♡oh me, oh my♡

The fire burned brightly in front of your face, crackling with sparks flying around. There’s a small group with you, going around sharing stories and such.

A guy starts, putting down his drink and rubbing his hands together. “Okay, my turn! It’s about a haunting in a forest, right-”

“You always tell this story, tell us something different for once!” A girl complains.

“Oh, come on the story isn’t that bad. Plus, there’s some people here who haven’t heard it.” He argues.

“Well, if you don’t wanna hear his story then I can share mine.” The group’s attention is drawn to the red haired male.

“I’d rather hear Tendou’s story.”

He smiles, beginning his story. “It’s usually on nights like this, when it’s chilly but girls are still out in their dresses and skirts, still walking home alone because they think the only worry might be the weather. They were always so easy to pick up, especially with his charm. It’s always the ones with mommy issues that are so fucking charming. Anyone would want to get into a car with a guy like him, fuck a guy like him. He never seemed like he could be a problem and none of them really had enough brains to remember that their mom told them to not talk to strangers, nonetheless let one pick them up. But that was the best part, because he didn’t have a lot of work to do at that point. He just had to get them in his little hiding spot and wait for the perfect moment to strike!”

Tendou clears his throat, eyes on his hands as he starts the next part. “And he had a certain tactic, technique if you will, when it came to his victims. Each and every one of them were whores, sluts, but he still wanted them to be pretty. He’d dress them up, making them look doll-like and docile before he killed them. And if he couldn’t then he’d make sure to clean them up a bit, getting rid of their tears streaked makeup and the smeared lip gloss of lipstick they were wearing. Each one of them had to be presentable. Nobody wants an uggo on the autopsy table.”

“That’s sickening.” Someone comments.

“He’d make them sit on their knees, hands folded in their lap,” He comes up behind you, of all people, gripping your chin and pulling your head up to expose your neck. “Then he’d run a nice thin line right into their throat, watching the life drain from their eyes.” He makes a sound effect as his thumb runs across your throat, pressing deeply into the skin as if he could actually cut you. “It’s pretty to watch the white of their eyes fade to blue.” He says, looking directly into your eyes.

Your breath hitches in your throat, body shifting in its place, but you honestly don’t know if it’s due to uncomfortability or something else. That crazed look in his eyes, it scares you, but it makes your emotions spiral in different directions too.“You’re so full of shit.”

“I’m serious!” He laughs. “Pretty necks like yours always end up making the bloodiest of messes.”

You flinch away from his touch, leaving the whole group laughing like it was something funny. Honestly, you probably would’ve been laughing too if it weren’t you in that situation. Instead, you just felt… you still didn’t really know how you felt.

“Yeah, whatever, tell us something we haven’t heard before. What’s next, the killer fucked their dead bodies? He chopped them up in pieces?” You scoff. “Your story is shit and you’re just playing out the shock factor.”

“Can you just shut up and listen?”

“No one wants to hear your predictable story-”

“And no one wants to hear a dumb bimbo like you complain over some horror story.” He interrupts. He’s looking down on you, a sly smile plastering his face like he’s mocking you. “With that attitude, you might end up as one of his next victims.”

You can feel your heart thump in your chest. It’s starting to race by the second and being met with the crazed eyes of Tendou made you feel sick. “Why do you have to say stuff like that?”

“Because you love it.” He wraps his body around you, shaking you around in his grasp, “Such a cute little thing always attracting big bad monsters, you deserve to know the truth!”

You struggle away from his body, sneering, “You’re an asshole, Tendou,” before walking off. You swear, Tendou had it out for you tonight, and the last thing you needed was to deal with his bullshit.

You find yourself in one of the bedrooms throughout the house, still fuming to yourself. You’re doing anything to calm yourself down; scrolling through your phone, drinking, hell, even meditating at a fucking party of all places. You don’t know why you lashed out, it was irrational. But, you just felt mocked. It’s like you could still feel his taunting gaze. Even being alone couldn’t grant you peace.

There’s a knock on the door and without an answer it’s being swung open, making you jump up to your feet. In comes Tendou, grinning with all his glory. “I Honestly thought you left the party.”

Eyes rolling at the sight of him, you cross your arms. “I can’t leave yet, my ride is getting laid. And why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“I’ve done nothing.”

“Yeah, if arrogance and crudeness was nothing I would agree.” You snap, making your way towards the door. “I honestly don’t know how people are able to put up with you most of the time.” It slams shut before you’re even two feet in front of it. “What, not gonna let me go now?”

His face softens and for a second you think he might be serious. “Look, I get I can say messed up things, but it was just for a story, it wasn’t meant to be taken seriously. It’s not my fault you have feelings for me that you can’t deal with.”

“I swear to god, you’re unbelievable.”

He cackles in your face. Patronizing, that’s the perfect word to describe this feeling he’s giving you. It’s patronizing and it makes you feel inferior. “You act like you’re so special! Like you fucking matter! You know, I got you all figured out.”

You back away, giving a scowl. “What game are you playing at, Tendou?”

“Mm? Nothing. I’m sure it’s you who’s playing the game.” He takes a step closer, then another. You don’t even realize that he’s got you backed against the wall until your shoulders thud against it. “Tell me what your game is.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say, doing your best to put some space between the two of you.

“You don't? Because I think you want to play a little game of cat and mouse; killer and victim. You like this, huh, the thought of being at someone’s mercy? That’s why you’re being a bitch! You’re not mad at what I said, you’re upset because you imagined that girl to be you and you wanted a different ending. You wanted to be the girl that’s spared, you wanted to be the one that gets to say ‘I love you’. That’s what gets you going. But, she died and that’s the last thing you want. Tell me I’m wrong.”

You purse your lips, holding back your words because silence was better than your admission. But, even then his words were harsh and cut deep at your skin.

“Oh, that’s right, you can’t! Because I’m not wrong.” He cackles. His body presses into yours, taking a deep, long breath. “You’re sick, absolutely sick. I hope you know that.”

You make the rash decision to push him off and dip under his arm, moving for the door. But it’s too late. You’re already trapped in a small place, between the bed, the wall, and him. You wouldn’t even be able to make a run for the door again without him stretching over and snatching you up.

“Aw, trying to run now? It’s your game, I’m just playing along.”

Your eyes roll, displaying false confidence that’s easy to see through. “What do you want from me, an apology for being a bitch? Like, I’m sorry I didn’t like your story and you’re right, it was fantastic. Just leave me alone, okay?”

His arms raise and swing around, and for a second you think he’s gonna hit you until they fall gently on your shoulders in an over exaggerated manner. “Your apology is nice, but it’s the last thing I’m looking for right now.” The weight of his hands start to crush your shoulders, pushing you further and further down until your knees hit the carpet. “Are you afraid?”

Your lips purse as you shake your head.

“Don’t lie to me.” He sneers. “I’m gonna ask you again: are you afraid?”

This time you nod, squeezing your eyes tight so no tears will fall. Your lip is starting to go numb from how hard you’re biting it. You were scared, absolutely terrified, but there’s a buzz throughout your body that has your full attention on his words.

“And you’re getting off on this too, aren’t you?” He laughs. His hand caresses your cheek, thumb swiping adoringly over the hot skin. There was nothing better than having a quivering girl right below him at his mercy. Even better that it’s you because, if you like it then he isn’t really doing anything wrong. He doesn’t even realize his hand has traveled down to your neck, giving it a little squeeze until you’re trying to paw him off. The look on your face is hysterical; red cheeks, glistening lips, puppy-dog eyes, such a fuckable face.

Nonetheless, his hand continues to tighten around your throat, the rough pads of his fingers crushing your trachea. Your cries turn into shallow breaths that soon turn into choked gasps. God, even in a position like this your thighs are clenching together, writhing to ease the heat between them. Soft fingers claw at the back of his hand, nails raking down the bony hand in a futile effort to get him off.

You’re almost sure he’s gonna just let you pass out, then keep going until your lips go purple. At this point, you can hardly breathe, hardly make out the figure in front of you. You can only focus on the throbbing in the front of your head from the lack of oxygen.

Tendou laughs at the way your head starts to loll. That’s finally when he releases your neck, hands shooting up in the air innocently. “Sorry about that, just needed to test the limits a bit.” He’s laughing like it was a joke, like it was funny that he was choking you out just a second ago.

You hunch over and greedily huff to make up for the oxygen that you oh-so missed. Your hand lands on your throat, trying to soothe the ache that his warm fingers left.

The metal of his belt clinks together as he hurriedly undoes it. He moves quickly at removing his aching cock from its confinement, pre already leaking from the furiously red tip. Before you can even register, his fingers are twisted in your hair, pushing your cheek down onto his crotch. You whimper when you feel wetness slide across your face. “Shh, shh,” He coos. “It’s all gonna be alright. Just do what you’re supposed to do.”

Your brows furrow at his words.

“Come on, don’t be shy now.” He taunts. “It’s not like it’s serious or anything, it’s just a game, right?” He uses his thumb to pry open your mouth--not much prying though when you basically open it willingly. He takes the opportunity of your wide open mouth to shove himself inside, making you gag out of surprise.

Your throat constricts around him, as he goes further down your throat. Your hands come up to his thighs to help you break away from his force on the back of your head, but they’re quickly slapped away. God, your mouth felt so good around him. He keeps going until he reaches a hilt, groaning when you take him all in. He stills for a moment, head thrown back in a bliss before pulling back and letting you have air again.

There’s a sniffle from you as you wipe at your face. You look up at him, his eyes telling you to keep going. You grab him with a little hand and wrap those lips right around him using the flat of your tongue to drag down the veins. Easing him into your mouth, your cheeks hollow as your head bobs up and down.

“Can I tell you something?” He asks you as if you could answer him. “If I was that killer from the story, I would’ve killed you by now. You talk too much, there’s nothing valuable going on in your head and you’re definitely anything but innocent.”

He grabs a fistful of your hair, forcing you down. His hips grind into your mouth, groaning at the way choke. Your cheeks puff with air in an attempt to breathe, only to have it slowly puff out your mouth around him.

“Not to mention the fact that you fucking humiliated me! I should kill you just for that alone. Though, I don't think I would be able to get away with it; I’m not the neatest.”

His movements are rough. Your scalp burns from how much he’s pulling at the hair and obviously your throat hurts every time he hits the back of it. There’s squelching and a gargling with every thrust he makes.

Even if you didn’t want to die, even if you so desperately wanted to be the final girl, you probably would let him kill you. Just to see how it would feel, see how much he would violate you before taking your last breath. Same experience, different outcome.

He pets your cheek, pulling the taut skin. “If I were to kill you, it would be dragged out. I would see how much use out of you I could get until you become useless. I would give you hope, give you trust, let you know that I truly do appreciate you being around. But, then I would let that all slowly crumble away until the final string is drawn and I’m left with your lifeless body.”

Truly, it did fascinate you with the way he talked about killing you. You didn’t know if you wanted to hear more or if you wanted him to shut up. But, you did know that despite everything in your body telling you this was wrong, you liked this type of attention. There was something so different, so degenerate about it that had you hooked.

“I guess we’re both sick. We’re basically a perfect match.” He jokes.

There’s that signature pop as he lets you release your mouth from him. His own hand wraps around himself, matching the pace he was just at. Tendou moans loudly, his voice ringing in your ears along with the soft clicks that come with him sliding his hand down his cock. You watch idly with the way his hand squeezes, the way his hips buck, the way his face contorts. Only then do you remember the position you’re in; sucking dick to imitate the incomparable rush of fearing for your life. You were nasty, sick even, just like he told you. It doesn’t help that you’re letting him open your mouth and cum inside. And when he asked you to swallow, you did.

“Get on the bed.” He tells you. Maybe it was more of a demand, but you were gonna listen either way. “On all fours.” You shift your body onto your hands and knees at the foot of the bed. He snickers from behind you, “Can’t believe you’re actually listening to me. You’ve been so good through all of this.” His hand runs down the small of your back and you shiver when you feel cold hands flip up your skirt and place themselves on your ass.

“You’re wet, just so you know.” He says, staring at the damp spot. Two fingers hook around the fabric and pull it down. His touch is experimental, tentative as he slides his fingers between your folds. “Fits for someone as depraved as you are.”

“I’m not depraved.” You finally say and whining when you feel his fingers enter your cunt. They squelch, moving in and out and gathering more of your slick on his fingers.

“Oh really? You got turned on at the thought that I might choke you out, you willingly sucked me off, and now… now you have a flood between your legs after all of this.”

His fingers curl against your spongy walls, thrusting them fast. You pant and moan into your hand, your hole clenching around him. Your thighs squeeze together, only increasing your pleasure. “Tendou, please don’t stop!”

“Huh, what was that?” His pace slows, but his fingers reach deeper than before and it makes you shudder when he’s able to hit that spot with his fingers alone.

“Ah- fuck- Tendou!”

A few more thrusts from his fingers have you convulsing before he comes to a full stop. “Oh, you wanted me to stop, thought those words sounded familiar.”

You turn around to look at him and that sly grin that seems to never leave. He holds up the two fingers that were just inside you, a clear liquid glistening in the light. “But I, but-”

He wipes his fingers down on your chest. “What did you think after being a bitch to me half the time I would let you cum tonight? Poor girl,” He pets down the hairs that stood up on your head. “Looks like our game is over and--despite how much of a slut you are--you made it out as the final girl! You basically got what you wanted, so you should be grateful. Bye bye, my little mouse.” He sings.