Even in silence, you belong to me
Pairing: Baghead (Masked man) x female! reader Summary: Baghead hunts you down in the tunnel, manhandles you against the wall and uses you in whatever way he likes. Warnings: 18+ only // primal play // manhandling // cums in pants // Minors dni For my love @toxicanonymity 🧡🍂🎃
As you strutted into the damp cobbled stone tunnel, tangy orange leaves fell from sickly tree's. The air was full of damp moss and cobwebs, legs aching and chest heaving with panic. Eyes started to water with fear, you had no idea what to do or where to go. The door on the other side of the tunnel was locked and the other had a hefty stick on it to prevent that deranged man from coming after you.
Standing on the spot listening to a rain drop onto the roots from old flowers, a wooden door smashed against the wall. And chains swayed against eachother in the frosty wind. In the now broken doorway stood a tall man with a chain wrapped around hand and weapon in the other. Gutteral grunts left his throat and heavy footsteps echoed in the dark.
Legs carried you off in a rush, arms swaying with monumentum and heart pounding out of your chest with lungs hurting with lack of air. You couldn't know how far he was behind you but didn't sound far, only a couple of meters away. Heaves coming from a few inches behind made you squeal like a mouse who's being hunted by a cat.
Strong hands grab your waist from behind and push you up against the chilly stone wall. Breath could be felt on your neck with his erection felt on your thigh. Nipples harden by the man's action and breath hitches in your throat creating a moan that leaves your lips. He grabs both your arms, wraps chains around your wrists and pins them both up above your head.
He has complete control and domination over you, he could break you like a glow stick. But in more ways than one, he starts to grip both hands on your hips and grinds his hard length against your jeaned ass. Baghead drops his hand and slid them down the hem of your panties slipping his fingers into your heated wetness. The chills that run up your spine makes a squeak run out your mouth.
Strong muscles could be felt on your back from his chest, the strength that he carries with him turns you on more than it should be with a stranger especially a deranged killer.
Baghead tilts his head back as his fingers rub faster on your sensitive clit, grinding faster moans and groans falls from his mouth and yours and you both come in sync.
