This is a small, very fluffy Y/N fic inspired by the song I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffany! Hope you enjoy it!
"This is a wonderful dinner, Mrs. McFly," you say, poking at the last few bites of lasagna on your plate.
"Thank you, Y/N," Lorraine replies, giving you a small smile. You return it, glad to be on her good side for now.
You glance over at Marty, who’s working on his third helping. His blue eyes meet yours with a smirk; then under the table you feel him reach to touch your leg, squeezing your knee gently. You smile down at your plate until you hear Lorraine clear her throat. You look up to see her glaring at Marty, and he withdraws his hand, resting it on the table instead. You sigh mentally. How does that woman always know?
Marty was always complaining about his conservative parents, but it wasn't until recently, when you had started coming around to his house for dinner or homework, that you had been on the receiving end of his mother's disapproval. While Lorraine had never been overtly mean or rude to you, there always seems to be a tension between the two of you; and although Marty doesn't say anything about what she says about you at home, you get the impression that its not particularly positive. As a result, displays of affection between you and Marty are always clandestine, snatched in moments when Lorraine's back is turned. More often than not, you get caught by someone.
You throw a sideways glance at Marty, who rolls his eyes and shrugs. You smile back and return to your food.
When everybody’s finished, you stand up, saying, “I’ll help with the dishes, Mrs. McFly.”
“Thank you, Y/N, that would be great,” she replies.
“Aw, Mom, come on; she’s a guest,” Marty protests.
“I don’t mind, Marty,” you say.
“I know, but you shouldn’t have to.” Slipping an arm around your shoulders, he says, “Hey, Dad, Y/N shouldn’t have to wash dishes, should she?”
George looked up from where he was staring at the TV. “What? Oh, oh, no, it’s fine, it’s all… fine.”
“All right, then you’ll help me, George?” Lorraine says.
Marty slips out of the room, leading you by the arm down the hall. “What are you thinking?” he hisses, pulling you into a corner of the hall.
“I’m trying to stay on your mom's good side,” you whisper. “I figured I could earn some points with her.”
“Yeah, but if you’re in there doing dishes,” he argues, brushing a lock of hair from your face, “we can’t do this.” He brings his lips to meet yours, letting his hands rest on the back of your neck. You shut your eyes and bring your hands to his sides. His touch is gentle, making you melt.
You hear someone cough pointedly behind you and immediately break away from each other, whipping around to face whoever caught you. Linda is watching you, arms folded.
“Do you mind not doing that where I have to see it?” she drones.
Marty narrows his eyes. “Then don’t look.”
“I need to get into my room, but I’d prefer to know you two aren’t making out right outside my door.”
“Come on, Linda, you know Mom would kill me if I had Y/N in my room,” he whines, rubbing your shoulder. “There’s nowhere else to go.”
“Not my problem,” she shrugs.
You sigh, grabbing Marty’s hand. “It’s okay, Marty. Maybe we can slip into the garage.”
“Don’t bother. Dave’s having some friends over in there.”
You let out a grunt of frustration. Why does it always seem like his whole family is trying to keep you apart?
Marty leads you to the other end of the hall, shoving past Linda. Once you’re out of her line of fire, he looks down at you and whispers, “Well, Y/N… it looks like we’ll just have to find our own place.” His eyes twinkled eagerly, like a little boy’s, bringing a smile to your face. Although you’re not entirely sure what he’s talking about, you squeeze his hand and say, “I’m in.”
You follow him through the house, letting him open the front door as he yells, “Mom, Dad, we’re going for a walk!”
You’re both out the door fast enough that you can pretend not to hear her call, “Just a minute, Marty!”
Marty grabs his skateboard, which is leaning against the wall of the front porch, along with a spare, which he had used to teach you how to ride. He tosses one to you, and you run down to the street, laughing. You both drop your skateboards on the asphalt and push off, heading for the gate. You’re not quite as fast as Marty, but you push furiously as you grab onto his hand, feeling the wind in your hair.
You let Marty lead the way, trusting that he had an actual plan. He keeps a grip on your hand the whole way, leading you along sidewalks and through intersections. You close your eyes for a brief moment, relishing this spontaneous escape.
When finally he lets go of you and cruises to a stop, you realize you’re at the entrance of Hill Valley’s main park. After hiding the skateboards, he grabs your hand again, and says with that same eye twinkle, “Let’s go.”
You have no choice but to follow as he takes off running. Your legs pump furiously to stay beside him, feet pounding on the grass. You both run toward the middle of the park, finally coming to a stop at the top of a low hill. As you stand there to catch your breath, Marty throws his arms around you and pulls you both to the ground so that you land in a heap. You laugh, rolling off of him and onto the ground. You face him and he puts a finger to your lips.
“Listen,” he says.
You obey, trying to pick out the noise. You can hear cars in the far distance, and a dog barking somewhere in the park, but that’s about it. “I don’t hear anything.”
“Exactly,” he grins, pulling you closer. “I think we’re finally alone.”
You smile, draping an arm over his shoulder. “Finally,” you echo.
“No more of my family watching our every move… no one to tell us what to do… no one to keep us from doing this.” With those words he brings his lips to yours. You let yourself get lost in his kiss, putting your hands on his shoulders. His hands wander to your waist, gently pulling you closer to himself, letting your kiss become heavier.
When finally you break apart, you’re breathless. You gaze at him to see his beautiful, blues eyes shining in the evening light. You smile through a blush and say, “I’m glad we could get away.”
“Me, too,” he says, cupping your cheek with his gentle hand. Your eyes flutter closed as his fingers stroke your skin.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispers.
You flush so hard you worry he might burn his hand. “So are you.”
He smirks. “I’m serious. I think destiny brought us together.”
You plant a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re adorable, you know that?” you say, rubbing your nose against his.
Marty weaves his fingers through your hair and closes the small space between your mouths with a soft, slow kiss. The tenderness in his touch makes your whole heart melt. When he lets you go, you touch your forehead to his, running your hand through his unbelievably soft hair and breathing in his familiar cologne.
“Marty,” you whisper. That’s all you can think to say before he draws you in for another kiss.
The two of you lie on the grass for nearly an hour, his arms wrapped securely around you, exchanging kisses and caresses as night begins to fall. At last he kisses the top of you head and says, “We should probably leave.”
You pout dramatically. “I don’t wanna leave,” you complain.
Marty chuckles, kissing your hair again. “Come on, Y/N, I’m probably in trouble as it is; I don’t need to get deeper in for staying out too late.”
You gaze at his face, lit by the last rays of sun and the florescent streetlight overhead. “Fine,” you say, rolling away from his embrace and standing up. The sudden separation from his body heat makes you acutely aware of the chill in the evening air, and a shiver runs through your body. You’d forgotten to grab your coat when you rushed out.
“Cold?” Marty asks.
You shrug. “Maybe a little.”
“Here,” he replies, slipping off his denim jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders. You slide your arms through the sleeves.
“Thanks,” you say.
“Of course,” he replies, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and squeezing you to his side. As you walk, he lightly kisses your hair and rests his cheek against the top of your head.
When you reach the park’s exit, you both grab the skateboards that you had stashed in a bush. However, you don’t put you’d on the ground. “No reason to rush,” you say, taking his hand again. He smiles down at you, squeezing your hand tenderly.
The two of you walk home in comfortable silence. All too soon the lion statues marking the entrance to his neighborhood come into view. Stepping up into his porch, he finally lets go if your hand and turns to face you. “Ready to go back to reality?” he asks.
You sigh internally, depressed that the spell is about to be broken. “Yeah.”
Marty reaches to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. Your breath catches as his hand lingers, before he lifts your chin and softly touches his lips to yours.
All too soon he pulls away and opens the front door, ushering you both back into the real world of noise, scowls, and judgmental family members.
【Synopsis】 : You haven't seen your friends in years given you had been overseas studying. Now that you're back, you've noticed how much they've all grown. And what better to celebrate your return than an innocent party.
『Word count』 : 6.66k
-> Genre: Smut. Dark Romance.
Pairing: Childhood friends!SanHwa x Female!Reader
[Warnings] : Swearing. Alcohol. Cnc themes. Dark themes. Mentions of Fucking in the woods. Mention of rough sex and wanting to be manhandled. Predator/Prey Play. Rough play. Name calling. Pet names, bunny Doll.. Slight dubcon. Strangers-friends-lovers?? Mention of unprotected sex. Photographs. Mention of Mingi and the others joining in. Wearing masks during sexual activities. Pervi mingi, hehe. Breast play. Dirty talk.
Note: Thank you, my darling @itsnotmydejavu , for reading this and giving me some feedback, hehe. Couldn't do it without your help.♡♡
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The party was loud and crazy. Not your type of scene at all. But your best friend, Yunho, threw it to celebrate him and his dance crew winning their first competition and, of course, celebrate you finally coming home. At first, you pleaded with Yunho, not wanting to have the attention put on you, so this was the best alternative.
A joint celebration.
Getting ready for this stupid party got you anxious beyond knowing. It had been years since you’d seen them. You were close with all of them as you all basically grew up together in your teen years. But when you went to college overseas for a couple of years. It was like meeting different people when you had graduated and came back home. They had all grown so much, and since you were out of the country, it was hard to keep in contact with all of them. All of them except Yunho, who even flew over a couple of times to see you.
But you were back now and hanging out with eight grown-ass men that still act like children has become increasingly hard. Most of them act as if nothing changed and as if you weren’t gone for over six years. But then there was Seonghwa and San. They were different. Not in a bad way, of course, but still… strange. It's like they were more touchy. San’s hand would linger longer on your lower back when you were all out heading to a restaurant when you first got back. Or when you were over at Yunho’s place getting ready for said night and you couldn’t get your dress zipped up, and luckily Seonghwa just happened to walk past Yunho’s room and spot you struggling.
His finger gazed over your long back tattoo you had gotten while away, whispering so softly that it was beautiful and how it suited you. For a moment, you swore he was going to zip it down instead of up just so he could get a peek at your soft plump ass. Cause you see both San and Seonghwa liked you—a lot. Ever since you were teens, both men had a crush on you. They loved spending time with you, listening to you laugh, and they loved how you were always comfortable around them. Freely snuggling, late-night chats.
But they needed more.
San used to sneak into Seonghwa’s room and chat about all the filthy things they thought of about you. And god, the shyness you had just made them know that if they were to say those things aloud, you would certainly freak. No, they were both under the assumption you were too innocent to know how much you affected them. You tortured them. Like the way you cuddled up to San on his couch, acting all sweet with your tits pressed firmly against his side and your head resting on his chest while you watched movies. Or when you had asked Seonghwa to spoon you sometimes cause you were stressing about work and your soft ass would be pressed so nicely against his lap. Just inches away from his aching hard cock.
Oh, the way he would imagine shoving his cock between your thighs fucking them roughly. San would continue saying he sometimes pictures coming deep inside your pussy, claiming you as his. Both of them were drugged on the idea of you. And as years went by and you disappeared for six years, it broke them. All the others went on to dating and enjoying life but the two of them were stuck on you. Like they were unable to move on from you.
And then you came back. You were just as beautiful. More even, as the day you left. You were a grown woman with lustful desires. And they were just the men to help you.
They got their friends to help them get out of the friend zone, getting plenty of suggestions for cute dates and lovey-dovey confessions. But San came up with an idea that Seonghwa knew would be even more perfect than their friend's proposals. Now, all they needed to do was play their cards right, or risk ruining their friendship and / or coming off as a creep.
“Come on, yuyu, I already agreed to this party. What more do you want.” You laughed, sipping on your drink that Wooyoung had fixed for you. It was just you, Wooyoung, and Yunho sitting on the couch in the boy's house. Yunho was trying to get any gossip out of you about your life away, but you really had nothing to say. And then he asked about any special someones. “I’m not about to let you play matchmaker. Last time you tried, you set me up with a skittish boy.” It wasn’t like that poor boy wasn’t nice at all, but he just wasn’t exactly your type.
“Oh, so who would you prefer? Mingi or San, perhaps? Oh, what about Seonghwa,” Wooyoung chuckled, entering into the lounge with a tray of snacks. Your face became flustered all too quickly, hearing Wooyoung call out a bundle of his friends' names, but who really caught your attention was San and Seonghwa. They were both so sweet, like true gentlemen, and they were very attractive, but there was always something missing.
“I mean… They are hot and all.” You trailed off feeling a wave of embarrassment. You’ve never been one to talk about your love life, especially to your friends. You looked briefly around the room, staring at the hallway for a moment, making sure there was no one else in the room. But little did you know Seonghwa and San were in the kitchen getting their own drinks to come and join you. They had asked Wooyoung to slip in the idea of the two, curious of what your answer might be. They had both realized you had never really called them attractive before, let alone something like hot. San gave the other man a surprised expression at the sheer thought of them being good-looking in your eyes. Like a hint of pride burned in their chests. But something got stronger... A feeling... a worried feeling.
“I think there’s a but…” Seonghwa whispered to the younger male.
“I just… I don’t really know..” You rubbed your thumb against the cold glass.
“Let me guess,” Wooyoung tucked his feet under his ass before taking a quick sip of what you assumed to be Soju with some strawberry soda mixed with it. “You are worried they are gonna be too much for you.…” His words made you spit out your drink.
Then Yunho continued, “They probably want to fuck you like a whore.” Yunho cackled making you slap his shoulder almost making him spill his drink. You felt so embarrassed but it wasn’t because you were worried they’d fuck you like a slut. You were worried you’d like it too much if they did. So you had to correct them.
“They are sweet guys. Gentlemen. They wouldn’t do such a t-thing.”
“No, no, I get it.” Wooyoung chimed in, wiping his tears from the corner of his eyes from laughing too hard. Frustration built up in the men that stood in the kitchen, San even going as far as mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to Seonghwa as he began to pace around the room. That was the ultimate reason you never really showed them they had a chance. You thought neither of them could fuck you properly? They were too nice for you? All this time hiding their secret desires from you, being too worried they’d scare you off cause you were such a shy little thing. They never even thought that you were just as sex depraved as them?
Seonghwa and San decided to sneak back to Hwa’s room in order to complete their plan now that they know about your secret desire to be fucked like a bitch in heat. They were going to have fun and this party was going to be the perfect cover for their sinister plan.
-
So this brings you back to the present. Wandering through crowds of people dressed in various stage outfits the boys had performed in. Most of them dressed at these people called "evil ones" or as fans started to call them "halateez." The clothing was cool, Gothic cyberpunk. Something you've never really worn before. You decided on one of their more light-hearted dance costumes. It was during when they first started doing competitions, and someone had suggested white outfits for one of their performances, and luckily, they all agreed. So here you were in bunny ears like Seonghwa had and a white knee-length poofy dress with a sweetheart neckline, and instead of a silver puffer jacket you opted for a silver shall.
To say you stick out like a sore thumb was an understatement.
But you tried to enjoy yourself nonetheless. Wooyoung had dared you to sleep with someone, and you now being a full-grown adult able to make perfectly reasonable decisions, of course, took up Wooyoung’s stupid bet even though you were freaking out about it. This wasn’t something you would normally do. No, you are someone to stay home, cuddle up with your favourite plushie as you friend the filthy dark fantasies no one knew about. But here you are, scanning your eyes around the first floor of the house from just standing in the doorway of the lounge room, looking to see if anyone caught your eye and let's get this straight, proving Wooyoung wrong was something you too great pride in...
The whole house was open and lively. The large living room had all its furniture against the wall, making room for a dance floor and table with a huge speaker set, blasting loud music.
You had to shake your head at the fact you were actually contemplating Wooyoung’s stupid idea. The said man and one of his friends found you. They linked their arms with yours, leading you down the hallway to the kitchen where your best friend and host, Yunho, was hanging out. He was dressed like a pirate—completed with a hat and sword— and held himself with the confidence of one. You took in all the other boys, seeing all their various spectator costumes. Hugging each of them, you notice Mingi and his open vest outfit with big round shades on the top of his head. He finished his fit with a cane. Kinda making him look like a sexy version of Willy Wonka.
"Where's San and Hwa?" You asked, well half-shouted in Mingi's ear as they all went back to chatting amongst themselves. The only two boys that weren't present were the two you were hoping to see. You had to brace a hand on Mingi's shoulder, going up on tiptoes to make sure he heard you.
Mingi just smirked at you while you leaned in close to him. He gazes down your body as you speak, letting him see perfectly down the dress you're wearing. "They seem to be running late, Princess. Something about missing a part of their costumes." Mingi answered sweetly, turning his head so his jaw rubbed against the soft skin of your cheek, making you hum slightly, all the while he eyed your plump chest without being too obvious about it of course.
Your whole body shuddered at the feeling of Mingi so close to you. His hand snaked around your waist so he could support you up. You tried to ignore the rush of thrill he managed to send through your body. Opting to pull away and pout at him for what he said. Trying to shake any lusting thoughts that started to appear. "Damn, who's going to look after my purse while I dance then?"
You hummed, holding your purse tightly in your grasp as you gestured to your dress not to be very accommodating for your little purse and phone since there were no pockets. Mingi had to sigh, letting his eyes now freely rake down your body. Taking in your outfit that besides being a knee-high dress, it matched Seonghwa's stage outfit to a tea. He was kind of jealous that you dressed like one of his members instead of him.
You could tell Mingi was bluntly checking you out, playing it off like he was just simply looking at you. Redness appeared slightly on your cheeks, feeling a sense of pride mixed with shyness. The beefcake of a man grabbed your stuff before you could say anything else;
“I’ll look after it, princess. Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He gave you a charming smile watching him slip your stuff into his large pant pockets before zipping it up, making sure it wouldn’t slip out. You murmured a little flustered thank you having no idea how Mingi could have possibly heard it over the music, but your hand on his chest let you feel the little hum he made, making you know he heard you. And for just a moment, it lingered. Your bodies close to one another. Mingi smelt like fresh pine, musk, and wine. The scent etching in the back of your brain making you dizzy. You needed to pull away from him now before you do something stupid.
“I-I’m going to go find the others now.” Your eyes caught his in an intense gaze, making you feel hot and bothered. A smirk curved on his full lips while his tongue poked out to trace them ever so slightly. You hadn’t realized you were fixated on them until someone shouted, getting your attention.
“Have fun, princess. If you ever need something, come find me.” He brought your face only inches away from his so he could whisper in your ear, making sure to linger there for a moment before letting you go entirely.
-
After you left, most of the other boys flaked, heading to the dance floor or to mingle with whoever else was invited. Mingi and Yunho, on the other hand, stayed in the kitchen, watching all the chaos unfold as they took another round of shots together. That was when San and Seonghwa finally showed up, walking swiftly through the halls towards the other men. Mingi had kept his eyes on you the whole time, seeing you were now standing and chatting with some old high school friends near the dance floor. His stare dragged from your ass to finally look at the men of the hour, seeing San and Seonghwa were definitely dressed to impress.
“You’re girl is already here.” He said while Yunho nodded in confirmation, pointing in your direction so the two men who were dressed head to toe in black tackle wear, and scream masks hanging off their belts could take a look at you. Both Seonghwa and San glanced in your direction, seeing the outfit you were wearing. The way the bottom hem of your dress was fluttering while you swayed side to side, clearly deep into whatever conversation you were having. And the way you were dressed looking like Seonghwa’s stage fit in particular got Hwa’s cock thickening in his pants. He wanted to bend you over where you stood and shove his cock deep in your pussy, claiming you for everyone to see while you squealed and squirmed under him. See if you call him a gentleman after that.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, Both men turned back to Mingi, who held out a phone for him. “She gave me this to hold on to,” He explained and for a moment, jealousy brewed in both San and Seonghwa for a moment at the thought of you letting anyone but them hold onto your things. Mingi could sense the shift in their eyes, only smirking at the thought of successfully getting under their skin. And the worst thing out of it all, the two men weren’t oblivious to the way their friend looked at you. Heck, they all looked at you just the same. Seonghwa and San had planned to get to the party before you to ensure the others didn’t get any ideas towards you. But deep down they knew, none of them would encourage you or give you any offer you wouldn’t like.
“I’ll be taking that.” San grabbed the phone before slipping it into his large pant pocket by his knee. All the boys then gazed back in your direction, spotting you were now dancing with some random people you most likely knew from school. Both men got a better look at your outfit this time. How soft and shiny the material of your flowy dress was that sat beautifully on your body. How your breasts swelled at the top, or how your ass was perfect enough to grab.
The cherry on top was how your legs looked, plump thighs on display for everyone to see. When you twirled again both San and Seonghwa watched the way your tits jiggled with every move you took, and bit back a groan at the realization you weren’t wearing a bra or you were wearing a loose-fitting one. They wondered if you were wearing panties under that pretty dress too. They wondered if you were dancing with the fear of flashing your pussy to every guy in the room with each twist of your hips. What a fucking slut, San thought, sexual frustration and affection creating an intoxicating haze in his mind. The urge to make you his slut was almost overwhelming.
“She’s needy tonight, by the way,” Mingi’s words caught the attention of the men. Mingi then glanced quickly around the room, making sure no one was eavesdropping, noting Yunho had gone to get refills. “She was practically ready to kiss me before shying away and running off to the dance floor.” Mingi then chuckled, seeing the shock on their faces, getting up from the bar stool he was sitting on so he could pat their shoulders. “You gonna be, you know, able to woo her? She’s not gonna come quietly or rather confidently.”
Both San and Seonghwa smirked, not letting themselves be anything less than self-assured that you’d end the night begging them to let you out of the friend zone. They were going to make it their mission to get you outta your shell and make you confess your deepest, darkest secrets. Neither of them could wait any longer to watch you come apart on each of their cocks, bent over with your face down and ass up while one pounded your pussy. And then pining you so the other can fuck your mouth until you were crying through your release. Although San and Seonghwa have clued in their friends to their plan to fuck you, they hadn’t told the extent of the rough plan they had to completely ruin you for any other man.
“Oh don’t worry, we have a plan,” Seonghwa answered confidently, flicking his gaze at San with a knowing expression.
“Why, you want a piece of her or something, Min?” San cocked his brow, making Mingi give his friend a long firm look, trying to work out if the question was a trap or not. But he just shrugged, downing the last of his drink as if to say he’d fuck around and find out.
“Hey, man I’d be more happy to dick her down.” He said smugly. “But you know you probably gotta take what’s yours first before you go around offering.” Mingi shot a cheeky look before disappearing into the crowd without another word.
-
You started to feel a sense of loneliness filling your emotions as you too amongst sweaty bodies and loud beats of music. you had explored the second floor and most of the rooms on the first, but you could seem to find San or Seonghwa. You were starting to think they weren’t going to show. You had to shake your head in embarrassment thinking about what if Wooyoung spilled the beans about your stupid plan to seduce them. Let's face it you weren’t cut out with all this flirting and wooing and blah blah. You weren’t cut out for anything, but your alone time.
You turned to look back into the kitchen to see if any of the boys were still there, but then an overwhelming presence caught your attention that loomed against the wall of the large hallway. Your breath hitched seeing the two very tall men standing out in the crowd. Even though you couldn’t see either of their eyes, you knew their intense gaze was on you. They were both dressed the same head to toe, and their ghostface masks matched except one was the original mask, and the other was a shiny red style. Your eyes trailed down, finding their t-shirts were tucked into black cargo pants that hung low on their trimmed waist, the bottom of their pants both disappearing into black combat boots.
You shook your head, trying to shake the idea of any other men other than the ones you wanted. So you turned and almost blotted towards the garden, hoping to see if the boys were there. The two men looked at one another, knowing they both had a confused expression. This was going to be harder than they expected. The shyness was going to be harder to crack than they thought.
-
Standing out on the patio, you see partygoers dancing and cheering on the deck. Your eyes once again met one of the masked men. And even though their faces were covered, you knew their gazes were constantly fixated on you. There was no doubt they were grinning like Cheshire cats. You needed to know who these two men were. But more importantly, needed to get away from the loudness. You noticed the fire pit down the small hill of the back yard, and if you stretched your stare further, it led to forestry. a forest that just so happened to have a clubhouse you and your friends built way back when. No one knows about it other than the boys and you.
I wonder if it's still up? You thought, quickly forgetting about the two men that you have been coincidentally running into the past hour, but yet neither of them made a move to talk to you. You noticed fewer people milling about the further you walked. Some still circled around the fire pit while others were making out behind oak trees. You ignored them all, heading down the slow-sloping grass hill. The sound of the party and the thumping ear-bashing bass grew distant the further you walked.
Once at the edge of the trees, you dug your heels into the soft earth so you would stop yourself for a moment. A strange feeling circled you at the thought you were being watched. Looking around, you saw nothing, which in toe, made your gut twist further. You looked back at the house and spotted Mingi standing on the deck, leaning on the wooden railing while smoking a cigarette. Though It was too far to tell exactly, you had a feeling Mingi had been watching you the entire time. It doesn’t appear to ease the jitters in your gut thought, but you decide to keep going, shaking the walking red flag that seemed to loom over your body. For some reason, you had become desperate to see the old little clubhouse. See if it’s still standing. Maybe it was nostalgia or just the alcohol running through your veins. Whatever it might be, you pushed past the feeling of having eyes on your back as you finally spotted the old rustic tree house you came all this way out for.
Opening the latch with a little tug, you managed to climb the wonky stairs that led into the old oak cabin-like structure. It was built around the trunk of a large old elm tree, so the trunk went straight through the ‘living room’ as you and the boys called it. The rusty creak of the door catches your attention, and your heart jumps out of your chest suddenly spinning back to where the gate is. “I’m losing my mind...” You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. Maybe you shouldn't have had those shots of soju with Yeosang before heading down here.
“I wouldn’t sell yourself short their sugarcube.” Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, and if it wasn’t for the full moonlight shining through the plastic-covered windows, you wouldn’t have seen the man who owned the said voice. He was one of the men wearing the Ghostface masks. Unlike the other male who wore the traditional one, he wore a red one with little devil horns on the top.
“W-Who are you.” The two men had been following you all night, and it's only now come to your attention that they were the eyes you felt while you walked through the woods. They had followed you here. To sacred ground. You and your friends hide away from the real world. But what really started to cloud your mind was the fact you couldn’t help but notice his voice. Without the loud music and wasted people around you, crashing into you every time you moved. You sensed a hint of familiarity. You tilted your head to the side as you gazed at his full figure. Now that you thought about it, his whole demeanour was familiar.
“Pick a safe word.” you were starting to wonder where the other man might have been given these two had seemly always travelled in pairs from your knowledge. And though his voice startled you, you were not surprised to hear it.
“What?” You replied to the white Ghostface.
“Pick a safe word, bunny. And whatever we do stops the moment you use it.” he urged this time, a thread of desperation in his tone. You felt your head spin at his tone, wondering just how you managed to end up in some kind of dark fantasy of yours. Not that you were complaining. His voice began to bug your brain, too. You knew you recognized it, but you just weren’t sure who it belonged to. But your curiosity was officially piqued, and even though you were throwing caution out the window. You knew if there was any true danger and you no longer wanted to do anything, Mingi would most likely stay on the patio until you showed up again, so he would come running if you screamed loud enough.
“Purple.” You murmured in a short hum.
His shoulders relaxed and you could hear the grin in his voice as the red ghost face replied, “Purple, it is sugarcube.” He held his black-gloved hand out to you.
For a moment, you just looked at it. Your eyes trailed up his muscled arm to the devilish ghost face mask and then over his shoulder to the pitch-black woods beyond the window. You weren’t sure what he had planned for you, but the way your cunt began to leak at the thought of being fucked in your high school hangout had you thinking about bad decisions. As you come face to face with a red ghost face mask you slowly let out a shaky breath, feeling his body heat consume you. Maybe you should be scared. Maybe you should just use the safe word or try and run back to the party and forget about everything. But with their sinful aura and their lingering words, you pressed closer, “A-are you two gonna fuck me hard enough to make me scream. Sirs.”
“Oh, Bunny.” The white ghost face man growled, tugging your waist from behind until you were turned around, facing him. He slowly walked you back until you were pressed firmly against the thick tree trunk. Your shall luckily protected your shoulders from the itchy bark and with a rough grip on your thigh, he lifted one of your legs up to hook around his waist, stepping in between them, successfully pinning you to the tree. You could feel the man's massive bulge in his pants against your dripping core. You shivered at the feel of him, wondering for the first time whether you had really, in fact, lost your mind. “we’re gonna fuck you until you scream your throat raw.”
With that lustful whisper hanging in the air, your mind went blank. The red ghost face reached down and shoved your poofy dress up so it could sit around your hips, showing off your frilly black panties with a cute little bow on the front. This adorable piece of fabric was the only thing protecting your sweet pussy from these two very large men’s eyes. The white ghost let out a deep, sadistic growl at the sight, while red whistled, “Fuck sugarcube, ain’t these the cutest darn things.” He muttered, his black-gloved fingers tracing the side of the garment. In a quick movement, he twisted his fingers around the fabric and, with a sharp yank, he easily ripped it away from your body. “Too bad I had to do that.”
A harsh gasp was pulled from your lips and you jerked in red’s arms at the feel of your panties being ripped off you. No one had ever done that to you before and it made your mind a little hazy. You could feel a warmth drip down between your thighs. Good god you’re enjoying this a little too much. The man pulled your ruined panties away from your body, the fabric clinging obscenely to your soaking wet cunt. You could suddenly feel the cool night breeze against your most sensitive area, making you whine. Goosebumps raising all over your body sweet painful chill played against your drenched pussy and slick thighs, highlighting exactly how messy you were already to the world... pathetic really.
Not a moment after, the whine from the cold air changed to one of pleasure as you felt white this time, sliding his gloved fingers between your folds, pushing lightly against your clit. You couldn't help but buck your hips at the feeling, trying desperately to get his fingers inside you. You were so wet and needy already, feeling woefully empty, every nerve in your body demanding you be filled and fucked by the men caging you against the tree.
“Such a needy fucking thing,” Red, or was that white? Gritted his teeth like he was clenching his jaw. Whites fingers pinch your clit making you cry. He couldn't get enough in his sight if only he didn't have this fucking mask on. they both craved the way your body responded to them, their sweet little friend, practicality begging for them to fuck you. "She's so fucking wet and warm. it's like this pretty cunt is just begging for our cocks, isn't that right bunny?"
“fuck, yes, please,” you answered on an exhale, your voice high-pitched and shaky with need. “Need you both, please.” You tried to reach between your bodies and tug on White's belt to slide it open, but he batted your hands away, making red laugh.
The red ghost face gripped your face in his hand while the other teased the top hem of your dress. he brought his masked face close to yours like he was getting an up-close look at your expression. “I don't think you sound nearly as desperate enough just yet for either of our cocks, hmm?" you could basically hear the sharp grin in his voice.
A large hand is placed upon your chest, making you hold your breath. You can feel the heat radiating from just a simple touch. You swallowed thickly as Red gripped the front of your dress, pushing white away so he could pull you off the tree and tug you towards the floor. You can’t help but cry out as you land onto one of the old long floor cushions in the clubhouse. He’s so lucky it was there otherwise this entire thing would be over. You blow out a huff of air as you look at both men with a devious smirk. You can feel how intense both of their gazes are. Looking you up and down and taking everything in. If this is how they want to play, then….
“If I knew this was how my night was going to end. I would have spoken to you two sooner.” You giggled, opening your legs, your dress hiked up your thighs to reveal yourself slightly on accident. But both men growled either way…
Red quickly dropped down to you a little too eagerly. His hand placed firmly on your navel, pushing a small amount of pressure. The touch itself left you breathless. White joins your side, and his hands are quick to your breasts. You grab his wrist, a little hesitant. You meet his gaze under the mask, and he waits for you. Biting your lip, thinking, and wondering, you venture and guide his hand under your dress to your bare breast. You hear White shakily breathe out a quiet ‘fuck’ which goes straight to your gut. He flicks a thumb over your nipples before giving your breast a firm squeeze.
You whine softly as two fingers easily slip into your slick cunt. By instinct or just by pure need, you go to close your legs in order to gain friction but a strong hand on your inner thigh stopped that. Giving you a light tap to keep them open. You find yourself breathing heavily and lost in thought. God is this really happening? You thought, arching your back upwards.
The white ghost-faced man pulled your dress down from your breast, revealing them to the cold air. Your nipples harden and white runs his thumb over them again, fixated on the way your body responds to his delicate touch. If only you could kiss him, see who was exactly gifting you the pleasure from your fantasy. You felt a slight guilt twinge inside you, swearing at yourself for imagining your friends, Seonghwa and San. Would they ever do this to do? That was the thought that mixed with flashes of their face as white leaned closer to you, letting his mask almost touch your cheek. You reach out for the mask on the man’s face, your hand shaking from Red’s fingers fucking into you at a slow but brutal pace. But white’s hand comes flying up and grabs your wrist, moving your hand back away.
“Not now, bunny,” He chuckles lightly. His voice was so familiar, but it was becoming very hard to concentrate when a third finger was added amongst the others. The stretch has feeling dizzy, but with how wet you are, it’s an easy fit.
Your protest died on your lips as he let go of your wrist. You felt Red shift your legs up to his waist so he could dig something out of his pocket with his free hand, "I think we should record this, don't you?" he asked, but not to you, no, he asked his friend that was sitting so patiently next to the two of you. Your pleasure-filled brain was too far gone to understand his meaning either way. Not until you heard the flicking of a camera sound and a flash being turned on. The bright light shone in your eyes for a second before he moved it down your body to where his glove-covered fingers were still, deep inside your pussy. Awareness shot through your nerves at the realization he was taking a video of what he was doing to you. It also occurred to you that you could very well use your safe word right now, but as you looked down to see his fingers playing with your cunt for the camera, it felt hot.
He could see the way your clit throbbed in pleasure and the was your clench around nothing. You never knew you’d be into being recorded but here you are, feeling a sense of desire from just being on display for these two men. You rolled your hips for him, watching how his shoulders visibly shifted with a groan following. He watched intensely through the phone alone with white as his fingers slid in and out of your soaked hole. “God, I’m gonna save this so we can watch it over and over again.” He punctuated his words with short, quick thrusts of his finger, making you cry out.
“Please,” you begged wanting to feel stretched out by their cocks already, but unable to form the words as Red fucked you. It was so good but not nearly enough, and yet, you could feel an orgasm building slowly in your gut.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, Bunny,” White groaned, watching Red fuck you harder with his fingers. “Can you hear the sounds of your pussy from here.” he laughed, leaning over to grab the camera off Red so he could continue recording while Red used his now free hand to circle your clit while he continued to assault your hole. You could feel a sense of humiliation mixing with the blissfulness of pleasure Red was giving you as your body told him exactly how turned on you were. Even with your heart pounding in your chest and both men’s harsh breathing in their masks, you could still hear the lewd sounds that came from fingers pumping in and out of you.
He fucked you faster. The sounds only grew louder with your moans as each thrust sent your mind into a day a daze. His palm slapped against your wet folds, and the tip of his thumb rubbed your clit with a sharp tug. “More, please,” you begged breaking into a sob, feeling tears pool against the corners of your eyes.
“Mmm, that’s it Doll, beg for me,” Red growled, shoving his fingers out of you to give your pussy a harsh slap before plunging his fingers back inside you. You choked out a ragged moan as your head thrashed side to side against the old cushion with your hips writhing against his body.
“Please. I’m gonna cum. Please, I need it so badly.” you chanted, begging. You could feel yourself hurtling toward the edge, you just needed a little more. But a little push. Red seemed to know exactly what you needed and when he whistled over his friend, that’s when you felt a hand cover your eyes and then a wet sensation met your nipples. It was white's mouth, suckling on your tit with a sharp inhale. Your back arched at the feeling followed by the most degraded sound you’d ever heard left your own lips.
“Good girl, take my fingers. Come all a strangers fingers,” He praised, his voice raspy and muffled through the mask. “Need to stretch you out so you’re ready for our cocks,” He continued with a sly giggle. The way he was so consumed with your body was almost insane. Something about the way he said the word ‘stranger’ had alarm bells going off in your head, but they were so distant with your mind too consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. You were too focused on chasing your release, a whine rising in your throat as your arms braced against the man next to you as you fucked yourself on his fingers. You were so close. Pushing against white more, tugging on his bicep, you felt his hand slipping from your face. The alarm bells that were going off before were even louder now, trying to warn you about something. About them? With fumbling, eager hands, you curled your fingers around the edges of white's shirt before tugging one last time. His hand slipped completely off your eyes, what you were faced with left a loud, sharp gasp to leave your lips.
Just Luke shoving your head into the pillows while he moans the filthiest words in your ear (someone take my phone away)
yesyesyes especially when he’s brat taming !!
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he watches you spring into another cabin boys arms after winning capture the flag, your hair all messy, giggling n laughing like a sweet perfect fool. his sweet, perfect fool. you looked so pretty. n luke knew the tall, asshole of a guy was thinking the same thing
he wasn’t ‘fuckin having it’ :((
“I get, ya’ were just being friendly, princess. but that fuckers not thinking like that.” his hot breath fans the back of your neck, n you’d believe he was mad at you when he drops you onto your flower sheeted bed, all greedy n mean as he sucks hickeys all over your pretty tits
“agh b-ut luke, he was on my team n’ he helped us win-” his brown eyes furrow in annoyance, finally looking up. leaving your pebbled nipple glossy n achy from his salvia
“so you want to repay him? is that the fuckin case, cause he got the flag you want him sucking on these pretty tits mhm?” oh he is mad :(
“n-no I didn’t say tha-” you frown at the oh-so familiar tingle in your tummy, his hands moving lower and lower…
“nah it’s ok baby, wanted some time with my favorite girl anyways. just shush n’ let me give her some…attention”
you didn’t think he meant your pussy when he said his favorite girl :( n his way of shushing was shoving your face into your plushy, pink pillows. muffling your whines in the cotton things n your angelic whimpers when his cock slides into the warm, tight little fit of your gummy walls
“mhmm, fuck-fuck yeah, tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt. ahhhh fuck she grips me so good.” he’s moaning into your dizzy ear like he’s married to your pussy and your merely their for the ride “don’t she baby?” he coos
“l-luke auh! m’here too!” tears of salty jealousy brush your lash line ??
“f-fuck, shush princess. why can’t you be as good as this sweet little cunt? she’d never fuckkk let another dick inside of her.”
your mascara stains the pillow cases as you try to wiggle, clenching around his so tightly cause this is supposed to be about you!! n the angles so deep!! but his pounding thrusts made you forget all bratty sense. now he was just rubbing it in, groaning n moaning all over your flustered skin
“pretty pussy knows only I make you feel this good,”
“your” thrust “fuckin” thrust “mine” finally he was talking to you again!!
”m’ all yours l-luke! g-gonna mphmm! cum!” your squeals encourage his hips to snap against your soft ass even faster. his balls slapping against you shushing you even more than the fluffy pillows
“goddd I’m cumming inside my girl tonight, you thrust deserve it. this- fuck your dripping— pussys mine too right, ma?”
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