This is going to contain - Blood, Gore, Character death, Dubcon, Multiple orgasms, MM content(Yaoi)/boyluv, Oral, double blowjob, Cum play, Primal play, Anal play, Double penetration, Cremepie goodness.
Surprise! I wanted to write something suspenseful for Halloween. I was well aware when I started on this shot just the day before Halloween that It would not be done in time. I had just finished Sleeping Beauty's chapter the day before but I was still excited to write something like this.
I swear it may be super belated but it will be spicy as hell. This chapter is also really long and detailed. I promise it will be worth it~! <3
Summary: Usually quiet and anti-social (Y/n) finds herself invited to one of the most extravagant Halloween parties of the year. With nothing else to do and the added benefit of free food, drinks and games; She decides dressing up nice and slutty is worth it.
Strange things start to occur from the moment she arrives. People are acting strange. Some start disappearing. After walking in on something gruesome, she tries to escape but two mysterious masked men have other plans.
(The age range for everyone I'm going for is young adult - so like 20-26)
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After a moment of petty consideration, you finally heaved a sigh of acceptance and stood from your comfy warm bed. A moment of longing passed through your face but it wasn't like dreamy bed-kun wouldn't be there once you got back.
"Don't worry Beddy, no one at the party will mean as much to me as you do." You promised, giving your starry night pillows a loving caress. Honestly as you headed to the bag you'd gotten like a week ago, it was ridiculous to pretend you hadn't already decided to go.
This party at the famous Fear Street mansion was THE place to be on Halloween. Anyone who was anyone would find a way to be there. It wasn't exactly invite only but to a certain extent you had to be in the know to get in.
You heard this year they were trying to keep most people out by enforcing a password. Thank god the jock whom most certainly just wanted to sleep with you, invited and told you the code. Sucks for him that he's not really your type; you'd rather worship Satan.
"Now I have an excuse to dress slutty." You can't help but shake your head, because it's not a saying you truly believe in. Woman should be able to dress however the fuck they want, regardless of the time of year. If men would simply control themselves they wouldn't blame their vile behavior on the amount of clothing someone was wearing.
Realizing that you've paused all your movement to go off on an inner monologue tangent, you pull various pieces of your costume from the bag and start changing. Today you get to dress as a slightly more modern version of your favorite comic book villainous. The beautiful and crazy Harley Quinn.
It's a pretty detailed outfit if you do say so yourself. The top is a two-toned red and black mixed leather tank top that shows of your midriff. However, instead of just showing your stomach the skin is covered by a thin fishnet wiring. The shorts are similar colored and incredibly short in a way that perfectly frames your ass.
More fishnets cover your thighs before stopping at black and read knee-high stockings. Finishing the outfit out is pair of new black boots you managed to find specifically for this occasion. You also have small black and red gloves, a studded belt to accentuate your hips, and a beautiful lacey choker with a red jewel in the middle.
"Damn I feel sexy." You can't help but strike several silly poses and wink at yourself in the floor length mirror. You even dyed your hair with washable spray, so that you could put it up in red and black pigtails.
Honestly dying your hair more permanently wasn't a terrible idea, but you did have a dream of being a psychologist just like the woman you're pretending to be for the night. So the idea was at least for the time being that you wanted to appear mature and professional.
After pulling you phone from that which is the ultimate pocket, called your bra, you discovered it was a little after 6:30pm. It was the perfect time to head to the party, because everything would probably be in full swing by about 7. Briefly you considered taking your own car, but knew that you would be drinking tonight and would rather play it safe. So you ordered an Uber and would find another when ever you wanted to leave.
The driver whom picked you up was a cute guy with green hair, that just so happened to be sporting a zombie-ish costume. His face had grey paint covered freckles matched with a dark suit tactfully marred with holes. You couldn't help but grin appreciating his good Halloween spirit.
After light friendly conversation it urns out while he was trying to make a bit of money, he still had plans to go to a party in less than an hour. Understandably he didn't want to waste time going home, so he put on his costume a little early. He even gave you a pink cheeked compliment on your own outfit.
"Have a good night, Miss Harley Quinn. Please don't accept drinks from strangers and be safe."
Honestly his kind comment through you off, barely did you manage to smile and offer a thank you, before he pulled away. Your head shook but your faith in humanity might be slightly restored with care without cause from a genuine man like him.
Anyway, turning you stand tall admiring the huge Fear Street mansion. It's the veritable definition of a party house. The front yard which is huge, is covered in many different kinds of Halloween decorations. From tombstones, to fake cobwebs to act as spiderwebs with plastic spiders, and collection of jack-o-lanterns every which way you turn.
Like you expected there were parked cars everywhere. Not just in the circular path that lead up to the front door but all along the curb up and down the street. Honestly getting towed wasn't really the issue as this mansion came with a lot of land so there wasn't any inconvenience to the neighbors to worry about.
As you approached the main entrance, you admired the life-sized skeletons that directed the path up the stairs to the front door. There were even small little pumpkins on the steps with a couple of long white glass candles. Whoever owned this place really deserved some kind of prize cause they went all out.
The door edges open as you come to a stop, where you are met with a stoic faced Vampire. Briefly do you have a stare off, before realizing maybe he just wants the password. So after a slow breath, you repeat the phrase Oikawa had told you to use and hope for the best.
After just continuing to stare for several long seconds, you feel like you've been duped. However, he soon grins wickedly with a set of fake fangs on display before holding the door open for you with a flourish of his cape.
"Welcome little darling. Eat and perhaps you'll let me drink from you later~"
All you offer his horrible fake Dracula accent is an eyeroll. "Cringy as fuck." You sneer walking past him to immediately zero in on a punch bowl full of ice and red liquid filled syringes. That's actually a really neat idea, so you grab two and head further inside.
On your right is a small stairway decorated with orange lights. On each steps rest both a normal orange pumpkin and some mixtures of white. Instead of coming off spooky the imagery is more fairy tale like. Not sure if there is anything upstairs you move on slurping down one of the syringes which you quickly discover is strawberry flavored and delightfully sweet.
Even before you entered the main area, you could hear loud thumping music. When you rounded the corner, your senses were immediately assaulted with an array of different aromas. In one of the far corners you could see an abundance of food. Nearby that was also a table full of colorful drinks that looked like laboratory test tubes.
People were all over the room eating, drinking, and dancing. The amount of different costumes put a smile on your face. First you spotted a really cute Princess Peach dancing with Mario. Next to them was a sexy Cleopatra eating an orange frosted cupcake. The guy she was with looked like cowboy but there was so little effort put into his costume it was hard to tell.
Despite making the effort to be here, being near so many people made you feel all kinds of weird and out of your element. So you decided food was next best option. You managed to squeeze through the crowd with little effort and began piling an assortment of different treats onto an empty plate.
For a while you just munched on chocolate spiderweb covered pretzels and dainty little sandwiches that had a mixture of cheese, ham and turkey. There was even a kabob type thing that came with a mix of blackberries, cantaloupe, and marshmallows. A tangy sweet combination that went well together.
An awesome song with a nice beat soon comes over the speakers. With a smile you place down your nearly empty plate and turn watching people dance. Your own hips sway to the rhythmic thump, but anxiety stops you from going out on the dance floor by yourself. Which seems counterintuitive considering your erotic costume invites people to at the very least, look.
You're just about to turn towards the drink table, when a pair of gloved hands slide against your hips. Startled you try to pull away, only to get boxed in by the shadow of a second man. Looking up a mesmerizing black mask with neon orange X eyes and creepy stitch-like mouth comes into view. He has on a dark jacket with a hoodie so other than tall you can't see any of his features.
"It's pretty pathetic to dance by yourself."
Of all the things he could say, you find yourself actively growling and telling him to mind his own business. Immediately the deep chuckle he answers your annoyance with goes straight between your legs. It also doesn't help that you just know he has a shit eating grin on behind his creepy mask.
"I don't think I will." Your mouth opens in protest but falls closed as the guy behind starts pushing your hips forward. With every step you take the man in front matches your movement, till all three of you are in a secluded corner of the dance floor.
"Dance with us Harley." The man at your back rasps. Since he's given you some space, you can't help but turn to face him. Discovering his outfit and mask are nearly the exact same however the neon color is red.
Red steps closer again, eating up the space between you. Both of his gloved hands grab and yank your hips forward, till you're flush against his hard body. Honestly if his movement hadn't been slow, you might of fought harder to get away from them.
Without thinking one of your hands press at his chest, the other sliding over his shoulder. Orange leans into your back, pressing you firmly between them while his own paws coil around your waist. The texture of his gloves over your fishnet covered stomach is a hell of a sensation.
After some awkwardness, you find yourself matching the sway of their strong bodies. The unease you thought would surmount never even fully rose. Maybe it was the masculine aroma wafting from them? Or perhaps the slow yet furtive caress all around your body? Maybe it was the hopeful thought no one would bother you if you were with them?
A heated breath pants from your lips, as Red takes your right leg and lifts it up against his hip. Orange moves in closer at the same time and you can't help but let out a muffled whimper at the sensation of each mans crotch. Red rubs his bulge against your already to thin shorts, while Orange slides an impressive erection down your ass crack.
"Mhm, could it be that Harley wants to be bad tonight?" Orange rasps near your ear, gliding one of his hand up between your breasts. Only stopping to lightly grip at your throat. The way your pulse thumps haphazardly against his palm tells him exactly what he needs to know.
"Don't get ahead of yourself." His friend Red chastises, but you can hear the amusement in his town. "Although...I really don't want to keep my hands to myself either." As if proving a point, the hand not balancing your legs pushes back to firmly grip the bottom of your ass.
Your head was becoming so dizzy, that you couldn't form response. Even you found it odd that you weren't trying to pull away. If anything you found yourself craving something adventurous with these two strangers. All you knew was their deep voices were rough and enticing.
Both of their hands were moving intimately along your body. A hand, not sure whose slid over your chest cupping one of your breasts. Another was against your thigh and moving up towards the apex of your pussy. Like a heathen in heat, you found yourself wanting their touch and yet there were so many people around that you were at least vaguely still aware of.
"Oi, we have to go. Playtime is over."
"Aww...but...but our pretty girl here needs us."
Red was whining like he just got told no in a candy store. Orange huffed with irritation, snapping to let you go. Which he did, but under extreme duress. Disappointment flared deep in your belly along with embarrassment, you had just gotten completely carried away with two strangers.
"If you're a good girl maybe we will find you later." You could swear the orange X's of his eyes held your own before turned away. "Come on, He's here and we can't waste time." Obviously Orange was talking to Red before slipping away.
"As you heard, we have something to do. I can be a jealous man, so try not to flirt with anyone else." His gloved hand gave your cheek a pet, before leaning forward. You barely registered his mask covered lips had touched your own, till he was turning away and disappearing into the crowd.
Oh. There were butterflies flitting in erratic circles inside your stomach. Could you really want him? No you knew after those touches, each of their deep voices...it was both of them you wanted. It wasn't like you were exactly innocent, nor would you be the first woman to think about a threesome.
The more you rationalized the clear desire you felt, the more you become okay with finding them later and continuing the near dance floor debauchery. With a small smile and a shake of your head, you picked up a glowing purple test tube drink and downed all it in one go. It had a tangy sour grape flavor to it.
With another, this one pink in your grasp, you made you way around the room. Mostly just admiring more decorations, some well designed costumes, and singing to yourself when a good song came on. It wasn't till you were 4 drinks in and feeling delightfully untethered that Oikawa finally popped up.
"(Y/n), my darling! I've been looking all over for you."
Your eyes rolled, using the fact that there was a cupcake in your mouth as a reason not to respond. Didn't stop him from excitedly taking your hands and giving you that wicked smile that definitely worked on most women. Even if he wasn't your type, you could admit his brown hair and soft milk chocolate eyes made him somewhat boyish and attractive.
"I love your costume (Y/n). Villainous and sexy~"
"Thanks Tooru. I expected you to come as Prince Charming, but I'm to surprised to see you as a Vampire." Your eyes tracked over his elegant black suit, silky red cape draped over his back, and besides some legit looking fangs he'd also gone out of his way to use make up to make his skin paler.
It was impressive and earned him respect in your eyes for not being to masculine to use those products. He even had on fancy slacks and a pair of shiny new boots. If he wasn't such a cocky jock, you might actually give him a chance.
"Well, Count Dracula or really any vampire is suppose to be charming. So I decided this would be best to impress the lady's. I mean-" He coughed, catching his mistake before bringing your hand to his lips for what he hoped was a distracting kiss.
It wasn't you were already on to him.
"I hoped you might fall for me tonight. Beautiful (Y/n), you could be my Queen." He tried to tug you onto the dance floor, but you pulled away from his grip with a sigh of annoyance.
"Not tonight or any night Tooru. I'm just not into you." With a gasp of fake pain, he grabbed at his chest and moaned about how cruel you were to him. "I'm not. There is nothing wrong with saying No. In fact, it would be even worse if I lead you on."
"Are you sure?" He asked, sounding a bit desperate. "You're smart, beautiful, and funny. I'd be the best boyfriend, if you gave me a chance." He promised, smiling and trying to appear friendly but the stroke of his hand against your cheek just felt wrong.
He kept assuring that he'd make you happy, but even if you thought he was a nice guy more or less; he's just not the masked men on your mind right now.
"Sorry but no. I'm sure someone else will dance with you Tooru. So go, be free." You couldn't help but laugh, pushing softly at both of his shoulders. He made huffy noises, but you knew he really didn't have to put in much effort to get someone else. Eventually he sauntered away, promising that before the night was over he'd get a dance out of you even if it was just as friends.
Flippantly you kind of just not nodded before going back to the snack table for a big white fudge covered brownie. After all the snacks from tonight you'd probably end up going home with a tummy ache but it'd be totally worth it. Besides the food was helping you stay sober more or less.
"Who do you think will disappear tonight?"
"They don't just disappear."
"I've heard that those missing people are dead."
Immediately you ears perk up, listening to a conversation from a couple of nearby zombie cheerleaders. At least they're not all the same, as their make-up is in different stages of gore. Like one has a neck wound, another looks like a gunshot to the head, and the last has a bloody hole on her stomach.
Soon you find yourself engrossed in their conversation. This is where you learn that several people disappear from the Fear Street mansion every single year on Halloween. Yet the parties never stop. They seemed to be held without fail, as there is no proof that anything nefarious is happening.
Honestly it just sounds like an urban legend that is perfectly fed because of all the well know rumors associated with simply being located on Fear St. Lots of misfortune happens around here. From a child dying in the nearby river, to a woman being beaten to death by her husband, and even several different men turning out to be child predators.
So people going missing is par for the course on this haunted street. Headshot zombie says her older sister knew one of the girls that went missing last year. Apparently after coming here with her boyfriend neither were ever seen again. No body, no blood, and all the party goers were to smashed to remember anything.
The story is pretty interesting and you can't help but feel a tingle of adrenaline at being somewhere multiple people have disappeared from. Part of you wonders why you hadn't heard of the rumor before but then again this is your first time really coming out to a party like this.
While walking away from the zombies, you can't help but scan the crowd and wonder who will go missing tonight. Will it be the werewolf humping up against a sexy Pikachu? Perhaps the mad scientist stealing cheese cubs from an Alice in wonderland's plate?
Sighing heavily you scoop a bloody jello shot with an eyeball in the middle off a nearby table and head towards the hall. After walking for a few minutes you find a very aesthetically pleasing gothic living room. All the furniture is a soul stealing black, with dark weathered coffee tables, and an old style chimney with a simple small fire blazing inside.
It takes real restraint to resist flopping down on one of the couches and just relaxing. However, you could see railing for the second floor and turned a few times till you spotted some very Victorian looking stairs. This part of the house didn't have to many decorations but that didn't stop you from heading upstairs.
A couple of small lit candles and pumpkins were scattered about, but really not much was added to be on theme with the party. The first few rooms you glanced into were empty but clean bedrooms. Suddenly you can hear someone laughing and a particularly goosebump inducing wet crunch.
It kind of sounded like someone fell, and you can't help but smile thinking someone had a little to much to drink. And that's really the only reason you chug the rest of your shot and head further down the hallway. Passing by room with a small library, a study with no computer in sight, and a game room with a old looking pool table in the middle.
More muffled laughter has you pausing in front of a set of double doors. With a small giggle you push the silver handle and expect to find some drunken tomfoolery.
You were not prepared to find the bloody scene before you. A man lays on the ground brown eyes wide open with a terror stricken expression forever etched on his face. Blood pooling beneath his unmoving body.
"Tooru...?" You call softly shaking your head in denial. Surely the body on the floor is a prop and someone is waiting to jump out and yell 'got ya'.
In the few seconds it took to approach nothing happens. Oikawa doesn't blink. He doesn't move a single muscle. This could still be some really stupid joke, so you slid down onto your knee's with an impassive expression on your face. You willed yourself with great effort to not react, if he was pretending he had several junk punches coming to him.
"Tooru, stop fucking playing. This is a sick joke even for you." Still he didn't move. There was no rise or fall of his chest. With a gulp you grabbed his wrist, avoiding the red liquid beneath just so you could squeeze enough to feel his pulse.
Realization dawned on you in stages. His skin was still warm. His arm was as limp as the rest of him. And of of course last of all...he had no pulse. The man in front of you was dead. Not just dead, but he had been murdered. He was bleeding from multiple places all over his body and the fact he was still warm meant his killer might still be nearby.
Standing as quick as you could muster you managed to not scream as you bolted for the door. All you needed to do was insert yourself into a crowd and get lots of people to come back up here with you. The police would be called and the party would shut down but it would be a small price to pay.
Just as you were about to grab the doorknob, an arm swung out of the darkness on your left side and coiled tightly around your waist. Fear burned inside your gut, but just as you tried to scream a gloved hand slapped over your mouth silencing you.
"Now, now Harley don't be like that."
"Yeah pretty Harley, Don't Be Afraid."
The familiar and playful tone of the men from earlier had you wrongfully feeling safe. You couldn't stop yourself from relaxing as Orange stepped in front of you, his face still hidden by his neon mask He stood still no doubt grinning behind his mask as you looked his broad body up and down.
"He's...Tooru is dead." It was like you needed to say it, so you could face the reality. Orange followed your gaze, nodding his head as if he agreed with your assessment. Your mouth dropped open as he kicked him spitefully and growled that he got what he deserved.
"We saw him flirting with you and I knew he just had to go." Orange is back in front of you before you can fully comprehend what he just said. His hand slides towards you face and you can't help but flinch. He doesn't seem to notice though as the leather material of his glove slides along your cheek, pushing a lose strand of hair behind your pinkening ear.
"Yeah, don't worry. We're not mad at you." Red assures tightening his grip around your waist. He reveals they saw you pull away both times Oikawa had grabbed you. So they know you didn't actually want him. "We can be very jealous beautiful girl, so don't test us like that again."
"I...I don't understand." Suddenly both of their hands are all over your body. Caressing your breasts, stomach, legs, and even squeezing your ass. There not even trying to hide their desire and you can't hold in your own. Which causes both a moan and a whimper to escape your lips.
"Tonight you are ours. Don't bother pretending you don't want us." Suddenly the small crop top barely containing your breasts is jerked up, spilling both of your mounds free. "Fucking delicious." He rumbles, lifting his mask enough to reveal full red lips that latch onto your nearest tit.
A moan whispers tentatively past your lips, body absolutely trembling as he laves both little nips with hungry attention. A tongue swirl here, a tease of his teeth there, and even a pinch of his now ungloved fingers. It feels so good, that thoughts of pushing him away never surface.
"Make more noises like that for me." Letting you see both of his hands, Red slides off each glove before caressing down your hips. He rubs your thighs and has your legs perfectly spread for him to press against your clothed core. "Tell me your name and I'll make you cum so hard."
A pitiful whimper is all you manage to answer him with. His tongue suddenly drags up your neck, nipping gently at your ear letting you know he had also pushed his mask up enough to expose his lips. He rasps painfully sweet nothings, while rubbing against your core getting the material to stroke achingly against your throbbing clit.
The world is basically spinning and you can barely focus on anything but the pleasure. Every time you get a moment of clarity and lift your hand, one of them grabs and pushes it back down to your side. Effectively disabling you with very little effort.
"Your name beautiful. I desperately want to know." His unmarred voice sounded so sweet, that you couldn't stop yourself from turning to face him. Most of his face was still covered but the sharp toothed grin quirking up on his lips made him so handsome, that by time you felt his lips you hadn't registered his movement.
Oh, he kissed like you were the woman he came home to after war. So passionate and yet tender and provocative at the same time. There was no need to think as you opened your mouth the moment his warm tongue traced your lips. Gladly were you meeting the sudden erotic tango till you were dazed and out of breath.
"Don't leave me hanging Sweetheart."
"My name is (Y/n)." You whispered, only to immediately frown. You hadn't planed to tell either of these crazy killers anything, but Red just made you feel so...safe. It was a stupid thought, really ignorant if you had to say so. Because he and Orange didn't even bother to lie about the man lying dead on the floor.
"Please...I don't want to die."
Red and Orange both stop their pleasurable movements to share a look. You can't help but feel a bit of shame, with your breasts on full display lathered with small little love bites. Not to mention the wetness you can fill between your legs.
"Don't be stupid. If we wanted to kill you, you'd already be bleeding out on the floor." You can almost taste the eyeroll behind Orange's mask, yet you just gape at him like a fish. Those warm lips curve up, offering one last glance to the man behind you before he grips the bottom of his mask and pulls it off of his face.
The man revealed to you is utterly breathtaking. Strong and determined piercing red eyes seize your soul forcing you to hold you breath, while you take in the rest of him. From his unruly blonde hair, to his high angular cheekbones, and back down to his smirking lips.
"Like what you see (Y/n)?"
"For a killer, you're not to bad." Some of your confidence before discovering the body was starting to filter back into your bones. When he began to snort and snicker, you knew you had said the right thing. That he appreciated the fact that you weren't crying.
"I am a fucking Killer. Don't forget that." Stepping forward he gripped your chin in one of his rough hands and slammed his lips down. The complete domination of your mouth had you whimpering. His tongue was everywhere tasting everything you had to offer.
A warm pair of hands join the pleasurable foray by cupping and squeezing both of your breasts. It the man behind you, his touch always seems a bit more gentle than his counterpart. A point proven, when he encourages you to trade warm kisses with him as well.
When you're out of breath and disoriented, he finally pulls away revealing to you yet another handsome face. The nickname you'd given him perfectly matches, since he has some of the most vibrant red hair. His eyes are a similar color as well but honestly his most prominent feature are his almost unrealistic sharp teeth.
"Hi." He croons simply with a soft sweet voice. "My name is Eijirou. My scary boyfriend in front of you is Katsuki." Your eyes rose in surprise, barely catching the roll of said boyfriends own before he jerked his hoodie and dominated his mouth with an almost violet kiss.
Heat simmered low in your belly, unable to not find the imagery of two handsome men kissing hot as hell. You watched with bated breath as they swirled their tongues together. The moan Eijirou let out had your toes tingling. What really had you heart summersaulting was the hungry look both gave you the moment they pulled back from each other.
"Stick out your tongue (Y/n)." Katsuki's voice was low, demanding. It was a baritone that implored you to submit, so that's exactly what you did. Stepping forward on your own accord, you extended your tongue and watched bashfully as each did the same.
The moment you felt Katsuki's tongue, a shiver tingled down your spine. The sensation became more intense with the added swipe of Eijirou's own muscle. You'd never experienced such an erotic kiss ever before. Each of them swirling around not just your tongue but each other's as well.
"Oh Eijirou...w-wait..I-"
"Shh, You've been such a good girl. I'm going to give you a well deserved orgasm." He assured, continuing to move his hand down your stomach and into the waistband of your tight shorts. Easily did he slip beneath thin material of your thong.
"So wet for me." He rasped with a groan, kissing down your jaw and neck while his fingers teased your slippery slit. Even though you trembled, a moan slipped from your lips as he circled your clit. You couldn't even stop your hips from bucking as he pushed into your slick folds.
"Give me a taste of her."
You nearly whined at the loss, when Eijirou pulled his fingers free and fed them to Katsuki. Heat warmed your neck, a blush feathering it's way up to your ears. The slurping sounds doing something to your already aching pussy.
"How does she taste?"
"Like sugar and spice and everything not so fucking nice."
A startled giggle found it's way free from your lips, earning you two sets of sexy grins. The next word out of your mouth was a moan of Red's name, as his fingers curled there way back inside you. The push and pull provided you with the perfect stimulation that had your knee's quaking.
Not to be outdone in this game of pleasure, Katsuki leaned forward licking up the side of your neck. His lips curved up when he felt your pulse jump. Without thinking he bit into your skin and Eijirou nearly lost his mind groaning about how your pussy had just clenched around his fingers.
"You like a little pain, huh?" You tried to shake your head but he simply tsked and wagged his finger. "Lying wont save you from us." Next thing you know he's forcing your back to arch, as his wet lips latch onto one of your breasts.
"Oh..f-fuck..." You can't help the raspy note in your voice. Katsuki sucks and nips at your flesh, using every method he knows to assure the buds are painfully erect. As slick gushes between your legs, you can't even honestly say it's because of Eijirou deep fingering.
The man between your legs seems to understand just how close to the edge you are, when he presses the flat of his thumb to your clit. The furtive circular motions have stars nearly bursting behind your eyes. You can feel every perfectly measured wriggle of his fingers as your orgasm mounts.
"That's it Sweetheart, cum for me, us."
It was like you were just waiting for permission, because next thing you know your core clenches soaking his fingers completely. The mewl of your bliss captured by his lips. You couldn't help but just sag panting heavily, as Eijirou pulled his glistening with your arousal fingers to his lips and sucked each clean.
"Mhm, you really are quite sweet."
All you can do is whimper, overcome with a sudden wave of exhaustion. The smell of blood is a reminder that you just let yourself be pleasured with a dead body in the room. Just as your eyes about to land on Oikawa, you feel your body being shuffled in a different direction.
"I know you can handle more. I need your taste on my tongue." Because you're in a slight haze, you don't fully register what Katsuki wants till he's pushing you up to sit on top of a nearby table. Without waiting for your response, he tugs both your shorts and thong to the floor.
"Spread your legs. Let me see you perfect pussy."
There something wrong with you. Because even though your heart is pounding a million miles a minute and your face feels as red as a tomato...you comply. Both of your knee's edge apart, the lust filled hungry expression of each man sending a jolt to your still throbbing clit.
"Fuck..." Katsuki growls, shaking his head like he can't believe how sloppy and wet you're for him, for both of them. Immediately he drops to the ground, jerking at your legs till they are right over the edge. His tongue is already dragging down your slit before you can even worry about losing your balance.
Moaning ever so softly, your fingers find their way down his spiky blonde hair. Your chest rises and falls rhythmically, feeling every ridge of his tongue as it thrusts against the sensitive zones inside your body. It feels so good and yet you wonder if either can tell this is the first time you've been eaten out.
Most men just want to have their dick sucked and never reciprocate. It's just one of the many reasons you avoid the whole dating scene. Yet these men, these killers have made all the pleasure about you. No one has done that before. It makes you crave them more than ever and at the same time learn more about them.
"I'm feeling left out." Eijirou murmurs, a puppy dog like pout forming on his face.
Katsuki pulls back, wiping your slick from his chin before you watch with lidded eyes the unzip of his pants. "Then get the fuck down here between my legs and put the chatty mouth to better use." You heartbeat stutters for just a moment at the sight of his cock.
"He's so bossy, isn't he sweetheart?" Eijirou chuckles, leaning forward to kiss the corner of your mouth. "But I love him anyway." Dipping low to the ground they move around each other for a second, till he's laying on the ground his head sticking out between his legs.
"I got such a good view of her perfect little cunt." Katsuki couldn't help but huff when he challenged him to make you cum so hard it would drip all over his face. Which you weren't sure was possible, but your thoughts turned to mush when you watched the blonde feed his cock to Eijirou.
You squirmed as his hips bucked back and forth, before looking up at you with renewed determination. His tongue was back between your legs supping on you pussy juices like a starving man. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he pursed his lips around your engorged clit and sucked so hard you were a whimpering mess.
"Please...I f-feel weird. I'm going to cum."
Both of them had their mouths preoccupied, so neither responded. You could hear slurping noises beneath your feet, and just knew that Eijirou was deep throating Katsuki better than any woman could. The thought forced you to admit you were now thinking of sucking them both off.
The image would be hot as fuck.
All it took was particular deep thrust of his tongue along your pussy walls, before the most intense orgasm of your life burst through your veins. The sensation was different from ones you'd experienced before. When Katsuki pulled away his chin was absolutely dripping with your arousal.
"I knew I could make you squirt."
"Squirt...?" You whispered bashfully, having no idea what that meant.
"Have you never..." His eyes narrowed when you shook your head and looked away. "None of that (Y/n). You don't get to be embarrassed because that was sexy as fuck." As if to prove a point he licked his lips, cleaning off the rest of his face with a satisfied hum of your flavor.
"You've been such a good girl, now you get to breathe for a minute while I face fuck the shit out of Eiji." The shortened pet name made you want to smile but the brute naughtiness of his words had you feeling light headed.
Stepping back his cock was popped from the red heads mouth, but only long enough for him to stand up. Eijirou didn't hesitate to follow the blondes movement, sitting up on his knee's now. Immediately his hand squeezed up and down the bulbous girth of Katsuki's cock, before taking him back into his mouth.
You watched with soft pants, as he swallowed him down over and over again. It must of been a very practiced move cause he never gaged or seemed uncomfortable. If anything Eijirou was moaning, both hands clutching tightly against his lovers hips.
"I'm so fucking turned on." Katsuki huffed, the muscles under his hoodie flexing with a carnivorous grin directly aimed at you. Purposefully did he grip Eijirou's hair and drill into his throat. His dark red eyes never leaving your own.
You understood that he was amped up from the killing but more than that he enjoyed having you watch. Maybe you could admit you felt the same. Having them both touch you. Or even having one of them strum your body in all the right ways while the other watched...was quite the turn on.
When you saw Katsuki's back arch, you knew he was seconds away from release. Which might be why his movement had started to slow, his hands clutching red hair tightly. You watched Eijirou nod his head vigorously when the man above him demanded he swallow like the good little cum slut he was.
A full body shiver filtered down your spine, your thighs rubbing together chasing the sudden need for friction. It only took a few more seconds, before Katsuki was growling out his orgasm. Eijirou moaned salaciously as cum filled his throat. You could swear you saw him gulp more than once before his lovers cock was pulled from his mouth.
Both men stared at each other for a second, before Katsuki jerked him up from the ground and kissed him passionately. It was a beautiful thing to watch. It was kind of sad to admit that their kind of love was a rare thing to see. The world was trying it's best though. Not all but most were becoming pleasantly progressive.
"Kat we need to get a move on."
"I know...I fucking know."
Both of them turn towards you, softly panting from their sexy impromptu make-out session. To your surprise when they approach, it's not to continue with their delicious debauchery. Instead they fix your costume back into place. Covering your exposed breasts and even pulling your shorts back up your legs.
"Here is what you're going to do (Y/n)." Katsuki face became serious, as each of them took one of your elbows and walked you over to the door. "You're going to go back down to the party. Stuff that pretty face with more food, avoid other men if you don't want them to die, and wait for us to find you again."
"Yeah, and because you're our good girl, I know you wont tell anyone about us. Or the jerk on the floor." Eijirou pointed with his thumb to the cold corpse of Oikawa. Leaning forward he gave your cheek a soft kiss, one of his hands stroking your neck as he admitted they needed to get rid of the body.
His huffy tone made it sound like a chore he wished he could put off till later. Even Katsuki grumbled like he'd rather be doing something else. Both of them kept at least one of their hands on your body, up till the moment the door was opened and they encouraged you to step out into the hall.
"Don't drink to much. I really don't fucking want you to throw up on us later."
"Yeah maybe just drink some water or soda."
Your eyes fluttered slowly unable to fully comprehend that these killers were genuinely concerned for you. Each of them gave you a parting kiss, before turning back and shutting you out of the room. Having no idea what else to do, your legs carried you back down the stairs and into the main area that was still full of hundreds of people.
It would take little effort to get someone's attention and tell them that this party had been crashed by two handsome killers. Murder was wrong. Oikawa may of been a persistent fuck boy but he had never done more than flirt.
Your lips parted watching a Jack Skellington step by, but nary a single syllable formed on your tongue. You realized as he grabbed a water bottle and walked away that you really didn't want to turn them in. You must be broken. It felt wrong and yet you wanted them. Wanted to see where the night would end.
With a soft sigh, you chugged down your own bottle of water and leaned against the wall. Every so often you had to be kind of bitchy, to guys simply asking you for a dance. You didn't care if they walked away cursing you, it was a small price to pay if they survived the night.
About an hour later you'd migrated back to the snack table. A lot of it had been picked through but there were still some pumpkin shaped brownies and a couple of cute Halloween themed cupcakes left. You had just finished one with purple frosting and little candied eyeballs, when arms snaked around your hips whirling you around.
"What the fu-"
"Easy there Harley, don't blow a gasket."
Immediately a sense of relief warmed it's way down your spine. The man you were now facing was Katsuki, he had put back on his orange neon mask. Before you could ask where his counterpart was, said man was running his thumb over your bottom lip and pushing some smudged frosting into your mouth.
"Miss us?" He teased, crowding you towards the nearest corner with the added help of his rough partner.
"I...What about...the clean up?" Instead of answering his question you avoided it entirely while carefully wording your question. His head nodded and both assured no one would ever be the wiser. Which gave you the impression that, they were responsible for all of the other disappearances that happened here throughout the years.
"I hope you're ready to play (Y/n)." It's so hard to focus on what he's saying, when you could swear one their hands is slipping down the back of your shorts. No one can see your backside, but heat still burns your ears. Whoever it is doesn't have their glove on, as you can feel the heat of all their fingers.
"Not here Kat. We can't jump her with all these people watching."
"I don't fucking care if they're watching."
Despite his growly demeanor, he simply gave your ass a rough squeeze and let go. You swear even with his mask on you can just practically taste the frustration on his face. Eijirou gives him soft words, rubbing his hand up and down his chest telling him to just wait a few more minutes.
"You see how amped up we both are so let me give you the rules of our game." He leans in so close, his shadow envelopes your whole frame. "We will give you 3 minutes to run and hide. When we catch you, You're going to submit to everything we want."
"He means we're going to fuck you till you can't tell up from down."
Neither can stifle their laughter when you gasp, but honestly you can't say that you're even upset about the idea. Nor the vulgarity behind Katsuki's straightforward salacious desires. Heat was already flooding to your lower extremities and excitement simmered in your veins.
"Go. While I'm still in a good mood."
"We will be behind you in just a few minutes."
With a gentle touch to your cheek, and a caress to your backside both gave you a small push towards the hallway. For a second you just swallowed contemplating your life choices. All it took was remembering their faces, the touches they offered, and the fact neither had caused you harm that had you finally pacing away.
After carefully rounding groups of people, you made it back into the hall. Instead of going towards the stairs from before, you headed in the opposite direction and up the overly decorated ones. By time you rounded two other corners did you realize you had been near the front door but never even looked at it.
I don't want to leave though.
I'm not scared.
I want to see what they will do to me.
Your chest heaves with desire. The promise of a hard cock filling you to the brim, causing your aching pussy to throb and slick to drip down your thighs. It's been awhile since you'd been with anyone. These men are definitely millions of times better than the boys at your college.
Head swimming with near delirium, you meandered into one of the nearby bedrooms. It was certainly spacious. A small desk was near the door with a Halloween themed snow globe resting on top. It had a haunted house inside with small graves and even a spooky black cat on the roof. Instead of white snow flakes the little particles were black and orange.
Unable to stop yourself you gave it a vigorous shake and sat it back down. After watching the delightful flurry for a second, you stepped further into the room. There was one huge window with thick red drapes keeping the moonlight from invading. Then you saw a closet on the left and nearby a bathroom.
What really brought the room together was a huge 4-poster bed with incredibly comfy looking black and gold blankets. The several white fluffy pillows were really calling your name. With a silly rub of your hands, you were just about to pounce on the bed when a commanding voice called out to you.
"You better take off all of your fucking clothes before you get on that bed."
Thank god you weren't so easily startled but the sight of them closing and purposefully locking the door really had your heart pounding. "Unless you don't mind me cutting them off. I'm to fucking impatient to wait."
You watched as Katsuki twirled a sterling silver knife in his left hand, while removing his mask with the other. Eijirou pulled his off as well, before walking to your side with a huge grin. After stealing a little kiss, he sat on the bed and pulled you down onto his lap.
"I'll be happy to help you undress." Despite feeling anxious, you made no move to stop him when he lifted up your red and black tank top. He also expertly shifted the fishnet along your stomach up doing his best not to damage it. Your arms rose above your shoulders allowing the removal of both.
"Mhm, so beautiful. Lift you hips Sweetheart." A moan slipped from your lips as he gently caressed his hands down your body. Tracing over both of your bare breasts, stomach, and hips as wiggled your shorts down your legs.
Your shoes had already been taken care of, but it was still surprising when Katsuki removed your stockings which were your last two articles of clothing. Completely bare to them, you found yourself bashful it didn't last long though when both started to get naked as well.
Like the most erotic strip show, you just sat there as perfect muscles came into view. Katsuki had a broad pecs that lead down into a dreamy six pack. Eijirou was just as stacked but his shoulders seemed slimmer. Both of them had beautiful unblemished skin that you couldn't wait to get your hands on.
The sexual tension in the air was palpable as you watched the reveal of each of their girthy cocks. Both of them well endowed. Saliva was pooling at the back of your throat, the desire to taste them overwhelming.
That was the entire reason you leaned forward, your breasts swaying as you crawled toward them. Slowly your right hand curled around Eijirou's thick shaft, sliding up and down. The way his length jumped in your grasp was just as empowering as the groan rumbling from his chest.
Not planning to leave the other man alone, your empty hand gently enveloped just his tip. Immediately you felt Katsuki's hips jerk. Chest heaving slowly you squeezed him, following the veins on his cock downward till you were brushing over his balls.
"Fuck. I knew you wanted to be my good girl." His hand brushed back some loose hair from your face, so he had an unhindered view of your lips sliding over his tip. You could taste a hint of precum, as your tongue laved over each of his prominent ridges.
"Our good girl- " Eijirou started to correct, but nearly lost his balance when you switched all to happily to his cock. "Holy Hell...I really didn't expect this Kat." From the small glance you gave his face, it was clear his eyes were nearly rolled to the back of his head.
"I vote we keep her."
"I thought that shit was obvious."
It was hard to focus on what they were saying, but you understood the praise deep in your bones. It was like your mission to make each feel just as good as they did you earlier. That's why you went from sucking one cock deep down your throat, to swirling your tongue from tip to base around the other.
You also made sure both had some kind of attention, even if it wasn't your mouth. Your fingers stroking or squeezing, trying to honestly figure out what type of pressure they each liked so you could give it to them. Part of you also felt safe and in control because neither were forcing you to go at a fast pace.
"I'm not going to last much longer. Your mouth just feels so perfect." Eijirou rumbled, the tips of his fingers brushing down the back of your head. Without needing to be rough you understood he was pleading with you to go faster, to swallow his cock whole and give him sweet relief.
Deciding to give him your full focus, you gripped his sturdy hips and worked yourself up and down. He was was slightly longer in length that Katsuki, but the later made that difference up in girth. You were trying to suck him so deeply that your nose kept brushing his hard sternum.
It was all over for him when you swallowed around his length. The vibration of your throat officially sending him over the edge. He tried to pull away, but you shook your head and gladly held him still as he spilled down your throat. The bitter flavoring wasn't at all terrible, so you gulped twice before pulling away.
"Mhm, you really know how to suck cock. Maybe even better than Eiji." Katsuki teased, a devious grin on his handsome face. His lover only offered an indignant huff, still catching his breath from having the life sucked out of him, literally and figuratively.
Suddenly you find yourself being pushed back on the bed, both of your legs spread enough for him to slide between. Your hands were already petting through his blonde hair, as he captured your lips for a most passionate kiss. He must of been a dirty dancer in his past life because the lustful tango of your tongues was exquisite in everyway.
When he pulled away, he bit your bottom lip hard enough to taste your gasp on his skin before moving lower. Warm kisses were peppered down your neck and over both of your breasts. The feverish swirl of his tongue assured your nipples were perky hard points.
"So fucking perfect."
"She is. Beautiful and gorgeous."
Compliments like that felt so foreign if you had to be honest. People see an anti-social alternative goth girl and think slut or occult weirdo. Which leads to many narcissistic men looking for hook-ups.
As Eijirou leans closer for a wonderfully slow kiss, you already know that is not what these men are about. So genuine in their desire. You have no idea why they are killing people and honestly you can't bring yourself to care. While you can't account for the others, Oikawa's death felt like a protection in a way.
You hate most people anyway. So what if the population goes down a little every Halloween?
"Oh Eijirou, Katsuki...that feels so good." Both of them were now lavishing your chest with different types of affection. You couldn't help but moan and squirm. It felt like you were discovering for the first time just how sensitive your chest was. Maybe they were one of your erogenous zones, because you knew your pussy was just dripping with slick.
"No more teasing. Please I need you to fuck me." Begging wasn't something you ever thought would come from your mouth, but you were just that desperate for him, for both of them.
"Say it again." Katsuki practically bit your tit so hard you could see teeth marks forming. He was so fucking rough and you honestly loved him that way.
"Fuck me. I want my next orgasm to be on your cock."
"That's what I like to fucking hear." Within seconds, he had his thick shaft pressed at your entrance. He made sure he had a tight grip on your hips, before slamming his own forward. There was no gentle, inch by inch, with this killer. He made you take his entire cock in one deep thrust.
"Oh! Oh my- Fuck!" Your curse almost sounded like a question. Your entire body bowled backwards, tears pricking at your eyes so suddenly that you couldn't decide if you were in pain or just unexpected euphoria.
"Fuck is right!" He growled, body vibrating his muscles tense all over his body. You even watched him ground his teeth together, muttering how your pussy was so much more wet and tight than he expected.
That had your heart racing, but your arms still wrapped around his shoulders and held on for dear life when he began thrusting. He was so long and thick, that it felt like he was hitting places that had never been touched before.
Bakugou's name and even Eijirou's were constant syllables on your lips. Because even as you were being fucked, the redhead was still kissing your chest, neck and even capturing your lips. His tenderness counter balanced the rough pounding your pussy was gladly taking.
"Damn, you sound so wet sweetheart. I'm hard again just watching you take his cock so deeply." You couldn't answer him, only offering a whimper of overwhelming pleasure. With a flushed chest you watched Eijirou lean towards his lover, taking his snarling lips in a passionate kiss.
When they parted, he rasped something you couldn't hear into Katsuki's ear. The blonde grinned wickedly, nodding his head as those fiery embers trailed back to your own. Before you could register what was happening, he had slid his hands under your backside and soon you found yourself sitting atop him.
"You're lucky I like your dumb face." As you fluttered your lashes in confusion he huffed with a shake of his head that he normally preferred to be on top. "I'll make an exception for today, so I can watch Eiji pound your ass. We're going to make you cum so fucking hard."
"But...I n-never..." You trailed off, pushing your hands up on his warm chest just so you could turn around and blink bashfully at Eijirou.
"Don't worry beautiful. I'll prepare you. We will go slow." He promised, softly feathering his hands down your spine till he was petting both of your ass cheeks. Oh, you couldn't help but bite your lip to contain your moan when he kissed each as well.
"Start riding my cock (Y/n). Don't focus on him or your body will stay tense." Katsuki grabbed your chin, pulling you down to his lips. There was no hesitation in the way you swapped saliva. With each coil of your tongues, you gained the confidence to lift your hips and start your own pace.
Straightening yourself with your knee's on both sides of his hips, you began rocking yourself up and down. This new angle allowed for even deeper penetration even if your own rhythm was slower than his. You were still able to hit all the sensitive zones inside your body.
Soon you felt the slow tingle of Eijirou sliding his fingers down your crack. The sensation was shudder inducing. Which became a startled gasp as he began circling his index around your puckered hole. Your breathing became labored, and you became almost certain you'd hate the sensation...till you felt him spit on his fingers.
The moment he pressed it inside you let out a small whimper, but as he pushed it back and forth while kissing between your shoulder blades the unease faded. Slowly the sensation started to feel good. When he knew you were relaxed he pressed another finger inside and began working it in a way that had you mewling.
"You like that Sweetheart?"
You swallowed thickly, both of them watching you intently. "Yes, I think it still feels strange but not bad." Your words were whispered because having someone finger your ass was still unusual. Eijirou grinned over your shoulder, licking at your cheek just so you would smile into the smooch he wanted.
"I'm glad. We aim to please, to pleasure you so thoroughly you wont be able to move on without us." When he pulled away his lips fell to your shoulder, kissing your skin ever so tenderly.
Emotion suddenly clogged your throat, both of your eyes stinging before you forced them closed. Was he insinuating what you hoped he was? Honestly you would not expect this to be more than a raunchy threesome. Maybe it's different because you know they killed someone? You get the feeling that fucking you has nothing to do with keeping you quiet though.
With a shake of your head, you opened your eyes back up and leaned down to kiss Katsuki as deeply as his partner had just done to you. His tongue coiled around your own while his hands pinched your nipples. You gasp drowned out by the following moan, as your hips start shifting up and down again.
"I think you're ready. Please lift your cute butt for me, (Y/n)"
Bashfully did you do as instructed, while you hands braced on either side of Katsuki's head. Within seconds you felt the heat of Eijirou's massive cock playfully slide down the middle of your crack. He may of groaned at the sloppy sight of you full of his lovers length as well before taking each cheek and edging inside the tightest hole your body possessed.
"Oh fuck, I'm so full."
"Your ass is tight as hell. It's my pleasure to take it's virginity."
"What a cheesy asshole you are Eiji."
You can't help but giggle, which causes both of them to snort and chuckle as well. They both seem to know you need a moment to truly relax. It's the first time having two cocks inside you. The pressure makes your chest feel tight, but the heat is deliciously blissful.
"Come here sweet thing." Eijirou murmured, pulling at your waist so you'd sit back up slowly. He hushed to you gently as you groaned about their cocks moving inside you. The sensation sent small tremors down your spine.
He had you turn to face him as he kissed up and down your neck. One of his hands found it's way to your soft breast, the other holding your hip before his own started moving. From the first thrust your body absolutely vibrated with pleasure.
Your moans were now loud and completely unhindered. The party and it's many inhabitants long forgotten. The sensation of Eijirou flush against your backside every time he bottomed out was divine. Even Katsuki's thick shaft pounding into your pussy was heavenly.
"Fuck! You look so good being railed by both of us." The man beneath you let out a snarl that had you walls clenching. His hands skated over your warm sweaty skin, admiring all of your soft curves. It wasn't just your breasts that he gave attention, he seemed to enjoy squeezing your hips just as much.
"Oh! Katsuki! Eijirou! It feels so good!" Truly these men made you feel like a goddess as you did your best to meet both of their movement. Their touches were so delightful, the kisses wherever they could reach wonderful, and the fucking...oh the fucking was absolutely ruining you.
Sex has never felt so good ever before. It's like they know your body even more than you do. Hands on your hips encourage you to slam down even harder. Another set plays with with your breasts, tenderly circling your nipples. It's all so much and at the same time you know if it's not like this after today it wont ever be enough.
"Shit, this is addicting as fuck. I can feel you through her." Katsuki's head dropped back against the mattress, muttering that he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Same. Mhm, your body is just so damn perfect (Y/n)."
All you could do was moan both of their names. The knot in your stomach was coiled so tightly, you knew release was just a few more deep thrusts away. Both of your hands reached for them. Placing one palm on Katsuki's sweaty chest, the other reaching behind you for Eijrous smooth hip.
"So beautiful. You're going to take all of our cum right?"
"She is. Our good fucking girl."
Without even thinking you simply bobbled your head. That was how much you wanted them. How much you didn't think about any consequences. Your only desire was to cum.
Both of them began thrusting in earnest, hitting every pleasurable nerve your body had to offer. Their grunts and groans, sounds you were going to hear in your dreams. With one final thrust that hit your clit in just the right way, a powerful orgasm electrified your nerves.
A scream of overwhelming euphoria echoed around the room, as you walls clenched and pulsated before soaking both of their cocks. It was so shocking to realize that both of your holes had been overstimulated.
"Shit, I like the way your pussy clamps on my cock." Katsuki's rough voice came out as a half grunt, half snarl as he lifted his hips. You gasped his name as he continued thrusting through your orgasm, till his pelvis was flushed against yours and warm cum was filling your walls.
"Oh Katsuki...I-"
"Take mine as well (Y/n)." Ejirou rasped plucking softly at each of your nipples, while his entire body enveloped your backside. The odd sensation of your ass being filled with cum as well had your nails digging into their skin till you just collapsed forward sated and exhausted like a limp noodle.
"So tired...can't move."
"Don't worry (Y/n), we will take care of you." Eijirou was the first to pull away, only after giving your forehead a tender peck of course. You groaned at the empty sensation but turned your head to watch him stride butt naked into the bathroom.
"You managed to pick a good room to hide in. The bathtub should hold all of us." That seemed like an odd comment, but you were to tired to really think about it and simply smiled when Katsuki lifted you into his arms as he stood from the bed.
The soft scent of lavender hit your noise, as soon as you entered the bathroom. It was such a relaxing aroma, that it took you a second or two to notice the large circular white marble tub. It was nearly full to the brim with steaming clear blue water, but there were also purple and orange fake petals that gave of a delightfully fitting Halloween aesthetic.
"I like what you've done with the place." You joked with a big smile. "Did you get those petal things from the tables downstairs? Think I saw them somewhere." Eijirou confirmed he'd swiped a handful before they came to find you. His original plan had him decorating your naked body, but then had a stroke of genius and decided to toss them into the water.
"I do find it very romantic...Thank you."
With a big goofy grin he tried to lean over and kiss you, but his lover shifted you out of his reach and stuck his tongue at him before sliding down into the water with you. Both of you groaned in delight the warmth really soothing the delicious ache in your body.
Eijirou huffed but he to slide down next to you after grabbing a little blue bar of soap. Your face tingled as he started gently washing you. Working the suds into your skin and gently touching all of your body. You could nearly cry at the actual aftercare they were giving, that no other partner had ever.
"You don't have to answer but..."
"Why do we kill people?" Your throat bobbed, but you nodded you were just so curious. Eijirou looked to the man behind you, his eyes seeming to ask an unspoken question you couldn't understand.
There was a deep breath sighed against the nape of your neck, before Katsuki circled his arms around your waist and tightened his hold.
"This house used to belong to my family. I grew up here till I was about 10 years old." Katsuki growled as if he was just remembering why he hated this story but continued. "My dad was a kindhearted man, but it made him a fucking pushover."
Your throat tightened, listening to him weave a tale of a terrible man that was his uncle. He made bad decisions as a teen and young adult, which had him becoming heavily addicted to hard drugs. His father, the uncles brother did his best to help him out. Among paying some of his bills, he used to bring him food, and even paid a large sum to send him to rehab.
"None of it worked. That fucked up uncle knew he could just bleed my dad dry." You know he's not done, but your heart breaks for him. So you wiggle in his grasp just so you can turn around and kiss him tenderly. Like this is how you reassure this handsome man he will be okay.
A moment of content softens his eyes, before he leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. "Eventually Dad did cut back on his handouts. He met my mom and they had me down the line." Breathing in for a moment, he murmurs that his father had always been hardworking and ended up running a successful business.
"That's what allowed him to buy this mansion."
"Did you father pass away?" You question gently.
"Yes." He takes a moment to breathe, you can see the pain of his loss so deep in his eyes. "A lot of his assets went to my mother, I had trust fund as well. Everything went wrong when that uncle found out he was only getting some sentimental things from his Will and not a large payout."
To your horror, Katsuki briefly mentions a strenuous legal battle where he contested the Will. How the uncle was able to prove with old bank statements, that he had been promised by his brother that he would always be taken care of. While they were able to keep his business assets, the trust in his name, and his life insurance where his mother was the sole beneficiary...they ended up losing this house because the Judge deemed that bullshit fair.
"That sounds so unrealistic, he couldn't possibly take your home." You absolutely regretted the way you phrased your outburst, when his jaw tightened and pushed you off his lap. Eijirou gladly took you in his hold, placing you between his legs as he laid his head over your shoulder.
"You know she didn't mean to upset you Kat. Please don't...hurt her."
"I wont. I wasn't going to." His deep embers looked hurt that his partner would feel like he needed to protect you from him.
"I'm sorry Katsuki." You whispered, wishing desperately to touch him so you placed your hand atop his ankle bellow the water. "I know that justice is not always served in court. Will you please tell me why your mother was not on the deed to your home or did that not matter?"
He was quiet for a moment. Just staring into the soapy water that was dotted with those small fake petals. When he came back from his memories, he pulled your leg towards him till it was parallel to his own. His warm palm was resting just above your knee before he spoke again.
"Despite being a good woman. A deeply caring and loving mother, she grew up lower class." He was scowling as he let you know that by time she had turned 18, she discovered that her credit had been tanked thanks to her own mother taking out credit cards in her name.
"Because of that she struggled to find a place to live. Turns out if your credit is bad enough they wont let you lease an apartment...nor can you be a co-signer on the deed for a home."
Your stomach immediately bottomed out. His parents had truly been dealt a difficult life. But they found each other, and you have no doubt even without him saying that they loved each other deeply. Its truly awful that the people whom they should call family did them so dirty.
"Is your mother still alive?"
The hand on your knee tightened, his eyes clenching closed as he shook his head. "She worked so fucking hard to provide for me that she had a stroke at work, she managed to survive but was so frail afterwards she passed just a few months later." He lifts his head to finish that statement with the fact he was 19 at the time.
"When she was gone I knew my rage needed to go somewhere. The Halloween parties that I'm sure you know are famous had already started back then." He smirks, a cruel gleam in his eyes as his fingers drag up your stomach. "That uncle sold my fathers house within the first year, but he still came to those parties like the stupid ass fool he was."
"You killed him." It wasn't a question, you just knew. "He was your first?" He nods, gesturing to the red head at your back surprising you with the truth that he met Eijirou at that first party. That he couldn't seem to get rid of him after they first bumped into each other.
"Hey. That's not fair. I told you, your demons called to mine."
"And that line still makes me roll my damn eyes."
A big smile forms on your face as you watch them kiss. It's a very unique love story but honestly it's still beautiful. This connection you feel with them is just as abnormal yet it doesn't feel wrong.
"I can tell the rest, but I think you already understand it." Eijirou kisses your neck and up to your ear, whispering that he's been helping with the kills since the year after his uncle. That at least 3 people every year disappear. Enough to make people think about what's going on.
"Eventually it is our hope that the house goes back on the market."
"Or shitty people will keep disappearing."
"Then we can buy it back." Eijirou finishes with a laugh, leaning back to lather and rinse your hair with lavender scented shampoo. He nods when you ask if the both of them will be able to afford it. Katsuki has been saving for a long time, and it seems they both have good careers.
"How old are you by the way beautiful (Y/n)? I think we might be a bit older."
"I'm 23, working on getting my Bachelors in Psychology." Probably shouldn't of said that but you just wanted them to know you were working on your career.
"Nice. I like a big brained woman." Eijirou kissed your forehead, before lifting you into his arms. "Time to get out before we all shrivel up." He teased, grabbing two towels from a nearby rack. Katsuki grabbed one for himself before pulling the stopper from the tub to drain it.
"(Y/n) can help us deal with our 'demons' as you so call them." Katsuki used air quotes to really emphasis the term, the roll of his eyes really told you more than his words could. That he wanted to keep them, maybe he needed them to cope with the man he became.
"I have so many questions, but I'd really like the night to end cuddling with the two guys whom made me feel special. Is that okay? I understand if I don't see you in the morning."
Both men share a look, where you could swear they are having a whole conversation with their eyes. Finally Katsuki tips his nose up with a sigh and that causes Eijirou to kiss him deeply before turning back to you.
"I'd love to cuddle with you (Y/n). We can't stay here though."
"Oh...why? I thought this kind of party would let people sleep kind of where ever they drop." You can't help but awkwardly laugh, while placing your hand on the blondes chest hoping to convey how sorry you're his house became party central.
"That's one of the reason. The other is I don't want anyone to see my face. When my uncle 'disappeared' they suspected me but had no proof. Until my name is on the fucking deed, I don't want people to think I still come here."
"Oh, that's a good idea." With the towel rapped around your body, you start picking up your clothes. Both of your new handsome lovers quickly redress as well.
Once back in your costumes, you kind of miss their incredible muscles. Hopefully you'd get to see them again, if they wanted to leave together surely that meant you might have the chance to get to know them more as well.
"Go back downstairs, and meet us outside down the block sunshine."
"Okay, I'm kind of hungry. Hope you guys take me somewhere to eat."
"Pfft after eating all those cupcakes and shit? Fine, maybe I can be persuaded to get a pizza. Only if you agree to round 2 at our apartment." He smirked, wrapping his hands around your waist. His tongue licked up the side of your neck, feeling you relax into his grasp.
"Better be some damn good pizza." You giggled to him, leaning up to kiss him and then Eijirou before they dawned their masks. "Don't keep a lady waiting, maybe you'll both tell me your full names after getting some pizza."
"Bakugou Katsuki. Now move along Harley."
"Kirishima Eijirou, oh and we're both 26. Meant to say that earlier."
Excitement flooded your veins as you whispered their names back. You could tell they found your reaction quite silly, but still one smacked your bottom and said to leave, while the other rasped naughty things into your ear before pushing you out the door.
With a shake of your head, you quickly stepped down the hall and descended the stairs. Just to be a brat, you quickly went back to the treat table to see what was left and snagged one last sugar cookie a with frosted pumpkin on it.
As you walked out of the mansion and carefully made you way down the long entryway to the sidewalk; you couldn't help the pep in your step. A relationship before had always made you feel anxious before but the potential poly you were about to become a part of made your heart feel so free.
"Next year there might just be three killers, instead of two."
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Okay, so this is soooo long. It has to end somewhere x_x
In case you were wondering, Our boys were going to pick us up with their motorcycles. I had thought that far cause I found it smexy :3
Also It was weird to constantly use just their first names throughout the story, but hopefully you understand that through the context of the story that is all Reader/us knew them by.
Tempted to write an afterwards moment of pizza and more smex xD
Anyway, I owe the Mermaid!Katsuki story it's second part. So I will work on that one next. Then after that maybe an update for my Sukuna story. I know that one hasn't had any new chapters in awhile.