WARNINGS: I8+ mdni. unsafe p in v sex, creampie, CNC (consensual non-con), somnophilia, consent pre-established to have his way with you and contraceptive pre-established.
See also: Corey CNC, Scrapyard, master list
Lately, Corey is being careful because Joan is losing it. He keeps having to go home early after work, and you barely get any alone time. You have to come to the scrapyard to see him. He thinks this will just be temporary, but it’s driving him crazy. He might try not to show it, but it is. The last straw is when he doesn't get to see you on your birthday because when you go by the scrapyard he’s out on a tow job. He gets to spend such little time with you that for weeks there hasn’t been an opportunity to take you forcefully the way you want.
Well tonight, he’s gonna give it to you, come what may from Joan if he gets caught. He waits until the middle of the night, hours after Joan has gone to sleep. He puts on jeans and a white t-shirt and sneaks out the back door. He walks over an hour to your apartment, and by the time he gets there, he’s sweaty. He catches his breath for a moment outside your door. He’s going to give you something really special.
For the first time, he uses the key you gave him to your apartment. He takes his shoes off before coming inside. Then he creeps into the bedroom where you’re sleeping like an angel on your stomach with just a light sheet covering you. You’re so patient with him. He doesn’t know why you put up with the way things are with him. In his mid twenties and his mom still has such a grip on him.
It’s a warm night and the ceiling fan is on a high enough speed that it’s fluffing his curls. He takes off his jeans and kneels by the side of your bed. He slowly pulls down the sheet and you don’t wake up. You’re wearing a silk nightgown with no underwear. It’s ridden up, and your leg is hiked up, so he can see a peek of his warm, juicy prize
He gets hard watching you sleep. He takes off his briefs, realizing he should’ve brought lube. He gathers saliva in his mouth, lets it drop onto his fingers, then smears it on the tip of his fat dick and slowly strokes himself. He does this a couple more times, heart racing. Then he gets on the bed, slow and careful, straddling one of your legs. He spits on his fingers and reaches down to find your clit. You moan in your sleep, making his cock twitch. He nudges your thighs apart and moves from straddling one leg to being in between them, his chest nearly resting against your back, bracing himself with one forearm. He notches the fat head of his cock at your entrance and you begin to stir.
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You wake up when a massive hand covers your mouth. You whimper in confusion, and he whispers, “Shhhh.” Then his deep, gruff voice chides darkly, “Think I’d forget?” As you wake up, you recognize the smell of Corey’s cologne and sweat and feel the fullness of the tip of his cock nudging your entrance. His chest is against your back.
“Corey,” his hand muffles your whimper.
“Shhhh,” he repeats, then takes his hand away. Then he shoves his cock into you with a groan.
You gasp, and he stays inside while you adjust, your body rapidly lubricating you. “Yeah,” he says all deep and gravelly as he retreats, then he slams into you and bottoms out with a moan.
It’s been so long, you nearly forgot what it felt like having him take you. He feels so snug inside you. His hips settle into a moderate pace. He breathes loudly and grunts as he buries himself inside you. “Thought about—ugh–thought about this all day,” he rumbles. You begin to push up to get in all fours and he forces you back down with his hand on your back. “Nah,” he says. “I got this.” His thrusts become more powerful and you whimper, feeling tension swell deep inside you. “Nnng,” he grunts and begins to rails into you at a punishing pace. You can only imagine how hot he looks, big thighs flexing, hair bouncing, probably biting his lip.
“Fuck, ohh, fuck,” he sighs. “Ugghh, take it.”
You moan on the cusp of your climax and he lowers his head. His plush lips brush the shell of your ear as he warns in a gravelly murmur, “You betta come right fuckin’ now baby.”
His voice is enough to put you over the edge. “Corey,” you moan as the pleasure seizes you. You moan unrestrained as wave after wave grips you. You sigh “ohhh, Corey,” unrestrained.
“Ah, fuck,” he sighs, then slams to the hilt and erupts with a groan. He slowly thrusts once more, “Mmmm,” as his release fills you, extending your waning orgasm. He moans as he finishes.
Then collapses onto you. He kisses your neck and whispers, “happy birthday, baby.”
He settles in with you and kisses you, falling asleep with you.
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“You’re sorry you didn’t recognize me?” He smiles disturbingly. His voice gives you butterflies between your legs and takes you right back to that motel room two years ago. His throat bobs as he takes another sip from the tiny-looking bottle.
“And I’m sorry I didn’t text you back," you add.
You accidentally break Corey's heart pre-Michael. After his killing spree, he comes back. Smut with both Coreys.
After his manslaughter trial, Corey took a bus out of Haddonfield one weekend to get away from it all, and he ended up where you live. It's barely a scattering of a town, but it has a truck stop and a bus stop, so it gets enough traffic to have a motel and bar, which are in the same parking lot. You work at the bar.
The night you met, he was already at the bar when you clocked in. The first thing you noticed was his enormous hand dwarfing his drink, making it look like an airplane bottle. There was something so hot about his knuckles and the way he held the bottle. He caught you looking and smiled shyly. That's when you started noticing his beautiful face. His strong nose. The pain behind his glasses. There was an intensity about him, too. All his gloom and cowering.
Corey didn't really drink much of his beer. He mostly played with the label. You offered to get him something else, and he asked for chocolate milk. You thought he was joking, but when you giggled, he looked at you earnestly with big dairy cow eyes magnified by his glasses. Your heart melted. When you said you didn't have any chocolate milk, he was dejected. "Yeah, I figured."
When you saw that sad look in his eyes, you suddenly recognized him. He was much hotter and bigger in person than he was on the news. Face to face with him, there was no doubt in your mind that Jeremy's death was an accident. You felt awful for Corey. You just wanted to give him a hug. You took him under your wing.
You offered to make him a mudslide on the house instead of chocolate milk. You promised he'd like it. You made it with extra chocolate syrup, and he loved it. He perked up. It was a slow night, so you chatted with him. Got to know him a little bit. You egged him on to take an oatmeal cookie shot with you, not realizing he was a total lightweight. It really didn't take more than that before he was giggling and slurring, flirting with you one minute, then getting emotional the next. He never talked about the accident, but he talked about his home life and it didn't sound good. He played early Modest Mouse on the jukebox. You didn't let him leave your sight. His drunkenness was your doing, after all.
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He had a room at the motel. When you got off work, you walked him back there to make sure he was safe. He invited you in, and you thought you'd stay just long enough to let him get settled. He didn't ask in a seductive way. It was somewhere between lonely and friendly. You were enjoying his company, anyway. But when he started removing his multiple layers of clothing and you saw what was underneath, there was no going back for you. Holy shit, he was solid. He took off his henley, revealing thick arms and strong pecs. And he kept stripping, too. No inhibitions.
While you were quietly distracted by his body, his mood darkened a little. He laid down on the bed and said he never wanted to go back home. His lip was quivering. By that point, he was in just his briefs and glasses, with a plaid blanket he brought from home draped haphazardly across half his body. You told him you understood and offered to make him lunch at the bar the next day if he wanted to talk more about it. He asked you not to leave.
You put Ghost Adventurers quietly on the TV and laid on the bed with him. There was something pathetic about him being in underwear and glasses and you being fully dressed. So when spread out his blanket and invited you under it, you took off your pants first. Then, you cozied up to him and stroked his hair comfortingly as he nuzzled into the hollow of your neck.
He looked at you affectionately and you kissed him on the head. Then, he lifted his head and looked at you longingly, and you kissed him on the mouth. You held him and kissed him, and he kissed you, as you half-watched the show. Soon enough, you were kissing more than watching. You abandoned the show completely as you made out and things heated up. He kissed you like you were an oasis in the desert. You probably were.
You nestled a leg between his meaty thighs and palmed his chest. His body took your breath away. A hardness in his briefs started poking your thigh. By the time you grabbed his cock, he was rock hard and whimpering for you. The moment you held his naked girth in your hand, you gasped softly as butterflies swarmed in your chest and core. You badly, badly needed him.
“I want to be with you,” he whispered. “I want you so bad.” He moaned and whimpered as you moved the skin on his thick shaft.
You couldn't think it through. You couldn't think at all. All your blood had rushed somewhere else.
Corey fumbled at your bra. There was something on his face, like he could hardly believe it was happening. He struck you as almost virginal. You took the lead and put a condom on him, then mounted him. He let out a low, breathy groan as you sank onto his impressive cock with a moan of your own. It felt so right, filling yourself with his cock. It was the perfect stretch. You rode him and his hips lifted into you desperately. You leaned into him for friction as you rolled into him. His massive hands held your thighs and he'd say things in his low, sexy voice like "You feel so good" and "God, you're beautiful."
He came pretty fast, but you were close. You finished yourself off and he was eager to help and learn. You fell asleep in bed with him.
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You woke up before dawn with Corey spooning you, his arms holding you tight, both of you nude. His morning wood was upright and dug into your lower back and crack until you gently shifted it between your thighs. He rutted against your slick seam in his sleep. Before long, you were desperate for a second round. You put his huge hand on your hard nipple and traced the veins from his wrist to his fingers.
You were too desperate to be smart, but at least you were on the pill. As soon as he stirred awake and kissed your neck, you reached down between your legs and guided his cock just inside you. The moan that erupted from his mouth set you on fire. Your whole body felt like it could burst at any moment. He buried himself inside you, holding your breast, breathing heavily in your ear. He kissed your neck, moaning, sighing, rolling his hips, filling you with his thick, hard cock, lasting longer this time. As soon as you came, he pulled out, then you felt his hot cum on the small of your back.
You cuddled for a while after that and fell back asleep. When you next woke up, sticky with his cum between you, you rolled over and faced Corey. He was affectionate, looking deep into your eyes, stroking your hair, telling you how much he liked you. You kept thinking, he hardly knew you. You didn't know if he would like you as much if he did. Those days, you didn't want to let anyone get close enough to find out. You had gone through a rough patch of your own and your self worth hadn't yet recovered.
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You went home to shower before work and you brought a bottle of chocolate milk back to the bar with you. You knew Corey would come for lunch and hoped it would cheer him up if he was feeling blue again. When you gave him the chocolate milk that you brought just for him. . . he looked at you like he was in love with you. That moment gave you more than an inkling you were leading him on. You didn't mean to – you really liked him – you were just afraid and dealing with your own issues at the time.
Your affection for him began to get drowned out by discomfort. Your kindness alone might not have been construed as anything more than that. But you fucked him twice . . . And you wondered if you were his first. Every nice gesture after that would only bond him to you more.
Corey stayed at the bar all day, not really drinking much. While you were busy, he poorly played pool and darts. When it was slow, he talked to you, but it wasn't the same fun, casual banter you enjoyed the night before. There was a puppy dog vibe, like you owned him and he was lost without you. That scared you because you didn't want to hurt him more than he'd already been hurt in the past year. You didn't want to get his hopes up for something more and have the whole thing become another disappointment.
You shut down and told him you had to go somewhere after work. As much as your body wanted to go back to his motel room, your gut was telling you that you didn't have the capacity to nurture him the way he needed. He was clearly upset when he left but tried not to show it. He said he was going back to Haddonfield but hoped to see you again. There must have been hell to pay when he got back, from what he shared with you about his mother.
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After he went back to Haddonfield, he texted you piningly as if you were dating. He was trying to make plans for when to see each other again. He even mused about getting a job in your town. You told him you weren't ready for a relationship and needed to spend some time alone.
He tried to convince you. Eventually, he left you alone, but you always wondered if he'd be back one day. You actually missed him. You thought about him over the next year or two as you got yourself together. He was a good guy. You started to realize maybe you shouldn't have sabotaged yourself. You were as worthy and deserving of love as anyone else. But it was too late, you thought.
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Present Day : November 2022
You’re closing the bar tonight. It’s slow, with just a couple of regulars slumped over the bar exchanging occasional words. Given the recent carnage in nearby Haddonfield, people haven't been going out as much. There might as well be a curfew. Some people still don't believe Michael is dead. Others speculate about him having a partner still at large. The regulars have been walking you to your car every night just in case.
You’re restocking the liquor and eavesdropping on the latest gossip between the regulars when a burly, dark shape walks in alone. He sits down at the bar and orders a beer. You give it to him without fully meeting his eyes and don’t recognize him until you see those hands dwarfing the bottle and do a double take. Sure enough, he has the same pinky ring. No glasses or jacket. Blue button-up shirt with the collar popped. Blue khakis. His hair is dark, and his curls are wild. His face is banged up. A fresh cut bridges his nose. He’s muscular, imposing. His presence is intimidating. He's like a different man.
You realize you’re staring. “Corey,” you say. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.”
There’s a long moment of silence, like he’s waiting for you to say something more. He looks at the bottle in his hand and takes a sip.
“You’re sorry you didn’t recognize me?” He smiles disturbingly. His voice gives you butterflies between your legs and takes you right back to that motel room two years ago. His throat bobs as he takes another sip from the tiny-looking bottle.
“And I’m sorry I didn’t text you back," you add.
“Yeah,” he says, raising a brow. He holds eye contact and his jaw clenches. "You know, you also took something from me." Your heart sinks. His virginity? You always suspected it.
“I shouldn't have," you say.
"Oh, you regret it?" He challenges you. You're squirming, and he seems to be enjoying it.
"Of course not. Just, I wasn’t in a place where I could handle–"
"-me," he sighs.
"I'm sorry.”
He shrugs. "Apology accepted,” he says unconvincingly. “What place are you in now?”
"Um, good question." You look around and decide not to answer. His erect collar catches your eye again, drawing attention to his facial injuries. God, he looks hot.
He smirks as he notices you checking him out.
“You look good,” you say, wiping the bar with a rag. “I’ll be back.” You pour the regulars a round. Corey keeps his eyes on you like a hawk. You’re wearing a skirt and fishnet stockings – better tips that way.
When you come back, you ask Corey what brings him into town. He tells you he’s on his way out of the area for good. "And I'm taking you with me," he adds matter-of-factly.
You're stunned. Your lips part but you don't know how to react.
He rolls his eyes and adds, "If you want, of course."
You ask him what he’s going to do. He looks around and answers obtusely, “Maybe I’ll practice my pool game.” His gravelly voice really does something to you. Your butterflies aren't fading, they're multiplying.
You get the triangle of pool balls from under the bar and hand it to him, forcing a smile. His large hand wraps around yours as he takes it and there’s a spark between you. He holds your gaze then walks back to the billiards. He racks the balls and rolls up his sleeves. You forget to blink. He must have put on at least 15 kg of muscle, and he was already built before. He grabs a cue stick off the wall and comes around the table so his ass is facing you. He bends over and looks back at you before he takes the break shot. You look away and start cleaning the counter again, but your eyes keep returning to him.
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You bring him his drink and he thanks you.
You linger and ask,“How'd you get so good?"
He looks you up and down and shrugs. “Grab a cue. I’ll show you.”
You look at the bar and it’s still those regulars. You know they’ll be there until closing. You grab a stick off the wall.
Corey crosses his toned arms and says, “Show me what you’ve got.” His eyes are dark. Part of you finds his presence unnerving, but the warm, wet part of you is grateful for the excuse to bend over in front of him.
You lean over the pool table and Corey crowds you. You don't mind the cliche when he gets all the way up against you to show you how it’s done. He puts both his huge hands over yours. His hands are as scratched up as his face. His chin rests on your shoulder, and his body leans into yours.
He says, "First lesson." A hardness swells against your skirt, then his lips brush your ear. “Don’t start something you can't finish,” he whispers. You swallow. His hand on yours takes the shot, and a ball rolls into a pocket.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper as you begin to stand upright. You turn your head and try to turn your body, but he has you pinned to the table.
“Or someone will have to finish it for you,” he adds, then his lips barely brush the skin below your ear. Your ass subtly pushes back into him before you can stop it. He takes the cue and places the stick on the table. His massive hands feel up the sides of your thighs, sliding up under your skirt. His breath is hot on your cheek as he grinds his arousal into you. Your breath hitches and all your blood rushes to your loins. He gives you space to turn around.
“Closing time, right?,” Corey says, looking at the clock behind you. He reaches around you and picks up the bottle to take a sip of his beer.
Your heart flutters.“Yeah, it’s just a few minutes-”
He slams his empty bottle down and walks over to the jukebox and puts on Nine Inch Nails.
You straighten your skirt and compose yourself to go close out the regulars.
One of them asks if you’re good and you say yes. He yells over to Corey telling him to walk you to your car.
Corey gives him a thumbs up and a smile that sends a chill down your spine. The regulars leave.
Your face is warm as you look at Corey and come back out from behind the bar.
“Should I go?” He booms from the billiards table over the music. The last thing you want is for him to leave. You know you shouldn’t let him stick his crazy in you, but you’re thinking with the wrong head.
“It's okay. I still have some clean-up,” you say. You wipe down the other end of the bar as he plays pool. You start stacking chairs on top of tables, and you get to the one that’s closest to him. You watch him with your heart racing. You're getting wetter and wetter as he clears all the balls and puts the cue sticks back on the wall.
He leans his ass and both hands against the pool table and crosses his ankles. His jaw clenches.
"Here's the deal. I'll leave if you want. But if I stay. . . you're really mine this time." He looks you dead in the eye.
You don't say anything. You step closer and start to grab the empty bottle beside him, but before you touch it, he intercepts you with a large, veiny hand on your wrist. He brings your hand to the bulge in his pants and his lips part as he stares at you darkly. Your palm meets the hardness in his pants, and it sends a tingling rush through your body. The cut on the bridge of his nose intensifies the darkness of his gaze.
“So, what's it going to be?” Corey asks. The vein on his neck bulges.
You swallow. You can’t form words. You remember to blink, and your eyelashes flutter.
He lets go of your hand, but you leave it on his pants. He subtly thrusts into your palm and your fingers involuntarily cradle his girth. You find your body gravitating closer. His eyes look back and forth between yours. Your eyelids are getting heavy as you look back at him.
He presses you for an answer. "Should I leave?"
Your eyes close and you take a deep breath. “No,” you whisper.
“Are you sure?” He lightly strokes your temple with his thumb as he searches your eyes. “Because once you're mine, I’m not letting go.” His dark eyes smile.
This is bad. You know better. You know *so much* better. Tell him to leave. Tell him to never come back. You beg your legs to walk away, but they don’t.
His face gets closer, and his hands come to your hips. His nose brushes yours and your mouth hungrily accepts his perfect lips. He swells harder into your hand. His lips move from your mouth to your neck, and he kisses, then licks, then marks you as though to illustrate his point.
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He steps out from between you and the pool table and your hand falls empty as he gets behind you again like he was earlier with the cue stick. He grinds his thick arousal into you and his hands rove your thighs. He lifts up your skirt so the bulge of his pants is against your stockings and he sighs. His khakis are smooth and soft and his bulge is hard and warm. You're absolutely aching for him.
It doesn't help that the song “Closer" is starting to play. Your primitive self is taking over.
"You should give in," he says in a low voice. "But I'm not going to make you. Say the word and I'm gone"
For a moment, he allows a couple of inches of space between your ass and his pants, and you ache for him closer again.
"Don't go," your cock-blind mouth whispers.
He closes the gap and chews on the nape of your neck as he grinds into you. One of his hands comes between the two of you. His large knuckles graze your ass. You hear his zipper, and a wave of arousal floods your body.
"Really? Think you can handle it?" He asks.
He's not talking about his cock, but it's the only thing on your mind. You barely nod.
After a few seconds of rustling, his warm, stiff arousal smashes into the nook at the bottom of your ass, his skin on your skin through the soft diamonds of your stockings. Corey's arm hooks around you and nestles between your breasts as his large hand wraps around your neck as he inhales the crown of your head. His huge fingers apply light pressure to your neck and his forearm flexes, making your knees weak with desire. He could probably strangle you with that one big hand. You don't flinch. The pressure intensifies briefly before abruptly turning into a caress. Then, he sucks the hell out of your neck. The pain puckers your nipples, and goosebumps prickle across your body.
His other hand slides around your waist, under your shirt, under your bra, and cups your breast, palming your hard nipple while he grinds his hardness into your ass and kisses the nape of your neck. He crosses both hands in front of you and you let him take off your shirt. Then, he expertly removes your bra. He gropes your breasts and stomach and breathes heavily into your ear, his hardness thickening against you.
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He turns you around to face him. His chest rises and falls as he looks at you. His hard girth presses into your front. He hikes your skirt up all the way over your ass, wraps his arms around you, and grabs your ass with both of his hands. One hand slides down your crack, the heel of his palm pressing down on your stockings between your cheeks, then creeps between your legs. Two of his thick digits run lightly - unbearably lightly - over your clit, then he slips them inside the soaked crotch of your stockings and your ample wetness meets his meaty fingers.
"Fuck," he says. Your hips roll into him and tension coils tightly in your core. His other hand massages you from the front. You're engulfed by both his large hands, one from the back and one from the front. Meanwhile, his nose drags across your neck and shoulder inhaling your scent.
The thick fingers from each hand meet at a single diamond hole in the stockings, and he rips them wide open. Your thighs tremble. You want him so bad, he can take you anywhere he wants.
You practically jump up onto the pool table and lift your knees as he spreads them. One huge hand on the small of your back steadies you there while his other hand holds his hard cock. He looks down at himself then up at you as he thumbs the tip where precum is beading.
"Last chance to back out," he whispers gruffly with a snarl. Your legs wrap around him before you can think. You can't speak. You just barely shake your head no.
He drags his swollen tip along your dripping cunt and leaves it nestled at your entrance. Both his hands come behind you and he teases your warm, wet hole with short thrusts. Not even the head is fully penetrating you. The tension deep inside you coils tighter and warmer. Your whole body is dizzy with need for him.
"You really want it that bad," he breathes, looking at you with black eyes. "Bad enough to give up everything."
Warmth rushes your face. You nod and your eyes water at your lack of restraint. The swollen head of his cock begins to breach your entrance. The stretch makes you gasp. You don’t remember it being like this. He plunges into you, parting your insides, filling you to the brim. His hips rock into you, fucking you slowly and smoothly at first, but soon he begins to bury himself inside you more forcefully. The coil in your core pulses and threatens to spring you open.
Each thrust fills you with something you can't even describe. You've never felt anything like this, not even when you fucked him before. Your whole body feels electrified. An energy you don't understand is pouring out of him and into you as your bodies become one. His cock makes you physically complete. You start to miss it even while it's still inside you. The thought of even an inch of air between you stings your eyes. You never want to be apart.
He feels so fucking good, and the way he glides so firm and full inside you, the way he holds you, it's all so perfect. You think, why not? Why not go with him? His pace quickens with his arms tight around you, using the edge of the pool table for balance as he thrusts into you.
He grunts softly into your ear, and you know you can’t hold off much longer. "Fuck, you feel good," he growls. "You were made for me." The sound of his voice sends you. You moan as the rush floods your body in waves. You flutter around his cock and his big hands grip your ass. He pulls you even tighter into him and grunts with each of your contractions. He erupts inside you in enormous pulses, filling you up with his hot seed.
As he catches his breath, he takes your hands in his and closes his eyes. When he opens his eyes, they're watery. "I've wanted this for so long," he says. "I thought about you so much." His arms engulf you as you sit on the table.
“Meet Your Master” starts playing.
"I thought about you, too," you say into his chest.
"No," he says confidently. He slowly adds, "You have no idea how much I've thought about you. How many times and ways." He kisses your head then your lips, and the kiss becomes passionate. He pulls back and looks at you, reading your face like a book. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "You've been mine all along." He strokes your hair. "And I won't ever let you go again."
Your stomach turns a little, but he kisses you hard, and it drowns out the doubt for now.
His eyes darken to black, and his voice deepens. "Because if I can't have you, no one will."
Corey was holding out on you. He didn’t seem like a prude – far from it. His entire presence gushed sexual energy, from the look behind his eyes to the way he sat. But he seemed to like control. It was almost as if he enjoyed depriving you, or maybe he wanted you to beg. He asked you what you really wanted for your birthday, but you were too shy to say it out loud.
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18+ MDNI; choking, unsafe (post-Michael)
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You’ve been seeing Corey for weeks. When you first met, you were at the diner and got stood up by a friend. He was sitting at the bar. You watched his forearms and strong jaw flex as he ate a sandwich. You didn’t think he could see you watching him, but you forgot about the mirror at the back of the bar. He got up and you pretended not to notice him coming your way, until he sat down at your table uninvited. Neither of you said anything for a few seconds. He watched you curiously. He had an air of darkness and a twinkle in his eye.
A moment later, two bottled drinks were delivered, one for each of you. You couldn’t stop staring at how his hand dwarfed his beer bottle. You watched the tendon on his thick neck move as he talked and the vein on his wrist bulge as he fiddled with a napkin. He noticed you noticing, too. He seemed entertained by your interest in his body. It wasn’t just his body, though. He had these wild curls that dangled near his eyes as he looked up darkly at you and smiled. He had cuts and bruises he said were from boxing.
Over the next few weeks, you started dating. You went to see a movie and he wore glasses. Hot as fuck. He held your hand and you purred like a kitten. He caressed the inside of your elbow, and the shockwave through your body almost killed you. He kissed you when you said goodnight, and you never wanted anyone as bad as you wanted him.
You had him over one night to watch Netflix. He was surprisingly restrained. You were obviously so hot for him, and he knew it. But all you did was kiss. He wouldn’t escalate beyond that, and when you tried to advance things, he would smirk and kind of dodge you. Then, he saId he had to go. This happened on more than one occasion. You were miffed but determined.
Corey was holding out on you. He didn’t seem like a prude – far from it. His entire presence gushed sexual energy from the look behind his eyes to the way he sat. But he seemed to like control. It was almost as if he enjoyed depriving you. Or maybe he wanted you to beg.
He asked you what you really wanted for your birthday, but you were too shy to tell him.
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Birthday Night
It’s your birthday and Corey is coming over. There’s only one thing you want from him, and you’re afraid he might not give it to you. When he shows up empty-handed, you start to get your hopes up. Surely he won't give you nothing. You're certain he already knows what you want.
Corey has new facial and knuckle injuries, so he's looking extra hot. He's also wearing his glasses. He's freshly showered and smells like pine and musk. He's wearing dark jeans, a navy button-up, and a navy corduroy jacket with the collar up. You're wearing leggings and a sweater. You take his jacket and drape it over the back of a chair.
You make popcorn and Corey gets it out of the microwave. His hand makes it look like one of those small 100 calorie bags even though it's full-sized. He opens it just a tiny bit at the top, turns the bag upside down and shakes it so the unpopped kernels fall out. You watch his knuckles and thick fingers as he shakes the bag. He follows your lusty gaze to his hand and smiles. You want that hand between your legs, and he knows it. When he grabs a handful of popcorn, he gets salt in one of the cuts on the back of his hand. He sucks his knuckle and watches your pupils dilate, flashing his eyebrows when he's done.
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You watch a movie together on the couch and snuggle into him. He's sitting upright, manspreading with his feet on the floor, and you're leaning into him from the side with your legs on the couch with his arm around you. He strokes your hair and kisses you a few times and as the movie goes on, your head ends up on his lap. Your head isn't directly on his cock - You can't physically see or feel it, but you feel its heat radiating toward your face and it's almost too much. At the end of the movie, you sit up and share a long, steamy kiss.
Corey asks in a low seductive voice, "Did you decide what you want for your birthday?" The sparkle in his eye is all you need to proceed.
"Yeah," you say, getting up on your knees. His face brightens in anticipation and his large hands find the small of your back.
"I want you," you say. His eyes smile in satisfaction and he gently pulls you into him. A tingling rush floods your body. He's still manspreading, so you bring one of your knees between his legs. You hover there, then bring your face almost to his and he takes your face in both hands and kisses you. His tongue parts your lips. As the kiss heats up, you lower your throbbing heat down on his huge thigh, seeking friction. His massive hands gently knead your ass as you grind into him and your kiss becomes sloppy. Your heart races. His thigh feels so good between your legs, but you want more.
"Is this all you want?" He asks.
"No." Your face heats up. But for the moment, you continue riding his thigh as you search his face. You can tell he’s turned on. Your knee nudges the crotch of his pants and his hips start to move ever so slightly. After getting denied several times over the past few weeks, you’re hesitant to grab him.
Corey gently lifts your sweater off and you’re left with a bra and thin tank top. You pull your bra off through the sleeves, hoping to tempt him into ravishing you. He eyes your nipples and breathes deeply.
"I'll give you anything you ask for," Corey says. “Birthday girl,” he adds seductively. A shudder runs through you and your nipples harden. He bites his lip when he sees this, but stays composed.
“Anything?” you ask. He nods and looks down at you dragging your moistening leggings along his thigh.
“Oh yeah," he nods. “Anything you ask for,” he adds. Oh, God. You’re going to have to come out with it.
You look him dead in the eye and say, “I want your cock.” He flashes his eyebrows then takes your hand and puts it on the hard bulge in his jeans and your temples feel weak. He’s hard. So thick. His hips rock into your hand and he further hardens as he unbuttons and unzips himself. You tilt your hips forward for more friction with his thigh. You're absolutely throbbing.
“All yours,” he says, nodding down toward the requested organ. You fold both sides of the zipper down and reach into his underwear, your hand appreciatively freeing his stiff member. It’s so smooth and warm and at full mast. You massage his hard cock, your whole body humming, begging you for more. You keep moving on his thigh, soaking through your leggings.
His cock weeps into your hand. Your breath is heavy and so is his. But aside from gently rolling his hips into your hand, Corey doesn’t do anything else. He seems to enjoy watching you be overcome by your need for him and his fat, hard cock.
“Is this all you want for your birthday?” He asks, fully aware that it’s not.
“I want you inside me,” you breathe. He bites his lip and his girthy fingers immediately curl into the waistband of your leggings. You rise up on your knees and help him remove them, then he pulls down his own jeans and briefs and you break contact to help pull them off. His face is flushed, but his movements are still measured.
There’s something so hot about him sitting there naked from the waist down with his glasses and facial injuries, making you practically beg for his cock.
Corey outstretches his massive hands, welcoming you into his lap. You climb onto him and your slippery seam meets his warm, stiff shaft. His hands on your ass move you up and down against him, then you tilt your hips and catch the tip of his cock with your entrance. You can hardly believe this is finally happening. It happens in slow motion.
You begin to sink onto his girth and it's the most delicious stretch. His eyes darken. His lips part and his head falls back, his sexy Adam's apple thrusting forward. You sink further onto him and his hips rise, closing the gap. You’ve never felt more complete than with his cock finally inside you. God, he feels so good. You feel him twitch. He breathes deeply but stays remarkably still. Your hips begin to move, but his strong hands on your thighs force you to be still. He gives you a cautionary look and your eyes widen, curious what he’s going to do.
You try again to ride him and his eyes darken to black. His massive hand wraps around your throat. His strong fingers dig into your neck before your whimper makes it out of your mouth. He looks back and forth between your eyes and wets his lips.
He growls, “Was there something else you wanted, birthday girl?”
Pressure is building in your face. Your eyes water. You can’t speak, but you try to nod.
He relaxes his hand, but keeps it around your throat, tilting his head curiously, waiting for you to say it.
You gasp for air. “Fuck, yes,” you breathe, “I want you to fuck me.”
FINALLY, he grabs your ass with both hands and holds you down on his cock. His ass flexes, pushing himself up into you. He tilts his hips down only slightly, then back up with a vengeance, sinking you down even further on his cock. Your clit meets his body just right. He feels so fucking good.
He allows you to roll your hips into him. A pulsing pressure builds in your core as your lips meet and you kiss ferally as you ride him. He tears your tank top off and devours your breasts. He sucks and marks your neck. He manhandles you on his cock, controlling everything from the rhythm to the depth. It feels better than you could have imagined.
You feel yourself getting close, and he feels it too. Your brow furrows and the motion of his hips intensifies. He closes the gap between you, and his hands on your hips make your clit rub into him while his cock pounds just the right spot inside.
The pressure in your core bursts and you see stars, tensing then reaching a stuttering release, clenching around his cock every few seconds, moving slower but harder into him.
His cock pulses. Air fills his cheeks then he exhales through his puckered mouth and his head falls back as he groans and slams you down onto him, erupting inside you. His hips jut up into you and he pulsates violently, emptying his balls.
You both finish coming and catch your breath. You collapse into him and rest your head on his shoulder, feeling his chest rise and fall under you, studying his beautiful neck. He loosely hugs you into him and strokes your hair.
wearing Michael's mask in bed with Corey (short one shot)
1.3k | corey cunningham x fem!reader | 18+
Inspired by this post 🥵🥵🥵 @hall0ween-twn @mrkis @ethanhoewke. boyfriend!corey
As Corey approaches, his eyes sparkle and an electric heat radiates between you. He looks back and forth between the eye holes. He wets his lips, and his eyes darken even more. His large hand slowly reaches for the mask and cups the rubber jaw.
18+ Explicit
Corey leaves home in athletic shorts and a hoodie to run an errand. You were already horny, but the way he’s dressed turns you all the way on. His ass looks even finer than usual. His shorts have a little slit at the bottom of each side for ease of movement, but his bulging thighs stretch each slit into more of a wide-open mouth. He better be ready to get it on when he comes back. He has to know what it does to you when he walks around with all that ass.
You freshen up and wait for him on the bed in nothing but your panties. He's gone for what feels like forever. You think about last night when you wore his mask while you rode him. He came so hard and it was hot as hell.
When Corey gets back, he greets you with a kiss and you pull him onto you, kissing him wantingly. You feel him harden against you and it gives your whole body butterflies. You take off his hoodie and his shirt comes with it. He kisses your neck and chest and grinds his shorts into you. His expansive hands scan your body and his thick digits pull your panties down as he continues to pepper you with kisses that intensify. He kisses his way down your body and kneels between your legs.
You take Michael's mask out from under the pillow. You pull the rubber shell over your head, slowly so it doesn't catch on your hair. It smells faintly musty in a dangerous way that reminds you who actually wore it. It gives you a shiver and your nipples harden. You feel powerful in the mask, like you could do anything. Your breath and heartbeat echoe in your ears.
You watch Corey through the eye holes. The rubber frames him like a curtain and he’s center-stage on his knees, eager to please you. He hooks his arms under your thighs and digs in. His magnificent nose nudges your clit rhythmically and the warm tingle spreads to your ass and your thighs. The mask catches your moan and it sounds crisp in your ears, but based on your experience when Corey wears a mask, you know you must sound muffled to him.
Corey looks up and does a double take. As he takes in the image of you wearing the Shape's mask, his gaze grows lustier and bores through the eye holes. His face flushes. His eyes darken as they travel down your body then back up to the mask. His voice is gruff and low as he mutters, "Fuck," and begins to prowl toward you on the bed.
As Corey approaches, his eyes sparkle and an electric heat radiates between you. He looks back and forth between the eye holes. He wets his lips and his eyes darken even more. His large hand slowly reaches for the mask and cups the rubber jaw.
His eyes close as his face comes to your neck. He inhales deeply with his nose against the rubber and shudders as he exhales with a throaty sigh and palms your hard nipple. He kisses your neck at the bottom edge of the mask, slow and hard, then needily. His hardness brushes your thigh. His top teeth press down on the rubber as he licks and sucks your neck and the mask. His heavy breathing echoes in your ears as his lips creeps under the rubber edge. He moans between breaths as his large hand roves over your breasts.
He aligns his hips with yours and rolls his arousal against your warmth. Through his soft shorts, finallt you can feel his solid girth just where you want it. God, he's SO fucking hard. He grinds into you again.
"Wow," you whisper, earning a series of stronger thrusts as he kisses the other side of your neck. There’s a fluttering ache between your legs. When Corey pulls back to admire you again, you eagerly pull his shorts down and he kicks them off. His cock is truly a vision. Your hand wraps around his girth, and he's harder than ever before. He's harder than you knew was possible. He throbs into your hand.
Your knees open wide and your bare feet on his ass urge him into you. He lays his fat, hard cock against your skin, and your mouth forms an O under the mask and you let out a soft moan and Corey whimpers at the muffled sound of your pleasure. His warm, velvet shaft slides against your slickness as he looks down at the Shape.
You caress his neck with both hands and he shudders and somehow swells even harder. His cock is impossibly stiff and swollen as it glides against you, like its core is made of steel. If his face is any indication, he's painfully engorged. You’re so fucking wet, and thank god. Otherwise there would be no hope of taking that girth.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he growls as he looks at you through the eye holes. He slides his hard girth against you again, then the swollen head nudges your entrance. You can't stand to be empty for another second. You dig your heels into his ass, begging him. Your eyelids are pinching shut under the eye holes. God, how you need him.
The big, swollen tip of his cock pushes into you, and your breath hitches. He looks at you through the mask for a moment, takes a shaky breath, then impales you with his full staff in one powerful thrust, parting your insides like the red sea with a deep groan. It takes your breath away with a jolt of pain quickly overtaken by a wave of pleasure.
"Corey," you whimper into the mask.
He eases back then pushes again, slower but just as hard. Your breathing echoes loudly in your own ears as a warm knot intensifies in your abdomen. Sweat beads on your face, but you keep the mask on. He fucks you hard and slow. Every time Corey buries his length in you is better than the last.
Your muffled whimpers continue and he picks up his pace. The knot tightens in your core. His black eyes lock with yours and his whole body trembles as he pounds into youz locking eyes with the mask. Your eyes water and you gasp for air, the suction drawing the rubber to your lips for just a moment. You exhale and turn your head to breathe. The mask is loose enough that it doesn’t come with you - The Shape keeps staring back at Corey.
He twitches inside you, which sends you over the edge. You arch your back and writhe under him. You groan and your body clenches and spasms around his cock in wave after wave of pleasure.
Corey says "Fuck," and closes his eyes for just a moment. His eyes water when they open to look back at you, at the mask, and he pulsates powerfully inside you, extending your climax.
He pumps you full of the biggest load you can imagine. Every time you think he must be done, there’s another pump, and every time he pumps is another burst of pleasure for you. Corey’s head lowers to rest against the forehead of the mask and pulsates one more time inside you.
His balls are empty. Your body relaxes and relief washes over you. You stroke his hair and enjoy aftershocks with him still inside you. When Corey lifts his head, you pull the mask off your head, and the cool air hits your face. It's like your first time tasting air.
Corey kisses you deeply. Then, is fingers run over the mask in your hand as he nuzzles his curls into your neck and says, “You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
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Note: I thought about scrapping this and going with Corey POV but didn't want it to go to waste in case it's hot to anyone 😅 stay tuned to Rock Bottom, I'm sure Corey will get up to something similar in his POV w/ (Y/N). prob less domestic lol.
General note - I don't think i've tried writing slasher POV in a "slasher x You" yet, but I will try it some other time . . .
