#ghostface!gojo

"Did you just call me a whore?" You ask, intending to be outraged but you can feel how wet you are without even touching yourself. It's addicting, the way he's speaking to you. You'd never tell them, but this is like something straight out of your fantasies. "What do you want from me?"

"Hm." Suguru pauses on the other end of the line, you can hear a tapping noise, and then he huffs out a vague laugh. "What's your favourite scary movie?"

"You can't be serious." You pout, knowing he can't see you but Satoru definitely can. You let your knees steady you as you kneel on the bed carefully propping yourself onto the mattress pointed towards Satoru. "Is that all? Some dumb question? Halloween."

"Well that's awfully rude," Suguru sounds pouty, and it makes you laugh, heat crawling across your skin. "After everything we're going to do for you tonight, that's how you thank us?"

This is boring, you thought they were actually going to do something. But this? Banter on the phone whilst Satoru just stares, bo-ring. So, with a kiss goodbye to the receiver, you hang up. You smile at the phone before you're knocked onto your back, Satoru pinning your arms above your head whilst you gasp in shock at the sudden movement. How the hell did he move so fast?

"He warned you." It's the first words you've heard from the taller man all night, and a shiver hits you, wetness pooling between your thighs where it definitely shouldn't. "You wanna get hurt, sweetheart?"

You stare at the mask, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded as you bite your lip. There's nothing there, no emotions, but just the way Satoru has you pinned, forearm thick and strong as he holds both wrists in one hand, you whimper.

Satoru is silent, but he brings that prop knife closer to your chest, tracing the seams of your nightgown, tilting his head as he follows the knife, lowering his body down your stomach and you inhale as you feel his breath through his mask hit your navel. The prop knife is getting closer to your thighs, and you want to laugh at the absurdity of it before you're wrenched out of your comfortable, playful flirty mood.

It's cold, the tip of the knife swirls around the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and you can feel the cool metal against hot skin. Suddenly, this shit got a whole lot more serious, and you feel tears in your eyes as you beg Satoru to touch you, letting a whimper slip as the knife grazes up your panties, the smallest amount of pressure before it's tossed aside, clattering against your bedroom floor and the silence is filled with Satoru's deep groan as he mumbles something about honey.

Your hips shudder forward involuntarily, and you gasp as you feel gloved fingertips brush against your clothed pussy, the fabric sticking uncomfortably, before it's being slid to the side as Satoru finally gives you what you want.

His fingers are so long, slipping inside a little too easily as he coos at you, mask still on and taunting you with wide lifeless black sockets, hallowed scream mocking you for being so ridiculously turned on. The wet sounds coming from your cunt have you blushing, eyes laser focused on the fingers that are sliding in and out of you languidly. You almost forget about Suguru, that is until you hear your mobile ringing again.

You're too lost in what Satoru's doing to answer at first, and you cry out as Satoru stops his movements, fingers stationary in wet walls as you try and fail to move your hips. He looks pointedly to the phone, and you huff as you reach a shaky hand towards it, now that Satoru has released them with a warning squeeze. You pick up the phone on the third ring, and almost sob out in relief when you hear Suguru's voice again.

"One last chance." Suguru warns, and it sounds like traffic in the background. "Hang up again, Satoru leaves you wet and alone in bed like the whore you are. Understood?"

"Mmm-hm." You nod, letting out a breathy moan as Satoru starts moving again, those slender fingers reaching that spot so quickly it has you arching. "Fuck, Satoru."

"He's good, isn't he?" You can hear Suguru smirking through the damn phone, but the way Satoru has you stuffed already just with a couple of fingers has your head spinning, warm heat spreading through your core with no mercy. "Tell him. Let me hear you beg him, darling."

"Suguru," You keen, thighs trying to close as your head falls back, the peak you've been climbing for less than five minutes getting dangerously close despite only a bit of fingering. "Please, need you here. M'sorry. I'll do whatever you want."

Satoru scoffs and you look at him puzzled before he places his other hand on your lower tummy, pressing firmly as he ramps up his speed. Your eyes are wide and he wrenches a near scream of Sugurus’ name out of you as you gush on his forearm, dampening the dark fabric of his costume. He groans along with you as Suguru laughs on the phone, and you hear him mutter something as he pulls his mask off. Oh.

“Gotta taste,” Satoru groans, electric blue eyes blown wide and white hair at all angles; he looks feral. He shoves your thighs either side of you and moans like a whore as he takes in the sheen of your pussy, your cum already making it slick and easy. “Bet you taste so good.”

Satoru looks at you with pure lust written on his flushed face, lips plump and wet from where he's been biting it as he fingered you. With another curse, he's buried snowy white hair between your thighs, making out with your pussy like he's starved.

“Satoru,” You beg, ears still trying to readjust after your orgasm, white staticky noise overlapping with your own sobs. "Fuck, fuck. Please. Suguru."

Satoru moans into your cunt at the mention of your mutual friend, hips rutting into the bedsheets as he swirls his tongue around you, thrusting it in and out of your tight walls, slurping at the remnants of your previous orgasm. Your hands find their way to his hair as you hold on for dear life, the wet sounds of Satoru eating the only sounds in the room, save for Suguru's grunting on the other end of the line, schlick schlick schlick noises coming through from you imagine is Suguru fisting his cock as he listens to Satoru eat you out.

It's addicting, and your back arches as he sucks on your clit, moaning as he feels how you're practically dripping onto his face, a wet sheen on his chin as he looks up at you with hooded eyes, face red and hips moving as he humps the bed.

"You know, we're really helping you out here." Suguru's voice floats over the phone, albeit a little more strained than before. "Tell me, how often do you stuff your fingers inside your tight pussy wishing it was one of us instead?"

You gape at the phone, frowning as Satoru laughs into you, placing apologetic bites into the inside of your thighs. How the hell does he know that? You even turn your phone onto airplane mode.

"We heard you, princess." Satoru confesses, rolling his tongue around your folds, collecting the sweetness with a groan. "Sorry. So loud when you think no one's listening."

"What? When?" You demand, kicking the side of his head with your foot as he laughs into you again. "Stop it. Suguru, what are you talking about?"

"Play along, Satoru." Suguru scolds, and Satoru immediately gives you a sheepish look, pressing a sweet kiss to your clit before kneeling up and tugging at his own leaking dick. "We didn't kill that guy just for you to fumble at the very end."

What?

"What the fuck?" You whisper, voice tight. "Suguru-"

"What's the matter?" Suguru asks, a mocking in his voice that you're not unfamiliar to. "You liked that knife when Satoru ran it over your thighs, didn't you?"

You shiver at the memory, the way the cold metal had shocked you, and you can feel your core burning again. Satoru lets out a pinched moan above you, precome dripping onto your stomach as he grins.

"That guy, the one you brought here the other day?" Satoru laughs, eyes bright as he keeps his hadn't moving swiftly, his voice all breathy as he moans his words out. "Fuck, princess, the way you moaned for him whilst you thought of us. Couldn't have him living with the fact he got to touch you."

You choke on a moan as Satoru slaps your pussy roughly, your wetness glistening on his hand as he rubs away the sharp sting, his tongue peaking out of his lips. You can't even think of whatever that guys name was, not when Satoru Gojo is above you, dishevelled and leaking.

"K-killed?" You whimper, hips tilting down to meet his fingers, grunting when he slips two inside, tiny remnants of blood on them that you didn't notice before. "Oh, god, fuck,"

"Mmhmm." Suguru says on the line, except that it sounds a little echoey this time. "He barely remembered your name. Disgraceful."

You're about to roll your eyes and pout but then Satoru's long fingers hit that gummy spot and you're sobbing out a mixture of their names, begging for something other than what you've got. Greedy. So wrapped up in your own pleasure you don't hear your door creak open, or feel the bed dip before Suguru's pierced tongue is licking at your lips, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you moan, wicked grin as he looks at Satoru in between wet kisses.

"Satoru," Suguru purrs, deft hands wandering down to your tits, pinching and rolling pert nipples as you squirm. He looks so good like this, blood freckles on his face, purple eyes with messy mascara covering the bottoms of his eyelids. Satisfied grin plastered across his face as he watches Satoru finger you languidly, sloshing wet noises from how turned you are. "You've gotten all messy."

Satoru grins as he looks down at his soaked clothes, before sticking his tongue out at his partner.

"We knew she'd be messy." Satoru says simply, curling his fingers up and pounding you, continuing his conversation like he barely noticed you were there. "Tastes so fucking sweet, too. Like candy."

Suguru hums, making out with the side of your mouth as he watches Satoru, his tongue creating a spit-slicked mess of your lips. You moan at the way he uses you like a toy as he watches his friend finger you, both of the groaning as your stomach visibly tenses as you get closer and closer.

"Yeah? Tastes good, did you hear that sweetheart?" Suguru coos, holding your jaw and forcing you to look at Satoru. "Well. I guess I'll have to see for myself, won't I?"

"Suguru." It's a pitiful whimper, and your thighs are already twitching from Satoru's antics. "Suguru, please."

You don't even know how you got yourself into this situation, and the potential murder of your ex hook-up is nothing to be ignored, but fuck you if these two men fighting over who gets to eat your cunt out isn't the most insanely hot thing you've ever seen.

Satoru looks so flushed, red hot face as his tongue flats out against your pussy, dragging along the length of it and sucking on your slick, moaning like a bitch in heat as he brushes past Suguru's tongue, who's more focused on suckling your pretty little clit. Satoru is a messy eating, slurping and spitting and moaning as he tastes you, his dick out and leaking against the bed sheets, thrusting onto the cotton as you sob and writhe and moan.

Suguru nibbles and kisses and sucks like he's a professional, hot stiff muscle invading your every thought as you try to escape from the constant stimulation but they've got you caged between the two of them. Satoru is still in his black robes, soaking fabric with blood splatters in his hair, but his dick is hanging free and it makes your mouth water, which Suguru notices with hungry amethyst eyes, kissing your thigh before his nails dig into the fat of your ass.

"You need to be filled more, is that it?" Suguru groans, reaching into his pants to pull his hard dick out, and your breath catches as you notice his piercing, well, piercings. Four sets of glinting steel jewelry leading up his perfect and thick shaft, all the way to the top of his soft mushroom tip, beaded with precum and angry red. "Think she can open wide enough, Satoru?"

You moan in response, already working on positioning yourself above his waist, mouth drooling at the sight of him. You've always wondered about those piercings, apparently it makes everything more sensitive. Time to test it out.

"Satoru, let's give this a-" Suguru cuts himself off with a sharp inhale as you swirl your tongue around the metal of his piercings, placing opened mouthed kisses up and down them, leaving strings of drool attached before you finally reach his tip. You give it a couple of kitten licks, moaning at the salty taste before going as far as your throat allows, hand on his shaft and stroking jerkily as you try to fit it down you. Suguru keens, hips shuffling forward as he throws his head back. "God, fuck. Made for us, baby girl."

"Mmhmm," You agree, mouth stuffed to the brim. Satoru has moved from your pussy to mouth at Suguru's jaw, pressing hungry bites to it as he groans at the same time his partner does. You moan at the sight, cheeks pink and eyes hooded as the noise makes you choke a little, Suguru cursing and gripping your hair.

You start a rhythm alternating between bobbing your head up and down, pulling back and sucking gently, and spitting on it so your hand something to slick up the jerking. Suguru's a lot more reserved than Satoru, just watching you with hooded eyes and a keen look, whereas his partner is whining like he's the one being touched. You want to feel what those piercings are like inside you, and you tell them as much.

"Oh? Such a whore," Suguru hums appraisingly, before he's shuffled down and slapping the tip of his dick on your pussy, pulling it back with strings of your cum attached. "Can't believe you let someone else use your pussy, sweetheart. Tell me, is it still tight?"

"Suguru," You breathe, gasping as Satoru frames you from behind, groping at your tits and pulling gently on the nubs, rubbing them just to hear your squeaks. "Satoru!"

"Yeah," Satoru groans, rutting against your ass, both of you holding your breath as he catches slightly on the rim. "Fuck baby, please let me put it in?"

You vehemently shake your head, giggling a bit at his whines of protest, before you grind back against him and moan at how hard he is. You're almost about to cave, before Suguru pushes in abruptly.

"Oh, fuck." Suguru pants. You're so tight, gummy wet walls stretching and struggling to accommodate his size, the cool metal of his piercings a stark contrast to the rest of both of you. Just the thought of them inside you has you getting wetter, walls tightening as Suguru hisses, squeezing your hips. "Tight. Satoru, get the camera."

You're in too much of a daze to register what he's saying, mouth agape as you let yourself get fucked mercilessly by your supposedly platonic best friend. His tip bumps up against your g-spot and you're close to screaming, opting to sob instead, scraping your nails down his back. You already know you look a state, your own cum dripping down your thighs, a mess of tears and drool down your face as well as some blood from Satoru's face mingled in with it all.

You hear a snap, then you're suddenly gasping as the room tilts, Suguru rearranging you both so that you can ride him, his piercings catching on your pussy every thrust, your hands gripping his chest. Plap plap plap filling the room as you're riding Suguru like your life depends on it, which it might, considering he suddenly has the neglected knife off the floor at your throat, cold metal making you whine as it presses ever so slightly, your cunt fluttering at the sensation.

Suguru's feet are planted on the mattress as he fucks up into you, swearing and cursing as you feel his thrusts get more erratic.

"Ngh. You ready, Satoru?" Suguru pants out, letting the knife fall beside you as he hauls himself into a semi-sitting position, mouthing at your tits. "Perfect. Not gonna last, beautiful."

"Oh, fuck," You sob as you cream around him, milky white leaking out of you and forming around the base of his cock. He swears, and then you feel hot heat as he empties inside you. "God, oh god fuck me."

Suguru chuckles into your shoulder as he kisses it, soothing fingers massaging at the tender skin from where Satoru was gripping you earlier. You can feel your thighs burning as you slow down, only for Satoru to whine.

"Su-gu-ru." Satoru whines, and you look back. And what a picture. He's rocking on his heels, thrusting up into his own hand so he can fuck his own fist at the sight of you two. His cock is angry, red and swollen and leaking so much you wouldn't be surprised if he'd already came and simply kept going. "You promised."

"Hm?" Suguru asks in a daze, looking into your eyes with a possessiveness that has you shivering. "Go on, Satoru. Fuck her then."

Satoru groans out a thank you, and you gasp as you're pushed forwards, straight into Suguru's chest and cushioned by his arms. Your walls clench, and you bite your lip as you feel Satoru push in, Suguru's come seeping out in globs of glossy white around Satoru. Suguru is thick, but Satoru is long. Fuck, you can feel him in your chest.

"Fuck." You sob, trembling as Suguru shushes you.

"Be good for Satoru, baby. I know you can take it, such a perfect little whore for us." Suguru soothes you, wiping at the tears that fall down your cheeks. He looks to the side for something and your eyes slip closed, your body rocking as Satoru fucks you in doggy. He's so deep, almost hitting your cervix as he drives into you like an animal.

He's so whiny, mouth running a mile a minute about how perfect you are, perfect and tight little pussy, tighter than Suguru. It's so much, too perfect, that peak building so rapidly that you can't help but squeal as you feel yourself gush, mouth opening and Suguru murmurs something to Satoru, and then you feel your hair getting tugged backwards as Satoru moans his own release out, loudly.

There's a snap again, a flash as your head is yanked back, drool and mascara and fluids dripping down your chin and chest. Suguru had just taken a trophy shot, and your walls give a weak little attempt at a flutter, making Satoru practically sob into your shoulder.

He presses a dozen or so kisses to your skin, whispering sweet little thank yous over and over as he pets your hair, gently rocking his hips into you as a comfort for everything they'd just put you through. There's come dribbling down your thighs as he pulls out, and he hooks a thumb into your hole, whistling as he watches evidence of him and Suguru pulse out onto the sheets.

"Sweetheart?" Satoru asks cheekily, slapping your ass as you grumble at him, swatting behind you as Suguru laughs, pressing a sweaty kiss to your forehead.

"W'ht?" You slur out, getting comfy on Suguru's strong chest, taking in the smell of his minty shampoo. Satoru is to the other side of you, drawing abstract patterns on your back. It's bliss, considering the circumstances.

"What's your favourite scary movie?"

Satoru sits at his perch all night, for hours on end and stays as patient as he’s ever been in his entire life. His cerulean eyes glow beneath the ghost mask he’s sporting as they gaze at your figure, paying no mind to the children you’ve been babysitting for the last couple of hours. He watched their parents bid you and the kids goodbye and head off to (he’s assuming) some costume party; if their ridiculous outfits were any indication of why you were under their employ on Halloween night. Your every move is well documented in his disaster of a brain. You’re a great babysitter; playing dress up with the children, eating candy, and sitting through some Charlie Brown film with the best fake smile on your pretty face. A perfect candidate in his mind.  

Soon enough he finds himself yawning out of sheer boredom but still runs over his evening plans in the back of his mind, knife cool against his arm and making each hair stand up when a shudder runs down his spine. He feels his pulse jump under his skin as the parents make their way back up the walk of your driveway and knock on the door. The children you’ve been playing with all night excitedly run up to the front door to greet the still horribly decorated parents, and finally – finally – they all make their way home... leaving you alone for the night.  

Satoru references the crumpled piece of paper that he pulls out of his pocket, a series of digits scribbled on it in his barely legible handwriting. He pulls the clunky Motorola out of his pocket and dials your landline number. Still gazing through your window, he watches as you throw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and begin shuffling through the VHS shelf – searching for something scary to mark the occasion. You ignore the phone and don’t even spare a glance, much to his dismay. Satoru feels a frustration groan bubble up in the back of his throat and feels his grip on the machete at his side grow tighter. Stop, he thinks. Stay calm. He gives you one more chance.  

You pull the popcorn out of the microwave and dump it into a bowl, an annoyed glance hitting the landlines on your wall. “Motherfucker,” You mutter under your breath. One of the kids forgot a toy or something and is refusing to sleep unless you bring it to their house. “Hello?” You perk your voice up a bit when answering, only to be met with heavy breathing. You’ve got no clue that the caller on the other line is breathing heavy since he’s currently fisting himself with his eyes glued to your body. 

You don’t even wait half a second for them to use their words. “Bother someone else, freak.” You insult the stranger and hang up in their face. Halloween sure does bring out all the creeps. You put the phone back down and bend over the counter, grinding popcorn between your teeth and getting lost in your thoughts. You’ve been chasing brats for hours. The last thing you want to deal with is some pervert making prank calls. When the phone rings again, you pick it up and get ready to curse into the receiver, ready to let this clown have it. The grim voice that you hear on the other end compels you to bite your tongue though and your words fizzle out quickly. “You’ll be fucking sorry if you do that again, sweetie.”  

A thud lands against the side of your house, as if something was thrown against it. Just a cat, you think, trying to slow your rapid heartbeat. You take the phone away from your ear, daring yourself to hang up anyway. You could dial 911 so quickly. “Don’t try to call my bluff,” And the masculine voice on your phone line has such a sinister edge to it that you feel yourself compelled to comply with the stranger’s demands. “Or I’ll have to come in there and punish you.”  

That’s the nail in the coffin for you. Your confusion really throws you for a loop. Are you really considering pissing the mystery man off out of curiosity? You’ve seen thousands of horror movies, and they all suggest that you’ll be carved up with a knife if he gets into your house. “What do you want?” Your voice trembles, much to Satoru’s pleasure. He almost wants to go back on his words, desire to break in anyway and have his way with you too strong to ignore. The way you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and fiddle with the hem of your shirt suggests to him that you wouldn’t be totally opposed to that. He can tell that his voice alone is turning you on.  

The fear in your voice is positively delicious, exactly the tremble he wanted. “No need to be afraid, princess. Don’t cry now.” Satoru taunts you and watches you carefully. “Just do as I say and nothing bad has to happen.” He promises. Before you have the chance to ask him what he could want from you, he vocalizes his demand. “Put on a little show for me. Take your clothes off.”  

The idea of putting on a striptease for a random menacing stranger turns you on but your body really heats up at the thought of any of your nosy neighbors catching a peak of the entire affair going down. Satoru doesn’t know this, but he really wouldn’t have to threaten you like this. You're growing wet just thinking about it. You pull the phone away from your face again and switch it to the speakerphone to free up both of your hands.  

“If you hang this phone up, I’m coming in, baby.” Satoru smirks, eyes scanning carefully as you unbutton your blouse and expose the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath it. The fabric falls to the hardwood floor, and you cautiously press your bare tits against the glass of the window, fondling them and putting on the show that he’s demanded of you.  

You gladly do as he says, letting the distorted voice give you demands. You pinch the hardening buds between your fingers and moan out loud at the sensation. You toy with your overly sensitive body for the stranger on the other end of the phone call. Satoru lets out an approving moan and let images of the faceless man stroking his cock run rampant in your mind. “Are you getting wet?” He asks without shame. None of the words Satoru has let out have had an inkling of shame laced within them. “Mhm.” You moan without even thinking about it, fingers swirling around the sensitive buds.  

“Show me.” And when his demands get shorter, breathing gets harder, there’s no doubt in your mind that he furiously jerking off to your actions smeared across the glass. You wish he’d come out of hiding and show himself, show exactly how much of a mess he’s making of his pretty cock. Face to face beyond the glass of your window. “What are you thinking about, baby girl?” Satoru speaks up into his phone when you’ve been silent with your eyes screwed shut for too long. You rub at your body, various hot spots popping up all over it.  

“I love being bossed around like this.” The shameless and sinful words exit between your lips and you’re feeling too good to regret them. You let out a slutty moan when your fingers wander between your legs to rub at your neglected pussy through the denim of your jeans. Satoru catches himself almost laughing at your unabashedness. Aren’t you an easy little thing? How long did it take him to get you all brazen like this? Five, six minutes? You moan directly into his ear when you manage to find a good angle to provide yourself with some stimulation. “Oh, god.” You cry. His breathing only grows more restless.  

“Show me how much you like it then. Spread your legs in front of the glass so I can watch you.” And it takes all his resolve to stay hidden away from your sightline in the dark of the night. It takes so much raw strength to jump out of the tree line and force his way into your home, quick to take you and fuck you on any available surface. Unbeknownst to his wild thoughts, you lean back and seat yourself with your back against the side of the couch so that his view isn’t obscured. Gojo watches carefully as you shimmy your way out of your jeans and follow his orders dutifully. Your legs spread quickly as soon as you’re exposed.  

Satoru licks his lips at the soft glisten he sees shine on your pussy. “Stoke it.” He demands for you to mimic his actions, masturbating in your living room with your curtains drawn open and the night street well-lit to any passing strollers. It’s well past midnight and any trick-or-treaters in this small neighborhood are long gone back home so there’s no need to worry about young eyes but occasionally, adults in costume will stroll by. Although it’s been a few minutes since he’s caught a glimpse of one, the idea of being seen causes the both of you to shudder. Your fingers play at the throbbing nub in the middle of your pussy, and you quicken your pace when he begins to praise you.  

“That’s right, baby.” Gojo’s pet names go straight to your soaking core, like words of encouragement. “You look so sexy playing with your pretty pussy for me, princess. She’s gotten so wet for me, so wet just from my voice. Leaking onto those polished floors all for me.” He huffs against the phone once more, feeling himself grow closer. Satoru wants to shut his eyes to make himself last longer but can’t bear the thought of missing a single moment of your show, so he settles for using his words to stave off the impending orgasm.  

You’re a mess of sobs and whines and you can’t control yourself. Unconsciously, you spread your legs as wide as possible, creating a delicious burn in your thighs. “You don’t feel any shame? Playing with yourself for a stranger like this?” And you only get needier with his juvenile words. Of course, you don’t feel any shame. Why should you? Doesn’t he feel any shame preying on a woman’s desire to live and not be carved up like a pumpkin by some psycho crouching in the bushes in her yard? You bite your sass back, not wanting to be stabbed over a little attitude and think of some flimsy excuse, your fingers never stopping their assault on your clit.  

“I wouldn’t usually-” But you interrupt yourself to let out a loud moan, sentence forgotten. You wanna cum so bad, feeling yourself reaching the edge just like him and soon, your little exchange is forgotten on the phone line. Nothing but exasperated moans linger between the two of you.  

Gojo grunts as he fists himself, thumb ghosting over the sensitive slit and smearing precum across his reddening tip. “Blame it on the full moon then.” His voice comes out gruff. You can tell that his fist is picking up the pace and, despite having no idea what the stranger looks like, the image of his cock bursting and eyes glued to your shivering naked body is too much. Your vision goes white as you give yourself an orgasm, squirting onto the window to leave streak marks as proof of what's taken place here tonight.  

Satoru groans in your ear, not even trying to keep his volume down. He really lacks class. He cums hard and lets his cum streak across your front yard, landing in your garden. He huffs, watching you through hazy eyes as you come down. You’re biting your lip as if you need more, as if you want to cum over and over again. Could it be that you don’t want this night to end? “Want me to come in and give you an even stronger one?” He snickers, not surprised when you refuse his offer to better your orgasm. You roll your eyes at the dangerous, yet childish, stranger. “Aww, why not?” Satoru’s voice rises in mock disappointment. “Don’t ya trust me in the dark?”  

• —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– •

The town was alight with fear and anticipation. The masked killer was still at large, having claimed another victim last night. They’d dubbed him “Ghostface.” But the man behind the mask still remained a mystery. Police could only offer minimal details at this stage: 1. Victims always received an anonymous phone call before they were targeted, and 2. They always suffered a gruesome and painful death by a knife.

You sighed in boredom as you watched the sun slowly begin its descent in the sky. Ever since the murders had started, the town had a strict curfew. Seeing as you lived alone, thanks to your deadbeat mom, evenings were extra boring these days.

Your sulking is interrupted by the phone ringing in the kitchen. You raise your eyebrow, confused as to who could possibly be calling you. You were a chronic loner, and you sure as hell could bet your life on the fact it wasn’t your mother checking in on you.

You sigh before you slowly walk to the phone, uncaring if you miss the call or not. There’s a strange silence in the receiver when you answer, and a flare of annoyance fills you.

“Hello?” You demand, gritting your teeth. You didn’t like having your time wasted like this. Not that you had better things to do, but still.

There’s a pause before a strange voice replies.

“What’s your favourite scary movie?” The voice is deep and distorted, whoever it is, is using a voice changer.

You roll your eyes, assuming it’s a stupid prank. “The classics, I suppose.” You say disinterestedly.

“Wow, good answer. I like a girl with taste. Have any favourites?” The voice sounds pleased, which makes you raise an eyebrow. You pace around your room, boredom still deep in your gut. You sigh.

“I don’t know. Most slashers I suppose.” You provide, voice dripping with boredom.

The voice chuckles. “Am I boring you?”

You roll your eyes, sighing. “Yes.” You deadpan. Your eyes narrow. “Who is this anyway?”

The voice chuckles. “Who do you think it is?”

You feign a gasp. “Oh my gosh! Are you the famous killer I’ve been hearing about?”

The person on the phone laughs sinisterly, seemingly amused by your feigned surprise. Their voice drips with mockery.

“And what if I am?”

“Then I say come and get me.” You reply simply, your voice deadpan.

The killer on the phone chuckles again, his amusement growing. Your audacity seems to have piqued his interest.

"Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you? Brave words for someone who doesn't know what they're dealing with." His voice oozes with a condescending nonchalance.

“Brave words from someone who hides behind a mask” you snark nastily.

There’s a pause on the phone for a moment, his voice hinting at annoyance.

"Oh, you're quite the comedian, aren't you? Thinking you're so witty, hiding behind the phone, safe from harm." His voice turns menacing.

"But let me tell you something, sweetheart. I don't need a mask to instill fear. It's just part of the game. And I'm a damn good player."

You roll your eyes. “Yeah? Well I’m a good player too. Maybe you just haven’t been playing against people on your level.” You say disinterestedly, looking at your nails.

The killer on the phone lets out a low, sinister chuckle. Your confident demeanor seems to be riling him up, which makes you smirk.

"Oh, aren't you special? Thinking you're some sort of expert, huh? Well, let me tell you something. You haven't seen anything yet. I've dealt with plenty of people who thought they were tough, and they all ended up in the same place."

“An expert?” You question, a condescending smile on your face.

“Well let’s see,” you pause as you pretend to think.

“For starters…” you say, standing up. You walk over to your window and look outside.

“I’d assume you’re lurking somewhere in the bushes outside my house.” You offer a wave in the direction of the densely bushed area. “Very cliché, Ghostie.”you tease.

“And then you’ll find a way to break in, and I’ll just be so unsuspecting!” You fake swoon.

“And then you’ll make yourself known, and I’ll scream!” You giggle at yourself a bit.

“And then you’ll chase me, and I’m sure I’ll fall like the weak prey I am. And I’ll cry ‘please mr ghostface, d-d-don’t kill me!’” You mock.

“Is that how the game goes?” You finish, a dark smirk playing on your lips.

There’s a long pause then, and you can tell you’ve really pissed him off. There’s a laugh, but it’s void of any humour.

“You think you’ve got me all figured out don’t you, sweetheart?” The voice chuckles.

“Sure, I like playing by the rules.” His voice drops. “But only because it’s so much fun breaking them.”

You gasp, a genuine look of glee on your face. “Am I special then? You’ll break the rules for little old me?” You tease.

There’s a breathy chuckle on the other end. You can tell you’ve got him riled up.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re not like the others, that’s for sure.” His voice darkens. “Yes, for you, I’ll make an exception.” You raise your eyebrow.

“Well,” you start before your voice drops slightly, dripping with seduction. “Don’t keep me waiting, Mr Ghostface.”

You can tell you’ve caught him by surprise as he lets out a breathy laugh.

“My, my, impatient, are we?” His voice deepens. “I won’t keep you waiting long.”

You bite your lip in excitement before he speaks again. “But I’ll need one thing from you first, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head as you consider it. “And what might that be?”

The killer on the phone lets out a devilish chuckle, his words dripping with dark intent.

"I want you to leave your front door unlocked for me. I don't like wasting time, and I want to get straight to the fun." His words make your heart race in excitement.

“Hmm.” You hum, pretending to think. “Maybe.”

“But you’ll have to do something for me in return.” You decide.

“Oh, really?” He responds, and you smirk when you hear the curiosity in his voice.

“And what would you like in exchange, little mouse?”

You laugh, it’s sultry and breathy. Your cheeks are flushed in excitement.

“Don’t hold back.”

There’s a noise on the other end of the phone, something akin to a growl.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

• —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– •

You hang up the phone as a wild smile splits your lips. You practically skip to your front door before opening it slightly. You turn, making your way into the kitchen, intent on making dinner.

You’re concentrating deeply on cutting vegetables when a floorboard creaks somewhere in the hall between the front door and kitchen. You roll your eyes as you huff a breath of disappointment.

“Fucking amateur.” You sigh, flipping the knife in your hands before launching it into the dark hallway. You smirk at the sound of movement that follows. You grab another knife from the block, flipping it in your hands as you look out into the dark hallway.

You see his silhouette, just metres away, with your knife embedded in the wall just centimetres from him.

“I missed.” You pout.

You’re in a standoff with the killer now. He doesn’t move, and neither do you. You watch him, waiting for him to do something. You frown at the disappointment that bites at your gut.

You launch the knife at him, sighing dejectedly as he narrowly dodges it, before you grab another.

“Crazy bitch.” The gruff voice mutters and you smirk.

“And you’re a fucking disappointment.” You say snidely, and you watch as he storms toward you angrily. A smile plays on your lips before you grab a bag of flour and launch it at him.

You giggle as he growls in frustration, temporarily blinded in his mask, before slipping off upstairs. You’re rather slow about it, despite the fact you know he’ll be after you any moment. You ponder your hiding places, the knife still gripped in your hand.

You choose a small cupboard, easily stepping in before closing it behind you. You hear him trudging up the stairs.

“Come out, naughty little mouse.” He calls, as you smirk. You hear him check every room of your house, looking under furniture. You hear him growing more frustrated, slamming doors and throwing things. He storms past your hiding place again, oblivious, and you roll your eyes before slipping out quietly.

He’s stalking down the hall, his back to you still. You pause, sizing him up while his back is turned. He’s tall, much taller than you. You wonder who’s behind the mask.

You shrug, not too bothered, before creeping up behind him. You press the knife to his back, tutting.

“My, my, did I outwit you? Was the challenge too difficult?” You tease, pressing the knife harder. “I’m disappointed, Ghostie.” You sigh, and you really, genuinely are.

You hear him curse, chuckling darkly.

“Naughty little mouse. Though, I suppose you’re more of a kitten. You’ve got claws” he chuckles in amusement. “You’re a sly one, I’ll give you that. I underestimated you.”

You sigh, tapping your foot in annoyance. “And clearly, I overestimated you.”

It’s that comment that really riles him up, though, because he whirls around suddenly, grabbing your wrist in a death grip before pinning you to a wall. His other hand holds a knife to your throat.

He tuts at you. “Not so cocky now, are you, sweetheart.” He sneers, his voice a low rumble. “Looks like the tables have turned.”

You smile, eyes alight with excitement. You press your throat into the knife slightly, relishing the sting. You chuckle.

“Oh! Is this where I beg you not to kill me?” You tease with a coy smile. He chuckles darkly, pressing the knife harder into your throat.

“I don’t know, are you going to beg for me, pretty girl?” He taunts.

You smirk, watching him through half-lidded eyes. “I don’t know, Ghostie. Is that what gets you off?” You ask slyly. “Or do you prefer girls that fight back?”

You watch with excited eyes as he leans in closer, his mask mere inches from your face.

“That depends, sweetheart. Which do you think is more interesting? The scared little girl who begs for mercy? Or the feisty kitten who puts up a fight?” He purrs, his voice low and dangerous.

You pause as you consider his question.

“Hmm.” You hum. “Neither.”

“Oh?” The curiosity is evident in his voice. You smirk.

“What do you prefer then, sweetheart?” He presses.

“This.” You say, before using your free hand to lift his mask, exposing soft full lips. You don’t waste a second before pressing your lips to his. He doesn’t hesitate, releasing your wrist to grab your jaw in a bruising grip, deepening the kiss. You let him take control with a smirk, desire like wildfire in your veins.

He pulls back, and the only sound that fills the room is both your laboured breathing. You see his lips quirk into a smirk.

“You’re full of surprises aren’t you, sweetheart?” He practically purrs. You bite your lip, your core alight with desire.

“Maybe,” you murmur before pressing your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there. You hear him moan before he grabs your waist, his grip firm and possessive.

You don’t waste a second, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he groans, pressing you into the wall, one of his hands gripping your thigh to hold you.

You pull back, relishing in the sound of his ragged breathing.

“You little minx,” he purrs before tracing the knife along your neck. “You think you’re in control here, don’t you?”

“Am I not?” You taunt, giving him a coy smile. He doesn’t reply, instead kissing your lips harshly, so hard you’re sure they’ll bruise.

You gasp as he bites your lip, hard. You taste iron as it leaks blood. The pain stings but goes straight to your core. He pulls back, grinning, his lips stained red with blood.

“You taste fucking amazing, you know that?” He moans. You watch him with half lidded eyes, grinding your hips onto his hardness. He gasps and you smirk.

“You’re twisted, aren’t you, doll? Just like me.” He purrs. You offer a smile that’s all teeth.

“Maybe.”

He groans, grinding himself into you.

You take his moment of distraction to take the knife from your neck. It’s too easy, his grip lax from distraction. He stills as you point the knife at his chest. You see his heavy breathing beneath his costume. You can practically taste his excitement.

“Take the mask off.” You demand. He chuckles, but doesn’t move. You press the knife harder into him, not quite breaking skin but enough to sting. You hear him hiss before chuckling.

He uses his free hand to pull the mask the rest of the way off and your eyes widen as you see the person behind it.

“Satoru Gojo?” You say incredulously. “I have to say, I’m surprised. I didn’t know a rich kid like you had it in him.” You muse. You take in his face, pleased with his attractive appearance.

His light blue eyes are dark with lust as he looks down at you. He bites his lip, groaning as he grinds into you.

“Don’t let the rich kid facade fool you, sweetheart.” He breaths against your lips.

“There’s more to me that meets the eye.” He purrs before kissing you again.

“You disappointed with my identity doll?” He asks, breaking the kiss. You smirk, shaking your head.

“I know exactly who you are.” He whispers darkly. Your eyes alight with excitement.

“Did you stalk me Sa-To-Ru?” You ask, drawling his name playfully. He groans grinding into you at the sound.

“Yes.” He admits. You moan at the admission, tugging his white hair in your hands. You yank his hair, and he hisses as you force his head back slightly. He watches you with half lidded eyes.

“Did you like what you saw?” Your eyes are wild, he moans at the sight.

“Fuck yes.” He purrs.

Your crazed smile widens. “What did you see?”

“That you, sweetheart, might just be the one woman to match me in every way.” He purrs as you shiver.

You grin a wide smile, letting go of your grip on his hair to hold his face between your hands. “Do you think fate brought us together?”

Satoru's breath hitches momentarily when you grab his face, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering in his eyes. He looks at you intently, his own expression a match for your wildness.

"Fate, destiny, call it whatever you want," he murmurs, drawing closer to you, his voice dripping with a dangerous allure. "But I know one thing for certain, doll."

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a low, tantalizing growl.