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Heyyy. Can I request a college au. Reader is an average, socially awkward person but somehow managed to pulled the campus heartthrob, Geto (or gojo). And he's lowkey obsessed with her and try to be fucking her every chance he gets.

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: why not both? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk, felt like doing a threesome for some reason lmao

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting - sex in public places; gymnasium locker room + dining hall + college dorms - oral (m! + f! receiving) - face + throat-fucking - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping, grinding and licking/sucking) - face-sitting - threesome - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - anal fingering (f! receiving) - kissing/making out - protected sex (psa: warp it up or get tf up) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - sato + sugu being whipped over you, hehe~ - slight humor - mention of tears and drool.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.1k (pretty long for a req, lol)

“Oh, Y/n, it’s good to see you. Did you have a good weekend? Let’s walk each other to class; I was waiting for you.”

“Y/nnnn! This cold day is so much warmer now that you’re here. Let’s grab something to eat at the dining hall, okay?”

You thought college life couldn’t get any more difficult than it already is. Oh, how you were so wrong…

Being on your own on campus was hard enough; states away from your family and having to rely on and take care of yourself while also striving for a better education. On top of this, making friends (outside of your roommates Shoko and Utahime) is such a social and excruciating chore as it’s challenging to put yourself out for people to notice you. Making small talk with your peers or talking/discussing group material in classes has your heart racing enough – not to mention trying to commit to clubs – making you feel a bit of a failure as a human being.

With that, you almost dwell on not trying at all. You’re utterly content with your inner circle with your roommates, waking up and heading to classes and back, eating college food, and sleeping after reading for a lecture. This routine of sticking to yourself was a notion you’ve grown to accept and find comfort in — no need to change it if it’s been doing you well this far.

That is until you meet them — Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the best friends of your roommate Shoko.

Gojo is the star player of the school’s basketball team, a famous face among the class years, and the “disgustingly tactless, cutesy prince” of your year, as described by Utahime. By morning, he’s a dedicated student in his business administration major and history minor classes; by afternoon, he is his playful, social, and charismatic snow-haired soul, grabbing the attention of others and bringing life to those around him with his bright cadence. In addition, he’s a talented figure, capturing the hearts of many with his model work in fashion shows and playing fan-favorite roles in plays.

In contrast, Geto was a much more mellow star that pulled the hearts of students and professors alike. The raven-haired bioengineering major was a boy whose presence was easy not to notice yet quick to pull you in when making himself known. His tall, docile figure emitted an aura that accompanied the soothing tune of his voice, the perfect combination that made him trustworthy and obliging to the students around him and his lacrosse teammates. With the charming features of a heartthrob and the alluring speech of a leader, he’s someone many would turn to in search of a person to follow and praise.

Satoru and Suguru, two complete opposites – two best friends – who are, without a doubt, the twin stars of this school. However, there was one thing the two shared in common, something that made your heart skip and your mind race every time knowing this fact: the two were unmistakably and sickeningly in love with you!

How? You do not know. It all started when Shoko brought them over one night for dinner, and you saw them for a quick moment in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before rushing back into your room. Next thing you knew, you had begun to see and run into them every so often, which soon turned to at least once per day. And now, like a white bubbly puppy and a black, quietly affectionate cat, you could not shake them off you when and wherever you went.

Oh, it was something you were not used to, being sneaked up from behind by Gojo, who’d pull you in for a hug or lift you with every greeting in public (as if you weighed like nothing)! Especially in classes where Geto would surprise you with his calm voice and a warm hand on your shoulder to check if you were okay before claiming the chair next to you. And you couldn’t push them away — how could you when two of the most renowned faces on school grounds want to be around your presence!? Good Lord, it was all overwhelming, Shoko and Utahime having to step in to beat the boys into shape for making you uncomfortable.

And then there are those times when the two would butt heads with each other because of you! There have been a handful of times where if one had you to themselves, the other would bore glares to the former’s skull. Gojo would suck his teeth with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, white brows furrowed and ticked off blue eyes concealed by his dark circle shades. “Yo, Buddha with bangs, can you let go? Y/n promised to hang with me after their classes ended, and I’d be damned if you’d be third-wheeling.”

“That’s not happening, Satoru,” Geto’s hand grasps yours with more grip, royal purple eyes narrowed at his white-haired friend. “Y/n and I have a presentation to work on for tomorrow. Go lollygag somewhere else.”

Two positive bundles of life will immediately turn hostile when it comes to you, suffocating your very being as you’re stuck in the middle of them. It’s bad enough being with either of them has people notice and talk about you; it’s another thing when you’re being fought over like some small bunny between two snarling wolves. Oh God, why me!!??

But it wasn’t all bad. If anything, being fawned over by the two was a strange thing that has happened to you thus far, and not in a terrible way. Gojo has made you a lot more open and social than before, dragging you to parties he’s been invited to and to his crowded games (where he’s always sure to find you and blow a kiss). And spending time with Geto has sparked instances where you’re courageous enough to speak for yourself with a bit of a push from him, throwing in your inputs for class discussions or having him aid you in knowing your material when you two study together.

The two most popular guys in school who flatter and are obsequious over you. That in itself is enough to make your cheeks and ears dial in warmth, shielding your face in your pillows just thinking about them. You like them both, bound to be drawn in by the handsome boys and their pursuit of you.

However, their infatuation was something you’d find out goes beyond words and handholds. An obsession for you embroidered in their very minds…and bodies.

“…Mhahhh, Go—Mmmph! Gojooo…we shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Aww, c’mon, Y/n, you know I don’t like it when you call me by last name. It’s just the two of us here…Fuck, keep licking it like that…”

Sneaking into the basketball team’s locker room is one thing; sneaking in with the star player in the team with you between his legs on the bench and sucking his dick? Oh, that’s a can of worms you never thought you’d open in your entire life.

Gojo brings his head back, banging on the locker behind him as the contact of your tongue on his pink tip sends shivers up to his shoulders. “Fuuuck, you feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum again…” You peer up with lidded eyes as you suck his tip into your mouth, him humming at the warm sensation of your mouth swallowing his length whole. Your face is hot of embarrassment, being looked down on by him as you do such an indecent thing on him in a place of changing for men.

This was his idea – bringing you to the gymnasium to watch him practice with his teammates for an upcoming game. Then, he pulls you aside once the guys want another fifteen-minute water break, bargaining into the men’s locker room and pulling you in for a hot kiss. Sucking on and nibbling on your lips and tongue has you mewl sweetly for him, distracted as he pulls his shorts and briefs down to expose the erection growing inside him. “Sorry, you just looked too cute watching me from the side,” he’d say with a hazy glint in his eyes shielded by his shades.

So here you are, sucking him off to the hilt, where your lips meet strands of his white pubes, making your boyfriend cum for the second time. Gojo brings a hand to your head for purchase, moaning as your hand massages his balls. “—Ahh, fuck…God, you’ve gotten so good at that, cutie. Can’t get enough of you...”

His words burn your ears, his aroused tone making your face even more hot to bear. Gosh, this was such a dangerous game; your nerves constantly on edge in hopes nobody would walk in.

However, your worries might have been what jinxed your fate because you two heard the door to the locker room open. You instantly move your mouth away from Gojo’s cock and stand to panic. But before you could, Gojo quickly grabbed you by the wrist and took you to one of the bathroom stalls. You sat on the toilet, bewildered at being dragged all over this fitness center. Then, Gojo brings his dick to your face again, and you give him the most shockingly confused expression as if he can’t hear the commotion of two people speaking where they used to be.

“Relax, no one’s coming here,” Liar, we almost got caught! He pushes the tip to your mouth, and you murmur on his length, filling your mouth and throat. “Let’s make this one quick, okay?”

You were too busy registering him place his hands on your head before he could slam himself to your mouth; the sudden thrust of his hips propelling his cock deep into the tight crevices of your throat makes you grip onto his shorts for dear life. The slap of his ruts fills your eardrums; you can’t tell how far or close the two guys who entered the locker room are. He’s making you focus on nothing but him — a selfish objection from a selfish man as he’s using you to relieve himself in the men’s locker room. God, this was such a bad situation, and yet your lower half couldn’t stop the throbs that have you shifting your thighs together. How embarrassing!

“Hhnnn, fucking shit, your throat feels so good,” he praises, his slender fingers massaging your scalp. Your tongue brushes the underside of his length in a way that has his pace go faster, and he has to keep his moans to a lower volume. “Shiiit, baby, I’m gonna cum…Take it all in…!”

You have no choice but to, forced to gulp down all of his load that he spills into your tight, warm throat. He still rocks his pelvis into you until every pump of his jizz is inside you. When your ears pick up the sound of the locker room door opening and closing with the dismissal of the two strangers, that’s when Gojo takes his long shaft out of your mouth, spit connecting from your tongue to his cockhead is wiped with haste.

But then, Gojo pokes your cheek with his tip, a sign that he wants to go again. You throw quiet pleas, “N–No, Gojo! You have to get back to practice—“

“Shhh, those guys can survive a few games without me. And besides,” he gently slaps your cheek with his cock. How vulgar! “I’ll fuck your mouth til the end of the day if you don’t stop using my last name when it’s just the two of us here.” The playful grin on his lips doesn’t make that threat any better. “One more time, please?”

With hesitant eyes, you place kisses on his shaft while stroking him. “Only one more…okay, Satoru?”

He beams with the dimples of his cheeks. “Yes, pretty girl~.”

And it doesn’t stop there — because Geto is no better.

“Aww, you two are so cute together~”

You squirm on the booth seat you’re sharing with your other boyfriend, you two sitting across from his friends — a senior couple he shares a lab with that invited him for dinner. Unsurprisingly, you were his plus one, knowing you’re not one for being around people you’re not familiar with. And yet here you are, caged by the wall and Geto’s frame to keep you in this conversation on the side of the busy dining hall.

Geto chuckles before brushing your cheek, "Aren’t we? But they’re the cutest thing to me.” He says as he places a swift kiss on your cheek; it’s an action that has your face grow in warmth — and the couple “awwing” at his affection.

The guy of the couple speaks to the dark, long-haired other. “I never knew you were one for relationships, Geto; you seem so busy with Bio and your clubs that you don’t seem to have time to lay low and be with someone.”

“Mmm, I thought so, too. That is until I met Y/n through a friend of mine,” you jerk at the silent touch of his pinkie grazing your thigh, noting it had sneaked under your skirt to graze its skin. Your eyes peek in his direction, finding that he remains eye contact with the guy he’s talking with. “And, you know, I got to know them here and there, shared some classes with them on the side. Now, I just can’t imagine them being out of my line of sight.”

The guy across laughs. “Sounds kinda obsessive!”

Geto shrugs with a chortle. “I guess it’s like that, I don’t know. I’m just really crazy about them; they’re my sweetheart after all.”

“That’s so sweet!” The girl senior across exclaims, turning to you to ask, “So, how long have you and Geto been a thing, Y/n?”

The question has you stumped for a bit as you weren’t ready to be thrown inquiries. And before you answer, you feel Geto’s hand rub on your thigh. “U-Umm, me—ahem—Geto and I have been a couple for quite a while now? My roommate was the one who introduced me to him—Mmmm!” You briskly flatten your lips at your squeak because the fingers inside your skirt pinch your skin. On command, you spread your legs for Geto to insert his hand inside your panties.

The girl asks more questions. “Oh? So, your roommate brought you two together. Did you know of them before?”

“Well, not really…She and Geto—Ohh!” You bring your hand to your lips at the graze of Geto’s forefinger on your clit. You turn to him and are immediately locked into his violet gaze. He lifts a brow with an undisturbed smile, and you gulp. “I–I mean, Suguru and my roommate have been best friends since high school, so I kinda got…Nnmm,” you chew your lips when he bullies a digit between your folds to play and tease. “She was the one who introduced me to him…”

“Is that so? Hehe, it’s amazing how the world works, huh?” You listen, but your mind is too focused on Geto’s digits swiping and nestling across your wetness to have your body more excited about his touch. And it gets worse as he inserts his forefinger inside your vagina, causing you to jolt and suppress your mewl by leaning into his shoulder, gripping onto the sleeve of his turtleneck. “Here are two lovebirds all lovey-dovey with each other thanks to one friend bringing them together. It’s crazy imagining you two would’ve never met hadn’t that happened.”

Geto hums at that comment, “I agree; I have to thank Shoko for bringing this little angel to my arms.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead, completely nonchalant compared to the quickened pace of the digit scraping your insides. “Isn’t that right, my love?”

With trenched brows and a shaky breath, you try to reply to the awaiting couple. “Mhmm, yes, I’m so grateful that Suguru is in my life…He’s been such a help to me,” his forefinger goes slow, having you feel every dent and knuckle. “Hahhh, he’s so good to me, and I love him just as mu—Mmmph!!”

“Hmm? Are you okay, Y/n?” How can you tell the guy across from you that your boyfriend’s thumb just surprised your clit with a swipe? You’d rather melt on this floor had you not buried your face into Geto’s shoulder.

Speaking of who, he takes the initiative to answer for you. “I think they’re a little parched, must’ve been this lemonade I got for them. I’ll go get them some water—“

“Oh, no, no! I’ll go get the water; I was gonna get more of those garlic knots anyways.” The girl stops Geto from moving, sliding from the booth seat with her boyfriend’s hand to follow suit. “C’mon, let’s leave these lovebirds for a bit. We’ll be right back!”

And so they leave, thanking your lucky stars. Once their figures are nowhere to be seen within the sea of students, you probe the man with a trembling whimper. “Mmmph, Suguru, please, take it out before—Ahhh…! They come back…”

Luckily, he listens to your request with no argument, withdrawing his digit from your wet slick and underwear. And to your horror, he brings the finger to lick and suck and says with a dark look, “Just checking to see what I’ll be having later.”

It doesn’t matter wherever or whenever; Gojo and Geto will be sure that their love for you is expressed to you every chance they get.

It doesn’t matter the day or hour, whether you are free from assignments, spending time with your roommates, or on your way out to study; those two will find a way to get to be with you. And, to be honest, it can be a bit overstimulating!

When there are dates to the movies with Gojo, there’s private alone time with Geto on his bed as he eats you out. And when there are days when Geto holds hands with you and walks you to your classes, there are nights when Gojo will fuck you til his cock is warmed inside you in his slumber. It can go either way, the two competing for your affection and time when the other is out of sight.

Again, sometimes it’s overwhelming for you, never knowing which of the two will have you all to themselves, nor knowing when you can have time to yourself! And it’s not like you haven’t tried putting your foot down to express your wish to be alone. But, albeit it can be utterly exhausting, you know those two love and cherish you so much that it drives them crazy. Hell, it’s driving you crazy just how much they can’t keep their hands off you!

Especially now when they drag you to their shared dorm room, experiencing one of those days when the two wish to have you in the same presence.

“Hahhh, damn, Y/n…you’re sucking me off so good,” Geto purrs with a whistle while lovingly patting your head. “So good for me, huh, sweetie?”

The two stripped you off your clothes to be nude with them on the bed. Your naked frame straddles above Gojo, lying on his back with his face buried into your bare cunt for his mouth and tongue to please you orally. Meanwhile, you suck on Geto’s girth as he leans on the pillows and headboard. It’s his turn after sucking off Gojo (they settled this over rock-paper-scissors) and fingering you to warm you up first.

You whine of his member, Gojo’s tongue doing wonders on your delicate body. He licks on your clit just as you lap yours around Geto’s glans, and then he’ll suck your pearl right as you take in the tip with pursed cheeks. It’s such a mutual shared experience, with how Gojo’s hands wrap to your thighs to keep your chasm on his lips while you have Geto keen to your mouth and hands stroking him.

“—Khhhh, Jesus Christ…Hohhh, right there, sweetie…” The raven-haired one coos as you kiss your way down to his balls to suck one as you continue to jerk him. “Heh, you doing good down there, Satoru?”

The snow-haired other removes his mouth from your folds, licking your essence that sticks to his lips like honey mixed with his saliva. “Hahaa, you have no idea. I could stay like this for hours,” his tongue licks your come to your clit tantalizingly slow, evoking you to almost choke on Geto’s girth. “Aww, look at you trying to move from me,” Gojo brings your hips back down to him for him to swirl around your labia, his grip on your thighs refusing to submit. “Don’t go anywhere, princess; I’m not finished until you cum on my face again.”

“Ohhh, shit, keep doing what you’re doing, Satoru,” Geto subtly bucks his hips, “I love the way they’re whining on my dick…”

With your puffy lips being busy in the front and your cunt being lapped and nibbled on from below, your senses are clouded by the two boys who seek nothing but your participation in experiencing pleasure. Your head gradually turns into mush with every rut to your throat and every lap around your clitoris. It’s to no surprise that your release seeps out of your body without preparation, crying on Geto’s length as your frame quivers in euphoric bliss.

And if you think you couldn’t get swamped enough, think again.

“—Nnngh, fuck, Y/n, you’re gripping on my dick like crazy…Hehe, is it because you can’t look me in the face? Damn, you’re such a cutie…”

Your face is nuzzled in the crook of Gojo’s neck as you’re straddling on top of him, your nude, sweaty bodies melted together to share heat. Your hips bounce up and down on his pelvis, where his rubber-covered length is scraping the walls of your vagina. His left curve grazes and jabs your sweet spots, and your body lies on top of Gojo, which brings more friction to your clitoris.

“Hahhh, ahhnn—Ohhhh!” Your phrases have doubled down to that of whimpers of pleasure, thinking straight is impossible, and your mind is too deep in a haze to focus on anything outside of what’s happening. And it’s not like you can’t stop your hips from bouncing on his shaft — you’ve tried! But the moment your legs express so much as reluctance or fatigue, Gojo’s hands are right there on your ass to guide you back into the rhythm. So it’s expected when you climax on him once more, clamping onto him as you ride out another orgasmic wave. “Ahhaaa! Sa’toruuu, stooohhp—hic…! I’m ‘oo sens' tiveee!!”

“You say that, but—hnnn! You’re rocking those hips of yours on your own, baby.” He chuckles at your slurred speech, placing kisses on your cheek as his hands massage your asscheeks. “Holy shit, you feel so unreal; wanna fuck you raw so bad with how tight you are.”

“Don’t even think about it, Satoru,” you hear Geto’s voice from behind, the dent of the twin-size bed shifting with his added weight. “If I can’t go condom-less, you’re not getting any special treatment out of it either.”

“Psssh, yeah, yeah,” Gojo says with rolled azure eyes before he whispers to your ear. “Come on, angel, let’s get you prepped up.” The white-haired boy’s hands spread your butt, exposing his dick buried deep into your tight slit and your taint.

Geto grins salaciously. “My, what a dirty sight for me, my love.” You chew your lips to his words, the heat in your ears causing them to ring. You then feel his fingers smothered in lube to meet your asshole, spiraling around it before inserting them one by one. Your holes instinctively contract, making Gojo hiss. “Relax, pretty girl,” he kisses your temple. “We’re gonna make you feel so good.”

You remind your figure to calm down, allowing Geto to play with your anus for it to accommodate the next foreign limb he’ll put inside. Gojo keeps kneading your butt, but he throws furtive thrusts up to your chasm to keep you on your toes. You gasp when Geto removes his digits suddenly, and now you bite your bottom lip at the contact of his cockhead touching your puckered entrance. “Stay calm for me, princess. Gonna go slow just for you…”

Breathing with your mouth is the only way you can function through his insertion; even after he properly lubed himself and the rubber, it never fails to amaze you how you’ve been able to take in his girthy dick times before. Every inch pushed inside you feels as if your breath is pulled away, feeling both your holes become occupied. And your head goes up at the snap of Geto’s pelvis smacking on your ass, mouth agape for drool to sneak down puffy lips.

“Heh, there you are,” Gojo licks your spit before placing a kiss on your lips. “What a pretty face when you’re going dumb on our dicks, Y/n.”

You couldn’t even reply in modesty because Geto immediately goes pounding your ass with hunger. Your wails come out freely at the pacing of both boys propelling themselves into you. And it doesn’t help that your holes don’t stop contracting on their dicks as they push, the motion making you move your clit against Gojo and having your sore nerves active again.

“Holy fuck,”Geto drills his cock into your taint, grinding his hips into you to make you whine aloud. He then bends to kiss your sweaty shoulder down to your spine. “You’re so tight, Y/n…like you’re gonna milk me dry.”

Words are exhilarated squeaks and shrills, your arms coming around Gojo’s neck and pressing your hot cheek on his. He snickers at how touchy you are, “Hey, baby,” he coaxes you through the onslaught of ruts that quicken in tempo. “God, you sound so fucking cute, angel…”

“—Ahhahh…! Ohhh, guysss, pleaseee, slow d—Owwhhnn!!” You cry, eyes watering with the pokes and jabs on your velvety insides, the curve of Gojo scraping you in places you can’t reach, and Geto’s girth having your backside completely stretched for him. It’s all too much to focus on as your delicate bud is pressed on by your weight. “…Nhooo, God, I’m gonna—“

“Gonna cum, cutie?” You nod hurriedly, amusing Gojo for more chuckles. “Let’s cum together, yeah? Such a pretty girl…” And then, Gojo claims your lips for a steamy, passionate kiss, bringing a hand from your bottom to place behind your head to keep you on him.

“—Hnngh!! Wait, sweetheart, don’t clamp onto me so sudden—Ohh, shit, shit, shiiit,” Black hair strands fall from Geto’s shoulders as he falters at your grip. “Gonna cum, too….Gahhh—“

Your crescendo is the first to appear, howling and mewling into Gojo’s lips while your trembling figure undergoes the shocks of the deep penetration on both ends. The fluttering sensations of your cunt and anus are what prompt the two men to spill their load into you simultaneously, groaning with pleasure from your body. Your head is undoubtedly dizzy, your brain spiraling with impulses as your frame jerks with every wave of your orgasm.

After his climax is done, Geto slowly withdraws his cock from you. The condom filled with his essence. “Phew, that felt way too good.”

“For real, can’t get enough of this.” Gojo sighs while groping your asscheeks and kissing your forehead. “Ready for another round, baby? C’mon, let’s switch before Suguru gets all crybaby on us.” His sweet tone immediately flips to narrow his eyes at Geto for throwing his used, tied condom at Gojo's face for that comment. “Oh, you disgusting son of a bitch…”

“Shut up and switch, or else I’ll have you watch me pound Y/n for fifteen minutes.”

Being loved and obsessed by the two heartthrobs of the school is no easy work, which is evident when you can’t even get to nap by yourself after the sexual activities. With Gojo spooning Geto while he spoons you, there is no rest with these two; they might as well put collars around their necks and give you their leashes with how smitten they are to be around you.

Yet, at the same time, you don’t hate it — far from that. Because you know their feelings for you are genuine, you can see it in their sleeping faces as they’re probably thinking about you in your dreams as you observe. With a smile, you place kisses on their cheeks and silently leave the bed to use their shower.

The warm water is just as welcoming and temperate as their love, keeping you safe and washing your anxiousness away. In your thoughts, you reflect on all the times you’ve grown because of them, and it goes to show that their involvement has done substantial help for you. And for that, you are forever grateful for them and will always reciprocate their feelings as you feel the same.

“Hey, Y/n.”

Well, minus the immediate sense of apprehension that skyrockets once you hear Geto’s voice come behind you. You turn to see his naked self coming towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Suguru!? I–I thought you were sleep—“

“I was until you left my arms,” he says to your ear with his dulcet voice, his hands kneading the flesh of your wet hips. “Besides, saves us a lot of time if we share the shower, right?”

“Oh, Y/n~,” another voice enters the bathroom, and your dread plummets even further when Gojo opens the curtains with glee. “Don’t tell me you decided to shower without m—…Oh, you’re here, too.”

“Obviously,” Geto sucks his teeth at his roommate. “I live in this apartment and use this same shower, dumbass.”

Snowy eyebrows crease with irritation as Gojo enters the walk-in shower, sandwiching you between the two. “Well, don’t you think it’s rude for you to use the shower when our guest is using it first?”

“I could be asking you the same thing because who told you to come here?”

“Duh! I’m here to shower with my lover; are you stupid?”

“Are you? Don’t you see a boyfriend is trying to have some alone time with their partner?”

“Oh, eat horse shit.”

“Croak and die.”

You can only stand there and be mushed by the two tall boys arguing over you, unable to flee the scene as they both have their hands on you. Again, you don’t hate it at all. You love them just as much as they love and adore you. They may be the school favorites; however, you are the most precious thing they wish to engage with and want to keep to themselves.

…But would it kill them to give you some room once in a while!?

Jesus, how am I gonna survive with these two…

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HALLOWEEN BONANZA #4 - Josuke/Reader SPOOKY HAUNTED HOUSE FLUFF

This one’s SFW! I just couldn’t make Josuke into a monster, he’s too much of a sweet angel. A warning for this one that the kids in this fic are exhibiting BAD OUIJA BOARD ETIQUETTE. Ouija boards might be serious business and they might be just a toy, but personally I’m not taking any risks!

Josuke has a good reason to dislike Halloween, but he’s willing to do anything to make you happy - and if he thinks spending the night in a haunted house will do that, then he’ll try his best not to be too much of a scaredy cat. Halloween is a time when the veil between worlds is at its weakest, though. There’s no telling what might make itself known--

From what you know about the adventure Josuke and his friends had in the summer of 1999, he has a perfectly good reason to not like Halloween. He doesn’t like scary movies - the idea of slasher films, and people enjoying watch teenagers getting brutally murdered, just makes him shrug uncomfortably. He doesn’t like all of the blood and severed body parts and skeleton decorations, and he jumps a lot more easily than people would expect from a guy that’s now reached over six foot. He throws himself into every other celebration - birthdays, Christmas, Valentines day . . . it’s just Halloween that he doesn’t seem to like.

You, on the other hand, love it.

“If you wanna celebrate it, babe,” he says, giving you a smile, “I’ll do my best to make you happy, y’know? It’s just . . . Well, there are some parts of the season I’m not a fan of. So if we could try and keep stuff light-hearted, that’d be good.”

You’d assured him that you would try and keep things light-hearted, bought the cute decorations instead of the spooky ones, found a cute couples Halloween costume for you both to wear, bought cute pumpkin shaped candies (he hadn’t wanted ghost shaped ones), and you were ready to spend this Halloween having a sickeningly adorable time.

Well, there’s always something that comes along to throw a spanner in the works.

This spanner came in the form of Rohan Kishibe and Hirose Koichi, the latter of whom was friends with Josuke and the former whom . . . knew Josuke. Perhaps ‘friends’ wasn’t the right term to describe their particular relationship - at any rate, they were acquaintances, and at any rate, they got on better than they once did.

(“You burnt his house down?” You ask, holding a cup of tea in one hand and staring at your boyfriend in disbelief. Josuke shrugs his shoulders uncomfortably. “Well. Kinda? That’s not really - that’s probably an oversimplification, or somethin’--”)

Anyway, Rohan Kishibe is a manga artist, and he’s dragging Koichi along to spend Halloween night in a house in the middle of S-City that’s rumoured to be haunted. Koichi’s girlfriend Yukako had taken offence to Koichi not spending Halloween with her and had been invited along, and those three alone were a recipe for disaster, so eventually the invitation had been extended to include you, Josuke and Okuyasu as well.

Josuke gives you an embarrassed smile.

“I’m sorry it’s ruined your plans, babe,” he says, throwing his arm about your shoulders, “but . . . Yeah. I didn’t really wanna leave Koichi hanging, and I know y’like ghosts and that spooky stuff, and I thought maybe we could have fun if it was everyone together?”

“I don’t believe in ghosts,” you say to Josuke, patiently. “But . . . as long as I’m with you, I’m sure I’ll have a good time.”

The grin that splits Josuke’s face is dazzling, making him look even more handsome than usual - as if that were possible.

“I promise we’re gonna have the best Halloween ever!” He says, voice fervent, clapping hands on either side of your shoulder. “I promise!”

Whether it was the ‘best Halloween ever’ or not, you were at least about to have a very interesting one.

* * *

The house in question is a little bigger than average and decorated liberally for Halloween, and Rohan does not look pleased by it.

“When I said I was coming here for my research,” he says, elegant nose in the air, “I requested they leave it exactly as they found it. I did not want anything to be spoiled by this cheap, worthless decoration--” He plucks at a wooden plaque hanging on one of the walls, painted to look aged and faded and bearing the slogan ‘BEWARE’. “This isn’t real at all.”

You have to agree with him - the decorations are on the edge of tacky. Josuke seems displeased by them, too. They’re hovering a little too close to being the realistic kind of gore he hates and not the cutesy kind of friendly Halloween image that he’s fine with. Despite the fact that they do look cheesy (you see him looking with distaste at a plastic, severed hand), he’s obviously uncomfortable with them.

You lay a hand on his arm and smile at him reassuringly - Josuke gives you a wobbly smile in return.

Maybe the people who had let Rohan come here had been worried that the bland decor would make him angry, make him feel like he’d been mislead and demand his money back because there’s no way a murder could have taken place somewhere so ordinary. If this were the case, they had greatly misjudged Rohan Kishibe - he’s muttering under his breath about giving them a piece of his mind.

“So, uh, what’s the story with this place, Rohan-sensei?” Koichi asks, sensing that the mangaka is about to let a dark mood engulf him. You slip your hand into Josuke’s and follow the rest of them into the next room, comforted by the soft warmth of your boyfriend’s skin - Josuke looks glad for the contact. You get the impression he’s a jumpscare away from freaking out completely and running out of the house.

The decorations might not be scary to most people, but then again, Josuke isn’t most people.

“Everyone who’s lived here in the past hundred years has met a grisly end,” Rohan says, as you all filter out into what you think was once a guest bedroom. “There are all kinds of stories about demons and spirits who live here, drawn to the suffering and such.” Rohan gives a shrug, obviously not particularly invested in the tale. “The people I spoke to said nobody has managed to stay here a whole night, and I thought that if there were ghosts here, it would be a good frame of reference for my manga.”

Josuke looks a little frightened, his eyes wide.

“N-nobody has managed to stay here a whole night?” He asks, trying to keep his tone light - but his hand is gripping yours with considerable force. “Nobody at all?”

Rohan looks at Josuke with disdain.

“Nobody until me,” he clarifies, obviously not thinking the rest of your party count. “Nothing’s going to frighten me so much I run screaming out of this place.”

Yukako smiles, triumphantly, and reaches into her bag.

“Good,” she says. “Let’s test that theory.”

* * *

Yukako has brought candles and a Ouija board, and your spine is prickling with unease.

You’re not the only one.

Koichi seems unhappy, and Okuyasu’s face is downright terrified - when you look beside you in the circle you’ve formed, Josuke’s teeth are grit and he looks more on edge than you’ve ever seen him. The set of his shoulders is tense and you want to rub your hands across them and press kisses onto his cheek and reassure him that everything is going to be fine - unfortunately, that’s not the kind of thing that you do in front of other people, so you have to make do with resting your hand on his knee.

The only two people who seem into this in any way are Yukako and Rohan, and both of them have their eyes set on each other and tension fizzing through every muscle of their body. It’s like they’re engaged in some strange game of chicken - one of them has to back down first, and neither of them want to.

“We really don’t have to do this--” You say, taking a deep breath, figuring if someone’s taking control of the situation it ought to be you, as the others all seem kind of terrified as to what’s about to happen.

“No,” Rohan says, voice sharp, “you don’t. I, on the other hand, think that this is going to be a worthwhile experiment and good reference material for the supernatural arcs of Pink Dark Boy. I’ve never actually partaken in a Ouija session and I feel like they’ll be supremely useful. If you’re frightened,” here, Rohan’s eyes land on you and narrow in scorn, “then you can go into one of the other rooms.”

That’s what settles it.

If you were going to try and gently guide Josuke into the other room so he didn’t have to be around for something that’s clearly making him uncomfortable, any chances of that were now scuppered - Rohan has just suggested that someone who didn’t stay for his strange experiment is a coward, and Josuke’s pride is too fragile to accept that insult. Especially not where Rohan is concerned.

“We’ll stay, won’t we, babe?” He says, voice deliberate, putting his arm around you and accidentally digging his nails into soft skin.

“Yeah, of course,” you reply. “Ghosts aren’t real, anyway.”

There’s a pause after you say that, an exchange of looks between the people in the room that you don’t quite understand, but you aren’t given much time to dwell on how strange that might be, because Yukako has produced a lighter and is lighting candles. She asks Koichi to turn off the light and he does, ever the dutiful boyfriend - but as you’re thrown into darkness, the flickering flames the only thing illuminating each other’s faces, Josuke shifts deliberately closer to you.

You fancy you can feel the beating of his heart, a hammering rhythm against his chest, and you wish you could run your fingers through his hair and remind him that nothing is going to hurt him. Halloween really isn’t his holiday.

Everything you know about Ouija boards has been gleaned from horror movies and Halloween specials - if Yukako does anything wrong, you don’t see it. All you see is the faint, serene smile on her face as she goes about her business, and then as she asks you all to crowd in and put your finger over the planchette.

The silence in the room hangs thickly as you all lurch forward. Your finger rests beside Josuke’s, and you look at his face in the dim candlelight. His jaw is set, a muscle flickering in it. He looks afraid, and you wish you’d been more stubborn. If you’d perhaps told him you didn’t want to come here, you wouldn’t be trapped in this mess, and you and he could be curled up on the sofa in your house and handing out pumpkin shaped candies to trick or treaters as you exclaimed about how scary their costumes were.

“Are there any spirits nearby?”

Yukako’s voice rings out clear across the silent room, and despite your logical brain saying that nothing is going to happen, your heart jumps up into your throat. You wonder if everyone else is feeling quite so on edge.

There’s a silence in the room that cuts like a knife, thick with tension - and then slowly, oh-so-slowly, the planchette moves towards the ‘yes’.

You hear Josuke swallow, and as you look to one side, you see that there’s a strange glint in Rohan’s eye. He’s fascinated.

A strangled yelp escapes Okuyasu’s mouth, that he promptly looks deeply embarrassed by, and he clamps his mouth shut again. His lips are pressed into a tight line.

“How many spirits?” Yukako asks, and this time the planchette moves across the board a little faster. You’re barely touching it, and you wonder which of the others is manipulating the little pointer. You don’t think it’s Josuke - he’s as stiff as a board himself. You’re not sure it’s Okuyasu, either - he seemed genuinely frightened by the movement, and you think he values being seen as a tough guy too much for him to voluntarily tarnish that. It’s definitely not you - you’d know if that were the case.

Rohan’s too caught up in the realism of whatever he does to be the one making a Ouija board move falsely. His eyes are fanatically bright, glowing green and fixed on where your hands are joined. Koichi would never do something like this.

You suppose it’s Yukako, then. Ah well. If she wanted to have her fun, who were you to stop her? You wouldn’t call her out on this unless it went too far - and you had to admit, there was something pretty fun about the way the candles were flickering and the silence in the supposedly-haunted house. It all made for a wonderfully creepy Halloween, and that’s the kind of thing you love.

The planchette moves from letter to letter. M-A-N-Y.

“Many?” Rohan breathes. “Fascinating. Ask them more--”

Yukako shoots him a withering glare, as if angry with him for interrupting her concentration.

“How old are you?” She asks, and Rohan snorts under his breath - you get the impression he thinks this is rather a stupid question. Still, Yukako knows what she’s doing. The planchette moves to the one. The planchette moves to the zero. It jerks away, and then does it again.

“One hundred? One hundred what?” Rohan asks, and Yukako snaps out;

“One person should be asking the questions--”

But the planchette moves anyway, almost too fast for you to keep up. C-E-N-T-U-R-Y-S.

Guess ghosts aren’t too good at spelling.

“Are you a good spirit?” Yukako asks, and there’s a lull in the movement for a second. This presence obviously needs time to mull it over, and despite your skepticism you feel prickles of sweat down your back.

The planchette begins to move, and it’s as if you’ve read the future. It moves towards ‘no’.

A whimper escapes Josuke’s pressed together lips, and you see the shake of his hand, and you can’t let this happen to your boyfriend. You speak, for the first time.

“Yukako, this isn’t funny.”

You look up. Yukako’s face is white. She looks frightened, and you’ve never seen Yukako look anything other than perfectly put together. She breathes out, her voice dry;

“It’s not me.”

“W-who else could it be?” You say, pulling your hand back from the planchette (later, reading literature online, you’ll discover this was a very bad idea). Josuke seems to be spurred on by you drawing back, and he snatches his hand into his lap - a chain of events that means Okuyasu does too.

“I-it’s not me!” She insists, and then; “Look!”

She moves her finger off the little wooden pointer, which is vibrating now, as if full of energy. You watch in horror as it moves quick enough to knock Rohan’s hand off of it. Nobody is touching it now, and yet it has moved to the nine on the board.

Everyone around the board watches in horror as it moves to the eight, with nobody touching it. One of the candles flickers, and goes out.

Eight.

Yukako reaches across and tries to put her hand on the planchette again, but it moves too quickly.

Seven.

She gets ahold of it, and then, speaks loudly--

“Don’t--”

A violent jerk to the six.

A strangled noise of fear comes out of Okuyasu as another candle goes out, and you look at Josuke next to you, who’s shaking violently.

Five.

Strands of Yukako’s hair begin to move despite the fact there’s no wind, that no doors or windows are open - it’s whipped around as if a gust of air is blowing directly onto her. You shiver; it feels as though the room has suddenly gotten very gold.

Four.

Yukako screams. You’re far enough away in the group that you see her head tip back, you see her eyes roll back, you see that for a moment there’s nothing visible but the whites of her eyes. Koichi scrambles away from her. Rohan looks fascinated, and it’s with a flash of disgust that you realize he’s actually interested in what’s happening and doesn’t care that everyone else is terrified.

Three.

There’s the sound of glass shattering, another candle going out (there’s only one left), a whimpered moan that comes from either Okuyasu or Josuke, you can’t quite tell-- Two.

Something guttural and frightening issues forth from Yukako’s mouth, a language you don’t think you’ve ever heard spoken before, deeper a noise than you think it’s possible for a human voice to make.

One.

Rohan finally moves. His long spidery fingers clamp down over Yukako’s, and with his air of knowing exactly what he’s doing at all times, he forces her hand down to the centre of the board, to the ‘GOODBYE’. He speaks aloud -

“That’s enough--”

The final candle goes out, and Josuke screams.

* * *

After the events of the night, despite Rohan’s insistence that you were being cowards, you’re not staying any longer.

“I’ll book a hotel,” you say to Josuke, who still looks shaken up. “I’m not . . . don’t worry, babe. It’ll be fine.”

Josuke’s voice cracks.

“I don’t like Halloween,” he says. You want to throw your arms around him and let him cry into your shoulders - if his wobbling lip is any indication, he wants to be able to cry to. “I really . . . Shit, I don’t like Halloween.”

“It’s alright,” you say, trying to keep your voice soft as you shove his things into a bag. Okuyasu is hovering and then, blurts out;

“I’m comin’ too. I don’t like the energy of this place.” He shivers. “There’s somethin’ real weird about, y’know? I don’t . . . If there are bad spirits here, I feel like we should leave ‘em alone. That’s what they’d want, right?”

“I think you’re right,” comes Koichi’s voice, a little more assured than anyone else’s. The diminutive man is shaking, but he looks at you three with a solemn face. “I’m leaving too. Yukako will probably follow me. If you want . . . I can drive us all back. It’ll be a tight fit, but . . .”

“Please,” Josuke says, the word tumbling out of his mouth in desperation. “I really don’t think I can stay here.”

“You can’t be serious,” Rohan scoffs, coming into the sitting room and looking around at all of you. “All this over a silly children’s game?”

Josuke snaps.

“You should know better than anyone that ghosts aren’t a story you can just bend around to be whatever the fuck you want ‘em to be!” He says, voice rising to a volume you’ve only ever heard it at when somebody insults his hair. “You’re fuckin’ around with stuff we shouldn’t be fucking around with! What’s it gonna take for you to admit that you’re not infallible, huh? One of us dying? You probably wouldn’t even care!”

Rohan’s expression is as haughty as ever.

“There are certain things that have to be put up with for the sake of art,” he says, voice prim and proper. “And for the sake of realism in my art, I’m willing to--”

“Rohan-sensei,” Koichi says, sounding serious. You’re aware that he’s usually the peacemaker of the group, and everyone looks at him to be the moral compass, but until this moment you haven’t understood why. But his voice doesn’t have a single shake in it. “I think you’re forgetting what we know about ghosts. Places that have connections to the spirit world - I think Josuke’s right. We should go home. It’s probably safest.”

You don’t think now is the right time to pry about what they know. Josuke’s made it clear there’s some kind of past history regarding Rohan and him and everyone else and ghosts, but you’ll get that from your boyfriend some other time.

You didn’t believe in ghosts this morning, but this morning you’d never seen a planchette move on its own or blow out candles or glass shatter in a photo frame with nothing touching it. You’d never seen anyone’s hair move the way that Yukako’s had (maybe that one could be explained) - you’d never heard anyone’s voice turn that way. You’d never seen that happen to their eyes.

You figure today is as good a day as any to start believing in ghosts.

Rohan seems defeated by Koichi, as he always is; you don’t know what it is about him, but Rohan trusts and likes Koichi more than anyone else. No wonder Yukako didn’t seem to like him hanging around with her boyfriend.

“Alright,” Rohan says, grumpily, sounding like a child who’s just been denied his favourite flavour of ice cream. “I guess you can drive me home, too.”

“There isn’t room,” Josuke bites out, his tone tinged with spite. “Get a fucking taxi.”

Rohan tips his head up so that his eyes are level with Josuke’s, and you swear that for a minute you actually see sparks flying between them, a physical representation of the fact that both of them would probably like nothing better than to punch the other.

Rohan heaves a sigh.

“Alright,” he says, tone long-suffering, “it’s not like I can’t afford it.”

* * *

“I’m sorry about today,” you say to Josuke, very gently, once you’re back in your own house. Josuke looks at you with despair present in his gaze.

“I know you love Halloween,” he says. “I’m sorry about everything. I really didn’t think -- I had no idea that things would turn out like that.”

“None of us thought that,” you tell him, stepping forward and cupping his face. He leans into the warmth of your palm and you’re reminded how soft his skin is and how handsome Josuke Higashikata is, how lucky you are to be the one who gets to touch him. “Hell. I love spooky things and that was too much for me.”

“Rohan should know better,” Josuke says. “Especially after everything that happened with Reimi.”

You look at him curiously. Sometimes Josuke forgets you haven’t been a constant part of his life in the way Koichi or Okuyasu have. He mentions people he forgets you’ve never met, asks you if you remember an event that you weren’t present for. Whoever Reimi is, it’s obvious from Josuke’s expression as he mentions her that she’s someone significant.

It’s not a day to be pushy, though.

“Do you want to go to bed?” You ask him, trying to keep your voice soft. In the car, Josuke had picked glass out of your hair and napped on your shoulder. You’d been sandwiched in the middle between Okuyasu and Josuke and you’re longing to be able to stretch out on the soft sheets of your bed.

“I’m worried I’ll have nightmares,” he admits. “That was some real shit back there.”

You smile adoringly up at him.

“I’ll hold you,” you say, “you can be the little spoon.”

You surprise a laugh out of your boyfriend and feel like the proudest person in the world - Josuke laughs easily, usually, but when he’s in a mood he can be difficult to break out of it. He’d been noticeably gloomy and jumpy since the Ouija incident. Not that he could be blamed for that.

“Well, hell,” he says, already moving towards the bedroom. “How can I say no to an offer like that from someone as cute as you are?”

“You can’t,” you agree amiably, already stripping out of your clothes as you walk, excited to feel your body pressed against his. “I’m too cute and you need to sleep with me right now. It’s just my natural charm.”

His colour and his light attitude are slowly returning to him; he turns his head and throws a careless wink in your direction, saying as you crawl onto the mattress;

“Sleep with you, huh?”

“Pervert,” you mumble sleepily, wrapping arms around Josuke’s trim waist and hoping that there isn’t any glass left in your hair as you bury your face in his neck. He smells like his cologne, a slightly childish and fruity smell that you adore. “Good job you’re so cute too.”

He makes a content noise, snuggling back into you, plush of his butt pressing against you. You drop a sleepy kiss over the birthmark on his shoulder.

“Hey,” you say, voice heavy with sleep, “y’know, because we were out we didn’t get any trick or treaters. We’ll hafta eat all of that candy ourselves.”

“Fuck yeah,” Josuke mumbles, “I wanted the candy for me anyway.”

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