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cherry bomb | part 2 | jungkook (m)

pairing: jungkook x fem reader

summary: after your town goes into lockdown because of the cherry bomb massacre, you find out that the murderer's interest is on you. eventually, you’re left with no choice but to face him.

genre: horror/slasher, angst, smut, college!au

word count: 13.7k

warnings: major character deaths, gaslighting, hallucinations, anxiety/paranoia, grief, trauma, violence (including knife and gun use), torture, blood, gore, descriptions of dead bodies, a funeral scene, fuckboy!JK, oral (fem receiving), fingering, finger-sucking, handjob, cumplay(?), hair-pulling

a/n: this part is quite rougher than the first, so heed the warnings. same notes as the last part—not meant to be entirely realistic since this *is* a slasher. block/filter as needed. i didn’t mention this in part 1 but this fic is not set in present day; more like somewhere in the 2000s? i don’t think this fic would work as well with all this advanced technology/the prevalence of social media now

...also, i had this story all written out and then decided to completely change the plot at the last minute because i figured out a way to write the original plot i had wanted to do from the beginning. 💀 yeah…just leave your thoughts below

taglist is at the very bottom of the fic—for some reason i wasn't able to tag everyone who requested, so please reblog this fic so folks can see it

sources for the fic dividers: one | two

link to part 1

you’re standing in front of some stranger’s house in the early hours of the morning, your body heavy from exhaustion as your adrenaline has run out. this is not at all how you expected your night to end when you left your dorm hours ago. it must’ve taken at least 40 minutes to get to this house, and you’re less familiar with this part of town, which you try not to feel uneasy about. you suppose the farther away from the scene of the carnage, the better.

jungkook bangs on the door, calling out the name yoongi-hyung until the porch light comes on. though it’s illogical, you’re tense with apprehension that the murderer could somehow appear at any moment, and you hope whoever yoongi is lets the both of you in soon. so much for no longer looking over your shoulder.

a man with hair just as long as jungkook’s answers the door, looking disheveled and annoyed. “why the fuck are you banging down my door at nearly 2 am—"

yoongi stops speaking as he eyes the both of you up and down, his gaze going from the bite mark bruises you left on jungkook’s neck to the dried blood on your face to the bullet holes in jungkook’s car. his expression is between surprise and curiosity. “what the fuck is going on here?”

“can we talk inside?” jungkook says, though he doesn’t wait for an invitation before pushing his way past the other man and stepping inside.

“uh…hi. sorry.” you step inside too, glad to not be out in the open anymore.

yoongi takes another look outside the door at the state of jungkook’s car before closing and locking it. “mind explaining this shit? i thought you were going to that party you told me about?

“i did,” jungkook says, his voice full of frustration. “the fucking killer showed up at the party.”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“you know what i’m talking about. that werewolf-masked freak? he came and just started stabbing people to death. we watched him shoot a fraternity member in front of us, dude. that’s why my car looks the way it does.”

“the campus is probably dangerous,” you add. “that’s why we came here. we just need somewhere safe to stay for the night.”

yoongi goes to the window and draws back the curtain. he peeks out the small holes in the side of the blinds rather than pushing the blinds down to look outside. “and you’re certain he didn’t follow you here? i thought he only killed virgins anyway. why the hell was he shooting at you?” then yoongi turns away from the window and looks at you. “oh. is this why?”

feeling put on the spot, you blurt out: “look, i don’t think that matters much anymore. he seemed to be killing anybody who was in his way.”

“and he was on foot the whole time, so there’s no way he could’ve followed us,” jungkook adds.

yoongi shakes his head and walks away from the window. “whole town is fucked, then. come on.”

you’re relieved to be able to scrub the blood off your face and change into fresh clothes. you initially thought it was peculiar that yoongi had spare clothes ready for you to wear until he alluded to keeping them on hand for any of jungkook’s hookups that he brings over.

“sure—of course.” you’d just nodded and tried not to look embarrassed as you accepted the clothes.

even after showering you don’t feel entirely clean, though. you think it might be impossible to return to feeling anything like your former self after tonight.

the couch has a pull-out bed, so it’s not as uncomfortable as it would be just sleeping on a regular sofa, which you are grateful for. you’re still arranging the pillow and blankets when jungkook walks into the room holding his own bedding.

“i think i should sleep here,” he says.

“there’s no room on the couch for the both of us,” you protest, thinking he means to take your spot.

“i mean on the floor. earlier, you didn’t seem like you wanted to be left alone in here.”

“oh.” you try to take the edge out of your voice; it’s hard to be polite when you’re still so overwhelmed with stress. “that’ll be uncomfortable though.”

jungkook just waves his hand and dumps his pillow and blanket on the floor before going to push the coffee table out of the way. “doesn’t really matter, i think we’ve been through worse tonight than sleeping on a hard floor…”

“thanks,” you say quietly, watching him spread his blanket out on the ground. you want to say something else, but you can’t think of anything.

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

after a few more moments of staring at jungkook as he arranges his sleeping area, you finally ask, “i was wondering how’d you meet yoongi? he doesn’t seem like he’s a college student. i’ve never seen him around our campus, at least.”

“he isn’t. he works as a music producer, so he’s out of town a lot, but this is his homebase. as for how we met—it’s a long story. he and my brother actually used to know each other, so…” you think he’ll explain further, but he just shakes his head. “but he’s a good friend.”

“i see. a music producer…nice. how cool for a little town like this.”

after everything is to his liking, jungkook gets under the blanket. “tonight was a lot, so try to get some sleep.”

you nod and turn the lamp off, though you’re doubting you’ll get any peace tonight. “yeah…you too.”

SATURDAY MORNING, NOV 4

you wake up around 11 a.m. on a strange couch wearing strange clothes in a strange room. with your brain’s half-conscious state, your terror reawakens; you think maybe you’ve been kidnapped by the murderer and the car ride with jungkook last night was a dream—until yoongi pops into your mind.

you try to regulate your breathing and settle back beneath the blanket, though you know you won’t be going back to sleep.

you haven’t gotten more than an hour of sleep in total, broken up into 20-minute intervals across the hours. every time you’ve tried to close your eyes and drift off, you see the frat member’s skull bursting apart again, shocking your entire nervous system. you can think of nothing but the piles of bodies and the deaths you witnessed. perhaps it’s better that you don’t sleep; you figure your dreams wouldn’t be any more tolerable than your thoughts.

as you shift around on the couch, your whole body screams with soreness. your arms, your ribs, your sides, your legs, and—to a lesser extent—even between your thighs where jungkook was last night.

you glance over and see that he’s still sprawled on the floor, blanket halfway kicked off. he’s actually awake, his face turned away from you as he blinks slowly and stares at nothing, but he doesn’t say anything and so neither do you. with you spending most of your night awake, you saw that he was able to get more rest than you did. lucky him.

it hurts to move, but you reach for your phone and check for any signs of lorelai. none. there is one text from camille, sent 40 minutes ago.

➤ camille: I talked to Lorelai’s sister. She went to go see about a missing persons report. The police took her information but didn’t seem very concerned about it and said she might have just stayed the night with other friends after the party. Apparently a lot of others had the same idea as you. Campus is a ghost town. They’re still identifying all the bodies, so no word yet.

➤ y/n: so we just have to sit here and wait to see if she’ll turn up alive or dead? that’s useless.

➤ camille: As per fucking usual with the pigs.

➤ camille: She also told me there’s supposed to be a lockdown or something. It’s on the news.

➤ y/n: a lockdown???

looking around the room, you spot the TV remote sitting on yoongi’s coffee table a few feet away. you try to sit up, but it takes you a couple minutes longer than you anticipate because of the pain. jungkook notices the movement from the corner of his eye and turns to look at you. “what are you doing?”

“tryna get the remote.”

jungkook grabs it and hands it to you, and you turn the TV to one of the local news channels.

➤ camille: They’re telling people not to leave their homes for anything non-essential while they search for him. Not sure how long that’s supposed to last. I guess now they wanna get serious about this fucking killer? Too late for that.

you and jungkook watch as the newscaster gives a rundown of last night’s events; to your small relief, it looks like the killer didn’t try to go to the campus after the murders at the party house. the newscaster goes on to announce that the police are instating a citywide curfew, which they’ll discuss further at a press conference in the afternoon. in the meantime, they advise everyone to only travel in groups, shelter in place if possible, and keep all windows and doors locked.

you laugh humorlessly, and jungkook glances at you again. “in groups? we were all packed into one damn house at the party, and how much did that help?”

➤ y/n: are you sure you’re okay at the uni?

➤ camille: I’m fine. My roommate brought some of her friends into our room so no one’s left alone. Either way, my dad is coming to help me move some of my things out and come back home.

➤ y/n: okay, please just stay safe.

➤ camille: You too.

“what now?” jungkook says once the newscast goes off. “everybody just stays holed up for like a month while they hunt for that guy?”

you roll your eyes. “people won’t stay in their homes for that long. i don’t know how any of this is gonna work. we wouldn’t be in this mess now if they’d cared when this first started happening.”

“you think so? students would still be getting killed. the only difference is that a good chunk of people would just be sitting at home freaking the fuck out and too scared to go anywhere while the killer would still be on the loose.”

“…damn. it’s truly bleak to assume we’d still be in the same situation. you’re an optimistic one.”

“better than deluding yourself about it.”

“whatever. where’s your family to freak out over you? somebody should be concerned about your whereabouts by now. didn’t you say you have a brother? speaking of, i’m gonna have to call my sister soon…”

jungkook turns back to the TV, and you can tell he’s become more tense than he was seconds ago. “yeah, but i’m estranged from them. yoongi’s my family.”

wrong thing to ask. you wonder about the reason for it but decide it’s probably better not to pry. “ah…that sucks.”

jungkook looks back at you like he’s irked by that response, but he makes a noise resembling a chuckle. “tell me about it.”

later that afternoon, after you’ve reassured your sister veronica on her work break that you are fine and at a “friend’s” house (because you have no clue how to refer to either of these men), you and yoongi sit at the kitchen table with brunch while jungkook goes outside to examine the damage to his car more closely.

it’s difficult to eat, but you do so anyway; you don’t want to be rude by wasting the food yoongi made. the news station still plays loudly from the living room as you wait for the press conference to come on.

“so, about you and jungkook...” yoongi starts, looking at you from over the rim of his cup of coffee.

“what about me and jungkook?”

“we both know he didn’t get those bites on his neck from a wild animal attack.”

you sit up straighter in your seat, a sudden spike of irritation hitting you. “aren’t we all grown here? who cares?” you try to sound unbothered despite feeling very green about all of this. after all, you’d only had sex for the first time last night.

“look, i don’t care. fuck him all you want. i’m just trying to advise you not to get emotionally involved, because that’s not how jungkook operates. the amount of girls i’ve had somehow coming after my neck when their situationship with him doesn’t work out is starting to get really old. it’d be best if you didn’t do the same.”

you’re simultaneously annoyed at his assumption of you and flustered because you want to prove him wrong about acting the same as the other girls. you hate both feelings. “i don’t want anything like that with him. i just needed something done and i got it. it doesn’t matter anymore.”

yoongi shrugs, and you get the sense he’s heard that before and isn’t convinced, but you can’t be bothered going back and forth with him about this.

the press conference comes on TV a few minutes later. they announce that classes at your university are cancelled indefinitely; parents and relatives will need to come move their students out, and the school will be operating with a skeleton staff and increased security presence for any students who can’t leave the campus. the citywide curfew will be at 8 p.m. every night, by which time almost everyone will need to be in their homes, and it will end at 6 a.m each morning.

“fun,” you say sarcastically. “at least i won’t have to worry about finals and trying not to get murdered at the same time.”

when jungkook comes back inside, you let him know about what he missed from the press conference.

“we should just stay here for now.” when you raise your eyebrows, jungkook says, “i basically live here when i’m not on campus for classes. plus yoongi-hyung lets me bring girls here all the time, this is nothing new.”

“if both of you are gonna be hiding out in my place, we’ll need to go to the store,” yoongi says. “more mouths to feed.”

“…or i could just go home?” you propose, your mind reeling at them already making plans. you feel awkward about staying in a stranger’s house for who knows how long. “i think we only really needed to stay here for the night. it’s fine.”

“will you have people there with you?” jungkook asks. “it’s not safe to be alone.”

you’re surprised he seems to be this concerned, but you answer: “well, i mean…my sister works 12-hour shifts as a nurse and she’s the only one living there, so…” you’d chosen your university because your older sister lived in the area, and because it was a tradition for women in your family to attend that school, but there were no other relatives you could turn to. your parents lived a couple of towns away.

yoongi comes to the conclusion so you don’t have to. “in other words, you’ll be alone most of the day.”

“…i guess. but i’m really not tryna impose on you by staying here.”

yoongi tilts his head, a small smirk on his lips. you automatically dislike the look on his face. “why don’t you take jungkook with you, then?”

you and jungkook glance at each other. “but, hyung…”

yoongi shakes his head. “you already know i can take care of myself. seriously, don’t worry about it.” and then yoongi winks at you. you don’t know for sure, but you take that to mean he’s probably packing heat like camille’s dad.

“if you’re sure.” turning to you, jungkook says, “so, how about it?”

“it’s my sister’s house, so i’ll have to ask her,” you say tentatively. “yeah…uh. let me do that now, i guess.” you pull out your phone to text her about it, though you know it’ll be a while before she gets another work break and can answer. “in the meantime…i think we’ll need to go to the store either way. and then to campus to pick our things up.”

“you’re right. let’s go then,” jungkook says.

the store is full of people panic-buying food and necessities in preparation for the curfew and effective lockdown, which you expected. you and jungkook end up going your separate ways to find the things you need because it’s quicker that way, and because you want to get in and out of the store as soon as possible. the crowdedness is too much like the party, and despite yourself, anxiety begins rising in you due to the claustrophobic atmosphere. you try to maintain even breaths as you keep searching for items. just what you need—a shiny new trauma to make your life harder.

you pass by a man in one of the less-crowded aisles before realizing he’s standing in front of what you need to get, examining one of the food packages. you wait a few moments to see if he’ll finish up soon, and when your eyes begin to wander, you see that there’s a long gray hair clinging to the back of his leather jacket, standing out clearly against the black. you probably wouldn’t have noticed this at all on any other day, except your mind has been on high alert for hours now; you find it strange that this strand clearly doesn’t match the shade or length of the hair on his head, which is short and plain brown. the shade of the hair also weirdly reminds you of something, though you can’t quite recall what; it remains just out of your mind’s reach.

you shake your head. he could’ve come to the store with somebody who has long gray hair, or hugged them before he left home, and a strand stuck to his jacket. it’s the least of your issues right now.

the man must feel your presence behind him because he turns around to look at you. you’re a little taken aback by his gaze; his expression isn’t mean per se, but very intense, as if his entire focus is trained on you.

there’s a second’s pause, like he’s thinking about something before he speaks. “am i in your way?” he asks, never breaking eye contact. his voice doesn’t portray any particular emotion.

“i just have to get something really quick.” he steps aside and gestures to the rows of food without a word. you slip in beside him and grab what you need before moving away again. “thanks.” you think about telling him about the hair on his jacket but decide against it; your decision is solidified when you spot a wolf figurine keychain on his keys, faded from time but still distinguishable. it makes your breath catch.

there’s no way it could be him. it was kind of dark in the party house with nothing but string lights and lamps illuminating it, and everything happened so quickly…but you do remember the colors of that mask. red, yellow, black—and that dark gray for the fur.

but maybe it’s really all just a coincidence; how much sense would it make to turn every person with wolf paraphernalia and random stray hairs into a suspect?

you walk down the rest of the aisle and away from the man with growing unease. maybe it’s time to find jungkook so you can get out of here; you can hardly keep yourself together, and despite your best attempts at logic, you can’t stop yourself from getting more frantic about those two things.

speeding up your walk and weaving through people, you look down every aisle in search for jungkook before you find him, rushing over to him as you breathe heavily.

“whoa, what the hell is wrong? did somebody do something?”

“no, i…”

“what happened?”

“it’s the…well, the…i saw, uh…”

“y/n.”

“i saw—the mask. the fur from the mask. do you remember it?”

“…you mean that stupid ass werewolf mask?” you gesture for jungkook to lower his voice. “wait, you’re saying you saw it in here?”

“no, i saw a man who had a strand of hair on his jacket…” it starts sounding ridiculous to your own ears the more you speak, but you continue. “the strand—it was the same color as that fur. the same length! and he—he had some weird wolf keychain…”

jungkook stares at you for a long moment before sighing. “you’re not serious? a random strand of hair that could be from anybody or anything? that could be from someone’s fucking grandma for all we know. plus a keychain…maybe he just likes wolves, y/n.”

you already know that saying i just feel like something is off won’t be enough to convince him. you sigh with a deep sense of defeat, considering that he’s probably right. maybe your initial assumption was the more sensible answer. “…right. i think i’m just really fucked up right now after everything that happened. can we finish up here?”

“yeah, we will. because you definitely need to lay down soon or something. you haven’t had any sleep all night, right?” the way jungkook eyes you with concern as if you’ve lost your mind annoys you. you’re about to give a smart remark when you notice something in the carrying-basket he has.

“…a baseball bat?”

“if the killer comes after us again, duh. we’ll be prepared this time. or at least i will.”

“good luck with that if he happens to have another gun.” rolling your eyes, you brush past jungkook to go to one of the checkout counters.

in the parking lot, you see that the man from earlier has also come out and is putting the last of his grocery bags into his car trunk. there’s really nothing spectacular about his appearance that would make him stand out in a crowd, with his average height and average looks, let alone incriminate him as a serial killer. yet that familiar unease won’t leave.

he sees you and jungkook walking towards the car together, and his eyes dart to the bullet holes in jungkook’s car. then he makes eye contact with you. you give a half-hearted wave, unsure what else to do with his eyes stuck on you. for a moment, his lips turn up into the faintest smile before he shakes his head and gets into his own car.

MONDAY, NOV 6

you’ve spent half of saturday and all of sunday trying to get used to living in your sister’s house with jungkook. veronica had been surprisingly okay with having him stay over, though most of it was her being relieved you finally found “a potential boyfriend who’s actually cute.” you didn’t have the energy to argue with her.

you’ve also been constantly checking on camille (to her eventual annoyance) and seeing if there are any more updates on lorelai. still nothing. your dread grows the further away you get from that bloody friday, but you try to keep your thoughts from straying too darkly.

right now, you, veronica, and jungkook all sit on the couch together in a neat little row, a bowl of popcorn in front of you on the coffee table and some science-fiction B-movie playing on the TV. your sister proposed the idea to distract yourselves from everything going on, but so far, you feel like it isn’t very effective. at least not for you. your mind keeps wandering to other things every 5 minutes.

eventually, veronica yawns widely, stretching her arms and legs before rising off the couch. “okay, i’m getting tired as fuck. i need to go to sleep for work tomorrow anyway. you guys enjoy the rest of the movie, okay?” she pats your shoulder as she passes by you on her way out of the room.

jungkook waves. “oh, sure. goodnight.”

“night, sis.”

when jungkook’s attention goes back to the movie, your sister makes eye contact with you and points her finger at you menacingly. you give her a shocked look while she mouths you know what i mean and swirls her finger in jungkook’s direction. embarrassed at the implication, you roll your eyes and turn your head back to the TV screen. having sex with jungkook on your sister’s couch is not high on your list of priorities tonight.

after your sister is gone, jungkook spreads out on the couch like it’s his own living room, placing his legs right over your lap. you sigh, looking over at him—and hoping that your eyes don’t linger too obviously on the expanse of thigh muscle that’s now on display from his shorts riding up higher.

“…really? i don’t want your big ole legs in my lap.”

jungkook just grins. “you should lay down too, it’s more comfortable this way.” you stare at him, and he tries to egg you on by pulling the sleeve of your shirt. “come on.”

“i’m not laying down on top of you, if that’s what you’re after.”

you do end up lying down, but on the opposite side of the couch so that your legs are tangled together, which really just increases the amount of contact between you either way—but whatever.

this makes jungkook laugh more. “ha, it’s like we’re scissoring.”

“so damn corny.”

you two continue watching the rest of the movie, but by the end of it you don’t remember half of what happened. taking the remote, you flip through the channels and try to find something else to look at. there isn’t much interesting to watch on a random monday night—which would be a school night anyway, if not for the current context.

as you search for a channel, jungkook asks: “what would you do if you found out who the killer was?”

you squint your eyes at his odd question. maybe the obvious answer would be to alert the police. but after days of having your anger stoked like a fire, that’s not exactly the answer you’d choose. “maybe i’d kill him.” the words leave your lips easily, and you hardly think twice about them once they’re out.

neither of you speak for a few long moments.

“does that scare you?” you ask, after the silence starts annoying you. you want to laugh, but there’s nothing really funny about the situation.

“…not really. angry women are kinda sexy. so are dangerous ones.”

you scoff. “i’m not tryna be sexy, you fool. and how many dangerous women have you dealt with? seems to me you only have a thing for the innocents.”

“it’s not like i only fuck virgins. you don’t even know me like that.” he nudges your leg with his foot like he’s also annoyed, but his expression doesn’t show any actual irritation.

“…if you want to go back and forth about it, go outside and argue with the wall or something. i’m in no mood, jungkook.” you shove his foot off of you. “just, holy shit. i wish i could have just one hour where i don’t have to think about any of this shit. my mind can’t even breathe.”

he’s actually quiet for a couple minutes after. you think he’s moved on from the conversation until he finally says, “i can give you an hour.”

your body becomes alert at that. the insinuation in his tone is obvious. you glance backwards as if your sister could hear you from upstairs, though you know that’s illogical. “i got what i wanted from you already,” you whisper.

“so? what if i wanted to give you more? you know you’re allowed to have sex with a person more than once, yeah?” he chuckles.

here he is making you this offer, and once again you feel like you’ve been reduced to the state of a confused lamb in front of a hungry wolf. you realize that the idea of letting yourself get more physically entangled with jungkook scares you. he is not someone you can turn into a boyfriend, who wants to be a boyfriend, and you are only looking to save yourself from any potential hurt. “it would just be sex—right? you have to know i’m not looking for anything deeper from you.”

jungkook smirks. like with yoongi, you don’t know if he believes you. “i know.”

you want to undo almost everything from the past few days. you can’t forget, but for a while, you want to just exist outside of the timeline where there’s a killer on the loose and one of your friends is missing. it’s too much to handle; your body is approaching its limits for the amount of stress it can take. you need a balm to numb the pain and the fear, and you dislike that you are giving into your base instincts to do so. you feel guilty, somehow. but pleasure is easy. at least it has been whenever you sought it on your own—and now you have someone else to give it to you. someone who is in front of you now, proposing it with all the willingness in the world. maybe there’s really nothing wrong with saying yes.

“jungkook…”

“hm?”

“please just shut the fuck up and don’t say another word about the outside world right now. i don’t want to think about anything but your…” you falter, still trying to get used to expressing what you want sexually.

jungkook sits up, his hands sliding up your legs and to your hips. “but my what?”

“um, your…” your thoughts end when he leans down and pulls the hem of your sweater up, planting a kiss on your waist where your skin meets the waistband of your sweatpants. one kiss turns into a second, and a third. the fourth becomes an open-mouthed embrace of his lips on your skin, and you make a small noise of pleasure when his tongue gets involved.

“careful. don’t want veronica to come down here, remember?”

you huff. “that isn’t happening any time soon, believe me.”

his kisses continue as he begins to slide your sweatpants down, revealing the waistband of your panties. once they’re fully on display, he leans forward to nuzzle his face between your thighs, his mouth and nose pressing into the seat of your underwear. his actions take you off guard. you actually give a brief chuckle from surprise, though you are also somewhat embarrassed. “now what the hell are you doing?”

“let me savor my meal before i eat it.” his warm breaths tickle your inner thighs as he speaks.

“ugh, don’t turn me off.”

“that’s funny, because i seem to have an easy time getting you wet.” to prove it, his fingers press into the seat of your underwear to feel the wetness that’s seeped into them; you sigh from the brief pleasure his fingers’ movements afford you before he pulls them away.

jungkook drags your panties down next, his lips trailing down your lower abdomen and across the curls of hair covering your pubic mound. your body fills with anticipation at the gradual pace of his actions and the purposeful, wet caresses of his mouth.

when he uses his thumbs to press your lower lips apart and expose you more fully to him, you have half a mind to be self-conscious about it until he places his mouth on you in earnest.

jungkook eats like someone who hasn’t done so in a while and doesn’t know when he’ll get to do it again. his mouth sucks at your clit like he’s desperate for you to come, tongue rolling over the swollen nub in an unrelenting pattern that has your stomach tensing, and you quickly realize you do have to try to silence yourself even if you know it won’t wake veronica up. you twist your hands into the sleeves of your sweater and lean your head back on the couch’s armrest as you arch your hips up closer to jungkook’s face, uncaring about how vulnerable you feel completely offering yourself up to him like this; right now, all you want is to feel good.

“gonna come quick again? maybe we can set a new record?” jungkook pins your knee against the couch with his elbow to keep your legs open as he slides two fingers inside, diving straight in instead of working you up this time. your body breaks out in a sweat and you know you really won’t last long once he does this, the tips of his fingers aiming for that dreadful, wonderful, and overpowering place inside you. you don’t know how people do this—you feel like you’re going to die when he stimulates that spot, and all you want to do is scream even though you can’t.

“a r-record? fuck off…” you choke out, though you begin to rock your hips into the rhythm of his fingers, needing so badly for him to take you over the edge again.

he chuckles. “i don’t think you want me to fuck off right now.”

you have no words for a good comeback when he buries his head between your legs and slurps at your pussy again and crooks his fingers repeatedly to where your orgasm is unexpectedly rushing down upon you, causing your body to tense as you gasp and stifle any sounds that escape with your sweater sleeve.

jungkook doesn’t stop there and you don’t really expect him to, because you’re beginning to learn he isn’t a one-and-done type of man. he keeps sucking and stroking you right into another releasewhile you push the beanie off his head, fist your fingers into his strands, and tremble over the sight of his pitch-black mess of hair between your thighs. something about the visual is so appealing to you.

after he has made you come for the third time, you watch him sit up on his knees to reach into his shorts and pull his dick out, his darkened tip slick with precum. his long hair falls into his face as he glances downward, using the hand he’d been fingering you with to lube himself up with your cum.

“come here,” you tell him, your voice coming out sharper than you intended; but he doesn’t care, because he follows your request without a word and presses himself into your side. the couch is just big enough to accommodate both of you in this position, but it’s still a tight fit, and your bodies are once again tangled together.

“let me touch you,” you say, your palm pressed to his stomach, feeling the firmness of the muscle.

he raises his eyebrows, like you didn’t even need to ask. “of course.”

“no, i mean…” he realizes what you actually mean as you brush his hand away from his shaft and wrap your fingers around it instead.

“should i teach you how?” jungkook brings his hand to overlap yours, though his breath becomes a bit strained when you slide your hand to the base of his cock and back to the tip again, the pads of your fingers rubbing over the sensitive head. seeing your fingers around him turns him on more than he thought it could, and it’s just a simple fucking handjob.

you roll your eyes. “stroking a dickshouldn’t be that hard.”

“everyone likes it differently, though. fast, slow, soft, or rough…just the tip, or the whole shaft.” you can’t deny that—or the way you find yourself throbbing at his words, his voice husky from the pleasure. which is why you let jungkook close his hand more fully around yours and guide your movements.

it’s captivating to observe his reactions from your hand on his skin—the heavy breaths he lets out and the soft moans and even softer whimpers that come in between the exhales. whenever you squeeze his shaft more firmly or rub your thumb against his leaking tip, you find yourself grinning at the rise and fall of his chest and the tongue that darts out of his mouth to lick at his lips. but mostly, your eyes are drawn back to the sight of your hand working him over, his thighs and stomach tensing sporadically.

eventually, you both look away from your joined hands and at each other’s faces. your eyes dart to his lips and back to his gaze again, and you shift your face forward to signal your desire for a kiss. he meets you there by pressing his lips to yours, and it isn’t hard for him to get lost in the meeting of your mouths and the heat from your palm on his shaft.

your free hand returns to his soft hair to tug on it as your tongues slide against each other. he grunts at the burn of his roots being pulled but doesn’t stop you; on the contrary, his body responds favorably as more precum swells from his tip and his nipples poke against the material of his shirt.

“do you like that, jungkook?” you mumble against his mouth.

“you know i do.” at some point, his hand falls away and he lets you stroke him on your own.

jungkook gives a shuddering moan into your mouth when he climaxes minutes later, thick streams of his cum shooting onto his shirt and dripping down your hand. he tries to keep quiet and doesn’t entirely succeed, but it doesn’t much matter.

you squeeze the few remaining drops of cum from his cockhead, trying to make sure you don’t grip hard enough to actually hurt him. you pull your sticky hand away from jungkook when you think he’s finally emptied, but he grabs your wrist and you look at him questioningly. you watch with shocked eyes as jungkook brings your hand up and takes your messy fingers into his mouth, sucking his cum from them. you know instinctively it isn’t the first time he’s done this—not with the look of pure satisfaction on his features as he licks his own seed off your fingers.

his enthusiastic pleasure is part of the reason why you accept when jungkook gives you a crushing kiss, passing his cum from his tongue to yours. you don’t know what you expected it to taste like, but it isn’t gross like you’ve heard others complain about when sharing their sex tales; despite being salty, the overall taste is neutral. still, it takes some getting used to.

when you pull away from each other, noses brushing and lips wet from each other’s spit, you look into his dark brown eyes and get the sudden desire to say something that’s been buried in the back of your mind for days now.

“why did you come straight to me that night?” you whisper. “like you already knew who you were there for.”

jungkook stares back, his lips curving up slightly. “i just wanted to. or i wanted you, more specifically.”

“that’s not an answer.”

“well, it’s my answer.”

“was i another one to knock off your list?”

“you think i have a list?”

“i’m not stupid. it’s not unusual for guys to have a list. plus, plenty of rumors go around.”

jungkook taps his fingers underneath your chin and kisses you on the lips again, though it is brief. “stop believing everything you hear.”

you clearly won’t be getting a straight answer from him tonight. with the moment broken, you sigh and begin pulling your bottoms back on. “…whatever you say, dude.” once you’re dressed, you climb over his body to get off the couch. you poke him in the chest as your eyes roam over him in his disheveled state, his shorts pulled down and his cum staining his black shirt. “might wanna clean yourself up, huh? i’m going to sleep. and, yeah…thanks for the distraction.”

TUESDAY, NOV 7

with the weather being as cold as it is and heading toward winter in another month or so, lorelai is surprised by how quickly the bodies began to smell.

she doesn’t know much of anything about bodily decomposition—because, to her parents’ disappointment, she wasn’t about to be a biology major and have to be around cadavers in a dissection lab—but if this were a movie or something, she would’ve thought it would take longer than just one day. the smell started to hit her the saturday after the party.

but ultimately, this isn’t a movie, and the fact that she’s trapped in a decrepit house in some remote part of town is her present reality.

she doesn’t remember anything about how she got to this house; she thinks she must have been concussed before she was brought here. her head has been hurting badly for days, and not even the simple relief of a painkiller is available.

what she does know is that she’s being kept in a dirty living room on an equally dirty mattress, her hands and legs tied by rope and zip-ties. if there were any miniscule chance of her escaping, it would be impossible to go anywhere considering both her ankles are broken, only adding to the amount of physical pain she’s been in for days.

the living room is mostly empty except for the bodies of some other students from the party, which have been scattered around the room. lorelai tries not to look at them—especially not at the ones she knows—but it’s difficult. they become even more terrifying to her when night falls, turning into dark, rotting shadows in the corners of the room. there has been nothing but the company of these corpses for days, and a couple of visits from the killer.

he's never once taken off his wolf mask or his gloves, and every other part of his body stays covered in all black. she doesn’t have the first idea of what he looks like underneath it all. he has spoken to her a few times, but the voice isn’t one she recognizes. his words when she first awoke inside this house still knock around in her mind, filling her with dread.

he’d crouched in front of her, watching her move around on the mattress and try to orient herself. he had the casual air of someone observing a flipped-up bug struggle on the sidewalk before crushing it underfoot. “you aren’t y/n, but you’ll do for now. we’ll have some real fun later on. you’ll help me give her a good scare.”

“how the fuck do you know y/n?” lorelai had struggled against her restraints, but this only made her newly broken ankles hurt worse. tears began to fall from her eyes from the pain and fear.

the killer had said nothing to that—only tilted his head curiously and stared at her, which was unnerving even if she couldn’t see his eyes.

“you have no fucking reason to go after her, she’s not even a virgin anymore you dumb fuck—” with those words, the killer had backhanded her, sending her already injured head into a fresh wave of agony.

“things would’ve been different if not for that fucking party. you students think you’re so fucking clever, yeah? and look how you paid for it.” it was impossible to see any facial expression, but his body language spoke of anger. “no matter, though. virgin or not, i’ll see this through to the end.”

now it’s yet another morning, and he has returned. he has a lot of debris in his hands—stuff like sticks and dry moss and foliage. he’s also carrying a small bag, the contents of it a mystery. everything he does causes alarm for lorelai, but now confusion joins in.

“ready to have some fun?” he asks. with duct tape over her mouth, she can’t answer back. she watches as he arranges the debris on the ground in front of her, her anxiety mounting as he takes a lighter out of his pocket and sets fire to the foliage.

leaning forward, he rips part of the duct tape away from her mouth with his gloved hand, causing her face to sting. “got anything to say?”

“wh-what the fuck are you doing?”

“i’m gonna stoke a nice fire here…get this knife hot enough to hurt.” he brings out his knife then, and lorelai shrinks away from the blade as he drags the flat of it across her throat—but there’s nowhere else to go, as she’s sitting up against the wall. “then i’ll just cut this pretty little body up a bit. the finishing touch…i think i’ll slice your throat open. how does that sound?” he takes the knife away from her neck to hold the blade over the flames.

lorelai’s breath hitches, and her stomach begins to physically hurt from the outpouring of anxiety flowing through her. she starts to sob, trying to speak through the tears and snot and drool. the only question she can muster up is, “wh-why?”

“this is for y/n—remember? i hope that concussion hasn’t fucked with your memory.” the killer watches the reflection of the flames on the blade as it grows hotter. “and…i’m doing someone a favor.” he doesn’t wait for her to speak again before putting the duct tape back in place over her mouth, leaving her to cry to herself and face her rising distress as he heats the knife until it’s burning hot. internally, she wishes there was any way in the world to get out of this situation.

it isn’t much longer before he’s finished. lorelai screams as he approaches her with the knife, and then at the feeling of the red-hot blade scorching her skin, though the sounds are stifled by the duct tape.

“now, be still while i fix you up.”

WEDNESDAY, NOV 8

you go outside that afternoon to check the mail and have an excuse to get out of the house; it doesn’t matter if it’s only for a few moments. you’re not used to staying cooped up in one place for so long with absolutely nothing to do, and you feel like you’re not too far off from going mad with cabin fever. it hasn’t even been a week since everything happened.

you open the mailbox, and there are the usual bills along with something strange: a blank envelope with no return address. even your sister’s address isn’t written on it. flipping it over, you see that the envelope was never sealed. someone must’ve just come up and put it inside the mailbox. but who the hell would do that, and for what reason? whenever any of your neighbors have something to give you or your sister, they come straight up to the house to do it.

inside the envelope is a set of polaroids. their content makes you drop the rest of the mail. your legs grow weak, and you end up sitting down hard on the end of the driveway, some of the polaroids slipping from your hands. the pictures show the bodies of some of the students from your university, their corpses posed in odd positions and some bare of clothing—all dead.

you struggle to breathe as you frantically flip through the rest of the pictures. in the center of all the group photos is lorelai, her neck torn open and her wrists and ankles tied. she’s still dressed the way she was the night of the party, though her dress is stained with dark brown blood. there are open cuts all over her bare skin, their appearance rough-looking and uneven as if they’ve been cauterized.

there are several group polaroids, several of lorelai alone, and several angles of the outside of a house, which must be the same one the bodies are being kept in. one photo of lorelai slips out of your shaking hands, and you see there’s barely legible handwriting on the back of it, which reads, “this is just the teaser, y/n.”

you scream and don’t stop screaming until jungkook comes running out of the house holding the baseball bat, as if the killer might’ve gotten bold enough to attack in daylight. a couple of your neighbors peek out of their houses and make their way over with concern on their faces once they see you sitting on the ground, your exclamations ringing through the street.

there’s a disarrayed group of people around you grabbing at your shoulders and asking what’s wrong, what happened, and then gasps and exclamations of shock when they see the polaroids. you feel yourself being pulled to your feet and then lifted up—maybe it’s jungkook, because it smells like him—but you’re too disoriented to make proper sense of anything right now. you can only think of how much time has been wasted, and how little time lorelai actually had left.

SUNDAY, NOV 12

in the main lobby of the funeral home, you sit in a chair next to camille, staring into empty space while the other girl tries to cry as quietly as she can. she cries as if she’s ashamed of it, and you wish you could comfort her, but you don’t know what to say or do. for the past few days, you’ve mostly just felt numb.

you’re waiting for veronica to come back out so you can leave, as she’d stayed behind after the service to talk to lorelai’s family for a little longer.

lorelai’s family had opted to have her cremated after seeing the state of her body. a lot of other families did the same after the events of cherry bomb, not even wanting to entertain the idea of a closed-casket funeral. you can understand their feelings about it if you push through the haze in your mind to consider it for long enough. though the morticians have done the best they can over the past week, sometimes knowing that your loved one has multiple stab wounds and eviscerated organs beneath all the makeup and fancy clothing is too much to handle.

when veronica finally comes out, the three of you walk outside to join the rest of the people who’ve started getting in their cars. some still linger in small huddles, shaking their heads and wiping their faces.

jungkook, who’d driven you and veronica to the memorial, waits outside for you all, leaning on the side of the building. you both thought it was probably better for him not to attend the service considering lorelai was never fond of him and he didn’t know her that well.

“is it finished?” he asks.

“it is.” veronica sighs. “god, funerals are so damn…bleak.”

you notice a man waving at your group from the other side of the parking lot and realize it’s camille’s dad. her posture straightens when she catches sight of him, and she hurriedly tries to wipe the rest of her tears before shoving her tissue into her pocket. “i-i think my dad is waiting for me. i…i’ll see you guys later, alright?”

“okay, camille.” the strange absence of emotion that you’ve been trapped in for the past few days suddenly cracks open when you notice camille’s anxious demeanor as she speed-walks away from the rest of you. intense sorrow overtakes you; you don’t want her to leave, but she has to go.

you are crying before you fully understand what’s happening. veronica puts her arms around you and squeezes you against the side of her body. jungkook reaches a thumb up to wipe away your tears, though you don’t let him get very far before turning your head away and into veronica’s shoulder.

“y/n…”

“how am i supposed to go on?” you exclaim, catching the attention of a few people nearby. “the police said maybe she’s just staying with friends. and now look. plus, the killer knows where me and my sister live now…maybe he always knew.”

“we don’t even have a clue who the killer is…” jungkook mumbles. “there’s no one you know of who might have a grudge against you?”

“no, jungkook. the police already gave me all that questioning. and it doesn’t help me feel any better to think maybe all these deaths are somehow my fault.” you scoff.

“y/n, nothing’s your fault because some freak decided to go around killing people; that was his decision.” jungkook argues.

you nod slightly to his words but say nothing else, not wanting to go further into that topic. you don’t know if you can believe him about that.

the parking lot is emptying out now, so you try to pull yourself together so the three of you can leave. “well…you don’t need to keep staying with us if you don’t want to. we have those assigned bodyguards now, so…” you glance in the direction of one other car sitting beside jungkook’s—inside it are two men the police force appointed after the polaroids of the bodies were planted in your sister’s mailbox.

jungkook looks at you as if he’s trying to gauge your expression; he himself looks surprised, though he attempts to play it off. veronica glances between you both, recognizing the awkward shift in the air.

“you don’t want me there anymore? i mean it is your house—” he glances at veronica “—so that’s fine with me if—"

“what? i didn’t say i don’t want you there, neither did veronica, it’s just if you don’t want to be there—"

“i never said i didn’t want to be there, though?”

you both become quiet, jungkook looking at you and you returning his gaze for a few seconds before looking off to the side. veronica is still standing between you both like she’d rather be anywhere else on earth.

“i just figured that maybe…” why are you being so concerned about me? isn’t this the part where we go our separate ways? is what you really want to ask. you have seen and learned enough from your friends’ and even your acquaintances’ experiences to realize that any other one night stand would not have cared so much. that’s how these things go, right? but he isn’t really a one night stand anymore, either.

you don’t even know if you’re considered friends with benefits, but what would that change? you’d still seen others tossed aside without much thought by their FWBs while in times of need. considering his history, you don’t understand why jungkook isn’t following the same template now, and you don’t think you should ask why for fear of breaking the illusion.

fed up with your own confusion, you decide now isn’t the time to lament on your lack of knowledge about these things. “nevermind. that’s fine. so you’ll stay?”

the corner of his mouth lifts in a brief smile. “i’ll stay as long as you won’t try to kick me out.”

you aren’t in the mood to attempt to smile back, but he seems to understand that. “right, well...good.”

“…now that you two have figured that shit out, can we leave?”

FRIDAY, NOV 17

jungkook thought that getting outside a bit more would help you feel better and prevent you from developing a complete fear of leaving the house, which is why you’re sitting in this claustrophobic little diner now with him, yoongi, and camille—and of course, your ever-present bodyguards in the booth behind you all. but this outing isn’t doing anything to mitigate your fears.

nearly 10 minutes in, you have to ask jungkook to switch seats with you so you’re not on the outside of the booth, as you’re afraid that it’s too easy-access if anyone—say, the killer, though you’ve been trying not to think so obsessively about him—were to come in and start stabbing you to death right where you sit. being on the inside calms you for a little while until you become anxious about the window beside you; what if he has a gun again and simply shoots through the glass? all he’d have to do is stand on the sidewalk and aim, his werewolf mask laughing at you with its eternally frozen growling expression, and your brains would be all over the table just like that frat guy’s.

your meal sits half-eaten as you get increasingly lost in your anxieties. the others are talking about something, but you can’t hear what. it’s like some of your senses have shut down or begun working incorrectly. the strawberry sauce in camille’s sundae looks too much like blood and even smells like it from the occasional whiffs you get, and you find yourself staring at the sundae dish and wanting to throw it across the restaurant.

jungkook’s hand touches you on the back, and the tension in your body increases. he feels it and draws away, though he keeps trying to meet your eyes. “are you okay?” he whispers.

“why ask that? she obviously isn’t,” yoongi says, like he’s annoyed with the obviousness of jungkook’s question.

“hyung, i’m just trying to help.”

“it was your great idea to come out here when she didn’t want to, though.”

“y/n—” camille starts.

“can’t you throw that out? it smells like blood.” your mouth feels useless and hard to maneuver, but you manage to say those words.

“what?”

“the…that. that thing.” everyone looks at camille’s melting sundae. yoongi raises his eyebrows.

“blood?”

“do you mean it—looks like blood?” jungkook suggests.

you raise your voice in irritation, not understanding how everyone else is unable to perceive the same scent that you do. “no, i-it does, but it smells like blood too! just get rid of it!”

one of the waitresses comes over to the table. “is everything okay over here?”

“um, we’re fine! i’m finished with this though.” camille hurriedly hands the sundae off to her, trying to keep the situation calm.

“oh, well—the rest of you too? that’ll be it, then?” she gathers everyone’s plates and leaves with a smile that attempts to be cordial but is still colored with unease.

her departure leaves a stiff silence in which you all spare glances at each other but try to avoid directly meeting eyes. camille is the first to break it.

“i’ll ask my dad if i can stay over with you,” she suggests. she suddenly sounds much more tired. jungkook’s eyebrows furrow slightly at her words; yoongi silently glances at the younger man. “just, you know…maybe the extra company would help? he’s been treating me like a kid again, but we should be safe with the bodyguards there, so…”

“you don’t have to do that,” you say, though you’re too exhausted to truly argue.

“you’re in shambles, y/n. and it’s not just for your benefit. i’m feeling pretty fucking alone right now, and it’s hard for my dad to understand the emotional side of it, so…” camille plays with her fingers and doesn’t look at anyone as she speaks; you know talking about her father can be a sore spot for her sometimes. “uh, anyway. not to trauma-dump or anything. just let me do this.”

you sigh. “fine…okay. do whatever you have to. can we just leave?”

as you’re all walking outside, jungkook pulls you aside.

“i still worry about you after that incident at the store, you know?” he admits.

you shrug his hand off your arm and glare at him. “you think i’m crazy.”

“i don’t. i just want you to be able to relax and not feel like you’re being hunted 24/7. i don’t think the killer is constantly waiting around the nearest corner for you, y/n.”

“you don’t know how close the killer could be. he knows where i go to sleep at night. so stop the bullshit, jungkook.”

“you’ll be okay. you have me, remember? i protected you that night…i can do it again.”

you examine his face for a long moment and find that you are too overwhelmed with stress and fear to be moved by his words. “i’d like to trust you…but the killer might just murder you too. then who’ll save me?” you don’t wait for his response before walking away to catch up with the other two.

LYING IN WAIT...

it’s strange to see the police bodyguards in veronica’s driveway and backyard everyday. it’s not the same two all day—they switch off so that there are two doing a day shift and two doing a night shift.

the security team at the hospital where your sister works is aware of the situation, so you try not to get too worried about her safety when she’s away from the house—but it’s difficult.

there have been no more kills connected to your university since lorelai. it seems like half the town has forgotten their fears and tried to go back to some sense of normalcy while the other half still hides away and lives in perpetual panic, including you. the former group of people has started muddying the waters for the police, with some teenagers getting brave enough to sneak around in wolf masks and vandalize buildings with red-lettered virgin graffiti just to fuck with the cops. there have even been a few people who turned themselves in claiming to be the killer—only their supposed confessions never matched the details of the case.

reporters have tried to hound lorelai’s family and your family several times for any speculations or answers on the killer’s identity, but none of you are willing to spread misinformation just to give them something to write about. however, that hasn’t stopped other residents of your town from sharing their speculations and even implicating their own relatives or neighbors—whether as a fucked-up joke or as genuine revenge just depends on whoever’s speaking. with all of these false leads, the police are still no closer to finding the killer than they’d initially been.

everyday feels like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop, though the chances of any more kills are starting to seem improbable; the university is practically empty. but it doesn’t matter to you if the school is nearly deserted, because the killer has his aims set on you now, and you only wish you knew why.

up in your room, you and camille sit on your bed gazing out the window—the window that must always remain locked now, for fear of unwanted ingress. you’ve never been uncomfortable in your sister’s house, but lately you’ve been feeling like you’re boxed in with every wall pressing towards you.

sitting up from your lying-down position, you have to find the appropriate words for a moment before speaking. “camille—i can’t stop feeling like maybe we aren’t entirely safe,” you murmur.

camille raises her eyebrows. “why not? those guys stay outside all day, and we keep everything locked up day and night. literally, the only time the front door opens is for veronica to leave and come back from work everyday.”

“i don’t know. there’s no particular reason for it…it just seems like we’re waiting for something.”

“…yeah? for the killer to be caught.”

“but he’s made no moves recently. you remember the policeman’s daughter, right? i even texted her and she hasn’t heard anything new that we don’t already know. seems like things have slowed down at the police station. it’s not like that abandoned house was in the killer’s name or anything, so what leads would they have?”

camille frowns and rubs her eyes like something’s in them, but when she looks at you directly, you see her eyes are red from unshed tears. “…i want things to be okay, though. i’m tired of living like this. you know how i had to beg just to get my dad to let me leave the house. he’s constantly on edge.” you feel even more unsettled to see camille so distressed lately, as she’s always been the only one able to pull something funny out of a terrible situation—something enough to distract you from the horrors. “all i know is they’ll have to dig his ass out of some hole in the ground at some point. he can’t hide in this town forever.”

“yeah…i guess you’re right.” you still don’t feel reassured, but you don’t voice your doubts.

WEDNESDAY, NOV 22

“i think i might go mad,” camille says from her position on the armchair, her limbs splayed haphazardly across it and one hand stuck in a bag of chips.

you sigh. “you’re the one who wanted to watch this thanksgiving movie marathon.”

“the most mid holiday of the season,” jungkook adds.

“no one cares what either of you think, thanks.” it isn’t long before the program is over and the ending credits are rolling. with an exaggerated exhale, camille gets up from the chair and crunches the bag of chips in her hand. “i’m going to your room, y/n. you two just do whatever it is you do down here, since you hate my movie choices so much!”

“means we can finally turn the channel.” jungkook snatches the remote off the coffee table and does just that.

camille goes into the kitchen to throw out the chip bag and wash her hands. your focus returns to the TV. a few seconds later, you hear the upstairs flooring creak above the noise of the water pouring from the tap.

“what’s up, sis? i thought you were sleeping.” veronica is known to be a deep sleeper, so it’s not common for her to be getting up in the middle of the night. there’s no answer to your question. you glance upstairs, but your sister isn’t standing there; she isn’t standing at all, instead being carried by someone wearing an all-too familiar mask.

you scream as the killer tosses your sister over the stair railing. her torso has been sliced open from collarbone to navel, her body leaving a large splatter of blood on the floor where she lands. jungkook jumps to his feet but is momentarily immobilized as he gazes at your sister’s body crumpled on the floor. you slide off the couch and crawl over to her, still crying out, but there’s no life left to try and salvage.

the screaming brings camille rushing to the kitchen doorway. she can barely vocalize what’s wrong? before spotting veronica’s body and stopping in her tracks. in a moment that feels like it takes forever to pass, the killer pulls a gun from his waistband—you recognize it as one of the guns the policemen carry and realize he must’ve killed the bodyguard posted in the backyard—and shoots her in the chest twice.

“camille!” when you go over to where she’s lying on the ground, she is still alive but bleeding intensely and struggling to breathe. your knees slip in the blood that begins pooling around her. “shit, camille…p-please don’t die…” you press your hand against the wounds, but they’re bleeding so much that your efforts don’t help, and the pressure of your hand causes her more pain.

there’s the sound of a gunshot at the front door as the lock is blown off, and the door is banged open a few seconds later by the remaining bodyguard. he has virtually no time to fire off another shot before the killer is shooting him in the head first.

the killer throws the gun aside, taking his knife in his other hand and making his way down the stairs. “your sister left her window cracked open. i waited for days for a slip-up like that. see how much harm can come from a simple mistake? well, she was collateral damage anyway.”

even in your panic, it’s as if all your bodily functions freeze when you recognize the familiarity of the killer’s voice. camille reacts with a rattling gasp, but her body is becoming too weak for her to utter anything; all she can do is watch as the man stops at the bottom of the stairs and pulls his mask off.

“yoongi…” your voice breaks as you try to speak again, but nothing coherent comes out.

he drops the mask on the floor and brushes a hand through his hair. “i guess you weren’t expecting that. good. we kept it up ‘til the end.”

your lips form around the word we, but your vocal cords won’t cooperate. you twist around to look at jungkook, who is still standing by the couch.

the man who you’d gotten too close to for your own good and done so many firsts with, who’d promised you that he’d protect you and was even there for you on the day of lorelai’s memorial, looks at you now with eyes glowing from the thrill as his mouth twitches into a smile—small at first but growing into a full grin. “i almost can’t believe we staged all that shit and it actually worked. you really believed it all, y/n.

not all of those kills were hyung’s, of course...there’s no way i’d miss out on the best parts. you don’t know what it’s like until you kill a person for the first time. crashing cherry bomb was his idea, though. and lorelai was mine. that bitch would’ve kept you away from me, and i needed her gone for this kill to work.”

through tears, you finally muster up the strength to ask, “wh-why have you done this? that night…y-you mean to tell me none of that was real? being shot at—why would you—” your voice rises until you’re shouting. “you-you’ve killed so many people. what was the purpose?!”

jungkook’s smile fades somewhat as he pretends to think about it, acting like he’s reminiscing on wistful memories. “i realized that killing and fucking aren’t that different, y/n. the real ecstasy of it is in taking someone pure…and doing something to them that has never been done before, and can never be done again. there’s a certain eroticism in killing someone, stabbing them, entering them…it’s like sex in the most profane sense.”

“you’re disgusting,” you mutter, glaring at him through your tears. you can’t help but feel shame to think of the times you’d had sex with him. had he simply been imagining murdering you during those moments? it makes you want to throw up.

yoongi steps closer until he’s right in front of you and camille. “and as for me…i just enjoy it. practice really does make perfect. you wouldn’t believe how entertaining it can be to see someone beg for their life.” his lips turn upwards in a dark smile resembling jungkook’s. “but instead of raging at us, i think you have bigger matters to be concerned with.” yoongi gestures his knife hand to camille, and when you look down at her body, you realize she’s no longer moving.

you lift camille’s head up with your hands as if that could make her return your gaze, though you can find no sign of breathing or pulse. “god, no…” you scream in frustration, your hands slipping in her blood. you check once more and again for any signs of life, because there is just no possible way this could’ve happened, but there are none present. “please—i’m sorry…”

“time’s up.” yoongi grabs your arm and yanks you away from camille, jostling you to try to get you on your feet. you flail around in his grip, fruitlessly scratching at his arms that are covered by his thick jacket, before managing to elbow him in the groin with your frantic movements. “shit!” this causes him to loosen his grip, which is enough for you to scramble away from him, slipping in the blood as you go.

you make it to the other side of the room where the officer lies facedown—though there isn’t much left of his face from yoongi’s shot. you snatch the gun from the dead officer’s hand and point it in the direction of both men. the safety is already off; all you’d have to do is pull the trigger and kill either one of them right now. before you can act, yoongi uses his free hand to pull another gun from his waistband—his own.

“as i said before, i know how to take care of myself,” he says, flicking the safety off and aiming for you, though his stance shows he’s still in pain. “please don’t assume it’ll be that easy. do you even know how to shoot a gun?”

you and yoongi are at an impasse as you both point your guns at each other, jungkook looking on with casual amusement coloring his face. “fuck you,” you spit out. you remain hesitant to fire on him, knowing that even if you succeed, he could fatally shoot you at the same time.

“let’s not do it this way,” yoongi says, his voice low and soft in an attempt to be persuasive, though you just find it disturbing. “you were supposed to be a clean kill. a few stabs and it’d all be over. i’ll even let jungkook do it, since you seem to like each other so much. do you really want to be shot down like a dog like camille over there?”

“you and him can both fry in hell!” you shout.

yoongi glances over at jungkook. they both nod before yoongi hands the knife to him, and the younger man takes a few steps in your direction. you don’t know whether to point the gun at him or keep it trained on yoongi; your head is pounding with a headache that you’ve only just realized you have. “don’t come over here. stay away from me!”

you press your back to the wall as jungkook comes closer, inching towards your right side with his knife at the ready. you slide away from him as you keep your back against the wall. “hand it over, y/n. it doesn’t have to be like this.”

“hand it over and let you kill me? are you insane? you lied to me this whole time, you fucking piece of shit.”

jungkook scoffs and looks at yoongi as if to say can you believe this? “why wouldn’t i lie to you? you were always meant to die.”

he won’t stop coming towards you, and you’re running out of room to slide away from him. you grasp for anything to try to reason with him, though you know it’s futile. “you realize that if you kill me now and you conveniently survive, everyone will know it’s you? you’ve been living here for weeks, you jackass!”

“hyung and i have that covered. it’s not for you to worry about, considering you won’t be worrying about anything soon.”

jungkook lunges for you with the knife, thinking he can catch you off guard and overpower you. you scream and pull the trigger in your frenzied state of mind, shooting yoongi. the next few things seem to happen almost simultaneously:

you hear the crash of yoongi’s body hitting the TV stand and the TV falling to the floor.

you feel jungkook’s knife piercing your shoulder, causing you to fire a stray round into the wall from the unexpected burst of pain.

you hear another gunshot that’s not from you; you see and feel jungkook stumble into you, the knife sliding from his fingers and to the floor.

you realize that he’s been shot when his hand flies to the bullet wound on his lower back; he’d been standing in front of you, and yoongi meant to hit you, not him.

“jungkook!” yoongi’s shout is furious and regretful as he steadies himself on the TV stand.

trying to push the pain into the back of your mind, you clumsily grasp jungkook’s fallen knife and run for the stairs. more shots follow you and most of them miss but one, which strikes you in the thigh. while you cling to the stair railing and try to regain your footing, you are suddenly staring mortality in the face and understanding with a freezing-cold clarity that you will die right now if you don’t do something.

your nervous system vibrates with fear and adrenaline as you tighten your grip on the police officer’s gun and shoot yoongi with it twice—in the same area he’d shot camille.

these last two bullets finish him off immediately. you don’t think it’s fair, with how camille suffered and bled and died in your arms. for a moment, you’re so outraged that you wish he’d come back to life so that you could kill him again. you’re torn from these thoughts by jungkook.

“you bitch…he was my only family after everyone else threw me away. do you understand? i’ll fucking kill you!” jungkook is nearly writhing in the ground from his upset and from the hurt of his injury; it frightens you that this same man is someone you once thought you could grow fond of.

you aim the gun for jungkook next, but the chamber is empty. either way, he currently has no weapon, which leaves you with a small chance to get away before he re-arms himself. throwing the gun away, you stagger up the rest of the steps while his screams continue echoing up to you.

you give no thought to the blood trail you’re leaving behind as you rush to veronica’s room and to the window yoongi had entered through. you begin squeezing yourself through, keeping your grip on your knife all the while, but your injuries make it difficult to move. a few more tears slip out as you try to balance your injured leg on the tree branch beneath the window, and the desperation of wanting to give up clings to you.

you hear jungkook’s heavy and limping footsteps coming up the stairs, and you attempt to hurry, but you’re only halfway out of the window. when he crashes into the room, it’s unnervingly easy for him to grab your arm and yank your body back through the window, uncaring of how you get scraped up in the process.

he jams you up against the nightstand with one of the kitchen knives to your neck to stop your movements; his harsh maneuver causes the objects on the nightstand to rattle. the nightstand’s edge digs into the backs of your thighs, the pressure causing your wounded thigh to hurt more.

“you want to know why i picked you?” jungkook hisses, the knife’s blade stinging your throat as it begins to break skin. “you were just another choice out of many, but i decided you’d be the first one that i’d fuck and kill.”

it’s painful to hear, but it angers you at the same time. “fuck you!” in your rage, you spit in his eyes. jungkook jerks back and the knife shifts from its previous position at your neck; you take those few seconds to grasp the alarm clock off the nightstand and crash it against his head.

“shit—!” he cries out, stumbling and grasping the side of his head. he tries to grab for you again, but you jump onto the bed and crawl away from him, your stomach lurching at all of veronica’s blood soaked into the sheets. you spot a small decorative glass bowl on the dresser—the one filled with little candies that you’d always teased veronica for, saying she was so much like a grandma handing out treats to her grandchildren. when your feet touch the ground again, you clasp your hand around it like it’s a lifeline and fling it at jungkook’s head as hard as you can, just as he makes it around the bed to your side. the shards cut his face when it breaks, slowing him down further as he grabs his slashed and bleeding face. one of his eyes is blinded from the blood and glass.

this will probably be your only chance while he’s struggling to gather himself. you rush towards him with the knife handle tight in both of your hands and drive the blade into the middle of his chest, putting all your strength into that movement—just as his own knife impales your abdomen.

you are both simultaneously struck from the shock of being stabbed, and it takes you a few long moments to piece your mind back together as the pain radiates throughout your body. jungkook groans when you shift the knife around in his wound as you pull it out, letting his blood flow out freely. his breaths become wet and rattling as he chokes on his own blood, the red fluid staining his mouth and dripping down to his neck. he jams his knife further into your wound in retaliation so that the handle is flush against your body, causing your head to spin.

“i-if i die, i’m taking you w-with me.” jungkook gasps with his remaining effort. his body starts to sag from its standing position as he weakens, his hand slipping from the knife handle. he loosely grasps the comforter with one hand as he collapses to his knees, his torso becoming soaked with blood and his head bleeding from your earlier hits.

you drop your knife and lean against the bed too, shifting your body to find a position that could lessen the pain, but it’s impossible with a knife lodged in your abdomen. you know enough to understand that you’ll bleed out faster if you remove it, though, so you resist the urge. “you can rot in hell alone, jungkook.” you watch him struggle for what feels like minutes before his breaths stop altogether and his body slumps to the floor. he is just a blur of clothes and blood through your tears. you’ve never felt so lonely in your life.

you have a thought to call 911, but you’re becoming more and more lightheaded from the blood loss, and you can already hear sirens approaching on your street. you figure one of your neighbors must’ve called after hearing the gunshots; perhaps the bodyguard sent for backup before he was shot. your rescue has come much later than you would’ve preferred—or maybe everything just happened much faster than it seemed. you can’t tell anymore.

you can’t tell anymore, and you no longer want to look at the carnage around you, and nothing makes any sense. so, you close your eyes to it all; and when you feel someone lifting you in their arms—this sensation is so familiar—and maneuvering you onto a stretcher, you allow yourself to relent to it and empty your mind of everything.

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 3 years ago

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Last ask i promise!! Just came back from reading all of ur enjou writing for real(made sure of it) and im fkgn hot as shit im bothered im gonna stay hornknee for the year thank u✋🏻😭💀(sorry for flooding ur ask box. Really i am)

I can't stop imagining him as an awkward virgin and is now sex crazed pussy drunk and can't life without breeding us every second of the day✋🏻😭🥲 now he's possessive as shit and can't even let another lector see us for two second too long🥺 no he wont attac his own kind no🥺, he just come to us and made sure we're his and his alone, we're okay if we get a little preggy no? For him? Right?🥺

hi hi anon!

oh it's fine! i don't mind you sending in enjou thirsts, in fact, i always look forward to them every time i post a new one! and it's fine that you flooded my inbox lol, i was just confused, so don't feel bad!

also yesss, i feel like enjou would start out as some awkward virgin who can't even fuck you properly, gets so flustered, and doesn't even know that he has such a big dick. but after becoming fuck buddies with you and then getting together with you, he's no longer the awkward and flustered enjou you'd fucked back in enkanomiya; now you can't even go a day without enjou fucking and cumming inside you at least once. not that you're complaining, in fact, you're enjoying yourself a little too much.

and i feel that while he'd been okay with leaving you in the company of a fellow lector or herald, he can't stop that deep itch that rises in his body that wants to keep you at his side no more than a few feet away at best. a clawed hand on the small of your back, hip, or your thigh, it doesn't matter, he craves having you close to him at all times, although he seems to like cuddling and enclosing around you when laying down, quite a lot actually. he doesn't know why he's feeling like this, but it isn't long before he gives in, if only a little. ( pls, he just wants attention and affection )

nsfw below!

being brought into the abyss was surely an experience, especially seeing as you weren't even supposed to be there in the first place, seeing as you were a human surrounded by countless abyss heralds, mages, and other lectors. they'd all stared you down, hungrily eyeing you like predators wanting to rip apart prey and eagerly watch it bleed out and die. so you just further edged yourself into enjou's side, and hold in your fear as best as you can whilst enjou glides alongside to where he'd said you could stay.

first, he had slipped off to the abyss majesty, the one who was behind all this, to at least inform them of your presence, of your relationship, and the benefits of keeping you around. it took him a while, with you standing nervously near some abyss herald's, who didn't seem too pleased to be having you within such close proximity, much less in the abyss with the rest of them, but they seemed to hold their much darker intentions back well enough. and for that reason, you just shut your mouth and keep your body stiff and upright.

when enjou returns, he silently waves off the heralds, and they grumble begrudgingly but leave peacefully, much to your relief. " e-enjou, i swear they were gonna kill me," you shudder and groan, a bit dramatically, but you deserved it. if it were for him, you'd definitely be torn to shreds, but torturously slowly as they peeled back your skin and exposed your twitching muscles-

" ughhhh," you cry out, hugging your arms into your body, enjou chuckling as he wraps an armored arm around your shoulders, assuring you that you did great and that you weren't gonna die. " would you like me to carry you?" he asks gently, and you nod vigorously, sighing happily as he scoops you up with ease, letting you wrap your legs and arms around his warm body, nuzzling your back into the nape of his warm neck, and you make sure to avoid the burnt-red spikes that jut from the crown of his head.

the area is nothing like you'd expectedーit resembles the architecture of enkanomiya, but somehow more foreign, more ancient. of course, it's not in ruins like the said area was, thank goodness, but you had still found it beautiful nonetheless. it's almost like a mansion, extravagant and beautiful and incredibly spacious, although much darker, and each time you peek outside, all you can see is a distorted, swirling mess of what resembles a starry whirlwind, and you can make out constellations that constantly glow in and out of existence, but are quickly snuffed out by the swirling darkness.

an endless darkness...

a part of you wonders if you'll be swallowed up by it completely if you got too careless, and you decide to keep that thought in mind as to never stray too far from where you reside. besides, you don't need to give the abyss mages and heralds any more reason to tear you apart.

enjou said that you could leave when you wished, like stepping back into your home as to not raise suspicions, as he reassures that he can always visit whenever he feels like it. but even you notice how he doesn't seem too keen on the idea of leaving your side for too long, seeming so stiff when you leave through the swirling portal. andー

he'd grown incredibly bolder and more handsy than when you'd first met him.

" e-enjou-HIIIIII?! O-OH, R-RIGHT THERE-THERE-!!♡♡" you shriek loudly, your voice breaking as you try and grip onto the black marble pillar in front of you. you can feel enjou's knot rubbing right against your sopping wet cunt, seemingly teasing you as you near another orgasm, like he knows how much you want him to shove it in already. but he's grown bolder, purposefully teasing you right when you're about to cum and slowing his thrusts, his monster cock pressed right up against your g-spot and driving you crazy. fuuucckkk, how long had he kept you going like this? you forgot after the fifth orgasm, but now you didn't care; you just wanted to cum around his huge cock and feel his cum inside of you already.

" M-MORE, E-ENJOU-OUGHHHH-!! P-PLEASHE, I-I'M GONNA-!" you can't stop moaning loudly, your body feels too good, utterly numb, and drunk on pleasure. you push your hips back in a desperate attempt to push his thick and bulbous knot in your oversensitive cunt, but a harsh squeeze to your hips leaves you reeling and choking back squeals. you can vaguely hear him darkly chuckle at your pathetic attempt, and as if to further taunt you, enjou starts to push his huge knot past your swollen pussy folds, and you moan happily. finally, oh god-!

" OUNMGHHHH-?! h-hey h-hold on-"

you groan when you feel enjou drag his hips back, pulling the rest his knot out of your soaked cunt and dragging his huge cock against the wet and tight walls of your contracting pussy. " e-enjou, p-pleashe...'m gonna cum, i wanna cum," you sob, turning your head to face the lector that's rubbing his knot against your pussy, drool seeping out of the corners of your mouth. but you don't care, you just want him to knot you already and cum already. if you had to beg like a whore, then so be it.

enjou chuckles, sadistically amused by your desperate pleas and he gently squeezes your hips as if to reassure you. " i can't help it ( name )," he breathes heavily, voice as deep and distorted as ever," you're just so adorable y'know?" you loudly whine, your lips pursing together as you feebly glare at him, to which he laughs and presses his knot against your eager and awaiting cunt once more.

" haha, alright, no need to get so worked up now my love." he starts to push his knot past your folds once, and you let out a shaky, satisfied moan. you were so sensitive already, and you could already feel yourself-

"-HIIIIIIII?!"

you shriek as enjou shoves the entirety of his thick knot and the rest of his monster cock into your core, and it makes his thick head press and rub right up against your puckering cervix. just the force of his thrust alone forces your walls to spasm and pulse violently around his thick, and your moans become louder when you feel more of his creamy cum being forced into your wombーthere's no more room inside of you, he can't possibly-

" nonono, e-enjou, pleasheee-'s no more room-!! OUMNNNGHHHHH-?!"

" it's okay, it's oka-hnmghhhh! it'll fit inside of you-ghhhh-!"

he lets out animalistic moans as he grinds himself against you while he empties out his cum into you, with you losing your already weakened grip on the smooth pillar, but you still will yourself to hold on tight. your leg muscles have long since gotten used to being turned into jelly from the countless sessions with your beloved enjou, but they still shudder and shake out of reflex.

when you glance down, you can see your tummy bulging even more as it grows heavier with his cum, and a twinge of arousal momentarily finds life in your core, adding to the heavy sensation and making it feel even more pleasurable. haahh, shit, you were really a pervert for enjoying something as lewd and dirty as this.

weak whimpers escape your plush lips when you feel enjou's hips pull back from where he'd been pressed against the fat of your ass, and his knot begins to deflate before he slowly pulls his monster cock out of your tight pussy, groaning all the while as creamy rivulets leak out.

" mnnnhhhh-"

a particularly high-pitched moan leaves your mouth as he finally pulls his now limp cock out, and it becomes slightly louder as you feel his cum beginning to pour out onto the floor beneath you, and you let out a disappointed whimper, already missing the feeling of being stuffed full. your legs and arms are completely numb, and you can feel them starting to give out, but enjou seems to have seen that, thank god, and gently but quickly swings his magma red arms underneath the small of your back and under your legs.

" nmmm...thank you..." you softly whisper, lifting your head to stare at him, gingerly smiling before pressing your lips to the side of his armored face. he hums in content, and gingerly nuzzles his face into your hair as he attempts to stroke the underside of your calves with his warm fingers, but only succeeding in barely nudging them.

" would you like me to run a bath for you?" he questions, and you perk up at the mention of a nice, warm bath.

" yes pleaseee," you grin happily, dragging out your words as you begin to pepper enjou's face with soft kisses, cupping it and holding it in place so he wouldn't try and run away from your affections. said lector chuckles in happiness and lets you do so, having no desire to stop your affections. he seems to be happily soaking it up and basking in it.

it's an adorable sight really.

your enjou is so cute♡

" hnmmm! mnffffff!"

you bite back moans, your fingers digging into the desk in front of you as you try and ignore the lewd squelching that's coming from right behind you. right where enjou is busy pounding into your pussy from. instead, you try and focus on the aged book that lies open on the desk, but the way the lector sloppily slides his huge cock in and out of your cunt makes it hard to even properly hold the book still, much less focus on the small printed words.

" e-enjou, s-slow down sweeti-hiiiiiii?!" you bite down on your lower lip, hard enough to taste iron in your mouth and hiss as the pain, as he angles his thrusts perfectly into your g-spot, making your pussy walls spasm once more as white fills your vision and your thighs briefly clench up, before relaxing.

but enjou doesn't stop his thrusts; he keeps thrusting into you without abandon, letting out guttural groans as he keeps fucking up into you. he has one hand clenched around your hip while the other traps you against the desk, pressing your chest flat against the smooth surface.

" sh-shit, you're so tight around me love.." he groans, sighing in pleasure at how tightly you squeeze down around him and how good your pretty pussy feels around his monster cock. you can feel yourself stupidly smilingーenjou had been fucking you on a near-daily basis now, even more so than he'd normally. not that you minded, oh god no, you were utterly addicted to how well enjou fucked you. you had to admit, seeing him in his true lector form, towering over you, oozing power and knowing he could easily manhandle you and fit his huge monster cock in your small, tight pussy and fill you up with loads of thick cumー

fuck you were a pervert.

" enjou, don't stop fucking me, okay?♡♡"

you adjust your head until you're staring him right in his glowing red eyes, giving him the familiar perverted smile that he'd come to know and completely adore.

" keep on fucking me 'kay?♡♡" you whimper as you adjust your body, moaning at the sensation of enjou's monster cock rubbing against your walls with each move you make, and turning yourself over until you're lying on your back and facing your beloved lector. at your words, he begins to speed up, having now adjusted to the new position. you let out a series of happy moans, wrapping your legs around his waist and trapping him against your slick folds.

but you know he enjoys that more than anything else.

" mnghhhh! o-oh god yes♡-r-right there enjou♡, right there♡-nnuohhhhngaaahhh!"

you tug on his toned burnt red arms, and as he leans closer, you wrap your arms around his neck, forcing him to arch his upper body over you. he grunts in surprise and you can see his eyes briefly widen as you take him by surprise with your swift actions.

" -urry up enjou," you whine as you attempt to push your hips up against his crotch to get any sort of friction," want your big cock, i want your huge cock to fuck my pussy, i want-

OHOOOHHHHGGHAAAH?!♡♡"

a loud choked shriek leaves your mouth as enjou starts animalistically thrusting into you, using the hand that gripped your hip to pull you down on his cock, making the tummy bulge his huge cock was making even more prominent and noticeable. tears began to stain your cheeks as the pleasure began to become overwhelming, but you were still so happy that enjou was pounding into you, it felt so fucking good-!!

" I'M CUH-♡♡HHhHhMM-NG!♡♡"

your eyes shoot open wide, your teeth clenching as your toes curl into your feet, your orgasm washing over you completely. you choke on your breath when you feel hot, sticky loads of cum being poured into your cunt, and you whimper loudly when you feel creamy spurts leak out of your stuffed cunt. your back stings from the desk beneath you digging into your skin, but you don't care. you're too horny at this point and seeing how enjou was shallowly thrusting into you, he wasn't done yet.

oh fuck it, the book could wait for now.

" ♡ more...i need more...♡"

his cock twitches inside of you.

" fuck me, enjou...♡"

" enjou, your hair's getting long..." you muse aloud, brushing your fingerings through the smooth raven locks and occasionally brushing your fingertips against his pointed ears. " oh, is that so?" he asks, curiously watching you play with his hair, and humming with content at the sensation of your nails dragging against his pale scalp. " yeah, look, the hair around your face has gotten long," you gently tugged on the locks to prove your point, and he glances at your fingers, seemingly thinking.

" hmmm, true, i'll have to trim it later..." he muses, brows furrowing as he goes to grasp the strands himself, before sighing. " it's okay, just wanted to point it out," you reply, before pressing a small kiss against his temple, and he hums in gratitude. you shift on his lap, adjusting yourself until your legs don't feel squashed anymore, your fingers gripping his broad shoulders tight. and enjou silently watches you all the while, before he rests his cheek against your chest, nuzzling into the warmth of your body and sighing out in content.

you hum, continuing to stroke his hair soothingly. his arms feel so warm around you, well his entire body does, but you digress. enjou was so cute when he-

" mnghhhh?!"

you let out a noise of surprise and jolt forward when you feel warm hands dip under your shirt and immediately go to grasp your boobs. " h-hey w-wait enjou-" your sentence is cut off when his fingers rub against your nipples, and you bite your lip to keep a particularly lewd moan from escaping your lips. it's not like it's the first time he's gone to play with your nipples, but it always catches you off guard each time. it doesn't feel particularly pleasurable for you, but it's not uncomfortable either, so you just let him do it regardless.

you pause, before loosening your fingers and bringing them under the hem of your shirt and you pull the fabric upwards until your bare chest is exposed, your soft nipples now having become pebbled nubs because of enjou's ministrations.

" go ahead," is all you need to say, and he doesn't waste a second, his mouth going to latch onto your left nipples, while his right hand goes to tug and pinch the other nub. you grunt, the wet sensation of his warm mouth sucking and licking at your nipple sending small shivers up your spine, but even so, you continue to stroke his head. even through the wet suckling and tugging of fingers, you still found enjou adorable. the way he suckles on the pebbled nubs reminds you of when he was still that inexperienced and awkward virgin.

" heh, do you like my boobs that much?" you teasingly ask, his burnt chestnut eyes only glancing up for a spare second before he continues suckling away, only letting out a low hum in response.

you grunt when you feel a bulge starting to rub against the curve of your ass, and you don't have to look to know what it is; you only shift your hips to rub against it, and he groans around your nipple, his dark brows furrowing in arousal. his free hand starts fondling the curves of your ass and you shudder at the ticklish sensation, pervertedly grinning as heat begins to pool down into your core.

" do you wanna put it in?" you ask, stroking his pointed ear as you continue to grind against his monster cock, and he blinks his pretty eyes open, before removing his mouth from your nipples with a wet pop! and finally speaking. " yes please," enjou heavily breaths, the hot puffs of air hitting your saliva-slick nipple and giving you goosebumps. you nod, and clumsily attempt to slide your shorts off, but a warm hand on your hip stops you, and you glance at enjou.

" i'll do it for you," he murmurs, and you nod, mumbling out a 'thank you' and he hums in return, before dipping his fingers below the waistband of your shorts, hooking it under the joint of his fingers and sliding the fabric offーslowly, as is teasingーand he nudges your legs, and you take that as your cue to raise your legs, and he finally slides the bottoms off and tosses them off to some unknown corner. he didn't take your panties, however, and his hands stop you when you try to slip them off as well.

" you sure?" you question curiously, gripping his shoulder for balance as to not fall over flat on your face. " mnmhm," he nods, before his fingers push the fabric that covers your wet cunt away, just enough to have access to the dripping hole, and he uses his molten yellow fingers to spread apart your foldsーyou let out a moan of anticipationーand he rubs the burnt red cock head against your tight, small hole.

you roll your hips teasingly, making sure to coat the deliciously thick head with your slick so it'd slide in easier.

" alright..." you take a deep breath before you start pushing the thick length in, biting back your excited moans as it rubs against your gooey and velvety walls and right up against your g-spot. heavy breaths do manage to escape your lips as you feel the last of his monster cock slide completely into your wet pussy.

" mnghhhh!" a muffled moan can be heard behind your pursed lips as his cock presses right up against your puckering cervix and you feel excitement shoot through your veins. you start to lift your hips, about to push yourself down all the way down his huge length, but he stops you.

" no," you squint your eye in confusion and let out a confused moan," i just wanna stay inside you like this..." his smooth baritone voice trails off as he presses a gentle and loving kiss to your cleavage. " ah, okay.." you gently settle your hips back down, moaning weakly as you do so.

he's been doing this a lot more recently, keeping your pussy tight and plugged with his monster cock, even after he'd fuck your full with cum. you knew enjou had started developing a breeding kink after cumming inside of you so often, but you didn't think he'd want to breed you that bad. that thought, however, began to stick within your mind.

getting bred...by enjou...?

you felt your cunt squeeze up in arousal and anticipation, and enjou let out a groan, before reattaching his mouth to your swollen nipple while his hands gripped at the fat of your ass and your hips, and you sigh out in pleasure.

you wondered what that'd feel like.

" o-oh-mnghhhh-! e-enjou you're so-hnmfff-eager today huh?♡" you laugh in perverted excitement as said raven-haired roughly mouthed at the juncture of your neck, growling and groaning from deep within his chest and the vibrations reverberate throughout your body. you stroke his hair moans interrupting your teasing laughter as his hand begins to dip down in between your legs, rubbing warm clawed fingers against the sopping wet folds and occasionally thumbing at your clit.

" h-hey-hnghhiiii-s-slow down enjou-mmnngfffff-!"

you're caught off guard when enjou slams his mouth against yours, groaning feverishly as his tongue pries open your mouth and meet your own, but you begin to return the kiss with just as much fervor. you moan into the kiss when you feel his fingers push past your folds and into your core, curling upwards as they try and find that spot that makes you see starsー

" ognmmmmhhhh!!"

enjou lets out a happy groan like he'd won the lottery, and he continuously begins to rub his padded fingertips against your g-spot, making your moans become louder and louder into the kiss, and you start tugging on his smooth black locks and digging your nails into his back, but he either didn't notice or didn't even careーprobably both. you can hear the filthy, squelching wet sounds of his fingers scissoring and stretching open your pussy, dripping slick coating his calloused and warm fingers.

with a resounding and wet pop! enjou removes his swollen lips from yours, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you before it breaks, and he licks his lips as he looks down you, pretty eyes hazy and plush lips bruised and swollen from his desperate and rough kisses. he reaches down and strokes your cheek gently, and you lean into his warm touch and cup his hand with yours.

" love you enjou," you happily whisper, smiling up at him. he blinks, before returning the same warm smile, his burnt chestnut eyes filling with adoration. " i love you too, my darling ( name )," he leans down and presses his warm lips to your forehead, brushing away any stray strands of hair, and you clench your eyes when his long hair tickles your face, especially your cute nose and you feel like sneezing. but you hold back on that itch and try to blow away the strands.

enjou pulls back, slowly pulling his fingers from your cunt, and you whimper, not wanting to feel empty once more, but that stops when he slaps his monster cock against your slick wet folds, and you moan in delight, lewdly grinning as you spread open your legs on instinct, perfectly presenting yourself to him like you're a sweet, delicate dessert waiting to be eaten. heh, the irony.

" hey enjou..." you breathe out, stilling your movements and he tilts his head, waiting for you to speak.

" i want you to breed me."

enjou's shoulder visibly jolt as he hears you say those lewd, provocative words, and his monster cock jumps and twitches. a part of you feels so fucking embarrassed for saying something like that, but you shove down as best you can. you can see enjou's erection twitching and leaking globs of pre-cum like crazyーhe's so hard that it almost looks painful.

" so please.."

he swallows, hard.

" use me as your breeding hole♡♡"

his burnt chestnut eyes glaze over with lust and he presses the flat of his palms against your plush inner thighs and he pushes them back, enough to where he has complete and unblocked access to your eager pussy. he has little resistance in his movements, as he pushes apart your folds andー

he shoves his monster cock in without any warning.

" NHAAAHAHUH!!♡♡"

you jolt violently as your walls stretch open to fit his huge cock, your brows furrowing and eyes clenching tightly togetherーthe burning stretch of his monster cock was always so overwhelming that it drove you crazy. he's too big to even fit into your tight little cunt, yet somehow he always pushes himself in and buries himself deep enough to be kissing your cervix with his thick cock head.

you nearly sob when enjou starts thrusting like a man starved, his thrusts deep and frenzied, and you try to buck your hips to meet his harsh thrusts, but he suddenly tugs your legs over his broad shoulders, his lips almost curved into a flirtatious grin, and he uses his entire chest to push your body down, and your knees back until they touch your shoulders.

" GUH!♡ AH! FUHH!♡♡"

you cry out as enjou rests his upper body's weight on you, the new position shifting his monster cock against your twitching walls and squishing your boobs against his chest. his forehead is rested against yours, his hot and heavy breaths fanning over your face that feels like a desert wind is dryly blowing through. you immediately wrap your arms around his neck, his black locks slipping down and perfectly framing his handsome, pretty face, and you can't fight the urge to kiss your adorable enjou, so you do.

you feverishly press your swollen lips against his, and it's like he'd been waiting for you to do so, because he doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, and he utterly engulfs you into the kiss, melding your tongues together and messily gnashing your teeth together. he's like a feral animal at this point, one that won't stop until he's fucked you senseless and full of his thick cum.

" MMMNNNGGGHHHHH-!!♡♡ NGMMMMMMHH!!♡♡EMJOOO, EMJOUU, EMNJOUUUU-!!♡♡"

you dig your nails so hard into his back that you can feel the skin being broken and piercedーit's too much, too overwhelming, you can't even feel your lower half anymore, and you've barely gotten started. fuck, enjou was beating you for being an utterly sex-crazed maniac right now and you don't know if you should feel proud or angry.

enjou groans into the kiss, but he doesn't stop his frenzied and messy thrusts into your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass repeatedly and the sensation alone makes your head spin. " MNMMM-!MNMMMMGHH!!" fuck, you were gonna lose your mind from enjou's thick, monster cock plowing your tight pussy, oh god-!!♡♡

he suddenly pulls his mouth away from yours with a wet squelch, a thin string of saliva sticking to his kiss-bruised lips, and he holds a lewd grin on them. " ( name ), you're so cute," he groans out," so wet and tight for me." you sob as his thick head pounds into your cervix, feeling his pre-cum leaking into your cunt.

" 'm gonna breed you, gonna cum inside your tight cunt," he licks his lips vigorously like a starving predator, and you moan out in delight, drooling at the thought. " p-pleashe gimme your cum enjou," you moan deliriously, pushing yourself back against his huge cock and moaning at the sensations. fuck, he's so bigーyou're gonna cum from his monster cock, oh god, you love his big cock so much-!!♡♡

" ENJOU-OUNMGHHHH-!!♡♡ B-BREED ME LIKE A WHORE♡♡ WANT YOUR CUM IN MY PUSSY, I WANT YOU TO BREED MY PUSSY-!!♡♡ P-PLEASHE-!♡♡"

you sound like some kind of slut, but you don't care anymore. you're utterly cock-drunk, horny and you want enjou so badly it hurts. you love him so much that it's nearly driving you crazy and you want to kiss him until you need air. and you know enjou is feeling just the same as you are; he practically has hearts in his pupils at this point and every salacious word you say only makes him more and more aroused.

" sh-shit ( name )-mnghhffff-!!♡ 'm gonna cum-ghnnnnn!♡ gonna breed you, gonna-mnghhhh!!♡♡"

a thrust to your cervix and harsh rubs against your g-spotー

" HHHHH-!♡♡ OH GODDDD!♡♡ OH FUUUCK I'M CUMMM-!!?♡♡"

" MNGHHHFFFFF-!!♡♡"

your eyes roll back and your whole body spasms, white filling your vision as an intense orgasm washes all over you. a lewd and loud moan leaves your lips when you feel your release gushing out of your oversensitive cunt, but makes your moans become more drawnout and loud, is enjou's huge bulbous knot being shoved into your cunt and the sudden gush of hot, milky cum being poured into your cunt.

" -NG?!♡♡ OH OHh♡♡ hnhngn♡OHH-"

" f-fuck♡♡"

your body wracks with sobs and hiccups as enjou buries his face into the side of your neck, groaning and moaning as his orgasm washes over him. you whine at his hair tickling your neck, but you weakly raise a hand to his head and gently stroke his hair, to which he sighs in content.

" ...love you enjou♡"

" i love you too ( name )" he raises his head until he faces you, giving a gentle smile despite his being out of breath and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "mmmnn," you hum in happiness and press your lips into a small smile.

butー

" enjou..."

" mhmnn?"

you grin like a pervert at him and nudge your hips against his, and he grunts.

" hehe, who said we were done?♡♡"

he pauses, before he returns that same grin, his huge cock twitching back to life inside of your swollen pussy.

" pleashe enjou, fuck me more, gimme all your cum♡♡"

" shut up enjou."

you hiss, burying your face into the plush pillow, and enjou starts laughing, amused at your embarrassed and flustered state. you groan, your face getting hot as the lector merely rubs your head, his warm hand a contrast to the cool air around you. " ahaha, you're so cute ( name )," he chuckles, and you feel him shift next to you.

" can't believe i said all that weird shit," you groaned even louder into the pillow, absolute embarrassment washing over you and making you cringe where you lay. " mnmm, i thought it was pretty ho-" " shut upppp," you lift your head enough to glare at him, but that doesn't deter him in the slightest, only making him more amused.

" awww, it's okay, you were pretty adorable," he simply says, wrapping his arm around your body and pulling you closer to him, and you groan in protest, your lower half tingling with soreness. " enjou i swear i'm gonna punch the shit out of you," you grumble against his bare chest, but you nuzzle against the warmth of his body regardless and let his arm envelop you. he only hums in response and strokes your back, to which you hum in content.

" hey enjou?" " mnhmm?"

" you think i'll really get pregnant?"

he pauses, thinking about it, before he speaks up," hmm, perhaps. i haven't heard of such a thing happening before, but it's possible. and besides, i came so much-OW-hey!"

you grit your teeth as you pinch his burnt red skin, embarrassment washing over you; sure you weren't the type to be embarrassed about sex or anything, but enjou had less shame than you and he could talk about it with such an unbothered and happy tone. seriously, he didn't need to be so detailed about it...!

" enjou shut upppp!"

" ahaha-ow!-okay okay, i'll stop-ow-!"

he's such a moron.

but he's your moron dammit.

#lati speaks #lati thirsts #this bitch is like 5k+ words #enjou #enjou x reader #enjou smut #pyro abyss lector #abyss lector #cw monsterfucking

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