The Shower- Abner x Original Character NSFW 18+
FIRST TIME WRITING AN NSFW FAN FIC LETS GOOOOO I'm very new to this so please be kind :D
Characters- Abner from The Conjuring 4 and my Conjuring oc Malcolm.
Male x FTM (warning Malcolm has not had any surgery. the story mentions his genitals and breasts so if this causes discomfort, I recommend not reading)
Content: A dude has shower sex with the scary ghost that lives in his house! story involves penetration, cream pies, and rough sex.
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The sound of water hissing out of the shower head filled the quiet bathroom. Ugly faded tiles in a variety of shades of blue made up the walls like the army of a tacky designer. Malcolm planned to replace them with something from this decade but at this time he had no money nor time to spare for such a renovation. So for now he was stuck with an eye sore of a walk-in shower.
Slowly he moved his hand from the shower handle, studying his palm. A smear of orange rust stretched across his skin. Malcolm grimaced at the sight. “Gross” he mumbled, wiping his hand on a nearby towel before stepping fully into the shower.
His body tensed as droplets of water crashed onto his shoulder and down his now goose bumped skin. The stupid water always took forever to heat up.
Once the temperature was to his liking he moved his head fully under the sprayer, wetting his long light brown hair. As he began to wash himself a faint ring of nausea slowly formed, causing his vision to blur. With shaky hands he guided himself down, sitting crisscrossed on the floor of the shower. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” He groaned, face buried in his hands as he tried to stop his head from reeling.
Light steam hung around the room, clinging to the glass door of the shower. As gently as it had started, the nausea started to dissipate, evaporating as if it were water. Malcolm slowly lifted his head which now rested in his palms as he stared at the ancient shower faucet.
It had been months now since he had moved here and these nausea spells seemed to only be getting more frequent. As he tried to relax, his eyes caught something moving just within the corner of his vision. Although Malcolm lived alone there was now a dark figure standing in his bathroom, appearance hidden by the condensation on the door.
Its tall height and large frame loomed in the room, an axe hanging from its hand. This uninvited visitor didn’t frighten Malcolm though, a smile creeping across his face before he spoke out with a whistle.
“You know you can come in if you want, Abner.”
The shadow didn’t reply. The cheap ceiling lights buzzed feverishly, singing with the shower in an uneasy and off-key melody. After what felt like forever the figure finally moved. The sound of heavy footsteps began; the cry of the axe’s head being dragged along the ceramic floor tiles that wailed out in pain.
Slowly the shadow of the figure grew closer, a ghostly black-haired man smiling as he looked into the shower. His cold yellowed eyes seemed to have a faint glow as they stared through the fog. Resting his axe down he placed his hand on the glass door. Like a slug his hand slid down the glass, leaving a trail of wet dark ash as he made his way to the door handle.
Malcolm moved himself out of the way, scooching over to give the ghost space as he stepped into the shower. Water crashed onto his head, sliding down his long black hair and over his clothed shoulders. He stared down at Malcolm, eyes quietly scanning from his head to his breasts, then finally down between his thighs. Mal felt himself get warm, his heartbeat quickening as he teasingly squished his legs together.
“Well hello there. Are you going to stand there with your clothes on in the water like a freak or do something?”
The apparition grinned, his hands moving to undo the buttons of his overalls.
Mal watched as the overalls hit the floor of the shower with a wet thud as Abner briefly struggled removing his own underwear. The wet fabric of his checkered button-up shirt clung to his muscled arms as he slowly peeled it off like it was second skin.
His sculpted chest from years of farm labor rose and fell gently with each breath. Black veins sporadically moved under his flesh like an unholy map Mal desperately wanted to study. Once freed of his clothing he moved to Malcolm’s level, crawling onto him.
His cold pale hands freely roamed Mal’s warm skin, palming at his chest as if trying to gently knead dough. Soft almost whiny moans escaped Malcolm’s lips as he tilted his head back to rest against the shower wall. He adjusted slightly under Abner, getting comfortable.
Without a second thought Abner closed in, hiding his face in his neck. He moved his way up Mal’s neck, leaving light bites and kisses in his trail. His coal grey lips grazed over his chin, his black tongue sliding across his wet skin.
Abner’s long inky hair clung to his lover’s face. The back of his head blocked the shower from spraying Malcolm directly. Instead, it pooled on him as the water slid down the spirit’s shoulders and chest like a waterfall. In a strained and raspy voice Abner asked,
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
Mal immediately locked eyes with Abner, mouth agape in surprise before twisting into a rancid smirk. His head tilted to the side as he pretended to think it over as the ghost before him stared, waiting.
“Oh Jeez I just don’t know, do I want the naked hot guy in my shower to fuck me? Decisions, decisions-”
“Don’t be a dick.” Abner frowned, beginning to move away slowly. Malcolm immediately shot up, his hands holding onto Abner’s forearms to stop him.
“Hey hey hey I’m just messing with you handsome, course I want you to fuck me are you kidding?” Malcolm cooed, moving his hand to twirl a lock of Abner’s hair. Moving his head he slipped under Abner’s chin, kissing the side of his neck. His teeth carefully bit his skin, pulling enough to cause Abner to let out a low groan.
Mal’s hand slid down, fingers gracing over the tip of the ghost’s dick. His thumb massaged it ever so slightly as precum began to drip out. Raspy moans whined from Abner’s mouth as he leaned against Mal. every movement and change in pressure on his tip driving him mad.
With a snicker Mal retracted his hand, moving so he sat with his back against the wall once more. He opened his thighs to him; his fingers slowly skimmed over his dripping wet cunt. It was almost too much for Abner as Mal brought his fingers to his mouth, slowly licking them clean.
With firm calloused hands Abner suddenly grabbed onto Malcolm’s thighs, pulling them to him before slamming his cock into Mal.
“F-fuck!” Malcolm yelped, heart racing as he felt himself tighten around Abner.
A guttural groan left Mal’s lips as he watched the ghost push himself deeper, forcing every inch he could.
His hands firmly held onto Malcolm’s hips, his fingers digging into his skin. With each thrust Mal felt himself slowly stretch more and more as Abner forced his girth deep into him. The ghost grunted loudly, enjoying each aggressive hump he made.
Mal could only moan weakly and watch as the ghost used him as a flesh light. His hands shook against the wet tiles as he failed to try and find something to hold onto. Water rained onto him, droplets sliding down his warm burning body.
In a violent jolt he shoved himself fully in, holding Malcolm there as he came with a hoarse moan. Thick hot seed filled him to the brim, dripping down his tired cunt. The spirit bucked his hips slightly before pulling himself out, cum drooling down his cock.
Abner smirked proudly as Malcolm tried to catch his breath, looking up at his ghostly partner with half-lidded eyes. Leaning down Abner placed a kiss on his head, holding the side of his face as if he were made of porcelain. The two sat there together, resting under the sound of hissing water. After a little bit Malcolm frowned as he sighed out,
“My water bill is going to be absolutely fucked this month.”
