"That First Night." Human!Fred Krueger X Amber Cottrell.
Well, well, well look at this. So I haven’t written Freddy and Amber in a while and the urge struck and it hit me hard, so here it is! I wrote an alternate meeting, if Freddy was human and love it. I kept somethings in line with the canon of TMOMD because it just feels very THEM. Might write some more along with this, but it has been a bit since I fed you all, so I figured least I could do is give you something, especially with the move so close at hand and I am not sure when I will get anything out in the near future. The biggest shoutout to @darkestamralime for all the inspo for these two and the sick new gif. Enjoy this for now!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4K. Human! Fred Krueger x Amber Cottrell. Warnings: Sex Club. Public Play. Exhibitionism. Drinking. Discussion Of Kink. Making Out. Biting. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnlingus. Power Play Dynamics. Significant Age Gap. Amber Is Like 23 And Freddy Is…Not.
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She had always been curious. Very, very curious about a lot of things. A lot of those things she couldn’t explore properly back in her hometown, when she got to college she got to start figuring out who she was and what she liked outside of the expectations placed upon her. But school still took up time, she was a hard worker, she had a lot of fun, and made a lot of great friends, but graduating was the priority. One of the things she was most excited to explore, her sexuality, ended up not being quite what she thought, something about it wasn’t right or clicking and she wasn’t sure what. Hookups that progressed past making out, to being in someone's bed, always fell tragically short.
When she was out of school, had her first job, was a little settled, she thought back about that, the wants, urges and cravings never left, were just hidden under a mess of other shit she had to do. One thing she had indulged in was online research, she found plenty of things she was sure she’d like, if only she could do them, but finding someone to do some of what she wanted wasn’t an easy ask for the usual person.
When a friend made mention of a sex club in her city, one that had a BDSM night regularly, it didn’t take much convincing to go. She was young and single and wanting to have fun and just going to check out the scene and meet new people was good, healthy exploration, right?
So she went, it was a Friday night, a good way to kick off her weekend and from the get go she knew she was practically star struck. So many people of all kinds and body types and varying states of dress. When she arrived she only passed by the myriad of different rooms available, she wanted to start easy. The main room wasn’t a play space, it was a safe zone to just chat and get to know people, sure some people were wearing not much or some wild stuff but no one was getting with each other. She finds herself at the bar in desperate need of a drink.
She is wondering what to order, perusing the specialty cocktail menu when she first notices him. Well noticing him noticing her. Out of the corner of her eye, clearly older than her, not like that was hard, especially at a place like this, attractive, well loved and frankly very nice looking brown leather jacket. She looks away when the bartender asks what she wants, she is a little distracted, choosing the third drink down her eye kept being drawn to. She leans against the bar, waiting, people watching, and when the drink is given to her and she slides the money across the bar he is still watching her.
He is patient. He waits, waits until she has mingled around, still hasn't talked to anyone, not seriously, a few short conversations, a casual, “Oh my God I love your outfit-” thrown here and there, and is going back to the bar for another drink to make his move over to her.
He slid up beside her to refresh his own and that is where it started. She leaned against the bar again and he turned towards her with a simple offer of, “Can I get you a drink?”
She is looking up at him, blue eyes and freckles and bright red curls and a sweet smile, so much shorter than him, he bet’s if he had an arm around her waist he could pick her up like she weighed nothing at all. He sees the recognition in her eyes, she noticed him watching her earlier, she seems pleased to tell him, “Sure, thank you.”
“What are you having?” He asked and she ordered another of the same and he got himself another whiskey neat and while they waited he said, “This is your first time here right?”
“That obvious?” She asked, nails tapping on the bartop and he said, “Just haven’t seen you here before.”
“Oooh and you know everyone here?” She teased as the tapping ceased and he said, “Maybe I do.”
“Sooo if I am looking for someone to show me around, you’re my guy?” The tone she asked, unmistakably playful, was very pleasing to his ear.
“I think I can be your guy if you’ll have me.” He offered.
Their drinks were set down and she picked hers up as he paid, “Well lead the way.”
He did just that, they walked through, went from room to room as he told her their purpose and function and they people watched. He noticed the slight stumble in her step when she was much too caught up watching the action to look properly where she was walking and putting her feet, the light blush on her cheeks when something particularly caught her fancy. There were rooms dedicated to tying and punishment, to dancing, an indoor pool, and so much more. She seemed totally swept up in it, he noted she seemed to really like the upstairs hallway, lined with two way mirrors, letting outside observers see into bedrooms. Allowing people to watch you without you knowing about it or seeing them, an exhibitionst and a voyurist’s match made in heaven. .
She was fun.
He decided that early on, she tried to keep up, she made good jokes and was adorably flustered at points seeing this happen in real time in front of her. Not to mention she was just good to look at period, short and clingy black dress, sheer in some strategic places, ample cleavage on display and nice heels and makeup, she was really fucking pretty and he thinks she would look even prettier with some well placed bruises peaking out from under her clothing.
By the time she had been shown around, she seemed a lot more at ease, she had finished her second drink, she was obviously having a good time. Walking closely with him, smiling and giggly when he brought her to a comfortable booth in a different room from that main one they met in.
He asked the big question, “So why did you come here tonight?”
“Curiosity. Been uhm curious about a lot of this for a while, a lot of theory but no practice, you know?” She said with a shy smile. There was still a little bit of space between them in the booth, but not much.
“So you finally wanted to come see for yourself I get it. Thoughts?”
“Oh, good! Really, really good.” She said honestly and he pressed, “But still, watching and doing is very different. Seems to me there is still a lot of theory and not much of that practice you are after.”
“Tonight was more about looking than trying.” She said with a shrug, “So you aren’t looking to try tonight?”
“No one’s shown any interest.” She said and he laughed, “Really? I’ve been noticing a lot of people looking at you sweetheart but you’ve been almost glued to my side for the last hour.”
“So being around you is killing my chances? Damn it.” She joked and he took this as an in, “What if I was interested?”
She looked him over, considering something before saying, “And how old are you?” She asked and he fired right back, “How old are you?”
“Lot of questions. Old enough to drink at least and isn’t that the most important thing?”
“Fair enough and I am clearly old enough to drink so isn’t that enough?” He asked with a grin and she was seemingly satisfied as she changed the subject and said. “I never got your name.”
“Fred.” He said easily before inquiring, “And you are?”
“Amber.” She supplied. What a pretty name. “Well Amber-” He put emphasis on her name which made her smile brighten, “-I’m very glad you came in tonight.”
“Me too.”
A beat of silence before she asked, “So you have been coming here for a while?”
“Oh yeah, years.” He confirmed.
He noticed her fidget in her seat, like she was going to take a drink before remembering her glass was empty and she hummed before saying, “If it isn’t too much, can I ask what you are into Fred?”
“Awe I don’t want to scare you off.” He said with a laugh before she gave a slight pout, “I can handle it!”
“I dunno if you can.” He teased before finishing his drink and asking if she wanted another. She held out her glass and told him, “Yes please.”
He left her sitting there and she thought as she watched him go back to the bar. Maybe if she said something first, opened up a little then he would. She built up the courage and when he came back, sat down and handed her the drink, she took a hearty pull before just saying it, “I think about being tied up a lot.”
That made him pause.
She was looking at him, her gaze fixed on his face. “I…I think it could be really fun and hot and…I like the idea of being helpless but on my terms. With someone I can trust, the idea of just letting them do what they want…”
His hand rested on her knee, the other hand cradling his drink and he encouraged her, “Go on.”
“I think about struggling, not because I want to get away, but to just feel how unrelenting the ropes and their hold is and it’s, fuck, it’s just good.” She breathed and he knew he made the right call picking her out. He can’t help but picture it, bright red ropes framing that soft looking body, making her beg, and just as he said, doing whatever he wanted to her and her loving it, he had to play this right.
He squeezed her knee gently, watched her face flush further, “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
“Of course I…I thought, if I wanted to know what you like it’s only fair I share.”
“Quid pro quo huh? You sharing to get me to spill?” He teased and she said, “Well not just that I honestly wanted to share. I’ve never told anyone that before and just saying it outloud felt good.”
“It is good to admit those things, M’ glad you did to me.” She smiled wider before asking, “Sooooo-”
He took another drink, drew it out, made her wait, before saying, “Soooo, what if I told you I happen to have a lot of experience tying people up?”
Her mouth fell open slightly. “You…You do? You like that too?”
“I do.” He could see her mind working, she looked so excited and like she could barely contain it, he caught the slight move of her thighs pressing together tighter.
“Never met someone else who does, have you?” She hummed, a small shake of her head. “What else do you like?”
“I like…I like the idea of someone being really uhm dominating believe it or not.” She admitted and with a hand to his chest he gasped, “You? Submissive? No!”
She laughed, hard, it was beautiful and she said, “Geeze, again, that obvious?”
“Expressing the desire to be tied up and helpless might have given you away there sweetheart.”
Him calling her that pet name was not unnoticed by her. She deflected, joking, “Mean! You’re mean, I’m being really vulnerable and you’re teasing me!”
“So you’re saying you aren’t into that?”
She took another sip of her drink before saying, “Shut up.” And he laughed just as she did before. “I told you one so now you-”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be honest since you have been, and say more than I like being dominating-” She interjected, “Shocker.”
“Hush.” The command was playful, teasing, but with a firm edge that made her mouth close on instinct. “-I’m really into impact play.”
He saw the look in her eyes shift, definitely intrigued, “Pain huh?”
“Yeah, not just giving, I like a little taking too.”
Interesting. He asked, “Have you thought about that?”
“Been curious about it not gonna lie. Spanking and paddles have a certain appeal.” She was really opening up now, she felt comfortable, at ease with him.
“They are fun.” He said casually and she asked, “How much experience do you have?”
“Oh that conversation can be saved for later but let’s just say, a lot.”
She liked that. She had so little experience, she wanted to try so much, he seemed to have knowledge along with that experience, maybe someone like him, or maybe just him, would be best to explore with. She went from just going to look to realising, yes, looking isn’t enough, thinking and masturbating to it all isn’t enough, she is dying to try, to experience.
“I feel like you are holding back on a big one here.” He stated and she bit her bottom lip, how did he know that?
“Okay, okay. Maybe part of why I wanted to come here is exhibitionism, people watching me, seeing me do something people normally reserve for private…Insanely hot.”
Oh well this is too perfect.
His hand had not left her knee. “Here is the best place for that without risking getting yourself into trouble, even if the risk is part of the fun of course.”
She was halfway through her drink again, setting it on the table, she felt it. This tension, they had been inching closer, her leg nearly touching his. She got along with him scarily well and he had to give it up, he was hot, very attractive and seemingly very, very into her. They had a few kinks lining up already and she hoped there was more. She did this to try new things, to explore and find herself and what she liked, was there any harm in some extra indulgence?
“Do you think maybe you could…Help me with that?”
“With what Amber. Tell me.” He wanted her to say it.
“With a little…Public play?” She asked quietly and he was tempted to make her speak up and try again but this was already a big step for her, he could see that. “I think I can do that.”
His own drink set down, his other hand meets her neck, thumb stroking along her jaw and he said, “If you want me to stop-”
“I’ll tell you.” She said with a nod and he smiled at that, what a good girl. He leaned in and kissed her and she tensed for a small moment before melting into it. Another moment is taken before she is returning it, kissing him back. She always loved this, it was what clued her into liking exhibitionism, public make outs at parties always got her way too hot, made her so wet but they only stayed that way. Whenever it turned to more it was behind closed doors and got so bad, so boring and painfully vanilla and selfish.
She turned her body to be closer to him, he kissed her deeper and she let out a small moan in response that pushed him forward, making his hand start to slide up her leg. Her heart is beating so hard, she lets him lead, spreads her legs slightly and gives him more access, silent consent and when his hand is high enough that his fingers touch damp lace she gasps against his mouth, “Freddy-”
Still so close together he asked, amusement apparent in his tone, “Freddy, huh?”
A nod, a hum, “Ca-can I call you Freddy?”
It feels good coming from her, “Sure you can, sweetheart.” And before she can say anything else he is kissing her again, fingers starting to move with a shocking amount of confidence and she is worried her brain is going to shut off.
Her hand is on his shoulder, fingers gripping smooth leather as she is kissing him hard, in a few short moments she is breathing much harder as they make out. His fingers stroked her through her soaked panties, slow and teasing and nowhere near enough. She rocks her hips, pushing herself forward into his hand and he lets out a small laugh. “So eager.”
“Feels good.” She said it so softly, like she was almost embarrassed.
“Yeah hon? Feels good?” His mouth moved, kissed over her cheek and down her neck and she squirmed against him, he pressed harder, more pressure and she whined, “So good.”
It felt like she was on fire, he had barely done a thing but the feel of him, the situation, his confidence, it was all working far too well for her.
Her other hand reaches out, is pressed to his chest, sliding under the jacket, she just wants to feel more of him and he is not going to complain about that, her wanting her hands on him is a great sign. He lets his teeth graze along her throat, she jumps, thighs tense around his hand and brows knit together and she curses, “Something else you like?”
He does it again, harder, fingers slowly slightly under her dress and she says, “Tha-that! With your mouth, fuck, please, again?”
He bites. Not hard but he does and she moans the loudest she has so far and sees her immediately clamp her mouth closed again. He stops. All of it. Pulls back, “Look at me.”
She does, eyes open, questioning, “Why’d you stop?”
“Don’t do that. You wanted this, wanted to do this in public, no being all cute and holding those pretty sounds back. Don’t you want people to look over here and see this?”
A small nod and he tsk’d, “Not good enough. I won’t keep going till you gimmie what I want to hear.”
"Yes I want it!" She rushed out on a single exhale, “Okay, okay I promise I-I won’t hold back.”
He starts again, no kissing but focusing his attention between her legs and he watches her body respond, how she tenses and arches closer, does as he wants and lets the moan slip out unbidden and he praises her, “There you go, good girl.”
Hearing him say that, she feels like she is going to melt into the booth below her. He helps reposition her, wants her closer, pulling her nearer. He is still feeling her through the material of her panties and she moves her hips, wanting him to touch her, bare skin on bare skin but she doesn’t find the words to ask for it. Instead she asks, “I-I’m a good girl?”
He suppresses a laugh, she is too cute, “I know we only just met but yes Amber, you seem like a very good girl.”
That hits her hard. She did just meet this guy a few hours ago and how he was touching her like this in a room filled with a lot of people. She gets the courage to glance around and yes some people are watching, her breath catches and her hips rock involuntarily, another spike of arousal and she doesn’t know what to do with herself. “You want some more?”
He asked and she didn’t know what more was but she was sure she wanted it.
He was kissing her again, his tongue sliding past her lips and she moaned into his mouth at the extra contact, his hand leaves from between her thighs and she whines slightly at the loss. She is so needy, so responsive, he is having so much fun knowing how much she is enjoying this, knowing she hasn’t done anything like this before. He can show her so much, she has no idea what she is in for. His hands push her, the kiss breaks and she is on her back lying on the booth and his hands are under her dress, his mouth travelling down her neck, a few more small bites before going lower and lower. She is unable to stay still, she is still listening, not holding back, every sound that leaves her mouth is totally genuine.
He starts to slide her panties down, a look up to her, catching her gaze, “You okay?”
A quick nod, “So okay, please Freddy-”
It is more than enough encouragement, he takes them off and spreads her wider and she is all too aware how exposed she is to him right now. It takes her feeling his breath there to realise how low he had slipped down her body while she was distracted. One of her legs over his shoulder, his other holding her thigh and he was leaning in and she couldn’t believe it. She moaned his name, long and low. He only gets in a few passes of his tongue before she is trembling under him, “Fu-fuck Freddy no-” He almost pasues before she can finish her thought, “-no one’s ever done this for me before.”
Well there is a surprise. What kind of selfish people was she fucking before?
“Amber really?” He asked and she nodded, panting, “No one else, please don’t stop, please, please-”
She was babbling now, begging, he was making her beg, he really had lucked out. If he did this right she would be wrapped around his finger and they could have all the fun he could want with her. “I won’t stop, not till you push me away.”
And true to his word his mouth was back on her and she was a wreck in short order. Heel digging into his back, hips pressing her as flush against him as she can be. His tongue exploring, him watching her, taking in every reaction, searching her face and eyes and body language for what was working best. Luckily she is pretty easy to read, the helpful little thing is even telling him, moans and gasps, telling him harder or faster or where and he takes it to heart.
She is addicting. The moans, her body, her taste, how she can’t seem to get a grasp on the fact this is happening, flustered, like she doesn’t know what to do with herself, that it feels this good and he is paying this much attention to her. Moans increasing in frequency and pitch, pretty manicured nails biting into the booth below, panting openly as his tongue is circling her clit just right, two fingers had slowly pushed inside, rocking back and forth and she is dying from him.
She can’t stop shaking, so tense, whole body taut and she is barely able to get out, “Freddy-I’m, fuck, I think I’m gonna-”
And she can’t get out any more words, she doesn’t have to, he feels it. Walls clenching on his fingers, clit pulsing against her tongue as the broken cry leaves her, tearing from her throat and he helps her through it. Doesn’t stop working until she is weakly pushing him away, still out of breath.
He is sitting up, looking down at her, dress hiked up, sweaty and her lipstick smeared, curls wild around her head and still soaked and pretty pink slit on display.
“Seems like you enjoyed yourself.” He said with a smile, could still taste her so clearly and she reached out, still trying to catch her breath, needy grabby hands, “You…You ha, don’t nderstand…No one’s, God, no one other than me-”
And it clicks.
Oh this is perfect, absolutely perfect.
He had her.