꒰Beware—Sevika the face fucker.ᐟ ꒱
synopsis: A campfire story becomes all too true to the reader─who doesn't believe in urban legends.
warnings: 200 follower special, dub con, knife play, face fucking, jason voorhees!sevika, smut, porn with plot, ocs!, college!au, modern!au, threats, pussy eating, mean dom!sev, cuck oc, sub!reader, bratty!reader, monster fucking series, fingering, dirty talk, reader implied to like toxic women, oc yearning for reader, spit, licking, no strap :(, breath play, name calling, actually proofread for once.
ᯓ★pluto's pieceˎˊ˗ - ik ik i said grayson was next but i've been DYING to write this series so its gotta come out first, but grayson will appear. also, thank you guys so much for 200 followers, it really means so fucking much to me that yall enjoy my works so much you follow me for it, i love yall !
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The air feels thicker in the mountains, the smell of burnt out firewood and the animalic stench of wildlife that belong to no one but mother nature herself fills the car as you and your group of friends drive up to the campsite. Its an annual trip that you've been taking since August first got her license in your sophmore year─camping, a tasteless hobby you just couldn't get behind.
You thought at some point your group of friends would outgrow the tradition, but every year, without fail, you found yourself sluggishly sat on a fallen wooden log, facing the fire and roasting a stale marshmallow for a calorie dense snack. The first few years were so freeing, a chance to get away from your city and to reconnect with nature and your friends, but as you got older the magic died. It felt as though this stupid spot had seen you at your better and your absolute worse, yet no one else seemed to feel the mundane start to creep back in.
You never said anything though, closed mouth that chose to starve instead of get fed. Plus, its not like you could drive to a better location─let alone had any ideas on what a better trip even consisted of. Now, another year has passed, college has been beating your ass in the romance and academic departments and all you can think of is going on this week long bender in this abandoned summer camp with your closest friends.
Its getting darker, the sun slowly lowering itself for its own slumber as you unpack your things, leaving them in the entrance to the cabin that you want to claim as your own. "No fair, y/n why do you get the biggest cabin?" Sasha, the newest addition to your group, pouts as you finish setting your things down.
"Got here first, Sash. Maybe next time, hustle a little harder." You throw a wink at the dyed redhead, her face matching the color of her hair as she averts her eyes. A small part of you knew she had a small thing for you, and you assume that's probably why August and Samira had invited her in the first place, but you were never one for friends to lovers, especially not random hookups from your bestest friends.
"C'mon y/n, that shits big enough for the both of you." August rolls her eyes, the car parked as she leans against the hood, hands hanging loosely from the waist of her oversized shorts─the top of her boxers peeking just below them. She had a point, a strong point that could not be refuted. You suspected that your favorite cabin had been a counselors cabin before the demise of this summer camp due to its size.
It could reasonably hold two people, but reason was something that seemed relative to you and you were not about to spend this whole week babysitting a girl who wanted to fuck you five days past Tuesday.
"Whatever, she's still not staying in my damn cabin." It comes out grouchy and annoyed, way more emotion than you would have liked. August shoots Sasha a sympathetic smile, shrugging her shoulders as you walk past them both and slam the door behind you.
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An already annoying trip turns even more so as all three girls pull you out of the comfort of the dusty mattress to sit around a crackling fire and tell ghost stories. Marshmallows that you're sure have been sitting in the glove compartment of August's beat up van since your last camping trip, lay flat on the floor beside your foot. You're half tempted to crush them beneath your sneakers, stamp out the boredom as Samira and August talk amongst themselves and Sasha─well, Sasha tries not to piss herself at the feeling of the soft skin of your thigh touching hers.
"So," She begins, her soft brown eyes staring so deeply at the fire that it reflects in the pools, heating them up to such an intense gold color. "d-do you have a type?" Your eyebrow raises as you turn to look at her, and she cant tell what ignites behind them, not that it was anything worth mentioning, nothing good either. "In girls, I mean." Her body feels rigid against you, like she's too afraid of you but yet too attracted to pull away either.
"I don't know, never really thought about it. Just like who I like, I guess." Your eyes lock onto Samira and August, who have abandoned their own conversation in favor of watching the scene in front of them. "Maybe that's why you're still single." Samira jokes, her voice all soft and innocent like she isn't making fun of you. "Fuck you." You spit back, an interested smile gracing your lips.
"All your exes have been complete assholes! Wait...that's probably why you liked them in the first place, huh?" Samira continues, the fire illuminating her soft brown skin, her lips sticky with marshmallow fluff.
"Its that bad?" Sasha murmurs only loud enough for the four of you to hear, a stark contrast to the loudness of your voices only mere seconds before. "They're exaggerating." You defend, but you know they're right, your luck with women has been...awful to say the least, though, having it brought to the attention of an outsider made your stomach churn.
"Sounds like you could use someone who's good for you." The words drip off her tongue all syrupy and seductively, like she wants to get you hooked on her. Clearly, the fact that she has your friends egging her on and the liquid courage of the half drunken solo cup of red wine that occupies the seat next to her. "I don't think she fucks with 'good for her'" August chuckles, downing the last of the contents in her cup.
You shake your head, not at her words, but at the whole humiliation ritual you were roped into as Sasha scoots closer, her left side flush against your right. It makes you stiffen, her body so warm and silky thanks to her sweat and the cherry scented body oil you seen her apply. "I just─I just want someone to dominate me, y'know? Slap me around a little bit, make me feel...I don't know, powerless."
The air goes silent, the owls who had been hooting away suddenly falling deathly silent, the only sounds originating being the crackling of the fire in front of you. You keep your body still, holding your gaze on the heat of the flames, your heart sinking lower and lower with each passing moment.
Should you blame it on the alcohol? Maybe play it off?
"Fuck, that sounds like some real porno shit." August moans, biting back the laugh that takes her hostage. Samira doesn't, bursting into a fit of giggles that causes your skin to heat up at your own confession. Everything resumes after that, the laughter alerting the wildlife to keep hooting and rummaging, tells the wind to keep howling and allows your heart to return to its initial position.
It dies down after a while, Samira holding her marshmallow to the fire, her lips pulled tight in that smile that says she's thinking of something deeply. "Y'know, speaking of pornos." Her face lights up, her deep brown eyes looking at you, as she cooks up whatever she's about to say.
"Have you guys ever heard about that porn production company from the nineties? Zaun productions?" Obviously, all of you were in your early twenties, an old porn production company seemingly not being anyone's special interest, except for hers.
"Well, they were one of the first ever company to make hardcore lesbian porn, and it's said that they rented out this very camp one summer to film one. Unfortunately, while filming one of the actress' just went crazy, like she got addicted to the sensation of fucking another actress' face. It got so bad that they had to keep her locked up,"
"Wait, me as fuck~" August interrupted, hand going to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Oh, you're so annoying." Samira nudges her, causing the much taller, stronger, sturdier girl to rock slightly. "But, anyways, she had to be locked up because she kept interrupting filming. When the shoots were over, they forgot about her, leaving her tied up and a horny mess."
She looks around at all of you, your eyes plastered on her with deep interest, your mouths agape as the story grips you. You don't think its true but the way she tells it has you second guessing yourself. "It said she broke out. When she tried to find her way back to civilization she got so lost that no one could ever find her again." You feel the soft skin of Sasha's hand come to grip your arm, her head falling onto your shoulder, the scent of her cherry body oil and a strange plastic filling your nostrils.
Your eyes dart to her for only a few milliseconds, deciding not to mention it or push her off, you ignore it, push down the alarm bells that blare in your ears. Samira continues, leaning in closer, like what shes saying is classified information that the trees couldn't hear. "I heard that she wondered around the woods for a little bit, desperately trying to find someone whose face she could fuck, but when they refused she would stab them, leaving them there to bleed out, just like how her production company left her."
She concluded, that same knowing smirk that she's held all night gracing her features in triumph. "That's some scary shit." August gasp, but you're not too convinced. "Oh, please. That's such a bunch of bullshit." You throw your head back in something mixed with disbelief and pure contrarianism. Samira's eyes narrow at you, her smirk dropping. "What? It's all true." She's defensive, her ego bruised from you seeing right through her.
You've known Samira since you were young, her home being placed only a few doors down from you. You've become all too privy of the fact that she's a great storyteller, but an awful member of the truth club. She would use her powers for evil, her sly tongue being able to make everything sound so believable, so encapsulating, so true─that no one would question her if asked. "Yeah right. If it was such a big thing than why didn't anyone come looking for her? What was her name even?" You challenge the brunette, watching as her skin heats up to a toasted brown, her eyes blown wide at being caught in a perceived lie.
"Her name is Sevika, you can look it up!" Manicured nails dig into the bark of the log that she sits on, your superiority burning holes in her cool facade. "You know we can't google shit." This time the smirk belongs to you, a fitting revenge after the stunt they pulled earlier.
You love your friends, you adore them even, but their feeble attempts at setting you up with their friend that they made during the school year were bothersome to say the least. Its not like you were hunting for a relationship, not like you were some novice to love that needed a guiding hand─you're perfectly capable of finding your own girls to fuck.
You see the anger seep out of every pore on Samira's face, you can hear the way Sasha's breath hitches at the hostility in front of her, and you know that August finds this whole thing extremely entertaining. "Whatever, fuck you, I'm going to bed." She gathers her cups and the bottle of wine that she had been flowing into all of your glasses all night, "Make sure not to come crying to me when Sevika comes hunting you down! She hates non believers." With that she's gone, retreating back to her cabin like a dog with her tail between her legs.
"Jesus, what is that bitch, slenderman?" August cracks to ease the tension, it works, you and Sasha bursting into a fit of laughter that carries throughout the night.
Fun and merriment fill you through the hours, a sense of ease as you talk with your friend and the girl whose crush on you grows by the second. It's supposed to be easy and relaxing, but─ by the way the trees move, by the sounds of blood stained boots crushing small tigs beneath them as she bounds through the forest, the anticipation she feels as she hunts for you, hunts for all your friends─this trip will turn into something darker, very soon.
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While alone in your cabin, the front door left opened while the room door─second one as not to be obvious─lays locked and unmoving, you sit alone as the glow from your ipad illuminates the night. You're so bored it's maddening, the sounds of the night no longer scare you but it does aid in making you feel uneasy.
You would never admit it to yourself or anyone else, but that story, however dumb it may have been, knocked some fear into your heart. The thought of someone knowing your location, someone dangerous, ate at your nerves so much that your resting heart rate now sat at 103, just incase Samira somehow wasn't lying.
Everything's still, your body clad in a silk short nightgown that hugged every curve and was guaranteed to make any woman who saw you in it drool, and you're laying on the appointed mattress bored out of your fucking mind. The series that barely captured your attention now flashes to a steamy scene of the current couple, bodies entwined in a disgust blend of sex. Your eyes fight to turn away, being horny in the woods with nothing to satiate you sounds annoying, and you have been bothered enough for the day.
Still, there's a terrible burn in between your thighs, and you yearn for the buzz of your vibrator, but it's a silent pipe dream that won't come true. Your thighs squeeze together, searching for relief and it draws a whimper out of your parted lips that you try to suck back in.
"Dear lord." You watch the scene so intensely, like taking your eyes off it will ruin the illusion you had built for yourself. You believed you were stronger than your vices, but fuck was it hard, so hard when you haven't been touched by another soul in what feels like years but has only been a few months. Four agonizing months. Months that have culminated in you feeling sex deprived and touch starved. It's not like anyone would know.
Your fingers find their way south, dipping into your pantieless cunt, rubbing circles around your begging clit. Who cares, right? August and Samira have each other to get themselves off, but what do you have? Well...there's always Sasha.
Sasha who has been vying for your attention since you set foot in August's dorm last semester, who has been fucking herself to the thought of getting to breathe the air that surrounds your puffy pussy. Sasha who knocks on the foggy window of your cabin, the glow of your ipad alerting her of your position.
Your digits are quick to leave your cunt, wiping the mess on the side of the dusty mattress. "What the fuck?" Even sounding so pissed to see her, she still finds you absolutely enthralling, so beautiful even when there's fury lacing your brows together. "Sorry, didn't mean to...scare you." She swallows all her anxiety in between the words, choking down the arousal from seeing you.
You're bathed in the sweet glow of the moon, hair tied and out of your face, save for the few strands that stubbornly cling to your forehead─sweaty from the lack of ac in the warm summer night. Your nipples hard and poking through the lacey material of the top of your light blue nightgown. Sasha fights everything in her not to take out her phone and snap a quick picture to use as masturbation material.
"You could never scare me , I can see your hair from a mile away." You roll your eyes, body half out the window. You have no idea that someone has infiltrated your camp, standing in the darkness behind the food hall that hasn't been in use since you were in grade school. She watches you, staring deeply behind her hockey mask, picking out of the both of you who's going to be her next victim.
She doesn't choose Sasha, too red, too familiar. She hates it.
Instead, she sets her sight on you, bratty and unfiltered. A challenge she would love to break.
"Is that what you wear to bed? Or were you expecting me?" Sasha flirts, spurred on by the silence and the plush of your parted lips. "I thought you were sleeping, thought everyone had passed out." You mumble to yourself, she threw you for a loop, not expecting the usually shy girl to be so bold. "Actually, I've been up and thinking about you." She rocks on the heels of her slippers, running a delicate hand through her cherry red locks.
You chuckle, and it's because of her─ she might implode on herself. "You really don't give up, do you pretty girl?" The nickname falls from your lips so perfectly, every syllable drifting off your lips until you have ensnared her in your honey trap. "All I ask for is a chance, I'll be the best girl you've ever had." She promises, hands stuffing to her side as if she's forgotten her plaid boxers don't have pockets. She stands there in her green tank top and plaid boxers, her feet covered by fluffy socks and slippers, her hair pulled back and her heart in her hands ready to give to you.
The top of her breasts bulge from the too tight tank top, and it sends shivers into your core that you hate to admit lingers for too long. Your body longs to be touched, and you're not in the mood to play with your own cunt, so as fucked up as it sounds, you indulge her. "You want a chance? Come take it then, baby girl."
"Fuck, really?" Her eyes sparkle with that perfect glow of hope and it brings a genuine smile to your lips. She searches for any form of jest, maybe even a hint of evil intention, but there is none, none that she can see atleast. "Ok-Okay I'll be-be right back!" She's quick in those slippers that nearly slip off as she makes her way back to her cabin, running quicker than she ever has.
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Fifteen minutes go by and you're still waiting on Sasha, you assume that she is packing up all her belongings or possibly telling August and Samira that it worked and you'll finally let her touch you in less than friendly ways.
The sound of the door opening and slamming shut causes your heart to skip, but you choke it down again, telling yourself that it's just the wind or probably Sasha. "Sash?" There's no answer. "You're not funny, Sasha." You get up to walk through the hallway only to be met with the large 6' something figure that stands there, silent and staring behind the white hockey mask. Dried blood coating her blade, her tank top covered in stains of sweat and a deep shades of metallic gore, tight ripped and black jeans holding the thick muscularity of her thighs in place.
"Hey, pretty girl." Her voice is raspy and coated in something dangerous. Mocking. Your skin goes goose─skinned, your blood runs cold and your heart abandons you. "Who...what-fuck." The alarm bells ring through your ears as you run towards your room, she blocks your current escape, but you try your best to hold up in the creaky wooden room. She's quick to follow you, chasing you down the hallway that feels longer than it really is thanks to all the adrenaline.
You reach the room in the nick of time, slamming it shut and using what little strength you had to keep it such for the time being. Your fingers fumble against the rusty lock, small prayers leaving your lips as you try your best not to cry, trying to keep yourself calm and steady as if a psycho killer isn't banging against the wooden door .
You lock the door behind you, your stomach churning as you look for anything to defend yourself. You spot the half cracked window, silently thanking Sasha for her intrusion.You try to stuff yourself out of it as she bangs hard against the door, you feel as if the door was your own nerves that should have been protected by you.
You can hear the wood cry, and scream as she pounds against it. It breaks open just as you're halfway through, she pulls your body back inside by your waist, throwing you onto the floor as if you weighed and meant nothing. "You're such a mean slut, leading that redhead on. Hope she doesn't mind me breaking your pussy in." She drags you by your hair, pulling you to look at her. "Please, don't do this." But it falls on deaf ears, she's already unbuckling her pants and letting them fall to a pool on her ankles.
"Listen, you have two choices: I can fuck that bratty face of yours or I can fucking kill you and that pretty little redhead." She stabs the blade into the wall, the sound so mortifying yet it sends waves of confused arousal straight to your core. The way she stands on top of you, like she owns the air and space that surrounds you, makes your throat tighten and your heart race. She smells like motor oil and dirt, yet the combination attracts you.
Maybe you had a thing for masks. Yeah, that's it. That's why you can feel the flow of you own wetness trickle down your thighs as she tightens her grip on your hair. She tugs slightly, dragging you for an answer, you─replay every moment that could have led up to this.
She's supposed to be fictional, a character made up by your friend who loves to tell stories. But, here she stands, all muscular and terribly horny, her body heaving as if you gave her the workout of her life. You couldn't die here, couldn't be talked about on some true crime podcast alongside a sponsorship for flat tummy tea all while the hosts make ill timed jokes at your expense.
And what of your friends? If she did leave you here dying, your guts soaking the wood beneath you, no one would believe that they were innocent. That is, if Sevika doesn't kill them too. It's a decision you make in the nick of time, her arm reaching for the silver knife that sticks hauntingly out of the pillar by your bed. "Yeah, okay, whatever you want." What is it that Samira said? "If you say no she'll leave you bleeding out, like they left her?" What seemed like a crock of bullshit is now life saving advice.
"Yeah?" For a second you think you hear the sound of relief? Disbelief? Some surprise, maybe? Whatever it is, it doesn't stay long, for Sevika has now regained her composure and starts by taking off her mask, the white and holed goalie mask falling to the floor in front of you both.
You would be lying if you said she wasn't gorgeous, like stupidly so. Like, genuinely so fucking annoying how her face looks so sculpted, every scar that graces it like a poem you were dying to read. She's trying to kill you, yet you're admiring her beauty. You had to admit, if the circumstances were better and knives weren't involved you could see yourself falling for her.
"Keep staring, makes this so much easier." You don't notice as she guides your head towards her dripping cunt, forcing your nose into her bush, the hair carrying the stench of sweat and body odor. You want to hate it, want to tell her how much she stinks but you can't, you find yourself inhaling it deeper.
"Don't be stupid, stick your fucking tongue out and get to sucking."You do as commanded, dying to give her the best head of her life, like your life depended on it. Because it does.
Her grip on your head hardens as she grinds against your face, slick going all over your face as you lap at her clit viciously. Your wet muscle goes underneath her hood, sucking it into your lips as you hum against it. Its wet and sloppy, your spit dripping down your face and blending with her juices. You moan into her pussy, hands going to steady yourself on her thick thighs as moans fall from her lips.
Its so pornographic. "Fuck, your tongue is amazing." She praises, her grip loosening just a tad, not enough to let you go though. She grabs your head, doesn't let it go as she keeps your head steady, her cunt grinding against your face. Her clit catches on your nose, and your oxygen gets cut off.
"Take this shit, you dirty little bitch." She grinds harder on your face, your vision going cloudy and spotted. "You like this pussy , huh? You like getting your pretty face fucked?" You mumble out a "mhm" while your lungs beg for air. It doesn't come as quickly as you would like, but you know you're in no position to argue with her.
You're sure that you'll pass out on her, your brain buzzing , your ears going muffled. "I'm gonna cum on your fucking face, would you like that? Huh, you'd like that wouldn't you, you fucking whore." She fucks into you slower, controlled and full of hate. She pulls you closer, her cum painting your face a milky white.
You feel spent, used and oxygen deprived. She pulls back, her slick sticking to your face in a long string. You're pussy drunk, staring at her with stars in your eyes. Before you can utter a word, she stuffs your face back into her cunt. She uses you as if you're a free use toy, using your face for what feels like hours.
Your own pussy feels so sticky, strings keeping it closed, your fingers holding out from touching yourself. Why did you enjoy this? Where's the fear that was present mere seconds ago?
She orgasms against you again, her fifth one tonight, and finally you're pulled off her pussy. "You look so fucking sexy." She pulls you up by your neck, forcing a kiss on you, tasting herself on your lips. She uses her thick thumb to pull your bottom lip open, spitting in your mouth before stuffing her tongue in there to join it. You're blissed out, moaning into her mouth as you grind against her.
To the untrained eye you both would look like a couple having a particular rough sex session, but that was so far from the truth. Sevika was an intruder, a killer, a sex fiend, and you─you were her victim that found herself falling in love with the yummy feeling of being used.
"Fucking hell. Wonder what would happen if that dumb bitch saw you covered in my cum. You think she would piss herself?" You don't know why she has stuck onto Sasha, why her hatred for the redhead is so prominent, and you don't think you could ask her either. "You're done ,right? Got your fill?" You ask her, big eyes pleading with her to stop her tirade.
"Fuck no!" She pushes you against the locked door, pushing the silk of your nightgown up until it reaches your waist, exposing your bare cunt and ass to the cold of the night. The evidence of your arousal leaks onto the skin of your thighs, embarrassment sneaks it's way into your belly, mixing disgustingly with the fear that's taken root there.
Your body reacts before your mind can, the splat of her spit hitting your cunt. It's a possessive move, like she's trying to paint you in her scent, dirty you up, ruin you for anyone else. You have no evidence for this, but her actions provide enough proof. She shoves one thick digit into your begging hole, " 'M not an asshole baby, I'll take care of that dumb pussy. Make you feel nice and stretched." She bullies another thicker finger into your cunt, you cant help but hiss at the pressure.
How long had it been since you've had someone so muscular claim you as their own? Probably not since your summer fling with that girl Abby from your summer classes, and even her fingers couldn't compare to the deep stretch that pulls whimpers out of your mouth. "Ple-please, just, fuck, hold on." Your nails dig deep into the wood of the door, when she closed it you had no idea. Here she is, taking you as if you were free use, and yet, she had the decency to close the door. As if you both were lovers, as if she didn't threaten to take your life if you didn't comply.
You guess she could have been lonely, left for dead by people she trusted, too addicted to her own pleasure to think about the consequences of her actions. And now all those consequences had caught up to her, and she had been reduced to an urban legend, a hermit shunned by society.
Maybe, what you were doing was a sort of act of service, helping an elder lesbian get herself off. She fucks you with her thick fingers, using her free hand to keep you steady. Your stomach feels full of her, her fingers curl inside of you, poking up into you. You swear you can feel it in your stomach, the heat of her palm nudging against your puffy clit sends your body into a frenzy.
"Yeah, just like that. Take it all, good slut." She goes faster, like insanely fast, her speed surprising you. It pulls those moans that died in your throat each time you fucked yourself on a vibrator, lonely and solitary, begging for someone to take the ache away. It drags out all the emotions of regret and rejection that took your heart in a chokehold.
What kind of witchcraft did this woman have?
You're so close to coming undone on her fingers, her breath hot in your ear as she talks you through it, her raspy feminine voice spilling all of your dirty secrets. You wonder if she's been watching long, and how thought out her plan was.
"Hey, y/n? You still here?" The soft voice of Sasha rings in your ears as you can hear the sound of her slippers hitting the underside of her foot. "Sorry it took so long, I had to gather up my things, then the door was locked from the outside, it was a whole thing."
Your gaze falls on Sev─who just shoots you a playful wink. Now you know why Sasha took so fucking long. Her hand darts out to cover your mouth, her mouth getting too close to your ear, so close you can smell the faint stench of gin on her breath. "Say a fucking word, and your little girl toy winds up in a ditch." You nod furiously, the tears you had been trying to hold in all night drip down your cheeks. Sasha's ivory colored hand knocks on the door, the sound muffled slightly by the weight of your body. She knocks again, no answer. "Did you go to sleep on me, pretty girl?" Oh how you're starting to hate that fucking nickname.
"Go on, answer her." She urges you, as if she hadn't just threaten to kill the redhead safely on the other side of the door. Her fingers haven't stopped their movements, working hard to pull your orgasm from your fragile body. You feel broken, a small part of you enjoying this even though your mind screams at you to make it stop. Wouldn't be the first time you thought with your pussy instead of your brain.
"Fuck, Sash—uh, fuck—now's-now's not a good ti-time." You moan out as Sevika's fingers go deeper, getting rough as she grinds the rough pad of her palm against your clit. "Wait—why?" She asks, and you're starting to hate yourself for liking this, liking the fact that she's unknowingly being cucked by an urban legend that doesn't seem to be too fictional in retrospect.
Sevika's head dips into the crook of your neck, sucking purple bruises into your skin. She's marking you, you know this, still your cunt squeezes around her fingers. "Get rid of her." She orders as she drags the tip of her tongue along your neck, tracing a vein that pops out at you having to keep your plump lips shut. "Jesus, fuck off Sasha, please." It comes out so quick as a means to not stutter and let her know that you're getting your brains fucked out by someone who she could never be.
Your type. A dominate woman who plays around with you and your cunt. Fuck, they were right about you—you did fucking love assholes.
"Oh...okay. Sorry to bother you." She retreats like a kicked pup, the door of the cabins entrance slamming shut behind her, you know she's probably off licking her wounds and crying to August and Samira if they were still awake, but a large part of you couldn't find it within yourself to care. After all, you were doing this to keep them safe. There's no telling what Sevika would do if she didn't get her fill of your tongue stroking her clit, or feel the way your cunt pulses around her fingers as you come undone on them— everything turning hot and white as your body convulses. She doesn't catch you when you fall forward into her big arms, silently begging her to hold and comfort you through the biggest orgasm you've had in your life.
She watches you like a hawk, a smile playing on those gap toothed lips as you shake and shiver beneath her. "Just like that, good girl." She mutters as she lets you drop to your knees in front of her, where you belong.
"Made a mess from being listened to by that dumb mutt, huh?" You wanted to deny it, but there was no more fight left in you, so, you nodded. All proud and smiley, like what you did somehow was gracious and ladylike. You should be embarrassed, mortified even, but that went out the window along with the pent up energy that laid stagnant inside of you for the past four months.
"Good, cause 'm not done with you yet~"
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The next morning was hell. Sevika was nowhere to be found, leaving you a fucked out and sweaty heap on the floor of your cabin. You don't know why you expected more out of the killer that snuck into your trip, ruined you by threatening you, and aiding in you cucking a girl with a crush on you─but for some reason you did.
Such an idiot.
"Y/n? You up?" Samira's voice rang from the hall of your cabin and you mentally sighed, hoping that she would leave you alone, but you knew she was like a bloodhound and you were her bone. "Yeah, just not feeling good. Haven't been feeling good since yesterday." You lie, the shredded material of your nightgown thrown around the floor. When did she rip that?
"Yeah, same. I think those marshmallows went bad or something." You can hear her body lean against the wall, it causing a small thud to ring out in the light of the room. "Think we should cut it short, we all aren't feeling the best." It could have been the fact that none of you had any decent food since you stopped at a seedy diner on your way up the mountain, couple that with too stale marshmallows and strong wine and you had a recipe for a stomachs disaster.
But you didn't eat any of the marshmallows. A good cover is a good cover, and you had to get the fuck out of there. "Mm, if Sasha and Auggie are okay with it, I don't mind going home." You're already gathering your things, stuffing everything recklessly into your suitcase, regardless of it that was the system or not.
After your packing was down you pulled your suitcases towards the waiting car, August sat with her head sitting out the window looking worse for wear while Sasha leaned against it, her gaze avoiding you.
Fuck, you would have to fix this.
"Hey, Sash." You start, hands going to pick at your sleeves nervously. She looks awful, like a heartbroken school girl in her tiny shorts and slogan tee, arms folded just below the fat of her breast. "Oh, now you wanna talk to me?" Her tone spills with venom, something you're not used to from her.
"I just wasn't feeling well, and...I was having tummy troubles." Embarrassing, yes, but effective to keep a secret you would be replaying every time you got that itch. She seems to believe you, turning from a gray cloud to sunny and beaming the minute you explain yourself.
The drive down the mountain is silent, everyone─except Sasha─nursing a headache or some kind of hangover. In the rear view mirror you see her, standing there with her blade in her hand, muscular body watching the car drive away as her skull tilts to the side.
You're sure she was on her way for seconds, as if she didn't take her fill last night and early that morning, but you were already gone by time she returned to your cabin.
You don't feel too bad though, you know she'll find you again, especially since you left your number written on the wall for her to find. Just in case.
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