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🔞 Halloween Smutfic and Doodle: Michael Myers x Reader Part I 🔞

I want Michael so damn bad, guys. It's not even a joke at this point.

WARNINGS/TAGS: Dark fic, extremely dubious consent, inexperienced but curious Michael, dry humping, strangling/choking, dacryphilia, pussy eating, rough oral sex, forced orgasm, small mention of violence and death (reader don't die, don't worry)

⚠️ READ THE TAGS: Please be aware this work contains content that the reader may feel uncomfortable with or otherwise triggered by. ⚠️

Don't mind me as I'm listening to Deftones over this.

Sneaking into the abandoned Myers house was one of the last things you wanted to do on Halloween night.

You voiced out your refusal to Trey about entering, remembering the history of this house and the events that took place many years ago.

Trey was a cute guy you had been seeing for a few months now. He was pretty funny and mischievous, a welcome distraction from the rest of the buzzed and wild partygoers at the party you went to tonight. You had left with him, getting a little frisky in his car, when he pulled away from your lips and stroked your cheek. "Let's take this somewhere else."

Now you stared at the looming house with wide eyes, getting a sick feeling in your stomach when you couldn't see past the darkness. Trey laughed at you, telling you there was nothing to worry about as he dragged your reluctant form inside the broken and dusty home.

"I don't know about this. How can you be so sure that there isn't some random creep already living there?" Every time you took a step, the floor creaked making you flinch.

"C'mon. With no electricity or running water, why would anyone want to be here?"

You bit your lip, indecision clear in your face.

You let him lead the way, clutching his hand tight when you thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye. As you walked behind him, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up the further you walked and you started to sweat from anxiety.

There's no one here. Trey made sure of it. I'm just being paranoid. There shouldn't be anyone here...

You heard Trey open a door before walking inside a surprisingly clean room. Raising an eyebrow at him, he could only scratch the back of his neck, a slight blush on his face as he looked away from you. "I figured it would be better for us if we weren't rolling around cobwebs or dirt. I cleaned it up a bit last I came here. The white dress you have would've gotten dirty and I know you don't like bugs so I-" You interrupted him with a kiss, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer.

"You're so sweet." He had a dazed look, drunk off the taste of your lips as he licked his own.

"Hey, I want to try something. If you'd let me." You tilted your head, curious as to what.

"Like?"

"Do you trust me?" He asked seriously.

"You're not going to kill me, are you?"

Trey shook his head and pulled away from you to walk towards the bed. You watched him bend down to get some items beneath the bed. When he turned to you, you stared in alarm at the rope and binds in his hands.

"I want to tie you up for this."

You could only blink at him, mind reeling with what he wanted from you. "I'm not... I've never done this."

"Me either. I just thought it would spice things up a bit. A little excitement in the bedroom. Give us a little bit of a thrill, you know?"

"Trey, I..."

"Just give it a chance, please? If you don't end up liking it, I'll take them off immediately and I'll never do this to you again."

~

Now, here you were with your limbs tied securely to the bed and a blindfold over your eyes to shield your vision.

The position Trey had left you in made your face burn with embarrassment. Your arms were over your head, wrists bound together with rope and tied to the headboard. Your ankles were also bound and held apart on either side of the bed. It left your legs spread wide open, the short dress riding up your hips as you felt the air tickle your nether regions.

You had been in a heavy make out session with Trey, letting him feel you up and turn you into a mewling mess before he pulled away. Being blindfolded made you acutely aware of his skin brushing yours, goosebumps rising in your flesh with excitement. Reaching for him, you let out a grumble when you forgot about your restraints. He let out a chuckle, telling you he had something else he wanted to try before you continued. Your lips curled in displeasure before telling him to hurry up and show you. You felt him lift off you, hearing as he walked out the room and closed the door.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but you started to fidget anxiously at the resounding silence in the room.

What's taking him so long?

"Trey?" you called out softly. "Trey, where are you?"

You bit your lip as you waited for him to respond.

Seconds passed with no answer.

You called out to him again a little louder, thinking maybe he hadn't heard you.

Still nothing.

Quickly getting unnerved, you tested the ropes to see if you could get loose somehow. The rope wouldn't give and you let out a whimper. If this was some sort of prank, you weren't laughing. Flailing in desperation to get free, you twisted every way you could to no avail. All you ended up doing was tiring yourself, letting out a frustrated breath at your failed efforts.

I swear to freaking God. When I get out of this, I'm going to... Your train of thought stopped, hearing the jingle of the doorknob. You held your breath, waiting to hear the door open. When it did, it opened so slowly that the sound of it startled you. Silence greeted you, your breathing the only thing audible as you waited for Trey to say something and explain himself. Why isn't he saying anything?

"Trey?" The floorboards groaned under his heavy footsteps, each step languid and deliberate as it neared you.

"This isn't funny anymore." You tugged on your restraints, not amused at his continued silence. "You're scaring me!"

Something wrapped itself around your throat and squeezed. Eyes wide beneath the blindfold, you felt the fingers of a hand dig viciously into your neck.

Your fight or flight response was immediate. You thrashed madly beneath him, your binds chafing the skin of your wrists and ankles. "What are you-?!" A horrible choking sound left your throat, the man clenching his hand tighter around you. This can't be Trey. He would never...

Tears were soaking the fabric of your eyes, the fear of dying running through your panicked body. Adrenaline kicked in to give you strength, the bedsprings squeaking with your flailing movements as you jerked your legs to try to kick him. You could hear his heavy breathing, your attacker's hand not budging from its steel grip on your bruised neck. Just when you started feeling lightheaded, you felt the rope around your left foot give. You quickly reared your leg back before slamming the heel of your foot as hard as you could at your attacker.

A painful ache on your foot followed his grunt of surprise, the pressure around your neck dissipating, letting you take in a large gulp of air. With your lungs filled with air, you let out a terrible scream (hoping someone would hear you), all the while kicking him with everything you got. You tried to pull on the other leg but it wouldn't budge no matter what you did. You sobbed in despair when he wrestled down your freed limb.

His built body came down on top of you, the bed dipping under his weight as he forced your thighs apart with his legs. This prevented you from hurting him with your leg. Your cries were cutoff when the pressure on your neck returned, only this time, he used both hands to choke the life out of you.

As you started losing consciousness, in the back of your mind you knew that this wasn't Trey.

~

Michael had caught sight of both of you when he was on the floor of his balcony. His eyes narrowed behind his mask when he saw you enter through the front door, the urge to kill you both rising. He hid his presence as he trailed your movements, tightening the hilt of his knife as he imagined your flesh giving under the sharp end of it.

When the male went downstairs, Michael's opportunity presented itself. Trey had barely found what he was looking for when he turned and saw Michael behind him. Before he could utter anything, Michael plunged his knife on the side of his neck. A gurgle of blood left him, staring at Michael fearfully before he fell down in a heap. Done with him, Michael went after you next.

Your neck was dainty and fragile beneath his grip. Michael observed your helpless body beneath his, a sick thrill running through him at your inability to stop him. He kept applying pressure and was ready to snap your neck when you accidently rubbed against him. Pinning you underneath him had made it possible to feel your soft body thrashing against him. You had arched your hips, unknowingly pressing your center between his legs.

Michael's eyes widened a fraction, his bloodlust jerking to a stop at the sudden stimulation. When you once again tilted your hips on him, Michael closed his eyes briefly and felt a build up welling inside him. Michael's grip on your neck loosened but he did not remove his hand.

Your chest was heaving as you breathed in much needed air, unaware that you ignited curiosity in the man above you.

It was the sensation of fingers skimming down your leg that jolted you. Still conscious of the threat above you, you froze, even as he tugged on the rope on your other leg and released you. It bewildered you what was his reasoning for it. As you tried to formulate some explanation, it came crashing down when against your inner thigh, you felt something hard poke you.

You swallowed heavily, your cheeks turning a deep red when you felt it throb. When you tried to jerk your hips away, Michael grabbed the back of your knees and pushed them to your chest. It left you horribly immobile and exposed the white satin panties you wore.

"H-hey...," you stuttered out, "N-no, please.. w-who are you?"

Michael ignored you, mind running with memories of couples fornicating before he killed them. He was always unaffected at the sight of debauchery, watching with disinterest as he waited for the right moment to reveal himself.

Now, with his blood rushing south to his hardened cock, and surveying your scantily clad form, he was suddenly filled with an urge to grind his hips into the juncture of your thighs.

Your clit started to throb under his ministrations, lips quivering when he nudged hard against your clothed pussy. A damp spot quickly stained your panties, getting wet against your wishes. Your body was warming up to his movements, the little nub between your legs filled with blood, engorging it in excitement. You tried muffling your voice as much as you could, but then Michael brushed against your clit. You couldn't hold back the weak little mewl that left you, mortification filling you when Michael stopped his movements at the sound.

The sound if it, so tiny and wanting, sent a shiver of lust down his spine. Michael pulled back to examine your trembling from, taking note of the hard peaks of your nipples through the white dress and your wet lips breathing in and out. He felt something wet beneath him, glancing down to see dark stain in his crotch from where he was pressed up against her.

He released a leg, using his free hand to squeeze the fat of your hip before shifting slightly back to see what you did to him. His eyes latched on to the indecent clinging of your underwear, outlining your puffy lips to his appreciative yes. Fisting the front of your underwear, Michael pulled until material tore from his grip.

"NO! Don't look!" You twisted your head to the side, eyes clenched tight as you felt the cold air bite your sopping flesh. "Please, don't look." You sobbed out the last bit, clenching your thighs shut to cover your shame.

Catching that small glimpse of pink flesh glistening with your arousal made Michael lick his lips in anticipation.

He wanted a taste.

Glancing up at your tied hands and covered eyes, Michael was assured you wouldn't be able to look at the real him. Raising a hand to his neck, Michael bunched the ends of his mask and tugged it upwards, slowly revealing himself to an empty room.

A pathetic cry left you when hands gripped either side of your thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. To make sure you couldn't deny him access, Michael draped your legs over his shoulders. You barely registered your position when he slipped his hands under your ass and raised you to his mouth.

You felt hot breath tease your quivering flesh before you were engulfed in white hot pleasure. Gasping at the firm lick along your vulva, you tried bucking away from him. You lost it when his tongue spread your lips, nose bumping against your clit as he lapped at your leaking pussy. A guttural growl left him, the taste of your slick snapping whatever restraint he had on taking things slow. The protest you had on the tip of your tongue dissipated, a shriek leaving you when Michael suddenly plunged his thick tongue inside you. He retracted his tongue only breach you again and again as you wailed at his actions.

Despite this being his first time, Michael was a fast learner, listening to your whimpers and keens as he found what brought out the most reactions in you. You babbled incoherently, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he sucked hard on your clit, swirling it viciously inside his mouth. You garbled out a series of 'no's', pleading for Michael to stop only to have him press harder on your quivering form, rendering you speechless.

Whimpers and throaty moans left you, your body consumed with the need to release, effectively silencing your opposing thoughts. You could hear the protests in the back of your mind, choosing to mute them out as Michael massaged your ass roughly and sloppily ate you out. You bucked your hips into his aggressive suckling, spreading your legs wide to give Michael more flesh to work with.

Michael took note of this, glancing up at the disheveled and wanton expression on your face. Your lips were wet and glossy, mouth open and drooling at his continued assault on your sensitive flesh. Your pathetic little mewls and moans only spurned him to action, gnawing at your soaked pussy. One of your breast had also popped out of the dress, a stiff nipple urging him to bite down and mark it with his occupied mouth. Later... he promised himself.

"S-stop...ah!... I-I can't..." Your body betrayed you, grinding on Michael's face desperately. You were practically smothering him with your scent, but Michael paid no mind. If anything, he pulled you closer, slamming you against his ravenous mouth.

Your body pulled taut, arching your back dangerously as you lifted off the bed, held up only by Michael's grip on your thighs. A scream of ecstasy left you, Michael driving you into a frenzy of satisfaction as you came violently in his mouth. The world went white for a second, your entire being going numb from the pleasure before you were brought back to reality.

You lay on the soft cover of the bed, limbs a useless weight as your energy was depleted. Your body was slick with perspiration, chest heaving with exertion from the shocking orgasm you just experienced. Your mind was free of thought, basking in the afterglow of your release.

Thinking your ordeal was over, proved to be untrue.

Your breath hitched when you felt a heavy weight slap on your pubic mound...

~

(What could it be, I wonder?~ 😈)

(A small visual because I really want Michael to dirty me...)

🔞 Halloween Smutfic and Doodle: Michael Myers x Reader Part 2 🔞

WARNINGS/TAGS: Dark fic, rape/noncon elements, extremely dubious consent, explicit content, heavy NSFW, Michael has a Big Dick, restraints, dry humping, dacryphilia, breastplay, rough sex, unprotected sex, forced orgasm, overstimulation, tummy bulge, creampie, squirting, size difference.

⚠️ READ THE TAGS: Please be aware this work contains content that the reader may feel uncomfortable with or otherwise triggered by. DO NOT READ if bothered by tags (especially if you're a minor). ⚠️

Note: Sorry for the delay, guys. Life's been busy but here ya go. Imagine whichever version of Michael in this story.

The blindfold was tugged upward, your red-rimmed eyes glassy and wide as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Your vision was fuzzy for a moment, barely making out the broad male above you in the dark. You let out a gasp, squinting your eyes as you tried to make sense at who you were looking at.

"W-who are you?"

Rather than answer you, Michael laid his hands below your chest, keeping you in place as he pulled his hips back. With his freed erection out of his suit, he could finally feel your bare skin against his. Your spread legs quivered under his grip, the heat emitting from between your thighs driving him insane. His cock throbbed angrily, the feeling so foreign to him that he didn't know how to proceed at first. All he knew was that the feeling alleviated slightly when he rubbed against you. The underside of his cock was soon soaked with your slick, your arousal coating him and making him slide easier against your slit.

The movement caught you off guard, a hitch in your throat when you felt him, hard and thick, slide across your sensitive vulva. Shutting your eyes at the pleasurable feeling, you let him rock against you, stimulating your clit with every graze of his cock. You grit your teeth and turned your flushed face away, refusing to give in even as your nipples perked up with interest at his actions.

This was so wrong. You shouldn't want this...yet it felt so good. Your clit pulsed with every brush of his cock, your cunt clenching around nothing as it desired something to fill it. Tears built up in the corner of your eyes, your mind at war with your body over the pleasurable sensations running through you.

When he pressed the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance, you gasped turning your gaze to the apex of your thighs. Nothing could have prepared you for the sheer size the male sported. "W-wait wait wait wait!" You raised your hips, panic flooding you as you began to thrash again. It didn't matter how wet you were, he was not going to fit. "No!"

Your protests made Michael narrow his eyes, making him reach behind his back for his butcher knife. When you caught sight of it, your blood ran cold, your body stilling in fear.

The knife's edge slithered up your body, threatening to break skin if you so much as moved. You could only stare at him petrified. He stopped at your throat, the sharp edge of the blade pressing hard enough that you felt a drop of blood trail down to the nape of your neck. All he had to do was plunge it into your jugular and you would be no more. "Please, no... I'm sorry."

You couldn't stop the tears streaming down your face even if you wanted to. You weren't above begging at this point. You had no desire to die.

~

'I'm scared," your trembling frame more than proved it to him, "You're bigger than me. We can't do this, please. You're going to hurt me."

Michael tilted his head, your words giving him pause. He perused your body, taking note of how tiny you were compared to him. You were a small thing, easy to manhandle and subdue. There was no doubt that penetrating you was going to be a challenge.

But his curiosity had to be sated.

A shriek left you when he stabbed his knife on the bedding next to your head. He left it there as a reminder for you to behave and remain submissive for him. Opening the gap of his suit wider, he rolled up his undershirt to reveal the hardened muscles of his stomach. He hardly took notice of your shocked reaction, hands shaking in anticipation as he focused on your glistening slit.

Laying your legs over his hips, Michael reached down to grip himself, his organ twitching underneath his calloused palm. Lining himself to your entrance, Michael brought his hips forward to begin entering you.

Your body resisted the broad tip, his girth too much for your hole to allow it passage inside. "It's not going to fit." Sweat coated your body, your heart beating fast when he still pressed on. "Listen to me please, it's not-!"

A garbled noise left you when the head of his cock popped inside you, Michael not missing a beat as he shoved his shaft deeper into you. Your entrance pulled taut around him, the sheer circumference of him making you pale when he continued ignoring your pleads.

''You're going to tear me in two! Go slowly, please!" Your begging was for naught, Michael forcing your tiny pussy to stretch around his immense girth. He fed more of himself into your tight walls, ignoring your keening cries as he fisted the bedding above your head, knuckles white at the feeling of you clamping down on him. A pained grunt left him, eyes narrowing when he saw that you hadn't even taken half of him. You're body was wound too tightly, the tenseness of your frame making it harder for him to continue.

Michael took a glance at your face, noting the distressed way you crunched up your face and the hiccupping cries leaving your trembling lips. When your teary eyes met his, supplication clear in your gaze, Michael felt something in him snap.

Wrapping his arms around you, he held on tight to your shoulders. Confusion decorated your face when he buried his face into your neck. Just as you opened your mouth to question him, he snapped his hips forward. Your eyes went impossibly wide, a shrill scream leaving you as he tore through you.

~

The pain.

It was excruciating.

You shook your head at the icy pain, legs flailing on either side of him as you wailed horribly beneath him. "Take it out! Take it out!"

Fucking God, it hurt so much.

Heart-wrenching sobs left you, unable to focus on anything else but the burning strain of taking him. Daring to take a glance down, you choked on your saliva when you saw the raised bump on your tummy. It stopped just below your belly button, the shape of his cock creating an indecent bulge in your lower abdomen.

Your eyes lit with horror, afraid that he had torn you in two. When he shifted his weight, you let out a pained cry at the movement.

"Please, p-pull it out," you begged one last time, "You're going to kill me."

As you lay there, body in absolute agony, Michael was burning inside to hold himself back.

~

If there was such a thing as heaven, Michael finally knew it, buried balls deep inside you.

A shudder left him, his whole body shivering as he clenched his teeth at the feeling of your pulsating walls strangling him. When he tried to pull away, your insides held on tight, the vice-like grip on his cock nearly making him collapse.

Michael was apathetic to your sobs, too drunk off the tightness of your pussy. He'd never experienced anything like this. It felt like you were sucking him in, your gummy walls massaging his girth firmly and hotly.

Michael lowered his head to focus on where you were joined.

It was certainly a tight fit. His cock was completely inside you, your lips stretched taut around his shaft. He could even see where he filled you to bursting, the swell in your lower stomach startling him slightly. The sight made a hot rush of pleasure run through him. His cock twitched, your inner muscles squeezing him in response. Giving you time to adjust to him, he set about exploring your naked body in the meantime.

Lifting off you, Michael's hands traveled to your ribcage. His eyes locked on to your bountiful chest, the heaving mounds quivering enticingly beneath him. Michael squeezed your ample chest, his fingers digging into the pliant flesh eliciting a groan from you. He fondled them quite roughly seemingly drunk on how easily your flesh yielded to his grip. When he felt the hard peak of your nipples underneath his palm, his mouth went dry. Licking his lips, Michael pinched your nipples, pulling and rubbing them harshly. It elicited tiny gasps from you, your voice causing his heart to race in his chest. Bending his body forward, he let his warm breath tease one of your naked breast before engulfing your nipple into his hungry mouth.

The heat of his mouth was almost scorching. Michael suckled hard, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he tugged on the other with his hand. When he bit the hardened nub, he was surprised to hear you moan. It seemed that you enjoyed having your breasts played with, a red flush on your face as you looked at him abusing the little nub in his mouth. He was inadvertently distracting you from the pain between your legs.

Not taking his eyes off you, Michael pressed both of your breasts together making your nipples nearly touch each other. Opening his mouth wide, he licked them in one broad stripe before teasing the area around them with the tip of his tongue. Your chest was heaving heavily at this point, your clit pulsing with every touch on your nipples. After awhile of his curious lapping, he took both of your peaks inside his mouth and sucked harshly. Hearing your moan of delight pleased him, the sound traveling to his throbbing cock trapped inside you. He felt your body jolt in reaction, your walls soaking him with your juices as you tilted your chest up to offer more of yourself.

Unable to resist, he removed his mouth from your wet nipples, pulling away with a pop before choosing to bite the underside of your boob. It was fascinating to him how soft you were, how easily he could tear you with his teeth if he wanted to. He was almost tempted, if only to hear your anguished cries, but he found he enjoyed the kittenish responses he coaxed out of you more. He littered hickeys all over your chest, something inside him calling him to mark you possessively.

When he felt your hips grind hesitantly on his, Michael took it as cue that you were ready.

What remained of your dress was collared around your waist, Michael bunching the material in his hands as he straightened his back and braced his knees on the bedding. He used it as leverage, slowly pulling away from your pussy until only the tip was inside you. It was an anticipatory moment, his cock twitching with excitement at the prospect of impaling you again. Just remembering the feel of your sweet pussy was doing things to him. You had barely taken a breath when he slammed violently into your pussy, a resounding smack echoing in the room.

You cried out at his roughness, your body still not fully used to his size. "Slow! Please!"

Your words went over his head, Michael's mind engrossed on the delicious heat of your pussy as he tugged you back to his cock. He was hypnotized by the swell on your stomach when he pushed his member inside, his balls drawing tight as a tingling sensation spread to his spine. His body moved of its own accord, cock pulling away with strands of your slick before pumping back inside you. The pupils of his eyes widened, the lust overtaking him as he set a quick pace. You felt too damn good and it felt even better when he went faster. A feral growl left him, the beginnings of a blush starting on his cheeks. He was eventually covered in sweat from the energy he was exerting, but his limbs were far from tired.

~

The violent clashing of your hips nearly drowned out your cries. It felt like Michael's pelvis was trying to crush yours, your skin rippling with every solid thrust.

"Stop! AH! You're gonna-!" You're eyes crossed when the hairs of his groin tickled your nub, the stimulation making you wetter as you began to accommodate to his size. The size of his cock was hitting every sensitive spot inside you, driving your pleasure to a crescendo as you let out breathless moans.

It became hard to focus before long. With your body bobbing up and down haphazardly, you could only catch glimpses of him wrecking you. A fierce, almost angry expression crossed his face, gritting his teeth as the muscles of his body were tense and hard above you. It scared you, but it it excited your pussy. The sight of a big, dangerous male using you for his pleasure, reaching so deep inside you that you could almost feel him at your throat. At the mercy of someone primal was heightening your pleasure, body enamored with the bruising touches of a sinister male.

Oh, you were so fucked in the head.

Mere minutes passed before he succeeded in making you cum. It took a few hard bumps against your womb to make you reach your peak. Your back arched when you came, your eyes squeezing shut as you let out a scream. Your muscles contracted around him, clenching and clamping down hungrily as you soaked him with your release.

A low whine left you, the endorphins caused by your orgasm turning you putty below him. You felt so weightless and sated. You had never climaxed so quickly in your entire life and you were basking in the afterglow. You were about to drift off to sleep when you realized your body was still rocking erratically.

Oh, no.

He wasn't slowing down.

Noises you never thought yourself capable of left your lips, your walls strangling his shaft and sucking him in deeper with each penetration. You were far too sensitive, your raw insides protesting the friction as you tried to buck off him.

"No, no! Not anymore, I-I can't-!!"

He was a man possessed, not giving you any reprieve or slowing down his pace. You didn't know that when your walls contracted around him, he almost came. The way your pussy ate his rigid cock and drenched it nearly his undoing.

Then something happened that took you both by surprise. Jets of your slick spurted out of you, smearing a wet mess on your pelvises. Michael stopped his motions, titling his head at the liquid coating his abs and drenching his suit. You're whole body went red, mouth opening and closing in embarrassment at what your body just did.

You had just squirted.

Before you could try to curl in on yourself, he grabbed your waist hard enough to bruise and immediately set up the same relentless pace. Your body rippled once more with every thrust, your breasts bouncing lewdly as you cried out. The motion caused your body to slide up the bed before being pulled back harshly to meet his hips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling him battering your cervix with every thrust.

"S-sto-Ah!-p! You're going to-!" The veins along his cock rubbed something inside you, making you see white for a second. It drove you to clamp down harder on him and release another desperate scream.

~

Michael's ears picked up on it quickly, immediately setting out to find the same spot as he adjusted his angle.

Breathless cries and his growls were accompanied by the continuous slamming of the headboard on the wall. The bed shook horribly, the old wood creaking in protest as Michael took you in an animalistic fashion. Your back arched as you let out a final cry, limps quaking as he pulled another powerful orgasm out of you.

The pulses were getting stronger, driving Michael mad as he fucked you through your orgasm. He could feel the build up welling inside him, ready to burst with every push inside you. His hips were a blur as he increased the tempo, forcing a scream form you at his vicious pace. He thrust once, twice, before exploding inside you, tainting you with rope after rope of his hot cum. He bit his lip hard enough to bleed, shoving so deeply inside you that he threatened to penetrate your womb with his cock.

When the last of his spend jetted out of him, Michael nearly collapsed on top you, bringing his elbows forward to prevent himself from crushing you. He had to take a couple of deep breaths to get his bearings before shoving off of you. His cock dragged along your walls with the motion, your pussy clinging to him as he removed himself.

With his member lying limp, Michael took the chance to look at you. Your body was a shuddering mess, spasms running through you every few seconds. Your inner thighs were a mess of fluids, your slit puffy and shiny as your pussy dribbled out a mix of your cum and his.

As you lay there dazed and pussy full of cum, he swore you were his.

~

Your body twitched with every gasping breath you took.

Your head was high off the orgasms you've just experienced, body an oversensitive mess on the bed. Your slick channel clenched around nothing as cum trailed out of your raw insides.

He came inside...me...

So much cum inside...

You didn't have time to ponder the consequences when your eyelashes began to flutter. Shutting your eyes in exhaustion, you barely felt the binds on your wrists loosening, your hands falling limply beside you.

The last thing you remember before sleep took you was a hand scooping up the cum between your legs and pressing it back inside you.

(Yaaa, so... I want to get rawed by Michael 👉👈

For those curious of the art that accompanies this...well, you can check out my Twitter or AO3 account)

RECORDING (+18)

Were you move in to Montenegro Hills. A peaceful neighborhood with caring neighbors and walking dogs at 6pm.

The night of the welcome party, you meet Park Jimin: the president of the neighborhood committee. After a few shots and a little bit of flirting, he makes a proposal you thought you'll never hear from anyone in your life.

▶pairing; stalker!jimin x fem!reader

▶word count; 13.4k

▶genre: 80's au, enemies and lovers, thriller

▶tw; grammar mistakes (english is not my first language), horny!jimin all the way, your boy Hoseok it's a freak too, gore scenes (blood, wounds, death, descriptions of pain and bodily fluids), toxic relationship, smut (dub-con/non-con, penetration, knife play, degrading names, manhandling, spanking, fingering, choking, mating position) everyone in here is a piece of shit ngl, misogyny, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

▶playlist; 📼

Record, the verb, comes from the word cor or cord in Latin, which means heart or remember, which in itself is beautiful. To repeat over and over again, to keep track of it, to save it in the memory. Save is one of his favorite words to describe what he does. Salvus as in to keep safe, in both senses. 

There's nothing more precious to him than his collection of VHS tapes in the little room in the hall. All were put in alphabetical order and cleaned every Friday when he was free from work.

To watch every movie again and again, to remember the little details to heart, the dialogues, the gestures; he loved it. He loved taking care of it.

Now, it was Friday and, you see, as he was in the row from D to H, he heard one of the most precious pieces close the door abruptly of her Ford Cortina, just right outside of his house. He walked slowly through the hall of the rather dark place, the curtains were closed most of the time. His neighbors took it for privacy. 

Jimin was a very quiet and sheltered man, but he was very polite and helpful. Always there in Montenegro's activity programs, charity funds, birthdays, and Christmas parties. He helped with the food, made the kids laugh, and the wives adored him. Jimin was the best neighbor, and he worked hard for it. 

As he moved closer, his finger brushed the hem of the curtain in the living room, letting the sunlight paint a streak across his face. His eye settled on your feet, more like the heels. Who moved in with heels on?

You were wearing slingback pumps and a little pencil skirt, coming straight from work. Tired and all sweaty in the middle of the summer, when people remember why they don't like the heat in the first place. Jimin enjoyed it. It made people come out of their houses and forage for a little bit of shadow and conversation.

The white blouse you wore, had a little white bow that made you look like a dainty Victorian doll. The translucent blobs forming under your armpits were beginning to drip sweat down the sides of your ribs. You took a small carry-on suitcase from the co-pilot and closed the door putting on your dark, cat-shaped sunglasses. Chanel, so you also had money. The prices in Montenegro are not cheap by any means, but the people here are all so subtle in the ways they show it, with guilt and tight lips. But you weren't afraid to show that you could afford things, that maybe you loved the sound of pearls on your wrists and the sweet smell of Angel by Mugler on your clothes.

If he wasn't in his pajamas, Jimin would have opened his door to introduce himself just to let his nose feel the pleasure of your aroma in that heat.

Jimin knew that you were going fast and that you didn't want anyone to know about your arrival until you were in better condition. He looked at his wristwatch, it was barely five in the afternoon, and he didn't know if there was time. 

One way or the other.

He grabbed the corded phone near his couch and plopped down crossing his legs. With one hand he dialed a number so quickly that his fingers seemed to move automatically.

With the other, he searched for a roll in his work suitcase. It took less than the ringing of the call to put the film into the camera, a '72 Olympus, a beauty that belonged to his mother.

"Mm." answered a scratchy voice, Hoseok wasn't in the mood and that wasn't a good start.

"Hoseok, I need you to convince Nancy to have a party tonight, well, maybe not tonight but-." he put the phone between his shoulder and his ear, walking to the window. You were still inside, but the Cortina door was still open.

"What do you want me to do? She won't do anything until she's six months in." Hoseok exhaled. "Why a party? Who is it this time?"

Jimin wrinkled his nose, focusing the camera just as you went out to close the door. A single suitcase of clothes, your Chanel glasses, and your blurred lipstick. You were a work of art, he had to convince Hoseok to create an excuse.

"Park," Hoseok mumbled as the bustle of his office sounded on the other end of the line.

"Let's meet the new neighbor."

"Neighbor? I haven't heard Nancy speak of a neighbor at any time."

Click, just as you close the door. Click, the strokes of your hands and your quick steps.

"I'm seeing her now."

"Now? Is she already with you?" Hoseok sounded hurt, offended. His annoyance changed to a muffled, nasal voice.

"No, I wouldn't meet anyone without you, Jung." Jimin chuckled, his cheekbones popping with the jeer in his voice. "She's in front, where the Jimenez used to live."

"Yeah, okay—You better not." Hoseok interrupted.

Jimin closed the curtain and looked at the door at the end of the hall, three locks keeping it secure.

"So will you talk to Nancy?"

"Let's see, the hormones have her in a frenzy and she still forbids me to even drink, smoke or fuck her. I'm going insane." Nancy was Hoseok's wife, she was a sweet and calm girl, she always smiled and her voice reminded Jimin a lot of Shelley Duvall. A sheep with deep black eyes, like two dark lakes. She was Hoseok's jewel. Park didn't believe how sweet Hoseok could be with her, knowing how he could be outside his bubble, he pampered her fervently and always saw her like searching for scrapes and bruises.

Jung Hoseok was the perfect husband. Handsome and caring, made everyone light up with his contagious laughs.

They were one of the most beloved couples in Montenegro. Nancy was in charge, not officially but popularly, as the person who organized the parties. They were always the best. The best-grilled meats, iced tea, and the best conversations after a mojito or two. It was in these places that Jimin caught the big fish. But since Nancy's pregnancy, things have been quiet in the Jung household.

Nancy had become paranoid, barely leaving the house, walking around the patio of her house barefoot and in nightgowns. The women of her family tended to lose pregnancies easily, and every time she had a pregnant friend, or anyone for that matter, she treated them like porcelain, hundreds of tips on how to take care came out of her heart-shaped lips.

Now that it's her turn to be the pregnant one, she doesn't wear tight clothes and doesn't go upstairs. She eats hot things if Hoseok cooks because she's afraid of the stove. She thinks that her body, due to an uncontrolled impulse, will throw itself into the flames.

Convincing her wouldn't be easy, but Jimin hadn't seen her neighbors in a while, and seeing you caused his chest to shrink with curiosity. You were attractive, even when you thought you weren't.

Hours passed without any sign of life, dead hours in which Jimin decided to work on developing the photos he had taken of you. The pungent smell of vinegar and chemicals in the small room bathed in red light. His hands covered in black latex immersed the piece of paper in the water until the image appeared like a cloud of grays: your face, your hands, your hair sweating. Such a recent memory and he had already missed it.

He held the photo closer to the hanging light bulb, it was perfect. Even though it had come out a little blurry, he told himself that it made him want to have it more, the two minutes it had taken you to get there, close the windows, take out your suitcase, and look around you were fleeting. So having a small detail, like a photograph of a bird that was believed to be extinct or that of a very distant planet. He began to be fond of your nebulous figure.

His first frame of you.

Two clamps held the material on the cord so it could finish drying. The ringing of the phone brought Jimin out of his hedonism, he didn't wait for it to ring twice. Now, the words Hoseok said as he picked up the phone made the man smile.

"Saturday, 6 p.m. At my house." God bless Hoseok's convincing tactics. He must have made up an article in the newspapers about how Boston University theorized that a lack of communication with the outside world could cause hormonal problems and even affect the psyche of the fetus.

Wait…Saturday?

"You say tomorrow? It's too early, I don't have anything prepared yet."

Hoseok laughed. "No, moron, next week."

Jimin took off his gloves, disappointed with how little effort his partner had put into his work.

"That's a whole week away."

"You should suck my dick for getting something in the next four months."

"If you weren't as useless and ate her out, you would have had it by this Sunday, at least."

Hoseok bit the inside of his cheek, twirling a pen in his fingers. His eyes were arranged in a corner of his office, and with a sigh, his legs spread out. "Describe her to me."

Jimin smiled searching for a cigarette in the kitchen, the phone in his hand, the cord jumping a little by his steps. He switched the phone to his other ear as he turned on the tip. "She's not a Maeve, she's not your typical Montenegro mom, maybe more like a workaholic like Charlie."

"Any children?" Hoseok interrupted excitedly.

"No, I don't think so. She has a very… disorganized style for being a mom."

"Divorcee?"

"I don't think this woman spent more than six months with the same man." Both men laughed, Jimin brought the cigarette to his mouth but stopped mid-action when he saw a shadow pass through the living room window. "Wait." Jimin put down the phone and walked into the hallway. The VHS were arranged, shiny and neat, on the right shelf.

They hadn't knocked on the door.

Knock, knock.

Jimin raised his shoulders tensely. It was you? Could it be true that Jimin was lucky enough to not have to poison you with chemicals until he dragged you into his bed? That he didn't need Hoseok's charms to convince you that what they were doing was sick, but he just needed a little alcohol, a little bit of will from you, too.

He walked quickly to the door and opened the handle with so much pressure that it made noise. The young girl on the other side of the door flinched, opening her eyes like a frightened bird before smiling at the man who was sweating at the front door. 

This is Cosette, for the second time this week.

If Jimin didn't know how to control himself, Cosette would have been planted in the garden serving as fertilizer a long time ago. He fervently hated teenagers, of all types: athletic ones, Star Wars fans, those who went to his movie theater to make out with their boyfriends for the three hours of the Gone With the Wind special, those who drove in their parents' Chevelle speeding through the streets; all of them. Especially those from Montenegro.

Cosette wasn't part of any of the groups mentioned, but don't let her think that Jimin hated her any less. Cosette, who had a strange taste in everything, including her social circle, was at her door. Her hair was always in a high bun, her bangs covered her forehead, a jean jacket that hid her body, and bright pink lips that made Park's eyes water.

She always carried something new with her, something for Jimin to notice and talk about. This time, she had a kerchief tied around her head colored in a nauseating green. She smiled even more when she saw that Jimin was only wearing an unbuttoned t-shirt.

He looked in the direction of your house, the curtains still closed. Shit.

"Cosette," he greeted her, pressing his lips into a smile. He refused to look at her bow so she wouldn't mention it either.

"Mr. Park, today is Friday. I wanted to bring you the films you lent me so you can clean them up and keep them organized." Her voice was tremulous as she blatantly looked at Jimin's arms and chest.

"Thank you," his eyes narrowed as he held up the stack of rectangular drawers his neighbor handed him. "I'll definitely have something by Cronenberg or Kubrick for you next week."

Cosette blushed aggressively. "Dad says Kubrick is just an excuse to watch women being-"

Her words stuck in her throat as Jimin's dark pupils sat on her features, lips slightly parted.

"It's sex, Cosette." Jimin exhaled, leaving the VHS on a table. "Nothing is going to happen to you if you see it, much less if you say it." His hand went to the girl's shoulder, her fingers curling around themselves anxiously.

"Yes, obviously. I know that. " The girl looked down, letting silence cover time. "Do you think I can help you with cleaning your collection this week?"

Jimin smiled sweetly and denied. This was Cosette's way of wanting to interfere in his life or maybe she thought something would happen if she stood in the middle of his living room and closed the door. What a poor fool, she really made him feel sorry for her. That's why he tried to find a healthier and legal connection.

Jimin lent him five movies to watch from Monday to Friday. They all had a theme: Italian horror, neosurrealism, buddy films, western, romance…

She watched them all religiously. Sometimes she even took advantage and went to the cinema to watch it even when she had the same movie at her house. Just to see Jimin.

"Sorry, darling. I already finished doing that this morning."

"Oh, I understand." Cosette nodded stupidly quickly, taking a step back. "It's okay, Mr. Park."

"See you on Monday."

Colette did not respond, raising a hand as she turned her face away to get away as quickly as possible from the shame that consumed her. A small mocking laugh appeared on Jimin's lips and he took out his hidden arm from behind the door, revealing the disintegrating cigarette.

His heart dropped to his stomach when his eyes flicked to your porch and there you were, in the same position as him. Cigarette hanging from your lips, your damp hair combed back and eyeliner singed into your dark circles.

Not at all a mother from Montenegro, not a daughter, not even the whores that the divorced men brought in looked as broken and disoriented as you. Jimin’s heart pounded when your eyes never left his as you took a drag. Smoke billowing out of your nose. You didn't smile or extend your hand to say hello like a good neighbor, instead, you looked at Jimin suspiciously, closing the door seconds later.

Jimin raised his eyebrow. What had he done? Worried, he closed the door quickly, head resting on the wood. He cursed Cosette under his breath as he walked to the phone in the kitchen.

"Hoseok?"

"Don't tell me. Marcus' little girl."

"I get a headache every time I hear her babbling."

"Don't be so cruel, she admires you a lot."

Jimin closed his eyes, your gaze had hurt his fragile ego, and he had to know why you were so hostile between two and a half puffs of your cigarette.

That week was about to be lethargy, hell, Dante's tenth circle.

Day 1

Movie in theaters: Ghostbusters The curtains are still closed, I can see your silhouette at night, and the lights you use are dim. Halogen, you like calm environments, corners covered in soft shadows. You play music from the moment you get home from work, 5:15 without fail; you usually leave it on when you leave again.  Every day, you come back with a paper bag, I assume with groceries. 5.45. You are wearing a leotard in one of those colors that Cosette likes so much. Perky titties bouncing while you take down the porch stairs;; couldn't help but take some pictures. You exercise until 6:40, then, ironically, smoke a cigarette or two in the yard. Smiling at people while pearls of sweat dribble down to your cleavage. Zuri is the first one of the committee to see you and waves her hand with curiosity. You two talk for a little. I'm here wishing I could read lips, but even with a thorough education, yours will need a whole degree only for me to concentrate on not kissing them. I go to sleep at 11:30, one glass of whiskey and half a joint I stole from Marcus months ago. I dream of eating you out through a small cut in your leotard, sweat dripping down your body to mine. You whimper, but I can't hear you.

Day 2

Movie in theaters: Friday The 13th: Part IV At 6:25 in the morning, I wake up to the sound of your heels going down the stairs to get to your car. I can't get up fast enough to see what you're wearing for me today. You accelerate quickly, you don't care if you wake up the neighbors. You don't come back all day. After work, I watch one of my films on TV until I fall asleep, Birdie's laughter drowns out my curiosity as I doze. 5:15, you're not home from work. Maybe you went out of state, considering how you dress, you seem like a busy woman. I thought about the clicking heels and imagined your foot stepping on my erection. I go outside to calm my thoughts. One thing led to another, and without knowing it I find myself in your backyard. You're not stupid, all the doors and windows are closed; curtains included. But you don't know who I am still, what I need about you.

Day 3

Movie in theaters: The Evil That Men Do 4:55. I'm at the Millers' house, they've invited me to check out their new screen and sound system. Watching a movie with them, but due to August Miller's silent decision, we ended up at the outside bar, drunk on mojitos and pina coladas that Lou Miller learned to make with a cassette he bought at the supermarket. The cocktails are very sugary, but they help clear my head. I find myself sitting steps away from Mr. Miller. I tell him I'm writing notes for a new review in the newspaper, but all I can think about is your absence all day. There is no news from you, and I am afraid that you have decided to leave the house. I don't understand, the house is adorable. Too big for one person, but the Jiménez filled it with pets and children in less than two years. It has off-white floors and large windows to let in the light. A huge patio and pool so you can indulge in leisure activities such as gardening and nudism. 00:13, you appear with your car lights off and your arms down. You carry the same paper bag in your hands, and I accidentally smile when I have your presence. I knew having a garden in your yard would convince you to come back.

Day 4

Movie in theaters: Footloose Something that my drunken brain from yesterday had forgotten to write down, that was overlooked, or that the mojitos simply erased from my memory. I managed to open a window in your backyard. Around 6, Lou Miller, in her forties, was no longer the same when drinking and it seemed she had forgotten because getting out of the pool she vomited every cocktail and every appetizer she had made for her husband and for me. Mr. Miller, due to his age and lack of exercise, had to leave the task of helping his wife up to the room to me. There, lying on the bed like some kind of rag doll passed out and with her vomit leaving a trace in her mouth, I thought of you. Maybe because this wasn't the first time a drunk and unconscious woman was in front of me or because she simply couldn't think of anything else. I went downstairs and said goodbye as decently as I could in my tipsy state. How strange it was to be drunk in the middle of a sunset. The days seem long and with you absent, God knows I need to at least get something that reminds me of you. You made things so difficult for me but I appreciated the detail, seriously. It's been a while since I enjoyed taking out my tools to open doors. People in Montenegro take security so lightly that I don't know how there hasn't been a massive burglary in every house. My arms wobbled and my cheeks burned. Half an hour later, I could hear the click that took me to your kitchen. I didn't do anything else, things had to go little by little between us, and I was willing to take it slowly for you. You're worth it.

Day 5

The night passed me like a breeze, it hit me like a stone on my temples. The nauseating taste of alcohol and sugar on my palate. Surely my face was swollen and that wouldn't help my next plan. The mirror showed me dark circles and short red marks on my ribs and chest. Going over your fences left me like shit. I put on some sunglasses and walked to my garden, I had been negligent with my roses and grass since your arrival. I had to make a good impression, and that was the first thing you saw of me. And this is where my conversion to religion begins. The first thing I hear is those low heels, the red ones you wore the first day, then Poison by Dior collided on my sensitive, hungover nose. That aroma was so familiar, maybe Zuri or maybe on Marcus's ex's boudoir. The conversation was like out of nowhere passing through the thin fresh humidity of a cloud, I remember nothing but the white and the voice of a seraphic being speaking to me.

"Don't you think it's pretty cloudy?" It was the first thing you let out of your angelic lips. Jimin closed his eyes and let a small shy smile appear as he turned around.

You had your hair back, revealing your entire face while you squeezed your eyes shut looking at the sky. A steaming mug in hand, a floral dress that almost reached your knees.

"Good mor-"

"For sunglasses, I mean." You interrupted, bringing the cup to your mouth. Chocolate, he smelled. You weren't one to drink coffee in the morning, noted.

"I try not to let my neighbors understand how hungover I am this morning."

You weren't one of the shy ones, he knew it from the moment you looked at him talking to Cosette and he loved that. You weren't wearing a ring either, noted.

You laughed at your neighbor's confession, Park's chest widened as he inhaled the sweet melody of your laughter. What if he confessed more things to you and you ended up fucking your hungover neighbor in the garage?

"Park," he raised his hand, and you raised yours squeezing lazily while still looking at him. "Jimin Park, I'm the president of the neighborhood committee, I also write reviews for The Hours."

"Good representation of what awaits me on Saturday."

Jimin raised his eyebrow at him. He was supposed to be the one inviting you, he would come to your door with good wine and his expensive perfume on to ask you to crash a party a couple of doors down, something "impromptu."

"Ah yes, that." Park licked his lips turning off the sprinkler.

“Aren’t you going?” Was that disappointment in your voice? Oh, honey...

"It wouldn't be a party without me"

"I see that." You pointed to his glasses again. The third joke about his hangover, you were nervous.

You just looked for an excuse to see him closer, and he had to respect your courage, it would have taken him a few more weeks, and after that, he ended things quickly after convincing his... how to put it? Muse? To leave it as it is.

"Well, I have to go, Park, but it was a pleasure. See you Saturday night."

"At the Jung's house, at 8."

You smirked, your eyes taking one more scan of the boy's body before turning around and walking to your car. Your hips moved soft and firm with each step, you worked for it and he appreciated it.

Continuation of Jimin's diary. Day 5: Page crumpled and torn from the small notebook. Attached with adhesive tape.

Yes, yes, yes. I know I should have waited at least half an hour for you to leave the area to go to the back door, but seeing you up close, smelling you, and hearing your voice. They were simply the last stop on my patience. I was walking through the small forest behind your house, the path was muddy under my boots and the sky threatened to break into thick drops. I prayed that it was true so that it would cover up the evidence of yesterday and today. I opened the door again with ease and entered your kitchen, closing the door softly. You still had things in boxes and my hands were tingling to open them, but I'm smarter than that. I didn't waste time and went up to your room. I came for something, then when you invite me to dinner or watch a movie I can have the pleasure of admiring your home. I looked in the drawers, under the bed, and in the closet. Here is the list of things I took that I know you would only assume were lost in the move: a red lipstick from the Besame brand, some used black panties with a small bow in the center, a white photo of you and black, a key that I found under a chest full of rings. I have no reason to take a key without knowing what it is for, but the ribbon covered in river pearls from which it hung was so delicate that I smiled thinking of you decorating something so simple. Now, I write these pages because I have arrived safely at my desk, with all things in hand. But I must say that you gave me a tremendous scare when you arrived at the house without the vehicle. I heard banging downstairs, and the hissing of keys. Luckily I was able to escape out the window that looked right into the pine trees behind the neighborhood. I spent another hour walking around the steep path, admiring how the thick, century-old trunks swallowed me up. As I predicted, the sky turned black. The last rains of September cleaned everything I left behind. I put my hands inside my pocket and took out the panties that I had wrapped delicately. I opened them like a letter as the rain soaked my body and the fabric in my hands further. I brought its center to my face and inhaled deeply, letting my back fall onto a log. Pungent and strong was your taste, I gripped the material in my teeth as I desperately undid my pants. It's the first time I've tasted you and I couldn't contain myself for long, the rain drowning out my moans as whitish streams fell on the wet earth.

There is no collection from day 6, a simple crumpled sheet, previously wet with an unidentified liquid (among the possibilities tears, stolen perfume, human remains), marked with a lipstick that Jimin wrote with hearts in the 'i's.

If there was something that surprised Jimin every time, it was the way Nancy could prepare a party in such a short time. Her backyard became a show under incandescent light bulbs and freshly cut grass.

Jimin stepped on the silage with guilt because of how perfect it was. He looked at his white suede shoes, removing a leaf that settled on them. He wanted to be impeccable. He had cut his hair past his ears and was wearing jeans and a T-shirt tight on his arms and chest with the words: 'LOVE 1984' by Yves Saint Laurent. His biceps were something to talk about and Nancy didn't let it go unnoticed.

"Is there anyone special coming today, Park?" Her honeyed and soft voice approached Jimin, offering him the first cocktail of the night. Unlike Mrs. Miller's, Nancy's coconut mojitos were the best.

"I don't know, that's the wonderful thing about your parties. The last one the Bee Gees didn't come through that door because Jung wouldn't let you pay for it." They both laughed.

"Well, I wouldn't say the Bee Gees." She thought about it, maybe he would bring them next summer. "Cher, I love Cher. I know a friend from college who has her number."

"For God's sake, Nan."

Jimin smiled again, looking at Nancy's profile: her face was as delicate as her voice. Her hooked nose curved gently and her lips pursed, seeing what else he could arrange before the others arrived. Her hand unconsciously caresses her visibly bulging stomach.

"Do you know what it is?"

Nancy's eyes sparkled at the mention of her fetus. She denied it.

"Zuri is planning to hold a small celebration for me to tell me my gender in a few days."

"Ah, another party. This is where Sonny and Cher show up to say she's a girl."

Hoseok came out wearing an apron that blatantly said 'Kiss the Cook' and a pile of bloody, seasoned meats on a plate. The grill in front of him waved a nice heat as the first piece sizzled.

"You know I can't live without a good celebration." Nancy stepped back, gravitating away from the heat of the fire. "I'm going to see if I can help Lucy with the canapes."

Nancy turned around smiling an apology at Jimin who reciprocated. Without wasting time, he pulled a Marlboro out of his jeans and approached Hoseok, enjoying the warmth that covered his torso. Hoseok held a piece of bright red charcoal and brought it close to his partner's cigarette until he lit it.

"She did it again, the patio is beautiful."

"You know my Nana just needed a good excuse." Hoseok smiled, holding up the cigarette to take a drag. "Ever since I mentioned there was a new single woman in the neighborhood, they went crazy."

"Have you seen her yet?" He was somewhat suspicious that Hoseok had beaten him to invite her to his barbecue. Make no mistake, the party was the Jungs', but the purpose of the party was so that Jimin could meet you. The plan didn't work unless Jimin said it was going to happen, Hoseok was part of them but only as a proxy.

Luckily for Jimin, Hoseok shook his head in disappointment, looking at the grill.

"I heard she looked like a slut waiting to get paid for a blowjob on the sidewalk in a yellow leotard."

"Pink." Jimin interrupted, irritated by the words, sipping the mojito until he finished it. "Who told you that? Zuri?"

The day Jimin saw them talking, Zuri was wearing a friendly smile and you two had a small conversation.

"No, of course not. Zuri just said that she came home from the gym and the others-"

"Maeve," Jimin mumbled, setting the glass aside.

Hoseok smiled. "You know this happens to everyone who arrives, it happened to me and Nancy, to Marcus, to the Espositos for being Catholic in a place like Montenegro."

Christopher Esposito was a father at St. Eliam's Chapel, a small white building where few in the neighborhood went. It was California and people only believed in themselves. But, of course, Nancy had to invite them. Well, religion is not religion at the end of the day, but status.

Coming back to you.

"She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. But not beautiful in the aesthetic sense, there is something about her eyes."

Like you know something Jimin doesn't.

Hoseok raised his eyebrows at him flipping the cuts.

"Fuck, she has you in the palm of her hand."

Jimin denied listening to the commotion coming in and talking inside the house. "Tonight I will be the one who will have it in mine."

There you were, in a black high-necked dress and black boots. You smiled at everyone and shook your hand.

For a second, when Jimin brought his cigarette to his lips, you looked at him. He to you. Both smiled before each one went back to his work.

Let the show begin.

Glasses slowly piled up on the wooden table that Nancy had impeccably decorated about four hours ago, plates with bones and half-eaten vegetables.

The music was loud but the voices shouting stories from the past about alcoholism and deranged adolescence were even louder.

Jimin was sitting next to the unlit grill, the subtle smell of burning charcoal and meat had him nauseous. He brought his knuckles to his lower lip as he watched you talking to Hoseok and Nancy, an impeccable smile on your lips, you looked like a little angel; anyone would steal you from that place. 

Several of the husbands had taken a glance or two at your legs and swallowed your flirtatious, drunken laughter. You only drank wine and the tinted mark of alcohol covered your lips. So kissable and unattainable.

Hoseok had already taken a look at your hands, they were one of his favorite features. Luckily for him, your hands were decorated with rings and varnish the color of the wine you drank.

Nancy laughed at a joke you said, you blinked slowly looking at the woman in front of you with the concentration that only being drunk gives you. Hoseok looked back and nodded at Jimin. It was time.

"Could you get our guest another glass of wine, love?" Hoseok took your glass and Nancy nodded still laughing at the story you told her about your childhood.

Hoseok placed a hand on your back guiding you through the people. You let him, who knew that a couple of drinks could give you so much fluidity?

Still, you felt this tickling in your neck since you arrived.

"Are you enjoying the party?" Hoseok was one of those men that you watched your friend marry and sometimes you wished you had that kind of stability. Nice, he made you laugh, he protected you.

You nodded to the question.

"I'll introduce you to a few committee members, they're excited to meet you."

They both made way for a blonde woman with eyes so blue that you couldn't stop looking at them throughout the conversation, the green shadow on her eyelids was so singed that it looked like a healing bruise.

"This is Maeve."

"Oh, dear, welcome." Her body felt tense in the hug she offered you.

When she let you go, she once again engineered that smile that seemed to hurt her to extend. You looked where her gaze was guided: two children dressed alike were running around near the pool.

"Come back here." She murmured, pointing to the area where the other children were.

"Maeve is in charge of children's events and birthdays. She is an artist."

"Oh, Hoseok, please." Maeve rolled her eyes at her enjoying the compliment. "Why didn't you bring your children, dear?"

"I don't have any, work won't let me." You smiled. Maeve raised her eyebrows.

"And your husband, he also works a lot? He should have at least stopped by to say hello-"

"There is no husband either."

Hoseok licked his lips enjoying the shock on Maeve's face.

"Oh okay." She laughed softly, fixing his pearl necklace. "I mean, things aren't like they used to be." Maeve sought support from Hoseok. You also looked at the man next to you who almost choked in his drink.

"America," Hoseok explained, taking a swig of brandy that made his nose wrinkle.

"God, yes. It's like it doesn't belong to the man anymore." You laughed hard, you didn't know where so much energy came from but you were static, you could feel every look and every touch.

Every look.

"California has become Sodom in just ten years."

"Oh, there's Zuri and Charlie!"

Hoseok grabbed your arm and dragged you away from Maeve's quips. Two women were sitting near the pool, the black woman fixed her glasses and continued the conversation. Her hands were intertwined with the brunette's in front of her. You didn't want to interrupt but Hoseok didn't give you time.

"This is Zuri and Charlie Munson."

The hairs on the back of your neck perked up as you heard another voice behind you. You couldn't tilt your head because the two women stopped to shake your hand. He was just who you wanted to see.

"You came," you mumbled to Jimin as you squeezed the taller girl's hand. She was beautiful.

"Charlie, this is our new neighbor." Jimin placed both hands on your shoulders, massaging discreetly. You were breathing hard as you tried to hide a smile. The pads of his fingers hit the tense spots.

Charlie was tall, the square glasses covering half of her face. Seeing Jimin, her calm expression soured. You gave her your hand and smiled at Zuri who stood behind her like a little girl.

"Charlie's a lawyer, in case you one day end up getting a DUI like me." Jimin laughed, you didn't know if it was a joke. If you saw Zuri's reaction, yes. If you saw Charlie's, well he had simply said that he ran over a child or something.

"Zuri is-"

"I already met Zuri on one of my outings to my patio."

"Oh perfect." You smelled divine and the brandy was starting to feel like the plan could go well without the help...no, in fact, without Jung's presence.

"I work for Martines & Sons," Charlie spoke again.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise still with Charlie's hand in yours.

"Martines & Sons, you're not just any lawyer then. I know one of the sons, David has told me a lot about you." You responded. Charlie smiled proudly, fixing her glasses. Was that blush Jimin saw on Charlotte Munson's cheekbones? Oh, you were a top whore, you flirted with Charlie in front of her own wife and poor Zuri didn't notice.

You and Charlie lasted a short silence smiling at each other.

"Zuri is a piano teacher." his wife stammered, letting the woman with the long, poorly dyed hair shake your hand. She wore necklaces of different colors and a ring that almost covered her index finger with a purple stone. "She graduated from Stanford."

Barely, Jimin told himself.

Before they can continue the conversation, Maeve calls out to the two women. Perfect.

The music was loud enough for Jimin to have the excuse of brushing your ear with his swollen lips from biting them so much.

"That's Marcus," he murmured, letting the warmth of his breath caress your lobe. You closed your hands into a fist, wetness pooling instantly inside your silk underwear.

Marcus was like a Jesus if he had become a writer. His hairy knuckles held a cigarette about to burn his skin, he didn't talk to anyone but instead admired the water of the pool in silence.

“That's his daughter, Cosette,” Jimin's palm guided your hip to the kitchen window. You were so drunk that Jimin didn't have to do much to make your physiognomy move, like wet clay between his calloused fingers.

"Victor Hugo fan?"

"Don't even try to do it, he'll spend hours talking to you about Les Misérables." They both laughed in a drunken stupor. Like two boys gossiping.

Cosette was wearing a plaid skirt and blue eyeshadow. To attract attention this time she had put on red lipstick.

Seeing Jimin, she raised her hand and smiled, revealing her silver braces.

No, she was too shy to greet Jimin like that.

You greeted her with both hands so he could see you better in the darkness on that side.

"Ah, you know her."

"Yes, I almost crashed into the poor thing at midnight when she was running away from her house." Monday the 17th, you arrived at 12:13 that night. Anyway, it wasn't logical for you to be out at midnight.

"I didn't consider her one of those who ran away at night."

"Sometimes it can get lonely, doesn't it?" You both looked at each other at the same time, your cold knuckles pinching your lips.

Hoseok was nowhere to be found and Jimin's cock was already starting to hurt under those tight jeans.

Fuck it.

"You don't need to go to be with little Cosette to feel accompanied." Jimin rolled his eyes, the iridescence of the water reflecting on his face and you felt the wine line your blood. The tickling behind your neck subsided and you could only think about those high, rosy cheekbones that you wanted to nibble on ever since you saw them.

"I don't feel alone now."

"And in your house?"

You squeezed your eyes shut.

"Surprisingly, at home, I feel like I have someone else. In the hallways behind me, behind the curtain when I shower, in the corner of my bed when I go to sleep."

A cheeky smile spread across your face, Jimin swallowed, pulling out a cigarette.

"Ghosts," he rolled his eyes playfully. "The worst plague."

You stole the cigarette from Jimin's hands and lit it with the lighter you had inside your left boot.

"What do you say, Park? Do you have ghosts in your hallways while you go to pour your coffee?"

If you only knew, love.

"Unlike you, no one loves me enough to haunt me even in my dreams."

Your eyes fell after two drags, on the third you stopped at your chest and held the cheeks of the boy next to you, your crimson nails squeezing gently letting Jimin's lips bulge allowing you to pass the cold smoke to his lips.

"Hmm," Jimin groaned, letting the air come out of his nose in frustration. He closed his eyes and opened them gently until he looked at your pupils dilated and determined for the next step.

This is the first time Jimin has asked the question instead of Hoseok, who from his mouth didn't sound so creepy. But the unfortunate man was busy playing a game of poker with the other parents. Now that little Jung came to the family, Jimin, and his hobbies were something that Hoseok apparently wanted to put behind him, he wanted to become a suburban father.

"Have you ever been recorded...um-" Jimin swallowed hard, moving closer to hide in the shadows of the night. "Doing it?"

You tilted your head back to look at Jimin again, he wasn't playing around. You lifted the corners of your lips, a husky laugh on your part.

“You fucking freak” You scoffed.

"I can show you my films if you want to."

"Yeah, sure-" you huffed, taking a step back.

"Pick one." Jimin took your arm, the look in his eyes was daring. "Pick someone here. Anyone."

Your gaze rolled around the party until it stopped at the sweet Maeve who was singing karaoke next to her husband, a martini in her hands. Surprisingly, Maeve was a crowd favorite.

Jimin smiled evilly. "Do you want to know if Mrs. Johnson enjoys being recorded?"

No, you wrinkled your nose.

Your eyes softened at the thought of Jimin arranging the camera to focus on Maeve's cobalt eyes, curiosity flowing faster than alcohol.

"I thought so." Jimin offered you his hand and surprisingly, yours landed on his before he could say no. "Be like the one she's had too much to drink, we need an excuse to get out of here."

In the end, Jimin was right. The only thing he needed to get you into his bed was a little alcohol and a little bit of you.

Jimin's house had so few lights that when you entered it took you a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. The lamps illuminated the corners, the pieces of newspapers with his reviews on the living room wall, his photo on several of them.

Leaving the party wasn't as difficult as they both thought because everyone was so drunk that they didn't even notice his absence, even Hoseok who was winning his useless poker game.

Now you were with your legs crossed on the leather furniture, your boot clattered on the floor waiting for Jimin who was in the hallway, he had put on reading glasses that made him look older than he was but you loved thinking about that little girl. fantasy that he was about to give you a class.

Jimin muttered the letter M over and over again until he found Maeve between Mad Max and The Magnificent Seven. Handwritten with a green marker it said: Maeve: June 3rd, After the Twins' Birthday.

"Here it is." A nostalgic smile appeared on Jimin's face. You followed his steps with your eyes until you reached the small VCR in front of the television.

"It bothers you?" You took a joint out of your purse, but Jimin denied it, crawling to the furniture and positioning himself between your legs, his glasses reflecting a certain emotion that you couldn't decipher. But he looked comfortable, happy to be able to present one of his works, his hand caressing your thigh while he lit the joint.

"On the contrary, I believe that substance use enriches the experience." Now it was Jimin's turn to take your breath into his, but his hand was rough and he clenched your jaw to get you off. You didn't complain, that's how you liked it. "Speaking of substances, brandy?"

“Please,” you coughed, your eyes stinging. You looked around the room as he stood.

Jimin went to the open kitchen that joined the living room, his gaze and body were already adapted to the blackness of the apartment. There was only the light from the television and a small lamp at the end of the hallway that led to his study.

"Are you going to explain to me how you got frigid Maeve Johnson to let you do this or..."

"Of course, I just let Hoseok do the hard work of casting and convincing."

"Hoseok? Your neighbor Hoseok?"

"Yeah, he's like my producer if you want to call it that." The coppery liquid settled in the glasses, leaving a pleasant woody smell in the air.

"And what do you gain from that?"

Jimin turned around and looked at you impatiently.

"Have a drink before you start, it will surely be strong for you."

"You don't know me, Park." You responded, sitting closer to him to take the glass he offered you, a small drink.

It was enough.

Your swollen and tinted lips closed with his in a tender and passive kiss, Jimin breathed deeply without closing his eyes. He placed both glasses on the table without taking off his eyes of the screen and put his hands on your waist. The tips of his fingers touched your curves above the silk of his dress, turning from a caress to a rapture.

"Mphmf" You took off laughing a little, the weed had you smiling and Jimin loved that. He loved it when his girls started laughing sheepishly at their own fantasies.

"Shall we begin?" Jimin held the controller in his hands and pressed the button.

Hoseok is the first image you make out on the screen, his lips pursed as he fixes the camera.

"You're sure?" Could be heard behind the sudden movements of the camera.

"Mhm, it's just something I like to keep in case I want to see your face moaning my name again."

Hoseok takes off just as Maeve blushes and rolls her eyes at him. His movements were light, and his shoulders didn't seem as tense as those of the woman at the party.

"Is she on drugs?" Asked.

"No, she only drank two glasses of wine before starting. The three of us were a little tipsy."

A pale figure approaches Maeve and removes the low tail she has, surprisingly, this makes the woman relax even more. Seeing the hands massaging her shoulders you realize it's Jimin.

"Is she ready yet?" she murmured.

"The only thing missing is the boom," Hoseok responded by teasing Maeve about her beauty.

"Quickly, I can't wait any longer." Jimin laughed flirtatiously, approaching Maeve's neck to leave a couple of chaste kisses. Johnson closed her eyes.

"Almost there," Hoseok complained before the sound changed from a crisp sound to a sleeker one. Now you could hear Jimin's lips smack.

"Action," Maeve laughed and the two boys laughed at her. Hoseok was no longer in front of the screen. But you could hear the dragging of a chair and a belt being removed. Voyeurism, interesting.

What happens next is just what you thought, but you still couldn't stop watching Maeve being completely devoured by a man who was, surely, her first experience fucking her and having her be the center of attention.

The camera focused on her and her alone. But you couldn't stop watching Jimin in the corners, he was a damn artist with his body. He was not the protagonist but without him, there was no dance.

Hoseok was breathing hard behind the camera throughout the entire movie.

When Maeve was sweating and panting on the furniture right where you were sitting, the screen went black.

You looked at Jimin, his mouth resting on his knuckles. The light from the static emitted a pale light on his body, you could see how seriously he had taken the film, he had only moved to take a couple of sips of brandy without taking his eyes off the screen.

"What do you think about it?"

There were no words that could describe the feeling Jimin had when he heard the three words that left your lips.

"I want one." You had a feline smile. Jimin knew you were sick, but you looked like you had fallen from the sky that summer afternoon.

Park's head shook, nodding quickly.

As he stood up from the furniture, he felt as if his body was going to lean forward, perhaps he had drunk too much brandy.

"Woah, are you okay?" You held his arm, but he nodded instantly.

"Yes, sorry is the excitement." He laughed walking down the hallway, each step echoing off the walls of his brain. Something was wrong, but he couldn't stop now. He had to look for his camera.

He searched for the keys in his pocket until he found the key to the study, turned on the lights, and looked for a tool in the corner of the room. Upon entering the studio, it surprised you how many plants, lamps, and furniture of different sizes and shapes there were.

Maeve had surely been something improvised, but now Jimin and Hoseok had vast resources to create something first-class.

"You can take a seat wherever you like, I'll take care of the rest." The man stammered, putting the batteries in the camera.

"What camera is it?"

"It's a Sony BetaMovie, I love how the colors look in the image." He swallowed hard because when he got up, the room seemed to spin. "Shit."

"Come, I'll help you. Take a seat." Your voice guided Jimin to a white piece of furniture near a window. Your hands brushed the hair from his forehead and he smiled. You really were everything he needed.

"I'll put the cassette on while you rest. You hit the joint too fast." You laughed before placing a sweet kiss on his lips, Jimin's cock throbbed as he felt the softness and heat emanating from your body.

“Quick,” he whispered, watching you put the device on the tripod.

His eyebrows rose at how quickly you set up the camera and sound. Even better than Hoseok, he dared to say.

Where was Hoseok?

Jimin's heart started to beat fast as you let your ass fall into his lap, a hiss coming from him as he put both of his hands behind his head. Your hips began to move back and forth, and the fabric of his jeans rubbed roughly against his cock.

"Fuck." He mumbled, looking up, lips parted into an oval. The room stopped moving when you started playing with his hair. "You're s-so fucking cute. I like you so much, I-I don't want to share you w-with that bastard Hoseok."

You laughed at his babbling. He was so excited that if you touched his cock he was sure to cum in seconds. You flattened your tongue against his jugular and felt the growl he made.

"You're so fucking cruel. C'mon, take my fucking cock out."

"Do it yourself, you lazy fuck." You whispered, leaving a hickey on his collarbone.

Jimin obeyed as fast as his clumsy hands could, he didn't know what was happening to him but he didn't care. Maybe what he smoked wasn't weed but if you were in the same state, things were fine.

Everything was perfect.

"Take that fucking dress off. God, I wish you had that pink leotard on."

With both hands on the edges of the dress, you lifted it until your naked body was visible.

"You're breathtaking, baby."

"I know." You kissed him with so much hunger that the taste of blood began appearing between your tongues, but none of you knew whose. You raised your legs to remove the wet panty, you held Jimin's cock in your entrance, and your fingers felt the veins that were pulsing frantically. "Don't you dare cum without me"

"Just ride me, baby, please. I feel like I will die if you don't." He sounded desperate, on the verge of crying. "Nice and slow, let the camera see how good you can take it." Jimin gasped with every inch you let into your tight pussy. Both hands went to his mouth muffling his moans when you sat straight up on his cock, leaving nothing out.

You bit your lower lip in a smile, you pulled him closer to your body and he buried his face in your neck. Right where you wanted it.

"I know you have my key." You whispered.

Jimin pressed his fingers on your hip to make you stop. Fuck.

"What are you-?" The air was forced from Jimin's lungs as his rib bent in pain. The warmth of his blood damaged the new T-shirt.

You had stabbed him, he didn't know what it was but he could feel the thin edge moving menacingly inside him. A guttural sound came from him as you rotated the handle of the knife.

"You were the one who entered my house."

Jimin laughed, the lightness that losing blood caused him ecstasy.

"I didn't tell you to stop moving, you slut," he growled in your ear, your pussy clenched around him, he noticed and smiled even more. You were so done with him. You grabbed a fistful of hair from his head to get a better look at him.

He was a fucking liar, you told yourself as you held his head, his eyelids fluttering with the errant movement of your hips. If you had drunk the brandy that he offered you, you would be in that state, the same one that Maeve was in, the same one that everyone on every cassette in the hallway was surely in.

"Where is the key?"

Jimin couldn't stop smiling, he grabbed your chin and pulled you closer to leave wet kisses on your lips. His tongue playing with yours. A fight of teeth and saliva.

"What do you need it for"

"It's not your damn problem."

"Then I don't have the key."

You were sick of his games, you bit his bottom lip so hard it bled. That along with a sit on his cock made him so sensitive.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK." He hissed on your chest, he did not know if it was for pleasure or because you were taking out the blade from his body. Thick, white cum pouring down your legs.

"Okay, then. I'll just do it myself."

The last thing Jimin remembers is your head smashing his to unconsciousness. Bliss, pure heaven after the torture of having to love and deal with you.

He was fucked.

And here was Jimin, his eyes were like two black bullets pointing in your direction.

And there you were, helping Nancy arrange the gifts on the Baby Shower table. You dressed so casually and sweetly. You smiled as if nothing had happened.

Jimin inhaled sharply and felt his rib sting under the gauze protecting the wound. By luck, or rather experience, you didn't hit a vital organ. Which to him is surprising.

"This is what you get for not telling me to go with you," Hoseok served Jimin the punch filled with cubes of fruit, it was too sweet but since it was Maeve's party it had to be kid-friendly.

Hoseok didn't know about your act, he only knows that there is a tape of what happened, and what hurts Jimin the most is that he doesn't even have it. You took him away, you left his house in a mess looking for the key, and all the tapes scattered on the floor. It took full days to fix them.

"Now you're dedicated to being a full-time dad."

"Sorry, I have to do my job."

Jimin looked up at his partner, he wanted to tell him to go to hell, to him and to everyone else. But Park Jimin was always a sweet, calm, and helpful neighbor. Today he gave the excuse of having a migraine so he could sit and be quiet, so he could see you through his sunglasses.

"Did you at least fuck her?"

Jimin looked at his empty glass, a small smile threatening to tug at his corners.

"It's the best work I've done so far." He responded after a long silence.

"Fuck, man," Hoseok complained, thinking of all the possibilities.

"I can't take this anymore, I'm going outside for a cigarette."

"Don't stay too long, we almost announce the gender."

What a weird fucking sentence, Jimin thought taking, his pack out of his pockets.

"Care to share one?" You said and Jimin's body hair rose like static.

You wore sunglasses just like him, and you carried two glasses of rum and soda.

"You can take that fucking drink and choke with it."

“Mm,” you smiled. "Someone is not in a good mood."

"Do you know I can sue you for what you did?"

You laughed heartily covering your lips, Park's stomach altered. Of course, he couldn't, you already knew about his deepest secret, and you had the evidence. God knows Jimin was in your hands and you didn't need much to close it and crush him.

"Where's the tape?"

"Where's my key?"

"I don't have your fucking key."

"Then you can forget about your tape, sweetheart." You mumbled under your breath before stealing the cigarette from him. Jimin's hand turned into a fist.

You walked languidly down the sidewalk, Jimin following slowly behind you. You knew.

When they arrived at the house they both stayed at the entrance door. Your hands are arranged behind your back.

"Open the door."

"I thought you were going to come in through the window like you did before."

"ENOUGH!" Park shouted, scaring you, luckily there was no one around. "This is not a game."

"It is."

"No, it's not. You came to ruin my life."

"And you don't help solve it."

"The only way this problem will be solved is if you get out of Montenegro."

"Or if one of us ends up dead."

Jimin frowned, and you smiled. You were playing again. What a fucking tease.

Before the staring game continued, a noise inside the house caught both of your attention. To Jimin's surprise, it seemed like you didn't know what the noise was either.

No, quite the opposite.

"What's that?"

“Fuck,” you muttered before pulling out your keys and opening the door as quickly as possible. "Do not enter." You were frantic, scared. Jimin did the complete opposite.

"I told you not to come in,"

"Please help."

"Jimin Park, if you want to stay alive I swear-"

The man pushed you aside to follow the trail of blood that ran from the basement door to the living room and kitchen. When he got to the door, there was a woman tied up trying to open the door with a knife. Her hands were tied with gray tape, she was wearing dirty work clothes and she smelled horrible.

When the girl saw Jimin she became alert and she went to him on her knees, hands above her so that he could help.

"JI-" you swallowed hard, entering the kitchen. "No."

"Shh. I'll take care of it."

In the blink of an eye, Jimin's gaze changed to that of a monster. The woman noticed, got up on her weak legs, and ran through the kitchen to the stairs where she stumbled so hard that her knees couldn't take it anymore.

"No Please!" the woman screamed into Jimin's hand muffling her cries, Jimin's free arm chaining itself to her weak neck squeezing tightly. She moved like a fish out of water for a few seconds until only small spasms remained.

"Shh, I have a migraine. God."

You watched from the start of the stairs, your body trembling and your heart beating in your esophagus about to vomit it up. When he turned to see you there was a smile on his face, red with effort.

This was the card Jimin needed to match.

"The time I came into your house, you weren't the one making all that noise." He gasped, releasing the lifeless body from his arm.

"I do not know what are you talking about." You stuttered, taking a couple of steps back.

Knock, knock.

If you could, your racing heart would have already been on the ground.

"Hello, are you there? Nancy wants you to be there for the reveal."

Zuri's voice chilled your blood. You looked at Jimin and then at the body on the stairs.

Jimin trapped you between the door and his body, you looked up into his eyes.

"Let me guess, my little girl doesn't know how to hide a body."

It hurt you to say it but: "Help me, please." You whispered into Jimin’s lips and didn’t have to say more.

"Be like the one who was leaving the kitchen in ten seconds, wait for the second ring."

You nodded, watching Jimin lift your victim's body until he disappeared through the basement door. You fixed your hair and your dress, and you walked around the bloody kitchen.

"Are you there?" Said Zuri again.

"Yes, one second." You walked quickly trying not to slip on the red liquid on your heels. You opened and closed the door as quickly and subtly as possible. "Sorry, work."

"Oh, no. I understand, sorry." Zuri said with the sweetest smile on her lips.

"I'll be there in about ten minutes."

"Ten, of course. I'll inform the boss." She winked before walking down the sidewalk to the other row of houses.

You sighed before walking back into the mess, Jimin was standing with his shoulder covered in someone else's blood, hair fluttering, and cheeks flushed from the effort.

Your angel.

"There's blood on you... everywhere," your voice trembled.

"What an insightful observation, darling." He laughed, cleaning his hands with his jeans.  

When you both saw each other, there was something undeniable between, and as if pulled by threads, both were attracted to each other until they collided in a kiss with arms intertwined in your bodies. Jimin knew in your arms that heaven was in the middle of chaos.

Jimin's hands traced the lines of your body until he reached the back of your thighs and lifted you so that you were chained to his waist. His rib burned with pain and he was sure the wound was opening again, but it did not matter now.

You two were even.

You gasped as you felt his hands squeeze your ass with anger.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm done with your bullshit."

Your eyelids drooped as you felt his soft lips leave kiss after kiss until your lips did not come away, the undeniable taste of weed and rum. Sweet and dangerous. His tongue entered your mouth, playing with yours, circling until he sucked it, a docile bite that made you moan.

Why did he still want you even after you stabbed him and made him ejaculate, intoxicated?

"Look at you doubting yourself." You said right in time when the silence became evident.

Jimin's blood boiled at your mockery and he led you to the furniture in your small living room. The sofa was still wrapped in plastic and the crisp sound of your body falling into the cushions excited you. A hand on your neck squeezing enough for you to open your mouth for air, the blood of your victim staining your pretty dress and skin.

Out of nowhere, Jimin took out a knife from his pocket and your hair stood on end, your pussy getting wet when he slowly ran it over your chest until he broke your bust and left your nipples exposed.

"Where's the tape?" He asked bringing the sharp tip to one of your nipples, the cold of the metal making your toes curl.

"There's no tape." You smiled biting your lip. Jimin let go of your neck to slap you so hard that he took away your smile.

"Say that again." He was fuming, his wide nose searching for air to calm himself, teeth biting the inside of his cheek.

"There. Is. No. Tape. Park. I just prepped the camera and left it off."

He didn't understand why you felt so proud when it was clear that he could push the blade through your chest, but your nipples were getting hard and saliva was pooling in his mouth.

"Why is there no tape, you fucking cunt?" His fingers squeezed your chin so you would stop watching him play with your tits.

"Because I want to be the one who has it."

Jimin frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Open that box." You pointed at the table next to the couch. It was the only box that looked used and worn. With the same knife, Jimin opened the box and felt a rush throughout his body, almost like vomiting.

A Sony BetaMovie, new in the box. His dazed and disoriented gaze went to yours.

"It arrived this morning."

"Oh, you didn't."

"I want my own film. No Hoseok, no drugs, just you. I saw you in the other ones while you were drugged and God," Your pupils shone with such grace and prayer that Jimin didn't understand.

"N-no, this is not how it works." The only thing he could do was laugh.

"But it can."

You began to kiss his fingers, one by one, giving him the necessary attention. "You just need to let me put the VHS inside and we can start."

Jimin denied it as he let his guard down. You got up and improvised a tripod out of boxes until the camera was right in the center where you could see the couch and Jimin sitting, without understanding what the hell was happening.

Having the VHS and pressing 'Rec', you turned back to Jimin. You kissed his cheeks and his neck, he moaned a few times, closing his eyes.

"In this one, you're my main star." You whispered in his ear and his cock hardened until it hurt. "Use me, please."

A growl from him.

He snatched your body from his side until he had you in his lap, your chest pressed against his knees. With the edge of the knife, he spread your legs and spat on his fingers.

"I wish I could kill you right now." He murmured entering two slender fingers inside your sopping cunt.

"I wish you would just shut up and fuck me like you hate me." You whimpered as his fingers collided with your entrance with pure blows. Your juices were making noise throughout the room, you grabbed a cushion, pressing your face into it.

Jimin didn't like that. "No, no, lift your face. Let me hear you cry." His fingers fisted into your hair as he thrust two more fingers in, the knife threatening to cut the inside of your thigh at any moment.

Your body trembled as his index and ring fingers curled into the gummy walls of your pussy.

"That's it, cum you fucking slut. Flirting with all the husbands at the party, smiling at Charlie Munson in front of her stupid fucking wife, all that with your perky tits bouncing. Showing Zuri your pretty body in that leotard."

His pinky started to play with your throbbing nub until your pee came out, making a mess out of the plastic-covered furniture. Jimin laughed without stopping until he saw you trying to crawl away from him. He took his wet hand and smeared it in your mouth, you spit out the excess watching him with drooping eyelids.

"Look at the mess you made, how dare you ruin my jeans."

A rough hand collided with your right ass cheek.

"Say you're sorry." Another one, this time the left one.

"S-sorry, sir."

The name caught his fancy. You were really hanging on his hands, you were the dirtiest whore for him, and he could play with you no matter how. You were so fucking sick and he loved it.

"Sir?" He laughed, caressing the reddened skin. "That's so cute, keep doing it." He spanked you again and again.

"Please, sir, it hurts."

"Good, now come here and make me cum until it comes out of your nose," he smirked putting you between his legs. 

Your trembling and useless hands took a moment to remove Jimin's pants, revealing his defined legs that made your mouth water.

You felt the tip of the knife on your chin and you raised your head. "Take off the underwear, too."

You hurried until you found Jimin's thick cock throbbing on top of his stomach. You licked your lips unconsciously and got to work right away.

Jimin's moans were drawn out like he was going to curse and drowned it out in a grunt at the end, you loved every second of it as your tongue circled until you reached the base. The air cutting from your throat.

"Kiss it until you can taste the saltiness down your throat, angel"

"Yes, sir." You whispered, letting Jimin fuck your face, covering your ears with his hands so that you could only hear the saliva lubricating the exit and entry of Jimin's cock into your abused throat.

You closed your eyes when you felt just what he promised you. His cum enters directly into your esophagus.

His hands lifted you up in a rush, your lungs flaring for oxygen for the first time in what felt like hours.

"Open your mouth." He have demanded and you obeyed. He spit into your mouth and then closed it with his fingers. "You belong to me, slut."

"Yes, sir." Your words seemed like blurs of what you wanted to say.

Your body was arranged on the furniture with your legs on your chest and Jimin squatting on top of you. He was going to hurt you but it was going to feel so good.

Your juices lubricated your entrance and your asshole, shining with the afternoon light that was scattered through the curtains. Jimin wanted to break you so bad that he grabbed the back of your ankles and spread you even wider until your pussy revealed your dark, hot insides.

Aiming the tip of his cock he rammed you hard until you screamed, biting Jimin's arm. The blood of others staining your bodies, Jimin's wound hurt so deliciously that the stain on his tissues became bigger and bigger.

You couldn't hold it in and you dug your finger into the gauze making Jimin's eyes widen, a roar came out of him and he held your neck squeezing so hard that your face started to turn red. However, you smiled, going dumb with his dick.

Jimin's eyes threatened to go black with pleasure and pain. Your pussy felt like wet silk. It was warm and cozy. He could die fucking that tight hole until the last spurt of semen was also his last breath.

Damn succubus, that's what you were. You smiled like a demon and fucked like an angel.

The angle ended up making you cum a second time, making your walls throb.

"Oh my God, keep doing that." Jimin grabbed your body in a ball until he covered you completely with his body and fucked you with short, desperate strokes, like an animal in heat.

As he came he felt like his soul was ripped out.

"Fucking love you, love your-...I hope you get pregnant with my warm cum deep inside your stomach."

You rolled your eyes.

"Oh, honey. If this ain't the one, we can try again." You promised.

"This is the last time you'll see me," Jimin promised back.

And there it was, oh the gods must have blessed you with such a perfect smile because even though he knew he was screwed, he was still in love.

In a quick and agile movement, you were now the one holding the knife and pointing it directly at the bleeding wound.

"I have a game." You smiled slowly positioning yourself to ride him.

The cum bursting out, warm and viscous to his pelvis. Jimin kept looking at you with a tense stomach.

"Let's play Guess who accidentally gave Cosette one of his movies instead of giving her A Clockwork Orange."

No no no. No.

"No." Jimin tried to get up but you raised the knife to his throat with menacing eyes.

"Knowing Cosette, it will be the last one she watches because of the explicit themes. But you must be on time."

They both looked at the clock on the wall. It was 4:55. Cosette always started the movies after coming home from chess club.

Five minutes or it was going to be a total disaster. Chaos. Jimin had shown Cosette porn, his porn.

"Here's the solution: I give you my car key and you either leave to stop her or let the whole neighborhood know that you traumatized Marcus's poor little daughter with your sick hobby."

Park's eyes stung as two tears fell to his temples.

"If you say the first, that means you will take the key on my conditions."

And this was where Jimin knew that he had made the wrong move.

He was trapped everywhere. Checkmate.

"Fuck you," his voice trembled.

You lowered the knife disappointed, and you sighed.

"Well, if you wish."

The handle of the knife collided with Jimin's forehead letting the pain dissipate with a deep sleep.

The first thing Jimin could smell was artificial pine, then the selage of your perfume. His eyes struggled to open as the blood from his forehead had dried onto his eyelids. It was dark, it was night around him and he could only see the road along until it plunged into darkness. He doesn't remember going out anywhere, much less somewhere so barren. His neck moved little by little until he reached a small market illuminated by white and purple lights.

Jim's Stop Sign, read an old, disused sign.

A bell rang as a woman was let out, it was you.

Shit.

Jimin tried to lift his sleepy body but he was tied to the seat. His body shook with every step you took towards the car. Now that Jimin realized, it was your car.

As you got closer he realized that you were wearing Jimin's t-shirt and the bright green leotard underneath, despite the night you were wearing sunglasses.

When you opened the door, his body was twisted with tension, waiting for you to do something.

"Oh, you woke up." You turned on the dome light, the pungent smell of blood and rotting flesh suddenly filling the car until it completely drowned out the smell of pine. Park tried to vomit but stopped himself. "I see your stomach is still sensitive, you should eat something." You pointed to the paper bag full of snacks and odds and ends like glasses and hair dye.

There was a tingle on Jimin's back but he was afraid to look at the back seat. You put the keys in and sped through the quiet night. The putrid smell subsided as you opened the window for Jimin.

"We had to leave without saying goodbye to Hoseok, I know you probably wanted to see him one last time but the body was starting to decompose and there was no remedy."

That was it, Jimin guided his eyes to the back where a long black sheath tied up who he assumed was the girl you kidnapped.

"She was the girl who had bought the house." You explained when you saw that Park didn't take his eyes off the cover that was shaking with the car. "I convinced her to have a cup of coffee when I met her at the gym and hit her in the face with a bottle of wine. I didn't know how to get rid of her, she just didn't want to die, and spent days feeding her and trying to find a solution." You bit your perfect nails with your other hand on the steering wheel.

Jimin was trying to breathe slowly.

"The solution was you all along." You smiled caressing his thigh. That made Jimin strangely relax.

"We need to find a place to bury them."

Them?

"When we get to the outskirts of Las Vegas we will be more suitable."

"Them?" Jimin’s raspy, tremulous voice touched you.

You looked at him worried, he doesn't remember.

"Cosette's body is in the back." You explained sweetly.

The vomit that his stomach held back came out when he heard those words, the viscous liquid falling on his sweater and his seat.

"Oh, Minnie, this is the second time you've done this on the trip."

"I want to go home." He cried while you stopped to clean his mess.

"We're getting there, don't worry."

"No, I want to go back to Montenegro."

"But you can't. You killed Cosette in her room, don't you remember?"

"You're a fucking liar, I'll never do that to her," he yelled so loud spit came out of his mouth. You just stayed there taking paper towels to clean his chest.

"She said very offensive stuff to you when we went to get the tape. She didn't like that a man was with her dad." You tensed your mouth in a strange smile.

"I didn't do it." He repeated it again and again.

But then again, He hated her guts. The only thing he needed was for her to snap at him once. But he couldn't, he wouldn't.

The night fell again into the silence of the car mechanics accelerating down the deserted highway toward Las Vegas. Jimin looked to the side of him: your hand was resting on the open window while your hair was fluttering in the wind, you looked tired but still murmured the lyrics the song in the radio.

Feeling Jimin's gaze, you looked out of the corner of your eye and smiled tenderly.

You got him out of a huge mess, he was grateful for that. Your hand went to the back and you removed the knot from Jimin's wrists. Looking back at Jimin you kissed the back of his hand and continued looking at the road.

The sweet act confused Jimin so much that he could only stand there looking at your profile, it reminded him of Nancy's. Appeased, away, and scheming things. His stomach was burning with love and he didn't understand it, but thinking about your furrowed eyebrows while you helped him lift Cosette's body made Jimin take you more than just appreciation.

"Did you bring a shovel?" He asked.

Closer

Pairing: Circus Clown! Hobi x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.7

Genre: Smut, Porn with a little bit of plot

Warnings: clown fucking, smut, clowns..., cursing, reader is dressed like a doll, cursing/mature language, not proofread

Smut Warnings: clown fucking...clowns, shoe humping, bondage, pet names (baby, doll, sweetheart, babe, dolly), degradation, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (don't), um crotch sniffing?, dom hobi/sub reader, sweat kink/licking, cum play, crying during sex, slight dollification, lmk if i missed anything

a/n- hello. yes, the requests that are sitting in my drafts are still coming. they will be out within the next month (80 years), but for now, we will all enjoy clown hobi.

While everyone else shied away from his smile and tricks, you couldn't help but step closer and closer to the stage. His presence alone was enough to reel you in, but that off puttingly delightful smile made the space in between your legs throb. How pathetic you were. But you ignored your conscious and lustful thoughts and gave all of your attention to the man in front of you.

He seemed to catch onto your glances and when it was time for a volunteer, his sight was set on you.

"Now! I need a volunteer! However, I'd be disappointed if I weren't able to choose the pretty little doll who's been staring at me all night." Your cheeks felt hot, they matched the red circles you painted on to complete your doll look.

Your friend nudged you and laughed, "Well, you don't want to leave him waiting right?" She pushed you closer to the stairs of the stage where he was waiting for you with an open palm.

"So you like my costume?" You whispered up at him, allowing him to help you up on the stage by your hand.

Shaking his head and chuckling, he smiled. "Yeah, do you like mine?" In this second, he dropped the creepy clown persona, showing him as a true person. But his clown smile returned once you nodded your head sheepishly.

"I'm glad you like it, Doll." Pulling you lightly to the middle of the stage, you felt the lights shine down on you in exposing heat.

"Since I have my pretty little doll to test all my tricks on, we're going to start with just a card trick for now. Nothing too hard."

You followed his instructions, allowing him to pull coins out from behind your ears and unveiling cards from your bra strap on your shoulder.

The lights, the smile he was giving you, and the whispers from the parents in the crowd. You were embarrassed, but with his fleeting touches, you didn't care.

The show didn't last for much longer, and you wish it hadn't. However, the clown could seemingly read your mind. "Don't worry Baby, I still have to clean you up in my dressing room."

Gasping at the touch of his lips against your ear, you looked at him while he walked away to greet the children and their parents that cheered him on. Dumbly, you stayed on the stage, waiting for him, that was until your best friend threw a piece of her popcorn at you, snapping you out of your daze.

"Hey! Let's go! Jeongyeon and Sana still want to see more stuff!" Shun to silence, you nodded and walked down the stairs with wobbly knees.

Momo looked at you and smirked, "He wants you."

"You think so?"

"Bitch, it's so obvious. Oh, Jeongyeon and Sana are waiting with the other girls, let's go!"

Looking back at your clown, you saw that he was already looking at you. He smiled and winked before posing with group of kids for a picture.

"I think I want him too…"

"Oh, yeah, that was obvious too. Go get him! How many times are you gonna get to fuck a hot clown? We'll live without you for a night, but only a night. I will be calling you in two hours and if you don't answer, I have your location." Momo turned serious, glaring at the happy clown who was still messing around with the crowd, this time he was shuffling his deck of cards fancily.

He had nice hands.

You wanted them in you.

You wanted him in you.

"Yeah, I'll catch you later Momo, you guys be safe too." Distracted by him, you brushed off Momo, ignoring her cackling at your behavior, and started walking back into the crowd.

Making your way to the front, you saw the clown looking down at the cards in his hand.

"Is there any trick you'd like to see me do again?" He sensed someone walking up to him but only looked up when he heard you speak.

"Maybe the one where you took the card out of my bra strap? I am still beside myself on how you did that!"

"My pretty doll! You came back! Once I saw you walking away with your friend, I was a bit worried you wouldn't come back." He tossed the deck of cards around, managing to catch every single one. It was impressive, but you were just watching his pretty hands.

"So…if I'm your doll, are you my clown?" Cringing internally, when the words came out of your mouth, you watched his reaction. His cheeks that were hidden by large red circles were covered in natural blush, the red his body created overflowing from behind the makeup.

"I mean, it would only be fair. Does my doll have a name?" Looking down at the cards in his hands, he avoided eye contact.

"Yeah." Telling him your name, you asked for his in return.

"Hoseok, is mine…but you can't go telling the kids that…to them I'm Hopey the Hopeful Clown." Laughing at himself, or more so his stage name, his eyes finally met yours again. "You were a very good volunteer up there…"

"Well, I was more so volun-told but thank you, it was fun!"

The two of you shared a laugh and smiled at each other. But you were interrupted by someone yelling at Hoseok, or Hopey in this case.

"Hey! Hopey! Last act is up, get back here!" A man dressed in a jester outfit appeared and called out to Hoseok.

"Well, I guess you have to go…" You looked behind you at the guy who had yelled but you watched him walk away.

"But that doesn't mean you can't come with me." He grinned at you. "He was the act before me and he's going home, and in a couple seconds the last act will be out." And a couple seconds passed and Hoseok pointed at the stage and that said last act appeared.

"Not sure what to say…a handsome clown asked me to go with him." Throwing his head back, he barked out a laugh.

"I can assume your worry, but I'll only hurt you if you beg for it." His words were hushed and right against your ear.

All you did was nod and give him your hand, allowing him to pull you behind the stage, into the dark.

Once you were alone, you felt Hoseok press you against the wall, hips flush together. "We're gonna have fun, aren't we?" He grabbed your face with one hand and forced your lips together, but it wasn't truly forceful as you didn't do anything to stop it and you knew you never would.

"Now, let's see what my pretty little doll is hiding under her dress." He played with the strings that held the baby doll style dress together in the back. Hoseok took one end and pulled it, then he went to the next one, and then the next, slowly, tauntingly revealing you to his eyes. "Such a pretty dolly. I knew I was onto something when I called you up to be my helper, doing exactly what I ask."

Your dress fell to the ground and next was your bra. "Gorgeous tits." He squeezed your mounds before kneeling in front of you. His eyes shone, a beautiful brown that made you never want to close your eyes again as they would hide him from you. His fingers danced up your thighs, meeting your hips before pulling your panties down. They reached your ankles and those eyes met yours again.

"Step out of these for me, please?" Of course you listened. "My good girl."

He began his journey back up your body, refusing to miss a single spot. He kissed every inch of your body before he reached your lips again. You whimpered quietly.

"Ah, baby, you're gonna have to tell me what you want." His breath was warm against your ear, a nice contrast to the chilled air nipping at your exposed skin.

"I want you to fuck me." Hoseok laughed at your shivers, he could feel your pebbled nipples through his shirt, but instead of the cold, he figured that was because of him.

"But baby, you know I'm a big mean scary clown. If I fuck you, I'm gonna have a little fun while I do it." His words went through one ear and straight out the other, you just rapidly nodded your head, doing anything at this point so he would touch you.

Hoseok left you standing against the wall for one second. He went back to his station and grabbed the never-ending fabric he had pulled out of his mouth during his show.

"Are you gonna let this big mean scary clown tie your arms behind your back?" With the way he was speaking to you mixed with the sinister smile that decorated his lips, the right thing to do would be to decline.

Nodding your head in consent, you allowed him to move your body the way he wanted. Pulling your arms behind your back, he wrapped the fabric around your elbows and all the way to your wrists, granting you absolutely no freedom in movement of your arms.

"Now, my silly little doll, I can smell your cunt from up here and my, it's wet. But I need you absolutely dripping before I'm going to stick my cock anywhere near your loose, slutty hole, okay?" Afraid to say the wrong thing, you just nodded and let him continue. "So, what you're gonna do is get on your knees, and hump that pussy against my shoe, okay?"

His language and tone made you feel stupid. It was like he had to dumb down what he was saying for you to understand it. Nevertheless, you followed his instructions.

Sinking to your knees, feeling the dirt below you, you moved closer to the giant shoe he had stepped forward.

Lowering your cunt down on the leather, you looked up at him, waiting for direction of any kind. But all you were offered was that same sickeningly sweet smile. Rutting your hips forward, you started doing what he had asked. It hurt more that it felt good, the laces of the shoe rubbed your clit raw and the slick leather didn't offer enough to get off with, however, you continued, because Hoseok still hadn't told you to stop.

Looking down at your movements, to see if you were missing something that could help you, you saw that there wasn't any dry speck on his shoe anymore, all of it has been drenched with you.

Horrified at yourself for being this way, you looked up at him, praying for a distraction from how fucked up you had become in your life. Finally, one of your hopes had been well received. Hoseok unzipped his balloon pants and lowered them and his briefs just enough for his cock to pop out. A shining bead of precum was leaking out of the tip, and you wanted nothing more than to taste him.

With one hand stroking his cock, Hoseok moved his free one behind your head, pushing you to where his balls hung.

"C'mon baby, let me know if they smell good." Forcefully, he pushed your face into his groin. The only thing to breathe in was him. He was sweaty, musty, and salty and you couldn't do anything but keep humping against his shoe like a bitch in heat. Your head was all foggy, you needed something more. You needed him.

“Please, please touch me.” Your voice was muffled from his cock. But he still heard you, and he was going to make you say it again. Gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail, he yanked your head back.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Hoseok laughed, manically, at your suffering. And now, your pain as tears started to run down your cheeks from him fisting your hair.

“Please touch me. I need you.” Voice choked back from the tears that clogged your throat you forced out the words, pleading for him to do more.

Hoseok lifted up his shoe and lightly kicked your cunt. You yelped at the contact but followed it with a moan. Laughing again at you, Hoseok gripped your arms and picked you up.

Trying to steady yourself from the change in altitude and recent blocked airways, you weren't able to as your arms were still locked against your back. You had to trust Hoseok to not let you fall, but he held your body tightly to his chest along with having you pressed against the brick wall.

The tears still haven't stopped but you didn't know if you were scared now or from the lack of cumming, you assumed the second.

"I must be the luckiest clown in the world. Such a pretty little doll, getting wet over me performing. My, you're a mess aren't you? Drooling all over yourself, dripping onto the ground…how rude would it be for me to leave you here in your own mess?"

Shaking your head, terrified of him leaving you like this. "I'll do anything, please just touch me!"

"Nah, I wouldn't do that, you're too pretty and, I saw Jin, the mime, looking at you too. I couldn't let him touch you…you're mine." Dipping his head lower, to your chest, his lips against your nipples, he whispered, "My pretty little doll."

Wrapping his lips against your pebbled nipples, he kissed, sucked, and bit them. Every time you made a noise, he'd do it harder. He'd suck harder or bite harder.

Jerking your hips up, he switched to the other side. Looking down at him, you saw the mix of red lipstick and spit that covered your once clean skin.

"Come on, Hoseok, please. Just fuck me, we can do all this another time." You were desperate, delirious even, too wrapped up in the bubble Hoseok had formed around the two of you.

"Well, if there's gonna be a next time, I suppose I'll just savoir you then. As of right now, you've been my good girl, I'll give you what you want."

You felt Hoseok's hands wrap around the back of your thighs, gripping the flesh and hoisting you up and into the air.

Feeling his cock brush against your dripping cunt, you gasped at the connection. "Alrighty babe, you're gonna take me so well, I just know it."

Hoseok moved all your weight onto one arm and used his free hand to grab his cock and line him up with your waiting, wanton hole.

With one fluid thrust, he was buried to the hilt. Your eyes flew open, wide in pleasure as your head was thrown back.

"Move, please!"

Instead of saying something, teasing you, he listened. Immediately thrusting in and out of your cunt, he smiled at you.

Moan after moan poured after your mouth.

"Doll, you know there's a show going on. You'd hate to ruin it with your beautiful sounds, right?" He didn't wait for your response. Instead, he slipped two of those beautiful fingers between your parted lips. You closed them around his digits and sucked with the occasional nibble to his finger nails.

"You're being so good for me. After this, we're gonna go out, and I'll bring back the makeup if you get this wet every time."

Smiling around his fingers, you closed your eyes in pleasure. You could feel his dick throb against your walls, and with that extra feeling plus the constant taps against your g-spot, you were close.

You tried to tell him, but his fingers made it difficult. But it was too late anyways, the bubble inside you bursted suddenly and liquid rushed out of you, soaking Hoseok's cock. Your walls throbbed and constricted around him.

Moaning around his fingers, he groaned out loud, before pulling out and shoving you to your knees.

Rapidly jerking off in front of your face, he moaned before cumming onto your painted cheeks. Breathing heavy, he bent down to your level before running his fingers through the stripes of cum he left. Hoseok lightly rubbed it in, mixing it with the makeup.

"Now, my doll is perfect, but I suppose she was perfect before this." You smiled at him despite the stickiness in your face.

"Let's get you cleaned up, there's a bathroom in the information center for employees only and as my assistant, I think I can make an exception."

*waves shyly* Nagito Halloween smut 🥺 You know what I like🥰

Hey love! Of course I'll write you a Halloween themed Nagito ❤

⚠︎Warnings:Yandere, obsessive, resemblesDubcon, blood, gore, stalking, breeding, no condoms⚠︎

It's a dark Halloween night when Y/N was out in her Halloween costume, she wore a slutty red riding hood costume for a party.

The skirt rode up her thighs and provided no warmth from the harsh cold month of October. She knew there was a rampid ghoul on the lose, The Lover they call him, but she didn't care for it, thinking it's just some rumors for Halloween.

She left her home after dark to search for the party, unfortunately she wasn't the best with directions and got lost. She wandered for nearly 20 minutes before coming upon a park. There was a large oak tree that cast shadows over the park. The moonlight filtered through its leaves creating soft shadows. She walked up to the big tree and sat against its trunk. Y/N pulled out her phone to check for any messages, she had given up looking for the party. She wouldn't even notice the tall dark figure lurking near, not until she heard him speak.

"What is a sweet girl like you doing out this late? Don't you know how dangerous it is with scum like me around?" He taunted a bit, she turned to see a tall, lean male with white hair and the greyest eyes. He didn't seem like he tried much for Halloween, just some 'fake' blood thrown on him like a mess, other then that he was in normal clothing.

You turn your nose and scoff

"What's it to you? You're not even properly dressed to be out here" You report, however you couldn't deny you felt captured by his gaze. it was something about him that lured you to him. It was almost hypnotic, you barely even got that retort out.

He chuckled, finding you quite entertaining, seeing your feeble attempts to avoid him, he began walking towards you. He stopped inches away from you. "Why don't I walk you home? I promise to make sure you're protected", he asked softly. His voice sounded so seductive like it was trying to lull you into believing everything would be okay.

" S-sure.. better in parties of two right? " she spoke with a shy voice, she was slowly falling for his lure, his sky smirk was all it took for her to willingly take him to her home.

She stood up and grabbed her jacket and shoes, "Let's go" she said softly.He offered his arm to escort her back home while keeping an eye on her. Once again the two were walking through the dark streets of the city. Y/N could feel his warm touch against her hand and she found herself relaxing in his presence."I'm Y/N, by the way". She said shyly."My name is Nagito Komaeda, pleasure to meet you Y/N" he replied kindly and with a smile. They soon arrived to her apartment, walking in together, she would go to the kitchen to make dinner for the two.

"sorry I didn't expect company heh.. but what do you like to eat? I can make some chicken wings! " she said with a smile as she looked through her cabinet, not realizing he was slowly coming up behind her until she felt his hot breath against her neck and his hands holding her hips.

"you know.. I'm feeling more of thigh guy, I'm sure you don't mind right love? " he purrs as his hand moves to grab her thigh, just as she is sighing in pleasure his teeth sank into her neck, her blood tasted so sweet.. too sweet.. She screamed in pained pleasure, she didn't realize she was caught in the clutches of the Lover, it was then he realized something and moved from her neck, licking her stonging skin, his saliva having a healing property. He looked at her with a harsh stare, looking over her. She could see her own blood on his faces, his sharp fangs and his long tongue licking the blood.

"I'm feeling lucky tonight, I'll give you a choice, submit to me, give me a part of you to consume and be my sweet mate and survive or.. fight it and see how far you can get" he taunts sweetly, she felt funny, she felt hot. Did he have a venom? She shuttered and thought for a moment before speaking.

"M-My right eye.. I don't see well out of it anyways" some would call her crazy for doing this, she just couldn't resist him.

His smirk widened as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to the bedroom . As they entered she gasped in pain as he roughly pressed her onto the bed, straddling her as he leaned down to kiss her neck again, "now let me taste it" his voice was low, she whimpered in response, he growled lowly, licking her neck again before biting it, this time less aggressive but more feral. It was like he was in heat, rutting up against her with a feral need. She whimpered as he continued sucking and biting her skin, his teeth grazing her throat and drawing blood from it. When she was finished, she cried out in pain as she saw blood on her clothes and on his lips."You will be mine now, I will consume you and be happy" his voice seemed deeper now, she felt his throbbing cock press against her weeping cunt, growling against her neck he slammed himself into her, taking her whole.

She screamed in pleasured pained, squirming under him as he pounds into her, breeding her, taking her as his. She feels so full, her walls tightening with every thrust of his hard cock. She could feel her climax approaching, his thrusts becoming more forceful and faster, she could feel a wave of euphoric bliss roll off him as he releases inside of her. He moaned loudly as the last bit of cum dripped from his leaking cock, filling her full of his seed. He groaned with a sly smirk

"Now rest, you'll be mated to me when you awake my love" He bit her neck one last time, she suddenly felt very tired, the pleasure she felt fading from her, "Sleep my lovely little Y/N, rest.. and remember your place, you belong to me now..."he whispered against her ear before kissing her passionately once more, now he will extract her promise to him and for the final piece of their mating rituals as a ghoul and human

Horror Convention || No. 9 Gloryhole w/ Horror Characters x Fem! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 1995

Warnings: gloryhole, free use, exhibition, overstimulation, large cock, vaginal sex, gangbang if you squint, vagianl fingering, mask kink, stranger sex, cosplaying oral sex, blow jobs, hand job, spit as lube, multiple orgasms,

You were going to a horror convention, it was your first one and you couldn't be more excited to go. You were wearing a slutty freddy krueger outfit excluding the knife coves because they sold out at the spirit halloween. It was too late to buy any online. You were wearing a ripped up black and red cropped top, a jean mini skirt, some stressed thigh-highs and wedges.

When you finally got inside the convention center, there were a lot of things going on with an unsettling low amount of security personnel around. It was a bit overwhelming but you were going to push through it just fine. It was full of cosplaying horror characters, new and old, popular and niche. Even horror shorts films, tv shows and games.

“Can I take a picture with you? I really like the freddy outfit,” the muffled voice of a guy said behind an old respirator.

Oh yeah sure, I like your outfit too. It's from my bloody valentine right?” you lean into the guy so he could take the photo. The guy pulls you close to him for the picture, then he turns to face you.

“Yeah I've had this for a while now.” he laughs and crosses his arm.

“Well it's super cool, practically identical to the movie.” you look him up and down, he was a carbon copy of the original.

“A bunch of my buddies and staff are hosting an event on the west wing in an hour. You should totally go. “ The Harry warden cosplayer handed a pass for the event. ‘Glory Horror’ printed on the card.

“Yeah I will be there.” you nod and take the pass. You can't believe you got an event pass for free.

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An hour had passed, you had bought a scream poster, a friday the 13th shirt and the regret of your shoe choices. You push past the last part and make your way to the event. It was a ways away from everything else which was a bit suspicious but not enough for you to turn around. You show the bouncer guy your pass and ID, because you guess this is an 18 plus event.

You take a seat in the front, the seats were really comfortable. The lights were dim and the walls around the panel looked sound proof. This was super fancy for a panel. It makes you wonder what's going to happen, especially with how fast the room is getting filled with horror fans such as yourself. Most of them were wearing masks from what you can see in the dark space.

A bright red stage light hits the middle of the stage. The familiar guy from earlier that gave you your pass to this event walks to the center. Two other people dragged something onto the stage behind him, also dressed up, one looked like Amanda the pig from the jigsaw moves or the dead by daylight game. The other person was dressed like the monster from Jeepers creepers. There was a large box with a set of holes of different sizes, odd but you find the tv and cameras placed inside and outside the box.

“Welcome to this year's Glory Horror event. Many of you who know about this event already know what's up, but for our virgin Marys let me explain what’s up.” Harry warden cosplayer says through the microphone, his mask muffling his words.

“We’re going to pick a lucky Slasher Slut in the audience to go into the box.” The man snickered as the crowd went wild. Harry looked into the group of seated people, presumably to find someone to put in the box.

“Anything goes when you're behind the veil.” he points to the closed door.

You look around the audience that you were in and they all seemed excited to either be picked or see who was going to end up being picked. You just stare at everyone in confusion.

“You, are you willing to take a dive into carnal pleasures and try out the box?” He points to you from the crowd, when you point to yourself he nods. You stand up, nerves run down your spine as you walk onto the stage. You were surprised with how excited every person in the audience seemed to be that you got picked.

“What am I supposed to do?” you asked while looking at the box.

“It's pretty self explanatory, but you get in the box, the cameras are already set up, we gave you a screen to see the reactions you're giving people.” You nod at him and step into the box, it was large and you could stand up right without being seen by anyone, not counting the screen that was broadcasting you to the outside.

“You can strip down any point and if you want out of the box just push the button to unlock the door.

“You want me to do what now.” you asked from behind the wall, your voice muffled mostly.

“Strip, take off those slutty clothes and either open that pretty mouth or a hole. Prepared to get stuffed in whichever you choose and you can switch at whatever time doll.

You think for a moment, you could back out right now but a part of you wanted to see what happened. With a shaky breath you take off your freddy krueger fit and finally take off your dreadful shoes. You were just in your bra and underwear, taking a seat on your knees in the middle. The bigger hole was covered with a black sheet.

A knock on one of the sides catches your attention, you turn your head and your eyes widen. A veiny cock filled the hole, making it look smaller than it was and it makes your mouth water. You looked over at your screen to see what you're working with, a guy wearing a Michael Myers mask. Your lip quivers as you wrap your fingers around his length.

His balls twitch as you tighten the grip on this stranger’s cock. You use your saliva to wet the tip of his dick. You hear the faint groan of the Myers look alike, it was hot and a turn on for sure. You take his cock deeper in your mouth, almost gagging on it, using your hand to massage his balls and or stroke the rest of his meaty meat.

Another knock from the others size makes you pull your lips off Myer’s member. Someone else had slid their dick into the other hole, the screen splits so you can see the masked figure. It was Brahms, down to the black messy hair, even matches the drapes decorating the base of this man’s uncut dick.

You take your other hand and start to rub at his cute dick. Both of your hands were being filled with their cocks. You were soaking wet from how hot this was and if your hands went filled you would be touching yourself right now. You placed licks on both the dicks one after the other. Even the thought that there were a bunch of people on the other side of this box, watching and listening or maybe even waiting to take a turn with you.

It was hot, you felt hot and you wanted more of all of it. You squeeze the guys dicks as you jerk them both off with determination. Michael myers’ dick twitching was the only short warning you get before he shoots a hot load onto your chest. Your bra ruined with cum makes you pout for a moment before you take the thing off. You put your mouth onto the remaining man and take him down your throat. Brahms cums down your esophagus, his seed tasting weirdly sweet on your tastebuds.

You lick your lips after pulling away the dicks both gone from the holes, making you sigh. You slide off your panties and just as you thought you dripped in arousal. You rub yourself and let out short moans, a guy that was looking like Jason Voorhees pushed his phat cock through the hole. It looked heavy, craving your touch. You touch yourself with one hand while sucking off this fat dick. Even if you couldn’t fit all or even most of it into your mouth you sure as hell tried. You moan against the length of this Jason.

Your fingers thrust into yourself at a similar pace as you sucked and stroked his dick. You come to a stand and turn around, your wet cunt fluttering with horniness. Lining your slit with a guy who looked like a slasher’s dick. You let out a hearty moan as this fat cock stretches you out. You could feel his dick twitch and the man moan from the intrusion. He bottoms out in you, your walls clench around him and then he starts to move slowly in and out of you. You rub your clit as your hole gets pounded into. Another dick pops into the hole in front of you and wraps your hand around it with hesitation. Peaking at the screen in the box you see that it's a guy dressed up in a ghostface outfit.

“Ohshit ohshit ohfucking hell.” you were on the verge of coming and the mix of a Jason hitting all your spots with his girth was making it harder to focus on stroking the guy in front of you.

You try your best to get the other guy to completion but your own impending orgasm was a bit of a distraction to say the least. This Jason guy’s thrust was getting relentless and it was super hot to say the least. You hold on for as long as you could but when you feel the man’s load start to pool down your leg sends you down the edge. Before you could complain about how fast the guy pulled out another guy pushed into you, somehow even thicker and longer than the Jason guy.

You squeeze the hell out of the ghostface and your thumb pushes on his slit. It makes the guy come all over you and hand it a messy gush. The new masked covered hottie was fast enough to work you past that previous orgasm but Jason had given you but now you were getting a bit overstimulated. The faint tapping of the man's pyramid helmet on the box wall makes you giggle. Yet the humor in all of this was cut short from the brutal thrust this pyramid head was giving you.

You were already about to fall into another climax, you couldn't help but scream out a moan that you're sure everyone in the panel heard. Maybe even people outside nearby could hear your whorish moans and whales. This massive curved dick was rubbing your insides just right and your lower half couldn't take much more of it, not standing up like you are right now at least. You reach another chaotic mind altering, pussy spasming, leg trembling, back arching, toe curling climax that almost gives you whiplash an.

You feel the sticky seed fill your cunt and pull out with lackluster pace, almost like he didn’t want to leave your warmth so it takes a minute or so before he actually does . When the pyramid head finally pulls out, your body drops to the stage ground with a thud. You were panting like a dog, cum was dripping out of you and sticking to your thighs. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“This is the best Horror con ever.” you say breathlessly, as you look at another dick slipping into one of the holes. Checking your provided inside the box you see who it is, the host of this event… it’s Harry warden.

Scary Movie Night

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Praise, Unprotected Penetrative Sex (wrap it before you tap it), Full nelson, Oral, Cum eating, Reverse cowgirl.

Summary: Halloween Night and a horror movies what could go wrong?

A/N: I can not do kinktober because I write to slow, so this is my Halloween fic instead. Also if you have sent me a request I am working on it so please be patient! If you enjoyed this Halloween themed Fic, please checkout my Halloween Fic with Peter B Parker here.

Word Count: 6,582

“Oh no please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface I want to be in the sequel!” 

Halloween night, alone with no plans but to watch the horror movie marathon on TV, pass out candy to trick-or-treaters, and gorge yourself on candy and popcorn.  

The movie marathon was going strong. You had started with Nightmare on Elm Street, and now you have moved on to Scream. The marathon was the perfect way to get into the Halloween spirit. Halloween was the perfect night to get your spook on, everyone is entitled to one good scare on the spookiest night of the year. However, you didn't foresee yourself getting scared from the movies with having to constantly get up to pass out candy to eager trick-or-treaters. 

The doorbell rang out causing you to heave yourself from the couch dusting popcorn derby from your chest you flip on your interior lights and answer the door. 

“Trick or Treat!” 

The little Bundle of kids cheered. Ranging in ages you surveyed the group with a smile. A sweet little princess, an impressive robot, and an oddly adorable zombie, with them a tepid teenager with his scary werewolf mask on top of his head. You assume the babysitter for the night.  Quickly complementing their costumes you gave them each a handful of the sugary treats they were so desperate for. Chirping a thank you they all run off to the next house over. 

Smiling as they run off you scan the crisp autumn night watching the masses of excited children cheering and laughing as they run from house to house. As you are greeting some more treaters running to your door, something catches your eye. 

A dark figure seems to be slowly walking in the shadows of the sidewalks carefully avoiding running children and lights as it walks carefully by, surveying the rows of houses. Watching intently you quickly pass out the candy while trying to get a good look at the figure. Then one of the kids chirps a thank you causing you to smile down at them, once the kids run off your porch you look for the figure in the night and it seems to have disappeared. Okay, that was creepy. Maybe it was just a harmless kid, don't work yourself up. 

And you didn’t the whole weird sighting had completely left your mind. You had finished Scream and moved on to Halloween, is it even truly Halloween if you haven't watched this movie at least once? Enthralled in the movie your lights are turned dim to get you into the atmosphere of the film. Then something makes you jump, and it wasn’t the shape on the screen.  

Whipping your head towards the sound, it's like a soft tapping and it's coming from your window. This caused only one thought to rush through your brain- did I lock the window…

Slowly approaching the window you hear the tapping continue and you swear as you inch closer it becomes more rampant. Then as you reach for the curtain it seems to stop. It's probably just nothing, but the thought of that shadowy figure made all your confidence waver. If this is something you are screwed…maybe if you had some company you would be calmer. 

Not wanting to be a horror movie cliche you start looking through your phone's contacts. You need someone dependable, scary, and someone you wouldn't mind hanging out with, like…

You stop scrolling and stare at the contact name: Miguel O’Hara…

Dependable- yes, he can be kinda a hardass but at work, he is always ready to give a helping hand to you every time you ask, even though he would not shy away from giving you shit when given the chance. Though you have grown to enjoy the teasing.  

Scary- Uh, the dude is 6 '9' and built like a brick wall. It was one of the first things you noticed about him, The dude was huge! He could probably crush you if he needed to, though would that be so bad? It has become an office joke that when he's not at work he's living at the gym working out like crazy. How else could he be so big? 

Now Miguel is your friend, you two had gotten close through your jobs at Alchemax, So it's only natural for a friend to let another friend come over right? Even if this said friend is quite attractive, with a gorgeous face, broad back, slender waist, and the best ass you have ever seen. Yeah, hanging out alone in your house shouldn't be a problem…Right?

Taking a deep breath you press the call button. 

-Bring…-

-Brriinnngg…-

“Hello?” 

“Um, Hey Miguel, are you busy?” 

You hear Miguel shuffling around before he answers “What's wrong?” 

Wow, he's pretty perceptive, you didn't realize how shaken up you sounded for him to ask you that so quickly. “Uh, I was wondering if you could…come over?”

There is a long moment of silence then what sounds like an exasperated sigh on Miguel's end. He busy…Maybe you should tell him never mind, you're the one who decided to watch horror movies alone and-

“Okay, I will be there shortly.” 

Well that took zero convincing, “O-okay, see you then”

-click-

——-

Making sure to pick up your living room a bit you anxiously await for Miguel to arrive. The random tapping has stopped but you're still walking apprehensively through your home. Turning back on your lights you continue to watch the movie trying to distract yourself but you feel your hands getting clammy and anxiety rising. Were these movies just getting to you? Or Is there stuff happening? Worse than that, Is Miguel going to think you're crazy? 

Checking your phone every couple of minutes waiting for a call or text from Miguel. He said he would be here shortly but it feels like forever, where is he? Having nervously eaten all your popcorn you go to make another bowl. Throwing the bag in the microwave you start the time and think about how you just saw this same situation in Scream. Waiting patiently you're starting to think you're overreacting a bit. That tapping could be anything, maybe when Miguel gets here you two can laugh at this. He has the most amazing laugh…

Then a sudden thumping breaks your daydream. Frozen, you don't move a muscle, you don't even dare to breathe as you slowly move your gaze to the window where the tapping had been. But, the thumping noise is fainter, and it's almost like something hitting something on your windows. For a second you think, is someone egging me? You thought you could avoid that because you got the good candy. Is someone messing with you? Maybe this is all in your head? 

The thumping then turns into a window-rattling, like it's being pried open, your blood runs cold…

Eyes flicking around the room, your gaze gets glued towards the bathroom, and you clutch your cell phone tightly, is this happening…do I look? Absolutely not! Frantically you look at your phone. Where the hell is Miguel? 

Then the sound of your doorbell chime sounds like a saving grace. Quickly you rush to open the door, but it doesn't budge. Danm-

Fumbling with the lock you quickly swing the door open and there he is. Miguel O’Hara, in all his beautifully intimidating glory. God, you could just kiss him. You didn't even care that he was looking at you like you were insane. Without a second thought, you're pulling him by his shirt inside, slamming your door shut. Turning to him with wild eyes the hysteric words flying from your mouth.  

“Canyougocheckthebathroom, Iheardanoise and I’M Freaking out!” 

Miguel just looks at you baffled before he swivels his head around responding with a casual sigh. “Where's the bathroom?” 

Timidly you point down your dark hallway and Miguel instantly starts walking that way. Following close behind it takes everything in you not to cling to his jacket. Now you are usually a lot braver, but the oddness of the whole situation has you in a tissy.  

Miguel stops at the closed bathroom door, turning his head over his shoulder he points his index finger to the door in a silent question. Nodding with a yes he opens the door with a confident swing walking through. You're more apprehensive as you peer through the doorway holding your hands tightly to your chest. Looking through your bathroom it's completely normal, apart from the mountain of a man looking around at it. 

Turning to face you his chiseled face in a quizzical glare of ‘okay?’ 

Pointing to the window you meekly say “I thought I heard the window being opened..” 

Nodding Miguel parts the curtains to reveal a shut window, going the extra mile he even tries to open it but it's locked. Closing the curtains back he turns to you placing his hands on his hips.

“Anything else?”

Looking at the shower you nudge your head at it. Seeming to roll his eyes slightly he opens the curtain to reveal an empty shower, murderer free. Sighing, your tension starts to ease up, everything seems fine, other than you acting like a damn spaz.

“You okay scaredy-cat?” he says with a smirk. 

Rolling your eyes you're not amused by the nickname, “Yes I am fine, now can you give me a minute?”

Miguel shrugs with a smile and walks out of the bathroom, he turns like he's about to say something but you quickly slam the door closed, locking it.  Pressing your back to the door you run your hands through your hair and down your face feeling ridiculous. Nothing is here to get you…plus Miguel is here you need to get a grip.

After regaining your composure, doing your business, washing your hands, and maybe putting on some mascara and fixing your hair a bit, you finally exit the bathroom. Walking into your living room you are met with the sight of Miguel walking out of the kitchen, jacket removed, revealing a black tee shirt that does everything for his muscular physique; the cherry on top, he has taken your popcorn from the microwave and poured it into a bowl. -well just make yourself at home the O’Hara

Feeling a bit awkward you decide it's the polite thing to thank him, “Thank you for coming over and checking my bathroom…” 

Miguel nods plopping down on your couch and placing the popcorn on your coffee table, “you know, Maybe you shouldn’t be watching horror movies by yourself if you're just going to get scared by them” 

Touché-

“Well…That's why I have you, you get to be my bodyguard”  You say with a chuckle as you turn off your lights and slide down onto the couch next to him. 

“I don’t know, I was working before you called…” 

“Working?” This shouldn't be a surprise, of course, he was….”Well that's not a very fun Halloween” 

“And getting scared by cheesy horror movies is?” 

“Hey, At least it's festive, plus it’s not the movies that spooked me, some weird person was lurking around and this odd tapping, then the window…” 

As you speak you look up and see that Miguel is listening intently, hanging on to each word that leaves your lips, you can't help but feel your cheeks blush from his fervid stare. 

“I don’t know…maybe it was the movies…”

“I’ll stay”

“Huh?” You look at him confused 

Miguel casually grabs a handful of popcorn “I said I’ll stay, I don't have to finish that work right now and you seem genuinely scared, though I think you have just been watching too many movies niña” he playfully nudges you with his elbow and you nudge him back making him laugh causing you to blush again. 

“Plus…” he adds while dragging his eyes over your face, then down your body, studying your form for a moment “It will be..festive..” he looks back into your eyes and quickly averts his gaze to the movie, eating his popcorn casually. 

-------

This is not how you saw your evening headed, alone in a dark room with Miguel. Sure you have had the odd fantasy of this moment before but there was no TV playing, and there were also no clothes…the popcorn was still present though…

Trying to be engrossed in the film you can’t help but take your eyes away to look over at Miguel. Fidgeting around on the couch, Danm, you need to relax. Miguel is being a good friend and just trying to watch a movie he doesn't need to be ogled by you!  

As you continue to be at war with yourself your fidgeting and sighing must have gotten Miguel's attention. Because he’s then carefully wrapping an arm around your shoulder and bringing you in close. Feeling your face turn through three variations of blush you allow yourself to be pushed closer till your head is on his shoulder. Before you can even fumble with a response Miguel is speaking up. “You seem like you're scared…”

Not scared, just burning in desire for you, but I will take what I can get. “Thanks, Miguel.”

Completely ignoring the movie now, you don't even know what's on, you are just enjoying the closeness of Miguel's warm body. He might be the world's most cuddly man despite appearances. The best part was when a  jumpscare would suddenly happen, he would hold you tighter like he was trying to protect you. His calm rhythmic breathing and how his fingers subtly rubbed loose strains of your hair it was so calming. Calling him over was the perfect move, everything was going great. 

But there was something that just didn't make sense to you, “How come you're not at some kind of Halloween party or something?” you inquire looking up at his sculpted jaw. 

Miguel shrugs, moving his eyes away from the screen to look at you  “How come you're not at a Halloween party?” How come he can’t ever just give a straight answer-

Rolling your eyes you scoff “I’m not a fan of parties they tend to be overwhelming and usually kinda a letdown. Like I’m not going to go there and meet some sexy masked man to sweep me off my feet by fulfilling my every desire…” 

Miguel looks at you confused and you just giggle “Heh, I read a story about it once…Anyways I like staying home to pass out the candy, it’s fun getting to make the kid's night.” 

“You like kids?” he quickly asks. 

“Sure, I mean I want some of my own one day.” As you answer you look over at Miguel and you think you see a slight smile on his lips as you speak. 

“Seriously though, how come you weren't doing anything on Halloween?” you ask, trying to get the truth. “Didn't you get invited to go out?”

Miguel sighs, “Well yeah but, I’m like you, I don't like parties, horror movies are not my favorite, and kids don't trick or treat in my building, Plus…I was kinda waiting”

“Waiting? For what?” you say furrowing your brow at him.

“Well, I was waiting to see if you were going to invite me out” His sudden confession has your heart warming, and before you can get too mushy you slip out a laugh elbowing Miguel in the abs. “If you wanted to hang out you could have just called, you know?”

“I know, I guess I’m lucky you freaked yourself out so much you needed my company, scaredy-cat.” he teases leaning further into you and making your body warm.

“Hey! I was hearing and seeing things, Mister.” you poke his chest, almost hurting your finger in the process.

“Sure you were…” You and Miguel are both leaning pretty close by now, still laughing with each other. Then you two seem to notice the sudden proximity that has you both turning your heads quickly. 

Miguel and you continue your playful banter as you watch the movie. He complains how everything is predictable, proving his theories by telling you who will die and in what order, you call him a buzz kill and playfully pinch his sides as he continues to ruin the movie. Miguel meets your pinching by doing it to you, this quickly escalates to a pinching war on the couch.

Lost in the playful fight you and Miguel feel the tension building around you until the ring of the doorbell cuts through the laughing. Sounds of excited laughter following the ring, you look to the door and smile at Miguel “Well, duty calls,” Miguel moves so you can slip past him, and you head towards the door. To your surprise, however, you notice that Miguel is following you. Looking at him confused he averts his eyes and places his hand on the back of his neck, “Thought I could help….” -what a cutie

Smiling wide you place the bowl of candy in his large hands. Swinging the door open you see a group of giggly kids eagerly holding out their baskets. They all go to sing out their Halloween phrase but suddenly stop with wide eyes and gasped expressions. 

Looking at them confused you wonder what has them looking so shocked till you turn your head and look at Miguel. With the lights dimmed down in your house and the porch light only hitting parts of his face he looks terrifying, also are his eyes glowing red? What?

The youngest kid dressed like a fairy starts to cry, turning to hug her mom's leg. The others are too scared to even move. Miguel, in his infinite wisdom in social cues, leans over slightly and lets out a simple question “What will it be? Trick or Treat?” 

Noticing the kids getting upset and equally the parents, you are quick to soothe things over. Flipping the door light on you makes it easier to see Miguel, making his faceless obscured, this seems to make the kids relax a bit and the moms and dad blush to see his strong physique and chiseled features. 

“Wow! Miguel, don't all these kids look great? Don’t you love the costumes?” You nudge Miguel with a smile trying to get him to smile back. 

Miguel, confused at first, doesn't understand, then lighting up he seemingly catches on “Oh yeah definitely all good, I like the Spider-Man” Miguel points to a kid who is dressed in the Blue and red vigilante outfit (A popular costume since the masked hero started saving Nueva York) the kid gives a thumbs up that makes Miguel smile that has everyone’s heart squeezing.

Finally with the kids more relaxed and the parents thoroughly flushed you crouch down, pulling Miguel with you to drop candy in the kid's bags. You take the time to ask each kid what they are and compliment the outfit. Miguel keeps his smile placed as he watches you with the kids. He seems to enjoy this. Finally, with all the kids giving their sweet rewards you and Miguel wave bye.

Nudging him in the side you get his attention “Try not to scare the kids huh?” 

Miguel rolls his eyes “I didn't do it on purpose.”

Miguel walks back inside towards the movie and you go to reach for the light, but some sudden movement catches your attention. It looks like someone or something running down the side of the neighbor's house. Stepping out into the night air you look and see if you can see it. Inching closer and closer you're trying to catch a glimpse but then the sound of a playful scream down the road makes you jump. Looking back you see a father lifting his daughter and tossing her into the air making her scream and giggle. Taking a breath to calm yourself, you head back inside. Not seeing that the bushes have been rustling…

———-

Settling back onto the couch you are happily eating away at your candy. Trick-or-treaters are heading home for the night leaving the rest of the treats for you to enjoy. Miguel's eyes are focused on you as the candy slips past your lips. 

“I can’t believe you actually can sit here and eat all that sugar” 

You side-eye Miguel “Oh let me guess you don’t eat candy?” Probably not have you felt his abs in that shirt, completely solid-

“I just, haven’t had any that I like” 

“Well, do you not like sweet things?” 

Miguel looks at you for a moment like he wants to say something but quickly changes his mind “It depends…” 

“Well here try this, it’s one of my favorites” 

Quickly unwrapping the candy you hold it up for Miguel to take, but instead of grabbing it from you he leans down and takes it with his mouth. 

Staring at him your thoughts seem to evaporate.- 

Wait, did I just…did he really…did I feed him chocolate?

Staring at Miguel you meet his gaze with wide eyes, is he…no! He probably just took it because he just really wanted the chocolate…

While you're consumed by your thoughts your eyes stay locked with Miguel, he looks nervous. Like he's also surprised that you fed him chocolate, but he was the one who leaned in and ate from your hand! He fed himself! 

Moving his eyes away for a moment he turns away and quickly swallows the candy, as he turns he seems like he wants to say something but instead his intense stare stays on your eyes. Feeling his arm on your shoulders move slowly to your hips curling tighter around you, a crashing wave of excitement washes over you. He slightly leans forward keeping his eyes on yours, it feels like you can’t breathe. 

Heart is beating a mile a minute, all your nerves are on high alert, brain feels like it's frying. His scent, his touch, his intense stare! Wait, are his eyes red again, must be the lighting. 

All of it is overwhelming. With ease, his large hand gently grabs your neck, bringing you closer to touch his plush lips to yours. Eyes shutting instantly you lean into the kiss, pressing yourself closer to his warmth. Seemingly groaning in surprise he leans more, parting his lips slightly to guide you through, mouth moving in tandem with him. Feeling the kiss deepen to a more intense passion you feel Your arousal ruining your panties and body heat reaching a fever pitch. 

Breaking from the kiss to get air you stare at Miguel's face as he catches his breath, he looks downright majestic huffing for air it drives you wild, tightening your thighs together. Taking everything not to pounce him you back up brain scrambling from the hot man panting at you.  

“I-is it Hot maybe I should o-open up my….Window! Yeah, open up my window!” Quickly you scramble to your window pushing past the curtains and lifting the window. The sudden cool breeze does nothing to cool your heated body. Standing there you take deep breaths to calm yourself, then large hands grabbing your hips make your attempts to calm down fail. Feeling Miguel nuzzle into your hair, then his breath fan against your neck has you almost moaning, you just can't help melting at his touch. 

“I’m sorry if that was too sudden, I just…I’ve been wanting to do that..” His arms wrap around you in a hug making you fall into pure bliss

“For how long?” you say breathlessly leaning into his hold. 

Humming Miguel thinks for a moment “About….five months now”

Your eyes shoot open and you turn around and swat his shoulder “You have liked me for five months and you haven't done anything about it!” 

Miguel takes your playful hits for a few more moments before catching your wrist and pulling you in close, “you know if you wanted to kiss me you could have?”

“What? No way, I have been leaving hints this whole time you needed to meet me halfway!” 

Miguel leans in closer, silencing your nagging with a kiss that you quickly fall into, playing with his hair as his hands roam over your body. Breaking away Miguel smiles down at you, “Is this meeting you halfway?” 

Giving a slight pout you look at him with doe eyes “All I'm saying is that we could have been doing stuff sooner if you would have done something.” 

Miguel quickly lifts you kissing you passionately carrying you blindly to the bedroom, when you feel your back hit your bedroom door you break the kiss looking down at his smirking face. “Well let's make up for lost time, shall we?” 

Fumbling with your doorknob trying to open your door, but he swiftly moves your hand, opening the door in a fluid motion. Unable to contain your desires, you feverishly pull on his shirt while his hands fumble with your leggings. Once his shirt is off you take a second to admire his body he just chuckles at you before he's undoing his pants, while taking your top off you watch as his cock springs out from its confines slapping against his abdomen. 

Now fully exposed to one another he can't help but lick his bottom lip taking in all your soft curves. You're equally hypnotized by his monstrous phasic and the massive length that causes your legs to shake. Seeing your nervousness he's quick to relax you. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be gentle” Running his hands all over he gets behind you and walks you to your bed. Pushing you against the bed you're falling on the plush mattress on your hands and knees. 

Miguel's large digits can be felt spreading open your wet folds, you can only whimper as he runs his other finger up and down teasing you. 

“Danm, you're so wet…” 

Before you can give a rebuttal you feel him lick a long strip up your cunt. All you can do is let out a squeak as he ravenously eats your pussy, licking at your slick walls. All you can do is drop to your elbows moaning his name, as he hums and prods his tongue in your quivering slit. 

Finally needing to break for air he moves away, his warm breath fanning over your wet cunt making you squeeze your legs together. Turning your head over your shoulder to look at Miguel and you almost cum right there. He's panting like a damn animal as a mixture of your arousal and his spit coat his chin in a shining sheen. The most alarming thing is that his eyes are blown out in hungry lust “Miguel…” you whimper his name breathlessly. 

“Sorry hermosa, you're just so sweet..” with that he's spreading you open and back to eating your pussy like a starved man making you approach your high. Feeling your body reaching its peak you grind your hips into his face making him latch onto your swollen clit, sucking and twirling his tongue on it. 

“Oh my god! Miguel! Ah!” 

Knowing exactly what he's doing he leans in, humming onto your clit more, sliding two fingers into your slick cunt. moving his fingers in slowly he's spreading you open to accommodate every enticing inch. Once he's knuckle deep he starts pumping his large fingers in and out. Practically drooling now from his pumping plus the hungry licking and sucking of your clit you feel in bliss. It's not until Miguel is letting out a low groan into your cunt that you start seeing stars. 

Trying to squirm away you try to prevent what's about to happen but Miguel grabs a hold of your hips not allowing you to move, continuing his low groans and deep pumping. The white-hot rush washes over you and all you can do is scream his name as you cum, Miguel not wanting to waste a drop of your sweet essence quickly licks and sucks every drop from you, helping you ride your high on his face. 

Coming down from your high you feel Miguel's large hands squeezing your waist, “So good for me baby, so fucking sweet..” 

Before you can even fully get back to your senses Miguel is Pulling you up to press your back to his chest, “now keep being my good girl and ride me..” he growls into your ear. 

Laying down on the bed he steadies your hips as you grab his massive length angling it to tease your slit. His hot tip feels so good teasingly poking at your slit. Looking over your shoulder your eyes fall to Miguel, he looks like he can't take any more of your teasing. Grabbing your hair he roughly pulls making your back arch suddenly “Fucking ride it,” 

Slowly lowering yourself on his cock you feel the stretch making your toes curl, Miguel's large hands rub soft circles on your hips as you stretch yourself full. You're unable to help your mewing of his name as you fully press down to take him all. Not even moving yet your eyes are rolling at the way his tip is already nudging your cervix. Miguel continues to rub his hands up and down your back cooing sweet nothings about how you're such a good girl, his good girl. 

Feeling him throb in you, you're ready for more so you slowly start raising your hips and bringing yourself down, with each motion your cunt clenches down on him savoring the stretch. Once you're accommodated to his size you pick up your pace moving faster and pushing him in deeper, his hot tip has you losing your mind. Grabbing onto your breast pinching and twisting your buds, you're losing it moaning and crying out his name. 

Egged on by your enthusiasm Miguel grips your hips and thrusts deeper, “That's my girl, take it, baby, ah fuck, my cock is yours” 

“Its mine..ah fucking mine” you cry out bouncing faster 

You start to feel the coil in your stomach tightening, feeling your body heating up to a fever pitch. Miguel is right with you approaching as high as he thrust harder cock throbbing and heating to a mouth-watering burn. Grunts falling on deaf ears you're too lost in the chase or your second orgasm, your only focus is to milk him dry, to feel his thick seed fill you. 

The chase gets halted when suddenly Miguel is leaning forward kissing the back of your neck, hooking his arms under your knees. Locking his hands behind your head, the contorting has him fucking your pussy impossibly deeper, his breath is ragged as he moans, “I'm going to ruin this fucking pussy!”

“Fuck! Ruin me miggy!” You didn’t need to ask him twice he's fucking you hard, his in your stomach at this point. The arousal from your cunt is dripping down to your ass as he just takes full control over you. Chest feels on fire as you gasp from his pace which shows no sign of relenting till his cumming deep inside you.   

Practically there you feel your coil about to give, and then Miguel slows his strong thrust to a stop, his breath getting quiet. Turning back to whine at the sudden loss of friction you hear it too…the sound of your living room window sliding up. Still caged in his grip from the Full Nelson you can only look up in horror, your house is being broken into! You weren’t paranoid! 

Miguel slowly releases you from his hold and gently slides out of you moving you to the side of the bed. You can’t help the slight moan you give from not being full of him anymore. Miguel stands up and looks at you placing a finger to his lip reminding you to be silent, his intense eyes looking like they shine red. Quickly following his silence demands you cover your mouth with your hands. 

Slow footsteps can be heard walking through the house and your eyes widen. Who was in here? What is happening? 

Miguel slowly and steadily puts his pants on (disregarding his underwear) and you wrap yourself in a robe. Miguel goes to open the door of the bedroom but you quickly grab his hand to hold him back. Looking up at him with pleading eyes you try and urge him not to go out there, it’s dangerous he could get hurt. 

Without words, Miguel places his hand on your cheek and gives a soft kiss to your lips, a reassurance that everything will be okay. You hate how much it calms you at the moment but can’t help how you surrender to it. 

Miguel goes to open the door but it’s too late, the door flies open and you see a masked intruder dressed in all black. Screaming in terror you hide behind Miguel’s tall stature. To your surprise the intruder also screams when you are, jumping backwards they pin themselves to the wall. Wait? What kind of intruder jumps in surprise? As you shake in fear and confusion Miguel just stares daggers at the person. 

Before you know it the intruder is cussing and running towards the door but Miguel is not having it, he pursues the intruder in a quick sprint. It was honestly a pathetic sight, the intruder scrambling to unlock your front door while the monster of a man Miguel goes to grab him. 

After successfully slipping through the door the masked person starts running down your driveway. However, they were not quick enough, with an incredible force Miguel grabbed the masked person’s shoulder and slammed them to the ground in one swift motion. With the way he swiftly maneuvered it was like Miguel has done it thousands of times. 

Thoroughly pissed off Miguel lifts the now limp figure in the air. Now seeing the comparison between the two you see how the guy didn’t even stand a chance to Miguel, in fact, the figure now seems to be quite slender. Carefully you approach Miguel and the figure. 

 in an animalistic growl, Miguel finally speaks. “What are you doing breaking into y/ns house…” 

The figure lets out a whimper of “Who?” the continues in a pathetic plea,  

“Please sir don’t kill me,” Sir? What? That’s not how intruders sound. Miguel lifts the mask off the person's face to reveal a young man probably a freshman in high school looking like he’s about to pee himself. The young man turns to you with desperate eyes. 

“Ma’am, can you tell your husband to put me down?” Okay, not my husband but I’m not going to correct them. 

“Um, first you need to explain why you were breaking in before I call the police “ 

The kid lets out a whine  “Please don’t! it was just a stupid prank, I was supposed to scare Kenny Crain.” The kid's face flushes and starts to cry

Looking at them confused, you ask, “Kenny Crain?” 

The kid sadly nods and Miguel’s grip tightens, You continue “No Kenny Crain lives here?” Gesturing to your house. 

The kid's tears stop and he looks at you in shock “wait this isn't 945?”

You shake your head “This is 925” 

The kid stops crying and looks to a nearby bush “TYLER YOU FUCKING IDIOT! You scoped the wrong house!” 

A bush rustles before letting out a pathetic “sorry-“ 

Miguel drops the teenager from his grasp to the ground, he makes a sit-down motion with his hand and the teen eagerly obeys. 

With long strides, Miguel goes to the bush and plucks the other teenager out lifting him by the collar and placing him next to his friend. 

Watching as Miguel scolds the teenager you feel a smile creep across your face and that same tingly feeling in your stomach, Miguel O’Hara your hero. 

Walking over you grab Miguel’s arm causing him to fall silent from his reprimanding of the two teens. 

“Miguel, I think they learned their lesson.” You look at the two pathetic-looking teens and they nod urgently. 

Miguel stares at the two young men again, not over what they did “You two, go home and don’t ever do anything like this again. Or else….” 

With that the teens start scrambling and apologizing, running off into the late Halloween night. Your eyes fall to Miguel, his bare chest heaving as he watches the boys run off in irritation, he looks gorgeous. Miguel had come to protect you again, it’s only right you repay him. Sliding your arms around his waist you press soft kisses to his warm body. 

Tease muscles begin to relax with each passing kiss from your soft lips. Swiftly he turns around and looks down at you. You thought he looked fantastic during the day right now he looks damn ethereal. A soft kiss is pressed to your lips, it's caring and full of passion. 

Slipping his tongue past your lips you suddenly feel the night air grazing across your ass as Miguel lifts your robe before his warm hands come to grip you rear, making you whimper. 

Breaking the kiss in one fluid motion Miguel scoops you from your feet and carries you into your home. The kiss becomes hungrier with each passing moment, and before you know it you're crashing onto your sofa with Miguel over you caging you beneath his hard body. Moans escape your lips as he gropes your body, his hands quickly undo your robe, then quickly grab a hold of your breast to play with your sensitive buds, his tongue drags over them coating them in his saliva.  

Pulling away you look at him with blown-out eyes buckling your hips uncontrollably toward him, it's like your in heat. Chuckling softly he bites his lip and he starts to undo his pants, you're still shuddering with anticipation when his cock springs out. 

“You didn't want to go back to the bedroom?” you ask in a shaky breath, holding your hands out to him. Did you want to go back to the room, no you just want to tease him. 

Grabbing a hold of your hands he leans in placing kisses on your fingers and your knuckles before he pins them over your head. 

“I thought you wanted to finish your silly horror movie marathon,” he coos

Grabbing his length with the free hand he slaps it against your aching cunt causing you to jolt your hips up with a quick moan. Proud of himself for the reaction he gets from you he continues as he rubs his cock through your wet folds to gather your arousal, 

“figured we could multitask.”  

With that he slowly seathes himself into your wet heat, your moaning and clawing in back relishing in that fullness you're sure to get addicted to. Miguel can't help but throw his head back at how your pussy sucks him in tightening around him instantly and he's not even fully in yet. Miguel just keeps pumping his hard cock through your velvety tight walls, watching your brain get hazier with each thrust that kisses your cervix, keeping at this you're sure to forget to even breathe let alone watch a movie. 

The Tv seems like a faint buzz between the sounds of Miguel's thrusts and grunts married with your whimpering pants and squelching pussy. The TV catches your attention for a single moment -” Don’t go away, we are playing all Your horror favorites till the witching hour!” 

Miguel grabs your chin and brushes his thumb across your wet lips, a mischievous smirk on his lips makes your sex tighten on him, “Looks like we’re in for a long night baby.”