creep // s.kalivoda
Simon Kalivoda ✘ f!Reader
✘ w.c. 3.5k words ✘ tags/warning(s). 18+ mdni, no use of y/n, f!reader, established relationship, underage drinking, partying, all characters are 18+, recreational drug use, groping, brief noncon (but nothing explicit), mild violence, blood, unprotected pinv sex, hurt/comfort ✘ a/n. written for @fredhechingerfrenzy's Fredtober Prompt - Costume Party. Big shout out to @super-unpredictable98 for reading over everything for me. 💚 ✘ divider credits. @/cafekitsune + @/saradika-graphics
✘ summary. When you go to a Halloween costume party with your friends, you think you're in for a treat, but the trick's on you, your boyfriend isn't the only one wearing that costume.
“Woo! Party time! Who’s ready to get fucked up?” Simon exclaimed, drumming his hands against the back of Deena’s head rest as she pulled into an empty spot across the street.
“Hell yeah!” you agreed, unbuckling your seat belt and pushing open the door as the others followed suit.
“Yeah, just don’t get too crazy,” Sam laughed, taking Deena’s hand.
“Fuck that,” Simon snorted, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you closer. “It’s Halloween, baby, time to get our freak on!” he joked, earning a fond eyeroll as you slipped your arm around his waist.
“I still can’t believe you dressed up as the skull mask killer,” Deena scoffed, but Simon merely smirked, lifting his hands in defense.
“Why not?” he exclaimed, clearly amused. “It’s fun.”
“Yeah, and the best part is that it covers your face,” Kate teased, joining the four of you on the front lawn and Simon gasped, snatching the mask from the top of his head and pointing it at her.
“At least I’m wearing a costume. You’re just in your cheerleading uniform, what a cop out!” Simon countered, wrinkling his nose at her and stuffing the mask in his back pocket.
Kate shrugged it off, unperturbed. “I didn’t have time to find a costume, I was busy with other stuff,” she said pointedly, flashing a dime bag of pills in his face, and Simon reached for them with an excited gasp.
“These for us?”
“Yep, enjoy,” Kate chirped and peeled off to go find some customers.
“Hell yeah!” Simon grinned. “Shall we, my lady?” he intoned, gesturing to the door.
Inside, you threaded your way through a throng of costumed partiers in search of the booze. Music filled the cramped house, the bass thrumming through the walls like a heartbeat, and you passed the makeshift dance floor in the living room, dodging couples making out in the hall or lounging against any piece of furniture they could find.
Here and there you greeted a familiar face until you broke through to the kitchen, spying the keg in the corner.
“Yes! Sustenance!” Simon exclaimed, grabbing a red plastic cup from a nearby stack and filling it, letting the foam run over the side before handing it to you and pouring another for himself.
“I should’ve known, like, every girl here was gunna be dressed as a witch,” you pouted, taking a sip of your beer as you glanced around the room.
“Aw, but you’re the hottest witch here, by far,” Simon exclaimed, pulling you against his chest with his free arm.
“You’re obligated to say that,” you countered, poking him in the stomach.
“Aw c’mon, you know I’m not just saying that,” he insisted. “You’re the sexiest girl in any room, no matter what you’re wearing,” he purred, smirking as he glanced down your top, his hand slipping down your back to squeeze your ass.
“Now c’mon, let’s go dance, beautiful,” he murmured in your ear and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah, let’s go,” you agreed, letting him lead you out to the living room, the skeleton bones on the front of his costume glowing brightly under the black lights.
Pulling the little baggie from his pocket, Simon fished one of the little bright coloured tablets and held it up. “Open,” he instructed, placing the tablet on your tongue before doing the same for himself, and you swallowed it down with a gulp of beer.
“Now, let the real party begin,” he chuckled, swaying his hips to the beat.
Closing your eyes, you felt the music flow through you, letting it guide you, and soon the effects of the molly kicked in, enhancing your senses tenfold—making every colour brighter, every sound louder, and every touch sensual.
Holding your half empty cup, you lifted your arms above your head as you swayed, snaking them around Simon’s neck and pressing against him.
“Feelin’ good, babygirl?” he chuckled in your ear, ducking his head to kiss your neck, sending a thrill through you, and you let out a soft mewl, tilting your head further to give him more skin to kiss.
“Mhmm,” you replied, having to raise your voice to be heard over the music. “You?”
“You know it, sweet cheeks,” he drawled, a cheshire grin tugging at his lips before they were on yours, his tongue swiping against yours boldly and you groaned deep in your throat, nipping at his bottom lip before finally parting for air.
“Hold that thought, I need to pee,” you exclaimed, taking a step back and leaving your boyfriend gaping at you.
“God! You’re such a tease, woman!” he laughed, a goofy grin quick to split his face.
“Gotta keep you on your toes,” you countered, smirking back.
“Hey now, don’t go getting started in there without me,” he said, arching a cheeky eyebrow and wriggling his painted fingers at you suggestively.
“No promises,” you joked, sticking your tongue out at him as you slipped away in search of the bathroom, finishing off the rest of your beer as you went.
You found the line to the bathroom with relative ease and let out a groan, but settled in to wait, leaning against the wall. Deena and Sam passed on their way to the kitchen and you waved, having a short conversation with the girl behind you before stumbling into the tiny half-bath when it was your turn. Checking your makeup before leaving, you ambled back to the living room to find Simon, the buzz of your high fully kicking in.
Peering through the press of bodies, you frowned, not seeing your boyfriend’s familiar swoop of blonde hair, only to give a start as a pair of arms slipped around you from behind. With a startled gasp, you spun, ready to throw an elbow, only to let out a relieved breath when you realized it was only Simon, the skull mask pulled down over his face.
“You scared the shit outta me!” you cried, smacking his arm playfully, but he merely shrugged, tilting his head as if mocking you. “You’re such an ass sometimes, Si,” you huffed, but you let him pull you closer, his hands sliding down to the curve of your ass.
“Oh now you’re gunna be nice?” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Take that stupid mask off so I can kiss you,” you pouted, tugging at the black fabric attached to the rubber skull face, but Simon pulled your hand away and shook his head. Instead, he pointed toward the stairs.
“You wanna go upstairs to the bedroom?” you asked, and he nodded.
Rolling your eyes at whatever game he was playing, you let him take your hand, following toward the staircase and away from the party.
The sound of your name being called uncertainly from behind you brought you up short however, and you turned, only to see Simon standing there, holding two fresh cups of beer, a confused look on his face.
“Simon?” you breathed. Freezing in place, a shudder ran through you as you realized, with dawning horror, that the person leading you away wasn’t actually your boyfriend.
“What the fuck? Let go of me!” you cried, pulling away, trying to wrench free of the stranger’s grasp, but their grip on your wrist only tightened painfully.
Simon’s expression twisted in indignation, and for a moment all rationale seemed to desert him.
Without thinking, Simon tossed the beer aside and rushed forward, hellbent on protecting you. With a wild cry, he collided with the masked stranger, his momentum sending the pair of them sprawling, nearly taking you with them.
“Get your hands off her, motherfucker!” he cried before his bravado vanished with a startled yelp as his opponent began to fight back and the two of them struggled on the floor for a moment before the masked stranger gained the upper hand and pinned Simon beneath him as he tried to scramble backwards.
“HEY! FIGHT!” someone yelled from across the room and the music cut out as the crowd shifted, surging to converge around the action.
A helpless cry left your lips as your stalker’s fist connected with Simon’s nose, but before you could act, several guys from the football team rushed forward to pull him off Simon and haul him to his feet.
“Si, are you okay?” you gasped, dropping to your knees at your boyfriend’s side. At the sight of the dark blood running from his nose down his lips you let out a hiss, turning to glare at the masked attacker.
“What this? This is nothing,” Simon chuckled weakly, letting you help him up.
“Simon,” you huffed, but he merely grinned at you, wiping at his bloodied nose.
“Ow! Actually, that stings, like a lot,” he whined, wincing in pain and turning to spit the blood from his mouth.
“Hey, what the fuck’s going on?” Deena demanded, pushing through the crowd to get to you and Simon, Sam and Kate in tow behind her.
“Some creep dressed in the same costume as Simon tried to trick me into going upstairs with him,” you huffed, rubbing at your arms as a chill pebbled your skin.
Noticing your discomfort, Simon wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer, his expression hardening as he glared at the guy in the skull mask.
“What?” Kate demanded, her dark eyes flashing. “Who the fuck is this asshole anyway?” she growled, stepping forward to reach for his mask.
“I dunno, but we’re about to find out” Simon exclaimed as Kate yanked the mask off.
“Why does he look familiar?” Deena muttered as everyone leaned in to get a better look, but you recognized him instantly.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you muttered under your breath.
“Wait, I know him,” Sam said with a frown. “He’s from Sunnyvale.”
“Yeah, he’s a dick who doesn’t know how to take no for an answer,” you said, shooting him the sharpest look you could muster. “He’s been hitting on me all year,” you explained.
“Oh c’mon, you and I both know you don’t belong here with this freak,” he spat, straining against the hands holding him back.
“You’re the one who doesn’t belong here, so get the fuck out,” you said, nodding for the others to get him out of your sight and Simon raised both hands, flipping him the double bird.
“Suck it, pal!” he called after him as your fellow Shadysiders dragged him outside.
“Take care of Simon, we’ll take care of this dick. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll leave you alone after this,” Kate exclaimed, hurrying after the others, looking ready to kick some ass.
“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up. There’s a bathroom upstairs,” you murmured, pulling Simon to his feet and leading him up the worn steps, each one creaking beneath your weight.
As you climbed in silence, you tried not to think about what might’ve happened had that guy gotten you upstairs and away from the party, and from the troubled look on Simon’s face, you figured he was thinking the same.
On the second floor, it felt as though the party were miles away and you barely registered that the music had started up again as you stepped into the dark bathroom at the end of the hall and flipped on the light, squinting as the overhead light flickered on.
“Sit down,” you instructed and Simon obeyed without a word, flopping down atop the closed toilet lid while you opened several drawers in search of a wash cloth. Snatching one from beneath the sink, you ran it under the faucet and wrung it out before turning back to Simon who was still unusually quiet.
“I’m sorry you got hurt,” you whispered, gently wiping the blood from his face.
“I’ve had worse,” he replied with a shrug, his lips twitching slightly as his eyes found yours—pale under the harsh fluorescent light—and his grin faded. “Are you okay?” he asked, plucking at your skirt as if he wanted to pull you closer, but reluctant to.
“I–” you sighed and shrugged. “I’m just glad you came back when you did,” you murmured, setting aside the bloodied towel to rest your hands on Simon’s shoulders.
He frowned, his hands balling into fists in the folds of your skirt. “I shoulda been there sooner, I shouldn’t have gone off to get those fucking beers–” he muttered, shaking his head angrily.
“Simon, it’s not your fault,” you insisted, catching his face between your hands to get him to look at you.
“But I’m your boyfriend. I’m supposed to-to protect you and take care of you and shit,” he protested, huffing a frustrated sigh.
“It’s not your fault,” you repeated, gently brushing his hair from his eyes.
“I just hate the thought of someone else’s hands on you, violating you,” he grumbled, his brows furrowing.
Biting your lip, you searched his face. “Then why don’t you help me forget about that asshole’s hands on me?” you breathed, holding his gaze as you guided his hands to your hips.
“Now that I can do,” he replied, taking the hint and pulling you closer, his hands sliding down to your ass as your lips collided in a desperate kiss, drowning out the lingering disgust you felt.
Moaning into his mouth as your tongue delved deeper, you tangled your fingers in his hair and gave a tug, urging him to his feet.
With a groan, Simon surged forward, backing you against the sink, his hips pressing into you possessively and you could already feel his arousal hardening against you, flooding you with heat.
“Need you–” you gasped between fevered kisses, clutching at the front of his costume as his lips moved to your neck, each wet open mouthed kiss only fueling your sense of urgency—the heat between your legs growing to an insistent throb.
Simon hummed in acknowledgment before sucking hard at your pulse point, leaving a dark hickey behind and drawing a whine from you.
His kiss-swollen lips pulled into a smirk as your eyes met briefly before you were stumbling from the bathroom to the empty bedroom across the hall, pulling at each other’s clothes between messy kisses.
Simon let out a grunt as his shoulder hit the door frame, but he was quick to kick the door shut behind you before helping you out of your dress and panties, leaving them in a pool at your feet. Kicking off his boots, he nearly tore his costume in his haste to get out of it and you pushed him back atop the bed with an impish grin.
As he tumbled backward, bouncing slightly atop the mattress, a giddy yelp left Simon’s lips and he quickly wriggled out of his boxers, letting his cock spring free to land heavily against his stomach, a grin stretching his face as you crawled astride him.
Claiming his lips in a bruising kiss, you slipped his length between your folds to grind against him, shuddering as his head caught your swollen clit, and a breathy moan caught in your throat.
“Oh fuck–” Simon whined into your mouth, his hands squeezing at your hips, the thick metal of his rings cool against your fevered skin. “Baby, please, I need to be inside you,” he groaned, rutting against you impatiently and you quieted him with a deep kiss, your tongue demanding against his as you reached between you to guide him to your slick entrance–your arousal sticky against your inner thighs.
Bullying his cock between your folds, you slowly sank down on him, savouring the feel of every vein and ridge against your velvety walls as he filled you. Catching his bottom lip between your teeth, you gave a soft tug before releasing him as you sat up. Leaning back, you rested your hands on his thighs to stabilize yourself as you rolled your hips, pulling him deeper while putting yourself tantalizingly on display for him.
“Shit, baby–” Simon breathed, his voice huskier than usual as his lust blown gaze took you in, devouring the sight of you hungrily. “Shit, you’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he moaned, sliding his hands up your body to grope your tits almost reverently, and his mouth fell open as you began to ride him.
“And I’m all yours,” you drawled. “All fucking yours.”
“Oh Goddamn, woman–” he swore, wetting his lips as he watched you, coaxing your nipples to stiffen between his fingers. “You look so good riding me,” he groaned, his hips giving another involuntary buck upwards and your breath hitched sharply as he bottomed out, taking you by surprise.
“Simon–!” you whined and he let out a rueful chuckle.
“Sorry,” he breathed, though his lips tugged into a small smirk and you couldn’t be mad.
Leaning forward, you pressed your hands to his chest, trailing your fingers through the soft hair that ran down his stomach before Simon grabbed your arms to pull you down atop him.
“Want you closer,” he murmured, wrapping you in his arms to steal a kiss as he met each roll of your hips with a thrust of his own, bucking up into you. “I like feeling you against me,” he breathed, rolling you to your back with a soft grunt.
“Me too,” you whimpered, adjusting your hips, and Simon hiked your leg up as he sped up, forcing a gasp from your lungs as his cock dragged against your sweet spot—each stroke fanning the flames of your pleasure, coiling it tighter in your gut tighter till it was ready to snap.
“Si—“ you whined, your nails biting into his shoulder blades. “M’close,” you gasped, desperately rolling your hips to meet his frantic thrusts.
“Good, wantcha to cum for me babygirl,” he breathed, kissing you sloppily. “Make a mess on my cock,” he drawled in your ear, sending you over the edge.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Simon—!” you cried as your muscles went rigid, squeezing impossibly tighter around him while his thrusts grew jerky and soon his mouth fell open, your name ripping from his lungs before he quickly pulled out to spill his load against your stomach, his cock twitching against you with each spasm, leaving your walls to flutter and clench around nothing with each aftershock of your climax.
For a moment all you could do was catch your breath, Simon’s chest heaving against yours and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the sticky mess pressed between you, only concerned with holding him close.
“I fucking love you,” you murmured and Simon smiled against your skin where his face was buried in your neck.
“Love you too, babygirl,” he replied, his voice husky with affection and he finally raised his face to look at you. “Love you so much,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours, sharing your breath.
“Feel better?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, and you nodded weakly, completely spent.
“So much,” you replied, sighing in contentment and Simon smiled, stealing one more kiss before rolling off you and reaching for some tissues from the box on the nightstand next to the bed.
“Good, me too,” he chuckled lightly, gently cleaning his cooling mess from your skin before pulling you into his arms, your legs tangling comfortably as you molded to him, your eyelids slipping shut for a moment.
“Y’know, for a second, when I saw you following that dick to the stairs, I thought you knew it wasn’t me,” Simon whispered and you frowned, lifting your face to look at him.
“What—?”
Simon shook his head at his own foolishness. “You’re so out of my league, sometimes it’s like I’m just waiting for you to realize it,” he huffed with a grimace, all trace of his usual levity gone.
“Simon—“ you breathed, your voice growing stern as you held his clear blue gaze. “You are the only one I want. Period.”
“But—“
“Period,” you repeated, cutting him off, and he seemed to soften, believing you.
Satisfied, you settled back down against him, ready to fall asleep, but a knock on the door had you both groaning in annoyance. “Occupado! Go awayyyy!” Simon exclaimed, rolling over to press his face to your shoulder, hoping to ignore the intrusion. “Are you two done fucking in there? Cause we’re ready to leave!” Deena’s voice called through the door.
“Yeah, afterparty at Deena’s,” Sam added.
Letting out a heavy sigh, you shared a look with Simon, though the thought of heading back to your friend’s house to pig out on pizza and watch scary movies sounded better than going back down to the party. “We’re coming!” you called, rolling over to find your clothes.
“Ew!”
“Not like that!” you huffed, rolling your eyes, though you wore an amused grin as you pulled your dress over your head.
“Speak for yourself!” Simon laughed, catching you round the middle as you went to open the door. Letting out a yelp and a soft shriek of laughter as he pulled you into his lap to steal a kiss, you could only imagine what your friends thought was happening in there.
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