💭 Thinking about killing Aerion with kindness… He’s met with a lot of critism and high standards his whole life. And I feel like he would absolutely melt if you were nice to him.
You were never a particularly devout lady. You went to sept to pray mostly because of obligation, not enthusiasm. It came naturally to praise your husband. Although he was born into a royal life, his family was hard on him. He was met with constant critism from his father especially. So you were the most positive voice in his life. And you gave it freely because you meant every word and prayer. You knew what made your husband tick. You knew his pet peeves, what made him laugh, if he preferred salty or sweet. You also knew that he came from being worshipped.
At the end of a long day, you are both in your shared chambers. You kneel in front of him while he sits by the fire. His callused hand cups your cheek.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks you.
“I’m thinking about how I prayed today” you move closer to rest your hands and chin on his knee “I prayed to the mother to bless us with a child. One with your violet eyes”
“The seven deserve no credit for giving you a child. It is my accomplishment alone. I am the one who gives you the world and deserves your praises.” He says, puffing up his chest.
You grab his hand and bring it to your lips. Pressing kisses again and again on his knuckles. “Yes you do. My Aerion. My love. My devoted husband.”
Aerion’s mouth forms a knowing smile, like you are doing what you are doing exactly what you are meant to - kneeling in adoration. He works the ties of his pants as you beam up at him. Once his pants are loosened he cock can spring free, redness gathering at the tip.
“Open up” he orders softly. You feel the tip of his cock bumping your lips. You obediently open your mouth and let him ease his cock flat on your tongue. Slowly you lick the head and atop the length. Then you open your mouth wide to accommodate the first few inches. A swirl of your tongue to earns a broken groan from your husband. You spend a few minutes sucking the part that’s manageable and does not gag you. You make languid movements up and down with your tongue and use your hand to fist the base, where your mouth isn’t reaching. Your hand twists around his cock and moves in sync with your mouth.
He tires of your slow pace. He holds you jaw and rocks his hips forward. “Take all of me.”
You ease him deeper into your mouth, relaxing your throat so you can accommodate the length. Saliva is coating his cock now and as you move your head up and down. The heady mixture of saliva and precome drips onto the floor. In his mind, this is you worshipping him.
Not much blood is going to his brain now. The only thing that matters to him is the darling girl at his feet. He confesses in a rare moment of moment of vulnerability “I am sorry a whored when we were courting. You are all I need now. You’re a perfect whore for your prince. Forgive me?”
You squeeze his hand as an answer. A little reassurance was all he needed because now you feel him spill down your throat. Heavy pants and groans and “fucks” tumble out of his mouth as he jerks his hips a final few times. You swallow the spend, the familiar taste that is uniquely him. Both of you are drained. You slump to a seat as his feet and wipe away the tears that have gathered around your eyes from the effort. Aerion is still breathing heavily, but no words need to be spoken, you both understand the appreciation you have for each other. He bends down to offer you a cup of water and watches you drink. You feel better after the water and hand the cup back to him. He passes a thumb over your lips to collect the water and spend left over. You take his thumb in your mouth to suck it clean. “Good girl” he mutters then kisses the top of your head.
Later that night, you are lying in bed together enjoying the quiet moments before sleep. He lays his head on your chest, a silent request for you to scratch your fingers through his hair the way he liked. “You are so sweet to me, dear husband” you say softly.
“I believe you have mistaken me for someone else, wife” he says “I made several servants weap just earlier today. I threatened to burn them alive for interrupting my time in the training yard”
“Oh my love” you kiss his cheek “What a day. You must be exhausted. Sleep now.” The kindness he could spare was a rare commodity, and it all went to you.
another entry of drabble trouble :p this vid has been in my bookmark for moooonths... it's totally one of my holy grails <3
warning: mdni! long hair cbg + fem!reader. pussydrunk!gyu. tongue fucking. nipple play. cum eating. spitting. overstimulation. implied multiple orgasms. video attached in the link <3. not proofread, sorri ><
You do not know how much longer pussydrunk!gyu would dip his head in between your legs. Even after several orgasm, his tongue just couldn't separate itself from your wet folds. Licking, sucking, kissing—he has basically done everything with your pussy for the past hours, and still shows no signs of stopping.
His knees are planted in the soft cushion of the sofa, aching thick cock left hanging with strips of precum drips to the fabrics. Large hands groping your ass to easily lift your hips from the furniture, arms flexed deliciously, face buried deep on your pussy as his lips slurps all of your essence. The warmth of his tongue sent shivers to your nerves, back arching like a silent wish to have him closer to your weeping sex.
"Shit, Beomie..."
You muttered cheekily, giggling softly when his long hair tickled your abdomen. Hands flying to your tits, giving both of your nipples soft twists. Indecent wet sounds from Gyu eating you out felt like music to your ears, the noise now mixed with your pathetic whines by how his hot breath fans in your drenched cunt. Toes curling in the air when he glides his wet muscle up and down your slit, the tip of his nose perfectly glazes every movement. Groping your flesh tighter, he circled his tongue along your bud, earning a loud squeal from you.
Beomgyu sat up straight to stare at his hard work; the lips of your cunt quivering, hole clenching in the air, pussy overall ruined and sensitive by how long he's been under you. His mouth literally watered at sight, hungrily eyeing your puffy folds, tongue swaying like a dog in need.
"Fucking perfect for me to eat," He mumbled to himself before spitting on it.
Hands soon found the back of your thigh, folding you in half. The tip of his tongue could taste your hole better in this new position. You felt the way he hardened the muscle before he finally entered your walls. Hugging your calves is your only way to cope as he drills his tongue faster, cursing his name when you sense the familiar heat building in your stomach.
He groaned between his thrusts, sending delicious feelings throughout your body. Beomgyu's hand found your ass again, groping it harshly to bring you much closer to him, not even minding if he suffocates himself between your thighs. Your broken moan filled the roam when you came, glistening cum gushing over his face down to his chin.
But he didn't stop, if ever, he is now lapping your pussy like a parched man tasting water for the first time. Your legs start to burn in the position you are in, fingers finding his luscious locks for an attempt to pull his head away from your poor cunt. A harsh groan left you out of overstimulation, riding his face as your hand rests on his head, steadying him.
"Beomie... Fuck... I can't anymore..."
"One more, baby. I promise, last one..."
wawi's notes: i can not sleep... so overstimulating myself w pussy obsessed gyu is the only way to cope w it... sighs... hope u all like this filth.
ma'am, your child is binge reading literacy smut about their delusion in the most sickest and disgusting way, thinking about the stuff they'd let these people n characters would do to them to an extent that can't even be processed by a sane mind. I guarantee, YOUR child is far from fine. ♥︎
TEAR INTO YOU 🔪 𓄹
you’re down, and you’re pleading, what a wonderful feeling.
──── ၇͜ᩘ 𔒌 ﹔ pairing — ghostface!cbg x ‘victim’!reader
SYNOPSIS ⧽ beomgyu often went by unnoticed around the college campus, even through the recent killings— he was just some weird kid from your class, though you never particularly interacted, he knew you very well. your life was considerably boring, very much so. until halloween—when beomgyu gave you something to feel aside from boredom and ordinances.
WARNINGS MDNI college!au, ghostface!bg, stalking behaviors, mentions of blood, action and violence, smut, knifeplay, breath play, chasing, homicide and torture (both only mentioned), dubious content, degradation, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, sex while bleeding (nothing too serious), nipple sucking, dacryphilia, rough sex, dirty talk, mean!bg, creampie, overstimulation, fighting scenes, hair pulling, humiliation, pussy slapping, slight breeding kink if you squint, little to no plot, PURE FILTH.
ᜆ wc ﹔ 12k
HALLOWEEN HAD ALWAYS been the kind of date you looked forward to before your twenties, fall meant only one thing to your kid mind— trick or treat. Your knuckles meet the solid of the wood while the houses around you glimmered and shone with all kinds of decorations. The lively and nearly hypnotic atmosphere never failed to mesmerize you while your bag got filled with all kinds of candies. It was the only night where you felt cold in your costume you felt pretty in and was okay with it, the only night where people could look creepy or weird without anyone questioning it.
That was what you liked about halloween as a kid.
But you’re twenty two now, nothing is the same. Maybe some minuscule things, like how your mom still checks up on you from time to time and shows up with soup at your door whenever you’re sick. But the big things always change, especially as an adult now. You weren’t necessarily the genius kid in your family that kept your family proud, that was your sister, Ruka. You both took very different paths when it came to your choices post high school, and because you were never really that tight with academics, your life revolved around a very frustrating nine to five dealing with customers that seemed to be getting shittier day by day while also trying to make it through college–honestly, just something to maybe try to get a better job after graduation.
Ruka, however? She kept studying after high school, and ended up in the top university in the entirety of Korea. Seoul University. Oftentimes, and not that you complained or felt anything akin to hatred towards her— this was your choice. She overshadowed you, and even if your parents insisted that it was a mere figment of your imagination, everyone including you could see the blatant favoritism they had for your sister.
However, ever since you graduated high school with only decent grades, you decided that you wouldn’t mourn about what you didn’t do. You didn’t want to grow up to be miserable, if you were here, you might as well put in some kind of effort to keep on living. Even if.. your situation right now wasn’t the best.
Things have been different for the past couple of months, too. The air was tight, almost stale as the flickering lights from the gas station nearby the store flickered onto the dimly lit store. You didn’t take yourself for easily scared, especially considering how you watched horror movies religiously. However, you have started to be particularly watchful lately. The news often flickered on to a journalist talking about recent, brutal murders. Victims gutted out, countless stab wounds, many possible suspects and yet no predictable motive. Ghostface costumes were sold worldwide, Halloween was coming up soon–the perfect season for murderous killings in a costume. The fucker was really good, too. No leads, just slipped in and out unnoticed.
The annoying and lingering noise buzz that came from one of the machines in the convenience store seemed to drill itself into your brain, and despite many of the workers that like you, came here to work part time having outwardly expressed the animadversion for the object, the owner of the store never bothered to change it. Your head felt like a ticking bomb as you held a bottle of soju a customer insisted on shoving into your hands, the loud and furious voice that came from the teenager— clearly not even past seventeen, piled up in your brain.
“Miss, I’m not going to say this again.” Interrupting her fit with furrowed eyebrows, the girl seemed even more upset with her tantrum being cut off short like you didn’t give a shit; to which her thoughts probably were right, you didn’t. All you wanted to do was finish this shitty shift and go home to your apartment that was practically falling apart in pieces. It wasn’t much, but it was home. Even if the landlord wasn’t the best either.
Shit, you really had to get your life together.
“If you don’t have an ID or present one to me, there’s no way I can sell you this. I’m not going to say this again, but my apologies, I am not selling this product to you no matter how much of a kid you decide to act in front of me.”
You set the bottle of soju on the counter in front of you, arms crossed and eyes swimming around, not even bothering to look at the girl in front of you who huffed and stomped her feet. Your feet thudded repeatedly and lightly against the same material of the floor, jaw clenched and teeth gritted. Your manners that you had learnt while your boss told you about customer service ages ago are useless now, like a piece of paper you throw inside a drawer and forget about.
Finally, seconds inside that silence that felt suffocating in its heavy wake, the girl gave up shooting lasers into your skin. Grabbing the bottle of soju and disappearing along the off-white aisles you sadly had gotten yourself used to by now. Not long after, without even batting a glance to the door, the bell chimed above the glass— old and rusted, sounding rather deafening and whiny. The door clicked shut after a couple of series of creaking, and you were left alone once again to your own presence.
Your head was pressed into your palm by now, elbows propped up into the wood material in front of you. Eyes swimming around the store to meet the clock that chimed softly above one of the beverage coolers, the long legs of the clock seemed immensely useless due to how slow it was moving. Tongue clicking against your teeth in a soft manner, you grumbled something unintelligible. Three minutes until you could finally clock out of your shift and go home, and at least you weren’t going to come in tomorrow, considering Halloween was your favorite holiday.
And it’s not like you had immense plans, anyway. All you wanted to do was to melt your bag of aching bones into your bed and binge watch self deemed scary movies until you were snoring away in a bed full of popcorn crumbs. It sounded like heaven to your weary brain.
So caught in the dreams that pricked into your half awake mind, you barely noticed the bell above the old, rusted door chime once again. The door opened rather slowly, but you didn’t bat an eye towards the person that came in. By now, you didn’t care. All you wanted to do was clock out and go home, and hopefully be able to catch a few episodes of your favorite series before you slept.
The footsteps were eerily quiet, this person surely knew how to be discreet for whatever reason. It was akin to being in the company of a ghost, and so your gaze drifted to the door that had been open not many seconds ago. The sun was already kissing the horizon, a hue of pink, blue, and oranges painted the sky as the dark azure seemed to overpower it not long after. It was like having an artist spill coffee on a perfect piece of canvas, but having it still turn into a masterpiece. The scenario made your eyelashes droop without your consent, nearly sleeping while on your feet— it would be nice.
“Shouldn’t someone who’s being paid to be here put at least the minimal effort?” A lower, and somewhat warm feeling voice ringed in your ears. It took you out of your trance and near sleep, making you blink the appearing remnants of it away as you turned to face your likely last customer of the day. He was familiar, but not familiar enough for you to match a face to a name, let alone to a voice. The remark didn’t help much— you felt the annoyance creep into the back of your mind before forcing the smallest smile out of you, albeit it looked incredibly false. “We’re all human, aren’t we? Feeling tired is part of the package when you have to spend all day dealing with..” shitty people, inconveniences, loud people that did little to ease your headache were what you wanted to say, “things.” Came out instead, deciding on not spilling some work things to some guy that just decided being an initial nuisance through his words.
“If you didn’t want to deal with this, then maybe you should’ve put the work beforehand to be somewhere better.” You heard him say in a measured way, almost precise, like he knew what he wanted his words to do. You forced your smile wider, in a way that it made your eyes somewhat smaller and crinkle at the corners. “And you shouldn’t be trying to slot your way into the life of someone you don’t even know.” You’d have spat the words out if it weren’t for your barely-hanging-on self control, it was like the last customers of the day always felt hellbent into making your mood straight up shit.
“You can stop smiling, you know. Even someone who needs glasses would be able to see from afar how fake it is.” A fool’s sacrifice was to smile at someone while being incredibly indignant. “How are you so sure I don’t know you?”
The question sounded incredibly firm for it to be a joke, your smile instantly dropped but not to be upset, but because in the throaty sound it made a shiver creep on the back of your spine. Great, he was not only infuriating, but a creep. Your eyes finally darted from the black of the cash register towards the guy to analyze him— he didn’t look much older than you, maybe he just had a peculiar knack for frightening people.
The face definitely didn’t fit the creepy words at first, the boy seemed like someone rather.. fitting into the ‘dreamy and boyish’ category, like some people would say. A shaggy, black wolf-cut down to his shoulders, with bangs that seemed scattered across messily but they did him justice to frame his face incredibly well. But before you could even further go into picking his appearance apart, you decided to retort so he wouldn’t make any more comments. “Because as far as I know, my life is not that appealing for someone to be taking notes of.”
You gave him a mere shrug, focusing more on placing the items on a bag before placing them like a memorized routine, to which it was, on the counter in front of you. He didn’t say anything further, either. Just stared, and despite the forming discomfort, you brushed it off. “Your total is 10,000 ₩, is there anything else I can help you with?”
“No.” Curt, straight to the point. The rustle of the plastic bag came soon enough as he slid the money towards you without a second thought, handing him the receipt, you watched him turn his back to you. Finally, “If you think your life isn’t that appealing, then maybe you should consider that someone wouldn’t look into your life, but into you as a person.”
Or not.
Without any other words, he left the store just how he left you slightly jaw slacked, standing there not only completely creeped out, but with a weird feeling forming on the pit of your stomach. It tightened in a fast coil, and time seemed to lose its definition for a few seconds before you shook it off. “Great, just what I needed before my shift ended. A very likely college stuck up trying to scare me.” You grumbled under your breath, and it was what you wanted to believe. Even if it was very far from the truth.
Shuffling around, you placed some things back into their deserving aisles. Sweeping the floor until it was spotless enough you could mop, at least it did something to your legs that were already starting to cramp up from being so unmoving. It took another half an hour of your time until you were done, standing in the chilly air outside and twisting the key to lock the store. The keys were slid into your bag so you could finally sling it over your shoulders, right above your leather jacket that warmed up your skin that insisted on getting cold beneath the pressure of the cold weather.
Unbeknownst to you, the guy that was so insistent on leaving goosebumps on your skin and a shiver that seemed to creep under your spine never left. He left the store, however he knew the habit you had of never looking at where your customers went. He wouldn’t be an exception just because he managed to leave you weirded out, it was why he was right on the side of the building— holding the same bag you handed to him not moments ago. Cup ramen, Beomgyu wasn’t even the biggest fan of cup ramen, but it was an excuse to have you so nearby for the first time. It was all because he knew you wouldn’t bat an eye to a guy suspiciously saying weird things, because you wouldn’t be far too exhausted for your brain to comprehend.
It was cute, amusing. Behind the window and right behind the fabric of the curtain that covered his form on the outside of the building, he watched you for all of the thirty minutes you were engrossed in your work. The way your body seemed to rely on the mop you were using to clean, like it was leading the dance and you were following— his eyes watched all of it.
Matter of fact, Beomgyu can safely say that tomorrow, exactly tomorrow, it would have been a month since he started to watch you without you even knowing. Not paying attention to life, just moving day by day. Through college, through the hallways cramped and full of people where sweat and sickeningly sweet perfume and laughter mixed. And you? Despite claiming to be such a sucker for horror movies couldn’t even place the fact you had a stalker.
Your apartment was by now used to every weak groan you’d let out upon stumbling by the doorframe, door flying open so slowly as if every drop of your energy had been drained out of you. Your shoes came out, by now, too dirty. You used them far too much to your liking, it would be no surprise if one day they grew their own pair of legs and started walking without you being in remote control of them. Hair now messed up by the wind, you tugged your hands not so gently through the unkempt strands. Stomach growling beneath the fabric of your clothing, you swore you’d start to be upset over your body’s own demands. Days like these were always the worst kind for you, and you settled for a first; take a boiling warm shower to take away the tension in your bones.
The foggy heat of the bathroom made it seem like a sauna, your hair that you were previously fighting against to make it sit still on your scalp was now settled and sticking to your back. You had already finished everything you had to, hair washed with a shampoo that you used so much of this specific brand you swore you were more loyal to it than how some people were loyal to their partners. Anyone would complain about the steam in the room, not you, though. The air was freezing outside, the box of your bathroom felt like a safe bubble.
You pressed your head against the wall of the shower, both hands covering your face before you rubbed it along with your eyes. A sigh of relief and procrastination on whether or not to leave the heaven found in the liquid dropping onto you left you— but you knew you wouldn’t want a more expensive water bill, so your fingers wrapped themselves against the level that was just as warm as your skin was, and turned it off.
Wrapping yourself against the towel that already partially did its job in absorbing some of the water droplets on your skin, you opened the bathroom door only to shiver all over again. Your apartment was warm, that was for sure, but the bathroom was so much warmer that the normal heat you found cozy around the place made goosebumps appear all over again.
The fabric of your pajamas wrapped around your frame, movements slow and steady- a bit delayed in their wake, you took your time navigating across your too small bedroom, even for only one person. At least you had a roof over your head, you didn’t want to complain much.
Brows scrunched up in concentration to finally treat your hair gently, you brushed it to leave it neat despite knowing that without blow drying it, the air would make it slightly frizzy nevertheless. It was a rather mundane task, one that you did without paying much attention to your surroundings.
That was until you felt the weird feeling of having someone observing you.
It must have been your imagination, sometimes exhaustion did things to you. The only problem was that you didn’t like feeling things for too long, and after some more seconds passed, you set down your hairbrush and looked around your room. Call it paranoia, but considering the weird things that have been happening lately, you couldn’t help it. Checking every little spot in your room for cameras, you faintly recall in the back of your head the news flashing on the TV of the store day by day last week. In a span of a week, not many breaks between, four people have died. You wondered who the hell could even be the killer–however it was, they were a bit too good at this. Too good for your own liking.
You shook your head after you finished your research, no cameras, and you still felt like there was something there. And either you were just really being paranoid, or..
Your body turned around to face your window, the curtains barely even closed. The outside was dark, you couldn’t see much outside, and if you couldn’t see, there was no possible way someone out there could be watching you back.
That was a thought you really wanted to believe.
Grasping one of the curtains to peek outside, squinting to try to catch anyone or anything there, your body jumped as a shriek left you. And it wasn’t from seeing someone, but the buzzing of your phone against the nightstand startled the feeling of paranoia. Your nerves were high, and maybe you were just too tired and with too many worries piled up. You pressed both ends of the curtains together, but not before fully shutting the blinds.
The contact flashing on your phone screen was all too familiar, eyes rolling somewhat because you didn’t want to pick up, but with a hint of fondness Ruka would never know of. “What do you want now?” You didn’t waste much time asking, plopping yourself down on the bed next to you, one leg being placed over the other as your body leaned back, supported by one hand that was firm on the mattress behind you.
“Not even a hi? Since when have you gotten so cold?” Ruka said with a whiny tinge in her voice, you could only playfully scoff at that.
“Since you only started to call me to first ask for favors and only after asking me about life. It’s like a routine, you know.” You joked but not in an unkind way, practically being able to form the image of Ruka pouting and looking away. “Just say it, what do you want now? You don’t normally call me at ungodly hours.”
“It’s not even that late!” Ruka retorted, and through the short silence of her own contemplation, you could hear whispering in the background. She certainly wasn’t alone. “So.. tomorrow, we’re having a party and—“
“Absolutely not.” You cut in before she could even finish her sentence.
“Wait, why?! I know you’re free from work tomorrow, and no offense, your friends are more concerned in going to bars to which you barely even set foot on nowadays, so what else could you possibly be doing? And you didn’t even let me finish my sentence..” She trailed off towards the end, and judging by how she sounded, she really was expecting you to help.
“I don’t need you to finish your sentence to know you were about to ask me to help you with your party, i’m not going to help exactly because tomorrow is my break. I need some resting days too, y’know.”
“But you can party better than anyone else! Well, at least you used to be able to.. What happened to the girl who would sneak out of the house and ask me to cover for her if mom and dad asked?”
You let out a hushed chuckle under your hand, allowing yourself to finally lie down fully against the bed. “That was during High School, Ruka. I’m not the same nowadays.” You shook your head, and quite frankly, you weren’t lying. You had too many things to worry about since adulthood knocked on the door of your irresponsible teenage self.
“You’re going to die old and cranky if you keep acting like this.” Ruka sang through the line that cut off, making the noise a bit static, your crappy wifi was about to be the actual death of you.
“Well, I’ll make sure to have fun while aging and getting cranky. Hey, maybe I’ll even be one of those old women chasing kids off of my lawn during Halloween in a couple of years.”
While Ruka tried to get her point across through the failing connection, you actually gave her idea some thought. You could help, just not stick around for the party. Halloween used to be really important to you during your younger years, and now that Ruka could finally properly celebrate it like any other person without being stuck in her room studying..
“And I really think you should becau-“
“Ruka, I’m teasing.” You suddenly revealed, even if it was a lie, with a light laughter that followed afterwards.
“You cut me off again! Wait, actually?! You are so, so.. God! You could’ve just said yes.” Ruka said in a rather exasperated voice, but deep down, you knew she felt grateful. While in the background, you could hear other girls finally letting out their breaths in relief and cheering loudly.
You clicked your tongue. “Do you want me to change my mind?”
“No! No, absolutely not! Sorry, I still love you.”
“What I thought.” Your eyes rolled at the reply, but you didn’t complain. Instead, you decided to concern yourself with the actual matter at hand. “When do you want me to come by? Is the party going to be at the house?”
“Yeah, mom and dad will be out for a week, so..” this was very unlike Ruka, but again, she was finding out things about herself. Seeing her act like your teenage self made a tinge of pride pull at you.
“Aww, you’re becoming just like me.” You cooed, almost rolling your eyes at your own words.
“God, no–you wish! I just want to live a little, and you know how it feels. Come by at three tomorrow, don’t be late! Every minute counts. Thanks for the help. I love you so much Y/N.”
“You really don’t need to be drowning me in praise, first thing’s first, I know. Secondly, I won’t be late. I’ll just make sure to drop by tomorrow.” You reassured, however you still felt the warmth coat you. Despite never being too much of an example to Ruka growing up, being near her still made you happy nowadays. Sometimes it felt like making up for the gap in the sisterly relationship you two were meant to have. “Bye, night. I love you too.” And the line went dead with three beeps of the connection cutting off.
Your plans of rotting in bed all day for Halloween were officially thrown out the window.
THE FOLLOWING DAY came quicker than you wanted it to, the sun peeking in through the weak fabric of the curtains, however it didn’t ease the cold breeze that whirled and howled outside. The golden tints that came from the rays of the sun reached your face, the light prying your eyes open. You couldn’t hear the usual chirp of the birds coming from outside like they would do every morning, they never missed their cue. Which could only mean one thing; you slept in.
Now, you were well aware of the fact that you didn’t have work today, and classes would be later on in the day–so, you were fine. Sitting up on the bed, you stretched your limbs sore and tender from sleep. Legs swinging over the side of the bed, you tried to make sense of your well known surroundings. Finally, grasping your phone, you took a look at the time that marked two in the afternoon, shit. You really did sleep a lot.
That was when you remembered about your deal with your sister, her serious and firm voice saying ‘don’t be late’ rang in your mind— that’s when you tossed your phone back in your messy bed and ran towards the bathroom.
Clothes flew around the bedroom, the bed being made but still having its definitely not neat air to it, you merely grabbed some money for coffee on the way out before hitting the street. Like expected, the lines were crazy during this day in particular. It took most of your time, and when you finally reached your parents’ house, it was around 3:20. You blamed the insanely and unnecessarily long line.
“I told you to not be late! God.. whatever, just come in.” Ruka hurried you in as if you just had nearly missed the most important event of your life, and it seemed really important to her, so you couldn’t blame her reaction. Especially considering she had always been a perfectionist.
“The coffee line was unnecessarily long, you know how things are when it comes to Halloween.” You replied a little unbothered, setting the half empty cup of coffee on the furniture piece next to the door before taking a look around the house, picturing mentally how you could make this look good. “Do you have decor?”
“Yeah, me and the girls went out a few hours ago to buy everything. They’re in the kitchen sorting cocktails and food, you and me are in charge of decoration duty.” Ruka explained as she dragged you by the arm towards the living room, and she wasn’t exaggerating when she said to buy everything, it was safe to say the living room was practically swimming in ornaments and decoration pieces.
It was definitely more than enough to decorate the incredibly huge house.
The next few hours were slinging things over furniture, getting yourself stuck to fake cobwebs around the low ceilings, and adjusting objects everywhere. It was extremely boring, not only boring, but it was tiring to see that the objects filling the living room seemed endless. Even if it was you and Ruka, and eventually the girls who had finished their job in the kitchen, it was like the decoration they got would never end.
Minutes shifted to hours, and after three hours of finding mistakes and tripping over things you left scattered haphazardly on the floor, the decoration was complete. By now, the sun was kissing the end of the horizon goodbye so the sky’s new lover could come and steal the spotlight, people and kids more importantly, were already filling the streets. Ruka and the girls were adjusting the foods and cocktails all over the tables, you were setting aside cups and plates to leave on each desk neatly, rather proud of yourself.
“Y/N, seriously, I have to really thank you for the help you gave us. We had no idea from when to start and everything just looks amazing! I don’t know how you do it, but you definitely do it well.” Said your sister as she sauntered into the room, a grin that stretched from ear to ear on her face already before she stopped five steps short of you. “You’re going to stay, right? For the party?” Ruka pried suddenly, looking at you expectantly. She was already standing in her costume, she was matching with one of her friends, Pharita.
A black corset hugging her features just the right way, with a puffed up skirt that had some transparent fabric just to add volume. One of her gloved hands was adorned by silk with intricate details, a crown made by feathers on her head just around the neat bun she had pinned to the back of her head. And lastly to her outfit, she had a pair of angel wings that were meant to imitate a swan. The straps of that part of the costume around her shoulders.
Her makeup was no less gorgeous, a mix of light and dark eyeshadows accentuating her eyes, makeup done to lift her facial features. She looked nothing short of stunning.
“That wasn’t in our deal, and you know it.” You suddenly said, picking up the cups and plates, starting to move rooms while the soft clicks of her low heels followed behind.
“But you’re already here, might as well stay, right? What fun is there to just stay in your bedroom doing nothing?” Ruka insisted behind you, really, she did want you to stick around to have, even if you two weren’t around each other all the time, some of each other’s Halloween together.
“I’d be a stranger at your party, Ruka. I don’t know half of the people that are coming in.” You shook your head, but not solemn. You didn’t mind going home, but you didn’t mind staying. However, mingling with a group of people, especially a big group of people, didn’t sit well on your gut. Especially since yesterday.
“Come on, it’ll be fun! Plus.. I have a nice costume that I got just for you yesterday. I really thought convincing you to help would make you stay.”
Now she was just picking at your emotional side, it was just mean.
But how could you resist? Some fun couldn’t possibly hurt anyone, right?
“You know what? Fine.” You caved in as you gave some final touches to the table, turning to Ruka with an interested gleam in your eye. “Show me the costume.”
Ruka practically beamed, hugging you, and you were sure that if the room wasn’t overly decorated, she would have spun you around. Instead, she settled for the bear hug that afterwards turned into dragging you around once again. This time, to the guest room. “Now, I wasn’t too sure what you like. But I even got you the things to do your makeup, I based this off of how you really liked saw as a teenager and..”
Before even finishing her sentence, Ruka opened the door hurriedly, completing her excited movements by shoving you inside the room.
“You’re joking, you remember that?” Amanda from saw had been one of your Halloween costumes, she used to be one of your absolute favorites to dress up as. Even if the costume was shitty back in the day, it didn’t make it less fun.
“Where the hell did you get this from?” Your laughter bordered in disbelief as you reached for the headpiece, it was uncanny how real it looked. It wasn’t that heavy, it was surprisingly light. But it was extremely realistic.
“My friend works with these kinds of things” Ruka said with a shrug that belied the dimples forming on her face due to her smile.
“You for sure know how to convince me to do things.”
“I’m your sister, of course I do.” Ruka said as if it was the most obvious thing, and quite frankly, it was. “Now go change and do your makeup, me and the girls have to go somewhere to grab something we forgot real quick. Well, maybe not real quick, it’s far. But the party doesn’t start until a few minutes later, you can just have some of the snacks we hid in the kitchen and watch something while we don’t arrive.” Leaving no other room for argument, Ruka finally left, leaving you alone with the costume and your own creativity.
It didn’t turn out bad, not at all, actually. You stood in front of your mirror and picked apart the costume until you were satisfied. The makeup became neatly smudged, the tights hugging your legs comfortably and yet it couldn’t help but make you feel good enough to blend in with kids from the university. You opted for not having the reversed bear trap headpiece on yet, not when you would be just lounging by yourself.
Or so you thought, at least.
The house was eerily quiet now, the laughter of the girls completely gone due to them having left the house a few minutes ago. Like Ruka suggested, you grabbed a couple of snacks hidden away at the back of your refrigerator so no one else could potentially find them, even though there wasn’t really someone else to keep them company aside from each other.
Sitting on the couch with a satisfied noise, your hand reached for the remote not too far from you. Clicking between the endless channels, you finally settle on a classic; Scream. You hadn’t watched the movies since you were eighteen, but they somehow never lost the interest of watching it. You decided to watch the first one, far too old with a shitty quality in the program of the television, but it was better than nothing. The moon rising outside casting over the floor through the window with the scent of cinnamon apple candles that overtook the house created a cozy atmosphere, almost as if the party that would be held wasn’t about to ruin how nice things looked.
Barely halfway into the movie however, was when you felt.. an odd shift. Now, you have watched the scream movies enough times to know that you aren’t supposed to feel watched during them. Your eyes flickered over to the other room next to the kitchen, hearing the house telephone ring. You gave one last glance to the scene that you paused on, the exact same scene where the poor blonde girl was frightened inside of her house without a way to defend herself.
With your steps rather lazy and easy, not in a hurry, you picked up the phone. If it were your sister, she would call through your phone. Same went for your parents, so you weren’t particularly worried if the call ended before you even got to the ringing object.
“Hello?” Your voice went across the phone pressed to the side of your face, and for a while, it was silent. You would’ve guessed it was a prank call, it was Halloween, after all. However as you were about to hang up along with the click of your tongue, the caller finally spoke.
“Hello.” They said back, and you found yourself not only being taken aback by the clear voice modifier used since the voice was absurdly husky and rough, but intrigued. Once again, silence seemed to reign for another good seconds.
“Are you going to tell me why you called, or do I have to hang up on you?” You teased slightly, still entirely convinced this was a prank call.
“So straight forward.. I like it.” The voice said immediately, like the thought of you hanging up on them was absurd. “Is Ruka at home?”
Like any other person would, some would just say no, and that the person left. This could also be one of Ruka’s friends, but was it really Halloween if you did things the original way? “Why do you wanna know? For all I care, you could be a killer trying to pass through her older sister first.” You countered, picking your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a laugh.
“So protective too, you really could be someone’s type. I wanted to ask about the party.”
“Treat me to dinner first if you’re going to be hitting on me.” Playfully demanding, you shifted to lean against the wall. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a short call.
“You called the right person too, what do you wanna know?”
“I got my time confused, at what time is the party again?” The caller asked, finally, a normal question. But you likely mentally jinxed it since the caller seemed way more interested in you. “Ruka’s sister, you say?”
Eyeing the old grandfather clock that stood next to the kitchen cabinets, so old that it probably would have popping joints considering how badly it creaked, you made an estimate on time. “Ah.. in like, about fifty minutes or so.” But instead of hanging up, you felt weirdly.. attracted to what the caller had to say. You already had somewhat of a feeling that it wasn’t just for Ruka, or for the party. “Her big sister, yes. I helped decorate everything. Are you one of her friends? Or from Seoul University?”
“Something like that.” The person on the other end of the line hummed, you noted that they probably weren’t much of a talker. “She mentions you from time to time.” Now that was enough to keep you in the line, you wouldn’t take Ruka for someone who would talk about you to strangers. Especially since you saw each other only on very rare occasions or whenever she reached out to you. “Does she, now? Are we talking about the same Ruka?” You sounded perplexed, but in reality you were just curious. That earned a chuckle that came out as just weird static due to the voice modifiers you could so clearly spot. “What does she say about me, hm?”
“Well,” The caller started off, taking a deep breath as if thinking. This was definitely just bullshit, and while you knew it was, you stayed put. “She talks about how you really like partying, she was really counting on you this Halloween. She mentions how you work at a convenience store, cheap nine-to-five, and..” before tension could even form, the last part was added after the pause as if to create anxiety. You could pinpoint that much, at least. “That you like scary movies.”
Coincidence, you mentally told yourself as you gazed quickly towards the paused screen of the television. “Geez, you know more about me than any stranger should. But.. you’re not wrong. What point are you trying to make?”
“I really like the one you’re watching right now.” And it was like the atmosphere had shifted, lips parting and brows furrowing, your earlier paranoia from the day before seemed to start to act up as you glanced quickly towards the windows. You made sure they were all shut, curtains equally just as closed to cover you from prying eyes. “Scream is a lovely movie, especially the latest one. You have taste.”
The voice of the caller was low, sickeningly sweet in a way knots formed on the pit of your stomach. “Nice joke, if you see me at the party, make sure to hit me up so I can congratulate you. If you even manage to recognize me.”
“You make a great Amanda, Y/N.” That was all it took to make you freeze over, paralyzed by the phone once again.
“What the fuck?” You weren’t sure if this was a prank anymore, or whether to feel extremely scared or weirded out. Your eyes swept the room once more, and now, not only the room and objects in it felt eerily still, but the air seemed to pause. Like at any moment, inside this vast house, some guy or girl could jump from the hidden corners you grew to know too well and stab you to death.
It chilled you down to your core.
“Alone on a Halloween night, you know about the murders too, don’t you? You watch so many movies about slashers, and yet you don’t know that you shouldn’t stay alone inside such a big house? Especially on this day.”
You immediately shut the voice out by slamming the phone carelessly back in its place, maybe you weren’t being paranoid after all. It made sense–feeling watched since yesterday. You tried to possibly pinpoint who it could be, for sure, it could be someone coming to the party tonight. Your mind flickered back to the boy from yesterday, weirdly curious and even more weird than he was curious. But the girl before him was also an option, she seemed pissed as hell when you didn’t allow her to buy soju.
Your feet finally found their own mind to move, nerves starting to be on the edge as you tried to find your phone that earlier you left on the cushions of the couch, only to find out it wasn’t there. Your memory was bad, but it wasn’t bad to the point you’d forget where you left one of your most treasured belongings.
“You have to be fucking kidding me.” But instead of annoying, your voice left as a breathy, low noise. Heart thudding impossibly faster as you went to check the front door.
If you thought your heartbeat was bad now, it skyrocketed when you saw the lock flipped horizontally. Unlocked. Open for anyone to come in.
“Shit, fucking hell.” You murmured to yourself, it was useless when you flipped the metal of the lock vertically, and you knew it. But your brain needed any kind of reassurance as you stepped over to the phone that had started to ring once again.
You hadn’t seen the costumes Ruka’s friends were wearing, all you knew is that her and Pharita were matching the black and white swan, but you hadn’t seen the others. Maybe it was just them playing a prank on you, it would explain the overly used voice modifiers.
“Ruka, whatever joke you’re playing, this isn’t funny anymore.” You snapped at the phone, hands clammy and sweaty.
You felt like you were a lamb waiting for the slaughter, vulnerable, useless. Helpless.
You hated feeling helpless. But you had no true way out, the party wasn’t happening for a few good minutes and you knew how unpunctual teenagers were. You weren’t too sure of how many people were walking outside this particular neighborhood, but you knew that stepping outside was as much of a death sentence as staying inside was. You had no choice, not when you didn’t know where the self proclaimed killer was.
“You always have acted like you hated helpless horror movie characters, and now you’re just like one of them. In your own movie, but you don’t know how to leave this situation?” The person taunted.
You felt your blood boil to the point of exploding, but your anxiety coated that like putting out a fire. “What do you want from me?”
“Y/N, you should have checked the door after your sister left.” The caller said teasingly, before asking something that left the hairs in your arms standing. “Alright, answer this for me. How long do you think I’ve been inside this house already?”
Before you could retort, call the person names, or even react, the call disconnected. “The only day I get off of work to have fun, this happens. Real fucking funny.”
You hated the way your legs felt like jelly, and your first thought instead of the kitchen was grabbing the reverse bear trap head prop that was meant for your costume as an extra weapon. It wasn’t that heavy, but the parts used could do some damage if swung heavily enough. And then you went into the kitchen, only to find all of the knives that your mom neatly organized and insisted that were kept clean were gone. You weren’t alone all along, maybe Ruka and her friends have been having company, after all.
Your breath had significantly accelerated, and all you did was move quickly around the house. The sweat started to form on your forehead, not enough to drip but just enough that some hair started to stick to it. It wasn’t because you were hot, but because you started to feel genuine fear.
It was like being in the company of a ghost, you genuinely couldn’t hear any footsteps, and that’s what was immensely making you agitated. Head whipping back and forth between the two entrances of the kitchen, you heard a noise in one of them. Obviously, you weren’t going to check, you weren’t dumb enough for that. So you backed up into the room that was most silent, the only audible noise in the house being the buzzing in your ears accompanied by the heavy thud of your heart and your elaborated breathing. The other room was dark, but it felt safer than checking the other one out. You kept backing up, unsure when to stop. Eyes fixated on the other dark part of the house, for now uncharted.
You were never safe with someone who knew your habits more than you did.
You felt hands wrapping around you, one covering your mouth, the other gripping your wrist so tight it might as well snap under the pressure. Even in the dark, you could catch the metal glint of the obviously very sharp blade. Whoever this was, they clearly wanted you not only dead, but impaled on the knife. You twisted and squirmed on the few seconds you managed to get, they were frantic, but crucial to your survival. The knife swished close to your thigh, cutting the fabric of the tights you were wearing open in a clean motion, and cutting the surface of the plush skin to draw beads of blood.
Maybe it was the sheer thirst for survival despite living a shitty life, but you broke yourself free by head butting the attacker with the back of your head. That was how you figured out they were wearing a mask, the features felt solid and hard against your skull. It was like you did more damage to yourself than you did to the other.
Your vision swam as the pain settled, but your legs moved faster than your reactions, rushing out of the room. But you very obviously wouldn’t be left alone as your attacker seemed to eat up the steps between you two. They were fast.
Unnecessarily fast.
So when they dove on the floor and grabbed your ankle, you knew you were an immediate goner. The contact of the wooden floor against your face so carelessly ripped out a loud groan from you, the metallic taste of blood covered your mouth from the slow waterfall of blood starting to drip from the aching mess that became your nose. Panting heavily, trying to grab something on the floor that didn’t exist, dragging yourself forward was pointless when you were just pulled back.
You used all the brain capacity you could use, grasping the head piece by your side and twisting your body as far as you could to knock the attacker on the head, all while the knife slipped from their grip into the side. You stood again, trying to reach for it, doubting how quickly the person in the cloak could react. A heavier body fell on top of yours as you were flipped onto your stomach, met with the pallid mask with pitch black eyes and a mouth open wide in an inhuman way. You knew it all too well.
“If you’re going to kill me, at least try to be original.” You spat, and yet you were squirming under the hold, trying to reach for the knife on the side. However, instead of risking their chance of grabbing the knife, firm and heavy hands wrapped around your throat. You couldn’t breathe, lack of oxygen made itself present and your brain couldn’t help but panic. Flailing weakly underneath the much stronger body, you raised your knee to where you hoped was the crotch of the attacker. You didn’t even know the gender of the person, but you prayed to the gods that it was a guy.
The hands weakened, you gasped as you gulped for air weakly, one hand on your throat. However, barely giving yourself time to recover, you mustered up strength enough to punch through the mask. Your knuckles ached, burning since you didn’t even hit skin, but plastic. Flipping the position over to be straddling the attacker.
“Sick fucker, all of this just to try to kill me, huh? You were wrong if you thought you could.” You panted, a crazed and yet just as dazed look in your eyes. Your hands fumbled and scrambled to slide off the mask despite the attacker trying to fight back, taking it off in one go. You recognized the person, but couldn’t place from where.
Until he opened his eyes, that is.
The same piercing eyes from the guy in the convenience store, the one you didn’t think much of as he said maybe what a stalker finds interesting isn’t the life, but the person. You were likely being watched for more than you thought you have been, and just yesterday, you interacted with your attacker from today.
“You— of course, of fucking course–, I don’t even know you, and you’re trying to kill me. Fucking hell.” You reached your fist up, landing a punch across his face. He was clearly stronger, it was almost like he was allowing himself to be punched.
You weren’t complaining. But that wasn’t the cause, his fingers sneakily wrapped around your hips to throw you off. It sent you rolling on the floor, stopping short of the kitchen island. You were fighting over a useless cause, not because you were already done for, but because the guy wasn’t even trying to kill you to begin with.
But he didn’t want you to know that, no. All Beomgyu wanted was to have you broken down and helpless in front of him.
You stood quickly on your feet, aiming for the front door. You cursed yourself for having locked the latch not only below the doorknob, but above the door as well. The first latch was easy, but as you reached for the second one, you felt one of his hands bury itself into your already tangled hair before brutally knocking it against the door, once, twice. Your knees buckled beneath you, brain fuzzing from the sheer force he had used.
Your knees met the hardwood floor, your body weak from fighting as you settled for seating. His figure was imposing above you, the cloak engulfing his body. His eyes were akin to molten fire, it was like setting something on fire only to watch it die down to acquire the color. But there was no mistaking the insanity in both pairs of orbs. Beomgyu wiped the split skin of his lip with the back of his hand, examining the barely visible blood coating his glove for a moment before snickering.
He took his sweet time to crouch before you, one eyebrow shooting up slightly. Annoyance didn’t make itself present in his eyes or words, it made itself present by how his tongue was pushed against the inside of his cheek. “You’re a tough one.” He remarked, shoving the knife by its tip on the floor so it would stand to his favor. His hard was not only strong while now gripping your jaw, but it was certainly enough to later on leave a red mark. “You said your life was boring, why do you want to live if you can’t even find something in a routine you find so tedious?”
“You’re fucking sick, and not in the good way.” You replied through your teeth instead, eyes barely open.
One of his hands snaked back into your hair, you could feel it. “Answer me, bitch.” And then he pulled.
The noise that left you wasn’t supposed to ever be let out, but it did come out. And he would have to be deaf to not have heard it. The hands on your hair shouldn’t have sent a wave of pleasure through your body, but they did. Enough to make you shudder and want to leave this house as soon as possible
“You’re into this?” The smirk spread on Beomgyu’s face made something coil on your stomach, and something clicked. Was he not trying to kill you all along? Fucking hell, suprises seemed to be coming one after another.
“I’m not, let me go before I call the fucking cops on you.” Threatening was the only thing you could do, there wasn’t much you could do with an aching head and weakness.
“While you’re beneath me? Sweetheart, don’t put it past me to impale you on my knife.”
The way he threw the sentence at you so.. uncaring, it sent shivers down your spine, like he didn’t mean it as literally as it was meant to be. His grip tightened, your lips pressed onto a tight line.
He leaned in closer, not to kiss, but to whisper something into your ear. “Or should I say slut?” To prove his point, he pulled again just to hear a low grunt come from you. It was obvious he also knew it wasn’t from pain.
You didn’t bother replying, not when his mouth was so quick to latch onto your neck. Straight up biting, not kissing, not sugarcoating it. Only to then lick it over and kiss the spot, to then suck on the salty skin caused by your sweat. Your head was already pulled back by the grip on your hair, all you had to do was sit still and moan all pretty for him. It was sick, it was twisted, yes.
But it did little to help the wetness that started to, despite your better knowledge, form on the fabric of your panties.
“Fuck— at least tell me your name,” you panted out, the loud ‘pop’ of his mouth leaving your skin was audible soon enough.
“I don’t tell my name to people who slam their head pieces on my head.” He mocked instead, gaze flickering from your halfway closed eyes to your lips.
“You’re a fucking dickhead.”
“And you’re letting someone who probably wanted to kill you give you hickeys, so tell me, am I really what you say I am, or are you just trying to justify this for yourself?” He tilted his head, huffing out a laugh once he got no reply, just the embarrassment that rose up to your cheeks. “What I thought.”
You opened your mouth to speak, it was just as futile due to his lips messily clashing onto yours. He was right, you were allowing this not because you were scared. But because you were turned on by feeling like a victim underneath Beomgyu. Tongue against tongue as you parted your own lips to let him in, your moan drowned into his mouth. The once numb ache between your legs became more pronounced, and Beomgyu wasn’t far behind. Rutting into your thigh shamelessly, he was just as turned on as you were.
He pulled back to stare at your lips slicked with spit, a string of saliva connecting you two. “Aren’t you ashamed? Hell, your sister could walk in at any moment and you’d probably stay quiet if I tried dragging you away. Maybe I should impale you on something else instead of that stupid knife–you’d like it, wouldn’t you?” The words were filthy, Beomgyu himself was filthy. But you didn’t fight when he hoisted you up against him, you merely let your own legs wrap around his waist and your ankles locking behind him as your lips met in a dance that was a fight for dominance. A fight that both of you knew would be the winner. “You’re just a cheap whore, after all.”
The way towards the upper floor was calculated, steady. You could only catch onto the sound of a door opening and it closing behind you two. Your back met the soft mattress of a room, and despite it being dark, the hello kitty candle on the nightstand gave it away.
You were in your sister’s bedroom, and about to be dicked down in front of the plushies she collected.
You propped yourself up against them, panting heavily. Beomgyu’s figure was imposing above you, grip around the knife firm and strong. You didn’t record him bringing it upstairs, but it left a small flicker of fire trailing on your skin as he slid the tip from your stomach down to your skirt.
“Have you known how long I’ve fantasized about this? Fucking you dumb on a mattress with you just letting me do it?” He asked breathlessly, pulling the skirt down in one easy go. You kicked it down your ankles, watching with your body practically putting and easy to move in his hold. Stopping short of your crotch, in one easy slice, Beomgyu cut the fabric open. Using his other hand to rip the fabric down to the lower expanse of your inner thighs.
It felt humiliating, being not only ogled but picked apart. Unsure what to do for once in your life, “Just letting me fuck this pretty cunt into next week, would you let me, huh? Would I need to have my knife against your neck for you to let me do it?” And although he didn’t wait for your answer, he seemed expectant for you to show that you would through your actions.
By now, Beomgyu was more likely to think with his dick than with his brain. Fingers not asking for permission before meeting your slit through the fabric, once, twice. Just to feel how soaked you actually were for him. “Would I need to stab you for you to be willing?” Beomgyu sounded fucking insane, but you thought it was hot–so who really was insane here?
It had you tipping your head back against the innocent plushies on the bed and moaning. You were aching for his touch with the entirety of your body, it had you wondering what else he could do to you instead of threats. “You’re so fucking soaked.. you just nearly died and still want my dick, stupid slut.” His pupils immensely dilated, he knew he had you wrapped around his fingers, already broken down so sweetly for him.
And only for him.
Finally, his thumb met your clit. Rubbing agonizingly slow circles to draw out your reactions, finger eyeing the remainder of your form underneath your clothes. “Don’t— don’t need to stab me, anything, anything you want just make me cum—“
You mewled, thighs squirming around his hand as he pressed against your clit again. Mean, that’s what you thought. But now that he had you, he wanted to have you like he had always fantasized.
His tongue met the roof of his mouth, pushing your panties to the side with ease. His black gloves started to glisten from the slick dripping out of you, a low whistle leaving his lips. “Whore.” He remarked, sliding one of his fingers up and down your slit, tip of his gloved finger pushing against your entrance but never quite sliding in.
You were a whining, labored breathing mess underneath his touch. Heels pressing against the bed as you tried to stay still underneath his ministrations. You couldn’t help the obscene moan as his hand slapped your pussy hard, the pressure making your clit twitch and even ache for more when it shouldn’t.
“Whoever you are, please— please, fuck” You begged, eyes so teary from sheer neediness, no one probably ever managed to get you this wet before, or so desperate to cum to the verge of tears.
His lips wrapped around his slicked up gloves, moaning lowly around the digits upon tasting you from the fabric. “Taste s’sweet.” He groaned, sliding his gloves right off and tossing them in the unknown darkness of the room. But he didn’t give it to you right away, no.
He wanted every touch to burn, he wanted you to feel everything he was giving you. Thumb prying your mouth slicked with exchanged saliva open, Beomgyu shoved two fingers into your mouth. If he was going to finger you, he wanted you to work for it. “Suck.” He demanded, and you did.
You sucked on his fingers like you would if he had asked you to give him head, eyes rolling back. The sight did little to ease how hard his cock was underneath the cloak, your face flushed, hair sticking to you, panties soaked and pushed to the sight while your cunt drooled for him. All while you moaned around the fingers you were sucking, his fingers.
If Beomgyu had any self restraint before this or not, it was fully over now.
“Beomgyu.” He then said, watching you look at him confusedly through your lashes. “I’m going to murder something else tonight, know what to scream.” The way you nodded so quickly to his demand was nothing short of pathetic, an unintelligible sound leaving your lips to which Beomgyu assumed you were trying to make out his name. Pushing his fingers further down your throat just to feel you gag, he finally pulled them out. Gasping, whining, begging. You couldn’t pick one as you looked at him and his fingers with immense longing, but before you could even start blabbering ‘please’s’, he wasted no time shoving two long digits inside you. The squelch loud, echoing through the room.
Your voice came as a string of moans, some being his name, some being things you didn’t even know what you really meant to say as he settled for a brutal pace. “So tight around my fingers, you’re fucking sucking them in. Pussy so warm, fuck.”
He groaned, the feeling of your walls around his fingers nearly too much. “F-fuck, ohmyg— faster, Beomgyu, hah—“ You begged underneath him, all the initial tension melting from your body, rules of how to deal with murderers thrown out your window like all the other plans you had earlier today.
“You’ll take what I fucking give you.” He said with a voice that showed he was in no better situation than you were, his dick painfully pulsating just at the thought of slamming himself into you and fucking into you over and over again until his mind blanked. His fingers slid out much to your discontent, only to give your pussy another wet smack, sliding his fingers back. It became a ritual until you were on the verge of screaming, cunt fluttering and clenching around him, aching to cum.
However, he seemed to be serious about you taking what he gave you. His gaze hardened to your displeased noise as he slid his fingers out, “Asshole, you can’t just—“ you tried to snap back, tried to get his fingers back inside, you were just so close. Pussy fluttering around nothing, clit red and puffy, you were desperate.
What got you to quiet down was how he pressed the knife against your neck, your breath faltered, but you didn’t feel fear, at least not too much of it. “Shut the fuck up before I slit your fucking throat right now.” Voice rough, the air in the room was incredibly stuffy. It was hot, far too hot. Beomgyu had always been good at multitasking, and you figured it out by how he held the knife and slid the fabric of the clothing covering your upper body down, hurriedly, like he was a man starving and you were about to be feasted on.
Your bra came next, he moaned at the sight once they broke free from their confine. “Fuck, so pretty just for me. But you’re so bad— hah, I should teach you a lesson. You always learn everything so fast, don’t you? No wonder our professors like you” He chuckled darkly, lips trailing down your chest, uncaring of how he held the deadly object to your throat as he slid his warm tongue down the newly exposed skin, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. He lavished them in attention and most of his saliva, all until you were a squirming mess under him. His hip held you firmly to halt you to a stop, pulling back to wrap his lips around the other like one wasn’t just enough.
Your brow furrowed, a hint of your heart missing a beat felt once you registered his words–of course this dickhead was in your class, and most importantly, knew how you acted and reacted to certain things. Now, thinking deeper into it, you could place his face. Quiet, weird kid who sat all the way in the back rows of the classroom, barely spoke, and sometimes was the target of college jocks who picked on him. It was no wonder that they were the first to go. You tried to not think much of it, at least not now, especially not when Beomgyu’s touch seemed to drive you to the brink of insanity.
It was frustrating, you could barely move under his hold, all you could do was take the attention given to your boobs that you weren’t quite sure how to handle it, whether you should cry from frustration or moan until your voice was rough and raspy, you didn’t know.
His lips came back with a wet pop, finally satisfied. Staring at you, and you just waited for his next movements that never came. You tried to grind down onto his thigh, and finally there was some action. “Ah, ah, ah. Use your words.” Beomgyu said as he stopped your movements that didn’t even start, leaving you to fumble with your own words.
It was an arduous fight between your want and embarrassment, a shaky exhale leaving you. But Beomgyu wouldn’t move, he seemed hellbent on hearing you say it.
“Beomgyu.” You whined, tears starting to cling to your lashes. He didn’t feel bad, but the sight of the tears making you seem so much more helpless turned him on incredibly further.
“Mm?” The noise came as a question from the back of his throat. “Speak up.” He encouraged.
“Please, just– give me your dick— fuck, I need you, I need you so bad.” You begged, begged like waiting was painful. It was all it took for Beomgyu to shove his pants down, barely fully down, stopping down to his bent knees. His brain wasn’t in control as stroked himself once or twice, pressing his tip against your slit. His eyes rolled back as he used his tip to circle your clit, moaning as he felt your slick coating his already leaking cock.
Even through the dimness of the room, you could make out the shape of his dick. He was big, not thick, but he was long. And despite the initial foreplay, he shoved his dick inside of you in one go. It was enough to burn, the stretch unfamiliar especially considering you hadn’t gotten laid for a good moment.
His head was thrown back, eyes fluttering shut. For someone who was calling you a whore moments ago, he was just as loud as you. Wind knocked from your lungs, he made you feel so stupidly full, you swore his tip was already in your guts. No time to adjust, he settled for a brutal pace above you, hands gripping your hips like you would disappear if he didn’t.
“Pussy so tight, ah.. fuck, clenching so hard around me, god—“ Beomgyu blabbered, the tears sliding down your cheek only motivated him further. The room filled with a cacophony of moans and wet smacks of skin against skin.
“Beomgyu, gyu— Nngh, ah, ah— I’m going to, oh my god—“ You didn’t quite remember ever squirting in your life, but it came unannounced. Head flying back as you practically screamed. Clenching so hard around Beomgyu’s poor dick he had no choice but to pull back, the substance splattering against the cloak he never took off, but opted to now. He seemed almost mesmerized by your act, drenching the sheets below you.
“Again, fuck, again.” He panted, shoving his dick back into your clenching and overstimulated pussy.
“S’too much, Beomgyu.. ah— hah, fuck,” You were moaning so loud you weren’t sure if the kids and teenagers passing by outside hadn’t heard you already. Your voice would be long gone before the party even started.
“You can take it, can’t you? You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.” He rasped, hips snapping forward in an almost animalistic way as his fingers wrapped around your throat.
The pressure made your ears start to ring, gulping for air that never reached. Your brain registering and oversensitive due to the lack of air and stimulation of his dick ramming into your sweet spot. Your moans slowly turned into disgruntled noises, only for Beomgyu to let go before you passed out. Repeating the same process over and over again, he could barely even speak.
“I’m going to cum, oh fuck. Want me to cum in you? Fill you up? Hah.. I could fuck a baby into you.” Was all he managed to blabber out mixed with how far gone he was.
“Please, please— please” was all you could say in response, all you could really manage with the lack of air that would hit you with his hands around your neck.
His hand, the free one at least, slid from your hip back to your clit. Thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit, “Cum with me, god— I’m going to fill this pussy up so good.”
The overstimulation made your brain want to shut down, your whole body putty against the plushies that held you up. Head thrown back, you finally felt Beom-gyu press himself deep into you, his cum warm and sticky filling your aching cunt. You came around his dick once again not long after, panting in the aftershocks.
Everything was a blur around you, chest heaving as you came down from your orgasm. You winced as Beomgyu slid out of you, feeling but not quite catching how he used his fingers to spread the lips of your now puffy pussy to the side, exposing your clenching and dripping hole, all full of him. He reached for his phone inside the pocket of his pants lowered to his ankles, making sure the flash was on so you’d know he took a picture of how wrecked you looked for him.
He slid the mask back on, fixed his clothing like nothing had happened, like he wouldn’t be jerking off to the picture of you lying down all teary eyed, puffy pussy, and flushed skin. “Nice costume.” He mumbled quietly, already slipping his boots on. “Shame it’s a bit dirty. At least it’ll keep everyone else away, yeah?”
You couldn’t complain properly about the blood staining your costume and your tights completely ripped, not when he was already opening the window. “Oh yeah, if I was you, I’d wipe your nose. And change the sheets.”
Faintly, from downstairs, you could hear the door sliding open. You groaned, and in the next moment, Beomgyu was gone without a trace. Leaving you with not only one, but two sticky messes.
͟✿֔ ͟ຼ ꯭ ░ ׄ i’ll tell you what a woman loves most, it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.
──── ၇͜ᩘ 𔒌 ﹔ reworked and reposted fanfic!! this one has been collecting dust in my drafts bru omg.. ghostface gyu making a comeback around here:)) hope it’s somewhat more enjoyable than whatever i wrote first thing into this acc omg.. i deadass forgot how fucking filthy this fanfic is i think i’m questioning my entire existence.
