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maeedrg · 1 month ago

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Ghostface Gojo x Reader

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Synopsis : In which reader and Gojo desguised as Ghostface play a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Just like in the movies.

Words count : 8.2 k

Warnings : afab reader, smut, pet names, p in v, reader is implied fem once, knife, slight blood, missionary, foreplay, doggy style, creampie, pinning, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), praise and correct me if there should be more warnings.

જ⁀➴ ⠀ׂ Autor’s note : English is not my first language. It’s my first time posting on tumblr ! Hope you like it.

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“What’s your favorite scary movie ?”

Halloween, the day that you celebrated since you were a child. Sometimes, it happened that because of busy missions or other personal problems, you couldn’t celebrate it as you wanted. Nevertheless, this year was your year !

Inside the campus of Jujutsu highschool, songs like Goo Goo Muck were playing loudly in the background, almost making the walls shake the closer they were to the vibrations of the music. Indeed, every year, the campus of Tokyo hosted The Halloween Party. Students, teachers, sorcerers in general, were all happily invited to participate.

Gladly, you accepted. Like the past years. Memories of Highschool come to your mind as you look at some students disguised spookily. You smile : back in the days, you used to do so with Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko. It makes you nostalgic.

Tonight, you dressed up as a broken vintage doll. Pale makeup, dolly eyes, fake broken porcelain on your cheeks and forehead, you followed tutorials on the internet. You were wearing a cute but old and dusty dress. It was sweet, but still had this creepy and uneasy feeling to it. Shoko also played the part, she threw some vampire fangs and added blood on her lips. Nothing much, but hey, at least she participated ! Suguru… of course, it’s been years since you last saw him. Halloween parties had this bitter feeling since he left, even almost 10 years after. And Satoru…

On the contrary, he loved to disguise himself and pull pranks on you, or students. Sadly, he sent you a text this afternoon : the elders threw to his face a last minute mission. And that, exactly at the same time of the party. He wouldn’t be able to attend it. Satoru being your friend (your best friend even), not being by his side this year made you somewhat gloomy. You sulk, bored and annoyed to death by this turn of events. At least this facial expression went well with your outfit. You think…

You continue to talk with some students, smiling as they try to scare you by telling you scary stories while eating candies. You chuckle : it was hard for them to spook you. After all, you were an S grade Sorcerer. How could a silly scary story even make you have goosebumps ? But you still indulged in their shenanigans, thinking it was funny coming from them.

Suddenly, a slow shiver runs down your back. In the end, did their little stories spook you ? You raise an eyebrow to yourself and look around, an eerie feeling in your gut. Your eyes fall on a tall shadow in the corner of the busy room. Someone with a ghostface mask, staring right back at you. You couldn't recognize who it was : after all, many of your fellow coworkers were disguised with masks too. You couldn’t see much, only that they were tall, very tall.

You snap back to your student asking you if you were okay. Well, that was something…

“Hmmm ? Yeah, ‘was just checking around who was at the party,” you answer.

“Is teacher Gojo here ? He never misses Hallowen to pull pranks on us and bring tons of candies !” asks the second student with a smile and a laugh.

You smile at yourself at what the students said. You check your phone : 22h36. You look back at the text that Satoru sent you, sighing as you read it again quickly.

[From Satoru : Hey pookie, sorry can’t be here tonight. Stupid elders sent me out on a mission

Satoru : Keep candies for me, i'll come check on you later in the night, yeah ?]

You look back up at the students.

“Yeah, sorry guys. He is busy on a mission tonight. Let’s hope that next year he will not !” You try to cheer them up, more like you are cheering yourself up.

They continue to talk, meanwhile you look around in a tiny sigh. The ghostface person disappeared from their spot, you frown. Did you imagine things ? You shrug and excuse yourself, going to the snacks table that is closer to the speakers that were sharing the halloween themed music. You actually were in charge of making the playlist, with Satoru. Sadly he is not here to listen to it with you. You plop a candy in your mouth, when all of a sudden you feel a presence behind you. Another student wanting to chat with their favorite teacher ? You wonder.

As you spin around, you are directly met with a wall : more like the torso of someone. You lift your eyes only to see the ghostface of earlier looming over you. Your breath catches in your throat for one second, wondering how he appeared like that out of nowhere.

“Oops, did I scare you ?” they almost purr their sentence, like a mockery.

You squint your eyes. At first, you had no clue who it could be. With the loud music it was almost impossible to distinguish their voice among the ones you know. The person was wearing a tight black shirt, with black jeans. Around their thighs : a long fake knife, like the ones the slashers possessed in the Scream franchise. And of course, the mask. Hiding their identity.

“Just startled me,” you correct.

“Hmm, you sure ? Looks like scared to me, y/n,” they answer, insisting on your name.

For the third time, you frown because of them. Oh, they know you. You felt a bit uncomfortable, unable to really recognize who it was. But you weren’t dumb : your first thought was Satoru, after all who else could be that tall ? But you remember his text, he was out on a mission. 15 minutes ago he even sent you a pic of his face happily smiling at the exploded and defeated curse at his right. Yeah, he finished his missions, but the place he was at is around three hours away from here by car. How could he have reached the campus that fast ?!

Seeing your confusion, they laugh.

“Aw, come on. You wound me here, pookie. Can’t recognize your own friend ?”

Only him could call you that nickname. You tilt your head to the side.

“Satoru… ?”

He slowly lifts his mask, and you are directly met with his striking blue eyes, staring right back at your soul. You don’t know why, but the way he grins at you makes your heart skip a beat.

“Took you long enough.”

“Oh my God, I thought you wouldn’t make it ! What are you doing here ? How come ?” you exclaim, surprised.

He takes one step closer, still holding the mask up his face with his hand.

“Do you even know me ? Nothing is impossible for me. How could I let these old geezers ruin my fun ? You know I love Halloween. The perfect day to pull pranks on my students and favorite person. Couldn’t miss it.”

You roll your eyes and smile at him, relieved to see his familiar face. Now, you were content. Having him by your side was all you needed to have your perfect Halloween. At the same time, Satoru eyes you down as he takes some candies from the snack table and throws them into his mouth.

“I like your costume. A vintage broken doll ? Cute. It suits you. But not scary.”

You smile at his grin, and look down at your outfit as you touch the tissue of the dusty dress.

“Thanks, could say the same for you. Ghostface ? I'm not scared either.”

He chuckles and he narrows his eyes. He licks his lips as he hums. Satoru slides his white locks backwards while he puts back the mask, hiding his wolfish smile at your statement. You felt like he took it as a challenge.

“Oh yeah ? Why not ? He is a slasher, though. Shouldn’t you be scared, y/n ?”

You tilt your head on the side, and then shake it after you analyze his lean figure for the split of a second under his burning gaze. Even with his mask on, you could feel it.

“Easy answer : I'm in the middle of a crowded place full of other fellow sorcerers. If there was an actual slasher, I would say that I'm safe… for now. Not to brag too, but I don't think as an S grade sorcerer it’s a mere murderer that will scare me. I fought way worse,” you explain as a matter of fact.

After all, you were right. You saw things and went into battles against way scarier curses and sorcerers. It’s not some guy with a knife that would defeat you. Satoru, on the other hand, just stands still before laughing at your words.

“I could agree with you, pookie, only if it wasn’t me, the slasher. I don't think you would even stand a chance,” he answers quite confidently. That made you annoyed, but he was mostly right. You knew it. Yet, you had pride, and you couldn’t just let him say these things about you.

“Are you sure of yourself, Satoru ? If it was the case, I wouldn't let myself be an easy victim. Even against you”

“Oh but yes, yes you would be an easy target for me, y/n,” he purrs your name in this arrogant way that makes your skin crawl.

You bite the inside of your cheek, sighing by your nose as you narrow your eyes while glaring at him. You were sure he was grinning like a damn idiot. Always.

“What makes you even think that ?”

“Well, I don’t deny that you are strong, because you are strong. But, even if we take off cursed energy, I think I'll still overpower you in a physical fight.”

That pissed you off. Satoru was the only person that could tell you that, and the only person you would agree with. Even if you were way stronger in physical fight against tons of other sorcerers (you took pride in this skill you built), you knew damn well that Satoru was part of the very few people that could hold your ground. More like winning easily. That was annoying to admit, but in front of Gojo Satoru, it was hard to be better than him in anything considering fights.

“Maybe, yeah. You are not The Strongest for nothing, Satoru. But I’m still confident in my skills. I wouldn’t let you win that easily,” you retort as you cross your arms on your chest.

He steps closer to you, closing the distance as the music continues to play in the background with all the chatting and laughing from the crowd.

“Hmm, I would still win. But hey, if that makes you happy, I’ll toy around with you, letting you think you got the upper hand for a bit. But in the end..,” he starts to say as he leans towards you and then speaks in your ear in his arrogant tone, “I’ll have you dance in the palm of my hand until the final blow. Yeah ?”

You shiver at his last sentence. You were used to Satoru being blunt in general, even more when talking about cursed energy and fighting skills. Sometimes, it could even be seen as mean, but you were used to it. He never meant it like that. For him, he was just telling the truth. Yet, this time it felt different. As if he was saying these things on purpose. He then taps gently, like you were a child, your head.

“Don’t look at me like that, doll, ‘m just telling the reality of things,” he feigns innocence as he uses this new nickname. Logical, with your costume.

“Right, I'm the helpless victim,” you say sarcastically.

“You are.” He hums before he suddenly grabs your arm and makes you follow him quickly out of the crowded room. At each step in the corridor, the music becomes less and less loud, along with the light. The hallway of the school was only illuminated by the moonlight outside, giving an eerie atmosphere.

“What are you doing ? Don't tell me you took your ghostface role at heart and now you wanna stab me in a dark corner ?” you ask confused with a nervous chuckle. Nervous ? Why were you even nervous ? It was Satoru, after all. Your best friend for years now. Not some random stranger.

He stops and lets your arm go as you both are standing in this gloomy dark corridor. The windows at your left were letting some light caress your skin, and the tall figure of Satoru. His mask even shines with the reflection of the moon.

“Don’t be stupid, doll. I just wanted to be alone with you. The loud music and all these people made me have a starting headache.” He explains himself as he takes off his mask and lets it rest on the side of his head. His blue orbs gaze at you, up and down.

You smile softly. You knew how overwhelming things could get for Satoru. With his Six eyes, he would have quickly a tsunami of informations. It’s for that he always had his blindfold on. Many times, during your friendship through the years, you ended up massaging his head to ease and smooth the throbbing pain of his headache when things got too overwhelming for him. So, you directly believed his words.

“Or maybe I just wanted to kill you secretly…,” he continues, not letting you have the time to answer.

You scoff as you roll your eyes and nudge him. As you do so, you touch his skin : he didn’t have his infinity on.

“Yeah, of course. Or maybe to pull one of your pranks or silly jokes on me.”

“Maybe I would, only if… you are scared,” he whispers his last words as he gets closer and winks at you, playfully.

“I’m not scared,” you answer, laughing. At the same time, he disappears and teleports somewhere else, leaving you alone in the darkness of the place. You directly stop your laugh.

“Are you ?” he says from behind you. You jump slightly at his presence in your back, and you lift your head up only to see white and black. Satoru was wearing the ghostface mask again.

“Fuck- no. I'm sure.”

A low ramble makes his chest vibrate. He scoffs and then slowly, in a step by step way, walks in circles around you. You need to turn your head and eyes to follow his movements.

“You look… tense, y/n. Seems like you are lying to me, am I right ?” he says in a less lighthearted tone. The atmosphere started to change, and you just told yourself that it was one of his halloween pranks. Surely.

“I was just surprised, nothing more, nothing less.”

Satoru hums, and then swiftly slides the knife out of the thigh pocket he was wearing. He toys with it, the glim of the moon reflecting on the metal. It looked almost real, but you knew better.

“So, you are not scared. I see.” He continues to circle you, slowly coming closer, sometimes slightly touching your skin or clothes with his own body.

“Why would I be ?” You retort.

“Sweet y/n. I thought you were smarter. Didn’t you watch the Scream movies ? You should know better than being here, all alone, with no one around that could hear your cries or come save you, when you are stuck with the murderer. You are the victim here.”

“Satoru, I’m not the helpless victim.”

“Awww. Wanna bet ? It would be.. fun.” He stops right in front of you, still playing with the knife, twirling it around easily like a pro. You swallow your saliva, feeling goosebumps on your arms. When did the corridor suddenly become so cold ?

“You don’t wanna play that game.”

“Your reversed psychology trick will not work on me, y/n. You are the one that is scared to play that game. Scared to lose. Because you know that I will win.”

You could swear you saw the blue shine of his eyes through the black orbs of the mask. You bite your lower lip, adrenaline slowly heating up your body, with a mix of… challenge. You look at the metal of the weapon, then slowly back at him. Satoru knew exactly what buttons to push to make you speak, to indulge you into something. Just like him, it was pride. With the years, he learnt how to make you dance in the palm of his hand when he wanted something from you. Of course, he never used it badly. He truly and genuinely cared about you, and would never intentionally hurt you. But right now, it feels bad. Bad, yes, but strangely in an exciting way. You lick your teeth as you sigh.

“Don’t think I'll let you win like that.”

“Of course I know you wouldn’t. You like to give me a challenge. You are one of the very few people that can in this world, isn’t it right, doll ?”

Even if you weren’t as strong as Satoru, the fact that you could understand his condition as the strongest bonded you both more than you could ever imagine. He was obviously referring to that. After Suguru deflected, you were the only one to be able to keep up with him no matter how hard it got. You both kept each other on your toes : in skills, battles, relationships, and life in general. His words went right through you.

“It is, Satoru.”

“Good, good. Then how about I'll be nice for starters, and let my sweet hopeless victim some time to run away from me ? Not like it would really help you, but I like to give you hope.”

He was toying with you like a cat would do with a mouse. He didn’t mean it in a mean way, but in a provocative way.

“Im ready.” You decide to accept the challenge, stepping back. He smiles, a big smile behind his mask. Not like you could see it. He steps back himself and bites his lower lip out of excitement.

“I’ll give you 30 seconds. One, two…”

You nod, and without thinking you spin around and run as fast as you could in the corridor. Of course, this little game wasn't about a real fight. If you both indulged in such things, the campus would be long gone and destroyed to dust. It was a chase, a game of hunting. Who would break first. If you will be able to be fast enough to escape this new fate of yours. He wanted you to be the victim ? Then you will play so. Actually, it was funnier than you thought.

You were in a rush of adrenaline as you turned in the maze of corridors of the empty school. After studying here for years, and being a teacher, you knew the campus like the back of your hand. But, Satoru too. And escaping from his Six eyes was nearly impossible. Yet, you took the challenge.

As you continue to run, thinking where to hide (if possible a place where you have enough free room to escape if he finds you), your phone vibrates. You check it up and see that it’s a hidden number. It doesn't take long for you to know that it’s Satoru. You decide to indulge him and answer the phone, whispering in case he would hear you in the corridor and locate you :

“I think you have the wrong number.”

“Do I ?” his voice resonates through the line.

“It happens. Take it easy,” you answer, exactly the same lines as in the movie, and then hang up. You enter the library : with all the shelves full of books, it would be easier to slide in between them to hide and escape.

Your phone vibrates again. It’s the hidden number.

“Do you like scary movies ?” Suddenly asks Satoru.

“Uh-huh,” you answer as you roam through the library carefully, trying to sense any presence. You were alone.

“What's your favorite scary movie ?” Satoru asks with a more flirty voice. You smile at that.

“I don't know.” Of course you know. But, you wanted to act like the character in the movie, to follow the script. It was all just a game… right ?

“You have to have a favorite,” continued Satoru, you could hear his soft breath through the line. He was walking calmly.

“Uh...Halloween. You know, the one with the guy with the white mask who just sorta walks around and stalks the baby sitters. What's yours ?”

“Guess.”

“Uh...NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET,” you half whisper half scream, giggling slightly at yourself for remembering so well the lines of the movie. Maybe you watched it way too many times at night to spook yourself. Alone, or with your friends. You even did once with Satoru, Suguru and Shoko back in the highschool days.

“Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers ?” Satoru fake asks, still walking so so calmly, and slowly. You could hear it by the way his steps sounded at the other side of the line. You didn't know where he was, so you carefully checked around the library. Still no one. Just in case, you change your hiding spot.

“Yeah...Freddy Krueger.”

“Freddy-that's right. I liked that movie. It was scary.”

“The first one was, but the rest sucked.”

Satoru makes a pause, before you hear his voice again. You feel your heart beating faster and your anxiety growing. Yet, this feeling felt… weirdly good.

“So, you got a boyfriend ?”

Even if he was just replicating the lines of the movie, the way he said it and these particular words made you flustered. You didn’t know why. Or maybe you just didn't want to know why you did. You always thought it was better like that in between Satoru and you. Yet, it felt like you both were crossing a line that no one dared to really cross this past years.

“Why ? You wanna ask me out on a date ?

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend ?” he asks again, this time more seriously.

“No.” You swallow your saliva. You were hiding behind a shelf, one that let you see the door and if someone was entering the place. Another silence before Satoru continues :

“You never told me your name.” You knew where this was going, making your blood pressure escalate.

“Why do you want to know my name ?” You didn't even realize, but your voice was shakier now. Fuck, really ? You curse internally.

“Because I want to know who I'm looking at.” You wanted to know if he was really watching you without you knowing, or if Satoru was just saying the line of the movie and nothing more. Chills and goosebumps, again. You felt like it was the first option. Yet, you couldn’t see him. You were alone in the library… you thought.

You rarely saw Satoru get excited in battles. Usually, it was boring for him. But God, the very few times you saw that unhinged expression on his face when he had fun fighting : you got the chills, happy to not be on the receiving hand of his madness. But now, you were the target. And heavens, it was probably scarier than any curse you ever fought.

“Don’t hang up on me”. His voice resonates again through the phone. You frown, you didn't hear his voice in the library. So the question was : was he really watching you ? You felt watched, stalked even. Maybe you were just getting paranoid.

“Gotta go”. You hang up the phone nonetheless. Shit, you were stressed as fuck now. You take a deep breath to both calm yourself, and to be sure you made no noise. You squint your eyes in the darkness, but there was still no cursed energy around you or any malicious presence.

It’s as if this game with Satoru wasn’t a game anymore. But a real hunt. The phone rings again, you almost jump of surprise. You really were getting on your own nerves.

“I told you not to hang up on me,” drawls Satoru, a hint of dangerous playfulness in his voice. He wasn’t joking anymore.

“What do you want, Satoru ?”

“Nuh-uh, doll. You gotta play the game and not know my name. Where is the fun then ? Try again…” This asshole was toying with you. You sigh through your nose, now sitting against the shelf on the cold floor. You play with the hem of your dress to distract yourself.

“What do you want ?” you repeat again, like in the movie.

“To talk.”

“Dial someone else, okay ?”

“You getting scared ?” he taunts you sweetly.

“No- bored.”

Normally, the character of the movie hangs up the phone after this line. You didn’t. Because you knew what happened once she did : he would call her again, this time angry, and threatening. You didn't want to get to that part, because it felt way too real now. You check again around you in case there was someone. Nobody. Yet, you still heard Satoru walk on the other side of the line, soft steps on the ground. Was he walking in circles ?

“Aren’t you gonna ask me what I really want, hmm ?” he asks again, waiting for you to dance more in the palm of his hand and fall in his trap. But what trap ? Maybe there was no trap. He was just playing around, to spook you. Satoru always loved pulling pranks on Halloween, after all.

You started to grow impatient. Minutes went on, you still didn't see one hair of Satoru. Maybe if you ended the lines of the movie, he would finally show up. Once he would, you could put an end to this game and go back to the main party.

“What do you want ?” you end up asking again, this time standing up from your spot. He laughs, and then he stops walking.

“I could answer “TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE !”. But, y/n, you know that it’s not what I’m really looking for, right ?”

You don’t answer, letting him continue.

“I think you know the answer.”

“I don’t.” You think you don’t.

“Well… it’s you.” He hangs up.

You breathe faster, and you slowly put down your phone in your dress pocket. He wasn’t here, you were sure of it. Yet…. You shake your head, on guard, and step back slowly to have a better look at your surroundings. The fifth step, your back hurts something- no, someone. Your reflex was fast and sharp, but not as fast as him. The knife, a long sharp knife that was nothing fake but damn real, was on your throat. Your breath stops for a second.

“Caught you.”

You swiftly try to turn around and kick him, but you almost forgot who you were fighting against. He turns you around as he grabs your arm and brutally pins you against the shelf. Your arm was now behind your back, his hand firmly squeezing your wrist to leave you no room. Your torso and face were pressed against the books in front of you. You groan. It was impossible to move, you even felt his infinity press you harder against the cold wood of the shelf. Not to add the sharp knife grazing your throat.

“Come on, you know you can’t do anything, y/n. You are the hopeless victim, I told you so. Yet you didn't believe me… look where it brings you.”

“You fucking asshole.” You grit in between your teeth. Your pride took a tool, and you were pissed. It made you insult your own best friend.

“Aw, so mean. I’m not.” He taps his finger on your wrist, getting closer to your ear.

“You are ! This is a real knife, I thought it was a fake one. You lied to me.”

“Lie ? I never lied, because I never told you it was fake.”

“It’s a real knife, Satoru. And in your hands, it’s a very dangerous tool.” You breathe out as he chuckles. At the corner of your eyes you could perceive his ghostface mask.

“And ? It’s your problem, not mine, doll.” He turns off his infinity, now you could feel his torso against your back.

“Fuck you !”

“Oh, but we will,” he jokes, maybe. You don’t think it’s a joke.

“What do you really want, Satoru ? This is not funny anymore,” you say again, annoyed as you make a second attempt to move away, but he firmly keeps you straight up.

You could use your cursed energy to escape. It might work. But you didn't want to destroy the library. So you suck it up. He toys again with the knife against your throat, never really touching harshly your skin : just soft caresses to taunt you.

“Who said it would be funny for you ? It is for me, though. And I already answered, y/n. What I want... is you.” He smacks his tongue in his mouth, doing a small noise of slight annoyance at your cluelessness.

You frown. You ? In what way did he mean that ? Was it again one of his jokes ? Satoru liked to sometimes flirt with you, using his charms in a fake arrogant way. It was all part of the dynamic of your friendship. Yet here, it had this double meaning that you couldn’t ignore. You started to sweat.

“What-” You don’t have the time to finish your question when suddenly Satoru loosens his grip on your wrists and lets you go. You stumble forwards but stabilize yourself quickly in front of this new liberty and turn around, stepping back dizzily from all the adrenaline.

“Run.” He simply says.

“Satoru, I’m not playing that game anymore-”

He takes one step closer, playing with the knife dangerously. The moonlight slightly shines on his figure, a dark contrast with the rest of the library.

“Y/n, come on. You know you need to escape. Or else…” He shakes his head.

Your gut and instinct scream to you that you need to get out. Your body, without any more seconds, works again and makes you run. You dash towards the door, but Satoru suddenly teleports in front of it. You curse to yourself and decide to escape into the maze of the shelves of the library. He laughs at your attempt.

“You can run, but you can’t hide,” he hums, licking his lips.

Your heart is hammering, fast, loudly. You feel dizzy from fear, and utter stress. A pool of heat travels your body to your legs. You slide in the shelves, and Satoru keeps appearing and disappearing behind them. You breathe heavily, big inspirations rhythming your respiration. He was just having fun, finally having a fight that made him excited. But it wasn't a fight : it was a damn hunt ! Your own hunt.

He suddenly appears in front of you.

“Boo !”

In front of your look of horror, he explodes of laughter, and suddenly rushes towards you. He was so fast you just had one second to dash on the other side of the library. Again, like a kid with his toy, he catches you with such easiness and pushes you against a table, making some books scatter on the floor. You let out a gasp of surprise.

“You scared ?” he whispers while leaning towards you.

Your eyes were wide open, and, yes. Yes, you were scared. Yet it was strange. A dangerous one, in between knowing Satoru for years, that he would never really hurt you. And in between the fact that you never could really know. It was exciting. Endearing, even. Both of you had horrible fun in this game, but you weren't ready to admit it.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes…” He continues as he keeps you restrained against the table, before taking off his mask and throwing it on the side. His hair was messy, some sweat from the warmth of the mask on his forehead, and then his eyes... God, his eyes ! You never saw them in that electric shade of blue before. You knew that his Six eyes were analyzing every inch of your skin, of your reaction, of your beating heart and heavy breath. His smirk was wild, big, unhinged.

“What eyes ?” you finally answer, biting your lower lip to control your nervousness.

“As if you wanted something bad, but you don’t have the guts to ask.” Satoru licks his lips, eyes roaming up and down your body before landing back on your face. He then grabs his knife and uses it to tilt your chin towards him. You swallow hard.

“Something bad ? Yet you are the one that said you wanted me. Don’t reverse the situation, Satoru,” you snap back, narrowing your eyes and smirking slightly.

His eyes widen, but then he smiles. He stabs the knife on the table, right next to you. He thought that it was alright, he had enough money to buy the campus a new one. In an instant, he flips you over and bends you on the table, grabbing your throat and forcing your back against his torso.

“I love playing with you, y/n. You really are the only one that can get me excited. I have to give you that.”

“You are quite eccentric, Satoru. You get easily bored, it’s hard to keep up with you.”

“And you never failed me, never. ‘M kinda proud, y’know ?” he chuckles in your ear, tapping his finger against your throat as his minty breath caresses the skin of your neck.

“Well, you are welcome,” you answer through your teeth, trying to keep down your heavy exhales. This situation was making you crazy. Were you thinking straight ? Was he too ?

“Chasing you down is an amazing feeling. We gotta do that again, right ?” he purrs as he gently kisses your neck. “Sweet”, he whispers at the taste of your skin. The heat in your body increases.

“Again ? This chase wore me out.”

“Do you ? Yet it’s still not done… I’m not finished with you.” He turns your head, so you can look at him.

Now you understand why the enemies of Satoru, curses or sorcerers, begged him for mercy.

“Still not ?”

“Nuh-uh.” He smiles, and then looks down at the way you were biting your lips earlier. You didn't even realize that it was bleeding. His pupils blow out, and then without any warning, he presses his lips to yours, tasting the metallic taste on his tongue. You couldn’t register what happened that he already slightly backed away.

“You have to be careful, doll. The hopeless victim shouldn’t hurt themself. Only the murderer can. That’s the rule.”

You didn’t want him to have the upper hand on the situation, not like that. You take the opportunity that his infinity is turned off to swiftly free one of your hands, and then grab his collar before smashing your lips against his in a heated kiss. You did it, after years of subtle flirting, dangerous closeness and ambiguity, you crossed the line. At first, he looks happily surprised by your move. But he quickly puts his palms on your cheeks and deepens the kisses, turning you around to face him. He hums of approval against your mouth, moving his lips with desperation for more. With need, you part your lips to let his tongue enter your mouth.

The heated make out makes you both lost in the moment. His left hand caresses your body, at first safely, then dangerously more intimately. You do the same, grabbing his white locks that you always dreamed of touching like that. His skin was so smooth, and warm. Warm like what was happening in between your legs.

He presses himself against your hips, his cold fingers sliding under your dress and hinching on your burning thighs. He lets out a rumble that is captured by your lips. For a second, he stops the kiss to softly lick your neck while playing with the helm of your panties. His eyes meet yours, asking for approval as you moan at his teasing.

“You good with that ?”

You could just breathe out a poor “yeah”, way too caught up in the need and want of his fingers on you. He grins, biting his lower lip as he uses his thumbs to press on the wet patch of your underwear. You let out a burning exhale, and with his other hand he unbuttons the top of your dress, letting out your breast to the fresh air of the night. In the moment, you felt no shame about your body, no matter your insecurities, no embarrassant, nothing of that. Just : desire, need, love and insatiable passion.

“That’s my girl.” His voice vibrates against your breast as he softly kisses it and licks it, sucking on your nipple while maintaining eye contact. Each time you looked away, he would stop his thumb from moving on your panties, just to force you to stare right back at him for him to continue.

It was torture, teasing you like that through your cloth, not letting you have the relief you ached for. In a tortured whimper of need and despair, you call his name. You were angry at the way he was taunting you.

“So impatient…” He muses, and immediately takes off your panties in a swift motion. All at once, he makes you lay on the table and gets in between your thighs ; grabbing them strongly and parting them. Your dress rides up, letting your flesh exposed to his hungry eyes. You just have the time to lift yourself on your elbow to try to look at what was happening, that Satoru went straight down and kissed your throbbing clit.

You let your head fall, scoffing a moan of relief. But you had no time to breathe. The man was starved. He was hungry, and you just gave him the tastiest dessert of all. You always knew that Satoru had a sweet tooth, but never thought that one day his unsuitable need for sweets would be about you.

“This is where you’re weak, right ?” he says, his voice rumbling against you before he digs in between your thighs.

He licks all the way from your hole to your bundle of nerves, and sucks it till you squirm, before licking it as if it was his last meal. The expression “eating you out” made all its sense with Satoru. Every drop of your juice : he drank it. He latched on your folds, tortured your poor sweet clit, and slowly ravished your hole with his long and slender fingers. At this point, you just were a moaning mess, but a oh so captivating moaning mess. You were seeing stars the moment he used his infinity to make it buzzle like a toy on your cunt.

He continues to force you to keep eye contact. He couldn’t miss one second of your delectable facial expression, the way your lips parted, how your eyes got hazier, your voice cracking… It was torture, but such a fucking good torture.

The moment you reach your high, legs shaking and an explosion in your lower stomach, you dig your nails in his broad shoulders. He chuckles, riding your orgasm as he continues to softly lick you. Only after some seconds, he stops, kissing now your inner thighs like a praise for doing so well. You tried to catch your breath, you never felt something so strong before. Satoru rises on his feet and looms over you, kissing your lips to make you taste yourself. You feel him grinning against your mouth, mind still on cloud nine.

“Now sweetheart, run.” He suddenly says, stepping back to let you have the room to do so.

You looked at him confused, not understanding what he meant as you were still panting heavily.

“Y/n, I told you to run. I’m letting you escape.” He continues, this time taking off the knife from the table and twirling it around menacingly.

You didn't get what was happening, but you decided to follow what he said. Danger screaming you it was time. Your mind was still hazy, so you tried to stand up from the table, your dress falling back on your thighs, yet your legs were incredibly shaky.

You do some weird steps to run away, one, two, three, and fou- your escape is cut short as he grabs you back and yanks you this time on the small couch of the library. The one that normally students used to sit on to read some books. You were now laying on it, Satoru stradling you dangerously. You don’t know how, but he was wearing back the ghostface mask.

“Sorry sweetheart, just wanted to play with you.”

He takes off his shirt in one go, chuckling as he presses his painfully hard erection against you while he opens your legs, humming at the nasty sight.

“Satoru, you damn asshole ! Stop playing with me…” you struggle to say, panting.

He bucks his hips against yours, taking off your dress to admire your soft skin and how your body looked under his.

“Yet you love it. Right ?”

You just glare at him. You didn’t have to answer, he knew your response. It was obviously yes. He smiles to himself before grinding his clothed cock against your wet pussy.

“Yeah, you do…” he whispers to himself before sliding up his mask slightly to be able to kiss you, swallowing your answer as he unbuckles his belt and zips down his pants.

“Are you okay with no condom ?” You ask in between kisses.

“I don’t have one, but I'm clean, no worries, pookie.”

You laugh at how unsexy he just called you.

“I’m too.”

“What a perfect duo we are.” He coos, deepening the kiss.

He bites your lower lip, showing you to let him have access to your sweet tongue. The moment you do, you feel his hard dick finally grinding on your flesh, skin to skin. The mix of his precum and your juices makes it drip down your ass. He continues to tease you like that, making you beg for more, until he finally complies and softly enters you. At first, it’s sweet, inch by inch, making sure you are comfortable enough. He breathes out your name, moaning a curse at how good and tight you felt. If he could, he would stay inside forever.

“Fuck, I could die inside that pussy.” You moan at his words, you thought the same in the heat of the moment.

Once you showed that your body was now used to it, he grins and puts back his mask, suddenly grabbing your waist and then slamming his hips against yours. You choke, almost, and arch your back as he directly hits your sweet spot. He ravishes with no mercy your gummy walls. Each thrust goes deeper and harder, sometimes changing the path to make your head spin. He presses you down, parting even more your legs to leave him enough free room to handle you as he pleases.

“You doing so good for me- yeah ? I did well to- fuck, to buy the fucking ghost face mask on last minute.” He grits in between his teeth, his respiration growing heavier. You were panting too.

“Couldn’t have found anything better.” You mutter in between choked moans at his hard thrusts. You truly were going crazy of pleasure, your walls twitching around his cock. He chuckles a “yeah” and sucks his lip in between his canines, trying to suppress his own sounds to not be too loud.

He flips you around, lifting your ass and putting your face against the couch. He slaps, once, twice your left cheek. It was already red from the strength of his hand. He digs his fingers in your hips, slamming harder your cunt to fuck you to oblivion. It would for sure leave bruises at this rate. You couldn’t even have coherent thoughts, Satoru was just fucking you stupid. Dicking you down so good you could be in Heaven.

At the same time, Saroru hears a student passing by the corridor to return back to his dorm. He directly lifts your torso up and slams his hand against your mouth to prevent you from making any noise. Your moans get muffled now, as your sticky back is glued to his skin.

“Shh y/n, wouldn’t want you to alert anybody. Try to keep it down, yeah sweetie ?”

You didn't even understand what he was implying. You were far too gone into pleasure to realize that someone was passing outside the library. You just nod, like a dumb puppet. Satoru slides off his mask and bites hard on your shoulder, trying to calm his sounds of pleasure. His strong arms encircle you ; one around your waist, the other grabbing your breast and playing with the nipple. Your eyes almost rolled down your skull the moment he was bullying your G spot. You bite on his hand, contracting all your muscles to try to not let loose completely.

The moment the hallway is free of anybody, Satoru finally lets his hand go out of your mouth and he kisses your cheek.

“Bravo, y/n. Should I reward you ?” he whispers in your ear, panting.

You simply nod, nothing more nothing less. He grins at how far lost you were. He was jealous, Satoru was still trying to keep control of the situation for your own sake. But once he would let you cum, he was thinking of how he would just finally let it go and pound you until he ascended heavens. He wasn’t the honored one for nothing, after all. He smirks to himself as he then slides his thumb in between your folds and comes to play with your overstimulated clit while he destroys your insides with his dick.

The moment you become so lost in the pleasure that you dig your nails on his arms, he inhales your scent as he slams his cock right where you wanted him to, and accelerates his path. It was too much for you, you cum finally, hardly, whole body a shaking mess. You even feel hot tears trailing down your burning cheeks, smudging your makeup.

Yet, Satoru doesn’t stop. He finally lets go : something hard to do when being The Strongest. This time, he ravishes you with no more thoughts, finally chasing down his own orgasm. He turns you around and supports you against him, lifting you up. To not fall, he grabs your ass, and you circle his waist with your legs. You hold onto him, while he is too busy slamming again and again and all over again his cock in your dripping cunt.

“Fuck- can I come inside ? Please, can I-” he asks with a shaky voice, clearly out of himself. You try to think straight, remembering that you were using birth control, so you simply nod and whimper a poor yes.

The moment you accept, Satoru clearly loses control. The following seconds, as he continued to chase down his orgasms, he suddenly threw his head back and cums. Thick white loads of cum splashes inside your walls, and he whispers your name like a prayer that would open the gates of the Garden of Eden. He muffles his own moans by kissing you senseless.

Satoru sits back down on a loud thud on the couch, you still on him. You fall on his lap, both of you trying to catch back your breath. Everything was blurry around you, aside from the blue orbs of Satoru staring right back at your face while you were basking in the afterglow of sex. He smiles and kisses your forehead so so softly. You butterfly open your eyelids, smiling back at him.

“round 2 ?” he asks cheekily with a hoarse voice.

You roll your eyes, nudging him.

“What the fuck- Satoru, already ? We are in the school library,” you half complain, resting your head on his neck. He chuckles, playing with the skin of your back.

“I can teleport us in an empty dorm. ‘M not tired, I want more.”

“Seriously ?”

“This pussy got me on a chokehold, baby.”

You end up laughing at his words, he smirks at that. You sigh and lift back your head.

“Alright, round 2.”

“And round 3, then 4, then 5…”

“Hold down your dick, Satoru.”

After again some playful banter, you find yourself ready for an endless night with Satoru inside an unused dorm of the campus. He of course took back the knife, wanting to keep it for good use later, then your dress, panties, and his shirt. Erasing any clue that could show that you both ended up there.

Yet, on purpose or on accident, on the cold floor of the library remains the ghost face mask laying down. The waking sun shines on the white of the mask, proving that indeed someone was here during this Halloween night.

If every Halloween ended up like that : getting tracked down by your best friend disguised as an horror movie character, then getting fucked senseless till the end of the night… Well, you would gladly do it all over again every year.

***

“What’s your favorite scary movie ?”

“Shut up Satoru, it’s 7 am. Let me fucking sleep.”

“Sorry, sorry, geez. Good night.”

THE END

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