#cw suffocation

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...!" (Reader) whispered frantically to themselves as they washed the blood out of their shirt.

They were currently locked in their best friend's restroom as he nervously called out their name from the other side, worried about the way (Reader) had suddenly dropped the kitchen knife when helping him prepare dinner. "Please, let me take a look? You're freaking me out- I can take you to the hospital if you need stitches, just please, open the door, (Reader)."

It wasn't as though they lived in a world of heroes or monsters; (Reader) just learned at a very early age that some people were just different than others..

And that no one could ever find that out.

The door clicked open as the nervous man barged into his own restroom, terrifying the shirtless adult. Ignoring their tearful pleas, he grabbed both of their wet hands by the wrists, searching for an open wound. Yet, there was nothing.

The knife had gone almost completely through their thumb, soaking their shirt as they tried to hide how serious the injury was, but now there wasn't even a scratch.

Squeezing their eyes shut, (Reader) saw their frightened parents screaming at them, berating them for not being more careful. 'How could you let this happen?!' 'They'll take you away from us!' 'We'll have to leave again!' -

Golden brown eyes were still staring with wild disbelief at (Reader's) shaking palms.

"Where's the cut?"

Stupidly, the terrified person shaking in front of their long time secret crush, lied "What cut?" as though the sink wasn't still stained with their blood.

The veins popped through the tan hands as they constricted tighter around (Reader's) wrists, causing them to pop. And in a fraction of a second, the roles were reversed, with (Reader) being the terrified one gazing up in horror as their friend looked down upon them with an unknown emotion. His eyes were wide, but not with fear; confusion? Anger? An emotion (Reader) had never seen before in his slightly parted lips.

Then he began dragging the topless person silently back into the kitchen. (Reader) struggled against his arm, protesting, but they were never as strong as him, a muscled up gym bro who, up until that moment, seemed like the kindest himbo in existence.

"I'm really fine!" (Reader) protested, clawing at his arm. "Please, you're freaking me out, dude, let go!"

Back in the kitchen, one hand holding (Reader) immobile, the other grabbed the nicely sharpened knife still stained with droplets of blood. (Reader) barely got their hand up in time to protect their face, a reflex maneuver, when their former friend brought the knife down, slashing open their palm.

"AAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!" (Reader) screamed out, but their friend dropped the knife to quickly grab the injured hand by the wrist, eyeing it intensely.

Within seconds, the wound closed itself up before his eyes.

".. why didn't you tell me?" His voice was quiet, but he didn't sound like he was hurt.

Tears ran down (Reader's) cheeks. Although they had a miraculous healing ability, it still fucking hurt! "Why the hell did you do that?!"

He dropped their wrists, but before (Reader) could cradle their hand to their chest, his hands was grasping their chin roughly, squeezing their wet cheeks together while digging his fingers in deep enough to feel their teeth through the fat. They grabbed his forearm, trying to press their nails in deep enough to make him bleed, but his eyes were hazy, and his face was flushed.

"I didn't know you were so perfect, (Reader)."

"Hvuh?" The question sputtered out between their deformed lips.

"You know.. I have a secret too. Since I know your secret, I'll tell you mine also."

(Reader) had been so focused on his strange expression that they didn't realize that while he was holding them still with only one hand, he had been undoing his pants with the other. His belt made a loud clack as it hit the linoleum, and a cold sweat began to itch (Reader's) spine as it traveled down their hairs.

He was fully erect in his briefs.

His hand brought (Reader) closer to his face, his dark blonde curls touching their nose.

"I'm a sadist."

The fight that had been urging (Reader) to claw and struggle against someone who could bench press them was instantly replaced by freeze.

"I've tried to be a good boy. I've been sweet, but the only thing that can get me hard are snuff films."

He released (Reader's) jaw, taking advantage of their shock over what he had just said to shove them down onto their knees by their shoulders.

As they steadied themselves, they tried so hard to summon the ability to run, to fight, but as they reopened their eyes, they realized they were face to face with his groin.

It was embarrassing.

Even thinking it was embarrassing made (Reader) feel ashamed, because it shouldn't be embarrassing; it should have been fear.

"I know you've had a crush on me for, what, two years now?" He said in a mocking tone. "Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

The tears threatened to fall again.

"You dick." (Reader) spat, finally finding their voice. "I want to go home.. now."

The smile left his face, but he didn't look scared, like he would be in trouble, he instead looked a little bored.

"No."

Fear crept into (Reader's) core, making them visibly shake. "I won't tell anyone about this, so please.."

"Did you think I was telling you my secret because I was trying to blackmail you?" He asked incredulously, laughing. "(Reader), that wasn't a threat.. that was just a warning of what was about to happen."

He grabbed their ear swiftly to prevent them from scrambling away, pain shooting up and down their neck as they attempted to yank their head back. And he finally stepped out fully of his clothes; underwear in one hand and only wearing a shirt.

"We've been best friends for years now, someone who can self heal, and someone who can only cum when watching people die;" he bent down to face level, smiling tightly before attacking (Reader), forcing their mouth open and shoving his briefs into their mouth, "don't you think we belong together?"

(Reader) gagged, feeling the underwear hit their uvula. But he didn't stop. Holding the back of their head, and using his fingers, he shoved it down further. It was too much fabric for them to bite down on his hand, but they smacked him in the face and tried their best to knee him in the crotch as he slowly pushed the garment deeper and deeper.

Their hits became weaker as it got harder to breathe without choking. They didn't know how good their healing ability was, and they didn't want to die. (Reader) didn't see his excited cock come close to their face because their eyes were already rolling back into their skull.

But they tasted it. Before going unconscious they could taste his salty, unwashed dick slide over their tongue.

"Fuck, that face is amazing!" He gasped, barely holding himself together as he entered his friend. Their face was turning a strange color, and while choking they had unknowingly pissed themselves. He could feel his underwear with the tip of his dick, and grabbed their head so he could push it in deeper. Their throat spasmed around him as they held on to life, gurgling, trying to breathe, while he was in there.

"Fuck, don't make me cum too quickly.." He had only just put it in, and it was just like he had fantasized. He pulled out and rammed himself back into their throat, making a loud slapping sound by his balls hitting their drool and tear coated chin.

Their face was beautiful. Eyes, glassy, body twitching. They had gone from a darker shade of blood rush to a lighter shade of death.

He kept going. He didn't know how much longer they had, but it didn't matter. It felt perfect.

His legs were giving out as he got faster, cracking (Reader's) nose with his pelvis and splattering blood across his lower abdomen.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" The smile on his face was nearly drunken, the first genuine smile in his entire life, splitting his perfect face in two.

Then, (Reader) stopped. And he couldn't help but release inside them against his own underpants.

"Fuck.."

He pulled a wet, semi hard penis out, and allowed their body to fall to floor. Why weren't they waking up?

"Oh shit." He grabbed the knife from earlier, and went to their throat, slitting it open deeply enough for him to reach his briefs, and pull them out through the wound.

Once the clothes were out of (Reader's) trachea, the cut began to, albeit not as quickly as the thumb and palm. Then, they woke up, gasping dramatically and coughing.

And it was a if his entire life had just changed. A religious experience in his grandparent's kitchen. The color was balancing out in their face, their nose had straightened, but just like with the thumb, all the evidence of what he did to them was still there. Blood was dripping from their nose, made more dramatic by the mixing of other fluids, as they coughed up vomit and throat blood and his semen. Blood down the front of their naked chest, trailing down to their wet pants.

He wanted to kiss them.

To shove his tongue into their mouth and fuck them right there in the disgusting aftermath. But he held back.

(Reader's) eyes were full of betrayal.

He sighed, like a man in a love, not a criminal who had just violated his best friend in the most inhumane way possible.

"I didn't know you were this beautiful."