Description: The reader is dating Ethan but has some fun with Ghostface (Ethan) as well.
Warning: Smut, Cheating? (Not really), Pillow humping, clit rubbing, sex against a wall, public sex (sorta), choking, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex when Ethan is Ghostface, reader has sex with Ethan and Ghostface.
Word Count:4,481
Author’s Note: I haven’t watched Scream 7 yet but here’s this for the hottest ghost face imo. I left the ending open :)
Also I do have a Spock fic coming in the next few days
With Ethan and Chad being gone for class that was giving her all the free time that she could have. Cleaning the apartment, doing laundry and getting some studying done herself. It was so peaceful without the two boys there, not that they were always loud and annoying but it was always good to have some time for yourself, especially when you live with two boys.
Ethan was her boyfriend so they shared a bed and yes she loved him and always missed him but it was nice that she was alone. Chad always complained about how loud they were at night or in the morning while he was trying to sleep. She smirked at the memories of why they were being loud.
She tried to focus on her studies but the wetness building between her legs made that nearly impossible. She sighed and closed her laptop, not even turning it off, telling herself that she would get back to it after she was done. She went to her shared room with her boyfriend and stripped off her clothes, loving the feeling of the cool air hitting her wetness and her hard nipples.
She got in bed and stared at the ceiling for a moment, debating on how she wanted to please herself when her head turned and a smirk formed on her face. Ethan’s pillow. He was always praising the smell of her pussy and how good it was that she thought it would be perfect to use his pillow. She sat up and grabbed his pillow, smelling it for herself.
It smelled just like him and it made her needy. She straddled the pillow, imagining that it was him, feeling it up to find the perfect angle. The corner of the pillow was perfect for now as she stretched out a bit before placing her hands on it. Her hips moved slowly at first, her eyes closed as she imagined that she was riding her perfect looking boyfriend.
The thought of his hands on her, rubbing her and touching her in all the right spots made her hips move faster. Moans and whimpers fell from her lips as she rode the pillow. Her juices gushed out of her as her hips moved, each thrust made the bed rock some. That was another thing that made Chad complain, the bed.
They needed a new one, one that didn’t make noise but each thrust of her hips and the noise it made, made her more horny. She loved it as did Ethan. One of her hands reached up to toy with her nipple, imagining Ethan’s hand. His name weakly fell from her lips as her hips picked up speed again, the corner of the pillow hitting her clit perfectly.
Her eyes were closed and she wasn’t aware of her surroundings but she also didn’t care, not when this felt too good. Her hips nearly jumping now with each movement, skin slapping could be heard. Her jaw was dropped as the most sinful noises could be heard throughout the apartment.
She couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure between her legs and that nearly made her a dumbass. She wasn’t aware of the slasher that was hidden in their shared closet, watching her hump the pillow like she was going to die if she didn’t. He was hard and really wanted to touch himself but couldn’t, he needed to teach her a lesson first.
He burst out of the closet, causing her to scream and clutch the pillow to her body. Her arousal was still high but her hips stopped humping the pillow.
“What the fuck?” She heard about the masked figure in the room from the others.
Ghostface, a legend of Woodsboro. They stared at each other, waiting for the next move. The knife clutched in his hand like he was about to use it.
“You seem pretty desperate for a girl that has a boyfriend.” The voice modulator, it was so hot that her thighs clenched.
She didn’t know what to say to that, maybe it was the fear or the embarrassment. She nearly flung herself back as he moved,quick, capturing her to his body. He turned her around so her back was against his chest. She was panting again but this time from fear, not just pleasure.
One of his gloved hands was wrapped around her body so she couldn’t move, the other made its way all over her body. She tried not to moan when he cupped her breast or when his hand traveled down to her wetness that was pulsing with need.
“So wet, all over a pillow?” He teased and she wanted to cry.
She wishes that it was just her pillow and her boyfriend but ghostface also made her horny and that thought alone made her want to be locked up in a mental asylum. He chuckled, moving his hand to rub her clit, causing her to tense up a bit.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, baby, it’s hot.”She gulped and tried to stop the noises that built up in her throat at the feeling.
The fabric of the glove really felt good against her pussy.
“No, don’t hide those pretty noises. Let me hear them.” She was beat red at this point, she couldn’t believe what was happening and a sick part of her (the biggest part) didn’t want it to stop.
She let all the pathetic noises leave her lips as he rubbed faster. Her hips moved, humping his hand as she chased the pleasure that she was near earlier. Her head fell back against his shoulder, eyes closed as she let out the loudest moan.
She sat next to her boyfriend as Mindy explained the Stab movies and how all the new people in the group were suspects. She wanted to roll her eyes at the girl but didn’t especially when she called out Anika, her girlfriend.
“Roomate lotteries can be juked.”
That never even crossed her mind, nor would she think it crossed Ethan’s either as they made eye contact, clearly confused. She tried not to think about the other night when the killer was in her and Ethan’s room pleasuring her. He didn’t make one move to kill her. She couldn’t tell the others about it, that would also make her look bad and look like a cheater.
“You okay?” Ethan asked her, breaking her out of her thoughts.
She looked at her boyfriend and nodded.
“Yeah, just scared.” He understood how she felt and he wanted to protect her from this creep.
“You’re safe with me.” He winked at her, causing her to laugh and Chad made a fake puking noise.
She wasn’t exactly sure she needed protecting from Ghostface like that, he didn’t seem to want to kill her by any means.
She was on the bed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before closing her eyes and letting out a loud moan. Her hands were in Ethan’s hair as he licked and sucked her pussy, drenching it with his spit and her juices. Ethan loved eating pussy, it was one of his favorite sexual activities.
The taste of her was amazing and he even made sick jokes about the scent being made into cologne so he could smell it all the time. Her face was red at the thought as she humped his face. His nose catches her clit every now and then, causing her to cry out. Chad was with his sister and the carpenter's sisters.
So she could be as loud as she wanted and she took advantage of that. Her pussy was gushing all over his face as he moaned at the taste and smell. It was all he could focus on right now. His hands dug into her thighs as he ate her like a meal. His hard dick straining in his jeans, begging to be touched.
But before he went to Econ he needed to taste her and make her cum. Her thighs were shaking and closing around his head making him groan against her. It didn’t take much after that for to cum, hips bucking wildly as she cried out his name. He licked every last drop of her cum, humming at the taste.
He pulled away with a wet mouth and she stared down at him with tired eyes.
“I’ll be back after Econ.” He winked and pulled away from her, causing her to whine.
She felt bad that he had to go to class with a raging hard on but he chose that for her.
Ethan should be back now and she hated that he wasn’t and that he wasn’t answering his phone. She was starting to get scared as she thought about the masked killer and how he could have killed him. She was only in a tank top and panties as she tried to focus on her laptop again but Ethan and his safety crossed her mind.
She closed the laptop, this time turning it off and she went to her bedroom to put on some clothes before heading out to look for him. As she reached the bedroom she heard a noise and froze. A mere second later her phone was ringing and she wished that it was Ethan but it was an unknown number.
“Hello?” She answered the call and looked around.
“Hello Y/N.” She recognized the voice.
“Where’s my boyfriend?” She asked and Ghostface sighed on the other line.
“Why? Are you scared that I killed him?” He taunts her and she stays put but looks around the bedroom.
“I wouldn’t put it past you.” She said and that made him chuckle.
She decided to walk into the bedroom.
“So are you here?” She asked and opened the closet to grab a shirt but that seemed to be his hiding spot so she nearly dropped the phone and stepped back fast as he stepped out the closet.
“Aw you missed me?” She bit back a smart remark as he was so close to her.
“You seemed prepared for me.” He spoke as he grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to him.
Her breathing picked up again and she couldn’t deny that she was horny but she was going to try to fight it this time. She tried to get out of his grip but he flung her back on the bed. There was a part of her that hoped Ethan would walk through the door but another part of her was way too horny for this.
She watched as the masked killer got on the bed and pushed her down, his gloved hands immediately on her body. She hated how wet this made her as his hands moved down to her panties.
“Your boyfriend ate you out and that still wasn’t enough?” He teased and she thought about the fact that if he knew that then he was definitely in the closet for awhile.
He yanked down her panties, nearly ripping them. She gasped as he straddled her, this time preparing to fuck her.
“You look like you could use a good dick.” She wanted to say something but couldn’t, she felt dizzy with need.
His hand distracted her while he got himself free. Her eyes widened as she felt his cock right at her entrance.
“Just so you know, I don’t use condoms.” He told her and before she could say anything he pushed inside of her, causing her to gasp loudly.
He was big, around the same size as Ethan but the shock of the no condom thing made her eyes widened. A stranger’s bare dick was inside of her and her and Ethan haven’t made it to that point yet, they always use condoms. He chuckled at her reaction before thrusting, causing her to cry out.
He was thrusting fast and hard, something Ethan and her hadn’t done yet. It crossed her mind to bring up but with school and everything it was always the last thing on her mind. It felt so fucking good though that she was nearly crying.The bed was banging against the wall in a way that it hadn’t before.
Her cries and moans loud and her eyes rolled. He wrapped a gloved hand around her throat, applying some pressure that made her choke a little but it added to the pleasure. She reached up and grabbed his wrist, not sure if she wanted him to stop or keep going.
“Ethan you fucking scared me!” She yelled at him after Chad threw him up against the car.
“I had Econ!” He exclaimed and she shook her head, tears in her eyes.
“For that long?” She asked and that gave the others all they needed to accuse him even further.
He moved to hug her but she stepped back, “There’s a killer out there, Anika and Quinn are dead! That could’ve been you!” She yelled.
He realized that she didn’t think he was the killer but afraid that he had been killed.
He turned to Mindy, “I’m so sorry.”
“You’re at the top of my list.” She glared at him.
Ethan looked flabbergasted by the whole thing but when he turned back to his girlfriend she was walking away.
“Baby i’m so sorry.” He banged on the bedroom door.
She was on the other side of the door in tears.
“I should’ve come home right after but I got caught up studying.” He said and laid his head against the door.
“I was so scared Ethan.” She whispered and that was true but it also left her mind while the killer was inside of her.
“Please baby, let me in. I’m sorry.” She opened the door and his eyes softened at the sight.
She had been crying for the billionth time that night, annoyed with herself and at him. He immediately hugged her and she cried in his arms. He let her for a few minutes before picking her up and walking over to the bed. He set her down gently like she would break otherwise. She looked at him and sniffled.
“Let me make it up to you.” He said and leaned down to kiss her neck.
She let out a soft sigh as she felt his lips attack her neck, moving down to her chest that he had access to in her low cut shirt. He cupped her tits and kissed the top of them softly. He pulled down the shirt to get better access as he loved on them, whispering i’m sorry over and over again. He made love to her that night, it was soft and calm filled with apologies and I love you’s.
She stood next to Ethan as they waited for the next train. Mindy remained far away from them as she still didn’t trust Ethan. She even scolded her for not breaking up with him after that. On the train Ethan seemed quite, more so than usual but honestly she didn’t blame him. Everyone thought that he was the killer after Quinn and Anika died and now all of them were going to the sanctuary to hide and catch the killer.
Ethan was staring at Mindy with a certain look in his eyes. Y/N found herself staring at her boyfriend waiting for him to stop.
“Are you okay?” She asked and he looked at her as if he hadn’t been glaring at Mindy.
“Yeah but Chad told me to keep an eye out for her.”
“Yeah not glare at her like you wanna kill her.”
“She already thinks i’m the killer anyway.” He shrugged and that should’ve been the red flag but he was right, Mindy did think that.
Both of them turned their heads to see Mindy on the ground. She had been stabbed.
“Fuck.”
“Mindy.” They both ran over to her and begged people to call 911.
“That’s a lot of blood.”
“You’re gonna be okay.” They both helped Mindy up and off the subway yelling for people to call 911.
“I was wrong again.” She felt a little relief in the fact that Mindy no longer thought that her boyfriend was the killer.
“I’ll stay with her, you go.” Ethan told her and she looked at him like he was crazy.
“No, I’m staying with you.” She told him and he shook his head.
“You need to get to safety. I’ll be there I promise.” She tried to argue but eventually gave up and went.
She tried to call one of them and tell her that she was on her way and what happened but nobody answered. She kept replaying the scene on the subway in her head, Mindy was almost killed and Ethan isn’t here with her. She gave Sam one last phone call hoping she’d answer but she didn’t.
Luckily they still left the door unlocked for her to get in though she snuck in just in case Ghostface was there. She looked around and being in here again gave her the creeps. This place held some crazy objects and just had an off vibe. She left the door unlocked for Ethan to get in and she hoped he’d arrive soon.
She walked around in hopes that Sam or Tara would be around but nothing. She went behind the stage and gasped, seeing Ghostface. Her eyes widened and she wanted to run, how the hell did he get in here? Then again the door was left unlocked and that’s how she got in.
“Are you gonna kill me this time?” She asked, shaking with fear and arousal.
Just the thoughts about what this man has done to her, it was pathetic.
“Aren’t you curious as to who I am?” Of course she was but if she knew he’d have to kill her.
“I know you killed Quinn and Anika.” She said, that thought alone should turn her off but it didn’t.
“How could I have killed them if I was inside of you?” He stepped closer to her.
“So there’s more of you?” She asked and looked around.
“Have all of you been playing with me?” That was the question that came to mind.
“You’re mine. Nobody else has touched you.” She nearly felt her body give out.
“That turns you on? You’re a very dirty girl.” Yeah she hated how her body responded.
He started circling her like prey. She had the chills. At any given moment he could kill her but that was never in his agenda. The closer he got to her, the wetter she got. She wanted him and she was tired of denying it. She loved Ethan with all her heart but she was so attracted to whoever this.
He made her feel things Ethan had yet to. She let him do whatever he wanted. He backed her up against the wall of the stage, wrapped one of her legs around his waist so he could grind against her. She let her head fall back against the wall, her head was blank now. She could feel his hard cock against her and it felt so good.
“I hate how you make me feel.” She whimpered out to him.
He chuckled and she wished that she could hear his real voice. The knife that he had dropped to the ground as he had no intention to kill her. She let herself get lost in the feeling of him. She wanted to beg him to fuck her right here right now. It would be so dirty and wrong but maybe that’s what turned her on.
Her hands moved to his mask, he didn’t even try to stop her. His hips kept moving and she stared into the mask with lustful eyes.
“Please.” She whispered.
He tilted his head and with the other hand moved to her jeans. She bucked her hips as he unzipped her jeans. His gloved hand pulled them down just as eager as her.
“Let me see you.” She didn’t think before the words left her mouth.
He ignored her as he tugged her jeans down a little.
“You have to.” She whines softly and he again ignored her, pinning her hips to the wall so she couldn’t move.
She pulled him closer with her hands. She looked desperate, needy and horny. Her eyes stared at him as he rubbed her clit. He knew what she wanted but if he fucked her here he knew she’d be too loud.
“We can’t get caught.” He said and she nodded, understanding.
He lifted the gown and got his dick free from his jeans. She felt more wet from excitement. The feeling of him against her. He lifted her leg again and she gasped, he covered her mouth knowing she was going to be too loud. Her eyes fell shut as he thrusted inside of her, bare, like he had before but she didn’t care.
He felt amazing and he had to cover her mouth because of it. Her hands gripped his shoulders for dear life. She needed to see him, if she or he was to die tonight she needed to know who he was. If she managed to get out alive she told herself that he would be the secret she would keep.
She managed to get her hands on his mask, both of them lost in pleasure.
“Please.” She was begging and mouthing the word to him.
He was thrusting hard and her breathing was hard. The room felt hot and his hand that covered her mouth moved to her throat. When she was close, he felt it. He felt her pussy spasm and squeezed him. Her hands fell from his mask and the hand that squeezed her throat moved to his mask. She gasped as she saw him removing it.
Her orgasm started and she let out a loud moan and a gasp as she saw who was behind the mask. He smiled at her and her eyes rolled back. He slowed his thrusting and cooed at her.
“My good girl.”
The adrenaline and the shock made her orgasm better. This whole time Ethan was fucking her and she had no idea. He grunted as he came as well. His hips came to a stop and she managed to look at him, eyes wide.
“Ethan?” Her voice was a whisper and she was shocked.
Her eyes were wide as she stared at him.
“You're ghostface?” She asked him.
“One of them, yes.” He admitted to her and she tried to wrap her head around that.
He’s killed people. He’s been making her think that she was cheating on him.
“So now you have to kill me?” She asked him.
He was a little surprised that she wasn’t scared or freaked out by this but worried that he would kill her.
“No. But I have to kill them.” He said and that’s when the tears welled up in her eyes.
She couldn’t let him do that, he’d be in prison forever. She hated how she thought, how she wasn’t scared of him.
“Ethan No. Let's just run away together. Forget all of this.” She begged and she wished that she had it in her head to fool him but she was being serious.
“I have to do this for my brother.” He cupped her face with his gloved hand.
“Richie was my brother and Sam needs to pay.” He let her shaky leg down and pulled away, fixing himself.
She couldn’t believe it. None of it actually. Ethan was Sam’s ex boyfriend’s brother.
“Richie was your brother?” Her voice was soft and she felt terrible for him.
She saw the look on his face, the tears that were built up.
“You should help us.” She couldn’t find it in her to laugh at how ridiculous this was.
“Ethan. This is so crazy.” She said and moved from the wall to get closer to him.
“I love you but this is crazy.”
“I refuse to kill you. They want me too but I refuse to. You had nothing to do with it.” Her heart was pounding fast.
“Nor did Anika and Quinn.” She told him.
He wanted to tell her that Quinn was alive and that was his sister but the more information he gives her the more she has to be forced to make a choice.
They heard a noise and Ethan put the mask on, “I’ll be back.” He tells her and she lets herself go, crying and sliding to the floor.
She didn’t hate him even though she should. She didn’t think so ill of him even after all he just told her and has done. She loved him and it was even better that he was the ghostface that was fucking her.
“Y/N?” Her head raised and looked over. It was Detective Bailey. She got up and wiped her eyes as if he didn’t see her just on the ground crying.
“Are you okay?” She nodded and looked at him.
“I’m scared.” She admitted and that was the truth
She refused to tell him that Ethan was one of the ghostface.
“It’s okay Y/N. I’m here to take down Kirby. She’s been the one doing all of this.” It was genuine shock on her face hearing that.
Kirby, who was a victim of Ghostface herself, was orchestrating all of it. She thought back to what Ethan said about doing this for Richie. What was Kirby’s relation in that? She followed the cop to where Sam and Tara were and she was relieved to see them.
“Y/N?” Before Y/N could speak, she saw Kirby who was pleading that one of the ghostface knocked her out.
When Bailey ended up shooting her she gasped and felt someone tug her forward. It was the ghostfaces. Ethan had her and the other one was on the other side of Bailey.
“What?” She felt genuinely shocked.
She believed him about Kirby even though it didn’t make any sense after what Ethan had told her. She looked back at Ethan as he revealed himself. She felt her thighs clenched and hated that. She didn’t think to fake a reaction as she was still shocked by the fact that he was Ghostface.
When Quinn took off her mask, Y/N felt like she could faint. She stared in utter shock and it clicked in her head before Bailey could speak. They were Richie’s family. Quinn’s death was faked and thanks to Bailey being a cop that was easy.
“And little Y/N here should be dead but Ethan is too pussy to kill her.” She winced at his harsh words towards his son.
Ethan’s grip on her tightened and she looked back at him.
“I can get her to join us.” Ethan said and Tara stuttered out a reply, “Y/N don’t.”
“You say you love me Y/N, how far are you willing to go?”
did you ever do the ethan landry econ kinktober i can’t find it 😢
I WAS AT ECON!
KINKTOBER ENTRY #6.
summ. was he really at econ, or was he too busy fucking you?
warnings:(almost) caught in the act, dom-ish ethan, subbish reader, ethan isn’t ghostface in this fic haha, secret relationship, immediate sex flashbacks, pretty much all smut, chad yells at ethan for like two seconds, reader rides ethan, use of y/n once :>
ethan was always an easy target. whether it was bullying, rumors, what have you. especially the ghostface rumors. he was always susceptible to those due to his quiet demeanor and weird interests in the stab movies. he knew it would come back to bite him someday-
for perfect example, right now. chad is ripping ethan a new one because this is the third time he hasn’t been present when ghostface showed up. coincidence? he thinks not. it just so happens that ethan doesn’t have an explanation.
chad is usually never the angry type, but he seems to have made an exception for ethan. “this is the last time im tolerating this shit. your story better be straight, or else i rip your throat out right here-”
all of the sudden, ethan blurts something out.
“i was at econ! i mean, me and y/n were studying for econ. a-ask her, she- she knows! i swear-”
chad looks at you, as if for confirmation. he raises a brow, and you slowly nod, almost hesitantly, validating his story. little do they know..
YESTERDAY
ethan’s cock finally impales you fully as you fully sit down on it, the dull, crown-like head brushing your sopping walls, eliciting a soft moan from you. “eth, fuck..”
“a-are you okay? you’re okay, right?- fuck!” all of the sudden, you start bouncing. you set a brutal pace, ethan’s toes curling in a last ditch effort to get him from cumming so quick. “wait, wait- holy shit-”
and then a knock on the door gets the attention of both of you.
“hey- ethan? do you know where chad is?” mindy’s voice, easily recognizable echoes through the door. he panics, but it doesn’t stop you. you keep riding him slowly, in desperate need for more friction. he snaps his hips up, making you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood just so you don’t make noise.
“don’t- don’t fucking move.” he whispers shakily, getting ready to answer mindy’s question. he clears his throat as he speaks. “oh, yeah- i think he went out- shit..”
“he went out? are you serious? he told me that he’d be here!” she groans dramatically, and ethan can easily infer that she’s most likely sinking down on the wall right now. not that it matters, anyway- because he’s too busy sinking his cock into your plush walls. he bucks his hips, grabbing yours to still you as he softly thrusts into you, giving you the friction you wanted.
“y-yeah, must suck- aah-” ethan lets out a strangled moan as you clench him particular hard, causing mindy to start.
“are you good?”
“yeah- just- um.. just cut- cut myself. shit…” he blabbers out a half-assed lie, his brain working solely on the desire to fuck you.
“do you want to help me look for him, or…?”
“o-oh, um, i-im- cumming! fuck- u-uh…” he finally reaches his climax, his hot cum pouring into you. bummer, you didn’t even get to finish. as black and white specks fade from his vision, mindy calls out to him.
“i’ll give you like, six minutes to get ready then, loser. im serious, ill leave you!”
“r-right…” he groans, slowly pulling you off of him. “i’ll pay you back, i swear. im sorry-” he cringes, seeming a bit embarrassed.
“who’re you talking to?” what the- mindy’s still here?!
“nobody!!”
a/n: i know i don’t really use y/n that much anymore but i really couldn’t find another way to incorporate it and im already irritated as fuck. this is the best yall gonna get.. im so burnt out lel
synopsis ━ on the subway at 3 in the morning, an obsessive man finds the chance to have you. during, ethan realized that you were as twisted as he was.
warnings ━ NSFW!!! smut 18+ yandere, public sex, exhibition, PinV, unprotected sex with a stranger, orgasm, both parties are shameless, reader discretion advised.
this is inspired off of the ONLY smut I've had in my bookmarks since late 2023, linked here.
inside of the study room in the blackmore university library, the warm light started to flicker dimly as you finally pack up your notes after twelve long hours of studying.
your eyes burn from staring at textbooks, and your back aches from the stiff rolling chair that had been spun more times today than you could count.
it's three in the morning, and the campus feels like a ghost town, even though most students will start to get up for their morning classes in 5 hours. thankfully, you only have classes on tuesdays, thursdays, and a friday morning lab.
it is wednesday now, you started studying after your last class yesterday at 3pm.
silence spreads throughout the library, except for one student who fell asleep on a small couch in the back, still not woken up by security or a staff member. the small noise in the distance is the distant hum of the big city beyond.
you sling your black tote over one shoulder, smoothing down your black polka dot maxi skirt that sways against your legs with each step.
independence has always been your armor, you've never minded doing things by yourself. your anatomy lab partner, tara, stopped by for an hour between 5-6pm, but that was so many hours ago which made it feel like todays ago.
right now, exhaustion makes you crave the solitude of your apartment bed more than anything.
you push through the heavy library doors, with the cool night air hitting your face like a wanted slap. its not too cold out, but the lack of sun makes it chilly. the large courtyard of the main college building stretches out before you, with shadows pooling under the ancient oaks that line the paths. your flats crunch softly on the gravel as you cut across, heading toward the blackmore uni metro stop.
the city lights twinkle in the distance, with new york's relentless noise calling you home.
however, as you walk across the big campus, you don't notice the figure trailing a few paces behind.
that figure being tall, muscular, with brown soft curls catching the faint glow of a streetlamp.
ethan's eyes staring ahead at you, soft yet piercing with an intensity that borders on obsession, lock onto your form.
he's been watching you for weeks. ever since he saw you at a frat party months ago, limerence for you has pooled his sick mind.
every step you take away from human society, down into the subway, pulls him to you closer like a moth to flame.
your feet down the metro stairs descend into the underground, with the air growing stale and metallic. sometimes, this stop smells like strong fragrance and onions, so you're happy that enough students were gone and nobody was around.
the echo of your footsteps bounced off the tiled walls and at the bottom, the platform is deserted with just a flickering vending machine and a couple of benches smeared with graffiti.
three am means that it is way too late, and the night owls have scattered leaving you alone with the distant rumble of an approaching train.
you glance at the turnstile, smirking to yourself. fare hopping is your thing, you guess. ethan noticed you doing it last week with mindy. nyc's too vast to walk, and thankfully you're not broke, just principled in your disdain for the system wanting to charge people for rides.
with a quick hop, you vault over the bar, landing lightly and speed walking toward the platform edge. unfortunately to ethan, your maxi skirt didn't ride up during the jump.
over the bar you look up, still oblivious to the man 20 feet behind you as the digital sign above blinks with three minutes until the next C train.
ethan watches you from the shadows near the stairs, his heart pounding.
he slips a metro card through the reader casually, but his focus is solely on you. once he pushes through the moving metal bar, he positions himself not too far from you close enough to ensure you'll end up in the same car.
you're oblivious, pulling out your phone to scroll through the barrage of notifications you've ignored all day with missed texts from friends, spam emails, and a reminder about tomorrow's lecture topic on thursday.
the screen's glow illuminates your face in the bright station, highlighting the dark circles under your eyes and the subtle curve of your lip balm covered lips as you dismiss the alerts.
three minutes later, the train screeches into the station with doors hissing open seconds after. you step inside the empty car, choosing a seat near the middle. once you sit, placing your bag down beside you, you can feel the vinyl cool against your thighs through the thin fabric of your skirt.
ethan follows into the car smoothly, claiming a spot across from you, with his black shirt hugging his broad chest and dark washed loose-fitted jeans shifting as he sits.
the doors close with a finality that seals you both in this moving cocoon.
you look up from your phone, and that's when you notice him being in here. in your mind, ethan is is tall, with brown curls tousled just so, and those eyes which are soft, but laced with an intense darkness that pins you in place.
he stares, unblinking, like he's memorizing every inch of you all over again.
alarm bells should ring in your head, but instead, a thrill coils in your gut.
ethan's gaze lures you, dark and magnetic, mirroring the shadows in your own personality. you tilt your head, a sly smile playing on your lips.
"are you going to keep playing eye tag, or come over to this side?" you say with your voice low, dragging, and teasing.
maybe 12 hours of studying was not healthy on your tired mind, and this was the consequence as entertaining this stranger without a second thought never makes you nervous.
ethan freezes for a split second, with his mind reeling from the directness.
if he weren't so consumed by you, so deep in his weird obsessive haze, he might've fumbled this moment and left at the next stop. however, he rises, crossing the short distance in two strides, and drops onto the seat beside you.
the train lurches forward, with the rhythmic clatter filling the silence.
not much is said since words feel unnecessary in this charged air with this stranger.
your head is turned right, looking up at the man as his hand moves first, large and settling on your thigh. the black polka dot maxi skirt bunches slightly under ethan's palm, with the fabric soft against your skin.
eth turns to you, with his brown dark eyes searching yours, "you don't even know me, or what i could do to you," he murmurs, voice rough with barely contained hunger.
you scoff, the sound dark and inviting. your next words reveal that you're just as twisted, and sick, as mr. landry was.
"well... maybe you could fuck me before my stop in five minutes."
ethan's breath catches, but there's no hesitation because he would've killed himself if he fumbled this moment with the one girl he's ever been so obsessed with. ethan's hand on your leg starts to slide higher, gripping your thigh with possessive intent.
the train rocks gently, and he leans in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. the guy's mouth is hot, with his tongue sweeping in to claim yours immediately.
you respond with equal shameless heat. you turn your body so your hands roam his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the black shirt, while his fingers trace the hem of your skirt, pushing it up inch by inch up your soft legs.
the first stop announcement crackles over the speakers. currently, the doors open for anybody on this stop, two minutes away from yours, but nobody walks in.
once the door closes, and the train continues moving, ethan breaks the kiss, and his pupils are completely dilated.
"turn around," he growls, almost a second away from manhandling you himself.
you comply, shifting to face the window with your hands bracing against the seatback. he stands behind you, the train's sway masking his movements as he yanks your skirt higher, bunching the black polka dot fabric around your waist.
cool air hits your exposed skin, with your navy blue panties quickly shoved aside. you bite your lip, trying to fight the shame consuming your chest as you hear his jeans rasp as he frees himself. next, you feel something heavy, aka his cock pressing against your ass.
he doesn't waste time since with one hand on your hip, he guides the tip to your pussy, which is so soaked from the sudden rush of arousal. you gasp as he thrusts in, filling you completely in one deep stroke.
the stretch burns deliciously, with your walls clenching around his length as the stress from this study day fades away. ethan groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through you as he pulls back slowly, then slams forward, setting a brutal pace.
each thrust rocks your body against the seat, with the train's vibrations amplifying the sensation in your legs, going up to your clit.
ethan's free hand snakes around to cup your breast through your black top, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you bite your lip.
the train slows for the second stop, brakes whining but ethan doesn't stop... fuck anybody who walks in, he thinks, as he drives into you harder, with his hips snapping against your ass.
the doors open to an empty platform, since no one boards this late on his subway line.
with some respect, ethan pulls your skirt down just enough to cover the view from outside, but keeps fucking you with his cock pistoning in and out.
your pussy grips him tightly, with wetness coating his shaft with every plunge. you push back against him, meeting his rhythm, the dark thrill of exposure making your pulse race.
"fuck, you're so wet," he whispers harshly into your ear, his curls brushing your neck.
as the doors close and the train accelerates again, ethan spins you slightly, angling deeper as his hand leaves your boobs and slips between your legs, with his large fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm circles.
pleasure spikes through you, and your breaths coming in pants.
ethan bites your shoulder lightly, marking you in his obsessive way since he wants you to remember that this happened with a stranger on the train, all while his cock stretches you wide.
he yanks your skirt up again, exposing you fully from behind. this time, he grips your hips with both hands, pounding relentlessly as each withdrawal leaves you aching with his balls slapping against your skin.
your body trembles, orgasm building up inside of your lower belly while ethan's pace falters, his breaths ragged.
"come all over me," he demands, thumb pressing your clit harder.
you shatter, tears almost filling your eyes as your walls fluttering around him. seconds more of thrusting and a muffled cry escapes your lips as waves crash over you.
ethan follows seconds later, burying deep and spilling hot cum inside you, pulse after pulse flooding your core.
the train jerks to a halt at the third stop... still empty, thank goodness.
he pulls out slowly, with your combined release trickling down your thigh.
quickly, he tucks himself away, smoothing your skirt down for you as if nothing happened.
however, your stop is next. ethan sits back beside you, his hand lingering on your thigh, which is a claim that you are all is.
you lean against him, not even knowing the name of this stranger.
the train moves on, carrying you both into the night with his mind promising that this is far from over.
•you call him things like “you’re so sweet” or “you’re such a good boy” and it absolutely ruins him.
•he loves when you fall asleep on him.
•before you guys start dating he’s absolutely obsessed and stalking you. he literally follows you home to make sure your ‘safe’ and watches you through your window because he believes it’s spending precious time with you.
•he listens to your voice when you’re not around. like if you leave voicemails or send voice notes, he replays them.
•if someone flirts with you or makes you uncomfortable that’s when ghostface and boyfriend blur together.
•he loves when you sit on his lap without thinking anything of it. it takes all his self control to not dry fuck you right there and then. your just so cute he can’t control himself.
•you calling him “my sweet boy” in a soft voice instantly gets him going.
•he’s definitely a switch.
•he may be mostly a sub but he will definitely not hesitate if you want him to be rough with you.
scenarios:
you sit on his lap without thinking while showing him something on your phone, “look at this—” and you’re just talking, completely unaware meanwhile he’s frozen for half a second before his hands settle on your hips steadying you. “you’re really comfortable up there, huh?” he says quietly, you just nod, “mhm, you’re warm” and he has to look away for a second to compose himself.
you get shy when he compliments you. like he’ll go, “you look really pretty today” and you just kinda duck your head, smiling, “stop…” so he leans closer, “why? it’s true.” and suddenly he’s way too close and you can’t even look at him anymore.
you play with his hands absentmindedly, tracing his fingers, comparing hand sizes, “your hands are big.” “is that a problem?” he teases. you shake your head smiling, “no, i like them” and he squeezes your hand just a little tighter after that.
a/n: hi guys. i absolutely love this one sm and i hope you guys do too. im going to do different versions of these like where he’s more dominant etc.
