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Feel like Jeff is a huge anal enjoyer. Pinning you down and pushing the fat head of his cock past your tight hole. Groaning into your hair as you clench so hard around him. Milking him for his worth as he fucks you.
TW'S : non-con turned consensual , stalker behavior , break-ins , choking , dacryphilia , obsessive and abusive actions , violence against reader , Jeffery being himself (gross) , unhealthy relationships , threats made , Jeff threatens to eat Reader , No use of Y/N , Reader and Jeff have history
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extra!: I’ve had this fic ROTTING in my drafts since February of this year man- idk why I just couldn’t finish it until like now! BUT! Enjoy please
divider credit to: @/cafekitsune
The air was thick, a norm for mid-July. And with the A/C in your apartment being busted, you were forced to sleep on your couch with the windows wide open. With no windows in your tiny room, the arrangement worked fine enough, though even with the larger bay windows wide open, the air still was heavy with heat and humidity.
So you did what any twentysomething girl living alone in the city would do. Sleep in your underwear, of course. Scantily clad in a pair of cheeky boyshorts, you pranced around the small apartment like a fawn. Some old sitcom flashed on the screen of the laptop nestled on your coffee table.
The melotonin fluttering through your brain eased you to a groggy state of mind, and the hum of the box fan was making it even harder to stay awake and pay attention to the medicore man on the screen. Something... something airplane food.
Maybe you didn't hate this sleeping arrangement. It would be fine until the repairmen were in your apartment later that week.
But he loved the sleeping arrangement.
You not being in your room as often meant hiding under your bed and in your closet wasn't as shitty of a choice anymore. Not like it wasn't something he was used to. Even back then, when your dad would come to check on you during the night, Jeff would crawl under the bed or scramble to the closet to hide from the beefy man.
Now this was different. Jeffery had been giddy all day; it could almost be classified as kiddish if the reason why wasnt so hellish
And as sleep finally had you slumping down into the leather couch, flesh on full display, he knew he wouldn't have to wait much longer. That melotonin knocked you cold. He'd be on you soon enough.
Your brain couldn't exactly come up with a reason why your thin sheet suddenly grew as heavy and as hot as a fur blanket. Especially with your body still under the effects of the medication you took. Opening your bleary eyes, you tried to kick out to free your legs, but you couldn't seem to do so. You whined out and rolled your head back to the center of your pillow, rubbing your eyes, trying and failing to wake yourself up.
You shot your hands into the darkness and flinched when it made contact with a soft, hairy texture. Your eyes flew open, and a loud scream bubbled up in your throat, which was quickly hushed by a large hand slapping over your mouth. The stranger leaned over you until his forehead was pressed against yours. Drool dripped down his chin as he eerily grinned down at you
Your stomach puckered, and he couldn't ignore the shiver of pride that coiled down his spine as hot tears soaked into his hand. He had you. Finally, after countless fucking years, he had you underneath him.
"You have no fucking idea... how long it took for me to find... to find you..." He breathed, putting more pressure against your mouth, which meant more pressure for your sleep-muddled brain. Your hands shot up to claw at his flesh.
"No! No, you don't get to fuckin' ruin this for me, doll." He shook your body, and a muffled whimper of pain rolled from your chest. His drool grossly crawled down your cheek, and you shrank back as he leaned closer once more.
"I'm going to eat you alive." He muttered, his rough tongue darting out to lick your cheek. You sobbed hard into his hand, and he groaned, leaning back.
His free hand trailed up your stomach and cupped your breast. Your chest clenched as you looked down to where his hand lay, his cold thumb brushing your nipple. Eliciting a soft, dizzy whine.
Maybe it was due to a not-clear head, but his touch felt so reminicent, just like how it had felt back then. But you couldn't shake the way nausea wracked your helpless body at his appearance.
Pinching the rosey bud between his thumb and pointer squeezed down hard, taking this chance to free his hand from your mouth and to shove his tongue down your throat. Without second thought, you bit down, only to be blindsided with a rough slap.
Your mouth filled with blood, and you blinked, trying to stop the thrumming in your head.
"Acting like I won't gut you and fuck your dead fucking body." He growled, roughly shoving his calloused, dirty hand down into your panties.
Your hips twisted and thrashed as he pressed his fingers into your clit rubbing it slowly. Unblinking eyes watching every reaction your face displayed. The way your brows furrowed and the way your eyes were glassy with tears. How your chest stuttered and your weak attempts to back away from him.
Trapped beneath him and the couch. Like a fawn in the maw of a rabid wolf. Jeff would consume you whole and that was a promise.
“I, heh, I tracked you. Followed you at the stupid fuckin’ job” he laughed like something was funny. Like you didn’t feel like your entire world was crashing in waves around you.
“Watched you while you worked, sittin’ in the booth in the corner..”
His breath fanned your face, and you whined into the air. Unable to block him out, his body infecting you like a disease. Worming under your skin and into the meat that was hidden beneath your flesh.
Jeff groaned and leaned down to capture your lips in what little was left of his, his tongue shoving past the barrier you attempted to put up with your lips.
His tongue was hot against your own, and it felt like he was trying to fucking smother you. He was all around you, all you could smell or feel.
He reeked like flesh and blood. The smell making you dizzy.
The raven haired killer pulled away from your lips with a loud pop! His teeth finding the thin flesh of your neck where it met your shoulder, and he sunk his canines into your skin.
A loud sharp cry strained from your throat and he groaned against your flesh. Rutting his hips into your panty clad cunt. Cock straining against the fabric of his dirty jeans, desperate to be buried in your sweet pussy.
Where he belonged. Where you belonged.
“I still.. remember how fuckin’ good you felt. How your tight little cunt squeezed me. Like you wanted me to breed you. You’d like that wouldn’t you… yeah, you want Jeff to fuck a baby into ya’?”
Your bottom lip trembled and you shook your head. Face contorting in an ugly grimace as he chuckled down at you. A raspy nasty laugh, taunting and unkind.
“I wasn’t asking, doll.”
You watched as Jeff sat back on his knees, the buckle of his belt like a gunshot echoing through your apartment. Your stomach dropping as you realized. You really had no way out of this. The boy you once loved, now turned serial murderer, was going to ruin you. How disgustingly poetic, hm?
Jeff was big, his cock springing free from the confines of his ratty boxers bouncing in the dim moonlight. You watched as he shivered, fisting his length in his calloused hand. Giving it a few pumps to really get the blood flowing.
“You look so cute like this baby. Your trembling so hard, fuckin’ sounds like your teeth are gonna fall out your stupid head.”
His hand met your face hard, and the sound you made was strained due to his hand wrapping tight around your windpipe. Sending your eyes back into your skull, and making your body thrash in panic.
So blindsided by the pain in your face and your lack of oxygen, you failed to notice him tearing your flimsily panties from your body. The bulbous thick head of his cock kissing your clit. Unwanted pleasure sparkled through you like a firework and you keened into the air.
Jeff’s hand left your throat to tangle in your hair, tilting your head down so you could see where he was positioned betwixt your thighs. A weak hiccup left your throat as you felt your cunt clench around nothing. Gasping for air as you shook.
“Awe.. looks like she remembers me.” He grinned down at you before tilting his head down, a thick glob of spit falling from his lips and dropping down onto your clit. Sliding down your folds and collecting with the slick beginning to grow.
Without a second chance to even try to object, Jeff guided his cock past your folds and slipped the tip into your hole. A deep, guttural growl rumbled out of his chest and he hastily drove his hips into yours. The sudden fullness knocking the air from your lungs for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Your eyes going cross and your jaw falling slack as he bottomed out in your tight pussy.
“That’s it.. fuck.. you’re squeezing me so tight, princess. Feel that good?” His voice was airy, like just sliding into you already had him close. Your gummy walls squeezing and milking him. Molding around his cock like the perfect cocksleeve.
His fingers found your hips in a painful hold, and he pulled his hips back so just the tip caught on your entrance. Before slamming back into your cunt, pulling a choked sob from you.
His pace was relentless, fucking into you like he was trying to push past your cervix and into your womb. The aggressive echo of skin meeting skin bounced off the walls. Sweat rolling between your knees and down your chest. Dripping down your forehead.
Jeff’s hair was matted to his head as he buried his scarred face in the crook of your neck. Pounding into you so hard you were afraid the whole couch was going to buckle beneath his thrusts. Scraping against the shitty wood.
Your head was tilted back, eyes rolled back into yours skull and your nails sinking into the pale skin of his back. Leaving angry red scratch marks in their wake. Squeaky moans and gasps for air were punched from your mouth. Cunt drooling down your ass and into the shitty leather of your couch.
“Jeff…! J-Jeff ! O-oh!”
His large hand wrapped around your jaw, forcing you to meet his unblinking gaze. His pupils were blown so wide they swallowed the blue to the edge. Blood and drool dripping from his chin and down your chest.
He looked insane, drunk off the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. Sucking him in like it would die without him.
That’s what you were made for. For him to hurt and to mold. A pretty art project for him to shatter.
His hand disappeared between your bodies, fingers finding your clit once more. And you cried out thrashing against him.
“That’s it… wanna - holy shit… wanna feel you come around me..”
Your body thrashed like it was possessed, hips bucking off the couch to meet his thrusts. The slight outline of his cock through your stomach making you whine. Babbling about being so full. Nonsense mixed with his name the only thing that could even form on your tongue.
Your orgasm hit without warning. Exploding so hard in your gut you felt like you had been struck by a train. Your toes curled and your teeth found their way into his shoulder. The metallic taste of his blood exploding on your tongue. A deep moan met your ears as Jeff dug his nails into your thighs, hips meeting yours once more as he fucked his cum into you. Swearing and hissing under his breath as he trembled above you. His stomach flexing as he came inside you.
The two of you laid tangled together, slick with sweat. Your chest heaving as you sunk into the coach. Eyes falling shut as your limbs ached in pain. Pussy contracting around his now flaccid cock. Your mind now hazy and blissfully fucked out.
You awoke with a jolt the next morning, the hustle and bustle of the city outside filtering into your apartment. Was it all just some really fucked up dream?
But as you leered down, you noticed the dried blood staining your bare chest. The now dry cum slathered against your inner thighs and how sticky your body felt. Your legs trembled as you pulled your sweat slick body off the leather couch, needing a cold shower to scrub your body clean.
Passing by the kitchen, you just barely missed the small piece of paper pinned on your fridge by a magnet.
A crude promise, handwriting sloppier than a child’s. Uniquely Jeff’s.
How pliant and willing to please you are, you’ll take anything he gives you. Like when he shoves your head into the pillows, or when he coaxes you to take his cock. Even if you whine that “He’s too big” or “it hurts!”
Because no matter how much you sniffle and squirm, your cunts sucking him and squeezing him like you’d die if he pulled out.
being feverishly sick, but Jeff is insistent on fucking you. Eyes glassy and voice raspy, your skin slick with sweat as he fucks your leaking pussy. You’re delusional and dizzy but can’t get enough no matter how sick you are
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: This fic WILL contain dark and triggering content. Reader discretion is advised.
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: stalking .. underage drug usage .. murder .. violence .. abusive relationships .. stockholm syndrome .. non-con/dub-con .. underage sexual relations (reader and Jeff are 17 in flashbacks) .. suicide mentions .. alcohol .. sexual content .. DARK FIC AHEAD !!DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!
Summary: You and your friend decide to see if you can find ghosts in an abandoned asylum as you record the whole thing. When you run into Hoodie, he thinks it’d be fun to record you instead.
Characters: Hoodie x Female Reader
SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI
TW: Recording sex, bad blowjob, vaginal, threatening with a gun, pussy slapping, size difference, forcing, gagging, stretching, cream pie, size difference
Words: 3.9k
You spent your whole life filming everything.
It didn’t matter what. Eating breakfast, going to the store, hanging with friends, everything was caught on your little camcorder. You had an internet personality to keep up with and feeding your viewers your personal life was a hefty job. But you loved it.
So, of course, when your best friend messaged you about some supposedly haunted mental asylum twenty minutes off the interstate, you had to get it on camera.
The mid-autumn breeze blew through your hair as you and your friend packed your filming equipment into the back of your car, shutting the trunk before climbing into the driver's seat. The asylum wasn’t even an hour away. But as you sped down the interstate, it was like the whole atmosphere had changed. The clouds were dark, the wind blew leaves from the trees, and this ominous darkness loomed around you.
“Where did these rain clouds come from?” Your friend mumbled, scrolling through her phone and checking the weather which didn’t offer many answers. Brushing it off, you turned down an overgrown dirt road off the highway and searched for the building. If it did start raining, there was no way you were getting your camera out of the car. And if there was no camera, there was no reason for you to go inside. But as you drove further, an overgrown sign dangled on the side of the path. ‘State Asylum for the Mentally Insane.’ Charming. It was much farther after that that you could see the run-down building come into view, boarded up windows and patches of wall missing. The decorations of the building had all but disintegrated, but the foundation and skeleton of the building still stood strong minus the crumbling sections of walls. You pulled the car as close to the end of the path as you could before the overgrown plants stopped your path. Shutting the engine off, you sat and stared at the rolling clouds swarming overhead, judging if this was a good idea or not. Obviously, you knew it wasn’t.
“Shit, whole things coming down. Wonder how much longer it's got till it completely crumbles.” Your friends laughed, hopping out of the car and opening the trunk, slinging a bag full of voice recorders over her shoulder. “I hope we don’t find out.” You joked back, sliding to the back and grabbing your camera and backpack full of batteries and hard drives. The wind howled through the building, an eerie whistling noise echoing off the decaying walls that were visible from the outside. If you couldn’t find anything haunted in there, at least you’d get some good aesthetic shots. “I say we make a lap through the building and see if we can find any particular room that feels right to set up in. Y’know, see if it feels haunted.” They laughed, slamming the trunk shut and sauntering towards the entrance, a large dark door with shattered lanterns on either side. You flipped open your camera lens, filming a good shot of your friend shoving the door open and peeking inside. You quickly followed behind, skipping up the steps and peeking inside yourself.
The entrance was dark, furniture and paintings rusted with age and tossed around on the ground. Leaves and cobwebs accented the space, giving just the right amount of old and creepy as you filmed you both entering. The wind howled through the halls as you scanned each room, discovering abandoned medical supplies, facility rooms, and rows and rows of medical beds. All of it was caught on film, the dim lighting giving just the perfect balance with the soft glow of your flashlight. This had to get you views.
When you and your friend finally decided on a spot, a recreation room fit with a stage and tables, you set your audio recorders on the tables, little blinking lights illuminating the room as you pointed the camera. Your friend pulled out their flashlight, laying it on the table and flicking it on. You angled the lens, catching their face in the glow as they began to ask questions, the eerie quietness echoing their voice. “If there are any spirits here who are wishing to make themselves known, please do so now.” Silence. Besides the settling of the old floorboards, there wasn’t a movement or sound to be made. They tried again. “We’re here to do nothing more than talk. Please don’t be afraid to communicate.” Nothing again. You were growing impatient, switching your camera between your friend and the dormant recording devices, no lights signaling activity was being captured. Your friend groaned, holding out for maybe just some noise but ultimately flipping off the flashlight and scooping the recording equipment back into their bag. “Maybe we just picked a bad room. I want to try something though.” You flipped your camera shut, breathing deep and smelling nothing but mould and concrete. “And?”
They shuffled the bag onto their shoulder, shining their flashlight around the disheveled room. “I saw on some ghost channel they split up and went to opposite ends of their hospital and got a lot of activity. Apparently, ghosts like it when you’re alone.” They smiled, shuffling back to the hallway. “Sounds good to me,” It didn’t, but who were you to say no to some good content? “Walk to opposite ends of the building and meet back in thirty minutes?” You both nodded, turning away from each other as you trudged your way to the farthest end of the asylum.
You felt like you had walked forever, stepping down two flights of stairs until you ended up in what you assumed to be the basement. Random trash and unorganized medical equipment littered the floor but it was charming in a way, like the place was a relic of what it used to be. The damp air surrounded you, every step echoing off the concrete walls and recording beautifully as you flipped on your camera. Cobwebs hung in every corner, more afraid of running into one than running into an actual ghost, but content was content.
You set your camera on the ground, shining your flashlight at your face as you crisscrossed in front of the lens. The hall was silent, the dark corners sending chills up your spine as you couldn’t see past where your flashlight glow went. You settled yourself, breathing deeply before calling into the darkness. “If there are any spirits here who would like to communicate, please make yourself known.” Silence. The rhythmic dripping of water from the pipes offered some relief as you listened closely, but ultimately heard nothing. You sighed, trying again. “I am only here to talk. Please make yourself known.” Nothing still. It was relieving, sort of, praying internally that you’d find nothing as you stared into the camera’s lens. Shaking your head, you gave it one final attempt before you’d decide to head back upstairs. “If any spirits wa-”
That was when you heard it. The loud thud echoed from down the dark hallway. Fear shot through you, quickly aiming your flashlight but seeing nothing that could have made the noise. “Hello..?” You called, picking your camera up and directing it the same way. There was no response. But as you went to stand, a very clear sound of someone clearing their throat echoed. You scrambled to your feet, realizing this wasn’t going to be paranormal, but some squatter you’d accidentally run up on. Your hands were shaking but relentlessly keeping the camera trained on the hall, staring intently for any sign of motion. Deciding not to press your luck further, you quietly stepped towards the stairs, barely reaching the railing before you saw it. The tall figure of a man resting his shoulder on the wall beside you and staring straight at you.
A scream bubbled in your throat, panic building before he was on you in a second, his large hands shoving his over your mouth and holding your head still. You gripped your equipment tightly, panicking desperately as you tried to wiggle your way out of his grasp. That all stopped as soon as you felt the gunhead press against your ribs, nudging you to be compliant. “One word and I shoot.” He huffed, his deep voice reverberating against the walls. That’s when you could see him in the glow of your flashlight. He wore a ski mask that covered every feature of his face, but had a weird face drawn on. Tears rolled down your cheeks, realizing what a heap of trouble you were in. Whining, the man released your mouth but nudged the gun deeper into your rib, forcing you to the wall behind you. His gruff demeanor shakes you. “Explain yourself. Now.” He commanded, shoving the hilt further up. You panicked, quickly answering. “Uh- My f-friend and I came to see if we c- could find ghosts. I was making, uh, a video.” You cringed, holding the camera up as it was still rolling, capturing everything that had happened so far. The man jerked the camera out of your hand, examining it before tossing it to the floor, a whine escaping you as you watched it skid against the concrete. He leaned in close to your face, his breathing mumbled by the mask. “No ghosts, huh?” He towered over you, his large frame encapsulating you easily. You shook your head awkwardly, gulping as he pulled the gun from your side but quickly repositioned it under your chin, nudging it forcefully. “Sorry sweetheart, but I’m afraid this is as far as you’ll get.” He cocked the trigger, the noise sending a full-blown panic through you as you gripped his arm. “Please! Please- oh, God, I’ll do anything,” You huffed, tears pouring heavily. “Anything you want. Money, your dick sucked, food, anything!” You pleaded, face growing red as you shook with fear.
The man leaned back, pulling his finger off the trigger as he chuckled. “What was that second thing?” He smirked, resting his hand on his hip but not letting that gunhead leave your chin. You blushed roughly, your words betraying you as you just word-vomited something to save yourself. “I said anything.” You huffed, gritting your teeth as you felt the cold metal leave your skin, sighing deeply.
The man holstered his gun in the back of his jeans, sauntering over to your camera on the ground and scooping it up. He wiped it off, flipping the screen open before pointing it at you. You blushed, feeling awkward on the other side of the lens for once. He chuckled, stepping closer to you as he moved the camera to the side, staring at you directly. “Well?” He grinned, focusing his gaze back on the camera screen that captured your red face, the flash accentuating your features. His mask concealed his expression making you unsure if he was being serious or not, but you didn’t want to test those waters knowing full well he had a gun.
You awkwardly knelt in front of him, the concrete wall behind you cramping you. The truth was, you had no clue what you were doing. No boyfriends made their way around to lay you, so whatever you were about to pull out of your ass: your life literally depended on it.
You fiddled with his belt, sliding it open before nervously pulling the zipper of his jeans down. He wasn’t even half-hard in his boxers. You palmed at the bulge awkwardly, glancing up as the camera stared at you, his face peeking behind and watching you closely. Growing in your hand, you tucked your fingers under his boxers and tugged them down, his large cock barely bobbing out. It was awkward, but you took the length in your hands and slowly began to stroke, feeling it harden slowly. This was good. Nervousness pricked at your stomach as you licked at the tip. You slowly pressed the now hard length into your mouth, getting as deep as you could before pulling back. Slobber coated the length, gleaming in the flash of the camera. You leaned back in, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and taking the rest of what you could in your mouth. It wasn’t good and you knew it. Your teeth constantly scraped against his length. Not to mention any time the tip passed your tongue you were gagging back off of it.
He was growing impatient, the half-assed attempt at head making his head hurt. You felt his hand slink up the back of your head and grip a handful of your hair, slowly guiding your head back onto his cock. “Open wide.” He commanded, holding the camera lower to get a good shot. You hung your jaw lower, gripping his jeans quickly as you felt him press into your mouth further than you knew you could take. You gagged, straining to pull your head back but he wouldn’t let you, he just kept pushing your head further. You slammed your eyes shut, tears pricking as you wrapped your lips around the thick cock deep in your mouth. He finally pulled your head back, giving you a second to breathe before you snapped his hips back into your mouth quickly. You whined, throat choking as he thrust your head on his cock quickly. He held your hair tightly as he forced himself down your throat, practically face-fucking you and not giving you a second to adjust.
“Damn, you got a mouth on you, huh?” He huffed, shoving the camera closer to your mouth wrapping around him tightly. You groaned, eyes rolling as you gagged each time his cock pressed against the back of your throat. It was loud and vulgar, the wet sounds echoing off the walls. He refused to let up though, groaning as he held your head back. “There you go. Keep that throat open, sweetheart.” He moaned deeply, pressing your head flush against him but not pulling away. You began to panic, gripping at his jeans as you choked, no air reaching you. He chuckled, cock throbbing in your mouth at the sound of drool gurgling in your throat. He finally pulled you off his length, a loud gasp escaping you as air filled your lungs. He pulled your hair back making you stare at the camera, your flushed face and slobber-covered lips shining brightly against the flash. “God…” He let go of your hair, pumping his cock into his hand before kneeling at your level. “Yeah, I’m not done with you.” He grinned, gripping your legs pulling them out from under you and landing you on your back. He crawled over you, nudging himself between your legs as he tugged at your shirt until it bunched above your bra. He hooked his fingers under the cups, pushing them up and exposing your tits. Hands were on them in a second, massaging and pulling at the mounds.
Your whines echoed as he pinched your nipples, pulling them roughly and kneading the buds in between his fingers. “You’ve got such a nice body sweetheart. I can’t wait to ruin it.” He scaled the camera across your body and shot your curves well. It was incredibly embarrassing.
He pulled his hands off your nipples, leaning back to set the camera on the ground and angle it between your legs, getting a good shot of your crotch. If anything, you were impressed with his familiarity with a camera. But the other half of you cringed as he unbuttoned your pants and slid them off your legs, giving the camera a clear shot of your damp panties. His fingers rubbed at the spot, his thumb pressing roughly against your clit and making you squirm. You reached down quickly, grabbing his wrist. That wasn’t going to happen. He immediately grabbed your wrists in return, pinning your hands above your head and relishing the way your body arched in defiance. “Calm down, huh? Relax…” He grinned, sliding your panties off your hips with his right hand and sliding his fingers up your folds, collecting your arousal. Pressing your legs open, he spread your folds the same, the cold air making your clit twitch. “Such a pretty cunt…” He groaned, spreading your lips and spitting against your hole, making you squirm.
He rubbed his fingers against your entrance, circling the area as you arched your back, silently begging for him to slide them in. That was when you saw his hand reach back and quickly slap down on your cunt, a sharp sting hitting you. You gasped, his hand slapping you again before you could even say anything. His palm continued to connect with your cunt, rubbing the area roughly before bringing his hand back to slap down again. You were a whining mess, every sting and slap making you so much wetter. The squelching sounds your cunt made every time his palm reached was embarrassing, your moans mixing and creating an insanely lewd noise. “God! Please…” You whined, squeezing your knees closer and trapping his hand against your cunt. He chuckled, giving in and pressing his fingers into your soaked entrance, a loud squelch echoing. You groaned, his fingers reaching deeply inside of you and curling just the right way. When he began to pump his fingers, it was all you could do not to scream your pleasure. Your throbbing clit ached as his fingers curled against your walls, each curl causing them to clench down. His thick fingers worked you open, your squirming body being easily held down by his muscled arms. Your orgasm came incredibly fast, your walls tightening around his fingers as they stretched your entrance wide and became soaked with your ecstasy.
He pulled his fingers out sharply and brought them to the hem of his mask as he slid it up just above his nose. He licked his fingers of your arousal, smiling at you as he took them down to the knuckle. Your eyes frantically glanced at the camera lens, the flash blinding you as you begged the battery would magically die and none of this would be recorded. No luck. “Damn sweetheart, you think that cunt’s ready for me yet?” He grinned, pulling his mask back down and wrapping his hands around your ankles, pulling you quickly to rest your thighs on top of his. His cock was twitching and angry, the head pulsing as he pumped it in his hands. He let it rest on your tummy. You glance down, head spinning as you realize just how big he is. “Oh, I’m gonna be in there.” He chuckled, releasing your wrists to scoop his hands under your hips and angle them up. He nudged the head of his cock against your entrance, leaning down to meet his face with your as he breathed deeply. “Try to not scream, yeah?”
Before you could question why, he slammed your hips down onto his length. The rough stretch and sting of him entering you so abruptly made you cry out, tears leaking down your cheeks. He didn’t wait. Either because he couldn’t or because he didn’t care. His hips snapped into you quickly, fingers digging into your bare hips as he forced your hips to connect with his. “Shit-” He was grunting with every thrust, heavily breathing behind the mask. Your moans and cries matched his, every nudge of his cock against your walls making your back arch and jaw hang open. It was dizzying. He was perched on his knees, holding your hips off the ground and fucking into you like some fleshlight.
Every tug at his hands and pull at his jacket went unnoticed as you clawed against him, trying your hardest to find some stability as your body was being rammed against. Your cunt throbbed with every squelch and slap, your walls constricting around the thick length invading inside of you. The camera caught it all, angled perfectly to see every inch of his cock sink into your cunt as he thrust quickly. It caught every lewd moan, every slap of skin. The tears were rolling down your cheeks, the sting and stretch of him mixing with the absolute pleasure slamming into you. “Fuck, so tight. Gonna milk me dry, sweetheart.” He huffed, repositioning for a split second before angling his hips up to ram into your g-spot. You screamed out, hand reaching for your clit as you rubbed in pace with his thrusts up into you.
That’s when he grabbed the camera, angling it down directly at your cunt as he sunk into you quickly. “Cum on my cock. Yeah, let me see it.” He moaned, shoving your hand out of the way to press his own fingers against your clit, rubbing quick and rough. You slapped your hands over your face, eyes rolling as you felt your orgasm rushing against you. The masked man was moaning louder, little whines escaping his lips as his own pace became sloppy. “Cum all over me, sweetheart.” He groaned. It sent you over, waves of pleasure crashing into you quickly as he refused to let off of your clit. You screamed out, arching your back against his fingers as he rubbed your orgasm out. Walls around his cock constricted, milking him as he held the camera close, the flash catching every drop of sweat and arousal that mixed on you. He bottomed out against you, moaning loudly as he released deep into your cunt.
The room went quiet apart from your panting. The camera caught it all, each pulse of his cock as he filled you full, your hands gripping tightly against his wrist as he held his thumb over your clit. He slowly pulled out, hissing as you felt the stretch of him. When his head popped out, he moved the camera down, catching every second as his seed leaked out of you. “Did so good sweetheart. Took me so good.” He huffed, sliding his fingers through your folds and spreading his release across your cunt, making you squirm. He pressed his fingers into your swallowed entrance, pressing his seed back in. When he pulled them out, he flipped the camera shut, turning the flash off and setting it back on the ground.
Finding your panties, he slid them back on you and relished as he watched them soak darker. He helped you button your pants back, pulling your shirt down and helping you stand. Handing you the camera, he laughed at your hazy expression, your heavy eyes and swollen cheeks evident of your fucked out cunt. “Thanks, sweetheart, now run along before I change my mind.” He huffed, turning back to the dark hallway and waving you off. “Good luck with your ghosts.” You nodded, frantically turning back to the steps and rushing up to the fresh air. It hadn’t been long, but as you listened closely and heard the sound of heavy rain, you trudged to the other side of the asylum and found your friend just as hopeless as you left them.
“Did you find anything? I had a whole lot of nothing.” They sighed, leading you to the entrance and out to the car as you tried to hide your equipment from the rain. “Nah. Nothing interesting.” You sighed, climbing into the driver's seat and speeding off back down the dirt path.
When you eventually made it home, you sprinted to your laptop and shoved the SD card in, loading up the video. Your hand covered your mouth as you watched the scene unfold, arousal growing in your pants again as you felt the leak of the masked man’s seed against your folds.
The video played through, every squelch and moan sending shivers through you as your hand slid down between your legs, rubbing lazily as you rewatched his cock sink inside of you.
