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"Satoru, that has to be the stupidest idea I've ever heard."
Satoru lifts his sunglasses to give you a short glare before Suguru comes to his rescue by saying, "Oh, come on. You've heard plenty of stupider things come out of his mouth."
You roll your eyes, "More like I've heard more stupid things come out of your mouth. Stupider isn't even a word."
Suguru mirrors your look, rolling his eyes dramatically before flicking your forehead with his index finger. You immediately retaliate by slapping him on the arm, but he continues, "Whatever. It's not that bad of an idea, but I have a better one, so I'm gonna stick with that."
You can sense the twinkle is Satoru's eye when he says, "Please, enlighten us with your better idea, Sensei."
Suguru ignores him, choosing to give you a sly eye, "I'll tell you later. I want Y/N to be surprised when she sees it."
You frown, "I don't like surprises."
"I know."
You clench your jaw, annoyed that he's refusing to tell you. You're about to bring something up that you think is rather important, but Satoru beats you to it by asking in a confused tone, "Wait, I thought we were all gonna dress up together. Like as a trio."
You raise your eyebrow in Suguru's direction, glad that Satoru brought it up. Every Halloween, the three of you dress up in coordination to attend Shoko's annual Halloween party. You figured that it would be the same this year.
Suguru pauses for a moment, seemingly trying to choose his words wisely, before he says, "We can still be a duo if you want to, but Y/N's gonna be out of the loop this year."
Your eye twitches when he pats your shoulder condescendingly, "Sorry, babe."
Truthfully, you're not as bothered as you should be, mainly because you hate the costumes that they choose every year. Rather, you're particularly annoyed that they're not including you on purpose. You uncross your legs and turn the other way, recrossing them so that you're facing away from where Suguru is sitting on the couch beside you.
Folding your arms over your chest, you huff and look away, "That's fine. I don't want to be associated with whatever your dumbass comes up with this year anyway. I can finally wear something hot and not have to worry about a stupid blow-up costume that pairs with yours and makes noises whenever I walk."
Suguru scoots over and tries to put his arm around you, but you shrug it off.
"Aw, come on, baby, don't be like that. You loved last years costume. You looked so cute in it."
"I looked like an idiot."
Satoru makes an offended noise, "We wore the same costume last year!"
"You looked like an idiot, too."
Suguru tries to put his arm around you again, and this time you let him because you know he won't leave you alone until you do. He leans down and presses a wet kiss onto the crown of your forehead as he says, "The cutest idiot."
Satoru gasps in a girlish tone, "Suguru, you're too kind!"
You roll your eyes and obnoxiously wipe off the spit residue that he left on your skin as you push him away so that you can stand up.
They both look up at you when Suguru says, "Wait, where are you going? Did I actually upset you?"
You turn to walk out, answering truthfully, "No, I've got work to do. I'll see you guys later."
As you walk away, you hear Satoru say quietly, "I think you hurt her feelings."
Suguru replies, "Nah, she's probably grateful. Besides, this is for her benefit. Wanna hear my plan?"
They're too far away for you to be able to hear the rest of their conversation, but it honestly has you intrigued. What does he mean 'your benefit'?
--
You're in the middle of an interesting paragraph in your book when your door creaks open. You don't even look up, already knowing who it is when you say, "May I help you?"
Suguru trots through the door frame, closing it softly behind him, "Whatcha doing?"
Still not looking up, you reply, "What's it look like?"
He doesn't respond, instead coming to sit at the foot of your bed. He messes with your blanket for a second, moving it from where you had it so that he could wrap it around himself, making your eye twitch in the process.
You grab your bookmark to hold your place as you close the book and set it down, finally looking up at him to say, "Did you just come in here to mess with my stuff?"
You brace yourself for a clever comeback, but instead, he asks genuinely, "Did I really upset you back there?"
You frown, already forgotten about the exchange from before, "Huh?"
Suguru sighs and flops down flat on your bed, his head now laying beside your thighs. He looks up at you and says, "I don't know. Satoru just said you seemed upset after I said we weren't having a matching costume this year. I just wanted to check on you."
You stare down at him and say, "I mean, I was a little hurt that you didn't ask me if I wanted to match this year."
Suguru is still quiet, so you add on with a light-hearted laugh, "But it's not going to keep me up at night if that's what you're asking."
He hums for a moment, and then it's quiet again. You watch him for a second more before you go to pick your book back up. Before you can actually open it, he says, "I'm sorry for not including you. I didn't even think about it like that. I just had a really good idea and I wanted to surprise you with it."
You sigh and put your book away for good. You scoot down from your sitting position to where you can lay down fully beside him. Staring up at the ceiling like he is, you say, "Suguru, it seriously isn't a big deal."
He ignores you, continuing, "And I know you hate the costumes we choose each year, so I thought this year you could pick something out that you actually want to be."
You turn over on your side to face him, "You're thinking too hard about this."
He turns his head, "I know."
You give him a soft smile, "Thank you for checking on me though, that was very sweet of you."
He gives you a hesitant look before he overcompensates by saying in an obnoxious tone, "I know, I'm just the most considerate person in the entire world."
You suppress a smile and roll your eyes at his reply.
Knowing that he's not going to answer, you ask, "So, what's your big surprise anyway? I wasn't kidding when I said I didn't like them, so you might as well go ahead and tell me."
He sits up and says playfully, "Look at you with the manipulation tactics. You know I'm not going to tell you."
You follow him up, "Oh, come on, it's not manipulation."
"Uh huh, sure it's not. Besides, I know you don't like surprises, but you're going to like this one. I swear."
Not wanting to go into the Halloween party completely blind, you ask for a hint, "Is the surprise your costume, or is it something associated with your costume?"
You smirks, "It's the costume."
You huff, "You're probably just going to go naked with a piece of cloth hanging in front of your dick. You'd call it a sexy caveman or something stupid like that."
He tilts his head, "You wish."
You do wish, but you couldn't handle all of the other party goers ogling him. You don't say that out loud though, not wanting him to get a bigger ego than already possible.
You lean back against your headboard as he says, "Have you got any ideas on what you want to be yet?"
You think for a second before you reply, "Probably a vampire or something like that."
"A slutty one, right?"
You scoff, "Obviously."
He looks over at you with hearts in his eyes, "God, I love you so much."
"You're talking with your dick."
He gives you a wounded look and moves closer to you, pulling you into his chest. He pecks your cheek and says, "and my heart, don't be so vulgar."
You let out a laugh before turning your head and giving him a small kiss. You say against his lips, "Stupid." Then you add shortly after, "I love you too, I guess."
--
"So what time do you think everyone is gonna get here?"
Shoko shrugs her shoulders as she continues to put on eyeliner, "I don't know, maybe like thirty minutes? The guys should get here later though since they're bringing the back-up alcohol."
Every year on Halloween, you stay at Shoko's place the night before her party to help her get the house ready for everyone. Suguru and Satoru usually stay as well, but Suguru was getting way too serious about his costume. He didn't want you to see him getting ready, so he insisted that they don't spend the night this year.
It was a little annoying at first, but it was rare that you got to hang out with Shoko without the both of them up your ass, so it was a nice change in the end.
You shrug on your bustier, fiddling with the straps when Shoko says, "Does Suguru know what your costume looks like?"
You continue to look down, adjusting everything to your liking as you reply, 'Nah, he just knows I'm a vampire." You look up to make eye contact with her through the mirror, "Why?"
Shoko stares you up and down for a second before grinning slightly and going back to her eyeliner, "He's gonna pass out."
You laugh at her reaction before seriously asking, "Do I really look alright?"
Shoko sets down her eyeliner, finally finished, before she turns around and sticks you with a glare, "You look fucking hot, and honestly, I'm a bit jealous, so don't ask that stupid shit again."
You smile, appreciating her harsh honesty, "Thank you for those such kind words, Shoko." Then adding, "You look really hot, too."
"I know."
You walk over to her desk and pick up the small vial of fake blood. Holding it up and staring at it, you ask, "Should I put blood on or is it overkill?"
Without hesitation, Shoko asks, "Is it edible?"
You frown and search for a warning on the vial. Not seeing anything with the word 'toxic', you respond, "Uh, yeah. I think so. Why?"
"Put some dripping out of your mouth and then around your neck. That should be good."
"You don't think that's too much?"
"No, Suguru will think it's hot."
It's like she can sense your judgement so she adds "Just do it and trust me on this."
You eye her wearily, considering her words for just a moment before sighing and sitting down to get to work.
--
People have been arriving for the last thirty minutes, but you have yet to leave Shoko's room, adding a couple of finishing touches here and there. You look in the mirror and smooth out your poor excuse for a top.
Honestly, you can barely breathe in it, but seeing Suguru's reaction will be totally worth it. You turn around and pull down your leather skirt just a little bit so your ass isn't completely out. However, it does seem a little bit useless to do so because you know it's going to ride up completely by the end of the night.
With one last dab of blood around your neck, you turn around and leave the room, shutting off the lights behind you.
As soon as you walk out, you're almost blinded by the intense strobing lights and fog that seem to be everywhere. The music is also completely overbearing now that you've stepped out of her room, as opposed to the muffled bass.
Squinting for a moment, in order to let your eyes adjust, you scan the spaces around you in search for Shoko, or at least someone that looks familiar. Your eyes stop on the couch when you see Utahime lounged out across it, smoking something.
You walk towards her, waving so she can see you. You can tell when she finally recognizes you because she smiles slightly.
She yells out over the music, "Y/N! You look so hot, what the fuck?!"
You laugh and bend down to give her a hug, noting her rather revealing zombie costume. You respond, "Holy shit, you do too!"
She takes the joint out of her mouth and motions it towards you, "You wanna hit?"
You shake your head, "Nah, not right now, maybe later though. Have you seen Shoko anywhere?"
Utahime nods her head back, "She went to go get us a drink."
You look over to the kitchen, eyes searching for her momentarily before you see her slutty nurse costume behind a few people. You look back at Utahime and say, "I see her, thanks. I'll come talk to you later, yeah?"
She waves you off, taking another hit as you begin to walk towards Shoko. Before you can get to her, someone jumps out in front of you, screaming in an attempt to scare you. You immediately recognize the hair spilling out from behind the mask, yielding any terror that you would have experienced.
With a blank look, you reach out and pull the Michael Meyers mask off his face, "You look stupid."
Satoru doesn't even blink an eye before he says, "No, I look sexy, and you're just jealous."
You hand the mask back to him as he pouts, "Did I seriously not scare you?"
You shrug and begin to walk to the kitchen again, in search of a drink instead of Shoko this time, with Satoru walking close behind you.
"It probably would have, but your hair gave you away."
You watch as he puts his mask back on, trying to stuff his hair underneath it, "Dammit."
You go over to the cabinet and grab a couple of shot glasses, shoving one in Satoru's direction, "Want to take a couple?"
Satoru happily takes it, holding it out and waiting for you to pour something inside, "Obviously."
You quickly pour the both of you a shot and down it without any hesitation, immediately going to pour another.
After the third back-to-back shot, you think that you've finally had enough to begin the night with, hoping that it'll quickly take effect.
Reaching over to make yourself a drink to sip on for the night, you clear your throat and ask, "So, where's Suguru? Figured he'd be hanging off your shoulder when I came looking for you guys."
You watch Satoru's face morph into a devious smirk as he answers with a seductive voice, "He's changing into his costume right now."
You squint at him before saying, "You're a freak." Then, you grab your drink and the hem of his shirt, pulling him along on your path to the dance floor, or the area in the living room that people have designated as the dance floor.
--
It's been around twenty minutes since you dragged Satoru to the dance floor. He's already grinding on some girl that he deemed worthy, leaving you alone to dance by yourself, which is honestly fine. At this point, your head is already spinning from your drinks.
Just when you're about to leave to grab another drink, you feel someone's hand grab onto your waist, pulling you towards them. Your back hits a broad chest as the hand around your waist curls itself over your lower ribs in a possessive manner.
Assuming it's Suguru, you smile, turning around to look at him. However, who you see is not Suguru. Not in the slightest. As your hazy eyes take in the looming form, you flinch, moving forward to try and get out of the mans' grasp. Your eyes widen, staring straight at a Ghostface mask.
His hand lets you turn around to face him, but as soon as you try to back away, it lands on your waist again, steadying you and pulling you closer.
Even though you're a little scared that this random man is grabbing onto you like this, you can't help but take in his appearance. He's wearing low-waisted black jeans with a black cropped mock-neck, showing off his impressive abs.
The only issue is the threatening mask, making you more and more uneasy by the second.
You begin to step back again only for the masked man to follow you. Not wanting to seem rude, you motion towards the kitchen, "I, uh, gotta go get a drink, sorry."
You try to walk away again but his hand is rather insistent on you staying, grabbing onto you so hard that you're afraid it'll leave bruises. Somewhere in your drunken mind, you try to ignore the way that it makes you feel a little warm.
You try to turn around to get Satoru's attention, yelling out, "'Toru! Hey!" As soon as he hears you, he looks up from the neck that he's currently sucking on. He makes eye contact with you, noting the panicked look on your face, but then he looks at the masked man behind of you.
Instead of helping, he smirks and goes back to kissing the girl's neck. You want to yell out in frustration, but a hand grabs ahold of your jaw, forcing you to face front again.
Your entire body freezes with his hand so close to your neck, making itself known to the vulnerable spot on your body. You strain to look up into the masks pitch black holes for eyes. The man steps even closer, pressing the entire length of his body against yours.
The hand that's not on your jaw is pressing your lower body into his, practically forcing you to feel his hard-on.
You look down, with his hands permission, noting how close you are. You hesitantly look up and gulp, his face much closer than before.
You whisper out, "I have a boyfriend."
The mask inches closer and closer until it's the only thing within your vision. Your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest when he moves so close that your face is almost pressed against his, but then he bypasses it, heading towards your ear instead.
The plastic of the mask brushes against your cheek as the man says lowly, "It can be our little secret."
You're about to try and pull away, wanting to run for your life, but the words catch your attention.
You force out, "What?"
He presses his mask against your cheek again, trying to get as close to your ear as he can, "Just let me have my way with you for the night. He doesn't have to know."
You pay close attention to his slow speaking, noting the insane similarity that it has to Suguru's voice after he's had a couple of drinks.
He pulls away from your ear, stepping back just far enough for you to see his full body while still maintaining a hold on you.
You wait for your brain to catch up on what's happening, cursing the extra shot that you took. You look him up and down, searching for signs of familiarity on the body leaning over you.
Now that you're actually paying attention, the height seem about right, making you feel bolder in your assumptions about what's happening.
However, there's one way to know for sure that you're correct about what's happening.
You slowly bring your hands up, still worried that you might actually be wrong. You reach up and place one of your hands on his chest with the other one following close behind. Starting up high on his chest, you slowly begin to drag your hands down in search of the one thing that differentiates Suguru from everyone else.
You stare up into the masks eye holes, trying to decipher anything behind them as your right-hand fingers slowly come in contact with something cold and hard.
Suguru's nipple piercing.
You move to stand on your tiptoes, rubbing on the piercing for just a moment to let him know that you figured it out. You hear a soft, "Fuck," muttered out from behind the mask. You grin, "I don't know, Mr. Ghostface. My boyfriend's really hot. I don't think I should."
The hand that never left your jaw tightens, making you let out a soft whine, your state of mind not letting you reign in any of your reactions.
He leans forward and says in a gruff tone, "I asked nicely. I'm not going to ask again."
Your hands slide down his chest, moving to palm and rub against his abs as you settle back down on your feet. You stare up at him with a fake look of fright on your face, "Or what? You're gonna kill me?"
His face follows you, leaning over you. His hand finally moves off of your jaw and rests itself on the hollow of your neck.
"I could."
You're about to respond that you'd let him, but Satoru saunters over, ruining the moment completely.
Clearly drunk out of his mind, he comes bearing some more shots. He slurs, "Can you guys please stop role playing in public."
Suguru lets go of your neck and steps back, pulling off the mask completely. Your breath catches in your throat as his hair cascades down, around his face. He has on black eyeliner that's pretty smudged already.
He looks so fucking good when his hair is all the way down, you're struggling to control yourself. Not to mention how hot the whole mask thing is. You can feel yourself getting wet at the thought of it.
You continue to stare as he grabs a shot from Satoru's grasp, muttering, "What the fuck, man? You ruined what we had going on."
You blindly take the shot that's being shoved into your hand, eyes still fixated on the way that Suguru's throat bobs as he shoots the liquor back. You slowly take yours, cringing at the taste but too concerned with Suguru's face.
He seems to feel your gaze on him as he turns to finally face you. As he does so, you can see just how foggy his eyes are. He might be just as drunk as you are, but he's so much better at hiding it.
He throws his glass back at Satoru, telling him to, "Fuck off," as he comes up to press his body close to yours once again.
With one hand still occupied with the mask, he uses his other to hold onto your waist and pull you into him.
You move your hands up to loop around his neck, staring up at him, in awe of how ethereal he looks in the flashing lights. You blink slowly at him as a grin appears on your face. You feel too drunk to say anything worth the while, so you just stare.
A piece of his hair falls into his face as he looks down on you, but you don't hesitate to place it behind his ear. The softness of it distracts you as you opt to run your fingers through it, taking advantage of it being down.
You grab a handful and pull slightly, just the way you know he likes, causing him to let out a low groan that seemingly pulls him out of his stupor.
His hand travels down to your ass, grabbing a handful and shoving you against him, almost making you lose your balance. He all but growls, "You look so fucking sexy tonight, baby. It was so hard to control myself when you didn't know who I was."
You blink up at him innocently and smile, "You really like it? I picked it out just for you, Suguru."
He grins, "I love it." He looks up and down your body and says, "My pretty, slutty, little vampire, yeah?"
You smile wider at the reference to your conversation a few days ago. Wanting more praising words from him, you say, "And the blood? Do you like the blood I added?"
His hand comes up to rub at your bottom lip, gathering the fake blood that's resting there with his thumb. You watch with avid attention as he brings said thumb to his own bottom lip, smearing it along the surface as he says, "It's so hot, baby."
He drops his hand back down to your waist as he continues in an almost whisper against your lips, "Kinda wanna smear it some more."
Your eyes move from his blood-stained lips to his eyes and back again as you say softly, "Please?"
You'll hate yourself for begging for his touch so easily later. You can't help it when you're drunk. All you want is Suguru; his touch, his taste, his body. It's so easy to cling to him when he's all that you think about once you've had even a single sip of alcohol.
After taking far too long to lean down, Suguru finally connects his lips to yours, eliciting a soft whine from you at the feeling of your lips finally touching his after wanting this exact thing all night.
You barely have time to think before he's shoving his tongue messily into your mouth. He's licking into you so fast that your brain can barely keep up, much less your tongue. You moan as he thrusts his tongue in deep, practically fucking into your own mouth.
It's definitely not the best kiss you've ever had. It's too hurried and desperate, and there's the vague fake-metallic taste of the blood that's lingering, but you don't even care. The hunger is just too overwhelming. It's apparent to both of you as Suguru licks across your bottom lip, gathering more fake blood to bring into the kiss.
You suck on his tongue, making his hips twitch against you as his hand pulls on your hair to angle your face closer to his. Your hands travel down his chest, taking advantage of his abs being out in the open as you whine from the harsh grip he has on your hair.
You pull apart to catch your breath, but it doesn't seem like he needs to since he quickly goes down to your neck, moving to lick and suck the length of it. He nips at the skin just behind your ear before he sucks on it harshly, causing you to gasp out.
He continues to go lower and lower, biting so hard that you know for a fact there will be marks visible tomorrow, but the thought just turns you on more as you move your hand to cradle the back of his head, pushing him closer to you, encouraging him to leave more.
He stops biting at the base of your collar bone, dragging his tongue up the entire length of your neck before he pulls away to go back to kissing you. Before he can get to your lips, your eyes open to take the sight of him in.
Fuck.
You forgot that you put blood all over your neck too.
When you look up at him, you see that he has blood smeared across the entire bottom half of his face. You eyebrow creases as you try to hold in a moan just from the way that he looks at the moment. It all goes to waste when he gives you a slight grin, showing off his bloodied teeth.
Your hands grab onto his biceps for stability as you go weak in the knees, letting out a pained, "Fuck."
He tilts his head, knowing exactly what he's doing to you, exploiting it as much as he possibly can.
"What? See something you like?"
You continue to stare at him for a few seconds as you say without your permission, "You are so fucking hot, Suguru."
Before the words are even fully out of your mouth, he surges forward to get his lips on you again, sucking hard on your bottom lip, making you moan loudly. Your nails dig into the skin of his arms as he bites hard on your lip, causing you to shudder against him.
He pulls away just far enough to say against your lips, "How about I put my mask back on and we start where we left off?"
You moan softly against his lips, nodding your head yes as you rest all of your weight against him, scared that you won't be able to support yourself on your shaky legs if you try to stand up on your own.
His arms move to hold you against him, maintaining eye contact as he slowly puts the mask back on.
Now knowing that it's him behind the mask, you want him even more, saying quickly, "Bedroom, please."
Now back in his persona, he grunts, "Lead the way." His hand possessively grabs onto your wrist, holding it almost too hard as you try to push your way through the crowd. You know you're getting a few weird stares as you weave in and out of strangers, and honestly, you don't blame them.
If you saw someone with blood everywhere leading Ghostface off the dance floor, you'd give them a weird look too. Halloween be damned.
As you head straight for Shoko's room with Suguru in tow, you see Satoru and Utahime talking to themselves from the corner of your eye.
Utahime motions toward you speed-walking through the house, "Who is she with and what happened to her face? It looks like she got mauled, holy shit."
Satoru rolls his eyes, "Her and Suguru have some weird role play shit going on."
"They would."
You ignore the rest of their conversation, pushing past the threshold of Shoko's door. As soon as you step in, Suguru turns around and slams the door closed, locking the both of you in there.
You heartrate increases as you stare at the mask. You know it's Suguru in there, but it's hard to differentiate it with the way that he's acting towards you. He stalks forward until he's standing directly in front of you. His hand comes out to caress your check, thumb trailing to your bottom lip.
The mask stares at you menacingly, making your breath go ragged as his thumb dips into your mouth, getting itself wet, before pulling out again.
He says in a voice that is so different from his own, "Get on the bed."
You hesitate to move, shocked that he's so unlike himself.
He says in a meaner tone, "Don't fucking make me ask again."
Your eyes widen as you scramble to get on the bed, not wanting to find out what would happen if he did have to ask again. Well, a little part of you wants to find out, but not yet. Not so soon at least.
You lay down on your back, moving your elbows to support your weight so that you can lean up halfway. Suguru follows you slowly, increasing the frightening anticipation that's beginning to build up. He kneels down on the bed, actually towering over you this time, making you feel so incredibly small.
He says harshly, almost like a command, "Take off your clothes."
He's acting so different than he normally does when you have sex. He's always so considerate of you, even when he's being rough. The fact that he's barely speaking and making you do everything makes your panties wetter by the second.
You don't open your mouth, honestly a little scared of what would happen if you did, so you quickly obey, moving to take off your bustier first.
It takes a little longer than usual since it's such a complicated piece of clothing, but soon you get it all the way off, throwing it off the bed and leaving you topless for the first time tonight. You stare up at the mask as you move to take your tight skirt off. You stumble a bit when he begins to palm at the obvious tent in his jeans, abs flexing as he does so.
It makes your mouth water as you start to move faster, trying to get the article of clothing off as quick as possible. Once it's off, you're left in nothing but fishnets and your black, lace thong that you wore just for Suguru, knowing that it's his favorite.
His hand pauses, instead pressing hard on his erection, his hips twitching as he breaks character and says, "Fuck, Y/N."
Excited that you got him to break for just a second, you smile up at him innocently. You lay all the way back on the bed, back arching just the slightest to put an emphasis on your chest. You take one of your hands, starting out on your neck to gather some blood, and slowly move it down your body, leaving trails of red everywhere as you do so.
You bend one of your knees so that you can seductively trace the inseam of your thigh, grazing just the outer edge of your thong, staining it slightly with blood.
You bite your lip, "You gonna fuck me, Mr. Ghost Face?"
Suguru begins to unbuckle his belt slowly as you continue to tease him. He says, "Your boyfriend know how much of a slut you are?"
Your lips turns up at the edge just slightly, "I'm the sluttiest for him."
He yanks his belt out of the loops once he gets it undone, making an overdramatic snapping sound in the process. He then unbuttons and unzips his pants, showing off the waistband of his black briefs.
He finally scoots forward so that he can touch you. His hand moves to your inner thigh, holding you open as he uses his other hand to thumb at your clothed clit. The slight stimulation makes your hips jump as you sigh softly, wanting more of whatever he has to offer.
He presses harder, making your legs threaten to close within his grip. He says sternly, "Stop moving."
You try as he lets go of your leg, going to pull at your fishnets that are in the way. You're about to move to take them off, but he obviously has other plans, instead choosing to use his strength to rip them apart.
You groan loudly as you watch his biceps flex in an obscene way, ripping your fishnets right down the middle, allowing easy access to your pussy.
He's staring intently at the way you're now presented for him, but you decide to try your luck with him. You mutter out in a bratty tone, "You better buy me new ones after this."
Before the words are even fully out of your mouth, he snaps up to look straight at your face, making you flinch just the slightest, forgetting just how scary the mask can be sometimes.
He stares at you for a moment before he crawls up your body. He roughly places a hand in your hair, yanking your head back so that your neck is bared to him. With his other hand, he squeezes the outer edges of your throat just the slightest, giving you a small hint of what he really could do.
Suguru has never done this before. He's normally pretty hesitant when it comes to choking, but you can't say that this doesn't turn you on, knowing what he's really been wanting to do all this time.
You gulp loudly, wanting to squeeze your legs together to try and relieve some pressure, but his body is blocking your ability to do so. You know he can feel your throat bob against his fingers. He leans down next to your face and says, "I don't have to do fucking shit." His hand squeezes a little harder, catching your breath in your throat as your eyes cross a tiny bit.
He mutters, "I think you're forgetting who's in charge here. Don't make me do something I shouldn't."
He lets go of your neck, allowing you to get in a gulp of air. You watch as he settles back on his knees, pulling down his underwear so that his cock can come out. You feel your eyes go hazy just from looking at it, knowing what it can do to you.
After panting for just a second, you ask while still staring at his cock, "What would you do?"
He's in the middle of jerking himself off over your body when he pauses at your question. He lets go of himself and reaches around to the back pocket of his jeans. When his hand comes back around to the front, there's something in it.
Your eyes strain to see, but he's moving too fast, throwing it on the bed beside you. Your eyes follow where it lands, widening ridiculously so once you realize what it is.
You whisper, "Suguru..."
He leans down over you and lifts his mask up just far enough so that his lips are peaking out. He licks over the curve of your jaw just once before dropping the mask again.
"He's not here right now."
Your eyes go back to the knife laying beside you. Your breath quickens and you're unsure if it's because of the possibility of using it or the fear of it.
Suguru grabs your jaw so that you're forced to stare at his masked face once again.
"Now stay still and let me use you."
You barely have time to react before he's pushing your underwear aside and shoving the entire length of himself inside of you. He doesn't even pause to let you adjust like he always does, immediately going for rough thrusts that make you feel like you're choking on your own tongue.
He grips your waist with both hands, pulling your body down, onto his dick, warranting pained moans from you. You whine, hands coming down on top of his to try and push him away, "Suguru, I need a second, hold on!"
He pushes your hands off of him, continuing his brutal pace, "Shut up."
Your mouth drops at his tone, honestly surprised that he's in character so well. You pull back, opting to hold onto the sheet beside you as you try to adjust to his length the best that you can. After a few seconds, the initial pain dissipates, turning into indescribable pleasure.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his cock bullies your g-spot, making you moan brokenly, "Holy fuck-k-k!"
One of his hands come up to squeeze at your tit, fingers messing with your nipple until you whimper from the pain. He pulls on it harshly as he says, "Fuck, you're so whiny, aren't you?"
You try to be offended but you know it's true. He just does that to you.
He continues pounding from this position for just a moment more before he drops down on his elbows, getting closer to your face. He doesn't let up on his pace when his hand resumes its position on your throat, just barely squeezing.
Your eyes begin to water when he starts to speak into your ear with his in-character voice, "God, you're just so fucking desperate for cock that you'll let a murderer fuck you, huh?"
You try to protest, "I'm n-n-not-," but he doesn't let you finish.
"Not, what? Not letting me fuck you behind your boyfriends back like the fucking slut that you are?"
His hand goes tighter around your neck, making your vision blurry, "Not clenching up so nicely around me when I squeeze your pretty little neck?"
He slows to a grind, punctuating each word as he goes deeper and deeper, "Not getting so fucking wet when I threaten you with a knife?"
Your eyes roll into the back of your head when he says that last sentence, and you know that he sees it. You will yourself not to come when he resumes his rough pace, hand finally letting go of your neck so you can try to breathe again.
He lets out a broken groan, "Oh, fuck, you liked that last one didn't you?"
You shake your head no, but you can't help it when your head turns to look at the knife lying beside you on the bed, shifting closer to you on the sheets every time he thrusts forward.
The mask moves with his neck as he stares back and forth between your face and the knife.
"Liar."
He leans back on his knees again, slowing down his movements as he grabs the knife from beside you. He holds it above you ominously, taunting, "It's no fun if you want it. Beg me not to use it."
You whimper, mind still drawing blanks from all the pleasure and alcohol mixed. It makes you feel like you're going a little crazy.
"Suguru, please, don't."
He thrusts so hard it brushes your cervix, making you yelp in pain.
"That's not my name."
He reaches down and places the tip of the knife at the hollow of your throat. He then begins to slowly move it down your body until it gets to your lower stomach.
Your body is tensed the entire time, from fear and the effort of trying not to come so soon.
You squeeze your eyes shut, tears falling out as you do so. Suguru moans out when he sees the wetness of your face. He falls forward on his elbows again, using a thumb to wipe them away when you say, "Ghostface, please, don't hurt me."
He brings the knife to the side of your neck, resting it there just so you can feel the scrape of the blade against your skin.
His pace becomes absolutely brutal as he does so, as if he can't even contain his own excitement. He moans, "Fuck, baby, there we go. Beg me some more."
You force your eyes open, vision completely clouded with tears as they continue to fall down. You're openly sobbing now, "Please, please! Don't!"
He breathes out heavily, "Fuck, it's so hot watching you cry like a bitch while I fuck you so nice and hard."
The tears don't stop when he asks, "Are you really that scared?"
You nod quickly, sniffing.
He groans, "You poor thing."
Your mouth drops as you let out an absolutely obscene moan. His hips are starting to stutter, making it all the more pleasurable. You can feel your orgasm building and you can't keep your mouth closed. You're sure that everyone in the house can hear you.
He presses the blade a little closer to your neck, to the point where he can feel your pulse through it. He leans down and grunts, "Come on my cock, like a good little bitch."
With that, you scream out, "Suguru!" You feel yourself gush around him, eyes rolling back as you come for what seems like forever. He continues to fuck you through it as he drops the knife, hand snaking back around your neck to help him get off. Pounding into you, he yells out, "Fuck, Y/N, fuck!"
You're barreling into the sensation of overstimulation when he finally thrusts in one last time, coming inside of you with your name on his lips. You whine at the feeling of him filling you up, chest heaving from over exertion.
You both rest there for just a second, trying to catch your breath and actually get a grip on what just happened.
You look up at Suguru to see him finally pulling the mask off, exposing his face for the second time tonight.
Your mouth drops so slightly it's barely noticeable when you see just how hot he looks. His hair and face are both all sweaty from fucking you, and blood is smeared all over his face.
He runs his fingers through his hair, flexing his biceps before he makes eye contact with you. Your breathing has picked up again and he easily catches on. He grins and pants out, "What's up with you?"
Still drunk enough to be completely honest, you say, "You are so hot, Suguru, I actually can't take it. I'm exhausted and I still want to go again."
You can feel his dick twitch inside you just once, making you gasp. He leans down and traps you between his arms as he says, "Feeling's mutual, baby." He places his lips on yours, tongue slowly licking into your mouth. Your hands move around his back, pulling him closer as you reciprocate, moaning into his mouth.
His dick twitches again and you pull away to grin against him.
"As good as that felt, I can't go again right now. Give me at least thirty minutes."
He smiles too, as he pulls out, making the both of you hiss momentarily.
"You got it."
He lays down beside you as you both think about what just happened.
He speaks up first, "So, did you like my surprise?"
You turn your head to face him, "I think 'like' is an understatement."
He laughs and pulls your body into his.
You think for a second and ask seriously, "How'd you know I'd be into that? You took a pretty crazy gamble that I wouldn't shove you off of me and call you insane with the way that you were talking to me."
Suguru snorts, "It wasn't that wild of a guess. We both know that you're just as fucked up as I am."
You hum, shrugging your shoulders in agreement.
He then adds, "And Satoru told me that you told him that you would fuck Ghostface one time."
You frown, trying to remember when you said that, but agree with past-you nonetheless.
It's quiet again for a moment before he asks, "How'd you know I was into blood like that?"
"Wild guess."
"Right."
"And Shoko."
"Of course."
Now annoyed with the feeling of his come leaking out, you move to sit up so that you can go wash off when the knife catches your attention.
You pick it up and immediately notice that it's fake. For some reason, you were convinced that it was real throughout the whole scene.
You hold it against Suguru's ribs and start sawing against him lightly, causing him to laugh at the sensation.
You take a second to giggle before you comment, "That was a pretty good idea, I've gotta admit. I thought it was real."
He hums, "Yeah, I wanted to get one that looked real, but I didn't want to scare you or accidentally hurt you since I knew we'd both be drunk."
You study the fake knife some more before you comment, "You could use a real one next time, if you want."
You look up to meet his eyes, seeing the darkness beginning to cover them, knowing that there won't be a thirty-minute intermission like you requested.
"Oh, yeah?"
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