least fifty munchkins would join a month-long summer camp, with the ten camp counsellors as their guardians. At first, it seemed like not enough. During training, everyone assured you that you would handle the kids. That they weren't that bad. Handling them would be fine, leaving the evenings free to hang out with other counsellors.
Yet right now, with shorts clinging to your thighs and top soaked in sweat, all you wanted was to jump into the closest lake and forget about being a responsible adult.
You looked at the wooden key chain with the carved number three. The counsellors' cabins were scattered around the camp, surrounded by the students' ones. You sighed, noticing that the numbers on the counsellors' cabins, to your tired dismay, were not in numerical order.
With a soft curse under your breath, you moved deeper into the camp, passing several buildings. The cafeteria, playroom, and a barn, likely used for children's parties. The birds chirped high in the tall trees, which, almost spitefully, cast very little shadow over your fragile frame.
The lake shimmered beneath a setting sun behind your back, with a small beach and a volleyball net ready for children's play.
Your hand tightened on the suitcase that rolled behind you at a snail's pace, while you tensed your shoulders from the heavy backpack.
Cabin number three appeared on the horizon, its number elegantly bending and curving like the sweetest reward. You had been dreaming of nothing but jumping into the quick shower to wash away the sweat from your burnt skin.
After a minute, you took the first steps onto the little porch and opened the front door. Woody fragrance immediately hit your nostrils, seeping into your marrow with the heavy warmth. Stepping further in, you looked around at the walls and simple, creamy furniture. The small table in the living room, the soft rug, a rather large sofa…
The sofa…
Oh.
"Oh my god!" you screamed, immediately covering your eyes. "I'm, uh, sorry, I didn't mean to–" walk in on you having a make-out session?
Right on the sofa lay two women. Your roommates for the next month, most probably. One with her breasts fully spilling past the gently slipped top, legs wrapped around someone's head. Fluffy, white, nuzzled into the woman's pussy, pushing soft, crying moans from her throat.
Both of them quickly turned your way, yet none felt as mortified as you.
"Apologies, sweets. We forgot ourselves," one of them said, and you soon heard the quiet rustle of clothes. A few snickers and laughs, then she added, "You can open your eyes now."
With even more sizzling warmth, you looked shyly at the two women standing right in the middle of the living room.
Beautiful.
Yet even such a word was too simple to capture their true beauty. Something else needed to be said.
Something about one woman's long, raven hair, falling softly to curl below her breasts. Of the lavender, cat-like eyes that curled up, and her plush, cherry lips, gently smudged with lipstick. Of her threaded-gold skin, seemingly smooched by the sun's kisses.
Oh, she was utterly breathtaking. And when your eyes fell down her heavy breaths and thick thighs wrapped by nothing but flimsy shorts, something in your heart panged.
Moving your look at her friend, a soft "Oh" slipped in shyness.
She looked so much different. Taller, leaner, with muscles bulging under her pale arms. Smaller breasts wrapped by a simple top, long legs dressed in loose bermuda shorts, brushed her knees. Almost unnaturally white hair curled at the end of her neck, falling rather messily, shaggy, right over the soft forehead.
Crystal-pale eyes looked at you with a hint of cheekiness, lips curled into a rather sly smile.
And then, there was… you. Sweating, panting, with a speeding heart and something else, something foreign, bubbling in your lower belly. Spreading a sort of eerie, yet unknown warmth all over your body, till you felt it dripping from the fingertips.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were… here."
The slightly shorter girl giggled, pushing a lock of dark hair back behind her ear. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It's our fault. We thought we would finish quicker."
"That you would finish quicker." Her friend added, with a sly smile dancing on her handsome face.
Because that was the most accurate way to describe her. Handsome.
Beautiful seemed too plain to describe someone as ethereal. Someone who rather reminded you of the modern goddess, with her thick thighs spilling from the tight–
"I'm Suguru, by the way," she brought your thoughts back, although noticed a warm face peeking at her legs. "And that's Satoru."
You mumbled your name with a slightly hoarse voice.
"That's pretty," Satoru said, tilting her head slightly. "So you're also a camp counsellor. First time?"
You nodded, feeling the hellish heat still dancing behind your eyelids. Your fingers curled tighter around the suitcase handle as you cleared your throat.
"Yeah. I have summer break at university and thought about earning a few pennies."
Suguru hummed, nodding her head. "It's so fun, truly! It's our third time here. Other camp counsellors are also super nice-"
"I wouldn't exactly call Sukuna nice," Satoru added, walking your way slowly and grabbing the suitcase. "Let me show you our room, hm?"
Our sounded almost threatening. You knew there was no chance of a separate room, yet seeing a little performance you accidentally walked into, you found sharing a room with two women at opposite ends of your exact type seemed dangerous.
With still heated cheeks, you nodded and allowed her to lead farther into the cozy cabin. Suguru followed you two, her bare feet softly peeling off the wooden floor.
"She is nice around pretty girls," Suguru laughed, seeing the cherry flush creeping up your neck. "But may also be quite harsh, that's true. Toji, on the other side-"
Satoru scoffed, pushing one of the doors. "Sweets you better stay away from Toji. Dumb as hell and yet all the camp counsellors always land in her sheets."
You bit down on lower lip, letting out a soft chuckle. Satoru's eyes glimmered as he looked over her shoulder before inviting you in with a smile.
The room was small yet rather cozy, with three single beds, a wardrobe, and a window looking directly out over the lake. You immediately noticed that their single beds were snuggled together, while yours stayed on the other side of the room.
Suguru followed your gaze before her soft fingers wrapped around your arm. "Oh, we usually like to cuddle. It's, hm, warmer, you know?"
An it's a fucking hell outside, and sweat drips through my butt cheeks; I almost slipped past your lips, yet you answered them with a simple nod.
Satoru hummed, her crystal eyes crashing with Suguru's lavender cheekiness. "I couldn't describe it better. Warm indeed. You can join us if you wish."
There was a moment of silence, stretching between the three of you like a silk thread. Almost invisible, thin, yet pulling your bodies towards each other, seeping into the thinness of your spines.
The world spun before your eyes, and bubbling warmth filled your belly. Your lips curled into a clumsy smile. Fingers tucked a lock of hair back behind a warm ear before you coughed shyly, "It's okay. I'm quite fine by myself."
Satoru hummed, eyeing your face.
The heaviness of her gaze settled on your chest, and Suguru's sweet, slightly musky sweat wrapped around your senses.
Satoru leaned against the doorframe as she clicked her tongue, then draped her arm over Suguru's shoulders. "The bathroom's over there. Take a quick shower and join us in ten minutes. The kids will be here soon, buzzing around like a swarm of ants, so get ready."
You nodded before seeing them out further into the house. After a few muffled giggles and Suguru's, "She's so pretty, isn't she?" followed by Satoru's hum, the cabin's door closed.
Leaving you sweating and panting, with a sticky mess seeping through the drenched panties.
Oh, the next month will be nothing but pure hell.
You sighed, grabbed fresh shorts from your suitcase, and snatched the red, tight, camp staff top from your bed before stepping into the cold shower. The icy water ran down your spine like the glacial waves of heavy snow. Only a freezing shower could truly reset your senses, washing away the scorching heat that coursed through your veins.
With still slightly wet hair, and sunglasses high in your nose, you left the house.
The main cabin for all the camp counsellors' meetings lay in the middle of the lush plain. Sunlight caressed your skin with gentle kisses, and birds chirped high in the forest trees, caging the campsite in their tight clutches.
As you approached the main cabin, faint laughter and shushing sounds surrounded you. The sense that most of the counsellors already knew each other felt like a prickling sensation on your skin, and so you took a deep breath.
The house was a bit bigger, with the door wide open as if inviting you in. Voices merged into a chaotic splash of cheer, making you even more nervous. Biting your lower lip, you lingered a few seconds in front of the low steps, fingers fiddling with the hem of your tight shirt, sweat beading at the back of your neck.
One step after another, you walked up the porch, stress already eating you alive, when-
"Auch," you hissed, bumping into someone's big body. "I'm sorry."
Yet when you raised your eyes, your voice suddenly got sucked into your throat.
A woman stood there. Another, utterly beautiful, yet with a sly smirk playing on her cut lips and her emerald eyes slightly squinted. She seemed oh-so-much more muscular than Satoru and Suguru, with heavy breasts hidden tightly beneath her counsellor's shirt and beefy arms slick with glistening sweat.
The heat again hit your cheeks as you coughed awkwardly and took a step to the side.
"Sorry for standing at the entrance."
She chuckled, her slightly raspy yet sweet voice kissing your ears.
"It's okay, sweetie." Her eyes fell to the camp staff sign printed in white on your red top, lingering a moment longer. To trace the skin of your breasts, shimmering with a gentle sheen of sweat beneath the feverish sun, before slowly drifting back to your eyes. "You're our new girl, right?"
Her voice dropped low on our part, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Though you longed for nothing more than to drown yourself in the nearby lake.
"That must be me," you laughed awkwardly, pushing a hum past her lips. "Am I the only one who's new here?"
She looked over her shoulder, eyes falling on someone inside the cabin. "Well, it seems so. Not many students want to spend their holidays with a bunch of noisy kids. We've been hanging out together for the past few years. Getting our fun at night and keeping the brats clean during the day."
You laughed softly again, peeking inside the cabin too. You've caught a peek of Satoru's snowy hair and Suguru's hips straddling her thighs.
"I'm Toji, by the way," the woman said, stretching her hand.
Oh.
Toji.
The one Satoru told you to avoid at any cost.
Great.
You shook it, shyly stammering your name too. Her emerald eyes locked you in place; her slightly tilted head forced a few raven strands to fall loosely over her shoulder.
Although a few calluses coated her palm, it still felt smooth. Delicate, with long fingers brushing yours.
"I'm responsible for sports here," she said, pulling you a little closer. She leaned in to meet your gaze, then smiled cheekily. "Do you like sports, sweets?"
"Why?" fell softly, as you traced the beauty of her face. Your throat bobbed; fingers went slightly limp within her grasp. "Do you want to teach me?"
Only after the words fell from your lips did you realise how flirty they sounded. How silly yet cute you seemed, asking such a question – a clear and open invitation to sex.
"It depends on how good you are at cardio." Her giggle set your cheeks on fire, and, oh, she seemed to take so much pleasure in all your humiliating reactions. "Although I don't mind if you, hm, prefer to be on the more relaxed side. If you want, my cabin–"
Yet before she could finish, someone pulled you away from her grasp, hugging you to their soft side.
Soft, plush, slightly sticky, carrying a sweet, flowery fragrance, only then did you notice that your cheek was plastered against Suguru's soft breasts. With her boobs barely contained by the camp staff top, she held you in an almost protective, motherly hug, as if trying to guard you from danger.
"You really have the audacity to go after the new girl," Satoru hissed, standing in front of you and Suguru. In a similarly protective manner, she crossed her muscular arms over her chest.
Toji rolled her eyes. "I don't see how that's your problem."
You felt dumbstruck, clammy, yet cosy, with your cheek pressed to Suguru's softness and her gentle hand brushing your hair.
"Are you okay, sweets?" She cooed, sweet breath hitting your cheeks.
You barely managed to nod, pulling yourself back slightly. Suguru was a little taller than you, so her lavender eyes looked down at your warm face with a tender gaze. Fingers tucked a few strands back behind your ear; thumbs brushed your cheeks.
"Oh, you're a bit warmish."
"No, i-it's okay," you gave her a weak smile, pulling yourself away from her touch. "I overheated myself a bit… I guess."
Satoru and Satoru and Toji were still bickering on the side, yet you gave them no mind. Not when Suguru was still watching your face so carefully, and a few other people were staring at your little performance from inside.
Only then did you notice that you were all standing in the small living room. Large doors led to the terrace, and a faint breeze from a weak fan barely cooled the faces of the other camp counsellors. They all sank onto brown sofas, sighing heavily as they watched Satoru and Toji.
A girl with long, blond hair muttered, "I hope they live on the other side of the camp."
"I hope they won't try to drown each other like last year." Added the only guy sitting in the living room.
With dark hair brushing his shoulders and tired, slightly purplish under-eyes.
"Well, Satoru sucks at swimming, so I don't know why she tried to challenge Toji."
Suguru shot her head towards the girl with a cigarette hanging off her lips, eyes throwing cold daggers. "She's not that bad."
The girl chuckled. Before she could light a cigarette, another woman snatched it from her lips and broke it in half.
"That's it. Can we please focus before the kids arrive?"
She stood in the middle of the living room, squinting at all the staff seated on the sofa. Blond locks fell down her spine, coiling into a long braid. Sunglasses rested on her head, a folder of documents waiting silently between her hands.
Her shirt was different from others, with a camp chief stretched on her breasts.
"Hi, I'm Nanami," she smiled, coming slowly towards you. "Sorry for all of this. Some of our camp counsellors still don't know how to behave."
Her blue eyes narrowed at Satoru and Toji, who were now entering the cabin. Toji sat on the sofa next to another muscular woman with pink hair, while Satoru wrapped her arms around your and Suguru's shoulders.
Nanami looked at the three of you with a smile dancing on her tired lips. "I see you already had a chance to meet your new roommates?"
You nodded, yet before any words could leave your lips, Satoru pulled you closer to her chest. Smaller than Suguru's, yet spreading a comforting mix of sweat and sweetness that made your mind go balmy.
"Of course, we're besties already, right?"
"Yeah," you murmured, feeling her blue eyes look down at your cheeks. Oogling the heat creeping up your cheeks and a shy nod that made her fingers dig deeper into your arm. "We a-are."
Oh, you were so fucked.
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You thought living with Satoru and Suguru would be manageable. That they would somehow control themselves around you.
That the camp you were working at for the past week wasn't just a yearly meeting made up of only hot women and one actually helpful guy, whose main devilish aim was to seduce you.
During the day, you all worked together with the children, organising a range of events, from swimming classes and archery to arts and crafts, even building bases in the woods, before the brats went off to rest, allowing all the staff to enjoy their time by the fireplace.
When you were taking the children to swimming class, Toji and Sukuna were already there. With muscular arms glistening in the sunlight, tight swimsuits barely covering their tits and nothing but cheeky shorts wrapped around their hips.
You couldn't keep track of how often they tried to pull you into the lake. You noticed their eyes linger on your body as you entered the water in a swimsuit. Fingers were gentle as Sukuna corrected your posture, softly saying, "good girl, like that, mhm, that's perfect." Her crimson eyes fixed on your slowly rising breasts, her hands beneath your back as you floated on the water, supported by her arms.
"You're a natural, baby. Doing so well for me."
And so, after the morning swimming classes – which were meant for children, not you – a cold shower was quite needed.
In the afternoon, when you joined archery with your assigned group of children, Satoru kept putting her hands on your hips. Pulling them toward her, with lips close to your ear, warm breath tingling across your skin like petal kisses, as she whispered instructions on how to draw a bow.
"You should feel it here," fingers pressing some spot on your back. "Mhm, that's good. Correct your stance. Push your hips a bit further back."
You took a deep breath, feeling her hips brushing against your ass.
"Shouldn't you look at childr–"
"They're fine. Let's focus on you, sweets."
Thus, after the archery class, a shower was needed too. Cold, like the glacier peaks of unfathomable mountains, as you tried to think about anything but Satoru's long fingers making circles on your hips.
During the arts and crafts with Suguru, oh dearest. She was always eager to sit behind you. With her heavy bust pressed against your back, cherry lips near your ear, chin resting on your shoulder.
"Press it a bit harder, sweets," she would mutter, wrapping your linked hands around the clay vase. "That's good. Now make gentle circles here. This way, we'll get a nice pattern, hm?"
But you couldn't focus on her words at all. Not when her sweetness heightened your fever, and gentle touch of skin made your mind whirl. Raven hair, always fragrant with the richest fruits, carried hints of peach, raspberry, and soft lavender, tumbling over your shoulder as she watched you from behind. Her lavender eyes followed your awkward effort to craft a vase from clay.
"You're doing great," she giggled, pushing a low chuckle past your lips.
"Am I? The ten-year-olds seem to be doing better than me."
Suguru shook her head, breast pressing to your back tighter. "Don't worry, I'll teach you. I'm quite good with my hands."
And as you might have guessed, the pottery class was also ending with a cold shower. The one that would finish with your soft moans echoing off the small bathroom, while one of your hands was pressed to your lips, another playing with your swollen clit. Smearing the stickiness all over your drenched pussy, thigh, feeling the desperate clenching of your walls as if in need to feel something longer, softer.
Something reminding you of Satoru's long, pale fingers and Suguru's strong pressure.
For the past week, you've felt as if the hormonal rush of our teenage years had hit you twice as hard. The horny sensation that seemed never to leave your body. The heat lingering in your cheeks and chest, constantly bubbling deep within your lower belly.
Living with Satoru and Suguru was a mix of a nightmare and every lesbian's dream. They fucked almost every night, with soft whispers and giggles filling your small bedroom, as if you weren't even there.
But they knew you were.
They knew because every night, Satoru whispered, "She looks so pretty when she sleeps," and your name, softly spoken by Suguru while she was climaxing, kept echoing in your ears.
Their pants and moans and cries, with the nasty squelch echoing off the wooden walls, when Suguru was eating Satoru's drenched pussy with wet smacks.
And as you lay with your back turned their way, facing the wall, you simply couldn't help but let your hand slowly fall between your thighs.
To push the muffled breaths into your pillow, while fingers rolled the plump clit. To allow yourself to get aroused, wretched, upon hearing their soft moans and cries. Suguru's fingers slipping deep inside Satoru's pussy. Satoru changing their positions, to press her drenched folds to Suguru's. Lips wrapping around her full breasts, tongue swirling around her nipple, as her hips moved.
The squelching friction of their cunts rolling against each other made your head spin. Your fingers rolled the clit harder, thighs clenched at the sheer thought of feeling their tongues, fingers, lips on your body.
Oh, you truly hoped they couldn't see your body writhing in the darkness of your shared room, with your bed neatly tucked into the dimmest corner. And thank fucking God.
Their climax always sounded lovely. Almost too sugary, with the softest moans slipping past their lips, when they both cummed in each other's wet, sweating embrace.
The room was filled with nothing but the smell of their arousal, pinching your spine as you let yourself cum too. Shyly, silently, as if you didn't want them to know how badly you wanted to join.
But your virgin mind was simply too… shy to ask. Horny? Oh, dearest, you've never felt as horny as you have over the past week. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to agree to Satoru's repeated offers to join your beds.
To allow Suguru wrap her arms around your waist, when she was slipping behind you in the kitchen.
Their touch set your body aflame, and most of the time you simply tried to wriggle yourself out of it.
And then, during one evening, you might have spilt a few intimate details about yourself, setting in motion a chain of consequences that would soon spin your whole world.
When all the camp counsellors met by the fireplace, with a light wine and food, simply enjoying spending your time together.
Yuki, Choso, Nanami, your two nasty swimming teachers, Shoko and even Utahime too. A sweet camp cook, who always left a few extra cookies for you on the side.
"Oh, you're a virgin?" Satoru was almost dumbfounded, and Suguru slightly smacked the back of her head.
"As if there's anything wrong with it!" She said, already a bit tipsy.
"Of course there's nothing wrong with it," Satoru hummed. "You just don't look like the type."
Oh, truly, because from your perspective, it couldn't be clearer that all their soft touches and whispers were driving you absolutely mad.
"Well, I'll take it as a compliment then. I never had a, you know. A chance," your tongue was already overly loose, yet mind too tipsy to stop the blabbering.
You didn't mean to reveal this secret. Not with all the women who were forcing you to act like a horny teenage boy.
But the atmosphere was sweet, Suguru placed soft circles on your lower back, and Satoru sat on the grass, leaning against your legs, as you sat on the thick log.
"Never had a boyfriend?"
Fire kissed her pale cheeks gently, casting a soft glow on the side of her face. Crystal eyes looked up, gazing at your plush lips twisting into an awkward smile.
"No, I've never had… a girlfriend," your eyes fell down your slippers, fingers tugging on the soft end of your hoodie. "I come from a small town, so it was difficult to find anyone."
Because all the other lesbians lived in secret, just waiting for a chance to leave for their studies, just as you did. Even at university, finding love still seemed quite difficult.
You weren't sure if the issue was yourself or just that you hadn't met a woman who would truly set your heart aflame.
Well, at least until now.
An awkward silence stretched among you all, and you groaned, feeling utter embarrassment that those new people knew about your little secret. Dearest heavens, you shouldn't drink with them again.
With head hanging between your shoulders, you stared down at Satoru’s cheeky face. Slightly curled lips, eyes shining wickedly, as Suguru squeezed your thigh.
"At least you'll be the one who survives if the killer gets us," Yuki suddenly chuckled, pushing a soft marshmallow into her mouth.
You furrowed, looking between all the other people who groaned. Choso shook his head, while Toji only sighed, taking another can of beer.
“What killer?” you asked, looking at Nanami.
The only reliable one, always mostly polite, acting in an almost gentlemanly way. She sighed and shook her head.
"Well, there's a story going on. About the guy who drowned here as a child because of the counsellors' negligence. He supposedly lives somewhere in these woods, killing the staff and campers," she said softly, yet the fire smouldering her cheeks gave her an eerie aura. The one washing cold shivers down your spine. Seeing your twisted face, Nanami chuckled. "Don't worry, it's just a fable. As you can see, we're all alive."
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling Satoru wriggle by your legs. Her head fell back on your knees, hair scattering around the milky forehead as she winked.
"Don't worry, sweets, I'll protect you."
Your eyes rolled, yet fingers clenched tighter on the log's edge.
"No, he's alive. I know it. And you should be happy you're a virgin, because virgins always survive in slashers," Yuki stuck out her tongue, tipsy head falling onto Choso's shoulder as she posed as dead.
Utahime, sitting on the ground in a similar way to Satoru and allowing Shoko to brush her hair, pinched Yuki's calf.
"Stop blabbering! You're scaring the shit out of me."
You chuckled, yet a sudden thought slipped into your mind. Your forehead visibly wrinkled, fingers tapped on the log, as Satoru looked at you from below.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" She asked, while Suguru tucked a lock of your hair behind the ear.
"Well," you started, tilting your head. "Virgins survive, but gays always die first. So if the killers come, most of us will be their first target."
Another thread of silence stretched between a few people seated around the bonfire. The evening was deep, slipping slowly into night. Moonlight crept through the thick trees, and the lake settled into a peaceful slumber, allowing a few frogs to sit on the warm stones and chirp like crickets among the bushes. Crickets sang a soft melody, mingling with the fire's gentle crackle.
Yuki furrowed her forehead, clearly thinking about your words.
"Oh, you may be right. So even if you are a virgin, you'll die anyway," she giggled, her head falling drunkenly down Choso's thighs.
He sighed, brushing away the blond locks of her cheeky face and covering her tighter with a blanket.
Nanami shook her head, slowly rising. "Well, fortunately, there's no killer and no one has to die. It's just an old fable to scare the children," she shot you a smile. "Let's use it tomorrow on all the naughty brats trying to slip out of the cabins past curfew, hm?"
With that being said, the evening has ended. With Choso taking Yuki on his back, Shoko wrapping her arm around Utahime's shaking shoulder, Toji and Sukuna going back to their own cabin, while Satoru took her sweet time before slowly rising.
Suguru's cheek pressed softly against your shoulder, her gentle breath brushing you, creating a warm, soothing mist of her sweet aura around you.
"Don't worry, we won't let you die a virgin," she giggled, nuzzling herself closer against your arm.
And back then, while allowing Satoru to help you stand up from a log and wrap her arm around your and Suguru's shoulders, you had no idea how prophetic her words would turn out to be.
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Another week passed before all the camp counsellors gathered again. This time, inside the warm cabin, as the rain and storm danced over the towering trees, the midnight sky lit up here and there, with a deep, rumbling sound carried through the air.
This time, Satoru and Suguru stayed in your cabin, as if hoping to enjoy a bit of time alone. You left the house gladly, without even looking over your shoulder, shaking off the sticky warmth creeping up your neck with a tremble.
And up to your surprise, Sukuna and Toji also decided to skip the meeting.
"I think they caught a cold after morning swimming class," Nanami waved her hand. "They'll be fine, don't worry."
You nodded, plumping down on the brown sofa.
The gentle flicker of warm lamps lit the small room as you allowed yourself to relax and grow tipsy in the company of other staff. With Nanami, as usual, nodding with a smile and sipping wine; Yuki blabbering about all the embarrassments from previous years; Choso adding a few snippets of his own; and Shoko and Utahime busy with themselves.
Shoko wrapping the girl's hair around her finger, a grey smoke wrapping around Utahime's squirming nose.
A honeyed warmth filled your body, with the red wine trickling down your throat. Fogging your mind in an utterly pleasurable, almost balmy way, a feeling dangerously close to everything that pinched your body on those nights. When Satoru's tongue worked on Suguru's pussy more deliciously than usual, with the raven-haired girl's moans kissing your ears.
"Hm, I think it's time to do a quick round," Nanami sighed, looking outside into the heavy, rainy night.
Before she could stand, you pressed a palm to her thighs, sitting her back down. "You should rest. I'll go, don't worry."
Her chestnut eyes held yours for a moment before she nodded in thanks and let you slip into the warm storm. With an umbrella over your head and a flashlight in hand, you set out on the last evening walk.
Checking whether the kids didn't try to leave their cabins or spend the night with their friends. Whether the sixteen-year-old didn't have a foolish idea of slipping into the nearby woods to get drunk on cheap beers they managed to slip into their backpacks – you've been there and done that too, after all – or whether all the lights were off.
The crystal droplets bounced gently off the umbrella, sinking into the drenched, muddy earth. You walked slowly, humming softly, allowing yourself to breathe in the fresh, woody smell.
"Oh!" you gasped, slipping on something. Muggy, moist, sticking to your already wet shoes. "Ew, what is–"
But when the soft light fell to the ground – your throat tightened. Your heart throbbed, as if something heavy were hitting it with a hammer weighing a ton. The raspy breath was muffled by the heavy pattering rain as you stared at the crimson liquid pooling beneath your feet.
Carrying a metallic fragrance that tickled your nose in most unpleasing manner.
Your hand trembled, letting the umbrella slip into the muggy pool, light falling sharply on the bloody trail that led you deeper into the forest.
You shouldn't go.
Of course you shouldn't.
But what if one of the children was attacked? What if they needed your help? A weak, reckless child who came upon something, someone treacherous, hiding deep within the murky woods.
There's a story going on…
A wave of shivers ran down your spine, breath again slipped in a shudder.
"Fuck," you muttered, brushing droplets from your forehead with the back of your hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Rain drenched your skin, hair stuck to cheeks, as you slowly walked into the woods. Following the crimson trail that seeped deep into the mud, mingling with the rain and dirt, yet still letting you see the faint traces of the shining, burgundy droplets.
The trees seemed to draw closer, as if wishing to trap you inside. Lock you within the crooked branches, wrapping your hair around their petal leaves.
The faint traces of blood marked moist earth, before something else appeared.
Something black and silky, and soon you noticed it was the hair. Dark locks sticking to the pale skin, falling over the pale cheeks and slashed lips.
Toji.
And right next to her, a sprawled body with long, pink hair wrapping around the creamy skin, covering half of the crimson-stained face, so similar in colour to Sukuna's beautiful eyes.
A sharp cry fell past your lips. Your hand pressed to your lips as a thought of a murderer still being somewhere around quickly flashed through your mind.
How is it possible that no one heard the screams? Could the rain truly be that heavy, muffling the cries of your friends? After spending two weeks together in close company – friends, could they be?
You wished to touch them. To see where the blood was coming from. Whether it was still possible to save them.
But instead, with feet slipping on the sloppy mix of mud and blood, you ran back towards the camp. Specifically, your cabin, as you rumbled through the door and locked it tight behind you.
Drenched, terrified, with shaking hands and shuddered breath, you ran through the little hallway before storming into your bedroom.
"They're dead!" you cried, yet a second later a soft, "Oh" quickly joined.
You forgot why Satoru and Suguru stayed back. Why exactly you decided to leave the cabin.
As both of them were now sprawled naked on their connected beds, Suguru's thighs wide open, head slightly lolling to the side, fingers buried in Satoru's hair.
Satoru lying between Suguru's thick thighs, pushing them even wider, to lap through the drenched, swollen folds of her glistening pussy.
She looked over her shoulder with cheeks smeared in Suguru's cum, shooting you a sly smile. "Hi sweetie. What did you say?"
The familiar warmth started bubbling in your belly. Mixing with a dread, a shaken soul, a heart that wished to race out of the ribcage. The picture of Toji's and Sukuna's dead bodies merged with a full view of Suguru's sweet, dripping pussy.
Oh, you were a horrible person.
Horrible, horrible, horrible.
Egotistic and wicked and blinded by the horniness that was building up within your body for the past few weeks.
Both women stared at you with slightly tilted heads. The room was thick with their sweat and breath, a fog that clung to the windows, smooching them with creamy kisses.
"I want you to fuck me," slipped suddenly. "Both of you."
Satoru's lips fell open, crystal eyes slightly bulging. Suguru raised her eyebrows before she cleared her throat. "Sweetheart, did anything happen?"
But you didn't answer.
No, instead your shirt fell to the floor with a wet splash. Short followed soon after, before you finally took off the bra, allowing your soft breasts to spill past the lost cups.
You didn't know where the sudden confidence came from, yet the conversation from a week earlier hit you like a hammer. If you were meant to die anyway, there was no way in hell you would die a virgin.
So you joined them on the bed on all fours. Slowly drawing closer to Suguru's wicked, lavender eyes, before stopping right in front of her face.
The beauty unmatched, kissed by a thousand divine goddesses. With lips in a pout, bewitching gaze squinting into a kitty-like shape, as you placed a hand on her delicate cheek. Gliding your thumb over her lower lip, savouring the cosy warmth radiating from her sun-kissed skin.
"What are you waiting for?" She whispered, kissing your finger softly.
With a shuddering, deep breath, you pressed yourself against her. Her sweet lips and moaning puffs drew you closer. Her tongue met yours, teeth clashed, and saliva dripped down your chin from the messy kisses filling the foggy room.
Satoru hummed, and before you could turn her way, strong fingers wrapped around your ankles. Quickly pulling you away from Suguru's lips, turning you on your back, only to put you back into the same position. With thighs pressed to your chest, glistening pussy wide open for Satoru's beastly maw.
"Don't mind me," she giggled, lowering herself down to take a deep, groany smell of your cunt. "I'm going to make out with her."
Suguru sat beside you, looking down at your shocked, already dizzy face. With hair scattered across the pillow and slightly lidded eyes, she slipped her hand to brush your breasts.
"Hm, do you want to try too?" She asked, rolling your perked nipple between her fingers.
"Try wh–ah!" A cry fell past your lips when Satoru fully pressed her tongue to your pussy.
A feeling... impossible to describe. Nothing could ever match your poor attempt to pleasure yourself with those pitiful fingers of yours. The numerous toys you kept tightly hidden beneath your bed – vibrators that never satisfied, warming lubricants that yearned to mimic the true heat of Satoru's delicate tongue.
She hummed, sending trembles deep into your pussy and pushing another cry past your throat. Suguru giggled, drawing closer to peck your cheek.
"Do you want to eat me out?" she whispered, peppering your fallen lips with kisses. "I'm already so wet for you, sweetheart. Can I sit on your face?"
Oh, you dreamed only of feeling her thighs wrap around your cheeks. Feel her warmth close to your face, and you nodded. Her lips curled into a cheeky smile before she lowered herself over your face. Hands gripping the bed's wooden frame, cushy thighs brushing your cheeks.
"Stick out your tongue, sweetheart," she said, seeing you obediently do so. With sparkles of awe shining in your eyes as you looked at the woman hovering right over your face. "Mmm, such a good girl. Now, be gentle, ahh."
The moment her pussy met your tongue, something beneath your belly burst. She tasted simply like skin, with a slightly musky scent of sweat, yet your eyes rolled back at the sweetness spilling over your tongue. The sheer fact that you could finally taste her made your head spin, fingers clenching on her thighs to pull her closer.
Satoru chuckled, sucking on your clit softly. Licking, slurping, kissing the softness of your drenched pussy the same way you did it with Suguru's. One of her long, pale fingers poked your fluttering hole, pushing it gently through the tight walls.
"Sorry sweets, next time I'll use my strap," she hummed, feeling the plush clench around her fingers.
Suguru moaned softly as you sucked on her clit the same way Satoru sucked yours. In fact, you tried to mimic everything you felt. The slurps and smooches and nasty squelch, when her juices trickled down your tightened throat. Your moans hit her core whenever Satoru pressed her face closer to your pussy.
"Mhm, she's going to fuck both of us, one after another. What do you think, sweetheart?" Suguru brushed a few stray locks from your forehead, giggling at the deep furrow between your brows. "Oh my, so–ah–focused. Am I that good?"
So fucking good. So, so, so good, you wanted to say, but instead moaned loudly right into the plush of her pussy.
Your hands slipped up, tracing the smoothness of her thighs, hips, and belly, before finally cupping her heavy breasts. The flesh spilled between your fingers, with nipples just begging to be pinched, and you did so with genuine pleasure.
Nothing, really, brought you more pleasure than watching Suguru's body writhe in bliss on top of yours. Her hips moved against your tongue, head slightly tilted back, allowing raven locks to cascade down her back. Soft fingers gripped the bed frame as she began chasing the rising heat in her belly.
And you did it too, with tears swirling beneath your lids, as Satoru found your sweet spot. And, oh, she used this to her utmost wicked pleasure, massaging it with two long fingers, while licking your sweet, leaking cunt. With a cheeky smile of satisfaction tugging on her lips, seeing your belly rise and fall faster. Thighs clench around her head, hips rolling against her tongue.
"You're so close, sweets. Aren't you?"
You couldn't say anything. Not with Suguru's hips straddling your face, her warmth fully pressed to your starving mouth.
"Satoru, she's–ahh fuck–a bit busy," her velvety voice echoed somewhere from over your head, but you didn't notice.
In fact, you couldn't register anything, completely enwrapped by the pleasure coursing through your body. Your focus was solely on cumming and making Suguru climax, as you gently increased the pressure on her clit. Your tongue flicked inside her pussy, fingers rolling erect nipples, until she finally stilled on your face.
Her body shaking from pleasure, as you joined her with a pitiful moan. Letting yourself cum all over Satoru's face, as her strong arm pressed your belly to keep your wriggling hips in place. Giving your folds one last lick before slipping higher.
And higher, kissing the plush of your belly, the mound of your breasts, and when Suguru slipped herself off your drenched face, connecting her lips with yours.
"You did so well, sweets," she murmured, cupping your cheek. "Such a good girl."
She kissed you slowly, sweetly, much lighter than Suguru. With body pressed to yours, thigh between your wet legs. When she pulled away, a long stripe of crystal saliva connected your swollen lips.
Suguru cupped Satoru's cheeks and pulled her into a short kiss, swallowing each other's laughs and giggles.
You watched them with pure bliss and heavy breaths. Their naked bodies embraced one another with a passion you'd never had, yet you were ready to accept if only they wished to share it.
"How about we take care of Satoru together, hm?" Suguru asked, lavender eyes looking down at your dreamy face.
With a soft nod, you sat, letting Satoru fall down the plush pillows with a soft laugh.
"I'm fine, trust me," she said, yet watched you and Suguru slowly kiss down her body with a twinkle in her crystal eyes. "I'm–ah, fuck."
A low moan escaped her throat when your lips wrapped around one of her nipples, while Suguru took care of the other. Kissing, pinching, and sucking it gently before you started going down.
And down, through the lean, muscular belly and creamy hips, as you slowly spread her legs open. White pubes tickling your nose as you nuzzle your cheek into the mound of her pussy.
"How could I not return your kindness?" you giggled, watching a smile tug on Satoru's lips.
"Oh? And how do you plan to do that, hm?" She bit down on her lower lip, watching two beautiful, completely wet naked women nuzzle themselves between her spread thighs. "My sweet girls, next time remind me to bring a camera. Fuck, I would hang your photo over my–nghh."
Fluffy hair fell back as both you and Suguru started lapping through her folds. The saliva dripping from your tongue mixed with her creamy cum, as you both slurped on the wetness of her cunt.
Satoru looked down, another low, "Fucking hell," slipping past her lips.
As both you and Suguru started kissing right over her fluttering cunt. Licking her folds clear, before pressing your lips into one, as if wishing to taste Satoru's cum off your tongues. Sucking, drinking, moaning right into your throats, before going back to Satoru's pussy and lapping her with nasty squelch.
Your fingers pressing into her fluttering hole, brushing the soft, clenching walls till finally pressing something soft.
Something that forced a loud sigh past Satoru's lips and spread her thighs even wider. In a desperate need to feel her two beautiful girls get sugar high over her glistening cunt.
"Fuck, I'm close," she whispered, brushing away your and Suguru's locks from your faces. "So good, oh god, my sweet girls, you make me feel s-so good."
You sucked on her clit with a soft moan, hand already slipping down your body to press the swollen clit. Suguru thrusted her fingers in an almost brutal manner, yet still pressing onto Satoru's sweet spot with softness.
"Come for us, baby," she whispered, her lavender eyes catching the crystal, blurring gaze. "Show us how good we make you feel. Our sweetheart has been working so hard to pleasure you, hm?"
Your eyes twinkled at seeing Satoru's face filled with pure pleasure. Small breasts heaving with rapid breaths, eyes half-closed, abdomen tightening to release the final droplets of creaminess, before a loud, sweet moan echoed in your ears.
Her cunt clenched on your and Suguru's fingers, a gush of liquid cum splashing all over your faces.
And together with Satoru's moans… something else crashed.
The door to your bedroom opened with a thud.
"Fuck, you already started?"
Something in your chest clenched. A sudden dread washed over you as you slowly looked over your shoulder to see no one but Toji and Sukuna. With a few traces of crimson still coating their faces, their hair fell wetly over their shoulders.
Seeing your bulging eyes, Sukuna chuckled. "Surprise, sweets."
You looked between her and Toji, your throat tight, before turning back to Satoru. An innocent, pouted smile twisted her lips, but it reminded you of a rather devilish creature.
"Listen, we just wanted to play a little prank."
Yet before you could say anything, someone's strong fingers settled on your hip. Perking them up, another hand pressed against your shoulders. With a slight turn, you noticed Sukuna taking off her wet top, while Toji was already looking down at your glistening cunt.
"Yeah, yeah, trick or treat, or whatever. I've been waiting too long for it, so how about you relax and let us take care of you, hm?"
An outcast you rejected a while ago, who stalked you, killed for you, only to be stabbed by you on the beach... well... an outcast you rejected a year ago is still ready to beg for your attention!
a drabble to this story, because you begged...
˖ꨄ ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Stalker/Killer!Suguru Geto x Slutty!Reader ꒱
˖ꨄ ݁˖ content & warning: ꒰ mdni 18+ :: heavy smut :: set in 80s :: psycho stalker suguru :: yandere :: obsessive behaviour :: emo Suguru :: minx reader :: she's so mean :: sex in the bathroom stall :: blowjob :: oral sex :: creampie :: blood :: blood licking :: teasing :: belly bulges :: womb hitting :: miserable suguru :: wicked reader :: she's literally giving him and HEAD ache ;)) ꒱
˖ꨄ ݁˖ words: ꒰ 2k ꒱
His blood coated your hands. Thighs, cheeks, seeping through the tight dress and still-drenched panties.
The hot water dripped down your breasts as a soft melody bounced off the misty tiled walls. Alcohol and adrenaline mingled with a wicked desire that still buzzed deep within your mind, coating your thighs with a sheen of slick. Your folds still swollen, his cum dripping down your hole as you didn't raise it off.
With slightly lidded eyes and water smooching your bare arms, you heard someone fiddling with the door. Before something heavy rolled in, heavy, painful breath filled the fogged bathroom. The familiar groan from the moments before, slightly muffled against the heavily dripping water.
A low giggle slipped past your lips as you heard his heavy footsteps coming towards your stall.
"Hm, how did you get here so fast?" you asked, rubbing your body with a sweet body wash. "I don't think you would walk that far on this leg."
Suguru chuckled, pressing his forehead against the door. A low groan slipped past his lips as the sugary scent of your body tickled his bloody nostrils.
"I have my–ngh–ways, baby," he said, feeling the slashing pain pulse deep in his thigh. "Next time, if you don't want me to follow you–ahh– back, you should aim for my Achilles tendon."
A sweet chuckle slipped past your lips, and Suguru groaned, feeling how the lovely melody of your voice quickly wrapped around his leaking cock. He was sweating maddeningly, with painful droplets beading his neck and his eyes slightly lidded with pain.
You heard his growls and breathing from behind the door. The pain and pleasure filled his body as he soon started fiddling with his jeans.
"B-baby, fuck, could you–"
He didn't finish, when you slowly opened the door.
Naked, foamed, hair curling around your wet shoulders, eyes flicking up and down his miserable body with a cheeky grin.
"You don't look quite well, sweetheart," you murmured, grabbing his lip ring and pulling it harshly. "Are you perhaps in pain?"
His head shook, lavender irises turning hearts, as he let out a shuddering breath. Leaning down to match your eye level. Your hand slowly took off his leather jacket and shirt before fiddling with a belt. Fingers brushing the fat bulge straining his jeans, before you giggled again.
"That's good, sweetheart. If you were in pain, I would need to postpone your reward for another day," you popped one button, unzipping his fly. The jeans fell to the filthy floor, joining the rest of the drenched clothes.
Long, raven hair curled around his handsome cheeks as he watched your movements with a slight grin.
"What r-reward?" he pushed, trying to hide the pain that was almost twisting his face. "Fuck, baby, what reward do you have for me?"
You hummed, dropping down to your knees. Hitting the wet tiles, as the hot droplets still coated your skin. Suguru pressed his back against the closed door, groaning lowly at the sheer sight of your lovely cheeks.
"A little something for still coming back to me."
You looked oh so wickedly lovely. With the warmth caressing your swollen lips and eyes slightly fogged by the maddening desire. Hottish droplets dripped down your velvety skin, lips pouted as you placed a sweet kiss over his clothed cock.
"Acting as if you hate me, while getting yourself wet over my cock, huh?" He tried to chuckle, but you quickly dug your nail into his wound.
A painful cry filled the foggy room. His head lolled to the side, eyes shooting the most devoted promises right at your wickedly grinning face.
"I would think twice before saying anything, you psycho," you giggled, sliding down his brieds.
Fat, leaking cock smooched your cheek, leaving a thread of precum all over your skin. You let it stick to his abdomen before nuzzling your cheek against his open, pulsing wound.
"That looks quite bad, sweetheart," you muttered, giving it a sweet lick.
Suguru shuddered, his cock pulsing from the sheer sight of your lips wrapping around the nasty wound you gave him yourself.
"Mhm, it's not bad."
You raised an eyebrow. "Oh, truly? You wouldn't mind getting the same in the other thigh?"
Suguru bit the inside of his cheek, fighting the urge to press your soft lips against his cock. His fingers curled and straightened, eyes wickedly wet, as he noticed the way your back curved on the tiled floor.
"Would that make you happy?" he asked in a low groan as you pressed against his wound again. "Fuck, baby, be care–"
"Yes, sweetheart," you said, licking it again before pressing your nose into his tight, restrictive balls. You gently caught one with your teeth and kissed it softly. "That would make me very happy. But if you piss me off again, I will carve my name onto your chest."
His eyes squinted, head tilted, and you knew that he, in fact, wouldn't mind it.
"You're nasty," you giggled, before licking the underside of his cock.
The pulsing, long vein that wrapped around it up till the red head, sucking gently on his stony shaft. Your fingers played with his balls, lips wrapped around the pulsing tip, as the musty smell fully curled around your senses. The mix of sweat, his cum and your juices as you quickly took him deep inside your throat.
Till your nose nestled in his pubic hair, squinted eyes locked on him for a long time. His fingers brushed a few strands of your damp hair before gripping your head firmly at the back.
You moaned, feeling the pulsing need that almost ripped your pussy apart. Your fingers glided over your body, caressing the sensitive, perked nipples, then moved toward the swollen clit.
Your throat tightened around him in the most slutish, maddening way, and Suguru knew – oh, he knew – how many other men had the audacity to use you as he did.
"Have you moaned like a cheap whore for others too, baby?" He groaned, pinching your full cheek.
You pulled away, leaving a single thread between your lips and his cock, while rolling your hips against your fingers. With another hand pumping his slick shaft, you giggled.
"For each one of them. Moaning like a fucking slut and letting them cum deep down my throat," you kissed his swollen head, sucking it like the sweetest lollipop. "While another guy was fucking me from behind. Filling my filthy pussy wit–"
Suguru's lavender squinted in wrath.
He grabbed your hair more harshly, almost brutally, before pulling you back on his cock. Hitting the back of your throat with painful smooches, coating it in the sheer glean of precum.
You gasped raggedly as he used you with ruthless force, like a rag doll.
"It's okay, baby," he moaned, seeing how you started rolling your hips faster. Muffled cries tried to push past your throat, hitting his fat cock with trembling kisses. "It's okay, I forgive you. From now on, no one will fuck you whorish cunt, but me. Fuck–ah– try to pull another shit like that, and I will disembowel him right in front of your eyes."
His balls smooched your chin as he fully pushed your head away before quickly pulling it back in. Leaving you no space or chance to snap back.
And what irritated him the most was how you didn't gasp even once. Fuck. Your throat wrapped around him in a sinful manner, with your tongue pressed to the underside of his shaft, allowing it to slide smoothly.
Wicked, lovely eyes looked up at him from a curtain of wet lashes, fingers fiddling with your clit in desperate rolls.
When your other hand pinched his bleeding wound, he pushed you away with a hiss.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, hearing a sweet laughter slipping past your lips.
You didn't cough or cry. Instead, you simply stood up and turned around. With your palms against the wall and back slutty arched, you glanced over your shoulder.
"Well?" Your hips brushed his leaking cock. One arm slipped behind to pull your cheek open. "She's waiting for you. Come on, stuff me full, sweetheart, till I'll be sick from your–ahhh!"
A giggly moan escaped your wet lips as he pulled your hips with a brutal force. His tip was ready to burst, and it seemed like you were on the edge too. With clit already pulsing and your head falling back, you started sliding yourself down on his cock. Hips hitting his, back of thighs pressed to his, before you felt his blood soak your skin.
"Fuck, as tight as before. Baby, you have a fucking virgin pussy," he groaned, feeling your walls give him a few short squeezes.
You wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him closer. Your back arched painfully as his shaft pressed deep inside your still-stuffed belly.
"I can be your virgin if you want me to," you moaned to his lips, biting down on lip ring. The metal tasted sweet, almost bloody, after all the times you pulled it for the past few hours. "Do you like how tight my pussy is, hm? All drenched and dripping from your cum?"
One of his hands slips up your breasts, the other falls towards the swollen clit. He kneaed your body, rubbed all your folds, and used the sticky blood to play nastily with your pulsing bud, rolling the sweetest moans from your throat.
"All mine," he licked your lower lip. "All fucking mine. I love you so much, baby. Fuck, slash my throat, and I'll still come back to haunt you."
Your hips met his in painful, pleasuring hits. Heavy cock sliding deep inside your belly, till your pouch bulged with his fatness. He brushed all your sweetest spots, hit your womb still splashing with a nasty cum, ready to stuff you even fuller.
"I would–nghh–resurrect you and kill again, if you didn't," a crying moan slipped from your lips when he sucked on your jaw. Licking it sweet, leaving purple kisses all down the drenched skin, as he kneaded your tit with one hand, the other pinching your clit.
A splashing desire already filled your lower belly as he hit your swollen womb with brutal thrusts.
"Suguru, I–oh god–I love your cock so fucking much. Fuck, I'm going to cum," you cried, head falling back on his shoulder. "Gosh, fill me up. P-please, nghhh."
He chuckled, rolling your clit faster. Pumping his cock deeper, letting himself be wrapped by your soft, viper walls, till your pussy finally locked him in.
He shuddered, biting into your arm before flooding you with his cum. Ropes and ropes of thick cream, stuffing you full again until he noticed your little bulging pouch. Squealing with each thrust as he pushed the cum deeper.
"Fuck, baby, how about I'll make you a mommy, huh?" He muttered, feeling your soft cheek pressing against his shoulder. "You don't have to finish school, just–ah!"
Your nail dug into his bloody, nasty wound as you slid off his cock with a low tsk. With fingers clamped to his face, you turned his teary, pain-washed eyes to meet your gaze.
"Don't put stupid ideas into this filthy head of yours only because we fucked twice," your poison-lined tone wrapped sweetly around his blooming cheeks.
Suguru leaned against the door, a heartbreaking smile twisting his lips. "You don't plan to fuck with anyone else, hm?"
You took a towel hanging off the door, wrapping it around your body. He didn't comment on the fact that you didn't clean your leaking pussy, fully stuffed with his cum.
"I don't know," you said softly, noticing a flash of anger in lavender eyes. "We'll see how useful you'll be. And don't tell anyone about us, or I might have to tie you up and fuck another guy right in front of your eyes."
And with the last, cheeky smile, you left him in the bathroom stall. Alone, trembling, yet with a heart swelling with the truly enraging love.
Just a little something, but honestly, I love their dynamics so much that now I'm thinking about the reader fucking with another guy in front of tied Suguru...
The Sun God had never been in love. Until he saw a lovely nymph, whose beauty made his heart race with a feeling impossible to capture in the loveliest words. Until he was struck by Cupid's arrow of love, sending his mind spiralling into an obsessive lust. Until he decided to... soothe you a bit, like a true, filthy scum. But well, Satoru Gojo was truly just a man in maddening love!
included in tales, myths, romances
˖𖤓 ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Apollo!Gojo Satoru x Nymph!Reader ꒱
˖𖤓 ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18 + :: Greek Mythology AU :: half mythologically accurate :: MY WIFE FEMJO MENTIONED :: yandere Gojo Satoru :: obsessiveness :: possessiveness :: virgin reader :: masturbation :: strong reader :: she's also meannn :: Satoru is a SCUM in love :: drugging (with aprodisiac) :: lose of virginity :: Suguru is a scum too :: we're fucking on the beach :: posessive sex :: breeding :: mating press :: oral sex :: pussydrunk Satoru ꒱
˖𖤓 ݁˖ words: ꒰ 11.4k ꒱
˖𖤓 ݁˖ notes: I need to learn how to write short fics, because it was supposed to be 6k. Anyway, it is half-mythologically accurate, as I, of course, added a few changes. There's not much said in mythology about Daphne's (nymph's) character, so I played with it a bit. Enjoy!
The common truth seemed to be that Apollo had been stricken by the wicked arrow of love by Cupid himself.
During the fight of sorts, Apollo, always so proud and pugnacious, killed the serpent Python. He slew him with a thousand arrows as the beast wrought devastation across the lush lands of mankind.
And so the God defeated it grandly, with his handsome cheeks and eyes kissed by the Mother Sea itself, shining majestically beneath the golden rays of the Mediterranean sun.
The end of the story it could be, yet the God of Music and Poetry and Sun, to put it bluntly, did not know how to shush a cheeky mouth of his that boasted round and round.
One day, flushed with foolish pride, he saw a God of Love, Eros, bending his bow, arrow drawn taut. A boy of young age who seemed too sweet not to tease, and as Apollo was known for his wicked, playful mind, he poked the little divinity with a laugh.
A laugh it was supposed to be, yet he went too far.
He joked a few too many times, laughing at how Eros shouldn't handle a weapon reserved only for the truest men. After all, who killed the serpent Python if not Apollo himself?
He had every right to be arrogant, yet the Gods and Goddesses couldn't stand the wicked smirk and unwavering haughtiness that always clouded his mind. He was beautiful and sleek, yet no one on Olympus's peak could ever match his arrogance and boldness.
Apollo was powerful, yet Eros was unkind. After he poked and played and had his fun, Apollo left Eros alone in the forest, giving him no mind. He didn't know, however, that the God of Love would prove far more wicked than he had thought.
As with his hurt pride, Eros plucked a few creamy feathers from his wings and prepared two arrows. They were completely different, one creating love, the other banishing it entirely. A savage decision, truly, yet how could a prideful man of Eros's sort leave Apollo without the fruit of his wrath?
So he drew the arrow of love and shot it right through his bones. Letting it seep deep and gravely, spreading the lustful obsession of the most wicked charm. The utterly deadly one, making one obsessed and wretched over the darling of their desires.
Usually, his arrows were meant to strike those who wished to be deeply in love. Yet, as the rage was ravaging Eros's mind, he decided to make Apollo the most obsessed yet unhappy man in the entire world.
As for the other one, meant to banish the love, he shot at the daughter of the River's God.
The most beautiful nymph of all, with a face carved by the waves themselves. A chin utterly kind and cheeks wholly sweet, as eyes carried a gentleness of petals' peppered kisses. A wild birdie she was, basking carefree beneath the searing sun, as she lay and drank and danced without giving a mind to no mankind nor other little divinities. Nothing plagued her cheeky mind, and no worry could ever haunt her velvety forehead.
After all, she was the River God's most precious child, and he allowed her everything, guided by a parent's blissful love.
Her giggle bloomed in the nearby trees, and tender gaze lit the powdery midnight sky. A true beauty of utterly rare sight, so impossible it seemed too not be caught in Apollo's sight!
The God of Sun and Music and Poetry had never been in love. He enjoyed the bodily pleasures rather often, yet had never come upon a thing so deadly and wicked called love.
He knew that Gods and mortals joyed in it with the passion seething in their blood – for there were Hades and his Persephone, Aphrodite and Ares, even Orpheus and Eurydice, too, although it seemed that love of humankind was of a rather cruel sort.
Apollo, or, well, Satoru Gojo, as his true name was, never gave it much thought. The Goddesses and Gods were utterly beautiful, true, yet none of them had ever made his heart race with the swell and tenderness that all the poets wrote of.
He had never felt this tickling pinch his spine, nor the sudden blissful pain puncturing through his heart. No lover had ever bewitched his soul in an almost maddening way, and so he thought that the thing called love was simply not a part of his fate. Even if, that was rather fine too.
And yet… the serpents of fate are wicked.
Another summer evening it was, while Dionysus threw a joyous party as Gods usually liked to do. With wine spilling all over the golden cups and jolly laughter swirling through the tall grasses of the midnight land.
Gods there were of all sorts – trees and rivers and plants, each with loveliest offspring too, joined the grand feast.
It happened thirty moons or so before Eros shot Satoru with an arrow of maddening love. One evening, when the God who devoted his mind to no one set his eyes on… you.
A Goddess? Dearests, no.
As if you were the Goddess, he would fear that Aphrodite, driven by jealousy, would quickly pluck your eyes out. For the moment you entered the banquet held on the hidden beach, where waves rolled in deep foams, and moonlight spilt its cold kisses onto the heavy stones, Satoru needed to hold his breath.
This feeling, which he had read – written – about so often, suddenly bloomed in the swells of his heart. His hand flew towards his chest, crumpling the ivory tunic that covered the sizzling skin. His mind was struck, as if by a trickery spell, making him lose interest in the men and women chirping by his side.
The lyre in his hands felt heavy as he plucked the crystal strings, producing an unpleasant tone. But how could he not, if his eyes were devouring a beauty he'd never seen before?
And that evening, he followed you like a lost pup. With an ocean gaze lingering longer on the swells of your body, wrapped in a flimsy dress, and on your sweet cheeks, giggling foxily as the salty breeze smooched them. The flicker of the candles peppering long tables cast a lovely flame upon your skin, basking it in gold and warmth, as he imagined licking it clean.
Satoru Gojo was a poet too. A God of Poetry, after all, yet his mind was miserably empty whenever he tried to put your beauty into words. No one had ever shone brighter than you, and no giggle forced this weird, foreign feeling to seep through the marrow of his ribcage.
He was always responsible for the music and jolly, while his dearest friend Dionysus spilt the wine into guests' cups. The merry atmosphere tickled him in a pleasant way, and the mere thought of going back to one of his temples with a few little birdies forced a cheeky smile upon his brazen lips.
The women, Goddesses, and little divinities who didn't wish to be smooched by Satoru's muscular arms were indeed few. Yet the nymph who bewitched his mind in the utmost wretched way didn't bestow him with lovely eyes even once.
Dionysus noticed Apollo's frown crumbling, so he jumped to his side with a whisper, "Hm, isn't she your type, my dearest God?"
Satoru glanced at the slyness on Suguru's lips and bit the inside of his soft cheek. "That's the problem. And yet it seems I'm not quite hers."
Suguru pushed a raven lock of his hair back behind his ear, and lavender eyes oogled your giggling body with a slight grin. "Do you wish me to give her a bit of my special wine?"
The special wine was simply spiked with an aphrodisiac. Some Gods loved to use it to heighten their own sexual pleasure, while others too… made the object of their desires a bit mellow. A bit more balmy and sweet, and so Satoru already imagined your body melting beneath his fingers as he held it dearly within his delicate grasp.
Feeding you the special wine would be easy. And yet, Satoru didn't wish to be a bastard.
"Oh, but you are," Suguru chuckled, sensing the thought in his friend's mind. "I don't think there's any God more selfish than you."
Satoru knew it was the truth, for his character was rather… oh well… let's simply say he wasn't known to be the kindest and most lovable pick among the women. The most beautiful one? Surely. The best in offering sexual pleasures? Indeed. Yet he was the most arrogant bastard on the Mountain's peak, and every creature living beneath the Midetarrean sun knew of it far and well.
You most likely knew it too, so that's why the stars bouncing off your eyes did not look his way even for a second.
His head fell against Suguru's shoulder, the heavy wine coating his tongue with a sweet taste. His mind buzzed with a clash of drunken and desperate thoughts, a pulsing desire already flowing like liquid through his veins.
"I want to approach her in a nice way," he muttered, feeling Suguru's body tremble with wicked laughter.
"You can only dream, my God. She had rejected all attempts to woo her. The men and the Gods were rebuffed before they could grasp the weight of her eyes," Suguru hummed, feeling Satoru's head suddenly grow heavy on his shoulder.
"Is it her father's fault?"
Suguru shook his head. "The River God wishes for nothing more than to see his grandchildren's blooming cheeks. It's she who sniffs at all her suitors. After all, she is a virgin huntress, bound by Artemis's chastity laws." Satoru's head grew heavier. "You'd better forget about her, my God."
But how could he! His heart raced for no one but her. And even if she was a virgin beauty, Satoru didn't mind it at all, for he truly believed in the power of his charming soul. The arrogant confidence of the Sun God was truly impossible to dim!
And so that evening, Apollo decided to fulfil your father's deepest wish and become a man worthy of his daughter's hand. The one who would turn the virgin huntress into his most delicate, lovely petal.
At first, he began strolling around the meadows you usually spent your time in. Where the river curved and bent like a serpent's snake, and crystal droplets smooched your body, immersing you deep. You often sat with other sisters, and Satoru would approach you all with his foxed smile, dripping with a few sweetish words about your utter charm.
The other nymphs giggled, blushing gently at the lyricism spilling from his lips, as if the words of the most passionate, heart-throbbing kind were meant for them indeed. They looked at your unfazed face with a sly smile, knowing that their sister would reject Apollo's advances as she did with all her other suitors.
The Sun God knelt on the riverbank, looking down at your naked body hidden beneath the water's gentle swells. He could see nothing but the swell of your breasts, with perked nipples smooched by the river's kisses. You were meant to stay a virgin, true, but no one said you couldn't use the charms of yours to make the men spill miserably right beneath your feet.
So you glanced, for the first time, at God's idyllic face and waved your hand with a soft sigh. "I don't need your courtship, my God. There's nothing you can say that will force my mind to change. And to answer the question you most anticipate – no, I won't marry you."
Other suitors would back away instantly, feeling the intimidating air your glance carried across the lush plains. Your head tilted wickedly, lips curving into a playful beam, as if you knew the wretched state you always left them in.
Because a man's nature was to challenge his luck. Who didn't think that maybe their fate would be to change the virgin's mind? As all of them thought of you as the gentle, timid petal, not knowing that the virgin huntress was indeed a true beast hidden beneath the loveliest female cheeks!
But the Apollo, of course, couldn't be more turned on by your harsh rejection. The truth was that he almost didn't hear a word. No, instead he focused on the way your lips curved into a tricky smile. How crystalline droplets clung to your half-dipped breasts, with liquid sun spilling all over your warm skin. He traced them one by one, dripping from the damp hair and down the chest. His eyes seemed to be enamoured by your heavy gaze, slightly squinted and teasing, as if you already knew that your rejection would pinch his wretched heart.
And so a truthful, "My Goddess, you're ethereally beautiful with this wrath-wrinkle of yours," fell with his deep, obsessed sigh.
The nymphs gasped, covering their lips with gentle hands. Their mingling eyes glanced between your squinted gaze and the God's wretched sigh, as they awaited how this concern would unfold.
"I'm not a Goddess, and I don't need your praise," you said, your voice dripping with disinterest. "Find yourself another muse, my God. There's no need to waste your precious time on a simple nymph."
You bounced off the river's edge and swam to the other one, where the Sun God knelt. With the golden halo smooching his pale cheeks and ivory tunic crumpling on muscular shoulders. Feet clad in long, serpent sandals, golden laurel laying high on frosted head.
You've seen men of his sort, yet he was the first to look down on you with such a wretched gaze. Like a doomed lover, trapped in a circle of unrequited love, as if his heart had never swelled for any beauty but your gentlest soul.
He watched you carefully as you swam his way, unhurriedly, slowly. Water flowed over your body in soft waves, and warm wind shook the sole strings of your hair as it fell.
Your arms rested on the lush grass as you looked up at him through a curtain of wet lashes. "My God, I think it's time for you to go."
Satoru smiled – foxily, slyly, yet truthfully – before his hand reached out to cup your lovely cheek. You quickly pulled back, letting the tips of his fingers only catch a whisper of your soft lips.
His head tilted, a few creamy strands falling loosely over his straight brows. "I don't wish to hurt you, my Goddess." He grabbed the hem of his tunic. "I simply hope you'll grant me a chance."
He was kneeling, propping himself on his toes, as his fingers itched to grab a single lock of yours.
"I won't. I pledged Artemis my virginity. I'm a huntress, not your silly muse. Leave this place, or you'll taste the blood of my arrows."
And these words had indeed been bold, as all three realms of this world knew that no man had been more skilful in archery than Apollo himself.
If anyone else had spoken them in such a daring manner, the wrath of Apollo would bring painful consequences.
Yet when he heard it in this lovely yet viper-like tone of yours, a shiver ran down his spine. His hair stood on end as if electrified, and an ethereal aura smouldering around his figure suddenly intensified.
He wasn't afraid, oh surely no.
But rather, the swelling enamour, pinching his fingertips, washed over his heart. Your wicked personality wasn't an issue of any sort, but rather made the Sun God burn with an unexplainable desire. Heat that seeped down to his loins as he took a whistling breath.
"My Goddess, do you know who you're threatening to?"
You knew, of course, yet the urge to play with his boastful ego suddenly proved stronger than the choice to simply leave him be. You've met men like him before – too proud, too arrogant, the ones who'd never heard the word no. Yet of all you'd rejected, Apollo – Satoru Gojo – was the worst of all.
He was the Sun God, after all, who took satisfaction in the fact that the world, indeed, revolved around him. A personification of vanity and smugness, surpassing even Narcissus's pompous pride.
He knew what spell his wicked beauty cast over the nymph's petal cheeks. He knew the virgin maiden would fall for him most pitiably, needing only a single glance from his lustful eyes. His touch was soft, and his hands roamed over the women's tender bodies in the most loving way, yet never leaving them with the true tenderness that should fill his heart.
Satoru Gojo was a simple scum you wished to have nothing to do with. A cheeky smile tugged at your lips as you rested your arms on the river's edge and lifted half your body out of the water.
He didn't try to hide the ocean gaze, immediately snapping down towards your perked nipples, with crystal droplets dripping down the lush glass. Your head tilted, eyes turning kitty-like, as the blessed kisses of sunshine, of his sun, peppered your wet cheeks.
"To just yet another miserable man," fell almost mockingly, prompting a sudden movement around his hips. You've noticed it, and so you turned your lips into a disgusted grimace. "Go away, my God, and know my mercy. I won't be that nice next time."
You fully lifted yourself from the water, standing next to his kneeling body, naked. His gaze followed up your thighs, the mound of your pussy, the plush of your belly, tracing every crystalline line carving into your body. When it finally met your eyes, his throat bobbed.
"My Goddess, you're truly underestimating my feelings for you."
A scoff slipped past your lips as your eyes rolled. "For the God of Poetry, I expected more flowery words."
And so, ignoring whether he wished to say anything next, you simply passed him by. Going deeper into the woods, leaving the Sun God with nothing but the lingering fragrance of your blooming skin in the air, and the painfully, wickedly wretched pleasure bubbling in his loins.
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You truly thought that he would give up.
That the Sun God, like any other man, wouldn't wish to pursue a woman who looked at him with nothing but a deep scowl between her beautiful brows.
And yet, for the next thirty moons, he always seemed to be there. Somewhere around, following you like a shadow, with eyes and lips and mind always speaking loudly, giving you neither peace nor serenity among the quiet fields of your home.
Whenever you went hunting, his arrows sliced through the air faster than yours, striking the animals and beasts with power that crumbled the heavens themselves, and a gasp always slipped past your lips.
Quiet, voiceless, yet somehow leaving you speechless upon seeing the strength the Sun God possessed.
He found you every single day, appearing like a spectre by the riverbank, a bow slung over his muscular shoulder, gold and softly feathered, mingling beneath the rising sun.
"Where are we going today, my Goddess?" He jumped to your side with a smile, immediately sniffing the fresh, flowery scent that clung to your sparkling hair.
You gave him no mind, simply following deeper into the warm, moist woods. The sun was barely high, and so you watched the trees wake from the slumber's tight arms.
"I'm going for breakfast, and you can do whatever you want."
Yet you knew that no matter how mundane your day was, Satoru Gojo would follow you nonstop. Just to steal a glance at your lips as you wrapped them around the orange's sweetest juice, the sugary stickiness dripping down your blooming cheeks. To watch the way your back bent whenever you drew yet another deadly arrow. How muscles beneath your flimsy tunic worked, and the sweat bubbled at the back of your neck as he traced it with a hungry gaze.
A few weeks had to pass before you started to tolerate his daily company.
He still acted bold and proud, often boasting like a peacock right in front of your irritated eyes, yet tried to keep his hands away, even though you'd noticed how his fingers curled whenever your tunic brushed their tips.
But then one day… something had changed.
You didn't know what, but well, he did.
Eros's wicked arrow had struck his bones, making his gut leak with maddening love. He was aware of the wretched ache in his heart, yet only after being struck by a love-spell of sorts did something beastly unlock in his mind.
As for the arrow meant to banish love, Eros shot it towards Apollo's dearest one. As all the Gods on Olympus already knew of his wretched state, Eros played his dirty trick, ensuring that the sweetest nymph would never glance at Apollo again.
But… well. A man in such haunting love is truly a hellish creature himself.
When the love-bound arrow struck his back, he took it with a wicked pleasure. Yet, when he saw another one flying boldly towards the curve of yours, he grabbed it swiftly, before the leaking peak could ever brush your skin.
It was a sudden movement as he stepped closer, his hand shooting toward something over your shoulder.
It happened yet another day, as you both walked the serpentine paths through his temple's lush garden. There's a little cove I wish to show you. How about a quick dip? After spending a month in his presence, you sighed and nodded, as nothing gave you more wicked pleasure than seeing him lose his mind at the sight of your naked body in fresh mountain waters.
And so, while your tunic fell to the ground and a warm wind brushed your hair with a soft tickle, he suddenly stepped closer.
Too close. Before a sudden crack of splintering wood sounded behind you, he drew an arrow, his long fingers clenching it.
"What is it?" you furrowed, looking at the long wooden arrow crushed in his strong grip.
He threw it to the side, taking the ivory tunic off his body. "Nothing, probably someone's lost arrow. Give it no mind."
But how could you, when something deep in your chest panged? You were a huntress, after all, so how could you not notice an arrow slashing at your side? There was never a moment when you would let your guard down, and yet, being in Satoru's presence somehow pulled a blissful laziness to seep into your mind.
He was always there – looking, watching, carefully observing each of your moves. Swooshing away a few men who dared to approach your side while he kept his eyes on you for too long.
To tear their limbs apart and unleash plagues across their lands with a single arrow. Something… you didn't know about, since there was no need to trouble your sweet mind. To reveal a sinister side of him that would shatter the gradually improving image you held of him.
His mind was already wicked. Heart wrenched by the pull of love so strong that it seeped into him from the inside. So the moment the love arrow struck his back, the feelings he had tried to keep within his heart suddenly burst with brutish, uncontrollable force.
He simply needed to make you his.
So you hummed softly, taking the first step into the little cove, with water slipping in from the nearby sea. A crisp chill hugged your limbs as you took a deep breath.
He watched you with a smile before dipping into the water too. "Rather good, isn't it?"
You nodded, leaning your arms over one of the sizzling stones. "Mhm."
Your bashful eyes roved over his ethereal body, lingering a moment longer on the broad, muscular back and meaty thighs. A warmth seeped through your loins, so you quickly looked away.
But he saw it. Of course he did, and so his body drifted a little closer, just to feel the saltiness wrapping your skin. Your hair fell loosely over your wet shoulder, and warmth crept up your soft neck.
The slight ache from the morning's hunt still pinched your muscles, so you turned to him again, only to see that he had suddenly come far too close.
A soft cough escaped your throat as you pressed yourself closer to the stone. "Could you, hm, give me a quick massage, my God?"
Satoru chuckled. "A massage? Is that how you wish to use the powerful Sun God?"
A scoff slipped past your lips as you turned back and rested your cheek against the warm stone. With eyes slightly lidded, you knew he, anyway, would give you whatever you wanted.
"Is there anything else you're good for?" A cheeky question slipped past your lips, followed by a low sigh.
He stood mere millimetres from your arched back, and the heat radiating from his body was smouldering your drenched skin. Long, thick fingers settled gently on your shoulders before he began pressing the muscles. Your body melted beneath his strong touch, and your mind went all fuzzy – nothing but soft moans and sighs would fill the little, hidden cove.
"I'm sure you can find a few things you could make good use of," his voice dripped with seduction, tickling your hair-covered cheeks.
A tsk fell past your lips. "You have only filth in your mind."
Well, how could he not? When your back arched so deliciously, with water hugging solely your slightly dipped hips? He could see the swell of your ass almost brushing his thighs, and if he took a little step forward, the tip of his leaking cock would surely brush your skin.
It was a blessing that you lay pressed to the stone in a blissfully unaware state, not knowing that the Sun God was going through pure torture right behind your back. With the fat, long cock sticking to his abdomen, little pearls of precum dripping down the veiny curve.
"You make me act filthy, my Goddess."
A month ago, you would have smacked his cheek and left him be. But now, with his fingers digging deep into the muscles of your back, a lovely laugh slipped past your lips.
"It's a pity I'm a wretched virgin, hm?" You straightened your spine, as if trying to give him a better view. "My God, you truly have extraordinary restraint."
Oh, how he loved this cheeky side of yours. The pure filth spilling from your virgin lips, eyes taking on a nasty look whenever you caught him staring at your nipples peeking through the tunic. The way you always undressed yourself in front of him without blushing like a birdie, taking full pleasure in the fact that he couldn't touch you as he wished.
Who said that a virgin should be timid and cowardly? If you could keep your chastity while still enjoying the wretched state you put men in?
And which God would be more fun to tease than the one who slipped through numerous affairs?
Satoru hummed, pressing your back a little harder. Slipping lower, and lower, through your ribcage and waist, rolling the little dimples just above your hips. "Have I? I'm afraid this restraint might one day snap."
A shudder ran down your spine as you tried to keep your head steady. Your bow lay still on the river's bank, and if he tried to misbehave even a bit, you would simply shoot him clean.
And yet, your hips rolled, as if trying to chase the pleasure his touch gave. "I'll be there when it happens." You looked over your shoulder, not missing the squint he gave you… "And I'll make sure to bring you to your senses," …and the reddened tip sticking to his hips. "I think you might wish to take care of it. Maybe with one of your muses?"
Or whores, as you actually wanted to say.
His cock trembled as you looked at it, and Satoru could only chuckle. Nastily, mischievously, with the fingers pulling your hips a bit closer. Yet not close enough for your wet pussy to feel the meaty shaft graze her lips.
"You are my muse, Goddess," he leaned closer, his warm breath brushing your cheeks. "Do you wish to hear the poems I've written about you?"
The sizzling sun licked your spine, eyes followed as his plush lips leaned to your ear. "Are they as filthy as your mind?"
He nodded, fingers slipping down towards the swell of your hips. Rolling deep circles, loosening the tightness in your muscles. "How could they not?" Snowy hair almost tickled your ear. "Who do you think I pleasure myself to? You may be a virgin, my Goddess, but I have my needs too."
With a sudden movement, he flipped you over, pressing your back to the warm stone. His thick cock stuck to the white trail of his abdomen, yet still not touching your dripping cunt.
You may've pledged chastity, yet you couldn't control your body's simple needs.
"You can't do anything to me," you said, yet something in your voice quivered.
His head tilted wickedly, and his eyes shone as he gripped the fat shaft. "But you can watch, hm?" A thumb swirled over the pearly tip, smearing the sticky cum over the reddened head. "Or is it also against your chastity?"
Maybe it was. Yet your head shook as back pressed closer to the stone. The water swelled over your hips, leaving your breasts bare to his starving gaze.
"Hm, thought so." His fingers slipped to your cheek, brushing a few wet locks away. "My Goddess, you truly are a wicked creature."
Pleasure, distress, haunting desire clashed with each other in your mind, yet your body froze in place. Lips fell only slightly open, eyes bulging like porcelain plates, seeing the fatness he gripped. Leaking with creamy droplets of precum, soaking his long fingers and veiny thickness.
Saying he was large would be an understatement.
Something in your belly squeezed, imagining his bulging head hit the deepest–
"Stop," the word slipped out in a shudder as you turned your head away. With warm cheeks and a trembling lip, as if the Sun God's look of himself pleasuring himself solely on your blooming face were against every pledge you had made. "Go and find one of your filthy muses."
Satoru chuckled before his fingers pinched your chin, turning your head back. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing yours. "I can't think of anyone but you, my Goddess. Look what a wretched man I am because of you." His thumb brushed your lower lip, then slipped boldly onto your tongue. "Do you truly wish to put your Sun God through such a tor–"
Yet before he could finish, your hand met his cheek. A slap bounced off the water, turning his face left. To bring it back to face your wrath, you slapped it again.
His creamy face bloomed like the softest rose, and a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. Excitement pinched his heart as fingers clenched around the fat shaft with a low, groany moan.
He bit the inside of his cheek, looking down at your face, burning with rage. "Slap me again, my Goddess, and I'll make you arch that pretty ass of yours for me again."
You didn't know where this sudden change had come from, yet the man standing in front of you was not the one who had pestered you for the past thirty moons.
No, as Satoru Gojo, who now stood mere millimetres from your body, with his musky scent clouding you tight and his fat cock trembling at the sheer look of yours – look much, much madder.
Wretched, obsessed, with the flame dancing behind his watery eyes and a wicked smile tugging at his rosy lips
Another shiver ran down your spine when he started pumping his shaft faster. Smearing the creamy cum all over the bulging veins, throwing his head back yet still following the gentle rise of your trembling breasts.
The rage bubbled beneath your heart, and a tiny thread of heat smouldered on your cheeks. He leaned a bit closer, and closer, and closer, until his forehead rested against your shoulder. He didn't touch you in any other way, yet the sole impact left you breathless.
"My Goddess, you smell so good," he took a deep breath close to your neck, letting another groan escape his lips. "So delicious, ah, I can only imagine how sweet the scent is down there."
A shuddered breath escaped your tightened throat, feeling his muscular, massive body looming over yours like a deathly threat. Long fingers pumped his cock faster, breathless moans hit your drenched skin, before he finally stilled.
With the gentle, petal kiss upon your shoulder and his cheek nuzzling against your skin.
Something warm spilt over your belly. And you didn't need to look down to know what it would be.
"You're disgusting," fell in pure wrath, as you pushed him away. "Nothing but filthy scum. I hope this satisfied your hunger, because the next time I see you, my God, not even your wicked arrows will be able to save you from my rage."
You left the water with a shuddering, vexing tremor washing over your spine, and this little, agonisingly rubbing feeling that spilt hotly all over your mind.
Satoru followed your body with a slick smile, the saltiness of your skin still tasting heavy on his lips.
The Sun God was of a cunning nature. Wicked and wrathful, always doing things one way. His way.
Three weeks had passed before he had a chance to see you again.
His heart heaved in agony as he couldn't find you anywhere. As always, he came at the first break of day to join you on the morning hunt, but you simply weren't there. Waiting for him with a scowl, yet still giggling at all his foolish jokes and accepting a bit of help.
He was waiting by the river's bank from morning till night, yet you hadn't appeared even once. As if the waves themselves had trapped you beneath the surface.
He asked around – the nymphs, the Goddesses, the plains – yet everyone said they hadn't seen you for days. Or maybe they simply lied to him, as you couldn't simply disappear.
And so for the next three weeks, he walked through the lands like a shadow. He barely enjoyed anyone's company, sitting in his temple only to get drunk on the sweetest wine, letting his creamy skin be scorched beneath his own, merciless sun. A shadow of a man he was, as his heart simply couldn't bear the separation you imposed with such anger.
After two weeks, he met his twin sister, Artemis, to whom you pledged your chastity. He loved his sister dearly and knew her like the back of his hand. Thus, with a single glance, he could tell she knew everything that had happened between the two of you.
And based on her furrowed forehead and tsk that fell when she saw his grinning face entering her temple – she wasn't happy.
"I won't tell you where she is," she murmured, brushing her long, creamy hair aside as she enjoyed the warm kisses in the sun.
She lay on the sofa by her pool, with nothing but a long tunic gently wrapped around her body. Satoru hung over her wrinkled forehead and pressed a finger to satin skin. "My sister, such a beautiful woman you are, and yet you always seem so angry."
Shihori smacked his hand, glancing up at his brother with the same blue eyes. "Because you always make me angry, fool."
Satoru lifted her legs and rested them on his thighs as he joined her on the sofa. "Tell me where she is."
Shihori couldn't care less about her brother's wicked wish, so she shook her head. "You know she pledged her virginity, hm?"
Satoru hummed, playing with the long tunic as he brushed his sister's ankles. "I do."
"So you also must know what will happen if she breaks her vow?"
Of course he knew. That's why he came here.
"What if I told you I love her?" he asked, drawing his sister's attention. "I want to make her my wife. Give her to me, and I promise I will be in your debt forever."
Shihori propped herself up on her elbows, letting her long white hair brush her rosy cheeks. She was as beautiful as her younger brother – by a minute only. Possessing the same archery skill and a power that trembled the heavens.
With a slim chin and wicked eyes, matching the proudish smile. Strong and bold, with neatly carved muscles bulging beneath her satin skin and an authoritative tone that always made Satoru slightly squirm. But she was his older sister, after all, so how could he not feel the utter love and respect for the same blood?
"And why would I do that?" Shihori lifted her straight brow. "Why would I change my rules for this little nymph?"
"Because you love me," Satoru grinned. "And I suppose it would be rather proper to remind you that enjoying women's company also counts as losing one's virginity. My dearest virgin-goddess sister."
Shihori squinted, kicking his side with her foot. "Whatever I do with my nymphs is none of your business."
Satoru grabbed her ankle before biting her big toe, just as he used to tease her when they were children.
"I suppose some Gods would be interested in how the protector of young women and their virginity fucks with her dearest followers," he chuckled as she kicked him again. "You're no better than me, my sister. The same scum-blood runs in our veins. So let me have her, and I won't say a word."
Shihori glared at him. Morality and the need to give her little brother everything were clearly at war in her mind before she waved her hand and lay back down.
"Fine, I won't punish her. Just don't do anything stupid," she laughed, feeling Satoru's sweet kiss on her cheek. "She'll join another feast in a week. Just wait for her there. Oh, and bring me some of this Suguru's special wine."
Satoru tilted his head, another wicked grin already tugging at his lips. He knew his sister wasn't the saint everyone took her for, yet he had no idea how coy she was.
"And what do you need an aphrodisiac-spiked wine for?"
She opened one eye, shooting a set of daggers straight at his heart. But before another bark could pass her plush lips, Satoru chuckled once again. "Ah, what was this rumour, hm…" His eyes gleamed with a foul grin.
"What rumour?" Shihori asked through her teeth, yet the rosy warmth hit her cheeks.
Satoru stood up from the sofa, giving his muscular back a long, groany stretch. He scratched his chin before looking over his shoulder towards his sister. Oh, her anger only fueled his playful mind.
"Nothing, just that our dearest stepmother has been surprisingly benevolent lately," he observed, another wave of warmth wrapping around her neck. "I suppose it's because Hera truly enjoys the company of her stepdaughter. I wonder what makes her so happy that even Zeus no longer gets scolded for all his affairs."
Shihori slipped a pillow from beneath her head and threw it at his head. "Go out, before I change my mind!"
And so he left, with a crackling chuckle bouncing off the temple's walls and his older sister burning from embarrassment.
Yet now, with his sister's blessing, there was nothing that could stop him from pursuing your love.
And so he knew that the next time you met, he would make you his, whether you liked it or not.
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The moon spilt coldly over the feast's heavy tables as the Gods and Goddesses gathered around the flickering candles. The night was warm, as the summer breeze tickled the cheerful cheeks of the giggling nymphs, who listened to Satoru playing soft harp tunes.
An ivory tunic, as always, fell down his muscular shoulders, as the moon spilt dripping kisses on the lightened side of his face.
Finger played softly through the harp's gentle strings, yet lingered on your laughing cheeks. Something panged deep in his chest at how carefree you were with other divinities. You sipped your wine without giving Satoru much thought, as if you hadn't disappeared from Earth for the past three weeks.
Your laugh sliced sweetly through the air, tickling his ears. He desperately tried to force eye contact, yet you gave him nothing but the lovely side of your cheek.
An irritated tsk escaped his lips, an unpleasant anger bubbling deep in his chest. A few Gods approached you with a smile, forcing another wave of rage to wash over Satoru's spine.
Before he could step in, seeing how you slowly warmed yourself to some small God's side, a low, chuckling whistle slashed through the air.
"It seems like things didn't work your way," Suguru said, brushing Satoru's arm with his. "What? She rejected you?"
Satoru sighed, rolling his tense shoulders. "She's just a little nervous."
Suguru squinted his lavender eyes, clearly dissatisfied with such a roundabout answer. Raven hair tickled Satoru's cheek as he tilted his head. Satoru rarely saw his friend concerned with anyone but him, yet his forehead furrowed with a gentle wrinkle.
"Give her some of this wine," Satoru mumbled.
Suguru drew in a long breath, shooting his head towards Satoru. "But you said–"
He started, but Satoru quickly added. "I know what I said." He bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes squinting furiously. "Give her a little. Just to soothe her a bit."
Suguru chuckled, hitting his friend's back. "As you wish, my God."
"Ah, also, prepare a bit for Shihori."
Looking over his shoulder, Suguru rolled a laugh. "Your sister? What does she need it for?"
Satoru gestured with his chin towards the start of the table, where three of the brothers and their wives sat among the elite. With Persephone straddling Hades's hips, a quiet goddess wrapped around Poseidon's arm, and Hera… sitting utterly bored and giving Zeus's drunken laugh no mind.
Suguru followed his gaze before a devilish laugh escaped his throat. "Don't tell me she fucks with the queen mother herself?"
Satoru crossed his arms over his broad chest and let out a soft hum. Suguru tilted his head, admiring Hera's gentle cheeks. "Well, she's quite beautiful. No wonder she's stopped going crazy over Zeus's affairs lately."
Satoru watched as his friend took another pot of wine before rejoining the Gods. His golden tongue whispered the sweetest secrets, and the divinities laughed and blushed beneath Dionysus's soothing lines. After all, a God of Laughter, Wine and Theatre, he knew exactly how to play on people's minds.
You weren't an exception. As he approached and wrapped his arms around you and your friend, a gentle laugh made your eyes lift. Satoru bit the inside of his cheek, catching Suguru's sly glance, while his fingers clenched around your soft arm.
But still, he poured you another cup of the sweetest wine, watching you close as you took a sip. And another, another, another, before humming softly about how delicious it tastes.
A few minutes passed before something warm began to spill across your chest. A kind of fog clouded your mind – sweet and gentle, yet sizzling like the sun.
The nymph sitting right next to you grabbed your arm, looking at your hottish face with a furrow. "Hey, are you okay? Do you need some water?"
You drew in a sharp breath, feeling her cold skin against yours. Your head shook as a soft "I'm fine" barely passed your lips.
Excusing yourself, you rose from the chair and headed to a quieter part of the beach, where gentle waves lapped inside the small cove. Surrounded by the forest and shielded by tall trees, the spot offered a peaceful retreat. The salty breeze gently touched your cheeks, while your throat felt parched, and you scratched it with long nails.
The fog clouding your head was getting thicker, denser, spreading all over your body till the fingertips tingled with a pinching pleasure.
Something wet dripped down your inner thighs, and as you hid yourself behind a tree and slipped a hand beneath the long dress, you felt the stickiness coating your sizzling skin. But more so… the moment your finger brushed your swollen folds, a low bounce of the softly rolling waves.
"Fuck," slipped in a whisper, as you felt the burning pleasure fill your lower belly.
You looked around, seeing that neither mortal nor God peered into the little cove. The bay seemed completely private, with nothing but moonlight spilling onto the smooth sand and soft whispers rolling off the crystal waves.
You took a deep breath, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together. Just to feel a faint friction, yet too embarrassed to slip your finger up again.
You've never felt it before. This… sensation.
Pleasure.
Or maybe you did, yet your mind refused to accept that Apollo, or Satoru Gojo, was the only man who woke a dangerous flame deep in your chest.
Maybe you simply wished to forget about the warmth that boiled deep within your lower belly when his muscular body stood right in front of yours. The look on his handsome face, lost in utter pleasure, and his long fingers wrapped around his filthy cock.
You tried not to think of it again, as the moment the image of his shaft slipped again into your mind, another moany sigh rolled past your lips. Your pussy clenched around nothing, letting another batch of stickiness coat your thighs. Trickling down the skin, till you've noticed a little, wet drop landing on the sand.
"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck," you cried, feeling the burning sensation pinch your skin harder. Perking your nipples, softening your body, as if preparing you to accept the pleasure that needed to be spilt.
Bracing yourself against the stony wall, you took a few steps. On trembling legs, you felt the weakness slowly seep into your marrow. You walked slowly, trying to go deeper into the nearby forest, just to reach the river.
Somewhere safe.
You moved slowly, with wetness dripping down your legs and heavy breaths escaping your burning lungs. Your eyes were misty, nearly teary, as the feverish, floral heat enveloped your entire body.
Waves rolled past your bare feet, sandals long forgotten somewhere in the back. Your burning body couldn't bear the dress clinging to your skin, so you began to undress unconsciously.
One cloth after another, before falling down your knees, to crawl towards the river's banks.
"Do you need help, my Goddess?"
Someone's voice filled your balmy mind.
No, not someone's.
His.
Of the God whom you wished to see the last, as the sole fragrance of his skin pinched your senses in an utmost sinful way.
And, oh, he must've watched you now in such an embarrassing stance!
Kneeling with your sizzling body, you shed the sea-drenched dress behind you. The intense desire overwhelmed your reason as you presented yourself fully before his daring gaze.
"Go away," you barely breathed. "You can't see me in such a state."
But Satoru merely chuckled before you heard his heavy footsteps coming your way. Ocean eyes hummed at all the garments you'd left behind before settling on your clenched thighs and slightly arched back as you tried to crawl towards the nearest river.
He squinted, seeing the wetness dripping down your thighs and a gentle shimmer from your swollen pussy.
"My Goddess, it seems that you do feel unwell," He chuckled, taking another step your way. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Your head shook as you tried to crawl faster, only to get away from him as fast as you could. An attempt to stand up ended in a miserable fall onto the sand, drawing a soft giggle from Satoru's lips. He knelt by your side, brushing away a few strands of hair sticking to your cheeks.
"Oh my," he hummed, seeing the utter loveliness of your drugged face.
With cheeks sweet as fresh cherries and eyes softened by an alluring scowl. A gentle pout tugged at your lips as you unconsciously nuzzled against his skin. Another hand cupped your cheek as he held your face in a possessive grip. His big thumbs, tight yet delicate, brushed your skin.
"What is it, my Goddess?" He whispered, allowing a lenient sigh to spill past your lips. "What happened here, hm? Are you a bit too drunk?"
You nodded, thinking of nothing but the pleasant grip of his fingers.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were slowly giving in.
A miserable attempt to push him away ended solely with you even more pathetically landing on the soft sand. Your back hit it with a dull thud, as Satoru placed his fingers on your knees. Thumb rolled gently in circles, as if he knew how much pleasure your body took from each brush of his skin.
"Say it," he muttered, leaning closer. Plush lips brushed one of your knees, eyes never leaving your fogged face. "Say that you want me to help you, my Goddess. I know how to make you feel good."
Oh, and you knew too, which is why your knees tried to close again. But his grip was too strong, and he brutally forced them forward, folding you in half.
With your bare pussy dripping filthy onto the sand and perked nipples waiting to be softly brushed by his thumb.
The moonlight kissed his handsome, sharp side as he leaned in once again. To hang right over your face, observing with wicked pleasure the tears forming beneath your lids. As if he could see the fuzzy mess of your mind, with morality and a simple, human need drawing a brutal tight.
"I c-can't," you mumbled, feeling the heat drip down your tongue. It felt much heavier than before, barely touching your feverish roof. "Stop, I can't, the chastity–"
"Shhh," Satoru cooed, pressing your thighs to your chest. Till the swell of your ass glued off the drenched sand. "Artemis will forgive you."
His nose traced the plush of your cheek. Lips peppering your skin softly, leaving traces down your chin. His tongue swirled sweetly around one of your nipples, through the burning neck, perked breasts.
You wished to fight it – you truly did, yet a sugary moan slipped past your lips.
"No, she–ah!" you cried, as he softly bit your nipple.
"It's alright, my Goddess. Don't resist it," he murmured, with one hand feeling your breasts as his lips traced a path down your body. He gently bit, grazed, and nipped your skin before resting his cheek against your mound. "Allow me to take care of you. Just say you want it," he whispered, as his finger rolled your nipple, causing another cry to escape your lips.
"I'm a v-virgin, wait…" Your hand landed on Satoru's head, tugging softly on his hair.
Satoru groaned, feeling your gentle finger scratch his scalp. "I'll take good care of you. It won't hurt, I promise," he mumbled right into the drenched mound of your cunt, as the fragrance of sugary juices already hit his senses. "Fuck, my Goddess. Just let me have a taste. I won't put it in…" promise?
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling his warm breath almost brush your core. Not quite, yet the mere sight of him, lying so handsomely between your thighs, was enough to force a nod.
A nod, which would never happen if your mind wasn't on the verge of spilling. If your body wasn't melting beneath his touch, thighs spreading even wider, just to open your cunt to his starving mouth.
It was utterly embarrassing, humiliating, mostly sinful act and yet… when his tongue finally licked the juices off your clit, a shuddering moan bounced off the cove's stones.
He didn't waste a time, pushing the drenched muscle right inside your spasming cunt. Slurping, ravishing on the waves of wetness that spilt from your hole in unnaturally large bursts. Droplet after droplet, trickling down his chin and landing softly on the sand.
"My Goddess, fuck, I knew you would taste so good," he slurred, letting your juices stick to his lips. "My sweetest love, mhm, I was waiting a month for you."
Your fingers clenched around his hair as you tried to slightly pull him back. "W-wait, that's–nghhh–too much, my God!"
Your body had always been much weaker than his, but now, with neediness running through your blood, it seemed impossible to do anything but allow yourself to be wrapped in his lips.
He took your hand, slipping it down your belly. Down to your clenching cunt, only to press your two fingers against the swollen clit.
"Do you feel it, my Goddess?" He chuckled, looking up at your warm cheeks. "Do you feel how wet you are? That's what you wanted to take away from me."
He directed your pads to press softly, pinchily, till another moan spilt past your lips. His tongue slurping on your tight core, fingers of one hand rolling your nipples. Squeezing the plush breasts, till a painful pleasure tickled your spine.
And the other hand…
"Wait!" You screamed, quickly catching his wrist. "N-no penetration… just…" Oh dearest, how embarrassing it was to say out loud! "… use your tongue. I can't lose my virginity."
My sweet foolish nymph, Satoru thought, before an innocent, "Of course, my Goddess," fell past his plush lips.
The waves and waves of ethereal pleasure washed over your spine as he devoured your sweet pussy with a starving need. Nose all glued with your juices, cheeks nastily squeezed by your trembling thighs, tongue working on your clit and hole, trying to stretch her as much as he could.
His creamy forehead furrowed with a wrinkle, brows tight, as you pushed a few soft strands of his hair away.
"My God, please t-take a breath," you cried, yet the spilling lustfulness seeped like a flame through your skin. "I'm–mhmm–t-there's something…" Before you could point at your lower belly, his hand pressed right there.
Squeezing your little pouch, as if trying to feel the slick, filthy cum splashing beneath your skin.
"You need to cum, my Goddess," he mumbled drunkenly, sucking on your plush clit. "But for that, I need to put my finger in."
You bit your lower lip, looking down at his wretched face.
His cheek nuzzled against your soft thigh, kissing the clit softly. "Please? Just a finger. I promise, it'll be fine."
Oh, he looked stunning. With those alluring eyes and innocent pout, as if aware that his angelic face alone was enough to make your head spin.
So you nodded, rather unconsciously, and watched him push one finger in.
"Oh," slipped moany at the new feeling. "Oh, my God, mhmm, i-it's–"
"Now you can cum for me," Satoru whispered, going back to sucking your clit.
He knew where your sweet spot was – how couldn't he? – so within a second, you started squirming beneath his grip.
One of his hands rested on your belly while the other was deep inside your tight, clenching walls. He kissed, brushed, and lightly peppered your most sensitive spot with his finger until your thighs finally clenched around his head.
Locking him in a tight, shuddering embrace as he drunkenly moaned over your spilling juices. With a single flick of his tongue, you melted beneath his maddening touch, squirting all over his cheeks, chin and nose, till the Sun God was left nothing but a wretched man, hugging nastily to your velvety skin.
Your head felt a bit less feverish, with the crimson fog finally clearing from in front of your eyes and fresh summer air finally filling your lungs.
For a mere second, you felt normal again.
Satoru still lay between your spread legs, kissing the slippery skin of your inner thighs softly.
"Welcome back, my Goddess," he muttered, licking the last juices dripping from your pussy.
You watched him with pure terror swirling behind your eyes. "I… this feeling…"
"Mmm," he hummed, softly biting a plush of your thigh. "Someone must've spiked your wine, my Goddess. Have you angered anyone recently?"
Oh, he was such a scum.
Your lovely brows furrowed, a drop of sweat slipping down your temple. "No, I… I don't know. There was…" you, wanted to slip, yet you bit down on your tongue.
Satoru pouted, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. "My Goddess, I vow to find that bastard and slash his throat," he whispered, kissing your thigh and moving upward, even biting gently into your calf. "But for now, brace yourself for another wave."
And true to his promise, the heat once more kissed your cheeks. It climbed up your neck, seeped into fingertips, curled beneath lower belly, and caused another slick to slide down your cunt.
A fogginess once again swirled in front of your eyes, and an anxiety bubbled somewhere deep in your tightened throat.
Satoru flipped you onto your belly, with a soft, "Shhh, it's fine, my Goddess. You'll be fine."
Gentle, wet kisses landed on your shivering spine, leaving hottish traces down the skin.
"What a-are you doing?" fell shuddered.
But you didn't catch his reply. Truly, you heard nothing at all but the swoosh of his tunic as it landed close to your sand-plastered face.
"My God–ah!" Slipped in a pitched moan, as something fat poked on your swollen pussy.
The heat was teasing, gently pinching your damp folds, rolling waves of intense pleasure whenever Satoru stirred your cunt. His fingers spread the heat in a soft hum, and something heavy, round, pressed against your tight entrance.
"My God, what–"
"My love," Satoru let out an utterly innocent whimper, as if trying to stifle the tears wracking beneath his lids. You couldn't see the devilish smile tugging at his lips, his face tightly pressed into the sand. "Allow me to make you feel good. I can make the pain go away, just let me…" His swollen head slipped in a little, forcing a shattered moan from your throat.
"Wait!" You tried to crawl away, but he pressed a hand between your shoulder blades. Keeping you tight in place, with his massive body fully resting on yours.
"It's okay, my love. It won't hurt, I promise," he hummed, another hand massaging the swell of your hips. Spreading your drenched folds a bit farther to see the tip of his cock getting sucked by your weeping cunt. "My Goddess, don't make her wait any longer. She's just wishing to get fucked, ahh."
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to stop your hips from slamming against his. As, dearest heavens, the way his sole head stretched your cunt brought an unparalleled, maddened pleasure, bubbling deep inside your belly. The pledge you made re chastity was trying to fight the aroused, lustful thoughts. The thick, warm fog that made your body liquefy beneath his touch, and your mind go all hot.
"My virginity–" You started, yet Satoru quickly snapped back.
"I talked to my sister, love. She won't punish you," he whispered, leaning down to lick a long stripe down your spine. "Because now you're mine. So say you want it, hm? Say you want me to fuck your tight cunt and fill her up."
He bit, licked, kissed your skin, while slowly, oh so painfully slow, poking your drenched hole.
"Just the tip, my love," he whispered, brushing away a few strands of hair hiding your lovely side. "I don't want to hurt you, my Goddess. I'll slip just a little tip."
And with an arousal fogging your mind, you nodded. Forcing a wicked laugh past his plush lips as he kissed your cheek.
"Mhm, that's right, my love," his cock slid through your tight walls, snugging inside your plush warmth. "Oh fuck, my Goddess, you truly are a fucking virgin."
You drew in a sharp breath, feeling his heavy cock slip into your belly. It was anything but the tip, forcing a sudden burst of tears to roll down your cheeks.
The pain mixed with pleasure as his shaft forced its way deep inside your pussy. You could feel every pulsing vein throbbing against your walls, the pumped head smooching your sweet spot, as he pushed and pushed, while pressing your body to the sand.
A moany cry bounced pitifully off the crystal waves before he quickly rolled you again.
This time, your back hit the sand, thighs folding up to your chest.
And when you looked up at his face… oh.
The Sun God hung over your crying cheeks with nothing but an utterly wicked, handsome smile. Eyes shining beneath the cold moon, adding to their ocean-blue hues a kiss of sin. He giggled, kissing the single tear that soaked your cheek.
And an angel, no, rather a demon, keeping you in his tight, possessed embrace.
Your hands pressed to his chest, as he pushed harder. "My God, you said just the tip," fell harshly, seeing a grin coiling in his gaze.
"My Goddess, you truly are ruthless," he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. "How could I ever lie to you? I'm barely in, I promise."
Yet when you tried to look down, his strong fingers grabbed your chin, keeping your eyes fixed on his.
"You don't trust me?" He pouted, peppering your skin with soft kisses. "Don't look down there, my love. Focus on me."
Your head lulled right as he bit the side of your neck. Licking, sucking on it gently, while still forcing his cock through your walls.
It wasn't just the tip, and although you should be angry, the way he kept you folded left little room for movement. With his single arm pressing your legs tight, fingers keeping your chin up, and massive, heavy body leaning on yours.
He started to move faster, faster, faster, pumping you poor, weeping cunt with his heavy cock. It hit every inch of your lower belly, brushing past the sweet spot and smooching up to the slowly swelling womb. You could feel his round head nuzzle deep inside your pulsing warmth, as your tight walls wrapped around him, as if trying to lock him in.
A low hiss slipped past his rosy lips as you cried out in painful pleasure. Your blood ran hot as he tried to fuck each drop of aphrodisiac from your veins, pushing your body deeper into the sand.
The nasty squelch bounced off the water, spilling deep into the cave and catching in your scattered hair. He brought your face back, giggling at the sight of your utterly fucked eyes.
"My beautiful Goddess," he whispered, before slipping his hand down your belly. At this point, with heat bubbling in your belly, your thighs stayed open, pressed to your chest, as if your body was freely inviting him in. "My sweet, beautiful Goddess. Tell me how good you feel."
His demand forced wrath and balmy submissiveness upon your fucked mind, and so a sweet, honest, "G-good, ahh, you're filling me s-so good," fell embarrassingly past your lips.
As no matter how much you wanted to refuse, it did feel good. Dearest, it felt amazing, handling his hefty cock fully sliding inside your warmth, till wet balls hit your lifted ass. Head kissing your womb, veins pulsing in rhythm with your plush walls, as they pushed out waves and waves of fresh cum. Coating his full length in your juices, till whenever he pulled out, a crystal thread formed between your cunt and his creamy, happy trail.
His hands kneading your softness turned your mind to balm, and fingers playing with your swollen bud forced a moan, so you truly, shamefully so, allowed your body to give in to his touch.
"My God, nghh, I'm going to–"
Before you could finish, he crashed his lips against yours. He slipped a groan deep inside your throat as he started to fuck you faster. More relentless, brutal, forcing upon your virgin cunt a strength you weren't used to.
"My God, p-please–ahhh–slow down," you cried into his lips, yet received only a low chuckle.
"I know how to make you cum, my love. Your pussy needs to be fucked properly," he licked the tears dripping down your cheeks before capturing your lips again. "You're close, hm? I can feel it in your belly."
His hands pressed to your lower pouch, feeling his cock hit the soft skin, before slipping down to your cunt. Rolling your clit in mean, squelching pinches.
"S-satoru," his name finally escaped your throat, as you wrapped your arms behind his neck. "So good, you're–ngh–filling me–ahhh."
He chuckled, seeing your lidded eyes and messy blabber falling past your lips. "I know, my Goddess, your–ahh–pussy feels so fucking good. My sweetest, I promise to take good care of you."
He hid his face in the crook of your neck before finally going still. Your back arched, nipples pressing to his chest, before a soaked cry ripped from your throat. Juices gushing all over his abdomen, cock, as he hit your womb painfully, filling it with sticky ropes of cum. Till you felt the heavy creaminess sticking to your walls, stuffing you heavily, madly full.
A filthy fog once again seeped into your mind, and for a single minute you felt your strength return to your body. For a mere moment, it allowed you to smack his fair cheek. It left him fully unfazed, with a cheeky grin still plastered to his handsome face and a low chuckle forcing its way past his lips.
"My Goddess, is that how you should treat your future husband?" he asked, then brutally turned you back onto your belly. You tried to crawl, kicking him back, but he simply smacked your ass. "Come on, my love. Don't try to fight me. If I hadn't found you, who knows who would?"
Your breath hitched when you felt his cock harden again. Still snuggling deep inside you cunt, as you felt his shaft stretch your poor, weeping walls.
"I–ahh–I fucking hate you," you snapped through gritted teeth, your hips slowly rocking against his. Whatever you'd drunk still flowed in your veins, forcing another fog over your mind. "I hate you, so, s-so–mhm Satoru, just, fuck, p-please–"
His fingers dug deep into your perked-up ass, ocean eyes glimmering at the sight of your arched back. Sweat beaded on your neck, and your teary gaze looked over your shoulder in a furious, desperate, pleading manner.
He chuckled, taking a little vial from his tattered tunic. Opening it with his teeth, he handed it your way.
"What is it?" you asked, trying to sound at least a bit suspicious.
His eyes squinted, lips turned wickedly up. "Just a simple water. You'll feel a bit better."
"Drink it first."
"You don't trust me?"
You bit down your lip, shaking your head a bit.
Satoru hummed before taking a sip of the liquid without hesitation. It seeped warmly through his body, dripping down to the burning loins.
Seeing that he truly acted normally, you took it from his fingers and drank it all in one go. But… oh.
You shot head his way, seeing nothing, but a nasty grin. "This…"
He leaned closer, pressing his hand back between your shoulder blades. His face drew nearer, then he licked your lips with his wine-sweetened tongue. "Tastes similar, my love?"
A wave of heat was rolling faster, an even stronger aphrodisiac flowing through your veins. Breathing became harder, your mind already blind, as he pushed your melted body into a deeper arch.
"I love you so much, my Goddess," he whispered, peppering your sizzling cheek. "I'll make you feel so good. So fucking good, I promise. My sweet, beautiful wife. Just trust me."
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[ ⋆.𑣿 ̊ ] – Grazed by an aphrodisiac-coated shuriken, Hokage Kakashi Hatake seeks help from his lovely assistant!
˗ˏˋ pairing ˎˊ˗ ꒰ Kakashi Hatake x F!Reader ꒱
˗ˏˋ content & warnings ˎˊ˗ ꒰ MDNI 18+ :: office sex :: reader in her late 20s ::Kakashi in his late 30s :: he’s hot and miserable :: blowjobs :: he's a whimpering mess :: age gap :: breeding kink :: cowgirl :: minx reader :: 3.1k words ꒱
The night has fallen over the Hidden Leaf Village, the pleasant chirping of the crickets creeping through the open windows. The moon lurked as if shyly, stretching its cold arms towards the Hokage's desk, piled with paper. Reports, tasks, documents, and letters from the Land of Lightning, Water, and Earth were gathered neatly in the middle of the wide wooden desk.
A soft melody slipped past your lips, filling the dimly lit office as you slowly got ready to go home. Looking through the window, your brows furrowed.
The Hokage still wasn't here, although the moon was high and the crickets chirping in a rhythmic choir, slowly, gently, falling into deep slumber too. A few little houses hugging beneath the towering trees were still dimly lit by the soft candles smooching the lone windows, yet most of the villagers had long since fallen asleep.
Only you, the Hokage's assistant, were still awake, lurking through the open window of the chief's office. With a deep sigh and an even deeper wrinkle on your forehead, you watched the documents pile up all day as the Hokage seemed to be elbows-deep in whatever mission he decided to take.
Although he truly didn't need to, for other ninjas were simply at his snap.
But Kakashi Hatake, although an old man – although he hated how you used his maturity to remind him that some things needed to be taken care of with utmost responsibility – enjoyed anything but fulfilling his Hokage's duties.
And so the reports piled up, while he slipped out of his office early in the morning, only to return late at night, after the crickets had chirped their last melody.
This night was no different, as he suddenly rolled into his office, half-undressed in his daily ninja armour, wearing nothing but a tight, sleeveless shirt, its long collar covering his lips.
He didn't simply walk, but rather stumbled – with deep breaths escaping his tightened throat and hands shivering, as if a sickness had struck his mind.
"Kakashi?" Your head tilted as you still stood by the window.
A gentle wind swirled your hair, carrying the sweet scent of your skin towards his burning face. His eyes, one crimson, kissed, the other obsidian, looked up with an almost miserable frown, before a groan slipped past his lips.
It seemed he wasn't happy to see you in his office at such an hour, but what could you do? Being the Hokage's assistant felt almost as if you were the village's chief yourself!
Only a moment had passed before your eyes slipped lower. Towards his legs, thighs, with one of them leaking barely visible, vermilion liquid. A metallic smell of his blood was suddenly more palpable than ever, and so a low gasp fell from your lips.
You quickly drew closer, catching his massive body before it could hit the floor with a weak groan.
"Kakashi, what the hell happened?"
But it seemed that your touch burned more than the wound itself, as he gently pushed you away with a, "P-please, don't come any closer."
Droplets of sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping leisurely as he hung his head. Arms barely holding on, trembling as he walked towards a soft chair in the corner of his office and sat with a low groan.
Or rather a moan, as your eyes involuntarily fell towards his bulging trousers, noticing a painfully hard swell.
"Kakashi, what happened?" You pose, putting a hand on your hip. "Where have you been?"
He grabbed the armrest and leaned back, letting the black collar finally expose his panting, fallen lips.
"Nothing, d-don't worry," he murmured, yet his voice was low and honey-dripping, as if on the verge of losing his mind. "Please, go back home."
But you didn't move. Didn't even breathe, watching the massive man writhing in the cushioned armchair, sweat rolling down his temple, eyes lidded by the fire bubbling in his loins.
Nothing.
He was a man who always kept the problems to himself.
Not solely the problems, but desires too. Erotica-kind-of-guy, who read some filthy romances during his office hours yet kept blushing whenever you swirled a lock of hair around your finger.
Built from muscle upon muscle, with a handsome jaw and sharp eyes, a nasty, salacious scar slashing across his crimson one.
Always an utmost kind gentleman, who somehow kept himself away from women. Everyone thought so because Hokage had never been seen with a female ninja, nor even with a simple villager. He hid behind the office walls instead or went on lone missions.
Yet you knew Kakashi Hatake wasn't the apathetic, almost impotent man some people took him for. Because you felt his deep eyes following your figure as you came and went from his office. Staying a bit longer on your naked thighs whenever you wore a skirt, and on the way, throwing knives hugged them tightly, until the muscles bulged under the leather straps.
You knew he liked the sweet scent of your perfumes, deep and almost nauseating in their warmth, yet always wrapping around him like the petals' gentlest kisses. He followed the movement of your soft lips, eyes mingling beneath the sunlight spilling into his office, hair always looking so soft and shiny, like the satin scarf he wished to wrap around his neck.
And so after working with you for a while, Kakashi decided that the safest option to not get himself embarrassed with the way his cock always leaked whenever you entered his office in the morning – would be to quickly disappear. To go out in the morning and slip back late at night, while Hokage's office was left with nothing but the faint traces of your sweetness.
He thought he was clever, sly. That you didn't know how mellow you made him feel.
That's why he thought that you would simply nod and leave him be. With cock painfully straining his briefs and mind slowly slipping into pleasurable dizziness.
Instead, to his utter dissatisfaction, you observed him carefully, squinting, your gaze moving between his shallow wound and the flushed, blooming face that dripped with arousal.
"What did they spike you with?" You sighed, crossing arms over your chest. "Hm? What is it? A poison?"
His head shook, a few wisps of snowy hair sticking to his wet forehead. Almond-shaped eyes, much more lidded than usual, as his gaze wandered over your body.
Skirt hugging your hips sweetly and a tight sleeveless shirt, quite similar to his, clinging like a second skin. He didn't need much to imagine you were already naked. With body-hugging clothes in dresses so tight, he could clearly see every deeper rise of your soft belly.
You came closer, slowly, snapping in front of his eyes. "Hello? I can't help you if you won't tell me what's going on."
Your smell was painfully pleasant, so he quickly, with a single move, pulled the collar back over his nose.
"Please j-just go, I–mhmm," another groan escaped his throat as you came even closer.
This time, you stood right between his spread thighs as he tried every way possible to apply a bit of pressure around his hips. You leaned closer, putting your arms on the chair's handles and lowering yourself to meet his eye level.
"What happened? Tell me, because there's no way I'm leaving our Hokage in such a state."
Such miserable, innocent, pure, giving you every chance to push his sweet buttons and tease his wrecked mind.
Kakashi furrowed as the warmth radiating from your body slowly slipped beneath his tight collar. His throat bobbed as his finger slowly pulled the material down, allowing a quiet "Aphrodisiac" to fill the serene office.
With a few candles still dimly flickering on his desk, and the moon's shy kisses bathing your blooming face in a virgin glow.
Something wicked danced behind your eyes. A mischievousness of sorts, as you hummed and slowly, leisurely, sank to your knees.
"What are you doing?" Kakashi gasped, following the lovely pout that twisted your lips. "Wait–" His fingers tried to grab your hands as they slipped towards his hips, yet you gently smacked them.
"What do you mean? I'm only helping our dear Hokage, of course," your devilish voice mingled with the faint melody of the crickets. "As I do believe, our Hokage is wise enough to know how to get rid of…" With a single move, you pulled his trousers down to the middle of his beefy thighs. "This problem. Right?"
The moment his briefs slipped off his hips, the fat, leaking head smacked into your cheek with a wet smudge. Pearly droplets spattered his abdomen, and only then did you notice that–
"Did you just cum?"
His throat bobbed and brows furrowed as a sudden wave of arousal smooched your spine.
"T-twice."
You giggled, biting down on lower lip. Fingers clenched on his meaty thighs, digging into the milky skin. "Why?"
Your warm breath hit his cock, veins bulging and curling around the fat shaft. You leaned closer, plush lips kissing its softly and spilling another needy groan from his lips.
"Tell me," you demanded, spreading his thighs wider. "Why did you cum twice, Kakashi?"
A moany fuck hit your warm cheeks when you licked off the pearly cum still dripping from his swollen head.
"You know why." His long fingers gripped the armrests, head falling back to reveal pale neck. "Baby, fuck, c-can you suck on it?"
A demon must have taken over his mind. A wicked spirit of some sort, as Kakashi, in his mature, gentlemanly age, would never, ever say such filth to his young assistant.
Not that young, too, yet almost ten years youthful, with the loveliest cheeks already smiling foxily and a wet tongue licking his trembling shaft from balls up to the feverish head. The spit mixing with the last droplets of semen, trickling down his cock like a crystal thread.
"No, I don't think so," you chuckled, nuzzling your lips against his head without taking it into your warm mouth. "Tell me why. Did my sole presence turn our Hokage on that much?"
He nodded without giving it much thought, although it was the truth. Your presence did, in fact, make him pathetically cum right into his slacks.
"Mmm," a sweet hum bounced off his cock, as you placed in its top a gentle kiss. Before taking a deep, nasty sniff, and letting his mind spin into madness. "Did your younger assistant turn you on that much?"
"Stop," he groaned, feeling the last threads of his patience slowly tearing. "J-just, fuck, let's pretend it's a one-time t-thing."
You knew it was a lie.
And he also knew – from the moment you slipped him past your lips, and he immediately cummed right onto your tongue. The sole warmth of your mouth and those wicked, foxy eyes looking up at him with a squint were enough to send another ripping pleasure down his spine.
Big hands instantly falling onto your head, forearms bulging from restraint he desperately tried to cling to, yet still pushing you down his cock. Till the full, fat length slipped into your mouth, pulsing head hitting the back of your throat.
A crying choke tried to escape your throat, but instead your fingers dug into his beefy thighs, leaving nasty, crimson scratches.
He didn't give you a second to get used to his full length, instead moving your head up and down his cock. With swollen lips and tears dancing in the corners of your eyes, you gagged on his musty, delicious fatness while he fucked your throat without a drop of usual gentleness.
Legs spreading wider, crimson eyes mingling in pleasure at your full cheeks and trembling hands, as you took him fully without a fight. Instead, clenching your own thighs and rubbing them together, just to feel your drenched panties brush the swollen clit.
"Such a good fucking throat," Kakashi muttered, another wave of pleasure bubbling in his loins. "I swear, fuck, I swear it's only a one-off. Only once, baby. For all those days you've been teasing me like a little slut."
You wished to laugh, to chuckle, to tease him back. Yet your eyes rolled back, and heavy breaths escaped through your nose as he dragged his length relentlessly through your throat. You felt its mass on your tongue – each vein pulsing beneath your breath, the sizzling head smooching the back of your throat.
His thumbs brushed away tears dripping down your cheeks. "Shh, baby, don't cry. You're doing such a good job, f-fuck–"
He groaned as your pace quickened. A bit sloppier, with the filthy squelching and your gagging filling the quiet space of his office. Candles cast a gentle glow on your teary cheeks; the moon kissed his milky hair, sticking to sweating forehead.
He was ready to cum any second, spill his semen right onto your throat and watch your cheeks burst from it in a lovely pout.
But instead, you suddenly pulled away.
"Wha-" He didn't finish, when you pressed lips to his, in a messy, vile kiss.
First load of his cum still sweetly coating your tongue, as you pushed to his mouth. Letting a few creamy droplets layer his palate as he moaned right into your grinning lips.
"How could you cum in my throat, dear Hokage? You chuckled, lifting your soaked panties to the side, and giving him a clear view of your juices dripping down his swollen cock. "Such a waste of resources, don't you think?"
Kakashi could only nod – madly, unconsciously, savouring the warmth radiating from your wet pussy.
"Why won't you fill my womb instead?" Another wicked giggle, smooched his blooming cheeks, as you pressed your entrance to his leaking head. Hands on his muscular arms, to let yourself slowly, painfully lower onto his fat cock. "Allow me to give you an heir. Spill into your assistant's fertile womb and make me a mommy."
Kakashi felt unbearable, a pinching desire smouldering across every part of his body. In his eyes, your figure, hanging over his massive, trembling body, seemed like a tempting demon of sorts. A succubus, and if he squinted enough, with the aphrodisiac still filling his body with a lustful mist, a shadow dancing behind your head looked almost like two lovely horns.
His head slipped inside, the rest of the cock following in, sending a wave of maddening pleasure over his spine. Strong hands gripped your hips, trying to lift you up a little, as if his mind still tried to resonate with the urge to nuzzle himself deep within your warmth.
"Baby, f-fuck, we can't–"
Usually, you wouldn't have a chance against his brutal strength, yet this time you easily pushed through his grip. Lowering yourself with a sweet moan, head falling back.
"Mhmm, Kakashi, you fill me so good," you sighed, feeling his fat cock tremble deep within the clutches of your cunt. "I can't believe you didn't fuck me sooner."
He couldn't listen to you. He couldn't stand the way your pussy clenched around his spilling cock, sugary scent wrapped around his mind, sweetening the salty cum that still coated his tongue.
He filled you so well, with a slightly curved head brushing your sweet spot just right, as you started rolling your hips up and down.
With hands gripping his arms and face leaning towards his fallen mouth, to lick a little beauty spot right beneath his lower lip. Kiss it wetly, to draw another deep groan past his throat.
"Don't fight it, Kakashi," you pledged, biting down on his lower lip. "Just let me take care of you," your hands grabbed his, sliding them up and down your velvety skin.
Your pussy sent a few pulses down his shaft as you clenched on him with a muffled moan. Lips connecting with his again, wetly, messily, pressing your chest to his.
He finally gave in.
Strong arms curling around your waist, pulling you closer to his heated body. Hips bucking up to meet every mean roll of your hips, the tip of his cock finally hitting your womb in dripping squelching.
Your juices dripping down his slacks, eyes rolling back as he pounded you at a merciless pace. Almost painful whenever his cock slid through the tight walls of your pussy, tearing another moan from your throat.
His crimson eye followed the lustful expressions pouting on your face, each more maddening than the last, forcing a scowl between his milky eyebrows.
"K-Kakashi–mmmm–you're filling me so good," you snapped, wrapping your hands around his neck. Your hips bounced with a nasty squelch, as the pleasure already bubbled in your lower belly.
"Maybe I should get hurt more often," he groaned, one arm slipping down between your bodies, to roll your clit through the flimsy material of your panties. "If that's how–ngh–you're planning to treat me."
His rough fingers pressed the swollen button, feeling the foul juices drip from the soaked fabric.
You nodded, letting a sweet moan hit his rosy cheeks. "Y-yeah, ahhh, I'll let you fill my pussy every single day."
It felt impossible to fight the desire that bubbled in Hokage's loins for all those months. So Kakashi could do nothing but press his hips to yours, until his balls smooched the swell of your ass and head nuzzled against the puffy womb.
With the last shudder and your moan splashing past your lips – he came. Flooded your pussy with sticky stripes of burning cum, cramming it right inside your weeping womb. His whimpers mixed with your cries, as he pulled you closer and connected your lips in a last kiss. Full of passion, desire, lined with months looking over your shoulders with the burning need to fuck out all the craving that bubbled within you for this whole time.
Your heavy pantings filled the warm office.
"So–" But you didn't finish when he suddenly stood up.
With you pussy still clenching around his hard, aphrodisiac-spiked cock and cum dripping down the wooden floors.
All the documents piling up on his desk fell to the floor in a crying mess, and a gasp caught in your throat when he laid you down on its big surface.
"I spent all day–" He shushed you with a kiss, licking your lips and brushing warm cheek with his thumb.
"Sorry, baby. Let me use your pretty pussy for a bit longer, hm?" He muttered, pressing your thighs against your chest. "Just a bit, fuck, let me breed you again, yeah? It's your Hokage's order."
And how could you call yourself a good assistant if you didn't fulfil it with utmost pleasure!
…I see that town. Silent Hill. You promised you'd come back again someday. But you never did. Well, I'm alone there now...
One wrong turn can truly cost your life. The map gets lost, roads loop around, and every sign leads to the same town. Empty and eerie, with a dull sound bouncing off the walls every night. A voice of your long-gone lover, whom you left years ago.
a part of slutty (slasher) summer
˖♱ ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Pyramid Head!Toji Fushiguro x Ex!Reader ꒱
˖♱ ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ Silent Hill AU :: not accurate with the game :: set in late 80s :: small town mystery :: horror :: yandere motifs :: obsessiveness :: possessiveness :: psycho ex Toji :: like PSYCHO :: guilt tripping :: manipulation :: blood :: murders :: mentions of past kidnapping :: side character's death (someone from jjk) :: memory loss :: reader is also a bit crazy :: rough sex :: belly bulges :: HEAVY breeding kink :: it's kinda nasty :: Toji is MONSTROUS :: like two meters tall and super heavy ꒱
˖♱ ݁˖ notes: I pondered whether I should post this story. It seemed a bit too dark and bloody at first, and really freaky, but I decided it's a horror, so the horror vibe should be kept...
"I love you so much, baby."
His deep-voiced kisses warmed the skin of your neck.
"I love you so fucking much."
Big hands gripped your hips tighter. Massive body leaned towards your arched back, lips leaving drenched kisses along your spine.
"My beautiful girl, my love."
He moved your body with a brutal tenderness, letting another moan escape your throat. The darkness of the tiny room blinded your sight; the bed hit the old walls, the wood coming off with a pinching needle.
His warm breath mixed with your cries, chest pressed to your back, pounding with the warmth and maddening adoration. The deep thrusts made your spine tingle, eyes looking over your shoulder only to get covered by the petal kisses of his.
"Tell me how much you love me." He demanded, biting into your shoulder. "Baby, tell me you'll never leave me."
Your answer came through the thick fog, inaudible and incomprehensible. Whatever you said, he chuckled, a low groan in your ear.
You said something - a name.
But its letters fell into something unclear, confusing. Swelling your heart in an utterly familiar way, yet long-forgotten by your mind.
"I won't," you cried, feeling a strong arm wrap around your neck. "I won't leave, you…"
A low chuckle tickled your earlobe as the thrusts grew faster. More brutal, waving your body through the mattress, with a few little kisses of sunshine wrapping your holding hands.
"Wake up, baby," he whispered. "Wake up…"
"Hey, wake up!" Someone pinched your arm, immediately bringing you back from the deep slumber.
The car was rolling slowly along the forest road, all your friends arguing about something that was still understandable to your still-dizzy mind.
A low "Auch" slipped past your lips when Shoko accidentally hit your ribs with an elbow.
"Sorry," she sighed, bending double to check whether the thing they were all looking for was under the seat. "It's not here either."
Suguru, in the driver's seat, sighed and slammed his fist against the wheel. "Satoru, you're such an fucking idiot."
Cursing in the passenger seat, Satoru checked his bag again and again before opening the glove box. Long fingers searched through the condoms and stacks of cigarettes, still not finding the thing everyone was frantically looking for.
"I swear, I left it here," Satoru groaned, pointing at the box.
"What's going on?" You murmured, peeking at Shoko, pinching the bridge of her nose.
She sighed. "Satoru lost the map."
Your eyes widened and lips fell open as you shot a deathly look towards your friend. "What?! Satoru, please tell me you're joking!"
He looked over his shoulder. Milky hair brushed his forehead, and ocean eyes were already squinted in irritation. "I told all of you that giving me a map is not a good idea!"
Utahime, sitting next to Shoko, snorted, and Choso, with Yuki occupying the third row of the van, joined her with mumbled groans.
"Are you five? How could you lose the map?" Utahime groaned, pressing palms to her eyes. "Oh my god, so what now?"
You felt a shiver drip down your spine as the sizzling sun, which had burned your skin just moments before, slipped into a slumber and suddenly disappeared. Instead, a fog rose. It curled and wrapped around Suguru's old van, which was meant to take you straight to the campsite. The rest of the group should already be there, but you still had about two hours of driving.
"Look, the road can't be that fucking complicated," Yuki said, pulling herself up and resting her arms on your headrest. "Let's just drive straight until we find another petrol station. I'm sure they'll have some maps."
Suguru bit the inside of his cheek, cursing under his breath. "We're lost. I know it because that's the third time I've passed this car park."
Everyone leaned towards the right side of the car, following the small spot. The low, stony wall separated it from the slippery cliff overlooking a dense forest. A small body of water, a lake of some sort, peeked through the bending trees, yet the fog was too dense to see it clearly.
He stopped the van at the parking lot, no other soul around.
You wiped your eyes and yawned, opening the van's heavy door.
The air felt cold and crisp, sending shivers down your spine and pinching naked arms with little needles. You took the hoodie from your suitcase, pulling the soft, pinkish material over your top-clothed body. You stepped into the muddy pool in the white trainers, and a groany sigh slipped past your lips as you walked towards the stony wall.
Shoko joined you, a thin cigarette already lit between her fingers, before taking the first draw.
"I did not prepare clothes for such nasty weather," Utahime joined you, curling herself into Shoko's side. "Fuck, where the hell are we? It's been only an hour since we entered the forest. I was literally melting on that station."
Satoru and Suguru were still snapping at each other inside the car, while Choso and Yuki settled on the hood. With an old map from five years ago that was found in the trunk, they started scribbling a new one. They fought like an old couple, with Choso trying to draw neat lines and Yuki pointing her finger at the roads which were no longer used.
You chuckled, turning back to admire the heavy, misty view unfolding before your eyes. A gentle wind carried whispers, and an earthy smell tickled your nostrils. Your foot kicked the little pebble as it rolled and rolled, till it finally fell through the crack in an old stony wall. Trees whistled, a few branches creaking under the gentle mass of the rising fog.
"Are you okay?" Shoko's low voice suddenly brought you back.
Your head turned, a weak smile tugging on your lips. "Yeah, just a bad dream."
Grey smoke curled around her sweet face, brushed with long chestnut hair, slumber eyes trying to decode the restlessness beaming from your gaze.
"You were talking through your sleep."
Another pebble fell down the cliff as you kicked them one by one. Hands deep in the warm sweatpants, you thanked the god for wearing them instead of the shorts.
"Really? Sorry, sometimes it happens."
Shoko hummed, her voice laced with a hint of disbelief. Sometimes.
"You were repeating someone's name."
You bit the plush inside of your cheek, still looking down at your muddy shoes. A visible feeling of curiosity beamed off her eyes, while lips curled around the head of the cigarette. Another cloud of smoke mixed with the fog before she shyly, almost awkwardly, brushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
You could already sense her next questions. After all, you've been friends for the past four years, and she'd never heard the name you sometimes repeated in your sleep.
Years of sharing the rented apartment, years of hearing your wailings and cries, always leading to one word only.
"So," she started, helping you kick the pebbles through the crack in the wall. "Do you want to share who's To–"
"Hey everyone!" Choso suddenly called, immediately getting your attention.
Shoko's lips fell into an awkward line before she turned with a muttered curse. In the depth of your mind, you thanked Choso for the timing and whispered, "Sorry, let's talk later," to your dear friend.
"What is it?" Suguru asked, slamming his van's door.
Everyone walked closer to Choso and Yuki, crouching over the old map.
"Here," Choso's finger landed on a crossed mark. "That's where we currently are. And here is the road we should take," he traced the thin line, at some point going outside the forest.
"Great, then let's go," Satoru clasped, turning back towards the passenger's seat.
"Wait," Choso muttered with furrowed brows. "The problem is, this forest road was cut off years ago. We shouldn't even be here. In fact, after leaving the gas station, we were supposed to go here," his finger pointed at the road that went around the dense forest, far away from the coastline stretching behind your hunched backs.
A low fuck slipped past Suguru's lips as he gave a bitter laugh. Satoru took a step back, both hands high in the air – either ready to fight the wrath bubbling beneath Suguru's chest or trying to justify himself for the tenth time.
"I didn't tell you to go through the forest."
Suguru shot him a glare as he bit the soft inside of his cheek. The gentle wind brushed his dishevelled hair, and lavender eyes squinted at his friend.
"I know. I just naturally thought we were supposed to go this way," he squatted with a sigh, head hanging low between his slumped shoulders. "Should we go back to the station?"
"Actually…" Utahime's pitched voice slashed through the foggy air as she pointed her finger at something down the stony wall. "I see a silhouette of the church. Maybe there's a city we can check. I guess they will know the way out of the forest."
Choso's forehead wrinkled as he looked at the map more closely. Finger tracing the point you were supposed to be at, before a faint oh fell from his lips.
"You're right. There is some town here," his hazelnut eyes squinted, a few locks of long hair brushed the pale cheek. "But I can't read the name. There's a coffee stain."
He glanced up at Yuki's cherry cheeks.
"Sorry," she giggled. "I may or may not have spilt a few droplets on it this morning."
She kissed his cheek with a sweet pout before hugging the hoodie closer around her arms. The weather wasn't strictly cold, yet an unpleasant chill bit at everyone's skin, and a nippy fog gently hugged the shivering bodies.
There was something utterly grim yet beautiful about it. The way it floated with an unbothered air, as if gliding over the serene lake and the humming trees long before the dimmed light kissed the chilly earth. It rose high, hugging your ankles, calves, and thighs, as if slowly smooching your skin with frozen kisses.
It moved with you and changed with you, each step dissipating the weak puffs of hazy gloominess before it wrapped itself around you again.
You hid hands in the pockets before covering head with a hood.
"Should we go then?" Shoko sighed, squinting to see the pointed, crossed roof of the church. "Maybe they also have a new map."
A set of old wooden stairs led down towards the little town settled deep in the forest. You had no other option, so, with a heavy sigh, Suguru took a few things from the trunk.
"Here," he said, giving you, Choso, and Utahime a flashlight. "Try not to twist your ankle on this mud."
That said, he slowly walked down the stairs.
A drenched, narrow forest path led deeper into the woods. Trees bent and creaked wickedly over your bodies, humming the melody of long-forgotten memories. Each step rose a wet squelch into the air, as all of you walked in silence, following Suguru carefully.
He bickered with Satoru like an old couple, murmurs and hisses being the only sounds that mixed with the scrape of the old branches.
And as you walked, with each step wetter than the last and the narrow path nearing closer to the old church, something in your chest panged.
Head felt dizzy, almost heavy, as if the trees you passed, the leaves sticking to your shoes, the earthy smell and the old, stony church were a part of some distant memory. The one you tried to forget for a long, long time, as if your mind had simply erased it.
A name of some sort was at the tip of your tongue.
And the deeper you walked, the closer it was slipping towards your lips.
The silence stretched as you left the dense forest and walked next to the first glimmers of the town. Abandoned ranches, a windmill, a cemetery, a church that stood tall and spooky, towering over the gravelly road.
"Why is the fog getting denser?" Utahime shivered, trying to disperse it with her hand. "What is this place?"
Solely shadows and silhouettes appeared on the horizon, with a few more old ranches passing by as you walked deeper. There was no way to tell where you were or which way you were going – the land was cold and wrapped in fog, leaving no option but to immerse yourself blindly.
Something sinister hung in the air. Something that made your chest tighten and tongue fill the inside of the cheek, as if those two words you tried to remember were already tickling its tip.
"Is that a fucking cemetery?" Satoru muttered before he tripped over the small grave. "Fuck, sorry."
Suguru lit the way with the flashlight, casting a few flickers towards the old, long-forgotten tombs.
You've read them, one by one, each letter feeling almost familiar. As if some of them were already deeply carved into your mind, yet closed by a mysterious spell of some sort.
S… the name surely had an s…
"Choso, are you sure we're going the right way?" Satoru asked, instantly pulling a snort from Suguru's throat.
"That's rich coming from you," he muttered, ignoring his friend's deadly glare.
Choso lit the map, hazelnut eyes squinting as if trying to check your position. But as it was rather clear – he couldn't. For the town was simply too small and too unknown for the map to show its narrow, old roads exactly.
"We're on a good path. I guess."
"It's not like we have any other option," Yuki muttered, a grim tugging on her lips as she traced all the neglected stones. "But looking at this place, I'm not sure whether there's any civilisation."
And there was also an H… yes… S and H…
"A ghost town?" Shoko wondered out loud, lighting another cigarette. "That sounds fun."
Utahime, wrapped around her arm, trembling and shivering either from the cold or from fear, furrowed her brow. "Don't say that! This place is terrifying. I would much rather go back to the gas station."
S… hmm… S-s-s-s…
A light pinch to your arm brought you back from your thoughts, and you quickly looked at Shoko. She pushed Utahime towards Yuki, then slowed her pace and led you to the back.
"Are you okay? You're doing this again," she said, hooking her arm under yours.
Grey smoke mixed with the fog, its density only worsening. You didn't even notice she was observing your crazy, private murmurs to yourself all this time, and so a warmth kissed your neck.
"Just tired," you lied, sending her a weak smile. "It's just that…" I feel like I know this place. "I didn't get much sleep. I'm fine."
She pouted, taking another long drag. Her cheeks flushed sweetly beneath the chilly pinching, arms brushed yours. Lying to her felt horrible, nipping little needled into your aching chest.
Yet explaining the sudden fog that filled your mind seemed too difficult. First of all, it was something you wished to unravel yourself – this eerie sensation that tried to guide you towards a memory that warmed your heart with a pleasant flame.
Similar to the one you felt during the dream – hot and tender, with the name of the man who traced the loving kisses down your weeping spine.
The man who felt so familiar yet distant, plaguing your dreams for the past year. His face was never there, as if your mind had simply erased it.
"If you say so," Shoko sighed. "Oh, everyone. There's some board over there!"
All three lighters turned to a washed-green metal sign and… and your heart stopped.
"Silent Hill," Suguru read.
The air felt as if it had suddenly slipped into something heavier, colder, sending a wave of shivers through everyone's spines.
"Silent indeed," Satoru tried to relax the atmosphere, yet his pale cheeks turned cherry-red.
Silent Hill.
A soft, almost inaudible oh fell past your lips, yet everyone turned their heads to peek at your frozen, plagued-by-dread face.
With eyes bulging and lower lip trembling, you shifted your gaze from the old sign and looked farther towards the road. The fogged houses, abandoned and wrecked, looked so familiar. The mill, the church, the weeping willow hanging somewhere on the horizon. Long, slender branches weeping silently as the fog brushed them gently.
Something in your mind unlocked.
A memory of something, someone. And with it, the various sensations washed over you one by one. Dread of a sort, yet mixed with the passion that swelled your heart with the maddening, almost threatening temptation.
"What is it?" Shoko asked, squeezing your arm. "Do you know this place?"
A minute had passed before your short nod made everyone take a deep, whistling breath.
"It's my home," you mumbled, taking a step closer.
You walked slowly along the concrete road, with nothing but fog guiding you farther into the familiar, earthy smell swirling in the chilly air.
"Your home–"
Yuki started, but you quickly interrupted. "I was born here. I left this place five years ago, just before going for graduate school."
"Why?" Utahime tilted her head as everyone passed the old sign and followed you deep into the town.
You shrugged, passing the old university, now looking more deserted than ever. The old, creamy building was coated in dark smoke, as if someone had attempted to burn it.
Some memories, old and eerie, flashed through your mind, but you simply couldn't piece them together into a coherent picture. As if whatever happened here, in the town where you spent over twenty years of your life, was too scarring for your mind to remember.
As if the horrors you went through simply vanished from your memory, as if blotted out by the thick, unremovable marker.
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the unpleasant sensation squeezing your heart.
"I don't know," you answered honestly. "My parents told me I had an accident just after finishing my bachelor's degree. I only remember my life after moving cities. Whatever happened here…" you sighed, seeing that the hospital, built of deep red brick, was also half-burnt. "I don't know. They never talked about it."
Suguru and Satoru looked into some old cars standing freely by the road, as if looking for any sign of life.
But it seemed that the city had been abandoned for a long, long time, leaving nothing but the mist and tattered buildings.
"I don't think we'll find anything useful here," Choso sighed, opening another car's door. "I just don't understand why everyone suddenly left. Some of those cars probably still work." He slipped inside and grabbed something. "You see? Someone's purse, with the ID and everything. Why would you leave it behind?"
It was quite clear that none of you wished to be here anymore. That the goosebumps rose on your skins and foggy breaths escaped with a shudder.
The air was slipping into something eerie, wicked – not quite cold, but tingling your spines with the sense that lingering here any longer would do you no good.
"We should go back…" Utahime whispered, cuddling into Shoko's arm. "I don't feel good here."
"Well, why won't we at least visit your old home? Maybe you'll find something to bring back your memories."
"And we also need a few more batteries," Suguru murmured, shaking his slowly fading flashlight. "Let's look around, okay? But please don't walk alone anywhere."
You didn't remember exactly where you lived. But it seemed that your feet did, as after a few minutes you all found yourselves standing beneath the crimson-brick gate of an old apartment complex. No more than five floors, with the weeping windows and wet ivy curling around the empty frames.
Another tingling ran down your spine, as if to let you know it was here. That was the place you called home five years ago. Before you woke up in another city, with hazy memories of a life so strange, your mind simply decided to leave it alone.
A small garden curled around the building. The withered trees hung over the grimy windows; ivy covered the full length of the black metal gate. You pushed it gently, sending a high-pitched creak through the air.
Leaves swirled in the thick mist, falling gently onto the grey earth as you took the first steps inside.
"I don't remember on which floor my apartment was," you murmured, opening the old, crimson door.
Leading you all right into the long building. The fog slipped around you, marking the old, dusty rugs covering the creaking wooden planks. The air inside smelled musty and damp, yet much warmer than the chill spiralling outside. As if the heating was still active, with warmth running through the pipes connecting the abandoned apartments.
Two pairs of stairs led towards different parts of the building, and so you all looked at each other with the what now painting your tensed faces.
"Okay, me, Satoru, Yuki and Choso will go and look for some batter," Suguru said. "You, Shoko and Utahime will try to find your apartment."
"That's not fair. Why is no man coming with us?" Utahime snorted, wrapping her jumper more tightly around her goosebumped shoulders.
Satoru chuckled and slipped, "Because you have Shoko," before a low ouch followed after the brunette hit the back of his head.
"Anyways," Suguru sighed, pulling Satoru to his side. Like a naughty child who always needed a trusted adult around. "Let's meet here in thirty minutes. And please, don't leave this building no matter what. If you get lost in this fog, then it's over."
With brief nods, all of you went your way. You, Shoko and Utahime, climbed the left side, as something deep in your gut, a sense of sorts, led you towards it.
And the truth was that – you didn't know what to expect.
Your memories were slowly returning. Of Brookhaven Hospital, of Rosewater Park just passed, of Heaven's Night Club, which seemed to whisper tricksters' hints, as if wishing you to remember all the evenings you spent there. Drunk and giggly, always hanging on someone's shoulder, never on the one who haunted your dreams.
And the man, whoever he was, seemed to be a piece of the larger puzzle.
His low voice still swirling at the back of your mind. Heavy body pressing against yours, as you lay in the small, cosy room. With the sun or rain or fog slipping through the cracked window, as the seasons outside changed through all within one dream.
Sometimes, he kissed you during winter.
Another time, fucked amid the dark, rainy autumn.
When the feverish heat coated your bodies with the sheen of sweat, he promised his life to you over the deep, summer night. With the grasshoppers peeking through the thin blinds, and your mind registering nothing but the pleasure he bestowed upon your slumbered body.
And the farther you walked into the building, the more you seemed to recognise.
Because the room from your dreams must've been here.
You walked up the second floor, taking careful, quiet steps and checking every apartment with a flashlight, each and every corner.
Sometimes, a mouse crossed your path. A cockroach warmed itself next to the heating radiator, while the yellow lights flickered over the long corridors. There were at least ten apartments per floor – each one you quickly checked, holding your breath as you walked in first.
Because after a while, being here felt almost natural. As if your body consciously remembered your way around. Fingers brushing the familiar handrails, flicking the creamy light buttons, walking the old, wooden stairs that creaked under your feet.
"It looks more like a hotel," Utahime murmured, checking herself in the hallway's dirty mirror.
"Because it was," you confirmed, walking up to the second floor. "But it was too expensive, and developers changed it into an apartment complex."
Shoko hummed, opening the first door of the second floor with a gentle push. "That would explain why it's so easy to get lost in here. And also, why some flats are so tiny."
You checked the second floor, then the third, and only when you went onto the fourth did your breath hitch.
Because at the very end of the corridor, a door was ajar.
With the warm, steady light spilling from the small crack.
The three of you looked at each other, each more scared than the other.
"Don't tell me…" Utahime started, her voice trembling as if she had walked a mile in the snowstorm.
You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. "I think that's my apartment."
So you walked closer and closer and closer, each step careful and soft, as if you were afraid of awakening whatever resided inside the still-warmed flat.
And when you pushed the wooden door, nothing but a normal, cosy apartment spread before your eyes.
Opening right into the living room, with the sofa still intact and the crimson rugs hugging the clean floor. The kitchen, whose shelves seemed fine and almost full, with a soft buzz from the fridge filling the small space.
The little, round table stood in the middle, with a withered rose hanging low over the burnt candle.
You stepped inside, your eyes sweeping the place as if looking for the hint of life you had left there.
As if trying to see your past self spread on the green sofa. Or looking out at the garden from the balcony, with a cup of tea in your hand.
Maybe dreaming on the soft bed, filling the tiny bedroom fully. Till nothing but a single bedside table slipped neatly between the frame and the wall.
Your fingers brushed the slightly dusty dresser, and you noticed a few dusty pictures.
All of them showing you.
And a–
"Oh, was that your boyfriend?" Utahime gasped, grabbing one of them. "Oh gosh, so handsome!"
And handsome he was.
Much taller than you, with muscles bulging beneath the leather jacket and white T-shirt showing through his broad chest.
Short, raven hair brushed his forehead gently, ending just above the bottle-green eyes. Deep and lowered, looking right at your smiley figure, cuddled to his side.
A smirk tugged at his lips, and only then did you spot a nasty scar running across them.
He was… someone.
Someone dear, someone close, yet someone you should stay away from. The sheer sight of him made your heart swell with both inexplicable fondness and fear.
"I don't know," you muttered, brushing his face with your thumb.
Shoko was going through the search on her own, and when her frightened, trembling voice filled the silent apartment, both you and Utahime quickly made your way to her.
She sat at the kitchen table, with a few old newspapers lying on the wooden surface and her trembling fingers turning through them one by one.
A gentle, yellow light hung over her head, casting a soft glow on her bulging, chestnut eyes and fallen lips.
"I don't know who you were just talking about," she took a deep breath before turning one of the newspapers your way. "But if that's him, then your parents had a good reason to leave this town."
Your eyes traced a row of neatly printed letters. Turning into words of some sort, but the longer you read them, the less sense they made. They puzzled over a piece of something peculiar, almost eerie, that gave you a painful, pulsing headache.
Utahime gasped, covering her mouth with a hand.
Shoko sat frozen, following the changing expressions on your face, as you dropped onto another chair.
She said your name. Whispered, while Utahime placed a hand on your shoulder.
You didn't understand why.
Because the words on the paper, linking into a Five male students and one female bartender killed out of jealousy! still sounded incoherent.
And when your eyes moved onto another newspaper, the world started to swirl.
The jealous boyfriend strikes again – another three lives to mourn.
Kidnapping of the female student – the girl found after a week!
And when your eyes dropped onto the newspaper from five years ago, just a few weeks after you left – your breath hitched.
Murderer on the loose! The man who took the lives of eight male students and kidnapped his girlfriend escapes from jail.
And in each one of the articles, there was the same face.
The one who looked at you with unconditional love, as you nuzzled your cheek into his leather jacket and let the heavy arm wrap around your shoulder.
"Toji Fushiguro," Utahime read before giving you a quick look. "And the girl who was kidnapped…"
You nodded, still staring blankly at the piece of paper. "Yeah. That was me."
And yet you had no memories of the supposed days spent under lock and key.
No, but rather of something warm and fuzzy tickling your skin. Of the warm kisses peppering your neck, thighs, and breasts, as the same man hung over you, wrapping you in a protective embrace.
You couldn't tell, however, whether those were memories of sorts, or rather yet another dream that haunted your mind every single night.
A dream of you loving someone, and him loving you – in an utterly twisted, possessive yet true manner.
"Toji Fushiguro," the name spilt sweetly on your tongue, like a honeyed glaze that stuck to the inside of your cheeks.
Sounding familiar and almost lovable, ripping another large, foggy flake from your memory. And as it fell somewhere into the depths of your mind, the man's face, always hiding behind your arched back, suddenly became clear. The name you whispered in your dreams over and over again, stuck heavy to your throat.
Toji Fushiguro.
A man, a lover, a nightmare.
You bit the inside of your cheek, brushing with a thumb his printed face. Handsome, yet scarred with an intimidating look. Completely different from the voice that guided you sweetly in your dreams.
Before you could open your mouth, a loud, weeping scream filled the whole building, as if it were coming from the deepest, ripest parts of someone's lungs, sending a surge of shivers down your spine.
Shoko immediately stood up and walked towards the ajar door. She peeked through the little crack, as if waiting for another scream to bounce off the dark hallway's walls.
And when it came with the same intensity, you and Utahime joined her.
"It sounded like Yuki," Shoko whispered, lighting the old carpet with a trembling flashlight.
A shuddered breath escaped her throat as she tried to keep the hand steady. But it seemed impossible, with the metallic stench slowly rising above the floors and floating right your way.
"Should we check it?" Utahime asked, trying to hide herself behind the doorframe. "Let's find the rest and just get the hell out of this place. I'm going to start crying any second now.
And she was right, as her lip trembled in fear and fingers clenched Shoko's arm in a deadly grip.
You curled your hands into a fist and took a flashlight from Shoko's hands. "Follow me. There's a hallway linking both sides, we can join them through it."
In a slow, single file, you slipped out of the room, with Shoko gripping your arm and Utahime's muffled cries filling the silent corridor. Each of your steps left a creak as the carpet-clad floors wept under your trembling bodies.
The hallway felt never-ending, leading you through the darkness and ajar rooms – always empty and cold, very different from your still cosy apartment.
Something moved at the end of the corridor. Another weep pinched your spines, and this time, it wasn't Utahime.
All three of you froze in place when a few muffled voices came from a place nearby. Unpleasant whispers, dull sobs, sounding slightly familiar.
"Yuki?" You whispered, waiting a few seconds before calling, "Suguru?"
You took another step, although your two trembling friends made it almost impossible. Utahime didn't try to hide her tears anymore, weeping right into Shoko's hoodie. She, on the other hand, bit her lower lip hard, till a few droplets of crimson blood bubbled on her dry skin.
"Choso?" You whispered again, awaiting any sign that the voices you've just heard were not, in fact, your imagination.
Or something worse – unknown, eerie, befitting the mystery that hugged this town with the innocent, soft fog.
You took a few steps before something grabbed your arm and pulled all three of you into one of the rooms.
"What the–"
But before you could finish, someone's trembling hand covered your lips.
You would recognise that light hair everywhere. With chestnut eyes dancing madly and milky skin dirtied with some sticky liquid.
"S-shh-hh," Yuki whispered, pressing a crimson finger to her lips. "Don't s-say anything, f-fuck…" She quickly looked out the room before closing the door.
Someone gasped, and only then did you notice Choso sitting right next to her. Curled against the wall, with his head between his shoulders and muffled, low cries slipping past his trembling lips.
"Choso…" Shoko inhaled with a hiss before her trembling hand touched his shoulder. "Choso are you okay?"
When he looked up, all three of you froze
With mouth agape and eyes wide as porcelain plates, he traced the crimson stench trickling down his cut eyebrow. His white shirt turned vermilion, and his lip trembled as he looked at your untouched state.
"So you didn't meet him, huh?" He whispered, grabbing Shoko's wrist. "The m-monster, you didn't see h-him?"
Utahime was already on the verge of tears, so she curled up in the room's dusty corner, her thighs drawn to her chest. Shoko ripped a piece of her T-shirt and pressed it to Choso's bleeding forehead.
"What monster? Where's Satoru and Suguru?" Shoko asked, trying to keep a cool, steady tone.
But you could see the sweat trickling down her creamy neck. Eyes darted between Yuki and Choso, one looking worse than the other.
A loud sob slipped past Yuki's lips before she quickly muffled it with her hand. Choso groaned, banging his head against the wall, trying to hold back the tears that were scratching his eyelids.
"They're gone," he said so quietly, you needed to take a second look at his face.
Shoko placed hands on his cheeks, keeping his head steady. "What do you mean gone?"
He didn't need to say anything, for the deep, miserable sigh that escaped his throat and Yuki's storming sobs were enough.
"They were in another room, looking for those f-fucking batteries, a-and…" Another muffled cry filled the chilly room.
"He got them," Choso finished.
"He?" You asked, curling fingers on your hoodie. "Who's he?"
"I don't know. He's massive, like a fucking monster. Wears a helmet of sorts, but it looks triangular. And carries this, I don't know, long, heavy knife," Choso buried hands in his hair, tugging on them with a painful breath. "He cut them as if they were a fucking slice of meat. Fuck, we barely managed to run away, but he's still somewhere here."
And before you could ask anything else, a loud bang sliced through the long corridor. Something heavy hit the old pipes, and the dull clatter rose into the stale air. Hit after hit, growing steadily closer, as whatever was causing it turned your way.
Yuki and Choso looked at each other with bulging eyes before flying towards the door. Through the small crack, they peeked their heads out for a second before closing it with a thud.
"Everyone hide," "Everyone hide," Choso ordered, frantically scanning the small room. "His sight isn't the best, but he has a real-fucking-good sense of smell. Hide somewhere here."
Shoko pulled the trembling Utahime from the corner, then moved them both behind the long, dirty curtains.
The deep night had fallen over the abandoned town, bathing the tiny room in darkness as deep as the midnight sky. The fog rose in thick layers, slipping through the cracks in the window sills. The rain lay a thin layer over the tall windows, painting them with cries and weepings, as if wishing to muffle your heavy breaths filling the lonely apartment.
The noise was growing louder as all of you hid in the darkest corners of the room – behind the curtains, deep inside the closet, and under the lone, thin bed.
Yuki and Choso curled together beneath it, while you breathed in the old, musty air of the dresses waiting patiently in the closet. Sweat trickled down your neck, lungs squeezed, head pulsed.
Not in pain, but rather a strange feeling that pinched your heart in such an unsettling manner.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor as someone began kicking in the doors to the apartments one by one. Looking inside for a few minutes before moving to the next, and next, with the dull, metallic noise cutting the vermilion carpet.
A low groan accompanied each step, as if the monster mumbled something under his nose.
A word… a name.
Sounding familiar yet so strange, only when he stood under your door did you recognise that it was indeed a name of yours.
A faint oh god, fell past Utahime's lips before Shoko quickly pressed her hand to shut her up.
Because the moment your room opened – everyone held their breath.
You peered through the little crack in the closet and pressed a hand to your lips. A shaky, teary gasp filled your tiny space as you saw a monster walking inside the room.
At least two metres tall, with shoulders barely fitting through the door frame and a single dirty cloth wrapped around his hips. A large, triangular helmet covered his panting face, while a vein-bulging hand dragged a long knife. Heavy, covered in vermilion liquid dripping onto the floor.
The stench of blood swirled in the air, mingling with a heavy, musky fragrance that tickled your nose. His footsteps shook the floor; beefy arms squeezed through the entrance as he stood in the middle of the room, looking around it at a slow, unhurried pace.
Your name once again fell off his lips, followed by a muffled baby baby baby, stuck in his mind like a mantra. A low, groany voice deepened the density of the aura he spread around himself.
And then… the massive, crimson helmet turned your way.
He took a deep breath, as if following the smell that slipped past the closet's cracked door.
He has some real-fucking-good sense of smell, you remembered Choso's words and gasped.
His steps were slow, rather crooked, as the long blade bent his back in an utterly strange way. The muscular, wide chest was covered in a thin layer of sweat, yet the fragrance smelled rather pleasant.
Familiar.
"Baby," his muffled groan slipped from beneath the helmet.
You knew this voice – low, raspy, lined with the tenderness that contradicted the pulsing dreadfulness it drew beneath your chest.
The same softness that haunted your dreams.
Your hand pressed against the door, eyes following his body as it came closer. And closer, and closer, until the musky smell hit your nostrils much harder as he grabbed the old closet door.
He didn't just open them, but tore them from the hinges with a single pull. Till nothing but a few pieces of wood hung loosely, exposing your small figure curled between the flowery dresses.
"T-To–"
But before you could finish, his fingers curled around your neck.
Pulling you closer, until you needed to stand on your toes to match his eye level. Although it was difficult to tell where his eyes were, as he hauled you right in front of his triangular helmet.
You've never felt such strength. Deathly, monstrous, overpowering you in every sense, with fat fingers gripping your throat.
"T-Toji…" you coughed again, dragging your nails over his beefy forearm. "Toji i-it's me."
His head tilted, as if trying to register your words.
You wriggled beneath his grip, twisted and squirmed, feeling pulsing blood slowly hitting your head.
A moment passed before he set you free, letting you fall back into the closet. But not for long, as a second later his arms curled around your waist and the world suddenly turned upside down.
You were hanging off his shoulder, with head dangling high in the air till you could see nothing but his blade dragged dully across the carpet.
You've noticed Shoko's bulging eyes mingling beneath the crisp moonlight. Yuki's arm trying to wriggle itself free from beneath the bed, until Choso quickly pulled her back in.
Everyone heard the monster whisper your name.
So everyone was ready to leave you be and save their own life.
And for that matter, you didn't mind it. As the long-gone feelings that had stayed locked deep within the confines of your heart suddenly spilt through the tiny cracks.
Your body hung swaying as the monster walked along the corridor. Towards the only apartment that was still brimming with life, as if cared for and tended to for years, waiting for your comeback.
When he passed the entrance and closed the door with a thud, you waited for your feet to touch the floor.
But instead, he dragged you to the bedroom, throwing you onto the soft bed. Your back bounced off the mattress as you tried to squirm into the farthest corner of the room.
He didn't let you go, grabbing your ankle and pulling you back in. Until you gasped, feeling his massive hands hook under your thighs, only to fold you in half.
"Take it off," he mumbled, dragging the end of his metal helmet along your trembling chin. "Take it off, baby."
You bit the inside of your cheek, grabbing the heavy, triangular helmet with both hands. The bloody stench dropped down the floor together with a loud clacker, filling the rain-peppered bedroom.
A soft gasp escaped your lips as the fog covering the face that appeared in your dreams every single night finally melted away your sealed memories.
The face of the only man you have ever loved loomed over your head.
With emerald eyes tracing the softness of your skin, gleaming in the chilly moonlight filtering through the blinds.
You trembled when he lifted his fingers to brush your cheek.
"My baby," he whispered, a low groan hitting you with a blooming warmth. His massive body fully blocked the only moonlight spilling in, bathing you in heat radiating from his chest. "It's been so long since I've lost you."
You didn't know what to do with your hands, but as he nuzzled his face against your breasts, you wrapped them around his neck. Tugging gently at raven hair, damp against his skin.
"Tell me you missed me," his fingers dug deeper into your thighs, as he pressed them against your chest. "Baby, tell me you thought of me this whole time."
But answering him was much more difficult than you expected, with fear and dizziness knotting deep in your neck. Only a soft pant slipped past your lips as he kissed your neck gently, licking the sweaty skin with a groan.
"W-why did you kill them?" you finally asked. "My friends…"
He knew who you were talking about, and chuckled, pulling away slightly, just to get a better view of your lovely face, with softly pouted lips and big eyes, looking up at his massive frame in panic.
"Because they wanted to take you away from me," He grinned. "Why the sad face, baby? Were they someone special for you?"
You bit lower lip, but he quickly pulled it down from between your teeth. "Answer me, baby. Were they someone special?"
"Y-ye–"
But Toji tilted his head, quickly cutting you off. "I would think twice before answering, baby."
You felt his fingers playing with the hem of your trousers. Fat digits, slowly, slowly slipping them off your hips. He used one hand to straighten your knees and roll the tracksuit swiftly, while keeping the other on your belly. Heavy and strong, pressing you into the mattress with a force you had no chance against.
The fear froze you in place as his fingers slipped beneath the hoodie.
"You don't want to make me angry, baby. Remember, some of your friends are still here," he muttered, warm breath tickling your earlobe. "Were the men I killed anyone special to you?"
"N-no," you sighed when one of his fat fingers brushed the hem of your bra. "No t-they weren't."
You wriggled beneath his massive body as he folded it in half again. He lifted your hips off the mattress and pressed himself against you with his full, crushing weight. A soft moan slipped past your lips as he tore your bra with a single pull.
Toji hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your chin. "You should be happy I didn't kill your parents, baby," Teeth bit the soft spot just beneath it, forcing you to tilt your head back. "That I was still in jail when they took my girl away from me."
Fear, panic and anxiety mixed with the waves of pleasure he sent through your body. With fingers pinching the perked, naked nipples, and teeth grazing the soft skin of your neck.
You voluntarily lifted your hands, allowing him to pull off your hoodie in one swift motion. Leaving you bare and sweating – splayed beneath his massive body, with nothing but a bloodstained leather tunic wrapped around his hips.
The panic echoed through your mind, but the body acted as if it longed for the touch that used to make your head spin from pleasure. Willingly working with his fingers, melting softly beneath the tender touch and kisses, his soft lips peppered you with.
"Those men…" You mumbled, recalling his face plastered to all the major news from five years ago. "The kidnapping. I don't remember anything."
Toji pulled away, his squinted eyes observing your face closely. As if looking for any signs of deceitfulness.
"What do you mean?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, when he leaned over your chest, wrapping lips around one of the perked nipples. Sucking it gently, with a tongue swirling the sensitive bud and giving it a soft bite.
"M-my memory, mhm," your eyes fluttered, feeling his hips press against your soaked panties. "T-tell me, what happened here?"
The stench of vermilion blood still covered his skin, painting it in dripping red strokes. The blood of your dearest friends, most surely.
He ripped your drenched panties off, using the flimsy material to wipe himself clean. Letting your lingerie soak the remains of the people you spent your past few years with.
You didn't dare to move. Didn't dare to fight.
Just allowed yourself to melt under his fingers slipping down your belly, towards the clenching, fluttering cunt that drenched your inner thighs with the nasty, sticky juices.
It felt utterly inappropriate. To feel the lustful flame biting your flesh while spreading yourself beneath the man who had killed your friends just a few minutes earlier.
The roll of your hips in desperate waves, tugging harshly at his raven hair sticking to his neck.
But he was the man you, supposedly, loved dearly those years ago, and it was no surprise that your body, heart, and soul pulled you towards him in weeping despair.
"That female bartender," you gasped, as his finger brushed your trembling clit. "T-toji, wait, please tell me–"
"Shhh," he licked the long stripe between your breasts, across your chest, up your neck, until his lips met yours in a messy, metallic kiss. "My pretty girl. You truly don't remember, hm?"
Your head shook, and lungs desperately gasped for air, as he put his massive weight on your body. Till the mattress dipped beneath your back and a few bedsprings pinched your spine.
"You killed her," he whispered, tugging slightly to keep an eye on the surprise twisting your face. "That's right, baby. You killed her because she flirted with me in the club's bathroom. And I only took the blame for you. After all, I never denied killing those eight fuckers, and another victim didn't make much difference."
Another big slab of memory slipped back into your mind.
From years ago, with a girl, tracing kisses up Toji's neck, as he tried to push her away. Her fingers on his bulging jeans, hand wrapping around the biceps.
You, waiting for her at the club's back door, till she walked out alone and had the misfortune of meeting you.
Her head smashed with a heavy stone, as you huffed and puffed over her body, a rage still bubbling in your veins.
And then Toji appeared – always lurking somewhere around, never out of your sight – hugging you from behind. "She made my baby angry, hm?"
You pouted, turning in his embrace. Eyes looking up to meet his, drenched fingers brushing his cheeks. "I didn't like the way she touched you."
He giggled, nuzzling into your soft palm. He kissed it tenderly, allowing a stench of blood to coat his gentle lips. "That's okay, baby. No one can ever take you away from me. I'm forever yours."
The memory slipped into your mind suddenly, almost like an intrusion, sparking a surge of panic and anxiety that filled your heart with a painful throb.
You killed someone.
You killed a woman, only because of your foolish jealousy.
And the man hanging over you took the blame because there was nothing, ever, he wouldn't do for his precious girl.
"I missed you so fucking much," he connected your maws again, pulling your lower lip with a soft groan. His finger scooped the honeyed juice sticking to your clenching folds, as another filthy moan hit your cheeks. "I bet you taste delicious, hm?"
A shuddering cry fell past your lips, as you felt his fat finger trying to squeeze itself through your tight, wet hole. Sticky juices coated his skin like a spiderweb, yet your clenching muscles were too shut to let his finger in.
"Baby, you need to relax," he chuckled, peppering kisses down your chin.
Through neck, breasts, staying a bit longer to suck on your perked nipples, before biting a small roll of your belly and finally kneeling in front of your spread legs.
"I won't be able to fuck you if you won't open up," emerald eyes followed your tightly shut cunt, before moving up to glance at the warmth hitting your embarrassed cheeks. "It's been so long, hm?" his warm breath smooched your trembling clit. "No one has touched you for the past five years, right, baby?"
Your head nodded in panic as a sly smile tugged at Toji's lips. "N-no one, I-I thought I was a virgin…"
And because the past few years of your life had been nothing but a misty memory, you frankly thought of yourself as fully inexperienced in sexual pleasures. With only lustful dreams plaguing your nights, of a man who currently looked up at you from between your spread legs.
"Truly, baby?" he sniffed your leaking cunt, shifting the air with a loud groan. "Because when I kidnapped you, we did nothing but fucked for a whole week," his fat finger once again tried to push through your walls, only to send a crying moan from your throat. "I filled you with so much cum, we were sure you would walk out pregnant," scarred lips finally pressed to your clit, swirling the trembling button with a drenched tongue. "My sweet baby, you were always crying so prettily on my cock. Come on, open yourself for me."
He sucked, licked, and kissed your puffy clit, with soaked fingers slowly stretching your sealed walls. The muscles wrapped around his digit in an almost painful manner, and he hissed, feeling how tight you truly were.
Your back arched from a pleasure washing over your spine, as he swirled his tongue all over your weeping cunt. Sucking gently on a clit, biting the swollen lips, drinking the spilling juices like a madman, till the sweetness of your pussy marked his whole face. Cheeks and chin, both smeared in the sticky cum, as emerald eyes rolled back at the creaminess spilling over his taste buds.
"I missed you so much, my love, my baby," Toji moaned, pulling you closer to his face. One meaty palm fell over your belly, while two fingers of another tried to slip inside your clenching pussy. "You have no fucking idea how angry I was when they took you. Fuck," another groan of his pinched your spine with a trembling pleasure, as your back arched. "I killed them all."
You glanced down at his wet forehead, brushing away a few strands of hair sticking to creamy skin. "Who?"
He groaned when you tugged on his hair. "Everyone. I killed everyone for taking you away from me. For locking me up and letting your parents take you, God knows where."
The abandoned hospital, burnt university, destroyed ranches – he killed them all.
And as much as you wished to feel some sympathy, all the lost memories were slowly flooding your mind.
The days spent in Toji's pleasure, with his maniacal, possessive love, were flooding your mind again. His jealousy and territorial control led to so many unnecessary deaths.
Some of them caused by your hands.
"Good," you suddenly whispered, feeling an overwhelming, blinding pleasure bubbling in your loins. "Mhm, Toji–ah–that's o-okay."
His fat fingers barely slipped inside your cunt, lips worked on your swollen clit with a groan sending tremblings through your sensitive bud. He kissed and licked and sucked your pussy with an almost devoted passion, massive hand pressing your lower belly to the mattress.
You spread your legs farther, allowing his wide shoulders to paint red the insides of your thighs.
"Yeah?" he muttered, slowly looking up. "Are you happy, baby? I punished them all. Just for you."
When his fingers slipped deeper, your head fell back, and a bubbly moan escaped your tightened throat. "F-fuck, am s-so happy–ahhh."
Your hips rolled against his plastered tongue, chasing the pleasure slowly splashing in your lower belly.
But you didn't want to cum like that. Not on his tongue, when you've already noticed the meaty cock stretching his leather tunic.
And so you placed a foot on his forehead, pushing his starving mouth away. Your sticky juices dripped from his chin, hearts dancing in the emerald eyes, plagued only by the longing and desperation to eat his pretty girl alive.
"Don't test me, baby," he muttered, kissing the sole of your foot. "I've been waiting for you five years. Do you know what it does to a man?"
But you could only smile – slyly, cheekily, as if the girl from five years ago were slowly slipping back into your body – and roll onto your belly. Just to lift your hips and spread your cheeks with one hand.
The droplets of cum oozed from your tight cunt, landing softly on the drenched mattress. The sudden surge of boldness smooched your neck with warm kisses, leaving you bare and trembling right in front of your lover's eyes.
"I don't wish to test you," you muttered, still a bit shyly, avoiding his heavy gaze. "Just p-please, fuck me already. I want to cum on your cock."
He hummed and stood up. His head almost brushed the ceiling, and his massive body cast a large shadow over your trembling figure. He ripped the leather tunic off his hips with one pull, leaving you completely breathless.
The sudden confidence… suddenly disappeared.
And instead, panic rose in your chest as you saw the hanging monstrosity he had been hiding all this time.
Too heavy to stick to his abdomen, yet stony hard and oozing with musty precum. The bluish veins curled around his fat, pulsing shaft, and the reddened head was ready to burst any second.
Before you could change a position, suddenly feeling that this one felt too intimidating and deep, his hands grabbed your hips and pressed them to his hanging length.
"What happened, baby? You were so confident just a mere seconds ago," Toji chuckled, feeling the heat of your cunt against his cock. "I wanted to stretch you a bit longer, but if you're sure that it's not needed…"
He grabbed pulsing head, drenching it in your juices. It already felt heavy, monstrous, as he smooched your tight entrance with the biting heat that spread all over your swollen pussy.
"N-no, wait–" you tried to push him away, but he quickly pressed you to the mattress with one hand.
A massive palm landed on your back, locking you in one position – with hips high up and nipples brushing the bedding. You begged and wriggled, feeling his massive body tremble with laughter.
"Shhh," he bent over, kissing your spine. "Take a deep breath, baby. You brought it upon yourself."
His massive cock poked on your entrance. Pulsing head squeezing through the tight rim of your muscles, getting itself drenched in your honeyed juices. Your walls squeezed his shaft with a painful pleasure, letting a low groan slip past his lips.
"Toji, y-you're too big–mmm," a muffled cry hit the pillow, as his hand still kept you pressed to the mattress. "I can't–"
"No, baby," he chuckled, yet a few droplets of sweat bubbled on his forehead. "You can. And you will. I haven't cummed in five fucking years. Do you know how much I've been holding up for you, hm? I hope you came hungry, because today I'll be stuffing you full."
The grip of your cunt was simply maddening, almost tormenting, and if he didn't bite down his lower lips, he would already tear your sweet cunt with a lone thrust. But instead, he slowly pushed in, taking a deep breath as his head fully slipped in.
Thick shaft swabbing your insides, his hand sliding down to feel himself through your belly. Palm pressing the shivering muscles, as he pushed, and pushed, forcing inch by inch into your weeping cunt.
Completely deaf to your sobbing when you tried to pull yourself off his massive cock.
"Toji, p-please, fuck, that's–ahhh," you attempted to turn your head back, but his hand between your shoulder blades was keeping you in place.
"Just a minute, baby," he hummed, feeling his cock, slide through the tightness of your cunt. Your belly bulged with his thickness, sending another ruffling chuckle through his chest, and a crying moan out of your lips. "I'm almost here. Arch yourself a bit more, hm? Let me hit that sweet spot of yours."
You did as he ordered, hugging the pillow he pressed your face to.
"That's right, my good girl." His fingers opened your pussylips to see the nasty mess coating his length. "Don't tell me you hate it, baby. Your pussy is sucking me in. And I know that if I do this," he suddenly, without a warning, pushed his full length in, drawing a weeping scream from your throat. "You will immediately cum."
And he was right, because the moment his fat, bursting head hit your womb, and fingers pinched your clit – you cummed all over the mattress. Drenching it in crystalline juices, as a wave of pleasure washed over your quivering spine.
He didn't stop. Didn't wait for you to calm down after the first orgasm.
Instead, his thrusts became brutal, almost inhumane, as he pounced on you like a savage monster. With one hand still rolling your clit, he leaned over to lick a filthy strip of your sweat-coated skin. Teeth biting deep into your shoulder, as you cried pitifully, feeling his cock rearrange your insides.
"What's wrong, baby?" He chuckled, noticing a warmth creeping up your neck. "You still want me to pull out?"
Your head shook, teary eyes glancing back at his handsome face. "You're so mean."
Yet your hips started to willingly hit against his, chasing the hefty smooches of his leaking head that swelled your womb. The fat shaft filled you with maddening fullness, hitting all sensitive bumps inside your pussy. Soft walls clamped down on his cock, as if desperately trying to keep it in place.
But Toji's hips were stronger, faster, as he pulled his cock out, till nothing but his tip was still getting sucked by your sweet cunt, only to slam it back and force a moany cry out of your lips.
"Yeah baby, I'm so fucking mean," the sweat glazed his forehead, a few droplets trickling down his massive back. "And I'll be so mean while stuffing your poor belly full. You're not leaving this room until I get you fucking, pregnant."
You moaned, rolling your hips to feel more of his monstrosity brush against your sweet spot. Eyes rolled back and mouth agape, a thread of crystal spit trickling down your chin.
Toji laughed, seeing your fucked-out face drooling into the pillow. "And you're going to thank me for it, right, baby?"
He grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently nodded your head. "Yeah, my sweet girl. You're not leaving my side ever again."
His hips hit you faster, more brutally, making your back twist into a painful arch and your feet curl, as another wave of pleasure already pinched your lower belly.
"Try to run away, and I'll promise you'll never see the sunlight again."
His cock pounded you madly, and you could swear that it somehow, suddenly, swelled. Becoming even thicker, fatter, till your poor womb cried from the brutal madness of his leaking head and fluttering walls tried to stretch under its sudden growth.
"Tell me how much you love me," he ordered, biting gently on your earlobe. "Come on, baby, tell me how much you missed me."
His massive body pressed you into the mattress; air barely slipped past your compressed lungs, yet a muffled, "I l-love you–ahhh–T-toji I love you s-so much," still forced its way out of your lips.
"I-m going to, mmm, Toji f-fuck–"
He chuckled, rolling your clit between his fingers. Cock ravishing your pussy brutally, another wave of cum already splashing in your lower belly, as he put all his massive weight onto your poor, trembling body.
The fat shaft sat heavily inside the sweet warmth of your cunt, nuzzling itself deep against the swollen womb.
And within another second – he finally came.
Or likely burst, painting your insides white, with thick, hefty spurts of sticky seed, filling the little belly pouch. Stuffing your womb full, just as he promised, till the cum started leaking past the veiny shaft swallowed fully by your weeping pussy.
Trembles after trembles flooded your spine, as he whispered sweet little nothing to your crying cheeks. Kissing away the salty droplets, before he rolled you over and folded you in half.
"Toji, i-it hurts," you wept, yet still softening from pleasure under his touch.
He didn't need another minute, not even a second, as his cock hardened a moment after seeing your puffy, lovely face.
"What hurts, baby?" He cooed, licking your soft cheeks. "Tell me, what's the matter?"
You pressed your hand to your lower belly, feeling the waves of his cum splashing inside your pulsing womb. "It's too much. Mhmmm, Toji, I can't do it a-again."
But he simply didn't give you any mind. Knowing how much pleasure you always took from being manhandled like a rag doll. Getting stuffed full, till the nausea hit your throat from the taste of his cum and cunt leaked for whole weeks.
And if you haven't remembered it yet, he simply needs to remind you.
So he did – over and over again. Until you truly became nothing but a doll, liquefying in his beefy arms and weeping sweetly as you rode his massive, gut-turning cock. And although your face was swollen from constant sobbing, your heart swelled with maddening, almost terrifying adoration.
Or a torment, maybe, towards a man whom you should rather hate than care for.
The Victorian-style house looked a bit creepy, but rather cute. Very pinkish. Perfectly serene for your remote job and longing for silence. And everything would be wonderful if not for this little weird doll that looks like you and a small door in the living room, leading to... nowhere? And what about those two guys who lived here sixty years ago?
˖𖦹 ݁˖ pairing: Satosugu x F!Reader
˖𖦹 ݁˖ content/warnigs for this chapter: ꒰ Coraline AU :: reader is a horror writer :: dark and eerie atmosphere :: victorian house :: a weird doll :: appearence of Satoru and Suguru :: they have button eyes :: Satoru is just a housewife :: the eerie well :: small town mystery :: Sukuna is a dickhead :: 7k words ꒱
˖𖦹 ݁˖ notes: Apologies for such a delay! I was busy with life :( I suggest reading the series in the evening!
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──── chapter two 🗝
Soft wind bounced off the window and woke you early in the morning. The non-stopping rain painted the old glass in harsh strokes, crystal droplets running down the pink, slippery eaves.
Usually, you would allow gentle smooches of sunshine to wake you from your dreamy slumber. Yet that morning, a light pit-pat-pit-pat tickled your eardrums before the sun had even fully risen. You looked over your shoulder, seeing a thin fog curling in front of your windows, clinging softly to their crying surface.
It might have been the worst summer of your life, with little to no warmth seeping through the light bedsheets you brought with you. The winter one was yet to be bought, and so you wondered whether it was time to make a short trip to the town.
The old car, with scraped midnight paint and a hump that made it look like a beetle, would be brought under your house by tomorrow. And so it meant spending another night squirming under the thin summer sheet, trying to warm yourself with the woollen pyjamas you had fortunately bought.
You looked at the phone – 8:00 am – and groaned, trying to slip back into the dreamy slumber. But whenever you tried, Sukuna's hips slamming into his whore and the latest email from your editor – please tell me you're working on some story – were plaguing your mind like a nightmare.
So you groaned, wiping your face with a hand, before trying to grab the phone from the bedside table. With a sleepiness still sticking to your lashes, it dropped from your fingers, landing under the bed.
"Fuck," you murmured, slipping only the upper half of your body off the mattress to grab it back. But when your eyes fell on the mysterious treasures hiding beneath the bed, a sudden "Oh!" escaped in surprise.
Something sat shyly on the floor.
Hidden in the darkness, a yellow jacket mingled under the foggy flame creeping into your bedroom. You quickly grabbed it and sat back on the bed.
A doll.
Rather soft, filled with a wool of some sort, neatly hidden beneath its tightly sewn skin. Her button eyes, the same colour as yours, looked at you curiously, cheeks painted a peppery red. You brushed her hair, made of soft wool and looked down at the outfit. The same one you wore yesterday, with a yellow raincoat brushing her knees and high boots loose around the calves. A jumper peeked from beneath the jacket, of the same colour as the one currently lying on the chair.
"Why do you look like me, hm?" a soft ask bounced off the doll's eyes, and you tapped on them with your finger. "Where's your owner, sweetie?"
But the doll, of course, didn't say anything. Instead, looked at you with its round irises and pouted lips, as you sighed. The first day in an old Victorian house, and you were already going crazy. Shoko would surely be proud of you.
With no other option, you hugged the doll closer to your chest and, with a light blanket draped over your shoulder, you went downstairs.
The house was eerily quiet, with the squeak of old stairs echoing off the walls hung with portraits and your breathing mingling with the light patter on the centuries-old windows. The woody fragrance still lingered in the living room as you walked past. Your eyes stayed a moment longer on the slightly ajar little doors, as if checking whether the red brick had suddenly disappeared, revealing to you the entrance to the Alice in Wonderland-like realm.
Unfortunately, it was still there.
The kitchen was bathed in darkness when you set the doll on the counter and switched on the lights. Something flickered, something hissed, before the bulb dimmed like a blown-out candle.
"Are you joking?" You groaned, trying to turn the light on again and again.
Hitting the switch madly until the bulb finally came back to life and bathed your kitchen in a faint glow. Well, it's not like you needed full light to eat breakfast.
The fog knocking on your window provided enough glow to let you distinguish the spoons from the forks in the shadowed drawer.
You opened the fridge next, sighing when you saw the meagre groceries you managed to buy yesterday while passing through the town. A few eggs, butter and milk, as you were sure they would last until your car finally arrived.
"What do you think, mini-me?" You asked, peeking your head from behind the fridge doors. "Bread with eggs or eggs with bread?"
For a minute, a few seconds, you wondered whether you had left her in that position. With her head turned your way, gently tilted. Button eyes gazed lovingly, hair brushing her cheeks in an utterly adorable manner. She looked almost curious about your questions, seemingly listening to your soft complaints all this time.
"Bread with eggs it is then," you giggle, closing the door with a thud.
The buttery fragrance swirled over the pan as you cracked two eggs. At the same time, your phone buzzed, lighting the kitchen with a few messages popping one after another.
You peeked at the screen before a deep scowl twisted your forehead.
Dickhead: Where are you? Your mother said you moved the cities.
Dickhead: Can we please talk? I know I was a total asshole, but you can't just cut yourself off after so many years.
Dickhead: Don't block my number or I'll just get the new one.
"Fuck off," you mumbled, peeking towards the doll. Her small head was still facing the fridge, so you turned her towards you. "Mini-me, how about going on a trip today? I've read there's a haunted well somewhere around," her button eyes shimmered under the flickering light bulb, almost as if she wanted to agree.
With a cup of instant coffee and a warm scrambled egg, you sat on the rocking chair waiting on the porch. Rain pattered, plip-plop-plip-plop on the pinky-washed roof, dripping down the bare ground. An earthy, cold smell tried to slip under your thick pyjamas, so you wrapped the blanket more tightly around your shoulders and sat back in the chair.
The fog was slowly falling, unfolding the sad, dark view of the withered garden and big puddles forming beneath the stairs.
You placed the doll on the table, as if she were the only human-like creature you could speak to. But in fact, if someone peeked through your windows, they would see a possessed, lonely woman who spent her days talking to the weird doll and strolling through the forests to find her next concept for a horror story.
The mug warmed your skin, and the coffee burned your throat in an utterly pleasurable way until a soft sigh slipped past your lips. You wondered whether to ask the neighbour about the doll, but Miss Pink and Miss Forcible would surely show other signs of dementia upon seeing a toy that looked just like you.
As for the peculiar neighbour upstairs… he was better off alone.
The rain slowed as the sun peeked out from between the dark clouds. It kissed the drenched windows for a moment before disappearing again, swallowed by the storm swirling over the mystic woods.
After breakfast, you made yourself look half-presentable, changing out of pyjamas into a yellow raincoat and long boots before going outside. The jumper brushed your skin softly, keeping the pinching air from slipping beneath it.
You've never experienced a summer like this one, but the fog tickled your cheeks pleasantly, and a fresh, woody smell swirled in the air, filling your lungs with an earthy taste. Your yellow-booted feet stepped off the porch, immediately sinking into the mud. With a doll in your hand, you started walking towards the woods spreading behind the house.
A hill of sorts loomed over the pinkish eaves, and so you walked up its crooked path, kicking the little stones creeping under your feet. A low melody bounced off the drenched trees, birthing fruits and flowers and simply leaves, with little droplets tap-tap-tapping onto your coat-covered head.
A crow looked high from the branch, coal eyes following your figure jumping over the pools, with hands gripping the lone stick and marking long, writhen paths. Its lone caw-caw-caw tickled your ears, and you smiled under your nose, hugging the mini-you closer to your chest.
The hill ended after fifteen minutes or so, and thus you stood on its top, glancing at the pinkish house hugged by a soft fog. It was slowly, gently falling down, dancing just above the first steps of the porch, as if scared to slip any further.
The well you've read about on some scaryplaces.net and spookyoregon.com should be somewhere here.
On the hill, beneath the old Victorian house, a well was hidden. Where the town's folk and daredevils would slip in silence, disappearing into the hells of the earth itself. It was supposed to be as old as the house, deep in metres unknown.
You looked around the ground, kicking the pebbles and brushing the mud with your dirty, yellow shoes. Mini-you was looking down too, watching the earth with her shimmering, button eyes.
"Where is this cursed well, hm?" You started jumping, and jumping, hearing nothing but the splashing mud. "The site said it should be somewhere he–"
"Jump once again and you will fall right into it."
A strange voice sliced through the air. You didn't understand why, but a shiver ran down your spine as your head shot up. It was rare you felt any dread at all, tempered by all the ghostly and gory stories that slipped from beneath your wicked fingers.
You weren't scared of ghosts, murderers, or spectral creatures of sorts, always more than happy to visit each and every haunted house nearby.
And yet, the sight of a man standing right in front of your eyes tickled your skin in such an unpleasant manner.
"Oh," slipped past your lips as you looked down. The mud indeed covered the large, wooden lid, and you quickly moved to the left. "I haven't noticed it."
The man came closer, with hands tucked into his old trousers and a brown hat resting on sun-kissed hair. His chest was clothed in a woollen jumper, with a white shirt peeking from the cut collar. Straight trousers ended just above his ankles, revealing long white socks and black, elegant shoes, clean of any mud. Sandy hair was slicked slightly back, and chestnut eyes looked down at you with amusement.
He looked as if he'd been plucked straight from the 60s.
"You didn't see a fairy ring here?" His finger pointed at a few mushrooms growing into a circle.
"It seems so, I was distracted," you mumbled shyly, trying to keep the distance between you and the stranger. "Do you know anything about this well?"
He hummed, clasping hands behind his back. "A bit, miss. It is a very wicked creature indeed."
He paced around, brushing the white mushrooms with his shoe, yet not intruding on their peaceful existence. The wooden cover was old, with planks crumbling under the weight of mud itself, and another shiver tickled your spine at the sheer thought of falling into the endless pit.
"A creature?" You asked, one hand poking the planks with a stick, the other gripping the dolly closer. "It's just an old well."
But the man's eyes got lost somewhere on your chest. Or more, somewhere in the deep, button eyes of your new friend, looking up at him with a pouted smile.
His head tilted, and chestnut moved up, to cross with your scaredy stare. "Where did you find her?"
Your fingers curled around the doll a bit tighter. "A present."
"Present?" Something in his voice told you that he knew about your little lie.
Yet you nodded, lying through your teeth. "From the neighbours."
His eyebrows lifted and creamy forehead creased, bending the skin into a single, crooked fold. The gentle rain tapped on hat, shielding his squinted eyes.
"Which neighbours, if I may ask, miss?"
A feeling of doubt bubbled in your chest. Your heart jumped when he took a step closer and bent over the wooden cover. With two hands, he moved it to the side, showing you an endless pit of unfathomable darkness. A musty smell hit your nose, a mixture of long-forgotten secrets and deep waters bubbling somewhere below.
"I don't know where you found it," he sighed, shaking the mud from his hands. "But I would suggest throwing it here."
You froze. Breath hitched, heart suddenly stopped, as you looked at the man whose warm eyes beamed with truth and kindness. But a desperation of sorts, a worry maybe, as he peeked with a furrow at the dolly sitting in your embrace.
"It's just a doll," you laughed, yet his lips stayed flat. "Why would I need to throw her away?"
A minute had passed or so before he sighed and looked towards your pinkish house. "That place is of the most wicked kind. You should stay away from it."
Your ears perked again, in a similar way as yesterday. The little door was a source of utter disappointment, but if the house veiled other secrets unknown, then you were ready to plunge into them all.
"I've just moved there. The main apartment with the porch," you said, pointing somewhere down the hill. "I think this place is rather nice."
"It's cursed," he said harshly, a low tsk slipping past his lips. "You shouldn't be there. No one has been living here since the previous owners disappeared."
And then you remembered about the picture, still warming the back pocket of your jeans. Thank god you wore the same trousers as yesterday!
You put the dolly under your armpit and grabbed the old, crumpled picture.
"Excuse me, sir, do you mean them?" You took a step towards the man and showed him a photo of two young men. "The neighbour ladies told me of them. But maybe, if there's a chance you know something else…"
It was clear he knew them. Quite well at that, as his face suddenly went limp, chestnut eyes bulging like little porcelain plates. Long fingers grabbed the photo, thumb brushing it gently, as if afraid of crumpling it even more.
And then suddenly, his gaze shot towards the well.
A fathomless hole of most peculiar kind, dripping shivers down your fear-kissed spine. You stood outside the fairy ring, two steps away, yet a sinister spell seemed to pull you closer. No creature tugged at your yellow jacket, yet you needed to take another step back, as if afraid the ground between you and the well would crumble.
The man's breath shuddered, and his eyes filled with fear, as if looking at the well brought back memories he long wished to forget. They plagued his mind and ripped his soul, leaving you no choice but to finally ask, "Did they drown here?"
He suddenly looked your way in surprise, as if your very existence had already slipped his mind. "It's impossible to drown in it."
Another wave of dreadful tickling pinched your skin. "But it's a well. It must end somewhere."
The man shook his head, eyes jumping between the picture and the pit.
"Not this one," he whispered before giving you the photo back. "Stay away from it. And stay away from the house. It's not a good place."
You looked over your shoulder, oogling the rosy tiles mingling in the sheepishly peeking rays of sunlight. The dark clouds swirling over the house slowly began to clear, allowing a few golden rays to bounce off the glass-tiled windows.
There was something eerie about this house indeed, but, after all, that was one of the reasons you bought it. And if it truly hid something wicked behind its walls – you wished to be the first to know of it.
"What happened to the previous owners?" You asked, looking over your shoulder.
But the man… was gone.
And so a gasp slipped past your lips. Muffled and shuddered, as you felt the prickling cold finally slip under the warm jumper. Biting your skin till a chill seeped into your bones, forcing another puff from your throat.
You wondered whether your mind was playing tricks on you.
If the man was simply something you had imagined. A spectral creature, maybe, as it would fit the clothes he wore. The flat scent of his body and skin white as snow, looking cold rather than living.
No… he was here.
As the soles of his shoes were still pressed into the squelchy mud and a photograph, ripped in half, lay on the wet ground.
And so another gasp bubbled in your throat as you bent and grabbed two pieces of paper. Teared right in the middle, splitting the two handsome faces.
Oh, what a pity it truly was, and you sighed, pushing the photograph back into your jeans.
As you stood there – alone, with a chill kissing your spine, your eyes dropped towards the well.
Opened, bare, tugging on your curious mind and whispering wickedly. You bit the inside of your cheeks, looking down at your muddy shoes brushing the fairy ring. Small mushrooms stood tall, like a fortress trying to keep you away from the danger.
If the man fell into the well, you would hear it.
Maybe.
Unless the pit had no water indeed, being a sinister portal of sorts, swallowing the lost fools into its unfathomable realm.
"What do you think, mini-me? Should we look inside?"
The dolly looked at you with her round eyes, and with a finger, you helped her shake her little head.
"Yeah, I also think so," you muttered, and kicked the wooden cover towards the well, just to close it safely.
To keep the world here away from it, but more importantly – to lock whatever resided at its bottom.
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Before you went down from the hill, the sky had closed over the house once again. The bits and snippets of warmish rays of sunshine were long gone, drawing another wave of pattering rain from the sky.
The crystal beads dripped from your yellow hood, wetting the dolly's raincoat too.
As you neared the house, you noticed the neighbour from upstairs grabbing a few packages lying under your door. Not only a lunatic, but also a thief!
"Hey!" You shouted, pointing at him with your stick. "Old man, why are you stealing my stuff?"
He looked over his shoulder, dressed in a tattered bathrobe and a white, dirty shirt peeking from beneath it. The same maniacal look painted his face as he squinted his eyes as if it was the first time he saw you.
"That's not your package, miss," He muttered, straightening up. "Here, smell it."
He stretched his hand; a white, neatly packed roundish thing was right under your nose as you took a deep breath.
"Yuck!" you pushed it away, clipping your nostril with fingers. "What is that?"
"A radish, little miss. Good for your health." He pushed one of the small packages into your hands. "Here, take it. You look sick-like, this weather does not do you good."
Your eyes fixed on the smelly package, and you wondered whether its smell would fill every corner of your house. Maybe you could drop it by his house in the evening and politely return.
The neighbour yawned, scratching himself on the chest. He smelt of pungent cheese, so you stepped back, trying to keep yourself away from the funky odour. Was it for his imagined mice?
"Right," he suddenly leaned closer. Long moustache reminding you of kitten whiskers, old robe sniffing of something musty. "The mice say you are a foolish little lady."
Your eyes twinkled like two lanterns, and your head tilted. The dolly in your embrace felt a bit heavier, so you pressed it closer to your chest. "Why is that?"
He looked over his shoulder, visibly uneasy, standing on your porch. His eyes traced the large windows still hugged by fog before he moved even closer. You held your breath, the odour of radish and cheese wrapping around your wet face.
"They say you shouldn't open the little door."
You scoffed. Not this lunatic talk again!
"But there's nothing on the other side. Just a brick wall separating my apartment from the neighbours."
No one lived on the other side, so you thought it was still for sale. But you didn't dare knock on the empty door to see if anyone was there. Was the scratching you heard that night only in your dreams, or was it something coming straight from the house?
The man sighed as he had yesterday and simply stretched. "The mice say, eat radish to not attract demons. Sometimes they are a bit crazy, but they're never wrong," he repeated. "Eat the radish, little lady, and close the door."
Before you could say anything back, he ruffled your hair with his big palm and went towards the stairs.
"I think they meant garlic," you shot behind him, watching the tall men climb up the steps.
"What did you say?"
You sighed deeply. "The demons are scared of garlic."
He looked at you for a second, twirling a thin moustache between his fingers. "Right, little lady. So the mice are wrong."
He took another step, and another, murmuring under his nose the mice are wrong, they were wrong, before you could only hear the thump of his closed door.
Your eyes peeked at the dolly. "Oh, mini-me, we're surrounded by the crazy people."
A growl came from your belly as you entered the house. But your fridge was beaming with emptiness, and a single packet of instant noodles was hidden somewhere in your luggage. You cooked it with a single egg that was still waiting for its turn on the cold fridge shelf, and sat at the little table in the kitchen.
Laptop right in front of you, with the word opened on the new blank page.
The cursor was blinking, click-click-click, as you started writing whatever slipped into your mind. But it was nothing, truly, only some eerie thoughts swirling over your head like a big, stormy cloud, tapping your fingers onto the keys to put a few coherent, but more likely incoherent, words.
Something about the little town mystery. A haunted house, a weird little dolly, with the round buttons constantly fixed on your face. About the unusually cold summer this year and the need to wear scratchy Christmas sweaters and yellow wellingtons that were a bit too big and squelched in the mud.
You didn't know who the main character would be yet. But the atmosphere of the house and the dolly's tilting head made you think of a little girl who would surely love it much more than you did. And the way she would have a hard time connecting with the weird neighbours – adults, who always seemed quite difficult to understand when you were a child yourself.
It was late evening when you finished scribbling the first two pages. Messy and silly, but a sort of pride swelled your heart and a gentle patter of the rain made you believe that this story could work. Something much different from the things you usually wrote. Without the gore and erotica, but rather reminding you of the Lovecraftian stories and macabre poetry by Edgar Allan Poe.
And so you saved a few silly pages as a PDF and sent your editor an email titled: a horror for children – what do we think?
"Well, mini-me, how about we take a ba–"
But the mini-you was nowhere to be found. She suddenly disappeared from the kitchen counter where you had sat her, between the shelf of spices and the slightly stale bread. There was nothing left but a small pool of rain where her yellow coat had been.
You furrowed, looking around the kitchen. Whenever you had a new idea, you would immerse yourself fully in the new world you were trying to build. And so you would forget to eat and drink, sometimes even to live – the world spun around, and you sat by your desk, focused on the blinking cursor. Sometimes you would unconsciously stand up and do something, only to forget about it a minute later.
And so you thought the same thing happened to the mini-you. You moved here somewhere without giving it much thought, only to forget where the poor dolly was waiting for you.
The darkness slipped into the house, casting shadows over the crimson carpets as you walked in fuzzy socks. The old chandelier gleamed weakly with yellow light, looming over you as you walked through the long corridors.
"Mini-me, where are you?" You hummed, opening the bathroom.
Tile walls silently shone, and the rain still tapped on the little window over the bathtub.
You checked the bedroom, the upstairs bathroom, and the kitchen once again before finally slipping into the living room. And when you thought she wasn't there either, the gentle flickering of the fireplace bounced off the button-shaped eyes.
Lying on the floor, slipping into the slightly opened little door.
"What are you doing here?" You giggled, but an unsettling feeling clenched your heart.
The dolly lay half-hidden behind the doors, button eyes the colour of your irises pulling you closer with unimaginable force. You leaned closer, then bent and grabbed it from the floor.
"There's nothing in there, stop sniffin–"
But then, suddenly, something caught your eye.
A light of some sort – warm and bubbly, slipping through the crack of the small door.
You blinked, once, twice, glancing between the dolly and the door.
With your foot, you pushed it open and gasped.
The brick wall was there no more; instead, glowing bluish circles stretched deep into the house, with cocoon-like walls forming a long, mystifying passageway. Your knees hit the carpet as you peeked inside and touched the soft structure of the tunnel. A deep, delicious smell filled the inside, a roast of some sort that made your stomach turn and squeeze in crying hunger.
Just in case, your fingers pinched your forearm, but aside from the soft "Auch" that slipped quietly past your lips, nothing in the room changed. The fireplace crackled with a soft pop-pop-pop, and rain pattered onto the large windows. Mini-you sat on the floor, leaning against the wall with a pouted smile. Button eyes watched your breath drop in a shudder, as you bit the inside of your cheek.
The mice say you are a foolish little lady, suddenly slipped into your mind. They say you shouldn't open the little door.
Did it also mean you shouldn't walk into whatever was on the other side?
Certainly, and yet you made the initial move by crawling into the tunnel. The rings glinted softly beneath your fingertips, blending and shimmering with gentle hues – from purple and pink to blue and black. Each time your hand or knee made contact, the material exploded with colour, as though each step left a magical, purple imprint.
When you got to the middle, a low, sweet hum slipped past the slightly opened door waiting on the other side. The luscious smell was getting stronger, watering your mouth after a whole day of eating nothing but stale bread and instant soups.
Finally, with a gentle push, the door opened.
Letting you right into… your living room?
"Oh," you mumbled, crawling from the tunnel.
The room looked quite the same, with the deep red sofa sitting calmly in front of the crackling fireplace. The darkness cast shadows over the Persian-style carpets, but you noticed the lack of tapering rain.
The house, instead, was filled with warmth, this mouthwatering smell, and someone's hum. Melody that curled around your earlobes with smooching kisses, as you slowly, with a fast beating heart, walked towards the kitchen.
Your nose following the smell, eyes looking around the house, which seemed the same and yet so different. A bit warmer, cleaner, decorated here and there with flowers and crocheted blankets that hugged the sofa and flower pots. Everything was much more colourful, and so you felt a sudden shiver drip down your spine.
Because it was certainly not your house.
And a man sweeping around the kitchen was certainly not your guest.
He stood tall, a pink apron curling around his lean waist, his wide shoulders clad in a light jumper. From behind, you could only notice milky hair, falling short over his creamy neck.
You stood in the doorway, fiddling with the hem of your jumper. A second passed, then a minute, before the man looked over his shoulder with a beaming smile.
"Oh, sweetheart, you're already here? The roast is almost ready," He giggled, cleaning his hands with a small towel.
The breath caught in your throat. Eyes bulged, and lips fell open, as you saw the same man who plagued your dreams and raised questions beneath your tightened chest. The same man who was in the photograph, with a half-covered face and cheerful eyes mingling like little stars.
But this time, they didn't shine as bright.
Because instead of irises, light blue buttons neatly settled in his sockets. Reminding you of a sea, carrying a sense of freshness, wrapping around your warmed face like a gentle breeze.
"Who are you?" you mumbled, almost shy, and ogled his handsome, angelic face, brimming with a smile.
His head tilted, with a few strands of milky hair brushing the soft forehead. "I'm your neighbour, sweetheart."
"No, that's my house."
A low hum slipped past his lips. "Well, if we want to fight over the ownership, that is, in fact, my house. At least in this world, hm?" He peeked inside the oven, letting the delicious, roasty smell fill the warm kitchen. "Sweetheart, can you please call Suguru? He's up to his elbows in the garden."
"But the garden is withered…" You mumbled, still not daring to come inside the kitchen.
As if afraid that passing the doorway would force you to accept the delirious yet bewitching reality you somehow entered.
Was it a dream? Did you fall asleep while writing again?
Or was the man, with button eyes and a low melody filling the lusciously smelling kitchen, truly real?
Before you'd noticed it, he came closer. And closer, closer, before his long fingers flicked your forehead. A soft "auch" slipped past your lips, and when they opened, he quickly pressed his finger onto your tongue.
At first, you wanted to bite it.
But then heavenly sweetness spilt all over your taste buds and eyes twinkled.
"Not too sweet?" He asked, and the fact that he slipped the same fingers into his lips didn't go unnoticed by your flushed cheeks.
"It's delicious."
He hummed, nodding his head. "Go and tell him the dinner's ready. I know you're starving, so the sooner you go, the better."
You didn't ask him how he knew that. Instead, pressed your palm to the reddened forehead and went outside, towards the garden.
And when your feet stepped from the porch, a loud, surprised gasp once again escaped your throat. The night never looked as beautiful as then, with the dark sky peppered with mingling stars and a large moon, bending and curving as if touched by a wicked spell. It shone almost unnaturally, with a yellow, tale-like light, casting long shadows over the big, lush garden.
The warm illumination hit your cheeks, giggly, as you passed the rusty entrance to the garden and ogled the magical view unfolding right before your eyes. With lanterns hanging heavily off the fruit trees and clean cobblestones leading you further towards the bridge passing over the shallow creek. The flowers were there and birdies and bugs, with bees landing softly on the sweet petals, zzz-bzz-bzz, and drinking the nectar dripping down the watered ground.
There was something utterly enchanting about this place, rather mystical, as the flowery scent smooched your warmed skin, tugging unconsciously on your lips. A giggle slipped past when a little butterfly sat on your stretched finger, its purplish wings flapping with the gentle wind.
And when you crossed the bridge, you saw a man kneeling over the freshly dug earth. His long, raven hair was pinned up in a bun, a few locks falling over his sweating forehead. He hummed a melody of sorts, soft and kind, drawing the little birdies' attention as they sat by him and listened with lidded eyes.
"Um…" you started, swinging on your feet. "The man inside said the dinner's ready."
He glanced over his shoulder and, as you too expected, looked at you with little button-shaped irises. But his were misty purple, deep and mingling, catching the warm flicker of the lanterns.
"Oh, darling, you're early. I still haven't finished planting your flowers," he chuckled and stood up.
You stepped back, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by his height. He seemed as tall as the man back in the house, and yet there was something utterly intimidating about the way he looked at you from above. In a slightly less striking and cheerful way, but with a soft smile tugging on his lips and button eyes staring blankly into your face.
"I didn't know someone else lived in this house," fell awkwardly, as you looked behind him at the few planted flowers. They indeed looked like your most lovely ones. "The little door was bricked."
Suguru chuckled, wiping his hands on the muddy trousers. "I told Satoru to open it a bit later, but he was set on preparing your favourite roast." He left the gardening gloves on the ground before showing you the way to the exit. "And the cake too. I hope you're hungry. He's been cooking all day."
Walking arm in arm, you peeked at Suguru's wickedly beautiful face. His straight, raven eyebrows sat neatly over the purple buttons and sharp jaw, smooth yet slightly dirtied with the mud. Raven locks seemed soft, almost silky, and you needed to curl your hand into a fist so as not to brush a few strands behind his ear.
You didn't need to answer as the sudden growl in your belly was enough to push a soft chuckle past Suguru's lips.
When you walked back into the kitchen, everything was already set.
The table was filled with foaming meats and fruits, a bottle of red wine with three glasses stood in the middle, and Satoru was quickly pushing the strawberry-cream cake to the fridge.
"Please sit down, sweethearts," he said, pulling your chair.
You nodded, sitting down on the soft, cushioned seat. Much more comfortable than the ones you had in your house.
"The weather's pretty fine today, isn't it?" Satoru hummed while putting a piece of warm, honeyed-glazed meat on your plate. With mashed potatoes, vegetables, coating everything in gravy.
The portion was large, but your hunger was even greater, so your fingers gripped the chair's edge in excitement.
"It rained a little, but I almost finished everything," Suguru answered, placing a glass of red wine in front of your plate. "Darling, how was your day?"
Two pairs of button eyes turned to you with a mingled look, and suddenly you felt small. Overwhelmed by the warmth and kindness filling this house, and by the way they turned such simple things, like dinner, into something lovely. It was the same house you lived in, yet it carried a homey cosiness that let your shoulders to roll back and lips lift into a shy smile.
"It was fine. I finally started writing my new book."
Satoru gasped, taking a sip of wine. "What is it about?"
Suguru hummed, also wishing to know more.
The cutlery clicked as you pushed it down and you cleaned your palate with a sip of wine. It dripped down your throat, coating it in a sweet glaze.
"Well, I just finished the first draft. Nothing special, just a children's book," a lie fell from your lips almost naturally.
They didn't have to know that you took inspiration from their eerie house and decided to present it as an unfathomable, wicked spirit. And that whatever, whoever, they were, would surely slip into the furthest pages of your book.
"Talking about children," Suguru chuckled. "Did you like your present?"
Your head tilted, eyes jumped between one and another. "What present?"
The soft crackling of the fireplace coming from the living room tickled your ears.
"The doll, of course," Satoru said, propping his chin on his hand. "Suguru made it especially for you."
The charm of his voice made your head spin, and a surprised gasp escaped your throat. "Ah, she's lovely! Thank you so much, um…" You bit the inside of your cheek. Feeling their blank, soulless button stares felt rather uneasy. "You didn't have to. The dinner too."
Satoru waved his hand. "Oh please, why won't you just join us for dinner every day?"
You took it as a joke, and thus a lovely laugh fell past your lips. But it, in fact, was no fool at all, and so both of their handsome faces looked up from their plates, staring at you with an empty look.
"Satoru is right, darling. We would love to have dinner with you."
And the truth was, you didn't have anything against it. Rather, you felt a mysterious pull towards the two men living in the otherworldly part of your house. The curiosity that killed the cat the moment you slipped through the small door.
You knew, felt, that there was something utterly wicked about it all. Their faces, without a wrinkle, as if they were still in their youth. No more than late twenties, surely, with cheeks smooth and a jaws sharp, as they chatted with you throughout the whole dinner.
A while passed before you untangled yourself from their soft requests to stay. To see the garden, look around the house, get another slice of cake. Satoru joked a lot, while Suguru stayed mostly quiet, simply adding a few questions here and there.
They were kind, almost gentlemanly, and a joyous laugh bubbled in your throat whenever Satoru rolled out another joke, and Suguru shook his head with a sigh. It took a while to get used to their eyes, but after a few glasses of wine, you stopped avoiding their gaze.
And looked instead. Observed the movement of their brows, the bloom coating the smiling cheeks, long lashes casting shadows over the buttoned eyes. At first, you thought it looked similar to contact lenses. But after peering closer, you noticed that those were just their eyeballs – dark like midnight, with big buttons covering them completely. Almost as if they had dug up the previous ones, and–
"You can also stay the night?" He suggested, giving you a slice of cake after dinner.
His finger wiped off the cream from the knife and extended towards your lips. With a quick, uncertain glance at his bluish buttons, you licked it clean, immediately feeling another wave of pleasant sweetness drip down your spine.
"I don't want to sorn…"
"Sweetheart, you're more than welcome to spend your days here."
You wriggled on a soft chair, digging uncomfortably into a cake. "Truly, I cannot. I have work too, and need to visit the town…"
"But–"
This time, a low, shuddering voice echoed off the wooden kitchen floor. "Satoru."
It sounded tenderly, yet laced with admonishment too. As if Suguru tried to suggest gently, not to push you any further.
Satoru's lips fell into line before he glanced at the man with the blank expression.
The stillness stretched like a wicked thread as you bit silently into the strawberry cake.
"Right, apologies, sweetheart," he said after a minute, cracking a soft smile. "I forgot that we have all the time in the world."
Instead of saying anything, you simply nodded and hummed sweetly.
They seemed so different, like sun and moon, yet made of the same matter. Their lives were linked in some obscure way, with the past completely unknown and any questions you had about their lives left to blur into the air like fog.
You knew that the moment your feet would land back on your side of the house, they would lead you straight to the laptop.
The search engine opened as you tapped any possible keywords that would show anything about the mysterious men living on the other side of your house.
In a completely different world, where your garden blushed like blooming roses and the moon lurked over your cheeks warmed by the sweetness of red wine.
This evening felt comforting, almost intoxicating, with your belly stuffed full and gentle dizziness already lulling you to slumber.
But you couldn't find anything online. Nothing related to the old secret of the pinkish Victorian house. Nothing about the two young owners, who supposedly disappeared into thin air.
As if nothing ever happened here, in what you simply couldn't believe.
You sighed, scratching your itching palm. A rash of sorts was slowly spreading around it, and a tsk fell past your lips, as you remembered that you didn't have any ointment. That's what you get for grabbing the dirty, muddy sticks.
Rain still pattered on the windows, as if this world and the one behind the doors were of two completly different universes.
The tingling on your spine felt like a bad omen, but the last drops of sweet cream spreading all over your tongue reminded you of the well-spent evening.
The dolly sat by the closed doors, looking at you with the same pouted smile. But also mischievous of sorts, as if unsatisfied that right after coming back here, you immediately locked the door shut.
With the key sitting deep in your jeans pocket and your mind pulsing with the overwhelming experience.
One thing, however, was clear.
You would go back to that house again.
And uncover whatever wicked secret both men tried to hide for the past hundred years.
˖ᨳଓ ݁˖ pairing: Eros!Reader x Psyche!Gojo Satoru
˖ᨳଓ ݁˖ content & warnings: Greek Mythology AU (accurate, but changed genders) :: somonphilia :: obsessed reader :: virgin Satoru :: only a bit smutty :: 0.9k words
˖ᨳଓ ݁˖ notes: I have Eros!Satoru x Psyche!Reader on my list anyways, but wanted to experiment a bit hihi
included in tales, myths, romances
Aphrodite couldn't stand the existence of a person whose cheeks were brighter than hers. The sole fact of a beauty walking this earth, shining with a loveliness much kinder than hers. For how is it possible that the world has birthed two goddesses, of a beauty unmatched and yet shivering the dove hearts of gods and mortals!
And thus Aphrodite decided to send her dearest daughter – young goddess of desire and love, a lovely angel with a deathly arrow – to curse the woman who dared to shine brighter.
But on the night when the moon licked your cheeks cold, and the Mediterranean Sea spilt the breeze through the palace's open terraces, your breath suddenly hitched.
For a beauty sleeping in front of your eyes, with lips parted gently and a flutter of white locks scattered across the pillow, was no woman at all.
But rather a man, the most beautiful one you’ve ever seen. With skin as sweet as milk and lashes curled in an angelic way, making your heart flutter in an almost virgin manner. The rosy cheeks bathed beneath the moonlight's kisses, and a strong, muscular chest dressed in nothing but white robes called your name for a gentle touch.
A sweep, only, and yet the craving bubbling in your loins forced you to go lower and lower, brushing the hem slowly, to not wake the princess up.
Your mother ordered you to get rid of her, but how could a goddess of love, lust, and desire turn her eyes away from such a divine sight? To not taste the sweetness of the forbidden fruit and feel the droplets coating the princess’s skin on your tongue. To pull the white robes down, uncovering muscular flesh bulging beneath the creamy skin.
The youngest of three daughters, people whispered. A maiden of the kindest heart and purest soul, whom the people of the land soon started to worship as a divinity. The one whose face was of utter femininity, with a blessing given by the Gods herself, yet always hiding beneath the long, white veil, kissing her face gently.
But who knew that the pitiful maiden who stole Aphrodite’s attention was a man.
In a deep slumber he was, and yet long eyelashes shuddered when your hips straddled his.
Your eyes, deep and filled with maddening lust, curving like two little hearts, looked down at his sleeping face.
Your clothes were of no use, so you pulled down the flimsy tunic, slipping it off your shoulders. Till the perked nipples were hit with salty air, as you quickly pressed yourself to his chest. With a finger, you brushed away a single white lock hanging over his forehead.
"Aren’t you a true beauty?" You whispered, hovering over him. Till you could taste his sweet breath on your lips and warmth radiating from the muscular body. "How about I keep you to myself, hm? I can hide you, my prince. My mother won't find you."
You brushed his cheek, surprised that he suddenly nuzzled into your warmth. Oh, such a sweet thing he was, and seemed rather obedient too, with a gentle crease bending his forehead and fat cock already leaking beneath your hips.
You rolled them, once, twice, giggling sweetly, when the prince moaned unconsciously in his sleep. The head poked at your wet hole, trying to slip inside the warmth that filled the chamber in an overbearing manner. Your bodies were coated in sweat, and yet his cock shivered, feeling the sweet nectar dripping down its pulsing head.
"How about you let me love you?" Fell in a whisper, your voice tickling him in a dream. Lips pressed to his jaw, below the trembling lips, licking the sweating neck with a low, pitched moan. "My beautiful prince, why won’t you let your goddess take care of you?"
And although in a deep slumber he was, which you deepened with a little, innocent kiss of yours, the prince nodded. With beads of sweat coating his soft forehead and rosy lips parting gently, as if waiting for your thumbs to slip past their softness.
You purred, smiling slyly at the utterly adorable state the prince found himself in. With cock poking your naked pussy, fingers curling and straightening, curling and straightening, as if wishing to touch your mischievous body wriggling on his.
He shuddered beneath your hips, and you giggled once again, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.
"But before that, how about we play for a while? After all, I can’t have you cumming all over me on the first date," you bit down on his flushed earlobe, licking it lovingly till a shuddered cry slipped past the prince's lips. "That would be so not proper of me, wouldn't it?"
And thus, before the prince could open his crystal eyes, a woman who plagued his dream in an utterly filthy manner was gone.
Leaving him with a leaking cock, parted lips, and a fast-beating heart, already swollen with a mystical feeling that bubbled beneath his virgin soul.
And a single, white feather, for which he would cause an uproar in the entire kingdom, just to find its sweet, mischievous owner.
Just a little drabble, since I missed writing myth stories and I think the reader would fit Eros really well! She could be a bit yanderish, extremely possessive and obsessed, ah!
Two years of dating, three years of marriage. You, Suguru and Satoru – a match made in heaven, most people could be jealous of. You loved each other so deeply that it almost hurt. Although... sometimes their love felt a little too tight. A little too consuming. But that's what true devotion looked like, right? You’re still wondering, while packing the suitcases with tears running down your cheeks.
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pairing: Satosugu x Reader
content/warnings: MDNI 18+, marriage, husband Geto Suguru x reader, husband Gojo Satoru x reader, Satosugu, yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, dark romance, pregnancy, kinda babytrapping, anything but healthy relationship, HEAVY smut, HEAVY breeding kink, if I put this tag it'll be a spoiler, manipulation, guilt-tripping, age gap, violence
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──── Chapter Five
You met Sukuna during the second year of marriage. It was rather late, wasn't it? However, it happened quite accidentally when you entered your husbands' office without checking if any guests were present.
They never liked when you snooped around that area of the house. Where men were coming and going, each dressed in a suit, all avoiding the curious gaze of yours. As if the business they came for did not need a simple gentility that you were accustomed to from your husbands' daily demeanour.
When you pointed it out, Suguru waved his hand with a simple, "It’s better if you don’t talk to them, darling," refusing to state the reasons for their meetings.
It was enough that your house felt like a fortress, wrapped on all sides by the multiple bodyguards who stood still day and night, as if the danger was meant to launch through the door any second. But there was nothing of that sort at all, but simply mysterious men, who were coming and going in interests you were never meant to be informed of.
"Just our clients," Satoru said once, while you helped him with a tie. "Sometimes it’s easier to meet here than in the office. You know, some people prefer to do business in more private places."
"And it needs to be our home?" You muttered, patting his wide chest with a scowl. He always looked oh so handsome, dressed in a suit, with black fabric wrapping his shoulders tightly, and this minx smile tugging at lips. "It’s not a public restaurant, you know?"
He pouted before peppering your sweet cheeks with little kisses. "Sorry, sweetheart, I’ll talk to Suguru."
And thus, on one such occasion, while both of your husbands were at their meeting and you stood in the kitchen preparing yourself a tea, he suddenly appeared.
Right behind you, leaning against the door frame, with muscular arms crossed on his chest. You weren’t aware of his presence, looking outside the window at your lovely, spring garden, until he hummed lowly.
Your head immediately shot behind you, ears registering a voice not belonging to either of your husbands.
The man was there, tall and massive, filling the doorway with his wide shoulders, wrapped in a loose black shirt. Crimson eyes were fixed on you, slightly lidded, lined with a bit of curiosity swirling behind the dark irises. Unnatural pink hair was messily slicked back, giving his whole, rather harsh demeanour a bit of loveliness.
"I’m sorry, are you looking for a toilet?" You asked, waiting for your tea to fully brew. "Just go down the corridor, and–"
"So you’re the wife, huh?" The man asked, pushing large palms into the pockets of the elegant, black trousers. "I was wondering how beautiful you must be for both of them to never shut up about you."
A gentle warmth smooched the back of your neck, as you knew how exaggerated your husbands liked to be. Whether it was with the bodyguards, maids, cashiers in the nearby market or simply you, while they fucked you each night with the sweetest pleasures cooed to your wetted cheeks.
"Ignore them, they don’t know when to shush," you chuckled.
He started moving closer, his crimson gaze sweeping the warm kitchen. "Pretty house. Have you decorated it yourself?" he asked, glancing at the wooden shelves and the big window looking right outside the garden.
"I did, Satoru and Suguru let me do whatever I want with it," you giggled.
You loved that time, honestly, when furniture and decorations arrived one by one, with both of your husbands carefully placing everything where you had ordered. You wished to preserve the old soul this place possessed, loving the homey atmosphere and nature wrapping the mansions from each corner.
"I’m Sukuna," the man said, leaning against the counter. Eyes slipping to the cup, before turning back onto your face. "Their…" His head tilted as he scanned the genuine, rather oblivious smile that tugged on your lips. "Partner."
Your ears perked up at hearing something new about your husbands’ job. It wasn’t that they didn’t talk about it at all, but it seemed both tried to keep it a secret of some sort, sparing you from getting more information than you needed. And thus, except for the fact that they were CEOs of some company, working with some men, you knew only bits and pieces of what they did.
The things that sometimes simply didn’t sit right.
And so, with a low hum and a shy glance into Sukuna’s eyes, a muttered "Partner?" rolled out with a curious tone. "A business partner, you mean?"
He observed you. Long, in silence, with squinted eyes and this eerie, rather strange atmosphere rising in the air from the moment he entered the space. A sort of mystery wrapped his shoulders, and crimson gaze carried a secret he shared only with them.
"How much do you know about your husbands?" He asked blatantly, making your eyes bulge in surprise.
He leaned against the counter, looming over your body with a shadow spilling onto the floor. Head titled, crimson eyes twinkling with a mix of emotions yet to you unknown, but clearly carrying a sort of… worry?
You ignored the strange feeling bubbling in your heart, instead turning back to the mist swirling over the big cup.
"Enough to marry them, I guess," rolled rather unpleasantly.
There was something in his presence you didn’t enjoy. And the mere suggestion that maybe your husbands were not who you thought they could be felt quite offensive. You didn’t know how long Sukuna had known them, but there was clearly a line between the simple business relationship and the bond you shared with them.
But Sukuna only hummed, with a soft smirk tugging on his lips. And then, his eyes fell on something. Hiding behind your ear, a piece of skin that your pinned-up hair uncovered for his careful gaze.
Before you could say anything, he lifted his hand, brushing a part of your upper neck with a finger.
You quickly smacked him and pulled back, with a slight shock speeding your heart. "What are you doing?"
"Did you hurt yourself?" He ignored your question. "How did you do it?"
Your finger instinctively flew up towards the ear, trying to feel the thing he did. And after touching messily for a while, you finally found it.
A scar small as a piece of grain, but slightly bulging, as if hiding beneath something hard. You pressed on it, feeling a sort of prickling sensation digging into your neck.
"Did you hurt yourself recently?" Sukuna asked once again, leaving you with a shuddered breath.
"I-I…" your mind was set ablaze, and no coherent answer could slip in.
Instead, you tried to scan your memory from end to end, desperately searching for a moment when you could somehow make a tiny cut on your neck. In fact, you could do it anytime – while scratching your skin, feeling Satoru’s teeth on your neck, or simply in the shower, scrubbing your body until it started to burn.
And even then, you couldn’t recall any memory of such a sort.
Sukuna waited, with a gaze slowly turning into something gentle and a low sigh slipping past his lips. A minute has passed, and a sight of your quivering lower lips was too pitiful to watch without a pain tugging at his heart.
You reminded him of someone he cherished dearly years ago.
"Do they get angry when you go out?" He slipped in a much quieter voice.
The thick mist curled over the cup as you watched it slowly dissolve into the sun-kissed air.
It wasn't that they were getting angry. Just… something has changed after your marriage.
Something was wrong, although you could exactly pinpoint what it was.
You thought that maybe that’s how marriage should look – with a bit too much obsession, constant checking on you, and quiet control that wasn't seen with the naked eye, yet always slipping beneath your chest whenever one of them entered a room.
At first, you would notice it somewhere in the way they never let you answer the door, always appearing before you could even reach the handle.
"You never know who’s outside; people are unpredictable," Suguru would say, but who could possibly visit you in this isolated area, unless it was one of their "business partners" or, at times, a delivery guy?
You noticed how their moods shifted with frightening speed whenever you took a different route home. You still remembered that look, that reaction, when they came to your apartment after you forgot to pick up the phone. You thought you had misread it, but when you started going home alone, you noticed the way Satoru’s smile flattened for a split second, and Suguru’s eyes lost their glimmer. With an eerie, rather strange feeling slipping into the squinted irises.
"You’re late," Suguru murmured on one evening, though you definitely weren’t. It was still early, with the sun slowly setting behind the lush forest and cicadas
“Why didn’t you call us?” Satoru added, as if not understanding the idea of you simply taking a walk alone.
Watching you, always, with an intensity that felt too heavy for something as ordinary as you just tying your shoelaces or cooking a simple meal. your shoe laces or cooking a simple meal. Their gazes travelled over your body like a checklist, lingering in various plush parts as if looking for something only they knew of.
Sometimes, you would mistake it for the desire.
In the way they tugged on the hem of your shorts, traced kisses down your neck, only to fuck you senseless on a kitchen counter minutes later.
But in fact, all of those gestures were always marked by a possessiveness.
After a while, you started noticing that they always knew where you were. There was no tracking app on your phone, nor were the bodyguards following you, and yet they always appeared in places you didn't mention in your conversation once.
On one morning, while going to the freshly opened bakery, Satoru was already waiting outside. Leaning against the car, sunglasses pushed into his fluffy hair and eyes twinkling under the warm, summer light.
At first, you were shocked, for you never told them about this place. Didn't write it down, didn't mention it in a message, as the whole point of your little trip was to surprise them with delicious pastries. Especially Satoru, who you knew would be overjoyed with all the sweet buns you would bring back home.
So when you saw him right outside, with a creaming face beaming of a sly smile, your breath slightly hitched. Just for a second, as you hid a warm bag of sweets behind your back and walked towards him with a tilted head.
"What are you doing here?" you asked, half-laughing, but half-worried.
He pushed himself out of the car, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you sweetly on the forehead. "Picking up my wifey, of course," he grinned, eyes instantly slipping onto your hands. "What are you hiding there?"
He wrapped both his arms around you, fingers trying to grab the warm bag.
"Satoru!" you cried when he started peppering kisses all over your cheeks and nose to distract you from his finger trying to untangle yours. "That's supposed to be a surprise! Besides, how did you know I was here? I didn't tell either of you."
"You told me a few days ago," he simply said, taking you back to the car.
The first time it happened, you simply believed this slightly manipulative tone and the assurance that you're just such a forgetful sweetie. They were your husbands, after all, thus what purpose would they have in lying straight into our eyes.
And yet, the more similar accidents occurred, the more you began to wonder whether it truly was your mistake. Whether you were simply losing your mind or slowly slipping into dementia, every trip, every quick stop by the market was always marked by their presence. The constant feeling of being followed pulsed beneath your skin, playing with your mind in an utterly wicked way.
The strangest thing, however, the one scaring you the most, always accompanied the topic of children.
They were truly disappointed that you didn’t get pregnant during your wedding night. And not in the next month, and the next, and next, although they fucked you raw almost every night, always finishing as deep as they could. Scooping up their cum with a finger, only to push it right back into your leaking hole.
They would casually weave the children into talk, soft comments, insinuations simply dropped into conversations.
"You’d look so cute with a baby bump," Satoru would murmur against your neck, his voice half-asleep in the early morning, arms strongly pulling you to his body.
"I can already imagine our house with little you running around," Suguru would add, while preparing you another healthy cocktail that was meant to improve your fertility.
You wanted children, of course you did! Just not now.
Nevertheless, you always thought it was sweet. How dreamy they were, how much they wanted to build a family with you. Just normal conversations of a married couple!
But then it grew… obsessive.
Their eyes would soften whenever they saw you touch your stomach after eating too much. They would buy unnecessary vitamins and research baby names when they thought you weren’t looking.
Suguru would hold you a little too tightly when you slept, as if trying to feel something beneath your skin. Satoru would press his palm low on your belly, asking if you were hurting, whispering something to himself, which you never managed to catch.
You could see how tormented they were. How sad, with every negative test, with your period appearing every month.
What plagued you, however, was how they blamed it on themselves. You were healthy! That’s what your doctor said. Suguru was taking such good care of your meals, it just couldn’t be your fault.
Seeing how their disappointment grew sharper each month, you started planning to take out your IUD. They became clingier, touchier, more emotional and needy – particularly in bed. Your sex soon turned into a gentle act, utterly sweet and loving, as Suguru pushed into his mind a foolish thought that rough sex is not good for women's bodies. And although all three of you knew it was bullshit, no one said anything.
And then, a few weeks before meeting Sukuna… you started to suspect that they knew.
Oh, they knew about your birth control, with Satoru asking you gently about any "routine" that might be getting in the way or whether "there’s something you want to tell them" about your health. As if giving you a chance to come clear before a storm that was swirling over your marriage would finally blow a deathly strike.
You would wake up at night only to find them watching you sleep, with unreadable eyes, searching your face for answers you didn’t want to give.
You couldn’t comprehend their full obsession then.
But it was there, beneath every conversation, behind every touch and glance, so heavy you felt suffocated.
And then, one day, you woke up with a pain. Your lower belly hurt, nausea filled the throat, and head felt like it weighed tons, as if you had slept for much longer than you should.
The sun was high in the sky, bathing your bedroom with spilling warmth. Both of them lay right next to you, with heavy breaths and angelically peaceful faces, you brushed with your fingers.
Suguru woke up first, lavender irises squinted upon seeing a grim twisting your face. "What's going on, darling?"
You pouted and let yourself get pulled to his warm chest. "My belly hurts. Maybe I ate something foul last night?"
A low hum hit your forehead as he started drawing slow, gentle circles on your back. "Maybe you should do the pregnancy test? You know, just in case."
There was simply no possibility you could get pregnant, and yet a simple nod of yours lifted his lips in pure happiness. You truly didn't wish to lie to them any longer, but… You just weren't ready to say the truth.
For you knew that the moment they found out about the UID, the rage that would fill Suguru would burn your house down. Madness, but most of all disappointment of learning all the wicked tricks you played on your husbands just to dissolve their most dearest dream.
And so, a few weeks later, you stood in the kitchen with Sukuna and his prying questioning weighing on your mind. With no answer that could truly represent the foundation of your relationship.
"I don't think you should be here," you said instead, mixing the tea with a spoon. "They're probably waiting for you to come back."
Sukuna glanced towards the corridor stretching outside the kitchen. Satoru's laughter slipped from the faraway corner of your house, before Suguru joined him with a low mumble.
"I think they're perfectly fine on their own," he said, looking back at your hunched back. Hot steam floated around the kettle's spout, a warm cloud pressing against your nervous face. "They were always fine on their own."
You knew what Sukuna meant.
It's not a place for you.
And whatever was going on behind those closed doors of their office was of no good for someone like you.
You bit down on the inside of your plush cheek, trying to stop the shuddered breath that desperately wished to slip away.
"I think you should go," you muttered, ignoring the sudden curl of his fingers. "I don't know what you want from me. I made my decision a long time ago, and if you think that now I would consider a divorce…" which would be impossible to do anyway. "… you're in the wrong."
Sukuna hummed, crimson eyes clashing with your heavy gaze.
There was a minute of silence before he finally sighed. "You truly love them, don't you?"
You nodded. "They love me even more."
A low chuckle filled the warm kitchen, and Sukuna shook his head. "And that's the whole problem." His fingers lifted, suddenly tugging a lone lock of your hair behind your ear. A gesture rather intimate, leaving you frozen. "You remind me of my mother, you know? It's just… she didn't have anyone who could offer her help."
He fiddled with the pocket of his trousers before sliding a small piece of paper on the counter. You looked at it with a frown and took it between your fingers.
Ryomen Sukuna was written in neat letters, with his phone number right beneath it.
"Just in case," he said, bouncing off the counter.
"In case what?" your question followed, making him look over his shoulder.
He stopped in the doorway, wide back filling the space. "In case no one else will come to rescue."
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Not a week later, Suguru called you from the hallway. With nausea filling your throat and head pounding madly, you pulled yourself from the couch and went towards him.
"Oh," slipped in shock, seeing both of your husbands in full suits and a small luggage next to the front door. "Are you going somewhere?"
Satoru nodded, lifting his hand to cup your slightly warm cheek. "We're sorry, sweetheart, but the business calls," He pouted sweetly, and you chuckled, nuzzling into his palm. "We're going to Kyoto for three days. But Yuji and Megumi will stay with you, so in case you have any requests, just let them know."
"Mmm, or I can just go out alone," you hummed, letting Suguru wrap his arms around you from behind.
He placed a warm kiss on your cheek, big hand pressing to your forehead. "Or you can stay at home and relax. It seems that you still have a slight fever."
The past few weeks had been a pure nightmare. The fever spun your mind, nausea forced you to wake up early in the morning and spend hours in the bathroom puking, and your belly hurt as if whatever you had poisoned yourself with didn't wish to leave your body.
Suguru wanted you to repeat the pregnancy tests over and over again, but you always refused. And as dissatisfied as he seemed to be, he stopped pressuring you with the constant requests. It was nice to have a bit of a breather.
Nice, but also quite confusing, considering how serious they were about the whole pregnancy thing for the past few months.
"Maybe I'll visit my gynaecologist," you murmured, leaning your head against Suguru's chest.
His eyes twinkled, looking at you from above. "Why?"
"You know…" just in case the UID stopped working. "…maybe we finally got lucky."
He chuckled, pressing soft lips to yours. Arms pulling you closer, till your ass brushed against his slightly bulging front. "Mhm, then let's go after our trip. We don't want to miss such an important visit."
And so they went, leaving you alone and sick, with the warm rays of sunshine coating your cheeks and silence slashing through the long corridors.
For the past few years, you've never been left alone for that long. Two whole days, without the presence of your husbands and prying eyes watching your every step.
There was something utterly terrifying about it. As if the lack of their presence was a test of sorts, to see how many rules you would manage to break before their coming back.
And thus, during the first day, you did nothing but stay in bed and take the medicine. In the evening, you wrote a few pages of the book you had just recently started, although it seemed that writing a romance was quite difficult when your own heart was haunted by anxiety.
The bubble bath helped a bit with nausea, and the mint-scented oils coated your body with a calming fragrance. Crickets sat peacefully in your garden, lurking through the windows at your body sprawled in the bathtub.
You truly wanted to enjoy the silence. Those few moments of peace before both of your husbands came home. The long-forgotten joy of spending time with yourself, something you used to pamper yourself with those years ago. When you were still no one but a silly student with a shitty job, an even shittier apartment, and your hook-up, who would later turn out to be a cheater.
Life was difficult back then, but… it was yours. Yours to command, yours to make stupid mistakes.
Was marrying them one of those? Slipped into your mind, but you quickly shook head.
Foolish thought, nothing else. Every marriage has its ups and downs, doesn't it?
A sigh left your lips as the water was slowly getting colder. The phone lying on the nearby stool vibrated, and you could only guess that it was the hundredth message sent by your husbands.
There was no one else who could text you. Not since you cut yourself off, locking inside this warm, yet isolated house.
So on the first night, you let yourself slip into the endless slumber alone. With unease clenching your heart and dreams recalling the time when life basked in colours long-forgotten by your dreaded mind.
Everything that happened next was simply a pure coincidence.
The second day, you decided to bake their favourite cake. With strawberries and heavy, sweet cream, you needed to use a mixer for.
But the new mixer your husbands had just bought suddenly vanished. You could almost swear it was here a few days ago – on the kitchen counter, still unpacked and waiting for its turn.
You checked every shelf, every drawer, every stupid hidden corner of the kitchen. The places that made no sense – under the sink, behind cookbooks you never used. And it was still nowhere to be seen.
So, somehow, as if your feet already knew what place your mind was thinking of, you found yourself in front of the basement door. Handle burning your hand with a welcoming whisper.
Don’t go in there, sweetheart. Satoru's words echoed through your mind – sweet and chuckly, yet lined with this alarming tone that bounced off each and every corner of your mind.
You remembered their jokes about spiders and rats, dirty floors, and a simple room stacked with useless things. But you also remembered these weird sounds, scratching at your mind and spinning your thoughts.
This was stupid. You were stupid. Paranoid, overreacting.
It was just a basement!
So you squeezed the handle tighter, preparing for the doors to lock and needing to tell one of the bodyguards to buy you a new, stupid mixer, but then it… let go.
The basement opened.
And you stood there, frozen, staring into small stairs leading to the darkness. Its clutches wrapped around your body tightly, pulling you closer and closer, till you took a first step, descending into the endless murk.
The wooden stairs squeaked beneath your steps, one shorter than another. A single, old bulb hung in the room, absorbed in wetness and coldness, so you turned it on with a pull of a thin thread.
Warm bulb lighted up the room, and soon you could finally check everything your dear husbands tried to hide for all those years.
The concrete walls basking in mellow brightness, multiple boxes placed on wooden shelves, the clutter of random things you remembered buying on the discount. The Christmas decorations, some garden seeds you forgot to use, and a few tools they used while assembling the furniture. Shoes you thought were gone, some clothes, you were sure got lost during the move. Some panties, bras, a sundress you wore once during your trip to Hawaii.
Everything and nothing. The things you no longer needed and used, stuck in the boxes.
"What the hell," you murmured, looking around the cold room.
You moved to other boxes. Garden tools, cookbooks, Satoru's boxing loves, Suguru's books, other holiday decorations.
Everything was so... boring.
And there were spiders indeed, with a few mice appearing in the cold corners of the basement too, sniffing whether you brought them a piece of something delicious.
It was everything Suguru and Satoru told you. A boring, rigid place, too cold and too scary for you to ever descend alone.
Were you going mental?
With all the noises and scratching you heard from this room, staring at its doors deep into the night.
Was it really just your own imagination?
But how could it be, with the way your husbands were keeping you away from it at all costs?
Stressed, tired and nauseous, you sat on the floor, leaning on one of the concrete walls.
"What are you doing here?" Suddenly bounced off the concrete walls and you quickly lifted your head.
Nothing could prepare you for the view stretching in front of your weary eyes.
A person, a man, whom you forgot a long time ago.
Shiu, standing in front of you in a white, bloody shirt, with a glove-clothed hand slipping down a mask protecting his face.
Something coiled behind his eyes. A feeling of utter dread that seemed to seep coldly into his shuddering bones. Face twisted in shock, and feet quickly walking towards you, before he lifted you from the concrete floor with a single hand.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" He repeated, gently shaking your body.
Your face looked quite the same as his – dazed and slightly grimaced, as if recalling a miserable end of your relationship.
"I should be the one asking you this," rolled almost as a bark, as you pushed him off. "What are you doing in my hou–"
"Do they know you're here?" He quickly interrupted, once again shaking your shoulders. "There's no time for brooding. Tell me. Do they know you're down here?"
When your head shook, he cursed under his breath.
"Why?" a shy ask filled the cold room, as Shiu started pacing around the basement. "Please tell me what's going on. Why am I forbidden from going down here?"
And you've noticed it. The fear bubbling in his chocolate eyes, as he rubbed his cheeks and whispered nasty curses. Gaze tracing between you and something deep within the darkness, filling another side of the endless basement. The one, where the light couldn't slip in, as if forbidden from crossing a certain border, only it was aware of.
You looked there, noticing that the basement, in fact, was much, much deeper than you expected. With another set of stairs sinking low. Into the dusky pit, with quietness bouncing off the cold walls.
"They don't," slipped in a shuddering whisper. "They're coming back tomorrow from Kyoto–"
"Tomorrow? They'll be here in three hours," Shiu groaned, finally letting you free. "Fuck, how did you even… forget it. I will clear the cameras, just go back upstairs and–"
But before he could finish and descend back into the darkness, you quickly grabbed his hand. Unconsciously, with finger curling around his forearms and eyes filled with pleading dread.
He knew what you wanted.
But he was also aware of the dire consequences that he would need to swallow.
"Please," you whispered, clutching his arm even tighter. "I need to know what's going on. What is down there?"
Shiu sighed, following your gaze towards another set of stairs. "Please, just go back upstairs and continue living the oblivious life. If you're happy–"
"I'm not," you… half-lied. It's not that you weren't happy, but simply wanted to get a full view of the mystery your husbands wished to hide away from you. "Please, tell what's going on."
Shiu's forehead wrinkled in a deep frown. You saw he was considering your begging. Maybe it was a chance to get back on them after that humiliation from years ago. Maybe, if he showed you their true colours, you could at least save yourself.
For him, it was already too late.
"How much do you know about them?" He asked, voice slightly wavering with uncertainty. "Where do they work?"
Your head tilted. "In some company–"
"No, what do they do? What's their job?"
You frowned. "I don't know, CEO's of something–"
He sighed, pressing fingers into the bridge of his nose. "Have you ever met their family?"
Silence.
"Have you been to their hometown?"
Silence.
"Do you know any of their friends?"
Your breath hitched. "Suku–"
"Sukuna is not their fucking friend," he almost barked, sending a wave of shiver down your spine. "Do you have any idea who you married?"
You did.
You knew that Suguru was the head of the household. With warm arms always wrapping around you in a protective embrace and a deep voice cooing sweet little nothings into your ear. He was your safe place, the most reliable person, the one you could always turn to when everything else felt too much.
You knew Satoru was the seed of your heart and soul. The lover who wished for nothing but to pepper your face with kisses and to bend your lips into a smile that would make your cheeks ache. Satoru was the one who knew how to make the deep crease between your brows disappear. How to protect you from Suguru's nasty side whenever you two had a fight. He loved both of you oh so deeply and always, somehow, managed to reconcile his dearest husband and wife whenever the storms of anger swirled over your fuming heads.
And did you truly need to know anything else, except that they would be ready to burn the world down just for a single smile of yours?
"Please," you mumbled, fiddling with a hem of your sweater. "Show me who they are."
Shiu sighed, biting on the inside of his cheeks. After a few minutes, a low fuck it bounced off the cold walls, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards another set of stairs.
"Be careful," he muttered, showing the way with a flashlight. "Down there will be lighter. You're lucky, because no one else is here, but you need to hurry up. They're coming back earlier than they should."
You nodded, slowly descending into the darkness.
One step after another, the creaking of old wood slipped under your skin, jabbing it with gentle bites. It was cold and damp, with an unpleasant mix of something metallic and a harsh antiseptic aftertaste that tickled your nose.
You descended into a big, dimly lit space.
The first thing you noticed was the metal chair bolted to the floor. Cold, with chains hanging from the arms and feet. You looked closer, noticing dried blood on the floor, creeping up the chair's leg, nastily coating its back.
Your gut was already twisting, vomit coming up to your throat.
"What is this place?" you whisper, noticing a long table right next to the chair, full of used towels, tools and documents.
Shiu sighed, noticing a tremble of your lower lip. "A slaughterhouse."
Your head shot towards him, eyes bulging from the dread that bit into your spine. "What d-do you mean?"
"That's where they torture people who cross their path the wrong way," Shiu said casually, as if announcing a discount at the local supermarket. Voices were chilly, slightly indifferent, eyes following towards some doors. "That's where they keep the bodies. If you look there, you may find a few familiar faces."
A muffled, terrified cry slipped past your lips as you traced the grimace twisting his face. "What p-people?" Before he could answer, you grabbed his arm. "Shiu, what people? I don't have any friends, I don't know…"
The room felt too stuffy. Your breathing grew heavier and heavier till you started desperately grasping for air, feeling your mind slip into a slow state of unconsciousness.
"Hey, hey," "Hey, hey," Shiu quickly grabbed you, giving soft pats on your back. "Calm down, breathe. If you can't handle it, just tell me. If they knew I'd brought their pregnant wife to this fucking place, the kindest end for me would be immediate death."
And you… felt the walls closing in around you.
Mind went blank, lips fell open with a tremble.
"Pregnant?" slipped in a dreadful murmur. "Pregnant wife?"
Shiu tilted his head, chocolate eyes following the emotions mixing on your face.
And only then did he understand.
"Don't tell me…" his breath hitched for the first time. "You didn't know?"
Your head shook, tears already swelling beneath the lids.
"Fuck," he rubbed his cheek. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. What do you mean, you didn't know?"
But how could you, if for all this time you were sure the secret was well kept by you and your doctor?
"I-I was on UID, I d-didn't, fuck, when, I-I have no idea–" your breath became heavy again, and Shiu squeezed your shoulder.
"Listen…" he started, leaning closer to meet your teary gaze. "You wanted to know the truth. Whatever you will see here, by all means, you must keep to yourself. The life they built for you was marked by blood from the moment you met. The guy who attacked you in the alley–"
A muffled cry escaped your throat. "How do you–"
"They buried him alive. When they found out I was dating you, they threatened to go after my daughter if I didn't cut contact with you. Your doctor?" His eyes flicked to the thick metal doors. Before you could turn your head, he grabbed your chin and held you at his eye level. "They know every step you take. Every decision made behind their backs. This," His finger brushed a bump behind your neck. "Traces your every move. They don't have friends, only other crime partners who are no better than they are."
Your eyes closed, a wave of pitiful weeping rolled through your spine. Listening to him grew harder with each harsh word that rolled off his tongue. "Stop, I-I–"
"No," Shiu shook your shoulders, grasping back your attention. "You wanted to know the truth, so now you have to listen. You won't leave them. Won't get away anywhere unless you make a deal with another boss. Do you have contact with Sukuna?" You frantically nodded, feeling the wetness coat your swollen cheeks. "Good. After everything, go back upstairs and text him. Something short, delete it right after, before they see it. He's not a good man and in the same line of work as them, but…" Shiu bit on the inside of his cheek. "His mother used to be in the same situation as you. She killed herself after the third attempt at running away. I'm sure he will help you."
You remind me of my mother, you know? His words echoed through your mind, filling your throat with the bitter taste of nausea.
"I don't want anyone else to suffer because of me," you cried, suddenly craving the warmth emanating from Shiu's body. "I don't want your daughter to…"
He sighed, suddenly pulling you closer.
You hated him. Of course you did. After all the lies he fed you for months. You didn't even know he had a daughter, and in other circumstances, you would surely slap him a hundred times.
But at that moment, with a betrayal splitting your heart open and his big arms wrapping around your shivering body – the wrath boiling beneath your skin didn't matter at all.
He was risking his life just to help you escape.
"She's okay. As long as I'm doing everything they ask for, she's going to be okay," his consoling voice kissed your warm ears, sending another wave of pitiful cries through your body. "Listen, contact Sukuna. If you'll marry him–"
You pulled away, glancing up at him with a trembling lip. "Marry? But I love them, they–"
"Yes, they love you too. Madly. And that's why you need to leave them. The things between the bosses work differently. If you can't go abroad, keep yourself close to him. He'll take care of you and the child."
Your hands trembled; your eyes barely kept the heaviness of his gaze, but your head, as if moved by the fear of everything you've just learned, nodded.
And then your eyes looked somewhere behind him. Towards the door he didn't tell you about.
"What is there?" A shudder escaped your throat, feet unconsciously took the first step.
Shiu looked over his shoulder, a grimace slashing across his face. "Their office. No one of us has ever been there."
None of us, meaning he wasn't the only one dirtying his hands to keep up the perfect world they built for you.
The steps echoed through the freezing room, hand stretching to grab the handle. Thoughts swirled in your mind, clashing against each other in restless murmurs showing you the terrors of a thing hiding behind the massive door.
Their office.
The room you've never been to, hiding all their secrets that would spike another wave of nausea in your throat.
And before you could pull them, Shiu's voice slashed through the air.
"They're almost here," he said, looking down at his phone. "Fuck, you need to go back. Text Sukuna, he'll help you."
"But the office–"
Shiu grabbed your hand, quickly coming upstairs. "Whatever there is, trust me, you don't want to see it."
Because if you did, hiding it from them would be much more difficult than it already was.
"I'll make sure to clear the cameras. They won't know you were here unless you tell them." You walked into your house, the dim moonlight creeping across the warm walls. Shiu pushed you inside, himself staying at the top of the basement stairs. "Whatever happens, try not to be afraid. Keep loving them; don't let them suspect anything. You're pregnant, so they'll try to keep you inside as much as possible. Running away will be hard, but…" He sighed, lowering his head between shoulders. "I'm sorry. I know I was a dickhead. I should've told you everything. But please, get yourself away from them. You don't deserve it."
With those last words, the basement door closed while the front ones opened.
The silence and loneliness you tried to enjoy for the few days vanished into thin air. Broken by the sweet chuckles of your husbands and their eyes, dark and creamy, quickly finding you in the hall.
And when they wrapped themselves around you, arms locking you in a tight embrace, you could see nothing but the crimson liquid coating their bodies from head to toe.
The blood of all the people who died solely for their pleasure. And some of them – because of you.
Okay, so... affair with Sukuna – yes or no? At first, I didn't plan to give them a romantic relationship, but now I'm considering it since it would make things much worse for the reader. And yes, the sex would be included, so I would need to include infidelity...
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An outcast you rejected a while ago cannot bear the sight of you with other men! And what's a better place to corner you and beg to love him? By the lake, at night, when you're naked and alone. After he made sure to get rid of your newest lover, of course!
part of slutty (slasher) summer
˖ꨄ ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Stalker/Killer!Suguru Geto x Slutty!Reader ꒱
˖ꨄ ݁˖ content & warning: ꒰ mdni 18+ :: heavy smut :: set in 80s :: psycho stalker suguru :: yandere :: obsessive behaviour :: extreme possesiveness :: violence (not towards the reader) :: emo Suguru :: minx reader :: she's so mean :: murders :: death threats :: university au :: suguru has piercings :: oral sex :: masturbation :: stalking :: panties stealing (ofc) :: breeding kink :: creampie :: oral sex :: pussydrunk suguru :: belly bulges :: blood :: we love beating men :: miserable suguru :: extreme jealousy ꒱
˖ꨄ ݁˖ words: ꒰ 11.4k ꒱
˖ꨄ ݁˖ notes: It was supposed to be shorter, but then I spiralled and cooked another long fic. Hope you'll like it <3
He was always there – somewhere, lurking behind the university's walls, with lavender eyes fixed on your figure.
Suguru Geto was known as your menace, stalker, the man who somehow became utterly obsessed with this campus's slutty sweetheart. A freak, an outcast, always hanging out with his weirdo friends. Metal bars coated his face like twinkling stars, and long, shiny hair brushed the ends of his hips, hung with heavy chains.
Two years of a master's degree, two years of a nightmare, a man haunting your dreams like a spectral creature with eyes always fixed on your body and heavy, bittersweet cologne trailing you through the corridors.
You first met in September of 86'. Right on campus, you sat on the grass with your new group of friends and a jock whose name you had long since forgotten, clinging to you like a puppy. The prettiest new girl at university, a heartbreaker, a slut, which you never truly denied. For it was the truth that you enjoyed sleeping around and chirping bewitching sweetness to your next foolish victims.
And Suguru saw you then, as you lay on lush grass in a mid-thigh skirt and white socks, wrapped just above your knees. You wore a checkered top and long earrings that brushed your neck. Squinted eyes turned to his freaky group once, with glossed lips curving into a mischievous smile and a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Why is he staring at me?" you asked, piquing Shoko's interest.
She looked over her shoulder, pushing a low groan. "Ugh, I guess he wants to talk to you. Don't mind them, probably some weird art major."
But it was hard to ignore the lavender irises hiding behind the almond-shaped eyes and this curious, slightly cheeky tilt of his head. September was still rather warm, and yet black jeans wrapped his long legs, hung with silver chains and patches. Dark tee with some washed-out band and thick bracelets stacked one after one on his pale wrists. Massive shoes could probably leave a hole in your delicate, white heels, and so grimace tug on your lips.
A jock sitting right next to you pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, with a, "Don't worry, sweetheart, he won't be bothering you."
But you didn't answer, since he would be replaced by another guy by the end of this week. There was no need to raise his hopes.
The days were passing, and you were soon completely wrapped up in the university's tight schedule. Classes, studying, partying. Classes, studying, partying, fucking.
The young adult life was fun, with your friends always pulling you out of the dorm in the dead of night and taking you from one bar to another. From the local student's club to the cabin by the lake, owned by one of the jocks you happened to sleep with.
But the joys of a student's life – be it an evening spent studying or fucking in the car after a stressful exam – were, after a few months, taken away by your stalker.
Suguru Geto has been following you since day one. The moment his eyes fell on your body sprawled on the campus lawn, skin shimmering in the late summer sun, and a sweet giggle tickling his pierced ears.
His brain turned fuzzy whenever he saw the angelic aura wrapping around your cheeky face. Heart melted when your eyes fell on him, even for a single second. An uncontrollable feeling bubbled in his chest at the sheer sight of a little crease appearing between your brows when you bestowed him with a grimace.
It was clear that, for some reason, you treated him rather as a foe than a man who could pique your interest.
At first, he did nothing but look. Observe, with this devilish smile tugging at his lips and lavender irises taking pleasure in the loveliest scowl slipping onto your face. He tried to keep himself at bay, but not because shyness coiled in his heart.
No, simply because he wished to know everything about you, before making an official approach. Your favourite flowers, the desserts you most cherished, the tight course schedule that always seemed to keep you up all night, favourite shapes and colours of the clacking jewellery that hung from your skin. Of the big hoops that always brushed your neck, and bracelets stacked one on another, chirping like sweet birds whenever you passed by.
He wished to know the colour of your lingerie and how your panties smelled after a long day. To feel the warmth of the bra that had just left the embrace of your breasts. Smell the sweetness of your slightly sweated skin after days when you joined the cheerleading sessions.
Suguru… Suguru wanted to be the one having you all to himself, even if you hated the sheer sight of him.
Whenever you took a shower during late, late nights – someone always seemed to be there. In the shared bathroom on your floor, the one meant to be used solely by the female students. A listener, whose ears pricked up to hear a soft hum of a random melody that bubbled in your throat and sweet sighs when the first hot droplets hit your skin.
The first time you noticed it was when the bathroom doors closed louder than they should. Another girl coming back from a late session, you thought, giving it no mind.
But the silence that lingered in the air stretched for too long. As no other shower seemed to be in use, nor did any other sounds of movement filled the lonely bathroom.
You waited, and waited, to hear something that would not make you believe that a fucking creep slipped inside the room just to await your naked body leaving the shower.
But nothing else ever came, and so your voice echoed off the walls with a, "Hello?"
Silence stood still, and the hot droplets soon turned into the cold sweat tickling the shivering skin along your spine. Nothing, but the thick fog filled the tiled bathroom and a heavy breath of yours, trying to listen for the eerie footsteps that clacked against the wet floor a few seconds ago.
Coming closer, and closer, till you could already see the heavy, black boots peeking from the lower door crack. A gentle tingling of the oh-so-familiar silver chain slashed through the air, and if you lifted your head up, surely you could see a peek of silky black hair. The shower doors were, after all, not two meters tall.
"You fucking freak," a low snort escaped your throat. "You don’t think I know who you are?"
Silence.
He simply stood there, as if waiting. For you to come outside? Or maybe simply enjoying the tension that rose within a blinding fog. The faster beating of your heart, shuddered breath you tried to conceal with a harsh tone, and trembling fingers covering your breasts, as if he could see your naked body through the door.
"Cat got your tongue, huh? Don’t be a coward, at least say something," you continued, making sure the miserably weak latch was keeping the door closed. "You’ve been stalking me for months. Don’t you know who my boyfriend is?"
Suguru knew.
But he also knew that the captain of the basketball team wasn’t your boyfriend. Because you didn’t do that stuff – relationships, love, cheesy romance.
So a low chuckle slipped past his lips as he pressed his forehead to the door. Trying to smell the sweet body wash that lingered in the air, imagining the foam that coated your soft body and curled around those plush breasts he loved so dearly.
"I can’t believe you’re getting off to this," another snort escaped your throat, as you banged with a fist on the door. "You don’t think I’ll report you? I’ll end you, do you hear me?!"
But Suguru could simply laugh – deeply, with a vibration hitting the plastic surface. His large palm pressed to the door, as if he tried to imagine where exactly your hand lay. So the image of your skins almost touching could slip an eerie, excited thought that tickled his mind in such a pleasant manner.
A wrath coiled beneath your heart, hearing how much he enjoyed this little torture. Because, if only he wanted, he surely could rip the door off the hinges with little to no sweat. Instead, he simply let out a hum, curling the fingers into a fist.
"Sure, baby. I hear you loud and clear," a low purr bounced off the tile, foggy walls.
The heat made your head spin, body leaned against the plastic door in need of fresh air. But going out now would mean slipping right into his needy clutches.
And before you could snap once again, he added, "I hope you won’t mind me taking those pretty panties of yours, hm? I’ll give them back one day, pinky promise," and with that, the leather shoes disappeared from your sight.
With your pitched you fucking psycho, kissing his cheeks goodbye, as he left the stuffy bathroom.
And so during the first semester, you started seeing the consequences of having a stalker like him.
Your panties were disappearing one by one, and you knew that it was not a fault of the old washing machines in the dorm. Always suddenly appearing back on your bed, clean and fragrant, although only god knew what he did with them.
Other times, it was the white knee-socks from the cheerleader costume. The woollen, soft material that wrapped your sweaty thighs after hours of training. Always disappearing whenever you planned to do the laundry, always back on your bed a bit stiff, with a heavy cologne still clinging to the cloth.
The report to the headmaster did truly nothing, as you had no proof whatsoever that Suguru Geto was your stalker, nor that he slipped into the women’s bathroom. After all, no one else saw him, and for that matter, no one could accuse him of anything.
The jock you were sleeping with back then refused to deal with him another way, for he simply didn’t see a reason to it.
You snorted, the first time Toji said it and slipped off his bed. The winter’s biting cold was sneaking past the old dorm windows as you started dressing yourself up.
"Doll, what are you doing?" The mountain of a man asked with a sigh, stretching his massive body on a bed. "I won’t kill some random guy, just because you think he’s stalking you."
You scoffed at the quizzical tone of his voice, pulling on the warm, woolly sweater. "So you think I made this up, huh?"
Toji groaned, lazily wiping his face with a hand. "Come on, I’m just saying that he may have a crush and that’s it."
"He’s been stealing my underwear and listening to me taking showers for months!"
The emerald eyes followed you with a raised eyebrow, as you pulled tight jeans onto your ass. The scowl between your brows made him chuckle lowly and sit up on a bed, patting the still-warm place next to him.
"Come on, let me make you feel better. It’s not as if he’ll do anything else." His long hand reached for the loops of your jeans, but you quickly smacked it. "Doll, I’m serious. If you were in danger, I would definitely deal with him."
Fully dressed, with shoes on, you turned to him with a low tsk and, "I think you’re too much of a fucking coward to do it," before going out of his room and closing the door with a thud.
Months passed; winter turned into early spring, the second semester began, and Suguru Geto was slowly getting closer.
In slow, baby steps and yet you felt the line between the two of you thinning. With him appearing on your horizon much more often, following you around the campus, barely trying to hide it.
In early spring, he started leaving little gifts on your bed, under the door, in the locker. A pretty set of lingerie, favourite flowers, a tape with music he thought you could like, the… death threats.
Not to you, oh, but of course, as he would rather cut his limbs off than make a single, precious strand of your hair fall for the greediness filling his heart.
All the death threats were always aimed at your lovers, of course.
As Suguru had a little patience left for seeing you change men like gloves, with none worthy to be bestowed with the softness of your skin. To nuzzle into your neck, trace kisses down the chin, and hear the sweet laughter every single day.
Suguru was simply jealous. And he addressed it quite openly in short, paper notes that you somehow always found in your bag.
The mix of, baby he’s not good for you, and, break it off, or he’ll regret ever setting his eyes on my girl.
When you brought them all to the headmaster, he simply offered to monitor the situation. As you still had no proof to offer that Suguru Geto was the one who wrote them all. No one saw him slipping the notes into your bag, nor his ghastly figure stealing all your lingerie.
On a campus, he was simply a weird guy.
In classes, the best student.
For you, a hellish nightmare that tried to crawl under your skin and wrap around your body like a deathly viper.
And so you ignored the threats. Broke most of your relationships, but didn’t quite reveal the reason. If he had a problem with you sleeping with one guy for a month or two, then… you simply had to stick to one-night stands and not show yourself on campus with any other men.
As long as you weren’t hanging onto anyone’s shoulder, it should be okay. Somehow, you would last the next year and leave this town behind. With the stalker hot on your heels and the presents stacked in your bedroom, one on top of another.
The middle of the second semester began quickly, with spring in full bloom and the sizzling sun once again letting you slip away for the pool parties at the jocks’ houses. You allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasures and madness of student life, with summer just around the corner. Only a few months left, and you would get a break from your stalker for the whole holidays.
But then… Suguru Geto confessed.
He came to your dorm with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, a small bun sitting high on his head, and pierced lips curling in a gentle smile, as he knocked on your dorm’s door. After months of following you obediently like a puppy, he knew every little thing about you.
Every mood swing of yours, each emotion, always oh so visible on your lovely face. He learned how to watch you, please you, and say the right things to become the perfect boyfriend.
He knew how your pussy smelled during the ovulation days. How you usually tasted, checking it each day with a pretty lingerie of yours pressed to his lips, and fingers pumping his leaking cock.
He learned the melody you always hummed under the shower and the brand of shampoo that made your hair smell like the sweetest garden.
He found out what you liked and hated in bed, all the kinks you wished to try. The way your fingers pressed to your swollen clit, whenever you stayed in your dorm room alone. How your breath hitched when you were close, and thighs squeezed around nothing, although he truly wished it was his head being squished between the heavenly softness that haunted his dreams.
And when you opened the door, he knew that it was now or never. He, finally, was worthy to ask for your love.
"Hi, baby," he said, glancing at your figure dressed in nothing but a skimpy gown.
Wrapping you a bit too tight, ending just above the mid-thighs and with perked nipples poking through the flimsy material.
A scowl bubbled in your throat, and you quickly, with full force, tried to close the door. But he was quicker, slipping his heavy shoe right into the small crack.
"Leave, or I’ll start screaming," you warned him, getting as an answer a low giggle.
He pushed the door easily, coming into your room. The dim light slipping from the night table bathed the small space with a soft glow. A few scented candles flickered on your desk and the bed of your roommate, as usual, was empty.
You took a few steps back, trying not to show any signs of panic.
The sudden fear that rose in your chest. Breath becoming slightly more hitched, fingers trembling around the gown you tried to pull down. Eyes fixed on him, as if he could attack any minute now.
But he, as always, was looking at you. Closely, carefully, with lavender warmth slipping up and down your body and a handsome smirk tugging on his lips. Long hair tickled his shoulder, swimming down along the muscular back dressed in leather jacket. Metal bars on his lips and eyebrows twinkled like coins under the spilling candle-flame, adding a sort of wickedness to his demeanour.
Suguru Geto was… handsome.
Dear lord, he was beautiful.
And as difficult as it was to swallow, you could not change the fact that your stalker was one of the prettiest men you had ever seen. With a horrendous and sinful character, yet the face of an angel.
So you allowed yourself to trace the broad back bulging under the jacket. The height looming over your shivering figure. Long fingers that gripped the bouquet and beefy thighs dressed in black jeans. The woodsy scent of his cologne wrapped around your senses in an utterly pleasurable way, melting you in its warmth.
You hated the way he made you feel. Confused, scared, and most of the time simply furious. But somehow, on some days, a bit too balmy. With a heat spreading all over your body, slipping under the chest, down the belly, between the thighs, as if the wickedness of his actions, the sheer idea of how obsessed he was with you, made you excited.
So then, while he stood in your dorm with a straightened back, you decided to wait. To see what other foolish plan would bloom in his devilish mind, only for you to bring it back to the headmaster.
"What the fuck do you want?" you snapped, crossing arms over your chest.
He took a step closer, lavender eyes mingling with an excitement of a source that made your spine tingle in an unpleasant way. Long hand extended towards you, pushing a lush bouquet right into your arms.
"Go out with me," he stated, not even curving his tone into a question.
A statement, rather, it was as if he was utterly sure that you would agree.
And you stood there with the same scowl that didn’t leave your forehead even for a second. Fingers wrapped around the heavy bouquet, nostrils tingling with the strong, flowery smell you loved so much.
But the wrath coiling beneath your chest was dangerously close to spilling. Eyes bulged, hearing the question he dared to push after months of acting like a psycho stalker and turning your life into madness. Everyone looked at you like a crazy, delusional woman who tried to frame a poor outcast as a maniac who, Suguru Geto, definitely wasn’t.
And now he had the audacity to stand in your bedroom, checking your body dressed in nothing but a flimsy robe, as a sly smile tugged at his lips.
"What did you just say?" Rolled in tremble, as you could barely stop the rage bubbling in your chest.
His head tilted. Long legs took another step closer. Until the big hand lifted to nuzzle your soft cheek, strong thumb brushing the skin aflame with fury.
"Go out with me, baby. Let me love you as you deserve it." The silkiness of his tone made your head spin, in both an unsettling pleasure and madness. "And if you don’t want to date me, use me. It’s been a while since you slept with someone, hm? Why won’t you just use me for your pleasure?"
Thumb slipped to your slightly parted lips. The urge to bite it and suck on it fought in your mind, bringing an irrational feeling that made your lower lip tremble right under his digit.
His words clearly stated that he, in fact, did not know that you hadn’t given up on sleeping with other men. Because if he did…
"Why so sure that I’m not fucking with anyone?" You muttered, tilting head in a cheeky manner.
As if you wanted to indulge yourself in the psychotic game of his, fully aware that you would always end up as a loser. Because for the past few months, Suguru Geto was never, ever, letting you win any of the tricks you tried to play on him. The reports, gathering the evidence, paying people to give him the lesson, although the next day he was always appearing back on the university’s lawn. Fully aware of all your miserable attempts.
Something in his eyes twinkled, but the smile didn’t come off his lips even for a second. "Do you?"
You smacked away his hand, and with a swing, shot the flowers through the room. Gentle petals smashed against the wall, falling pitifully on your roommate’s empty bed.
Before he could even look their way, your arms wrapped around his neck, perked nipples pressed against his torso as you lifted yourself up on tiptoes. The sweetness of your skin immediately enveloped his senses, and it seemed this sudden, intimate gesture left him speechless.
"Every. Single. Night." You whispered, tugging harshly on the long, silky hair curling behind his neck. His breath slipped out shuddered, and, for the first time, you noticed a true rage bubbling in his gaze. "Think you’re so smart? That I’m scared of your stupid threats?" He didn’t answer, allowing himself to cherish the softness of your body pressed to his. "I’m fucking every day with a different guy. Guys, maybe? Who knows, maybe I’m already knocked up stupid after all the cum they–"
His patience finally snapped.
One hand curled around your waist, the other lifted to squeeze your jaw before the last, nasty words would fully set his mind ablaze. The fingers dug painfully into your cheeks, the arm kept you in place, forbidding you from slipping away from the deathly clutches.
"Aren’t you a smartass, hm?" He chuckled, but his low voice was edged with the wrath that made the lavender irises narrow into a cat-eye glance. "I’m giving you an easy way out, baby. If you’re a fucking nymphomaniac, why won’t you make me your boy toy? Think I was joking?" He tugged you, drawing a soft groan from your throat. And as fear filled your body from head to toe, something exciting, maddeningly confusing, tingled in your fingertips.
"You are a fucking joke," a muffled mutter bounced off the walls, only making him squeeze your cheeks even harder.
"I don’t think you’re in a position to make me angry, baby," he leaned closer, his lips mere millimetres from yours.
Another move, and he could taste the sweetness of your lip gloss.
"Or what?" You snorted, enraging him even more. "You’ll kill me? Come on, psycho. At least I’ll get myself free from you."
Suguru never wanted to hurt you. He never wanted to do anything that would cause you even a moment's pain. But the way you spoke to him, the way your eyes twinkled with the truth of choosing death rather than spending another second in his presence, made his blood boil in a disgustingly dangerous way.
Your doe eyes fixed on his, lovely face twisted in a wicked smile as he finally loosened his grip on your cheeks.
"Is that your final answer, then?" He asked, low bass filling the small room. Candle flames licked a side of his face, with warm tongues and peppered kisses. A devil truly looking like an angel. "I promise you’ll regret it, baby."
And with a final scowl, you pushed him away. This time, he allowed you to do it without a fight.
To kick his massive body out of your room and smash the door till the tremor bounced off the corridors.
Back then, while gathering the beautiful flowers of the bed and pushing them all to the trash can, you didn’t know what consequences your decision would bring upon the lives of not just you, but all the other people you associated yourself with. The rage filled you from head to toe, making your mind go foggy from the dizziness and adrenaline that still pulsed in your veins.
Back then, you thought that the official rejection would finally stop all his attempts to coax you into this weird relationship he had made up in his head and give you a little breather.
So when you didn’t notice his presence around yourself for the next few days, a grain of hope bloomed beneath your heart. That maybe, he finally decided to leave you alone.
Your lingerie stopped disappearing, death threats were no longer found in your bag, and all the little presents stopped appearing on your bed. Life was getting back on track, and you could enjoy the last few months of university, hanging on jocks’ shoulders and slipping into parties every single weekend.
But as it would soon turn out, those few days of peace were nothing but a bad omen. The storm that would soon haunt not only your life but the whole campus itself.
As on the night one of the male students had left your dorm, he disappeared. Simply, just like that, only to be found two days later in the local forest. With body dismembered into pieces, head a few meters away from the torso.
When the news spread across the campus, not a single student or professor was left unshocked, their hearts shattered.
Did he have any enemies? People wondered. Did he find himself in the wrong place at the wrong time?
The police went to you first, of course, since you seemed to be the last person who saw him that night. But the two officers didn’t get anything from the stuttering, and weeping body of yours, with dark circles swollen under your eyes. As, in fact, you didn’t even know his name, after meeting at some party and taking back for a quick fuck to your room.
Weeks passed before you could somehow move on and find calmness within a company of another guy. Not a one-night stand, but simply someone whose kindness and gentlemanly manner made your mind flutter with peace. He talked to you gently and made a sweet, genuine laugh slip past your lips. A friend, companion, but of no love interest from your side.
And yet, after a while, he disappeared too. Only to be found in the lake, with a purple body bulging from the water and a head wrapped in a dirty sack.
This case… made you spiral into madness.
Because, as you would soon discover, men who got close to you in any way were always, always, going missing just a few days after exchanging a few simple words with you. Be it a random student working in a library or a waiter at your favourite dinner. It didn’t matter who they were to you, but a single glance at your face was enough to sentence them to death.
And whenever another person was disappearing, you always saw him.
Suguru Geto, looking at you from across the campus, with a diabolical smirk tugging at his lips. Of unmatched beauty, with cheeks, straight eyebrows, and almond-shaped eyes. Lavender gaze lingering, with an uncanny sense of a secret only the two of you knew. The love and obsession so heavy that he was ready to cut you off from any men if that would force you to crawl back to him.
So you simply stopped hanging around campus. You just gritted your teeth, hid face beneath the heavy hoodie, and left the room only for classes. Room – classes, room – classes, the route that, during the last month before the summer break, became your routine.
You made minimal contact with other men, be it people in your class or a cashier at the local supermarket. Avoided the parties, gatherings, hangouts, just to not risk anyone’s life any further.
Just one month, you thought, desperately wanting to move back to your parents’ house for the summer holidays.
To leave Suguru, the university, this whole mess behind, and lock yourself far away from all the problems you already caused.
And then, a few days before leaving, Shoko knocked on your door. And when you opened with a puffy face and a shirt dirty from a chocolate ice cream you just stuffed yourself with, she sighed heavily, quickly coming inside.
"Do you even have a roommate?" She asked, noticing that the other half of the room was always empty.
With a brief nod, you fell back on your bed and closed the book you had just been reading. Ice cream in a big paper cup was melting on your bedside table, and heavy curtains cut off the summer light in the stuffy room.
"She’s always hanging out with her boyfriend," you muttered, patting the place next to you.
Shoko took a seat, watching the misery furrow your face. "You can’t cut yourself off. It’s not healthy, you know?" she said, tugging a lock of your hair back behind an ear.
Your fingers fiddled with the old, pink tracksuit, picking on the little, plastic diamonds glued to the soft material.
"I don’t want anyone else to die," a low, almost crying voice filled the space as you desperately tried to hold back the tears already swirling behind your eyelids. "What if he’s going to hurt you?"
She wondered for a second, taking in your state, a pain ripping at her heart. "Don’t worry, I won’t let that bastard get anywhere near me. Besides, it seems that he only aims for your…" She bit down on the lower lip, as if not wishing to confirm what was already obvious. "Anyways, I thought that maybe we could have some fun tonight. Nothing crazy, just a simple funfair with me, Utahime and Yuki."
You looked up from behind the wet eyelashes, seeing the comforting smile on your friend’s face.
"I don’t think I’m in the mood for fun," another sigh escaped your tightened throat. "Besides, he can follow me there."
She hummed, nodding her chestnut head. Short hair curled around the lean cheeks, and a single cigarette was pushed behind an ear.
"Well, how about you slip away through the window? He won’t notice you leaving the dorm. His room is on the other side of the building; he won’t even see you cross the lawn."
A low giggle slipped past your lips, seeing a cheeky grin lift her lips. "And how do you know that?"
"I think you truly underestimate your friends. Yuki’s boyfriend is friends with his roommate, the nerd guy, Satoru. We’ll make sure he keeps him entertained for a few seconds," Shoko laughed, squinting her eyes like a sly kitty. "Besides, there’s some weird metal band in town. I’m sure he and the rest of Addam’s Family will hang out there. He already knows you’re too scared to even leave your room, so… he won’t suspect anything."
The plan indeed sounded good. And as your room was on the first floor, slipping away would be easy. The worst that could happen was a small scratch, but it seemed worth it to experience even the simplest moment of joy before leaving your friends for two months.
At the same time… the fear was eating you alive. The thought that he might somehow be able to track your location sent a shiver down your spine. Made your mind freeze, heart trying to leap from the tightened chest. You didn’t want to hear about any more murders. Didn’t want to befriend kind, innocent people who would meet a tragic end only because of the psychotic stalker who cared for you in his sick, twisted manner.
And yet, without a second thought, you nodded, drawing a squeak from Shoko’s beaming face. She pulled you into a tight, warm hug, a sweet fragrance of perfume and cigarette smoke wrapping around your senses.
"So get your ass up now and go take a shower," She said, pushing you towards the door. "I’ll prepare a little special outfit for our night out."
The bathroom was empty when you entered, but no one interrupted your long, warm shower. No heavy footsteps bounced off the tiled walls, and no one’s silky hair peeked down at your naked body. It felt almost unusual, yet you tried to enjoy this intimate moment of peace just as you used to, with the same melody hummed softly beneath the dripping rain and a sweet body wash lathering your skin.
Colours seemed to slowly spread across your cheeks, the purple smooched disappeared from under your eyes, and a heavy, relaxed breath escaped your throat.
The life, even for a slippery second, felt as if it was back under your control.
When you turned to the room, a small, shocked gasp rolled off your tongue.
"I am not wearing that!" You scowled, looking at the set Shoko prepared for you.
You had long forgotten about the tight, extremely short pink skirt and the sparkling white top that were hidden in your wardrobe. A set of white lingerie lay right next to them, and your heart almost stopped at the bra, thin enough to make your perked nipples visible through the flimsy top.
"What do you mean? You wore it so many times before!" she exclaimed, adding a pair of big hoops and milky-white heels. "Come on, don’t be a prude!"
"I’m not, but…" but what if some guy tries to talk to me, and he will be there, and…
"Nuh-uh, stop. I can read your thoughts," Shoko said, quickly wiping a towel over your naked body. Her chestnut eyes slid up and down your figure, a cheeky smile tugging at her lips. "Mhm, perfect. Dress up and let me do your make-up."
So after an hour and a long fight over the crimson lipstick that smudged your lips in an utterly whorish way, you and Shoko, under the sky blanketed in darkness, finally slipped away through the window. Bags fell onto the lawn first, heels following right after, only for your stupidly giggling lips to shush each other as you ran across campus.
Yuki and Shoko were already waiting outside, and when you saw them crouched behind the bushes, a loud, alive laugh filled the warm summer night.
"Why didn’t you wait in the car?" You asked, slipping into the passenger seat.
Yuki started the car, slowly reversing from the university’s car park. "For your entertainment, dear." She chuckled before pulling onto the main road.
After ten minutes of laughing and chit-chatting in the car, with music blasting from the speakers and Yuki’s cabriolet swooshing along the forest roads, you finally noticed the lights.
Red, orange, and purple, with a Ferris wheel looming over the dark, haunted house, rollercoasters, and multiple colourful booths filling the place with a mixture of burnt popcorn and sweet cotton candy. The tacky music beamed from the stickers, bouncing off the nearby lake, hidden just behind the deep forest.
Children, teenagers and students filled the park to the brim, with plastic red cups or paper boxes of food in their hands. Men tried to show off their muscles, hitting the high striker again and again until the golden bell buzzed with a red alarm, tickling your earlobes. A few squeaks escaped from the haunted house after a group of girls left it, laughing and giggling, while another group just entered, fear twisting their faces.
It seemed perfect, joyful and carefree, lifting a heavy burden from your shoulders and allowing you to experience a moment of happiness.
Shoko wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you towards the entrance.
After an hour, you completely forgot about the terror that had haunted you for the past year. You couldn’t count the cans of beer you drank, the amount of caramel popcorn that filled your belly with sweetness, all the times you almost barfed on the rollercoaster, and your miserable attempts to win a plush toy in darts.
Some men looked behind their shoulders to sense a direction from which sugary laughter was coming. Some tried to talk to you, but all three girls were immediately taking you away from their clutches, knowing that the presence of another guy was the last thing you needed.
But then all of them left for the haunted house, which you refused to enter, and suddenly became easy prey. Easy enough for someone to come into your line of sight and let out a chuckle when another soft ball didn’t hit the moving object.
"I’m sorry, but you really suck at it," a low voice whispered in your ear, and you quickly looked over your shoulder.
A young man, surely your age, with coffee-coloured eyes that mingled like little stars and sandy hair brushed slightly back. He stood tall, with broad shoulders bulging beneath the blueish shirt. Muscular arms peeked from beneath the short sleeves, with a few creamy buttons revealing his warm chest.
Your lips pouted. "I’m not that bad."
"It’s the fourth time you lost it."
Sixth, almost slipped away, but instead, you let out a giggle.
His eyes scanned your face, taking in the loveliness warming your skin, before drifting towards a booth filled with plushies.
"So which one do you want?" He asked, giving the cashier a few dollars for another try.
You bit the plush inside of the cheek, pointing with a finger at the big, black cat with yellow eyes and a pinkish nose.
"He looks mischievous," a man murmured, nevertheless sending you a smile.
His legs spread a bit wider, and his body leaned over to get a better view of the moving cans.
"I like them a bit mischievous," you said, moving yourself to stand right next to him.
With a corner of the eye, you noticed his gaze on your warm cheeks, before he looked back towards the game. "I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’m a nice guy."
The first ball flew, hitting right in the middle of the small can. You gasped, shooting your head towards him. To look at the cheeky smile and sandy brows curving up.
"You did not!"
He shrugged, rolling a chuckle. "Not bad, hm?"
Another three balls in his hand disappeared just as quickly. One by one, each hitting the can with force, until the metal cups fell to the ground. The cashier seemed just as surprised and charmed as you, watching the blue veins bulge on his forearms and squinting at the aim.
When the last can fell, you suddenly, without a further thought, grabbed his shoulders and started jumping with loud squeaks.
"Oh my god! Amazing!" The pure happiness lighting your face swelled his heart with pride as he pointed a finger at the big, black cat.
"Here you go, pretty," He said, a gentle rosiness kissing his lips as he pushed the plush into your arms.
A bit too small to hug it fully, slightly bigger than your chest.
"Pretty?" Fell rather cheeky, as you walked towards one of the benches.
The warm summer air coated your body, hair stuck to the glossed lips, and you noticed the way his finger curled into a fist, as if wishing to push those few strands away.
"Well, aren’t you?" He scratched the back of his neck at the poor attempt to crack a flirty joke.
And as heartwarming as it was, maybe a little cheesy, you smiled, nuzzling cheek into the soft fur of your new gift.
"Mhm, whatever you say, handsome."
This time, his lean cheeks blazed with colour. Eyes slipped over your shoulder, as if the loveliness of your eyes was simply too much to bear. Cute.
"I’m Nanami," he said, coffee eyes finally meeting yours once again. "I was watching you for a while and thought you were pretty…"
The shyness creeping up his neck melted your heart. He was handsome, of course he was, with a sharp jaw and sandy hair, a few golden strands as if licked by the sun's rays. Eyes deep and warm, like sweet cocoa, held the damnedest purity that men your age usually did not possess. Pale skin, coated with a sheen of sweat, fingers curling and straightening under the weight of your gaze.
You sat down on the nearby bench, nothing but a black cat keeping your thighs from touching each other.
"Are you trying to flirt with me, Nanami?" You asked, turning head his way.
"Is it working?"
You hummed, leaning closer with a devilish smile dancing on your lips. "I think you’re pretty cute."
Nanami turned out to be the utmost gentleman. Always paying attention to everything you said, listening with pricked ears and quick nods. Sometimes the conversation turned to him, but more often to you. And although you thought of yourself as a rather boring person, Nanami enjoyed every word that slipped past your lips.
He seemed rather boring, but kind, shy, and utterly curious about your persona. Making a pleasurable warmth bubble in your belly and a wicked need to coax him into your arms. To use him for your own satisfaction, as back in the days when you enjoyed spending your nights with men too good to hang out with girls of your sort.
And soon you started leaning closer. And closer, placing the cat on the other side of the bench, pressing your thighs together. He was sweetly, utterly aware of your presence. Of the sweetness that filled his nostrils, the warmth of your body and giggles kissing his earlobes.
"I was thinking…" fell sweetly, with your breasts stuck to his arm.
"Maybe we could move somewhere quieter?" A lovely pout formed on your lips, doe eyes lurking up from beneath the curtain of lashes. "There’s a lake nearby. And I could reaaally use a cold swim right now."
You felt a tremor slip down his spine. The goosebumps rising on the skin of his bicep, you curled fingers around. A bulge in his trousers that made your eyes twinkle and lips lift in a wicked smile.
"But you don’t h-have a swimsuit," he said, perfectly knowing how stupid his reasoning was.
Because the lack of a swimsuit was, indeed, the whole point of this secret meeting.
So when a low, "Do you mind?" Slipped past your lips, he quickly shook his head.
"Let’s meet in ten, then." You said, before walking away towards the hidden beach with a gentle sway of your hips and a big cat wrapped within your arms.
It was safer to meet there separately. The reasons were obvious, but Nanami didn’t need to know them. There was no need, as for the past few hours you had been carefully scanning the park for the dark, heavy shoes and their owner, a face that still haunted your dreams.
It seemed he truly had no idea of your whereabouts, so the invitation seemed quite safe. Nanami appeared too good to get himself tangled up in your whole mess, yet the egoistic, carnal need for pleasure was far stronger than the need to keep a clear mind.
The short path through the dark forest led you towards a small beach, with trees looming over the crystal water and the moon peeking through the thick branches. Crickets hummed a summer melody, gentle waves crashed over the soft sand and without a second thought, you started undressing yourself.
The top, skirt, heels, followed by the flimsy white lingerie. A shiver ran down your spine when you dipped your feet in the water. Lukewarm, but still cooling your body in such a pleasing way. You slowly went further, and further, till the lake wrapped around your hips and moonlight bounced off the crystal droplets gathering on your skin.
Soft sigh slipped past your lips as you immersed yourself fully, with only your head peeking over the calm surface.
After a while, you finally heard footsteps slowly coming towards the beach. Nanami was close, and so you went back to the shore, slowly, slowly, walking out of the lake, with beads coating your naked body. Hanging off the perked nipples, nuzzling into the collarbones, dripping down your pussy, and a sheer sight of you could make one recall legends of water nymphs. With a beauty that unlatched heaven itself, carrying a wicked spell that spiralled men into madness.
When the shadow lurked from between the bending trees, your lips curled. Head tilted, mind already imagined the fever that would hit his lovely, virgin cheeks.
"Nan–"
And yet, before the name could fully roll off your lips, your breath hitched instead.
Because the man who appeared in front of you wasn’t him. The kind boy you met just minutes ago.
No, but instead Satan himself. Demon, nightmare, a fiend plaguing your life since the year before.
With a tall, muscular body dressed in black, heavy shoes wrapped around his ankles, creamy skin drenched… in blood. Long fingers wrapped around the long knife, and this damned smile bubbled behind the lavender irises.
"You–" a shuddered breath escaped your tightened throat, body suddenly a lot more naked than it should.
Everything you showed, exposed, and wanted to offer wasn’t meant to be seen by him.
And Suguru Geto knew it. Oh, he knew too well, and that’s why the lavender gaze travelled up and down your body with a satisfaction.
"Hi, baby," he said, slightly tilting his head. "Why the surprised face? Have you waited for someone else?"
You didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to confirm the obvious. Instead, your hands lifted to cover the soaked breasts, eyes quickly fell on the clothes left messily on the sand. Four big steps and you could at least grab the lingerie.
But Suguru noticed the way your gaze wandered, and a small gasp escaped his lips. He was faster, with long legs carrying him to your panties before you could take a step, body still frozen in fear. With one hand gripping the knife, he bent over and grabbed the dirty panties with the other.
"Such a pretty set. All for me?" He giggled, lifting the material to his nose. You could hear a low moan as he took a deep, heavy sniff with utter pleasure. Pervert. "Fuck, baby. You always smell so fucking good." Before you could snap back, his tongue peeked out past the pierced lip, taking a long, moany lick of your juices, lavender eyes not leaving your face for a second. "And taste like heaven."
Something bubbled in your belly. A mix of emotions too strange to identify, making your mind spin into a fury and spine tingle with a craving too queer to admit. The sole fact that standing naked in front of your stalker felt…
"Where’s Nanami?" you added quickly, trying to ignore the way your thighs clenched the moment Suguru moaned around your panties.
He took a step closer, coming your way at an unhurried pace. Panties hidden in the back pocket of his jeans, a thumb brushing away your juice, mixed with a crimson liquid on his cheek.
Suguru shrugged, eyes still fixed on your face. "Who?"
Your fingers turned into fists, as "What did you do to him, psycho?" fell through the gritted teeth.
But the gentle crease appearing between your brows melted Suguru’s heart. Low chuckle bounced off the calm water, as he was only a few steps away. If he wanted to, he could simply extend his hand and grab you by the neck.
"Baby, I really thought you learned your lesson," an angelic pout twisted his lips, as he pressed the drenched knife to his cheek. "Let me think… are you talking about the guy who was coming to see you? Blond, slightly shorter than me?"
When a terror flickered behind your gaze, his eyes lightened. "Ah, so that was him? Well, I didn’t like the fact that he was coming to meet my girl," Lavender irises dropped down to your breasts covered by your hands, before slipping towards the soft belly, hips, mound of your pussy, with a low growl tickling your ears. "Fuck, baby. I’m so happy this fucker’s dead. I can’t believe–"
Before Suguru could finish, you took a step.
And the next one, and another, before your palm met with his cheek. You didn’t expect the hit to be that hard, and yet he stumbled and fell on the soft sand. With a shock crossing his face and hand lifting to grab his burning skin.
"Bab–"
You launched towards him, your hips straddling his, palms pressing his shoulders down until his head hit the ground. Everything felt too weird, unnatural, as burning rage took over your mind and adrenaline pulsed beneath your skin.
Another slap echoed from the looming trees, and when his head flew to the left, you quickly turned it right with the next hit. And the next, next, counting each man who died because of you. The jock, the kind guy, the diner waiter, the student from the library… Nanami.
One hit more ruthless than another, but the adrenaline cooed over the sizzling pain that ripped your palms. No tears ran down your face, no trembling washed over your spine.
It was a wrath that had been simmering beneath your heart for months and finally found a way to spill in a deeply dishonourable way, leaving you filled with disgust for the violence he forced upon you.
When you finally finished, with deep breaths slipping one by one through your parted lips and eyes looking down at his face, a sort of peace dripped into your mind. Upon seeing a thin thread of blood trickling down his lips and a nasty, lavender bruise slowly forming high on cheeks.
He lay still with a mix of shock and absolute, loving madness that slipped in a shudder past the bloody traces on his face.
If Suguru Geto had thought he already loved you those few minutes before, now, with your naked body straddling his and cheeks pulsing from a beating he had himself awakened in you – he wasn’t sure whether love was enough to describe the devotion his heart swelled with.
Your breasts rose with deep breaths, lips slightly parted, while your hands still pressed his shoulder into the sand. And before he could speak, your finger hooked around his lip piercing, pulling him forward as pain shot through every nerve the metal had struck.
"Stop fucking testing me," you growled, with squinted eyes looking straight into his. "Think you’re so smart? I know your psychotic ass is too miserable to lay a finger on me. Pull another stunt like that and I’ll fucking kill you," you launched him forward, without a care whether the lip ring would rip through the skin. "Do you understand?"
He quickly nodded, but the heart-shaped irises were enough to raise another wave of fury beneath your chest.
And when he thought you would stand up and simply walk away, leaving him on a sand with a blood trickling down his chin and a hard cock trying to rip through his pants, you…
Kissed him. Smashed your lips against his, licking clean the crimson liquid pooling on his skin.
Suguru was already taken by surprise, but now, feeling your warmth so close to his body, he could swear that heaven was nowhere but in the taste of your sweet breath.
He moaned, drinking the saliva dripping from your lips and feeling the wet pussy rolling against his bulging jeans. Your hands lifted to his cheeks, squeezing them tight till another pitiful groan slipped right into your mouth.
And when his big palms landed on your hips, you pulled back, giving him yet another slap. "Don’t fucking touch me, you psycho."
Your words fell harshly, but the desire bubbling in your lower belly and sticky juices coating his jeans were enough evidence to make you feel utterly, madly turned on by the miserable state he allowed you to put him in.
"Baby, fuck, sit on my face, I’m begging you," he moaned, looking down at the long, silky thread that dripped down from your cunt right onto his bulge.
The sheer sight made his mind spin, and when you moved over his face, Suguru was sure that blood started dripping from his nose.
"I don’t care if you’ll suffocate, but you better make me cum," you stated, looking down into his dazed eyes.
Knowing fully well that the death between your thighs would bring him the peace he did not deserve.
With one move, you sat yourself on his face, tongue already peeking out and plastered to meet the heavenly sweetness of your cunt. A low, loud groan filled your drenched walls as he could finally savour the flavour he had craved for so long.
Lavender eyes rolled back, muscular body trembled as you sat with your full weight, till his teeth grazed your swollen clit and tongue sealed the leaking entrance. He drank the honeyed saps like a man starved, lapping through your folds with low moans and shallow breaths. Getting himself intoxicated by the creaminess trickling down his throat and coating the inside of plush cheeks with a sheen of sugar.
His hand immediately slipped down to his cock, fiddling with a belt, only to pull out a massive, leaking shaft that hit his abdomen. You looked over your shoulder, mouth watering at the sheer sight of the monstrosity he dared to keep hidden all this time.
He did offer to be your boy toy, and maybe, maybe, you would think it over, knowing the fatness that could poke each and every nerve deep inside your pussy.
When his lips curled around your clit, sucking on the swollen button, your hips rolled in pleasure.
"Fuck," you moaned, feeling a smirk already tugging on his bloody lips.
The metal rings felt slightly cold, bringing a weird pleasure to the heat that ripped you from the inside.
His long fingers curled around the thick shaft, pumping it in slow, lazy strokes. The reddened head pulsed as if ready to burst, balls contracted whenever your hips rolled over and over again, smearing his chin, cheeks, nose in a creamy cum.
His tongue fluttered around your clit, folds, poking inside the tightening cunt. When his other hand slipped up to grab your tit, you allowed it with a soft groan. Long fingers rolled the hardened nipple, squeezing the fat that fit into his palm just right.
"My sweetest," he pulled slightly away, forcing a frown upon your lovely forehead. "That desperate to get fucked, huh? I’m sorry my baby needed to wait that long."
It could look as if he was talking to you, but, in fact, his squinted eyes were nowhere but on your glistening pussy. With another wave of cum already sticking to his lips and lonely hole clenching desperately around nothing.
"My–"
"Stop talking," you muttered, grabbing a fistful of his silky hair, only to push him towards your cunt. "I’m far from cumming."
And he did as you ordered, plastering himself again to the heaven between your legs.
This time, he lapped more hungrily. With lips, tongue, nose poking all your sweetest buds, sucking on the trembling clit and pushing, pushing, pushing inside the weeping cunt. Each roll of your hips tugged painfully on his piercing, but he didn’t mind.
No, but rather took a carnal pleasure from the heaviness of your body, feeling that dangerous warmth bubbling in his loins.
And you were no better, with head falling behind and eyes closing from the ecstasy that was ready to spill any second. Looking back on his cock, you moaned, already imagining the fat, leaking shaft nuzzled deep inside your pussy. With a slightly curved head hitting your womb and a warm cum filling you to the brim.
"Oh fuck, I’m close," an almost inaudible whisper rolled off your tongue, but Suguru caught it in time.
With a sly smirk and lips sucking on your clit harsher, till the plumped bud trembled on his tongue, leaking a few droplets of sap.
His face turned red, for you really cut the air off and made him suffer in pleasure, strangled beneath your oozing cunt. Eyes rolled back again, a low groan spread through your pussy, sending another wave of climax down your spine.
And within the next few rolls and his tongue digging deep inside your soft walls – you finally cummed. Gushed, all over his face, drenching it in splatters of crystal droplets, landing in his mouth, on cheeks, dripping down the forehead. Your thighs squeezed around his head, a pitched moan left parted lips, and fingers grabbed his hair tighter.
You trembled, and trembled, feeling the ambrosial orgasm tickle your spine. Probably the first and best given to you through oral sex alone.
And as embarrassing as it was to admit, Suguru was, by far, the only man who made you moan that loud.
You didn’t have a moment to catch your breath. No strength to lift yourself up from his body. And to him it was of no problem, as the second later, the world spanned only for you to find yourself under him.
With thighs glued to your chest and ass slightly lifted up.
"I told you–"
His lips fell onto yours before you could finish, drawing a sweet moan from your throat.
"My poor baby is in heat," he muttered, licking a long stripe of your sweating cheek. "Let me take care of you. You waited so fucking long, didn't you?"
"And whose fault is that?" You snapped, feeling his smirk back onto your lips.
He kissed you messily, yet with a sweetness and care you would never associate with a psycho of his sort.
"I told you," he started, pulling away to take his shirt off. Muscles upon muscles glistened under the moonlight spilling through the trees, dark locks cascading down to his hips. "You will regret rejecting my love."
His trousers quickly joined the shirt on the sand, and soon he was hanging over you naked. With a heavy cock lying on your belly and droplets of precum leaking onto your belly button. It burned down through your skin – the hefty girth that made your mind spin from the sight alone.
He didn’t cum, as if waiting to release himself deep within the warmth of your pussy, and his next "Last time you mentioned something about getting knocked up, hm?", only confirmed the nasty thoughts already bubbling in your skull.
"Don’t know how to use a condom?" You bit down on lower lip, deep inside knowing that you yourself would throw that condom away.
There was simply no way you would pass up a chance to feel such a monstrous shaft deep inside you. His big palms hook under your thighs, folding you even further, till the breath alone slipped in trembled gasps and chest squeezed under the heaviness of his body.
And yet, you still tried to expose yourself even further, moving your hips in desperate need to meet the long-craved fraction and the maddening stretch. It felt so embarrassing, humiliating, to get yourself drunk on the pleasure that tickled your fingertips and made your lips fall open.
Dizziness already coiled behind your eyes, and Suguru could see it clearly. In the way you looked at his leaking cock, with this slutty, needy gaze.
"Do you want me to use it, baby?" He chuckled, leaning himself down. Only lick a long stripe down your neck, feeling the sweat tickle his taste buds. "Tell me you don’t dream about getting fucked raw and stupid."
A moan slipped past your lips when the head of his cock smooched your entrance, and lips sucked on sensitive skin right beneath your jaw. "Just do it already, fuck."
"Tell me you love me," He murmured, teeth grazing one of your pulsing veins. "Tell me you’ll stay, and I promise to give you everything."
Hips already rolling, as you tried to get yourself closer to his fatness. To the tip that oozed with sticky precum and the heat radiating from his cock.
A pathetic mewl escaped your throat as he sank himself a bit deeper. But only the plump head, that already marked the painful stretch you would surely get after the rest of the shaft followed.
"Stop dreaming, you psycho," you gritted through your teeth, pushing out even more of the cum that wrapped in a creamy ring around his cock. You stretched your hand, taking a fistful of his hair, only to pull him closer. Till your lips crashed in another kiss, the dried blood sticking to your maws. "Fuck me stupid, and I’ll think about it."
And Suguru, as desperate as he was, needed only those few, mean words to shove his massive shaft deep inside your pussy.
A loud scream bounced off the trees, soon muffled by his lips, drinking in every cry, every moan that started spilling out.
The stretch was as painfully ecstatic as you expected, spinning your mind with drowsiness and rolling eyes into the skull. He filled every corner, every fold of your plush hole, till the reddened head smooched your womb. You trembled from head to toe upon a sudden intrusion, and the way he immediately started moving.
Pushing, thrusting, shoving his cock till the balls squelched against your lifted ass, and nasty splashing filled the little beach. He kept you in place, with muscular arms folding you in half and lips licking, sucking, and biting on the sensitive skin of your neck. Chest plastered to your nipples, brushing the perked buds each time he rammed his cock inside your weeping cunt.
The air felt sticky and steamy, with the sweetness of your breaths mixing whenever another moan slipped past your lips, and Suguru watched carefully as pleasure twisted your face.
The ethereal beauty that warmed your cheeks, eyes lidded in delight, a stream of spit dripping down your chin, before he licked it with a low, nasty groan.
"Fuck, baby, I waited so long," He muttered, mind spinning into madness whenever your plush cunt clamped on his cock. "So hungry, weren't you?"
When his fingers slipped between your bodies, only to press against your clit, a pitched, "Mmm y-yeah, fuck, I hate you so much," rolled right into his smirking lips.
He chuckled, shoving his shaft faster, deeper, till a small bulge appeared right under your belly button. "Do you? Because I thought you, ugh, liked them a bit mischievous, huh?"
You heard those words somewhere before. Maybe because they were the same words said to Nanami.
But then, with his cock stuffing you, nasty, full and plush lips caressing yours, you couldn’t give a single fuck about how he knew about them. The only thing that mattered was his heavy, beefy body pressed to yours, leaving barely any space for the warm air that desperately tried to slip between your sweating skins.
"Suguru," a lovely mewl escaped your throat when his curved tip hit your sweet spot inside. Ramming into it relentlessly, with a force that drove your body into the sand. "So, oh god, you fill me so good."
His lips met your jaw, chin, lavender eyes tracing each scowl of your face. "You love it, don’t you, baby?" Big thumb rolled the swollen clit, pulling another pinched moan from your throat. "I know, baby, you love it so fucking much. And if I’ll do this," He rammed his tip against your spot again, before nuzzling it right against the plumped womb. "You will cum very, very soon."
And he was right. Pushing all your buttons, kneading your body in all the right places as if he knew exactly how to make a warmth bubble in your belly.
Fingers of one hand dug painfully into the backs of your thighs as you opened them even further, letting him slip into you even deeper.
"Talk to me, baby." He ordered, feeling the erratic clenching of your walls. "Tell me how much you love me."
"I love it–ahhh," rolled instead, and you could feel a dissatisfied tsk bouncing off your chin.
"No, baby," his teeth sank into your neck, his thumb pressing on your clit even harder. "Come on, baby, tell me how much you fucking love me. I’ll kill every man you’ll ever try to talk to. Hell, I’ll slash your pretty friends’ throats if they try to keep me away from you." Each nasty word was marked by a more brutal roll of his lips. Till the sweet pleasure of smooching your womb soon turned into your painful cries. "Say it, say that you love me."
The warmth in your lower belly was ready to spill, head lulled to the side only to be brought back by his lips, tugging harshly on yours. He bit into them, then licked the swell with a coo, as if trying to coax you into the madness-confession he had waited so long for.
And you, wrapped around the heavy weight of his cock inside your cunt and the way he made your feet curl in pleasure, finally, unfortunately, had given up.
"Suguru, I love you–nghh–s-so fucking much," a sweet mewl slipped past your lips. "So good, fuck, you feel so fucking good. I love you, love you, love you, love you–"
Your desperate cries were muffled by his low groan, dripping into your throat, as he finally stilled.
With cock kissing your womb, lips lick the tears rolling in the corners of your eyes and a thumb pinching the trembling clit.
You came with a loud cry, squirting all over his beefy thighs, abdomen, soaking the trembling shaft that started filling your clamping walls with waves and waves of cum. Its stickiness glueing to your soft insides, creamy droplets plugging you so full, till the milky threads spilled from the rim of your cunt.
And in the brief moment when Suguru Geto let his guard down, your fingers seized the long knife left messily on the sand and, with a single furious thrust, drove it deep into his left thigh.
A low groan slashed through the air when the shimmering iron struck his thick muscles, sending a painful wave over his spine.
You rolled his heavy body off, milky cum still dripping down your thighs and eyes…
Eyes looking no better than his. With heart-shaped irises glancing down at his body wrinkling in pain, with a sweet giggle, as you finally felt the winning pleasure spreading all over your chest.
His naked, muscular figure sprawled on the sand, cock already getting hard once again, upon seeing the bloody, sticky mess you left on him. Lavender gaze gazed up to you with a swelling devotion, and you needed to grit your teeth not to give him one last slap.
Instead, you started dressing yourself, slowly, with eyes squinted and lips tugged by a sly smile.
"I should fucking kill you," tickled his ears, and he could only give you a short nod. "But it would be a waste of resources," your eyes slipped onto his already leaking cock.
"I’ll come over tonight, baby," he mumbled, wrapping his hand around your ankle. If he could, he would crawl behind you, but the pain slashing through his thigh was already spiralling him into dizziness. "Fucking, wait for me, I’ll come over."
"I’ll be taking a shower in two hours, and I expect to see you there," you said with a final low hum and a tilt of your head, before walking away.
And Suguru… he had to jerk himself twice before he could finally stand up, swaying and pain swirling droplets of sweat on his neck. Yet, neither death nor such a minor injury could ever keep him away from his sweet, precious girl.
You know what, I kind feel sorry for Nanami... anyways, pyramidhead Toji next! I haven't written Toji for such a long time! I hope you enjoyed the first story <3
✮⋆˙ What is a summerween? Summerween began with a Gravity Falls episode on June 22 (thus the publication date), and it's basically a second Halloween, but celebrated in the summer!
✮⋆˙ What can you expect? Summer camps 🏕, funfairs 🎪, trips to the cabin in the woods 🪵, and lots and lots of sex... and blood 🪓. Summerween is here, and as a horror and fall-obsessed girl, I cannot miss the opportunity to make a little freaky collection! Stories will be inspired mainly by 80s slashers, but also, as you can see, some video games!
✮⋆˙ Common slasher tropes: ꒰ sex equals death :: virgins always survive :: killers are hard to kill :: my car hates me :: wild teen party :: say goodbye first to your gay friend :: jocks + bimbos :: don't go to the woods/summercamp :: killer usually wants a revenge :: psycho stalkers :: demons and posessions :: useless adults ꒱
✮⋆˙ Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader, Suguru Geto x Reader, Toji Fushiguro x Reader, Ryomen Sukuna x Reader, Choso Kamo x Reader, WLW, MLM
✮⋆˙ Content & Warnings: ꒰ HEAVY ON MDNI 18+ :: HEAVY smut :: set in the late 80s :: it sometimes may be a bit tacky! :: mean and slutty readers :: virgin readers and virgin jjk men :: killers :: murderers :: stalkers :: yandere :: slashers :: bloody stories :: demons :: nightmares :: summer vibe :: camping :: lots and lots of sex :: obsessions :: possessiveness :: gay sex :: lose of virginity :: tba... ꒱
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my summerween series (not focused on slashers) is available here! ✮⋆˙
─ CURRENTLY SCREENING.ᐟ ✮⋆˙
✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫/𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫!𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 :: An outcast you rejected a year ago cannot bear the sight of you with other men! And what's a better place to corner you and beg to love him? By the lake, at night, when you're naked and alone. After he made sure to get rid of your newest lover, of course!
✮⋆˙ (𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘) 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏
𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 :: Who would have guessed that a trip to a cabin with friends, your current situationship, and an ex would be a good idea? Certainly not you, especially not with two killers lurking in the woods. But why are the only victims... all your multiple ex-flings?
✮⋆˙ 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒…
𝐄𝐱!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐏𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝!𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 :: One wrong turn can truly cost your life. The GPS stops working, roads loop around, and every sign leads to the same town. Empty and eerie, with a dull sound bouncing off the walls every night. A voice of your long-gone lover, whom you left years ago.
✮⋆˙ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍
𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫!𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 :: A weekend away at the luxurious hotel by the lake. A whole two days of playing murder mystery with your friends, trying to guess who's the killer! Roles get assigned, the game starts and then... a murder happens. No, the real murder happens. And as it turns out – your "whore role" may be the only thing that will save your ass from getting chopped! Or will it?
✮⋆˙ 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒
𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐁𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 :: Summer in New Orleans comes with music, voodoo and... a bayou. People who disrespect the swamp disappear. People who pray sometimes receive miracles. One night, while wandering too far from the festival, you fall into the water. But, thankfully, something catches you before you drown. Something that doesn't want to leave you alone.
✮⋆˙ 𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓!
𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 :: Staying in a single room with Satoru and Suguru during the summer camp is... interesting. Testing your self-restraint every single day. But one day, when news spreads that a killer is murdering other campers, you decide to make a final decision. Lose your virginity! Because in slashers, gays always die first!
✮⋆˙ 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃
𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 :: Who knew the Ouija board was not as useless as it seemed? And who knew a demon you managed to summon would not only be among the most dangerous, but also eager to grant your weird wish? Fuck-a-demon-on-a-camera kind of wish! The one and only ticket that would surely guarantee a boom in your career. That is, if the footage is found, of course.
✮⋆˙ (𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌) 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑
𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞!𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨 :: A perverted demon haunts your dreams – always playing with your body, pushing you over the edge, but never, ever, letting you cum. So you finally decide to grab him and bring him back to your reality, to have a little play yourself!
✮⋆˙ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫/𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫!𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐉𝐨𝐜𝐤!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 :: Geto Suguru had a crush on a bisexual jock since the first year of university. In a slightly unhealthy, maybe a bit overly obsessive way. So when the whole major goes on a summer trip to the cabin in the woods – Geto Suguru couldn't be happier. It's just that... well... he really, really hates all those men and women hanging on Satoru's shoulder every single night...
the stories may be published in a random order! ✮⋆˙
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The Victorian-style house looked a bit creepy, but rather cute. Very pinkish. Perfectly serene for your remote job and longing for silence. And everything would be wonderful if not for this little weird doll that looks like you and a small door in the living room, leading to... nowhere? And what about those two guys who lived here sixty years ago?
˖𖦹 ݁˖ pairing: Satosugu x Reader
˖𖦹 ݁˖ content/warnigs for this chapter: ꒰ Coraline AU :: reader is a horror writer :: dark and eerie atmosphere :: victorian house :: mentions of Sukuna :: Shoko is ofc our friend :: weird neighbours :: introduction of Satoru and Suguru :: mentions of cheating :: small town mystery :: 5.4k words ꒱
˖𖦹 ݁˖ notes: Happy summerween everyone! Omg, so excited! I hope you'll enjoy it <3 I decided to post it a day earlier, since I planned to publish a full summerween collection tomorrow.
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──── chapter one 🗝
The woodsy smell slipped into your car through the slightly open window. Heavy droplets of rain tapped on the glass as Shoko took another turn along the forest road. It was the middle of the day, yet the darkness spilt over the crying sky, raising a gentle fog that hid the winding road ahead.
It was the beginning of summer, yet the sky ripped apart the moment you entered your new city. The deep, dark forest loomed over the little houses, bending and curving into wicked shapes, and you couldn't count how many times Shoko cursed under her breath when the thin branches scratched her window.
Passing the little town centre, you turned deeper into the woods. The GPS was going crazy, yet there was only one road leading to your new house. After a while, with rain pattering on your foggy window, a tall building finally loomed among the ghastly trees.
"Pink Palace Apartments," Shoko read the wooden sign hanging in front of the house, before letting out a giggle. "It really is pink."
You looked up and saw an old Victorian house painted pastel pink. The wooden planks looked as if they had been freshly repainted, with white decorative elements curling like flowers on the porch and around the windowsills. Your gaze immediately fell on the two turrets with pointed metal roofs.
Long stairs twisted near the porch, leading to another section of the house occupied by a neighbour. On the opposite side, you've spotted stairs descending to the basement – likely belonging to other neighbours.
A dark forest spread behind the house, and in front – a little, withered garden waited for someone to put a bit of work into making the flowers bloom again. It seemed no one had cared for it for a long time, and something tugged at your heart.
Maybe it was time to get back into your long-forgotten passion for gardening?
"Pretty," you whispered, slowly opening the passenger’s door.
"Rather creepy," Shoko snorted, glancing over her shoulder at the moving truck carrying all your belongings. "But I guess it suits a freak like you."
You laughed, slipping under her big umbrella and heading towards the porch. "Not everyone who writes horror is a freak," you murmured, wiping your muddy shoes on the welcome mat, which seemed as old as the house itself. Cute.
"No, but everyone who moves to the place in the middle of the forest and without any signal..." She looked at her phone. "...only to move into a haunted house, certainly is."
"It’s not haunted!" You giggled, opening the white, wooden door. "Oh!"
The inside was as beautiful as you expected. Warmth spilled over the old desks and dark walls, giving the interior an antique soul. The Persian-style carpet under your feet looked as if freshly washed, drawing you towards the centre of the house. Long, dark stairs led to the second floor, while two corridors welcomed you further inside.
Shoko followed you into the kitchen – old and slightly rusty, with rain tapping against the large windows. You hurried to explore other rooms – the living room, a small basement that Shoko refused to enter, and a cosy office with beautiful mosaic windows overlooking the garden. Eventually, your feet carried you upstairs.
The big bedroom, with a baldachin bed and a wide windowsill, seemed an ideal spot for reading in the evening. Shoko grimaced at the old, flowery tapestry covering the walls and the crimson carpet on the floor.
"Has no one redecorated this house since the nineteenth century?" she murmured, and then her eyes fell on the bedside table. "Oh my gosh, is that a paraffin lamp? Are you kidding me?"
Your eyes fell on the little, yellow lamp and twinkled like little stars. It was indeed a paraffin lamp, and you would surely check whether it was still working.
"Oh, come on, it has a soul!" You tapped your finger against a crying window before turning back to sighing Shoko. "I love it. Just imagine how beautiful it’ll be when the garden blooms again."
Your friend walked to your side, looking out the window. The sky was torn apart over the withered trees and flowers, but she had to admit it indeed had potential. With just a bit of care and patience, the whole place could be turned into a fine summer house, with her and Utahime coming over for the weekends.
"I saw a lake nearby. I guess… we could have a BBQ or something," she muttered, and you bounced on your feet with a squeak.
Your arms wrapped around her shoulders, and cheek nuzzled against hers. "I told you! I’ll make sure you love this place. And since Utahime also likes gardening, just bring her over at the weekend."
The moving company brought all your things inside, and when you went downstairs, heavy boxes loomed like wicked trees over the living room. The old crimson sofa seemed a bit dusty, so you both sat on a carpet and began to unpack slowly.
Wind and rain hit the windows, letting the faint tap-tap-tap fill the house. After an hour, you ordered a pizza and stuffed yourself, enjoying the dark, rainy day from the porch. The air smelt earthy, tickling your skin with a gentle chill. A light jumper warmed your goose-bumped arms, and you laughed, thinking how delirious the weather was.
"So does it look like the place to give you an idea for another story?" Shoko asked, taking another slice.
A low hum slipped past your lips as the crispness wrapped around your nostrils. "I can already sense another best-selling murder in a little, eerie town. Or a haunted house, maybe?"
She giggled, nodding slowly. "A haunted house would work," she said, her eyes looking up the long stairs to the attic. "I guess you can ask neighbours about any freaky accidents. Aren’t they like a hundred years old?"
"I don’t know, the listing only mentioned that they’re quiet."
"So maybe they’re dead."
A low tsk escaped your lips, and Shoko chuckled. "I’m just joking. But if they really have been living that long, you should ask them some questions." She wrapped a loose jumper around her arms a bit tighter as a chill wind smooched her cheeks. "This place is so fucking old I wouldn’t be surprised if someone had been murdered here."
A minute of comfortable silence stretched between you before Shoko turned your way, a slight frown on her forehead. "I’m serious. This place was crazy cheap, so what if someone died here? In, you know, the most wicked and horrible way."
Shivers washed over your spine at the sheer thought of someone dying in the same living room where you had just unpacked your things. But at the same time, something exciting bubbled in your belly. Something telling you that the writer’s block that had haunted you for the past few months would finally dissolve into thin air.
That, after all, was the whole point of moving hours away from your previous town. Leave family and friends behind, only to get yourself cosy somewhere, nowhere, in the middle of a forest. In a small, unknown town, living in a centuries-old Victorian house that kept the secrets of the most unknown and dreadful kind.
It’s been a while since you wrote something good. Winning the global charts, an immediate bestseller-type of good.
The past few months had truly been nothing but hellish, with a nasty break-up topping it all. You still tried to kick Sukuna’s body, hunched over some blonde slut, on your shared sofa in your shared apartment out of your mind. His pathetic attempts to coax you up, because he’s been a bit too lonely, simply overly drunk, and he absolutely didn’t mean it.
Three years of relationship ended just like that and a week later, with all the money saved on the previous two bestsellers, you bought this house.
Old and very pinkish, waiting for its owner for a very long time. You didn’t ask much about why. Didn’t ask whether someone had died here or if it was haunted. At that point in your life, it simply didn’t matter. The only thing you were thinking about was how to get away from Sukuna’s begging to bring you back and cut yourself off from your editor’s constant prying about the newest text.
Shoko glanced at your furrowed forehead and sighed. "Here," she said, fiddling with her jeans’ pocket and placing something on the table. "I found it in the drawer of your night table. Maybe you could start by asking about them?"
You looked at the piece of paper before noticing it was, in fact, a picture. Old and a bit crumpled, it showed two young men. The first, closer to the camera, had a loose strand of black hair brushing his cheek. Eyes slightly lidded, looking down at his hands. He looked rather handsome, with a sharp jaw and a straight nose, no more than in his late twenties.
The other man behind him seemed almost ghastly. With white hair and crystal eyes, he looked straight into the camera. Two raised fingers covered his lips, but with only such a bit of detail, you noticed that the beauty of his face was indeed unmatched.
You flipped the photo to see if it had a description. There was something, a few letters, but someone blanked them out with a black marker.
"Previous owners?" You asked, squinting eyes and trying to read what was written under the heavy marker. Unfortunately, to no avail.
Shoko shrugged, chewing another slice of pizza. "A bit young for the owners, no?" You shot her a look, and she chuckled. "Right, sorry. They do look our age. But I don’t think they make cameras like that anymore. It must’ve been taken a long time ago."
Your brows suddenly furrowed, as if you had just remembered something. "You said you found it in the bedside table?" Shoko nodded. "I checked it before, but there was nothing inside."
She stopped chewing, chestnut eyes suddenly bulging. If the plate wasn’t already on her thighs, she would drop a slice of pizza, sauce-side down, dirtying her jeans.
"Don’t joke," she murmured, seeing the wicked smile turning your lips. "Oh my god, stop! I really think there’s something wrong with this house!"
But the thing was – you did not, in fact, joke. After coming into the bedroom and opening all the furniture with handles, you truly didn’t see this photo. It may have slipped to the bottom of the drawer or stuck to one of its sides. You may also have missed one of the three drawers the table had, and indeed didn’t notice it.
Your thumb brushed the old photo. And only then did you notice a yellow, slightly hazy date in the corner.
1966.
Shoko looked at the point your thumb just brushed over and pretended the goosebumps washed over her spine.
"Sixty years ago," she muttered, staring at it with wide eyes. "If your neighbours are that old, surely they will know something about them."
Two hours later, after Shoko helped you unpack most of your belongings and returned to your city – though not before repeatedly assuring you, just call me if anything happens; I’ll get here as fast as I can – you finally found yourself in front of a neighbour's door.
The short stairs led to the ground floor, and you noticed they lived just beneath your kitchen. Thick wooden doors featured a small window in the centre, mostly covered by a curtain. You knocked once, twice, and before deciding to ring the doorbell, you thankfully looked down at the old mat with a don’t ring the doorbell or whistle sign.
"So what am I supposed to do?" You wondered, trying to peek through the blinds.
The inside looked a bit empty, dark, as if no life had graced it for a long, long time. But with a squint of your eyes, you noticed a gentle flicker of the lamp, shining somewhere deep within the house.
"Hello?" You knocked again. "I’m your new neighbour! Just wanted to drop by and say hi!"
But the long silence that stretched between you and the wooden door was broken only by the soft pattering of rain.
And so, with a photo in the back pocket of your jeans and gaze lowered, you turned away and walked up the stairs.
Not a second later, someone fiddled with the handle. You heard a whisper, and the door opened with a loud bang. "Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie. Next time, try to knock a bit louder!"
You looked over your shoulder and saw a tall, old woman. With a strange waist-to-breast ratio, you wondered how her back handled the weight of such size. Blond hair, neatly brushed into a bob, and blue eyeshadow smeared on her eyelids.
You tried to suppress a giggle at the pink fur she wore, which made her look more like an old dancer than a senior lady.
"Oh, hello. I’m sorry to bother you, but I just moved in and wanted to say—"
"Of course, sweetie, come in, come in," she turned back to look at someone. "Darling, please boil the water for tea! We have a guest."
And so you slipped inside the dark house, only then noticing that the long corridor stretched further into the place. The woman led you right to the velvet curtain covering the rest of the home, and as she lifted it, a large, dimly lit living room spread before you.
With multiple flickering candles scattered all over the place – decorating the chimney, shelves, and a low wooden table set right out from the sofa. Red cushions swallowed you whole as you plumped down.
Only then did you notice at least five dogs running around the room. Barking, sniffing your slightly wet shoes, jumping on the sofa and trying to lick your cheek. You pushed them away with a low giggle before a blond woman took them all down to the old carpet and joined you on the couch.
"Call me Miss Forcible, sweetie," she said, looking towards the chimney. At the large picture showing two slim women dressed in tight gymnastic suits. "For I was unmatched for a whole life!"
A short gasp slipped past your lips as you looked closer. Both women looked as if they were in their late twenties, with beaming smiles and circus-like decorations stretching behind them. A waterfall of colours, ribbons and lights, and you could almost smell the familiar scent of burnt popcorn and the cheesy melody that mingled with children’s laughter.
You recognised the tall lady with long, blond hair, but the other one, with an arm wrapped around her waist…
"And me, Miss Pink!" A slightly pitched voice filled the dimmed living room, turning your head towards a room that seemed to be a kitchen.
A short, older woman walked out, carrying three cups of tea. A bit curvier than her friend, much, much smaller, she reminded you of an apple. Pink hair curled under her eyes, making her plump face look even plumper.
Three cups of tea were set on the low table, while Miss Pink slouched in the soft chair next to the couch. Dressed in a green bathrobe braided with plastic feathers. Her rosy face smooched with a round, crimson blush, reminding you of those vintage china dolls with cheeks plump like peaches and a round bloom coating their pale skin.
"Oh, our new neighbour?" She asked, looking at her friend.
Miss Forcible nodded, placing a cup in front of you. "Yes, darling, this is…"
You introduced yourself with a giggle, feeling a slightly intimate manner stretch between the two women.
"Such a beautiful name!" Miss Pink gasped, pushing a plate of buttery cookies towards you. "And what a beautiful owner!"
A shy thank you slipped past your lips as you bit into a cookie. Buttery creaminess spilled over your tongue, with a few sugary droplets moving under your teeth.
Miss Forcible nodded and picked up her cup of tea. "So why here, sweetie? Isn’t Pink Palace a bit too… vintage for a young bird like you?"
You swallowed the cookie and took a sip of black, bitter tea. Miss Pink watched you with a gentle smile, like a sweet, caressing auntie.
"I think the house is beautiful. And I just needed a little break from the city’s rush," you half-lied, not mentioning the break-up. "Oh, I’m also a horror writer and thought a Victorian house would be a perfect place to get a few fresh ideas."
A few dogs sat patiently by your legs, waiting for a few crumbs to drop onto the carpet. Something sweet lingered in the air, and the room was much warmer than your house. More cosy, homey, so you let yourself sink deeper into the couch.
"This house is full of ghastly stories!" Miss Pink gasped. "And if you visit a nearby town, I’m sure you’ll find some spooky tales. I think you can still visit the place where they burned witches," she giggled, and you followed. A minute later, a thought clouded her forehead, and thin, pale eyebrows lifted. "Actually, why won’t you ask the boys? They know everything about that stuff."
Your head tilted, and your hand froze over the second cookie. Miss Pink nodded, as if to herself, and Miss Forcible sighed.
"Darling, they moved out a long time ago," she said, adding a sugar cube to her tea. The third one already. "She’s too young to know them."
Miss Pink hummed under her breath, chubby fingers fiddling with a bathrobe. "Ah, right, indeed. I seem to forget how much time has passed," she muttered, taking a sip of tea. "I wonder how they’re doing."
Now your ears pricked up and eyes shone with curiosity. It was a pity you didn’t have a notebook to write down this brief chit-chat, but your brain was already working at full speed to memorise every detail.
"Who knows?" Miss Forcible waved her hand. "Moved out, went missing… They just disappeared one day. It was for the best; enough problems had been caused by their presence."
And then, you remembered. The thing you came here for.
The picture felt like a burn on your skin, as if reminding you of a hidden mystery within its thin, paper-like form. You pulled it from your back pocket and placed it on the low table. A few candles cast a warm glow over the old photo, making it shimmer faintly.
"Are you talking about these two?"
Miss Pink and Forcible leaned in, squinting at the photo. One of the dogs leapt onto the sofa, nuzzling its furry head against your shoulder and waiting to be stroked. You scratched it with a giggle, as it bounced in place. Miss Pink gasped, pointing at the men with her long nail.
"Darling, we made this photo!" She exclaimed, glancing up at Miss Forcible.
"Mhm," the other woman hummed, still squinting her blue eyes. "I remember. On the day you broke your ankle."
"And they needed to take me all the way to the town’s hospital," Miss Pink said, turning your way. "We were fifteen then, just before a local acrobatic competition."
Your head tilted as a few questions began to bubble beneath your chest. "So it was…"
"Sixty years ago," Miss Forcible sighed, setting down her cup of tea. "They lived here for four years before their sudden disappearance."
Candles on the table flickered, though the air stayed still and sweet. Sugary, with a buttery scent clinging to your clothes. But you didn’t mind, taking another cookie from the plate.
"Can you tell me a bit more about them?" You asked, swallowing the sweetness with warm tea.
But Miss Forcible only frowned, her gaze fixed on the low table. Blonde locks were neatly tucked behind her ears, and blue eyeshadow smudged across the eyelids and along the waterline. She looked young for a seventy-five-year-old, though wrinkles did indeed bend and curve across her slim face.
"They were real gentlemen…"
"Only because they were nice to us doesn't mean they may be called gentlemen, darling."
Miss Pink pouted, shaking her head. "Well, they were quite nice indeed. And funny, especially this one," she said, her finger pointing at the white-haired man. "Although I don't seem to remember his name. He always gave me sweets and dolls," she added, this time her wrinkled finger moving to the black-haired man. "Made by him. Oh, and he always spent all day in the garden! It was so beautiful, I tell you, sweetie. I lived in the attic apartment back then, and we always had so much fun!"
A smile tugged at your lips as the image of such a vast space in full bloom suddenly popped into your mind. If only the rain stopped for a moment, you could go and take care of it. Ignore the book you haven't even started yet and your phone, which glimmered with a dickhead nickname at least five times a day.
"But the townspeople never liked them," Miss Forcible added, pulling a heavy sigh from her darling. "Outcasts, you may say."
"Why?" You asked, taking a sip of still-warm tea.
It pooled in your stomach, rising as a fluttering, tender feeling.
But it seemed your question carried a sort of mouth-shutting spell. Both women looked at each other, a sense of something obscure clouding their foreheads in the same manner. A thought, a memory, long forgotten in the corners of their minds, was pulled back with a single question of yours.
And, from their expressions, the memory seemed to be of no pleasant sort. But rather a nightmare that plagued their wrinkled heads, with gazes crossing and reddened lips sighing lowly.
A long minute stretched between you, with warm candles flickering over a single buttery cookie left on the plate, and an old clock ticking tick-tock tick-tock, filling the room with its steady tune.
Then, suddenly, Miss Pink’s eyes glimmered, and a life turned to her flushed cheeks once again. Wrinkled hand petted one of the dogs as she giggled under her nose and glanced at the blonde woman.
"Darling, why won’t you invite the boys over? I haven’t seen them in a long time."
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Five minutes later, you were standing under the long stairs leading to another neighbour.
The words all of them are old and crazy said by your real estate agent, still lingered in your mind, and thus you simply deduced that Miss Pink simply had a sort of dementia.
Miss Forcible, on the other hand, seemed to know something. Remember, of the two men, whose picture once again burned through the back pocket of your jeans.
After finishing the tea, you decided to excuse yourself, as it seemed your questions were only making one, if not both, of the elderly women uncomfortable. Although it was a pity, as they truly seemed to be the only ones who could tell you as much about those two young men.
The rain was pitter-pattering on your yellow coat draped over the loose jumper. A low huff slipped past your lips, seeing the sky still showing no trace of the warmth you longed for. Although the weather indeed looked rather perfect for indulging yourself in a story.
Or at least its outline.
Or maybe simply opening the draft.
You walked up the stairs, its old, rusty metal chattering under your steps.
You knew nothing of the other neighbour, aside from the fact that he used to work in a circus. A tall man with a certain accent, as Miss Forcible said. Rather weird, smelling of radish and with little footprints following him all around.
So when you knocked on the white door, you expected to hear another wave of barks. Or maybe a low meow, slipping from the endless darkness spilling behind the small window.
This time, you didn’t have to wait long, as the door opened with a creak. If not for your rather quick reflexes, the man, at least two metres tall, would surely have hit your nose.
"Excuse me?" You gasped, quickly jumping back.
Your eyes followed up, and up, through the tight shirt hugging his torso, with a few stains on its white material. Through the long arms and wide chest, till fixing on a thick moustache and eyes squinted like a cat. Sandy irises looking up and down your drenched body, with a yellow hood of a raincoat protecting your head.
"Excuse you indeed, young lady," his voice was low and lined with a sort of bitterness. "Who are you, if I may ask?"
You took another step back, feeling a strong smell of radish emanating from his body. So the weird ladies were saying the truth.
"I’m your new neighbour," you pointed downstairs at the porch. "Just wanted to say hi, and–"
"Hello," he said and a second later, the door closed.
Simply, just like that, leaving your mouth open and fingers digging into the wet palms. The darkness spilt behind the little glass window, with a white curtain covering the inside of his attic apartment.
It’s not like you desperately wanted to come in, but… well. You did want that.
To see the inside of his house, ask about the previous owners from sixty years ago. Although considering the timeline, there was a chance he wouldn’t even know them. And a man looked a bit younger, too, of no more than sixty years.
With a low, irritated sigh and dickhead slipping past your lips, you started walking downstairs.
Stairs felt slippery under your shoes, rain hit your cheeks, and the photo weighed almost a ton. Filling the inside of your pocket like little stones, till you felt each scratch and crumple of the paper.
The hood obscured your vision, forcing you to focus on the metal stairs. Crystal droplets hit your ears, also making you rather deaf to anything else around you.
And thus you didn’t hear, didn’t feel the footsteps following you, until a heavy hand landed on your shoulder.
You turned with a shock, twisting your face and letting a muffled gasp escape throat.
The man who closed the door in front of your nose stood mere millimetres from you. With face eerily close to yours, finger pressed to lips and gaze fixed somewhere. Over your shoulder, down the stairs, towards the porch and the crying windows.
"What–"
"My mice say, young lady cannot open the door," he whispered, still looking anywhere but into your eyes.
As if whatever he said was of the utmost secret.
Your forehead furrowed, and nose squirmed, feeling the strong smell.
"The door? What door?" You asked in an equally whispering tone.
He, finally, looked at your face. A low hum filled his throat and moustache moved with a parting of his lips.
"The small door. Don’t open them."
You didn’t check each corner of the house yet, but did not see any sort of the small door he was talking about.
Old and crazy, you remembered the agent’s enigmatic voice.
But the man… did not look crazy at all. Rather, something flickered behind his gaze, as if the little door he talked about was the centre of his recurring nightmares. The way his fearful gaze slipped between you and the porch of your house quickly spiked your interest.
And it also sent a shiver down your spine as he once again pressed a finger to his lips.
"Don’t talk," bulging eyes quickly glanced to one of the big windows. "They hear everything."
"They?"
He nodded before finally pulling away. His tall, lean body straightened, with a few joints popping here and there. Only then did you notice he was wearing sports shorts. A little too tight, a bit too short.
A face, twisted in fear just a few minutes before, now slipped again into this stony, a bit indifferent expression. As if whatever was plaguing his mind just now, simply withered.
"That’s what the mice say. Sometimes they are…" His finger swirled around his temple, lips whistled. "… a bit crazy. But never wrong. Don’t open those little doors, young lady."
And with that, he once again went back to his attic apartment. Leaving you shocked and cold, with a gentle wind brushing your lips and rain tapping faintly, tap-tap-tap, on your yellow coat.
The moment you slipped back into your house, the first thing you did, as a devilishly curious woman, was to search high and low for the little door the man had been talking about.
With the afternoon long gone, the sun slowly hid below the horizon, bathing the grey sky in dark, purplish hues of the evening hour. A light rain still hit your windows, nevertheless letting a low melody of crickets fill the chilly air.
And when the night fell, the house seemed to change too. Into something more wicked, lined with an eerie sensation, scratching the centuries-old walls. With the scent of all the people who lived here before still lingering in the air. The warm light of the old lamps twinkled dimly, lingering over your body that looked frenetically for the little doors.
Head slipping into the bathroom, bedroom, or even down into the basement, though this time going down the wooden stairs took a bit more courage. The fireplace in the living room crackled and popped weakly, pop-pop-pop, filling the house with a cosy, woody smell.
"Where are you?" You muttered to yourself, standing in the kitchen and listening to the tapping sink.
You would need to call someone to fix it, but your main goal now was to uncover the thing your neighbour forbade you from finding.
And then, while looking through the kitchen drawers – you found it.
A key, black and lean, ending in a small, button-like shape. It felt heavy in your palm and looked quite old, as if it were meant for doors long gone, with a lock forgotten by the time.
A low hum slipped past your lips as you fiddled with it. The doors of the house were already rather old, yet this one seemed not to fit either of them.
Returning to the living room, you plumped down on a sofa with a sigh, eyes still fixed on the key. The black paint coated its long barrel, and it was slightly larger than what you were accustomed to.
The doors must’ve been somewhere – close, at the fingertips, as you could almost feel their presence nearby.
Somewhere… in this room.
The flickering of the flame bathed one of the walls in a gentle glow. The flowery tapestry was rather dark, with multiple ornaments twisting and bending across its surface.
And yet, something piqued your interest.
The small bulge seemed to arrange itself into a low square. Your head tilted, and eyes followed the swollen lines just above floor level.
You slipped off the couch and crawled towards the eerie shape, a key still clutched in your fingers.
The palm pressed against the wall, and you knocked it once, twice, hearing the echo ring somewhere on the other side.
The door.
But it seemed that, for some reason, they were covered by the tapestry. So with the sharper end of the key, you gently traced their outline, peeling the coating from their surface.
A low gasp slipped past your lips, seeing the eerie, faded blue wooden doors in all their fullness. With no handle to pull them and only a big lock awaiting the key gripped in your fingers.
Excitement bubbled in your chest, eyes gleamed, and fingers trembled as a key slipped into the lock. You turned it with a soft click, and dust swirled in the air, rising from the cracks that had been sealed for the past few hundred years.
Your heart galloped, beating against your chest in low thumps until you felt the tremble wash over your body.
Using the fingers, you pulled the old surface – slowly, slowly, till the door opened fully and…
And presented you a miserable sight of a brick wall.
Old and dusty, with red bricks stacked one on top of another, filling the cosy living room with a musty smell.
"You must be joking," you groaned, a low sound escaping your throat as you hit the wall with a fist. "I can’t believe it!"
Because, as you already thought, a new idea for a story would finally slip easily into your mind, all the dreams were shattered in a single second.
And thus your head hung between your shoulders. After a few deep breaths, you took the key from the door and slammed it shut with a furious thud. The wooden surface bounced off the wall, leaving a small gap.
Small enough to allow something, someone, to see you walk away with heavy, disappointed footsteps.
The Victorian-style house looked a bit creepy, but rather cute. Very pinkish. Perfectly serene for your remote job and longing for silence. And everything would be wonderful if not for this little weird doll that looks like you and a small door in the living room, leading to... nowhere? And what about those two guys who lived here sixty years ago?
˖𖦹 ݁˖ pairing: Satosugu x Reader
˖𖦹 ݁˖ content/warnigs: ꒰ Coraline AU :: yandere :: stalking :: Satoru and Suguru have buttons for eyes :: they desperately want you to stay :: horror :: hope it will be a bit creepy :: obsessive behaviours :: possessive behaviour :: dark romance :: heavy smut :: manipulation :: death :: demons :: use of some Coraline conspiracy theories ꒱
˖𖦹 ݁˖ notes: The first chapter will be posted on June 22! And on that day I will also post my main summerween, slasher collection <3
My dearest townsfolk! You have no idea how excited I am for this series! It is a part of my Summerween collection, but since my main collection focuses on slashers, I decided to post the Coraline separately!
art by by K05062688 - twitter
button divider by @saradika-graphics
Suguru loves giving her sweet assistant special treatment! Be it wearing mini skirts barely brushing her ass or fucking you on a CEO's desk after a long, tiring day!
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˖𑁤 ݁˖ pairings: Ceo fem!Suguru x Assistant!Reader
˖𑁤 ݁˖ content/warnings: ꒰ wlw :: office romance :: age gap (reader in early 20s, Suguru in early 30s) :: mentions of femjo (ofc, my wifey) :: mature women :: dominant Suguru :: reader is such a minx :: flirting :: fluff :: smut :: oral sex :: use of strap-on :: reader calls her mommy :: tit sucking :: office sex :: 2k words ꒱
˖𑁤 ݁˖ notes: Oh, fem boss Suguru, the things I would do for you...
divider by @uzmacchiato
art by @/sugurusboobs on X
Everyone in the office knew your CEO was hot. Dominant, sharp-tongued, always spreading an air around herself that squeezed the throats of her workers.
Some believe that having a female boss is much better than having a male one, but Suguru proved them wrong every day. The most successful woman in Japan, leading the fashion industry with her brilliant projects that reached global markets, the "ruthless matriarch" as some liked to call her.
And whenever she entered the office, the atmosphere always seemed to shift slightly. Her employees looked up at her tall figure as she hurried down the corridors. Black, silky hair brushed her waist, a tight shirt clung to her heavy breasts, and hips swayed in gentle waves beneath the tight-fitting trousers. She was tall, yet there was never a day she didn't wear heels, always looming like a ghastly figure over the male employees.
Having neither a husband nor children, she stayed in the office day and night, working her ass off just to keep the number-one spot in global markets. Her Forbes Under 30, Best Fashion Designer Award, and Top Ten Richest Women in the world.
Some might say she was a pretty good boss. Kind and polite, though slightly cold in demeanour. Staying overtime wasn't that bad when she paid her employees three times the hourly rate and ensured they all worked efficiently.
Everyone knew that as long as she didn't pay much attention to you, life was good. Great, even. Everyone truly wanted to keep minimal contact with their boss, who reminded them of a praying mantis rather than a woman.
No one wished to look into her squinted, almond-shaped eyes and be drawn into the heaviness of her lavender gaze. No one wished to land in her office, only to receive the harsh scolding that pushed tears into her employees' eyes.
No one, and truly no one, knew... how you did that.
Get on her sweet, caring side, that is.
The young assistant who joined the company only a few months ago suddenly became the centre of her attention.
Your first day at a company would be treated as a total failure by most of your coworkers. With a miniskirt wrapped around your hips, its hem barely brushing your middle thighs, and a red bra showing through the white shirt. Long socks covered your legs up to the knees, giving your thighs a little squish.
You... didn't look bad. But also did not look corporate-like.
When Utahime saw you, she almost had a heart attack. Shoko, the menager, told you to send a prayer.
"Boss pays close attention to proper attire," she said, tugging at your skirt. "So I wish you good luck."
And thus, on the first day, after getting accustomed to your teammates and managers, you finally went to the lion's den.
The nicely manicured hand knocked on the milky-glassed door, and when a low come in, slipped from the room, you pushed the handle with a squeezed throat.
And then... you saw her.
Your knees nearly buckled, heart fluttered with warmth filling your chest, and mind suddenly went blank.
As the woman who sat behind the desk must have truly been a descendant of a Goddess herself. Lavender eyes traced your body, dark locks smooched her cheeks and lips, crimson red, curving into a little smile.
The white shirt was tight around her chest, and a single thin necklace nestled between her plush breasts. Long cherry nails tapped on the desk, filling the silent room.
"Close the door, sweets," she said, taking in the sudden warmth that hit your cheeks.
With a shy oh, you pushed the heavy glass, separating you two from the commotion and whispers outside. Her office was mostly made of glass walls, but the milkiness of their structure allowed for a bit of privacy.
On the one side, it certainly was good.
But on the other hand, you felt ashamed of the wetness beginning to pool in your panties. The heat bubbling in your stomach, fingers fiddling with the edge of your skirt, and only now did you realise how truly short it was.
"Good morning boss, I'm your n-new assistant," fuck, of course your voice failed you when it shouldn't!
Suguru hummed, finally standing up. Long legs, wrapped in loose trousers, moved in front of the desk before she leaned against its edge, head tilted.
Your figure didn't escape the heavy gaze for even a second, and so you wriggled awkwardly in place, trying to cover your naked thighs with miserable attempts.
"Come a bit closer, I don't bite," she chuckled, and the smoothest melody curled around your ears.
You walked towards her, cheeks burning and eyes unable to look away as her plump thighs spread when she sat on a desk. Thick and meaty, you wished to bite into them with a delicious moan, before slipping up to–oh dearst heavens!
You shouldn't have such nasty thoughts about your boss!
With fingers lightly pinching your thighs, just to wake yourself up for the delirious, lustful dream, you finally stood in front of her.
The sweet fragrance of her perfume tickled your nose, and a devil perched on your arm whispered minx-like temptations to lean in and lick the sweetness of her milky neck.
Oh, perhaps you should consider resigning immediately.
"So you're my new assistant, hm?" she asked, noticing the red lace bra peeking through your shirt.
"I am, boss." You noticed her gaze and mentally slapped yourself. You may or may not have forgotten to do the laundry. "I'm s-sorry, I'll work on my attire. It's just that this morning–"
But Suguru just giggled, reaching for your skirt and tugging at the hem. As her fingers brushed your thighs, you were grateful for the extra pair of panties in your bag, since the ones you wore were too soaked to last the day.
"It's okay, sweets. Your attire is perfectly fine," she said, lavender eyes mingling like little stars.
Your lips parted, and you were nearly certain she could hear the rapid beat of your heart. Pounding as if it were about to cause a cardiac arrest any second.
"Oh," slipped quietly, as your gazes crossed. "Manager Shoko said–"
"It doesn't matter what she said. I like your skirt," and before you could respond, she straightened up, towering at least a head taller. "You can get back to work now. I'll call if I need anything."
And thus, since that day, Suguru, for the first time, seemed to be bewitched.
Maybe it was the loveliness of your face, or maybe the way your soft voice wrapped around her senses in the most pleasurable way.
The employees soon noticed the special treatment she seemed to shower you with – your favourite coffee waiting on your desk each morning, a pair of new heels under your desk since you broke the other pair the other day, and a workload much lighter than your teammates'.
Your desk was placed right next to Suguru's office, yet still within the shared area. As a result, people who had always taken the utmost pleasure in not seeing the boss for a whole day now seemed to walk on eggshells.
As Suguru slipped from her office much more often than she used to. Only to come to your desk and have a little, lovely chitchat as if nothing in this world mattered more than hearing your chipper at least five times a day.
Sometimes she would invite you to lunch, and other times she shooed away Satoru, whose crystal gaze quickly noticed the new sweet assistant. Her closest, most irritating friend, who took a special pleasure in flirting with you in the nastiest, cheeks-heating ways.
And when you got more comfortable, noticing that Suguru seemed as interested in you as you were in her... the big flirtation war had started.
You – bending in front of her desk, because, oh, boss, it seems you dropped a pen! Miniskirt lifting up to show your red laced panties with a little wet spot right on your pussy.
Her – flushing cherry red, wriggling on the leather chair in an uncomfortable manner, and throwing another pen right in front of her eyes.
You – coming to her with each silly problem, just to chirp foolishly like a sweet birdie and look at her with round, doe eyes.
Her – coming to your desk and bending over, until the heavy breasts pressed against your arm and lips were mere millimetres from your heated ear.
You – flirting back with Satoru, biting your lip with a giggle.
Her – inviting you to her office after hours, only to fuck you like a madwoman with a long, pinkish strapon.
Your ass red from all the gentle slaps, tits pressed to her desk, and tears rolling down your cheeks whenever the round her smooched your cervix.
She would lean in and lick a long stripe up your spine, just to leave crimson kisses across your heated skin.
"Do you like to see me jealous, sweets?" Her voice curled around your earlobe as she shoved the silicone toy up to your belly.
Nothing but wet squelches and your moans filled her dark office as you tried to keep yourself steady on her desk. With fingers gripping the edge and hips rolling back, just to meet her every brutal thrust.
"Mmm," a cry fell past your lips, as her fingers slipped down your hips and flickered over your swollen clit. "B-Boss, I–ahhh–I'm s-sorry!"
She chuckled, rolling the hardener bud between her fingers. "Are you? It seemed you enjoyed yourself quite a lot."
With a single move, she rolled you over. Back pressed to the desk, thighs glued to the chest, till she pushed you into a mean, mating press.
"No, I–fuck–I didn't," another cry rolled as she pushed the dildo even deeper.
Till her hips met yours and tight cunt moulded under the thick, drenched toy. The sight of her full hips and jiggling breasts made your head spin. Saliva trickled down your chin, and she brushed it away with a low giggle.
"So you think my eyes are lying?" She leaned in until her heavy breasts pressed against yours. "Tell me, sweetie, do you think your boss is lying? Or maybe you just want to get fucked stupid in front of Satoru, hm? I think she would be quite happy–ah!"
A low, satin moan slipped past her lips as your fingers rolled her nipples, giving them a gentle squeeze. She looked utterly beautiful, bewitching, with crimson lipstick smeared on her cheek and a little heart twinkling behind her eyes.
Her pace was maddeningly ruthless, pumping you full with a thick cock and melting you beneath her fingers. She soon cut her three nails short, only to have a better time with your always drenched cunt.
As when she wasn't fucking you mad with a silicone cock – she had your spread on her office sofa.
With you sucking on her breasts and her pumping all three digits deep into your swollen pussy. Raven hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, and her teeth bit down on lower lip whenever you moaned around her hardened bud.
"Mommy–mmm–you taste so fucking good," a whimper hit her sensitive breasts as you slurped at the heaviness of her breasts.
The fat was spilling from between your fingers, sweet buds deep in your throat, as she bent her fingers to hit your sweet spot.
"Am I?" she asked, brushing a loose strand of your hair with another hand. "You would love to drink mommy's milk, wouldn't you?"
A quick nod shook your head as you allowed your face to get squished between her breasts. "Mhm, I wish you would get pregnant so I could suck on your tits every single day."
You soon left her breasts, only to go down, and down, tracing wet kisses across her belly, hips, till finally folding her legs to bury yourself in the sweetness of her cunt.
Nothing turned you on more than seeing her always so serious face twisted in pleasure, as you drank the hefty juices dripping down your throat. Your lips wrapped around her swollen clit, and two fingers slipped inside to feel the warm walls clench around your digits.
You loved feeling her thick thighs wrap around your head – pulling you closer, cutting off the air until you could breathe and eat nothing but the creaminess of her pussy. She tasted oh so heavenly, making your own cunt drench on the sofa and thighs clench in painful need.
"Mhm, sweets, you're doing so well," she purred, brushing your hair. "My cute little assistant."
You looked up to her with teary eyes, brows furrowed in pleasure. "Do you feel good, mommy?"
Your lips sucked on her clit, and she bent into a delicious arc. "So good, fuck, come on sweetie, make me cum."
You nodded, pumping your fingers faster, meaner. Hitting her spot with every bent, slurping on the clit till her walls finally clenched hard around your digits and sweet ambrosia gushed down your throat.
You drank everything she gave you. With crossed eyes and juices dripping down your chin, overstimulating her pussy with a maddening pumping.
Till she finally needed to rip you away and pull closer, only to close your lips in a messy, drenched kiss. With plush lips smooching yours and a heavy fragrance wrapping around your senses.
As she tugged at your hair to pull you back, only a silver thread connected your swollen lips.
"Am I a g-good assistant?" you cried, feeling her thumb brush your heated cheek.
A sly smile tugged on her lips as he tilted her head. "Of course, sweetie. A fucking employee of the month."
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One year of marriage was not enough for Lord Hades to look into his most beloved Goddess's eyes without turning cherry-red. Yet, surprisingly, it was enough to make Lady Aphrodite pregnant! Although breaking the news to her husband proved to be quite a challenge.
included in Tales, Myths, Romances :: part one
˖𑣲 ݁˖ pairings: ꒰ Hades!Choso Kamo x Aphrodite!Reader ꒱
˖𑣲 ݁˖ content/warnings: ꒰ set in ancient greece :: greek mythology :: marriage :: fluff :: smut smut smut :: pregnancy :: dominant reader :: submissive Choso :: not mythologically accurate :: belly bulges :: womb kissing :: pussydrunk Choso :: pregnancy :: pregnant sex :: oral sex :: cunnilingus :: blowjobs :: crying Choso :: he calls the reader mommy :: mentions of Heracles!Nanami ꒱
˖𑣲 ݁˖ notes: ꒰ Requested by @olegirldowntheblock (I'm sorry you needed to wait that long! ꒱
art by mochikuyo
dividers by @diviniyae and @uzmacchiato
The wine flowed like a river, dripping dull into the golden cups shimmering in the pale moonlight. Ocean waves curled beneath the cliffs of Mount Olympus, crashing against each other in a distant, main melody.
Warm wind smooched your cheeks – slightly dizzy, already pulsing with pain from constant laughter. Hair brushed your forehead as your head lulled back, falling gently against the hard chest.
Muscular arms curled around your waist, thighs tensed beneath your plush body, and something hard… dug deep into the swell of your ass. Long, pale fingers gripped the hem of your pinkish robes as you pushed out a low giggle.
Narrowed eyes slipped towards the man whose always-so-pale cheeks brimmed with a flush. When your eyes met, he warmed even more – till the tips of his ears sizzled like fresh pomegranates as, after a year of marriage, his gaze somehow could barely bear yours.
"My God, are you good?" Your sweet breath curled around his lobe as you leaned closer. "I’ve noticed that my seat suddenly became harder."
With your plush body on his lap and arms curled around you protectively, Choso could simply shrug and push a shy, "My Goddess, it’s because you said we didn’t have time…"
"That’s because you always insist on eating me out for hours, my God," you gently bit down on his earlobe, feeling a shudder slip past his lips. A little shell-earring swung beneath the push of your tongue, and you looked at it with a warm smile. "And it’s your brother’s birthday, of course, we couldn’t be late."
A low he wouldn’t mind, escaped Choso’s throat, before the deep eyes shyly crept up to meet yours. Squinted, cheeky, dripping with sensuality and lust, wrapping around his senses in a most maddening way.
Oh, and the God of the Dead, the mightiest of three brothers, most feared in all three realms – simply couldn’t look into the eyes of his most dearest wife for longer than a second!
For a fire bubbled in his loins, heart, throat, and the feeling of your plush, silky body beneath his fingers was driving him absolutely mad. His gaze slipped down to your chin, neck, and breast, sitting calmly under the flimsy, pinkish dress, and with a gentle squint of his eyes, he could see a hard areola of your nipples.
"My Goddess, your d-dress, I t-think…" he whispered, looking around the table.
However, other Gods and nymphs were already used to this odd couple, who appeared to nurture their love through a different, yet satisfying, desire to dominate and be dominated. Whenever a young couple attended the feasts, Lord Hades often seemed on the verge of collapse, while Goddess Aphrodite watched her husband with a sly smile.
Such a peculiar couple, indeed, but after some time, the other deities became accustomed to it.
Although a few of them, be they Gods or demigods, looked at Lord Hades with jealousy bubbling in their chests. As none of them could comprehend the spell this slightly miserable man must have put on a beauty like you.
Didn’t understand what you saw in those puppy eyes and that gaze that always yearned to watch the smile curving your lips. His shadow, broad and tall, followed the flowery steps left beneath your feet with obedience – fingers always wrapped around yours, dark robes brushing the flimsy silk of your pinkish dress. He looked quite unmanly in demeanour, with raven hair spilling down his neck and pale skin that looked rather womanly.
But what they didn’t understand most was how deeply in love with him you truly seemed to be. Living most of the time in the Underworld, as if indifferent to the constant darkness spilling over the cold land and the grim souls wandering aimlessly through the deep forests.
The Styx smelt of death, and the beastly dog embodied everything you always hated – brutality, destruction, loyalty.
Tying you down always seemed impossible – as Ares, Hephaestus, Hermes, and even mortal lover Adonis were in awe of your devotion to Lord Hades himself. A figure of a completely different mind and demeanour, and yet the only one deserving of your cheerful spirit and arms wrapped lovingly around his neck.
"They’re staring again," Choso whispered, beads of sweat coiling on his neck. Your hard nipples brushed against his chest, and your hips wriggled on his lap. "Please, c-can you stop–"
"Let them stare then," you hummed, pressing yourself closer to his tensed body. "You have no idea how jealous they are, my God."
Choso, unfortunately, knew. As he was always watching you, noticing all those needy, painful looks from other Gods sent your way. With lust coiling behind their eyes, fingers itching to brush the misty material of your robes, hearts pounding with a virgin bat upon seeing the completely indifferent flutter of your lashes. Irises cold as ice, stripped of any cheekiness and sensuality you always used to surround yourself with.
And thus, other Gods could only gaze upon you with dreamy eyes, remembering the days when Goddess Aphrodite was more than welcome to treat every man on the mountain like her dog.
But now, this grace fell only upon Lord Hades.
You took a sip of pomegranate juice, letting it bloom in your chest with a pleasant warmth. A slight dizziness washed over you, and you nuzzled into Choso’s chest, leaving the God tense and sweating. With slightly drunk eyes that still looked at you the same way they had those years ago – with pure devotion, love, maybe a bit of obsession.
Before you could tease your husband again, someone pulled up a chair beside you and plumped down with a low chuckle.
"My Lord, one might think your face is twisted in pain," Satoru chipped in, taking a big sip of wine. The short tunic barely covered his chest, and a laurel wreath sat slightly crooked on his fluffy white hair. "Shall you take some fresh air?"
Choso coughed, pulling you closer to his chest. A smile tugged at your lips as his muscular arms wrapped around your waist a little tighter.
Such a possessive little minx.
"I’m feeling quite well, just… a bit drunk," Choso muttered, as he simply couldn’t confess that the moment you would slip down from his hips, the loose, black robes would bulge with a big, drenched spot.
Satoru’s gaze flicked between your sly smile and Choso’s puppy eyes before he took another sip. His usually pale face flushed with grape warmth, as long fingers tapped the table.
"Come on, say it," your head tilted.
Satoru’s eyes glimmered, and lips curled into a soft pout. "How did you know I wanted something?"
"How couldn’t I? We’re almost like siblings."
A sharp grimace slashes his handsome face as the relationship between you two could be described in much, much better terms. Best friends, ex-lovers, family… siblings were… well. Some Gods enjoyed it, but not you two.
Satoru was one of your few ex-lovers who truly liked and respected Choso.
Did he enjoy making fun of his constantly sheepish demeanour? Sure.
But his actions were never driven by jealousy, and thus you appreciated that he knew how to behave himself around your husband.
And Choso, who long before your meeting used to slip into your temple and, like the pervert he truly was, watch you and Satoru fuck – also couldn’t quite be against him. In fact, he may have felt a slight gratitude that the God of Light, Sun and Music had pointed at him at a similar feast those years ago.
"How’s your prince doing?" you asked, lips curving into a lovely smile that tugged at both men’s hearts. "My doves suddenly stopped returning from their spy missions."
Satoru’s head tilted, eyes glimmering with mischief. His fingers gripped the golden cup a little tighter as he leaned towards you and Choso.
"The prince recently got himself a fierce tiger, you see," he cleared his throat, coming closer and closer until the three of you were locked in a secret whispering circle. "My Goddess, do you remember when we talked about those…" Blue eyes twinkled like little stars. "Fertility pills?"
Both you and Choso froze.
Satoru tried to, but wasn’t fast enough to add please don’t laugh, and loud, melodic laughter curled like a serpent around the ears of the nearest deities. Their curious eyes slipped your way, taking in the Lady Aphrodite, hysterical with tears, Lord Hades, with ears constantly flushed, and Apollo squinting at the Goddess.
A moment passed before you finally managed to wipe away your tears and look into Satoru’s eyes without bursting into laughter.
"Truly a viper woman you are, my Goddess," he murmured, and you noticed a rosy kiss smooching his cheeks.
"So which one of you wants to get pregnant?" You asked, leaning your head against Choso’s shoulder. "I guess you, since the prince wouldn’t think of such a thing."
Satoru tsked, taking another sip of a wine. "Of course, me," he seemed almost offended by your question. "His birthday is coming up, so–"
"So you want to get pregnant?"
"That’s right," Satoru glimmered, yet warmth and kindness shone in his gaze. Blue eyes dropped to the crystal ring on his finger, shining faintly in the pale moonlight. "I thought I wouldn’t mind seeing a little him cradled in my arms."
And those words… stirred something in your heart. Some thoughts slipped into your dizzy yet conscious mind, and they wouldn’t leave until the end of the feast. The voices sounded almost distant, like ocean waves closing you off behind curling salt, completely separating you from the other deities.
Satoru and Choso chatted casually, sometimes slipping a few questions your way. But your mind and soul seemed elsewhere. Eyes fixed on the softness of your belly, with Choso’s big hand resting on it.
And so you began to wonder how it would look a bit… fuller. Plumper, with a sweet swell bulging beneath your misty robes, your husband’s palm rubbing gently against the skin protecting your dear child.
Your heart fluttered, already imagining the little pale child strolling through the dark fields of the Underworld and playing in the warm water of your beaches. With, maybe, hopefully, the same deep, chestnut eyes as your husband and the same gentleness you wished it would inherit.
Only a few days had passed since you had noticed a sudden change in your body. The sudden tenderness of breasts, the plumpness of your skin, eyes shining with a tender love, much softer and kinder than usual. Hand subconsciously slipping down to your belly, and a sudden spark of divine creation weighing your heart.
This morning, while enjoying the rays of sunlight in your temple on Olympus, your nymphs began to watch you more closely. Your naked body, dipped in crystal-clear water, hair wet and clinging to glowing cheeks, breasts a little swollen, hips seeming plumper. A hand resting gently on your still-flat belly, yet they seemed to know. They noticed.
"My Goddess," one of them chirped, swimming a little closer. With eyes fixed on your relaxed face, she brushed away a few strands. "The sisters had noticed that you might be…" Her head tilted, and her gaze slipped down to your belly. "It seems you’re with child."
A sweet giggle slipped from your lips, and the nymph flushed with fever. The other birdies joined her, gathering around you like a group of ducks.
"Is that true then? Goddess, are you with Lord Hades’s child?"
A warm smile curved your lips, and you nodded, prompting another wave of their shrieks and gasps. Their little hands, one by one, touched your belly, as if trying to feel the child who yet possessed neither mind nor form. But the gentleness of their touch made your heart flutter, and they watched you, smiling at the happiness brimming in their flushed cheeks.
"Does Lord Hades now then?"
Your head shook. "Not yet. I will tell him soon," because you knew your husband would be on the verge of tears and fainting, so you needed to break the news somewhere in the safety of your temples.
And so, on the same evening, as you were returning to your temple after the feast, excitement coiled in your belly. Choso, slightly drunk, with a cherry flush coating his face, wrapped his fingers around yours as you walked back to your main temple.
You would usually stay in the Underworld, where Choso almost daily needed to indulge himself in matters of the dead and death. You didn’t mind living there with him, for you knew how hard your husband tried to make you feel at home.
With the constant darkness of his temple shining with the warm, pinkish candles brought from yours, and walls draped in pearly cushions. The bath was replaced with the jade tub, with dried roses hanging loose from the marble ceiling. Withered flowers wrapped around the grimy columns, and the garden Choso wished to bloom for you was filled with nothing but beautifully parched flowers and the single pomegranate tree.
He tried to make jewellery specially for you, and so while strolling by his side, your eyes slipped down to the bracelets made of black roses.
The nature withered under his touch, yet his heart yearned to show his dearest goddess the utmost love and devotion. And so you soon exchanged the golden earrings for the two pomegranate-shaped ones, and the heavy necklace was replaced with a thin chain ending in a crimson key.
To the gates of Underworld and to my heart, he whispered back then.
As for Choso, he rarely left his domain. You tried to make your temples always feel like a second home to him, yet he simply couldn’t stand the company of all your nymphs, always playing in the waters of the open baths and along the nearby beaches.
He, though, loved the fresh, flowery smell that filled the marble walls and even more enjoyed the fragrance of your skin. Much more intense, sweeter, fogging his mind in the utmost sensual way, till soon after passing the doorstep of your temple, he could only go down to his knees and eat your pussy with a loud cry as you were still standing. With one thigh hooked over his shoulder and fingers pulling his hair, to keep yourself steady.
It’s because you smell so intense, my Goddess, he always mewled, with nose and chin and cheeks wet of your dripping juices.
And so Choso loved to fuck you in your temple. The scent of you was much, much stronger here than in the Underworld, and he took utmost pleasure in letting himself be spiked by your aphrodisiac taste.
This night was no different.
The moment his slightly drunk body stepped through the creamy columns of your domain, he glued himself to you almost at once. His lips met yours in a loving yet desperate kiss, his body already prickling with heat bubbling under the skin as he felt himself grow warmer. And warmer, and warmer, till his fingertips started to tingle from the sizzling heat and a hefty moan slipped into your throat.
"F-Fuck, my Goddess, I’ve been hard this whole time," he muttered, walking you further into the temple until you hit one of the pinkish sofas.
The moonlight spilt through the terrace, and the salt mixed with the sweetness coming from your body. Waves crashed gently against the nearest beach, bouncing off the marble walls, mingling with your giggles.
"Were you, now? Let’s skip the appetiser and go to the main course then," fell slyly, as you spread thighs wide open, inviting his massive body in.
Muscular back, almost fully shielding you from the moonlight’s curious gaze, hips already glued to yours. Soft thighs wrapped around him, drawing him closer until the clothed bulge brushed against your dripping cunt.
"I’m not wearing any panties, my God," you whispered into Choso’s ear, gently biting his earlobe.
Chestnut eyes met yours, and lips curled into a soft smile. "I don’t remember the last time you wore them, my Goddess."
Laughter bubbled in your throat, and he smiled too, peppering your chin, cheeks, lips with soft kisses, until finally slipping down your body. With nose brushing the crook of your neck, teeth grazing hard nipples, fully visible through the misty robes and going down to the softness of your belly.
You moaned, spreading your thighs even wider, already wet and desperate to feel his lips curving around the swollen clit.
"If you hadn’t stolen all of them, maybe I’d still have something to wear," fell with a cheeky giggle, and Choso looked up from between your thighs, already maddened by fever.
"It’s b-because your pussy always smells so good, my love," he muttered shyly, following your slowly rising body.
Breasts finally slipped from beneath the robes, offering him a delicious view of your honeyed aureolas glistening with his saliva.
"It’s because you are a pervert, my dear husband," your head tilted as you brushed raven locks from his forehead and leaned on your elbows.
His face was millimetres from your drenched cunt, and the sheer honeyed fragrance coming from your folds made Choso’s head spin. You noticed the wave of his hips brushing against the sofa and possessed eyes looking up at you with utmost devotion.
"How about we start with the dessert then?"
His wet tongue took a hefty lick of your slick. Nose deep between the folds, forehead creased, and eyes fixed on your face twisted in pleasure.
"Cho–ah!" you cried, rolling your hips against his plastered tongue.
The muscle burned the folds of your pussy, slurping, drinking, swindling with the swollen clit. Lips curled around the little bud, sucking on it gently till another moan spilt from your throat. Your breasts bounced with each roll of yours, and Choso’s fingers slipped up to squeeze the fat of your tit.
He moaned as if he were the one receiving constant pleasure, and slurped the creamy essence dripping from his chin. Droplets of cum fell onto the sofa, and he quickly licked the soft cushion clean, as if afraid to waste any of the sweet ambrosia.
Something in your belly bubbled as you watched his creased forehead and sticking-out tongue, sipping your juices as they pooled under your hips. With lips trying to suck out every drop of your cum soaking into the sofa, till you needed to push him back with a foot.
"Your pussy is somewhere else, my dear husband," you sighed, as his fingers rolled the sensitive nipple. "Don’t act like a dog and stop licking the sofa or chewing on my panties." With a gentle wave, you moved your cunt closer to his lips. "You have a real thing right in front of you."
But Choso was already gone, and despite your feet pressed against his cheek, he couldn’t resist kissing your ankle and calf before slipping back down to the warmth that made his face flush, allowing himself to nuzzle into the wetness of your pussy.
"So sweet, fuck, a-always so fucking sweet," he moaned, feeling your sticky cum drip down his throat. Coat the tongue in sheer, shiny glaze till each bud remembered the exact taste of your cunt. "Push out a bit more, p-please. Give me–ahhh–give me a bit more baby, let me get drunk on your cum."
Your belly tensed, walls squeezed around his tongue, till more of the milky, sticky cum dripped into his feasting mouth. When one finger slipped in, your head fell back, and your thighs squeezed around his head. But his lips started to trace up, and up, through the mould of your cunt, soft belly, up to naked breasts.
It seemed that Choso didn’t notice the change in your body, sucking on an overly sensitive bud with a melting satisfaction washing over your spine. The pain mixed with pleasure, as his teeth grazed the bud and finger curled inside your weeping pussy.
"Cho, be gentler, I’m a bit sensitive," you mewled, brushing the dark locks sticking to his flushed cheeks.
His eyes lifted up to meet yours. "Why? Did something happen?"
You bit your lower lip, with the answer already on the tip of your tongue. However, another sound escaped as Choso’s moan reached the rim of your nipples. He stimulated you from every angle possible – lips around the swollen bud, one hand's fingers playing with the other, while his other hand pumped your pussy with, now, two fingers.
"Actually–ahhh," your finger brushed his hair, pulling him away from your breasts. Long string of saliva connected his pussydrunk face with your hardened bud, chestnut irises mingling in the shapes of two hearts. "I wanted to say that–"
But before the secret could be finally spilt, something, someone, destroyed this precious moment.
"Lord Hades, Lady Aphrodite, I’m s-sorry for the disturbance, but…"
A shaking voice filled your temple, and within a second, Choso sobered up and covered your naked body with his. The dark, heavy robes blanketed you up to your neck, his muscular chest pressed against yours, as he turned towards the child standing at the entrance to your temple.
You didn’t mind being seen naked, as many believers sculpted statues of your body draped only in soaked robes. Most male deities on Olympus had been captivated by the soft touch of your thighs, and your daily attire revealed almost everything, leaving little to the imagination.
Yet, your always-so-calm husband hated sharing what was his. The very idea of someone else worshipping you as he did made him furious.
And so with a slightly tightened jaw and eyes beaming with a deathly gaze, a harsh, "What?" fell past his lips.
You giggled at seeing him all agitated, with a single vein pulsing on his handsome forehead.
But the nymph who stood mere metres from you, unfortunately, couldn’t share the happiness. She fiddled with the hem of her robe, eyes avoiding the God of the Dead's heavy gaze. So you lifted yourself up, peeking over the sofa’s back with dishevelled hair and a trace of Choso’s saliva coating your lips.
"What is it, sweetie?"
"My Goddess, my God, something horrible happened!" She cried, looking back and forth between you and Choso with rising panic. "Cerberus had been kidnapped!"
That day marked the start of an unsettling nemesis that appeared to trouble your days. While Choso swiftly returned to the Underworld, you remained on the mountain to gather more information about the sudden tragedy.
And when he came back an hour later, tears streaming down his cheeks, you knew that Cerberus had indeed disappeared. Your heart swelled with pain as your husband’s crushed face nuzzled into the softness of your breast. He wept for half the night, letting your gentle touch coil his shattered nerves.
You knew how much Choso loved his dearest dog, having raised him since Cerberus was only a few months old. With all three heads a bit too heavy for the small body, he lay on Choso’s laps day and night, purring under his gentle petting.
The only friend, family, accompanying him through the last few years, long before you joined his side.
And so you spent days trying to find the culprit, until all the signs led you to a silly little nymph living far down in the depths of Mount Olympus. The poor birdie who foolishly challenged Zeus’s demigod son and pulled all the deities into her mess.
It seemed that the kidnapping of Cerberus was one of the quests given to the relentless man who was ready to challenge the Lord of the Underworld himself to win the heart of his most dearest nymph.
To challenge you, known to be oh, much worse than the God of the Dead himself. His ferocious wife, ready to turn the world upside down at the sight of her husband’s heartbreaking tears. Tears that were not caused by her!
Something pulled at your heart when you saw the sad face of the poor nymph. Her body kneeling before you, lower lip trembling, as she mumbled apologies in a messy stream of thoughts.
And because Cerberus returned safely after a few days, you could only sigh and give the child a gentle scolding.
Life regained its peace, and your husband’s gentle tears no longer dampened your skin each night. Instead, you smiled as he nestled into Cerberus’s soft fur, hugging the beast with almost tearful apologies. They looked like a father and son, with three large heads attempting to embrace Choso’s chest as your husband gently scratched each of them.
To guarantee Cerberus's eternal safety, Choso enlisted a small, wandering ghost as his companion. You both knew Yuji well, as he often visited your temple to gaze up at the most beautiful goddess and softly touch her misty robes. The child of no parents or relatives, buried with a coin by his only mortal friend and sent to the clutches of the Underworld far too early.
Choso felt a sort of brotherly warmth towards him, and thus he allowed the poor, agitated soul to lurk in Cerberus’s cave whenever the child felt bored. That’s why you both decided to keep Yuji by your side and let him take care of your family beast while you or Choso were outside the domain.
And when you thought that another chance to break the news would soon come… someone else did instead.
Someone you should eliminate the first time you hear of her attempt to coax your husband into marriage. A viper, a sweet birdie getting on your nerves more than anyone else, the small goddess whose disappearance would not influence the world at all.
And so one afternoon, while napping peacefully in your temple, with the ocean’s breeze caressing your sun-kissed cheeks, a shadow suddenly fell over your naked body, dipped in a pool.
Your eyes opened to your husband’s furrowed face and a grimace that could only mean one thing – he knew.
"I don’t need a reprimand," you murmured, closing your eyes again. "She deserved it."
Choso sighed, squatting right next to you. Pale fingers brushed away locks of your hair, eyes never straying from your slyly curved lips. "I don’t see why Persephone deserved to be turned into stone by Medusa."
You giggled, remembering your wicked chit-chat with a gorgon friend. "She annoyed me and tried to force her way into the Underworld, so I gave her a lesson."
Choso hummed as he sat by the pool. His long legs dipped into the crystal-clear water, and you found yourself between them. Fingers dug into his muscular thighs, your cheek pressed sweetly against his big hand. His thumb brushed your lower lip, and you gave it a gentle kiss, feeling a shudder run through his spine.
"What did she do to make you angry, my Goddess?"
Your lips curled around his finger, sucking it gently as a sheen coated his skin. Fingers squeezed his thighs, then parted them a little further, and further, giving you a better view of a small, wet patch glistening on his robes.
You whispered, "She wanted to take what’s mine," as you began rolling up his tunic. Revealing his pale thighs, strong hips, and a thick, trembling shaft pressed to his abdomen. Pearls of cum already coated the long cock, and a cheeky smile played on your lips as you saw Choso’s flushed face. "My most beloved husband."
A shuddered breath escaped his throat when your lovely face leaned closer towards his fatness. Plush lips slightly parted, as you wetted them with a tongue. As if ready to devour him whole.
"But s-she knows we’re m-maried," he barely choked out, already feeling the sweetness of your body curling around his senses. "Why would she–"
You giggled, giving his pulsing, red head a fist, kitty lick. His fingers grabbed the pool’s edge, hips slightly rolling closer to the warmth of your mouth.
"She’s been in love with you a long, long time, my God. Unfortunately, I snatched you quickly enough from her drilling clutches." Your soft fingers grabbed his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. Hot, sweet breath hit his leaking tip, and he jolted once again. "So she descended today to the Underworld with a wishful thinking of meeting with you." Warm tongue licked his fat shaft from the base up to the head, leaving a drenched trail burning through his skin. "But instead, she met with me."
Choso cried when your lips finally curled around his mushroom tip. Sucking gently on the pearly droplets of cum, before pressing the head to the softness of your cheek.
His fingers gently brushed through your hair, allowing him to get a better view of your plumped cheeks and eyes mingling like two hearts. The beautiful curve of your brows bent into a sultry gaze, as you took him a bit deeper. The saliva dripped down his shaft, and his lips fell open, seeing your attempt to take his cock fully down your throat.
As you pulled away with a heavy breath, a long strand of crystal-clear saliva stretched from your swollen lips to his burning tip. Choso almost lost his mind.
Your fingers pumped his cock in fast yet gentle strokes, cheeks pressing wetly to the side of the burning shaft. You licked one of the bulging veins, and he needed to do everything in his might not to pull you out from this pool and fuck raw on the marble stones of your temple.
"My Goddess, y-you could just cast her out," he cried, rocking his hips to bring himself closer to the wetness of your mouth. "You’re the Queen of the Underworld. Why won’t you–"
"I started the Trojan War just for the pure amusement, my God." A foxy smile tugged at your lips. "Why cast her out if I play with her for a while? At least all the other deities will remember who you belong to."
His chestnut eyes went glassy as warmth bubbled in his abdomen. Another moan slipped past his lips as you took him back in, rolling the globular tip with soft strokes of your tongue.
"My Goddess, you truly are s-such an evil w-woman."
Your minx eyes clashed with his teary gaze, fingers digging painfully into his thighs. His hips began to roll faster and faster, chasing the pleasure tingling his spine, though Lord Hades truly needed only a single glance from you to cum, his back arching into a delicious bend.
The warm, salty liquid spilt deeply into your throat, while Choso’s soft moan echoed off the crystalline pool’s water. His fingers gently pressed into your hair, guiding you further down his shaft until the drenched head reached the back of your throat. The milky droplets slid down your tongue, leaving a glossy, salty sheen on your cheeks.
You pulled back, only to be immediately drawn back towards his lips. The kiss felt needy, almost desperate, yet left a loving aftertaste on your skin.
You smiled before whispering, "Isn’t it why you love me, my God?" right into his lips.
Finally lifting yourself out of the pool, you straddled his hips. The dark robes slipped completely off his body, letting you press both palms to his naked, muscular chest.
Wet, throbbing pussy was right above his slowly hardening cock, and Choso could already feel heat dripping down his shaft.
He nodded as you brushed away a single tear running down his cheek. With a flush rising to his face, he shyly admitted, "It is."
Because the truth was that nothing made Choso lose his mind more than the devilish side of yours. This cheekiness that always bloomed on your cheeks, a cruel gaze snapping towards your foe, a mind plagued by the most trickster punishments one could imagine, just to give your pampered self a bit more fun.
And as embarrassing and unkind as it was to admit, upon hearing the tragic news of Persephone’s punishment, Choso felt a heat bubbling in his belly. This pride was ripping his heart, cherry flush climbing up his neck at the sheer thought of his most beloved wife being such a cruel minx.
His heart-shaped eyes took in the beauty of your face, fingers gripping the plush of your hips. "You’re always full of surprises, my Goddess–mhmm," he moaned, feeling your pussy roll against his cock.
Fluttering hole catching on his flushed tip, the honeyed juices already dripping down his shaft, drenching it in the sticky glaze. You bit down on a lower lip, already imagining his monstrous size moulding your cunt with a sweet, ripping pleasure.
Your head tilted, as the it’s time thought slipped into your mind.
You’ve been waiting far too long, and the excitement mixed with anticipation already bubbled within your heart.
"I have one more surprise for you, my God," you whispered, finally feeling his reddened tip push into the warmth of your pussy. "But promise me not to faint when you hear it."
Choso’s doe eyes bulged, brows slightly furrowed as he felt the tight grip of your walls. The pulsing heat wrapping around his ready-to-burst cock, as you sank yourself lower, and lower, with wet hips held by his big palms, and perked nipples plastered to his chest.
"I promise," he mumbled, giving your exposed neck a sweet lick. "Tell me, my Goddess. What surprise do you have for your dearest husband?"
You moaned, feeling the tip's curve brush against your swollen G-spot. "You always wanted a big family, right, Cho?" he hummed, nuzzling the spot beneath your chin. "Well, it looks like the first little god is already on its way."
And then… he pulled back.
Suddenly, with a breath knocked out of his lungs and fingers gripping your hips a bit tighter.
His eyes fixed on the loveliness of your face, the divine halo clinging to you in beaming gold. The heat radiating from your body melted him at your touch, and the walls pulsing around his shaft only deepened the sudden dizziness that plagued his mind.
"My God," you giggled, seeing the mix of maddening pleasure and concern twisting his face. "Are you ok– mmm!"
Before you could even finish, a warm sensation spilt deep inside your womb. A creamy essence clung to your insides, coating the walls with heavy, thick ropes of cum. Until your lower belly bulged under his feverish tip, leaving you feeling stuffed and full.
"My God, did you just cum?" A giggle rippled past your lips, followed by the soft oh.
Choso’s lips clashed with yours, muscular arms swiftly changed your positions, till you softly hit the marble floor.
"F-Fuck, my Goddess," he moaned, kissing you nastily, messily, with tears dripping down his cheeks. Cock still buried deep inside you, but hard and ready to stuff you with another wave of cum. "We’re going to have a child? A baby? Fuck, y-you’re going to be a mommy?"
And with a soft nod of your head, Choso completely snapped.
His palms hooked you under your thighs, pushing into a mating press. Gentle enough not to squeeze your belly, yet deep to allow him to give you a sharp, hearty push. With a fat shaft sliding inside the clamping walls of your pussy and a pitched moan slipping past your lips.
"My mommy, fuck–mmm–my sweet, beautiful m-mommy," he mumbled, peppering your cheeks, nose, and forehead with kisses, wetting your skin with tears of joy. "I’m so happy, m-my Goddess. I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby."
The brutal thrusts of his hips didn’t match the softness spilling from his lips, and so you could do nothing but push out another sob. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, and closer, till his nipples brushed against yours, and hips stayed buried deep within the sweetness of your walls.
One of his fingers slipped down to press against your swollen clit and roll it gently, ripping another moan from your throat.
"My Goddess, I’ll be so good to you, mhmmm, I’ll take care of you both," he whispered, nuzzling into your neck. "I can’t wait to see you all plump and round, to d-drink your milk–ahh, it’s going to be so sweet."
"Cho, mhmm, you’re such a pretty crier, baby," a mewl spilt from your parted lips, droplets of silver already dripping down your chin. He quickly pulled up, licking the skin clean. "Are you that happy to be a daddy?"
He continued to pump you hard, with hips hitting yours in a nasty squelching and a pulsing cock pushing the warm cum back into your cunt. Cramming the smoothing liquid into your womb, although you were already stuffed heavy and full.
A faint yes yes yes, s-so happy, slipped past his lips, with his fingers rolling the swollen clit even harsher. Your back bent in a delicious arch, eyes crossed upon feeling the familiar warmth already bubbling in your lower belly.
The pleasure washing over your spine was maddening, far more intense than before, and you began to wonder how pleasurable sex would be in the months ahead of pregnancy. With your round belly fully obscuring the view of your tight cunt and breasts overflowing with milk.
And it seemed that Choso wondered too, as his lips curled around one of your perked nipples, sucking it with a miserable mew.
"Cho, I’m, fuck, I’m going to cum," you moaned, tugging on his hair. "Baby, fuck fuck fuck, come on, make your mommy cum."
And as Choso was far too weak for your pleadings, with a last intense flicker of your clit and a crying send tremble down your sensitive breasts, finally stilled.
The throbbing tip pressed against your womb, pumping it with another wave of creaminess. Your moan echoed off the marble columns of the temple before you finally squirted all over his fingers and abdomen, splashing the sweetest nectar onto the floor until you had to stop Choso from pulling away and licking it up.
Your gazes met, his eyes still slightly wet, taking in the bewitching loveliness of your face. His heart swelled with affection, deep love and devotion spilling past the walls of his heated muscle. You could feel it beating against your chest, sending tremors down your spine, and so you lifted your fingers, brushing his cheek gently.
"Surprise, my God," you muttered, pulling him into a soft kiss. "Shall we think of some names, hm?"
His warm cum spilt from your pussy, pooling beneath the hips. With short thrusts, he pushed it deeper, till a soft crease appeared between your brows.
He nuzzled into your hand, as another wave of tears filled his reddened eyes. You giggled, brushing them away. "My crybaby of a husband, I’m glad you at least didn’t faint."
"I almost did, but your pussy was too warm," he mumbled, pushing a snort from your throat. "I want to name her Harmonia."
Your head tilted. "Her? Harmonia?"
"Mhm," Choso nodded, then lowered himself to lie on your breasts. "I know it’s going to be a girl. The most beautiful in the world," he muttered, then lifted his eyes to meet your squinted gaze. "Without counting her mum, of course."
You hummed, brushing the hair sticking to his damp forehead. "And what about the boy?"
Choso thought for a moment, settling himself on your plush breasts. "Eros." You snorted again, and this time his chestnut eyes narrowed in offence. "Why? I think it would suit a future God of Love."
"The God of Love? Oh my, husband, you’re already thinking too far ahead."
But Choso shook his head, wrapping his arms around you tighter. Sniffing the sweet fragrance of your body, enjoying the sun kissing his pale, naked back. Calm settled over his mind, and as his eyes closed, a little sigh slipped past your lips at the peacefulness of your husband’s handsome forehead.
The most beautiful God in the whole pantheon.
"My Goddess, the child born from our affection could only become a divine being of love. But who they are doesn’t really matter…" he murmured, his cheek pressed gently against your breasts as his voice grew sleepy. The birds chirped in the trees above, while the salty air from the nearby ocean tingled his senses. "As long as they carry your eyes."
And so, with a sweet tune of your voice and fingers brushing through his hair, Lord Hades slipped into a deep slumber.
With ear plastered to your body, already awaiting the melody of not one, but two of his hearts.
Two years of dating, three years of marriage. You, Suguru and Satoru – a match made in heaven, most people could be jealous of. You loved each other so deeply that it almost hurt. Although... sometimes their love felt a little too tight. A little too consuming. But that's what true devotion looked like, right? You’re still wondering, while packing the suitcases with tears running down your cheeks.
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pairing: Satosugu x Reader
content/warnings: MDNI 18+, marriage, husband Geto Suguru x reader, husband Gojo Satoru x reader, Satosugu, yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, dark romance, pregnancy, kinda babytrapping, anything but healthy relationship, HEAVY smut, HEAVY breeding kink, if I put this tag it'll be a spoiler, manipulation, guilt-tripping, age gap, violence
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──── Chapter Four
On your year anniversary, they proposed.
Or at least, that's how they called it.
As in truth, after a few days of enjoying the sizzling Okinawa's sun and sweating sex on the private beach, one morning the ring suddenly appeared on your finger. With a thin, delicate band and a big diamond, shining in the rays spilling through your beach house's windows.
You woke with one heavy body plastered to your back and the other cuddled into your front, with something soft and fluffy nestled between your breasts. Looking down with still slightly sleepy eyes, you saw Satoru's milky face, enjoying a deep slumber right between your breasts.
A low chuckle slipped past your lips as you gently brushed his hair and looked over your shoulder. To Suguru, whose long raven locks tickled your back and warm breath hit your neck.
Waves rolled behind the window over the golden sand, the wind moved the flimsy curtains barely protecting your tangled bodies from sun kisses and something… something glimmered.
You noticed it after lifting a hand to shield Satoru's face from the sun. An elegant band encircled your finger, with a shiny diamond catching the golden rays.
You shifted between their bodies, a soft gasp slipping past your lips. Something began to bloom beneath your chest. A feeling of the most maddening love, devotion, and… a sudden, uncontrollable fear. Doubt?
Your fingers tingled, a band wrapped around one of them, burning the skin down to the bones, and an eerie thought slipped into your mind. To maybe take it–
"Do you like it?" a low, sleepy voice filled the bedroom, and soon after, warm lips placed a soft kiss on your naked shoulder. "It looks perfect."
You nodded and bit your lower lip. "It is, Sugu," you said, looking at the shoulder, your gaze met gentle, lavender eyes. "Did I miss something while sleeping? I don't remember any kneeling or questions, and certainly– ah!"
A soft moan wrapped your heart when you felt something bite your nipples.
Or rather, someone. With crystal eyes and a cheeky smile, looking up from between your breasts. Satoru's big hand grabbed your tit, squishing it softly between his fingers.
"Satoru!" Another soft cry slipped away when he sucked on your hardened bud.
The wetness of his tongue soothed the previous bite before he took the plush fat fully into his mouth.
Something poked your belly, something else your back, making your mind all soft and fuzzy, with droplets of fresh sweat already coiling on your neck.
"Would you refuse us, darling?" Suguru's low voice tickled your ear as fingers wrapped around your neck. A soft squeeze made your spine tingle and your hips arch in a gentle curve, as if seeking a hardness that spilt precum all over your lower back. "Hm? Would you say no if we asked if you wanted to marry us?"
At first, you didn't say anything. His fingers tightened around your neck. Burning your skin with a slight perilousness – something fiery, spreading an air of authority and control. Waiting for your decision, although all three of you knew there was none to make.
And thus you nodded, feeling the barely visible tension leave their bodies. Suguru's fingers brushed your neck, slipping up to chin, before turning your head back. To meet the depth of his almond-shaped eyes, fixed on your face with the last traces of dominant temper that clung to Suguru like a second skin.
"Say it, darling," he murmured, squishing your cheeks. "Say that you want to marry us."
Satoru pulled himself closer, sticking himself to your naked body. The wetness started to pool between your thighs, as his fingers slipped down and down, in slow moves, as if trying to feel the goosebumps coating your skin.
A sly smile curved his lips, as he bit the swell of your breasts. "Sweetheart, don't leave us waiting. You know how nasty Suguru can be when he gets angry."
He tried to joke, but oh… you knew.
And so that's why you nodded again, and again, pulling Suguru into a wet kiss, and allowing him to devour you completely. With a finger digging into your jaw and a muscular arm locking around your waist.
"Of course I w-want to," slipped in a moan, when Satoru's fingers brushed your clit. "I-mmm-want to, w-want to, fuck, I l-love you so much."
Suguru smiled into your lips, Satoru chuckled.
But maybe it was exactly right then.
After your engagement, when things started to get nasty.
A bit more controlling,
You began staying home more often, their constant presence lingering in your thoughts. Shadows always blend with yours, as if to make sure you wouldn't suddenly vanish.
They wished to marry you right away, but the graduation was just around the corner, and so you truly wanted to get that diploma. Leave university life behind you and finally enter the adult life that seems stable.
And loving, kind, with your two fiancées pampering you sweetly, always brimming with love, warmth, and… well. And everything else too.
Especially on late nights, when your cunt was crying from the brutal stretch of their cocks and tears dripped down your puffy cheeks. Trembling fingers curled around Suguru's raven hair, Satoru's big palms pulled you onto his cock with maddeningly brutal thrusts, spilling the warm fluid straight into your womb.
Their touch soon became much more possessive, rough, and yet also gentle. Finger marking the swell of your belly, lips curling around the nipples with a crying moan, cum spilling from your pussy in waves, as they tried to push it back inside.
Sometimes they were out of control, digging a deep crease in the walls with a hit of the bed's frame, until you needed to stop them with miserable begging, feeling the pleasure rippling through your body. Your ears rang, your vision blurred as Satoru kissed away the tears coating your cheeks, and Suguru whispered dirty little nothing into the burning petals of your ears.
"Come on, darling, don't be shy," he murmured, keeping you in a tight mating press on his chest. Satoru hung over your bodies, with lips capturing yours into a messy kiss. "Be a good girl and cum for us, hm? Make us baby daddies. Fuck, you're going to look so fucking beautiful all round with our child."
Mewling and babbling, you could do nothing but nod and allow them to pound on your cunt with a delicious painfulness. Till your belly bulged with their cocks, pumping your swollen womb with another wave of warm cum.
"Shhh, it's fine sweetheart," Satoru whispered, rubbing your tired, overly sensitive clit. "Come on, just give us another one. Our good, good wife, aren't you? Such a beauty, makes us wanna lock you up and never leave this bedroom," he giggled, following the frown pulling your brows.
You didn't say anything. Because there was simply no need, since you already didn't mind them treating you like their wife.
In fact, it made you all bubbly and soft, with your body melting into theirs and your heart beating completely and restlessly under their command.
You ignored the lines of threat that sometimes beamed off their voices. The sentences that made your spine drip with shivers. A tone, a bit too controlling, slightly eerie, but quickly washed away by Satoru's laughter.
That's who they were, you kept reminding yourself. Slightly dominant, a bit too controlling, but yours. With hearts, souls, and minds fully devoted to cherishing the love that bloomed between the three of you, even if loving them was sometimes much, much harder than it should be.
Or maybe that's how it should look?
On nights when you could hardly move, with all your holes leaking their cum and folds swollen from constant rubbing.
Lying on Satoru's chest, you breathed heavily as Suguru gently wiped your thighs with a damp towel.
"You're stuffed full, darling," he muttered, brushing your swollen clit. You giggled, kicking him away with your feet. "I wouldn't be surprised if it took."
"Mmm," a soft hum slipped past your lips as Satoru's fingers began to rub your temple. "We're not married yet, and you already want a baby?"
Suguru chuckled, pushing a sipping cum back into your pussy, with a smooth clench a little, darling.
"We'll be married in a month, so what's the difference?" Satoru murmured, looking down at your peaceful forehead. "Your belly wouldn't show in the dress if that's what you're worried about."
"Hm, I guess. If it takes, then it takes," you said, cuddling closer into Satoru's warm chest. "We have all the time in the world, no?"
Well, no.
You had all the time in the world – still in your early twenties, barely a graduate and still fresh to the whole "adult life". Although they made it quite clear that you would not work or do anything that required you to do anything aside from enjoying yourself and taking pleasure in what they offered.
But they… really wanted a child.
And you knew it from the very beginning, even though the reality of how desperate they were felt overwhelming. Already in their thirties, they found the idea of having children natural. At least, much, much more than for you, who still harboured a shy wish simply to live. Away from marriage, away from anything that could tie you down.
But at the same time, whenever Suguru's protective arms curled around you and Satoru's laugh tingled your heart – you wanted to stay. To play the role of a loving, dutiful wife and be spoiled like a lovely little nymph.
But then, while lying on Satoru's chest and humming sweetly under his soft fingers, your fiancées didn't need to know that you simply couldn't get pregnant. Because a month ago, and exactly two before the wedding, you switched from pills to an IUD.
As it was more comfortable, safer… secretive.
Two months ago, on a random evening, your pills simply vanished. They just weren't there, in the purse where you always kept them.
A soft hum slipped past your lips as you started looking all over the bag for this little plastic box. But it just wasn't there.
Or in the bathroom cabinet, the bedside drawer, kitchen shelf – nowhere.
While still looking for a little box between the bag of flour and the spices, a heavy, nervous sigh rolled of your lips.
"Have you seen my pills?" you asked, looking over your shoulder at Suguru. He stood at the counter, humming a tune under his breath and slicing the raw meat for your dinner. "I can't find them anywhere."
Not looking your way, not even shrugging, he slipped in, "Oh, I threw them away," and went back to cooking.
He said it so casually, almost as if it were natural, that all you could do was crack a smile and shake your head. Your gaze shifted to Satoru, sitting on the couch, watching TV without bothering to answer your question.
Shooting Suguru last, playful look, you went towards Satoru, curling your arms around him from behind the couch. He giggled, pressing his cheek to meet your sweet, wet kiss.
"Satoru, where did you hide them?" A pout twisted your lips, eyes crossed with the endless, gentle blue.
He looked at you with so much love, devotion, and utmost tenderness that smooched your fluttering heart with the loveliness of his kisses, as he–
"Sweetheart, Suguru just told you," he said with a soft smile, brushing your cheek with a thumb. "He threw them away."
You stood there, bent over the couch, with arms still curled around his neck. White locks tickled your lips as they fell apart.
Something in your ears began to ring so sharply that you wondered whether their statement had made you deaf. It must have, because your mind couldn't quite grasp the reasoning behind what they said.
Slowly pulling away from Satoru, you still cracked a laugh, but this time it was laced with a slight concern.
"That's not funny," you shrugged, looking between your two fiancées. "What do you mean, you threw them away?"
Your words bounced off the walls without an echo. Satoru was still sprawled on the sofa, while Suguru cut large pieces of meat with unwavering calm. With raven hair pinned in a low bun and lavender eyes not even bestowing you a glance.
They didn't blink, didn't even move, as if the words that had just passed between the three of you were normal. As if both of them had already approved this decision without telling you.
"Sure, it isn't funny," Suguru said, sliding the potatoes into the oven and wiping his hands on the apron you bought him last year. And then finally met your eyes. "You can’t get pregnant on a pill. We're getting married in two months, so why not just start trying now?"
Oh, must have been joking.
"But why didn't you discuss it with me?" came almost tearfully, as you tried to suppress the rage that was coiling beneath your chest.
Your fists clenched, forehead furrowed, and eyes locked onto Suguru's intense, relentless, and commanding gaze.
Standing there, you were completely stunned, struggling to process his words. You couldn’t accept it – the fact that they had taken all your pills and thrown them away without any prior discussion. Not seeing their actions as deeply messed up and wrong made you want to scream, to fight back fiercely, expecting any reaction other than this innocent yet dark smile, which made you feel anxious.
"Why would we? I thought it was for our own good," he said, casually snacking on a red pepper. "It's not like you would say no, is it?"
Your mind raced with disbelief and confusion. Panic spread across your chest. Tears were dangerously close to spilling over the boiling point, and you needed to dig your nails into your palms so they wouldn't fall.
"Are you kidding me?"
But none of them answered, leaving a silence so heavy it wrapped around your neck in a strangling hug.
"How could you…" forming a sentence felt almost impossible.
The thoughts clashed against one another. The thoughts clashed against one another. Shoko's tears when you broke the news of your engagement to her suddenly came back to you. Her begging not to marry them. To sell the ring and leave the city, maybe the country, do anything to leave their psychotic clutches that were slowly taking you away from her.
You haven't talked to her then.
How long has it been… hm. Six months?
Blood boiled in your veins, painting your vision red. Your head hit with a sudden, explosive force, making your teeth grind.
"Are you both insane?" shut up, shut up, shut up. "Why do you mean you threw them away? Are you sick?" oh god, stop, stop, stop, that's enough, don't make Suguru angry, don't–
"Are you psychos? You make me fucking sick!"
The temperature in the room dropped. Something cold spilt tickled down your spine. Heart began to beat a bit faster, pounding against your shuddering chest, till nothing but its terrified pounding filled the place.
It seemed your mind still couldn't grasp the words that had just fallen from your lips. The tone you used. Rage bubbling in your throat, forcing you to spill your thoughts a bit too fast. Too reckless.
With your gaze fixed on the wooden floor you cherished so dearly, a shuddering breath escaped your lips. Then, in the heavy silence that settled among the three of you, it became clear that some words are better left unsaid.
You felt Suguru's eyes on your trembling body.
Heard a muted TV. In the corner of your eye, noticed Satoru looking over his shoulder. With lips still curved in a gentle smile, but eyes filled almost numb. Not angry, just… so strange.
Your throat bobbed, fists slowly loosened up.
And when you looked up, a faint oh slipped past your lips. As Suguru, your Suguru, the man who could make you cry with pleasure and let cuddle into his chest like a baby, looked at you with… nothing. In the most terrifying sense of the word, as if the rage boiling inside him was desensitising his feelings. Changing the lavender warmth into the most washed-out, dead shade of purple.
You crossed the line.
It wasn't the first time, sure, as your temperament often clashed with Suguru's need to control every single one of your choices, but… this time you really did it.
Broke every single rule that he made up in that slightly twisted mind.
Suguru set down a knife, the soft clink on the wooden board far too loud in the heavy silence of the room. You shrugged, gaze quickly slipping to Satoru.
But this time, he couldn't help you. With the playfulness that somehow made Suguru calm his temper and let you do whatever he initially disagreed with. Whether it's going out with friends or choosing fast food over his homemade dinner.
This time, his plush lips curved into a soft, barely visible smile, and his eyes shimmered with pity. Rage? Irritation?
Maybe even shame? Shame that whatever Suguru did, he wouldn't be able to help you.
Not this time.
Suguru wiped his hands with a towel, stalking slowly towards you. Each step felt so heavy it seemed the ground trembled beneath you – or maybe it was just your own body.
He was merely a few metres away, and yet the time stretched into years. Ages, centuries, as your widened eyes only after a second noticed that his one hand was still gripping the knife. The rest of the raw meat still glistened on the sharpened steel, as it glimmered under the golden light of the living room.
You took a cautious step back. And back, back, back, before finally hitting the wall.
And he stood right in front of you, with utmost peace haunting his handsome forehead and withered eyes looking down at you. The height difference had never felt as terrifying as it did then. The heavy scent of his cologne suffocated your mind, and heat radiated from his body.
"I think," he started, lifting his hand to brush your cheek. With a big thumb, slashing through the boiling warmth of your skin. "I misheard you, darling. Could you please repeat?"
But how could you, if breathing alone was already difficult enough?
You could barely look at him, bear the heaviness of his fingers on your skin, the closeness of his body, growing closer and closer.
"I–"
And it dawned upon you that you were utterly alone.
Entirely surrounded by wolves within a house that offered no refuge, at their mercy, whether you wished it or not. Men who loved you with a fierce intensity, capable of shattering bones.
Yet it was the first time you truly saw their possessive, primal nature as something dangerous. Until then, you had seen it as rather amusing, maybe even endearing. This obsessive devotion, the relentless protectiveness of their dearest girl. As something overwhelming, yet, in their way, formed for your own good.
You accepted it with love and kindness, allowing whatever was going on in their heads to live its own life.
And maybe that was the problem.
Because then, standing before Suguru, eyes flicking between his stony face and fingers gripped around a knife – a sudden, unusual thought slipped into your mind. That maybe, just slightly, you might've regretted it.
That you took it too lightly and ignored all the possible signs.
What were your chances of winning against them? You had never really thought about it before, given how pampered you were – so well cared for, loved fiercely, making your friends jealous! After all, who wouldn’t want their boyfriends to be completely crazy about you?
Yo–
"You need to speak a little louder, darling," he repeated, sending shivers down your spine.
His fists clenched, bare forearms taut with tension, as if struggling to restrain something. Something violent.
Oh, would he hit you?
No, you thought. That was impossible. He would never.
He was just a man deciding whether he needed to remind you of your place.
"I…" you started again, feeling his fingers lift your chin. With a slight pinch, the squeeze that told you that winning against him in a purely power-based sense would be impossible.
But Satoru… if anything happened, Satoru would help you. Would he?
"I'm listening."
Oh, it was so, so humiliating.
"I s-said that you shouldn’t d–"
"No, darling," he laughed deeply, and you needed to hold your breath. "That's not what you said. Start from the words are you insane?"
But how could you say it again, with the icy blue eyes of your other fiancé piercing right through you? Oh, you shouldn’t have said it. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl.
"Suguru…" a soft plea slipped away.
His head tilted, almond-shaped eyes squinted. "Are we making you feel sick?"
And then, finally, a cry rolled off your lips. Making your whole body shake and tremble, with crystal droplets dripping down, straight onto his fingers still pinching your chin.
"Sugu, I–"
"You're such a pretty crier, darling," he whispered, brushing away the saline liquid. "But you didn't answer my question."
Your head shook. And shook, and shook, and shook, till tears began to drip onto the wooden floor, and ugly sobs slashed through the still air.
But Suguru stood with the same indifferent expression. With eyes taking in your face twisted in fear.
"P-Please, don't be like that," you mumbled, trying to nuzzle into his warm palm. When he didn't reject you, a grain of hope began to bloom in your chest. He couldn’t, and you knew that. You were their only weakness, after all. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, truly, I…" Another uncontrollable cry escaped your throat. "I just… got scared."
He cupped the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair so gently it felt threatening.
And then, within a second, the tension fell.
His eyes slipped back into the familiar, lavender warmth, and lips curved in a kind smile.
"There we go," he murmured, kissing your forehead. "Don't make me sad ever again, hm?"
If that was what he called being sad, you never wished to see him truly furious.
Your head nodded so sweetly, he just couldn’t contain a chuckle.
"I think... my period is coming. You know how it is," your lips brushed the softness of his hand as you pressed it closer to your cheek. "I know, you did it for my good–"
"Our good."
You froze.
"Yes, you’re right. Our good," you corrected yourself.
And that was it – the fight had ended. Satoru finally smiled, then turned back to the TV, while Suguru calmly talked about the dinner he was going to prepare for you. You sat on a kitchen stool, listening as he described the nutritional value of everything he had bought. Perfect for building up women's health!
You sat there with a forced smile, nodding along to every word he said, watching how skillfully he wielded the knife through the fresh meat. His heavy-handed technique was so intense that it almost felt like it was pressing against your throat.
Had he ever killed someone?
You shivered, quickly shaking the thought off. Oh, what a strange notion it was! And yet, somehow, in a kind of impossible-to-describe way, it felt natural. The image of his fingers gripping the knife was still fresh in your mind.
"Did you hear me?" Suguru asked, while you felt Satoru’s arms embracing you from behind.
Your gaze lifted, taking in Suguru's calm face. So handsome, peaceful, gentle. Completely different from the monster you saw a few minutes ago.
"Sorry, I didn’t focus," you murmured, Satoru holding you tighter.
His fluffy hair brushed against your chin as he nuzzled into your neck.
"You can’t eat spicy anymore. It’s bad for your body."
But I love spicy food, you almost said.
"You shouldn’t leave the house that often, either," Satoru mumbled, brushing his nose against your neck. "What if you get hurt before the wedding?"
You wanted to explode again. To scream, kick your feet, throw things around, and escape from here, perhaps even... turn back time.
You’re going to get married, for God’s sake, you can’t think of such things!
"It’s only for the time being, darling. Till the wedding and, you know, till you…"
"Get pregnant," you murmured, nodding politely, eyes fixed on the raw meat, obediently tearing under Suguru’s heavy hand.
"Oh, and I don’t think your period is coming," he started again. Satoru held you even tighter. "At least not for the next two weeks, don’t you think? I have your cycle written down in my calendar."
But you remained silent. As what in the world could you possibly say?
After that day, you asked them to take you to the gynaecologist, saying you wanted to plan the pregnancy. You knew they wouldn’t agree otherwise, as they could always tell if something was wrong with your body. Thankfully, this argument made them more than happy to arrange a visit.
And thank God, they agreed to take you to the doctor you had been seeing for years. Not one of those "family" or "friends" doctors you couldn't trust. No, the net of contacts they spread around themselves stretched from doctors and lawyers to the police force and politicians.
To everyone who, three years from then, would be unable to help you.
No, you needed someone who could keep things private, with no ties to your future husbands. So you begged your gynaecologist for an IUD, asking her to keep it secret. You were on the verge of tears in her office, willing to kneel for this damn contraception because you simply couldn’t get pregnant. Not right now, at least.
Despite her reluctance, she did it for you and reassured your fiancées that your body was healthy and capable of conceiving.
That’s why, while lying sprawled on Satoru's chest, you felt calm. Safe, assured, knowing that the simple nods of your head were enough to keep their utmost certainty that getting you pregnant would be that easy.
A month later, you were already married.
Three years after the wedding, Sukuna was helping you run away. With a swollen belly and nothing but hope keeping you alive.
