#knife play tw

[fruitsoxs]

disgustingly beautiful

pairing(s): knives x (AFAB)reader warnings: smut, !NSFW MINORS DNI!, sex, fingering, knife play, degradation summary; knives hates the way he feels about you word count: 1.5k notes; i have no explanation for this one

He drags the sharp edges of his blades down your arm slowly. He’s not sure why he’s so gentle with you, when he could easily break the skin and let you bleed out on the floor. He could  kill you in an instant. Knives' eyes snap upward, locking onto yours. He can see the lack of fear in your eyes as he waves around his blades. You’re so certain that he would never hurt you.

It pisses Knives off endlessly that you’re right. He craves the destruction of all humans. He wants to see them burn. If this were some other pitiful human, they would be dead in an instant. They would be gone before they could even approach him. You’re not some other human though. And, for some reason, he has a soft spot for you.

He brings his blades up, past your shoulder and to your neck. He keeps the edge there for a second, before using it to lift your chin up. His eyes flicker to your lips. He observes every small movement you make, every gulp you take. “So…disgusting.” he growls, trying to convince himself of your faults. It would be easier if you were like every other human. If you were disgusting, and beyond saving. 

It sickens him how he can so easily fall for your smile. 

What makes you so different from everyone else on this planet? Why do you make him feel so soft? He truly despises it. Knives wishes he could get rid of you once and for all. He hates these feelings that only you can make him feel. 

He growls and lets his blades fall, before crashing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. His lips seem to take over yours. He bites at your bottom lip, prying it open so he can shove his tongue inside. He swirls his tongue around, licking up every noise you make. The more you moan, the more intense the kiss gets. The kiss is demanding, and almost violent. When he pulls away, your lips are already red and swollen.

“Truly disgusting.” he says again, wiping the spit from his lip. He immediately dives back in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you close. His grip is bruising as your body is pressed flush against his. He immediately probes your mouth with his tongue again, swirling it around yours. 

Why does he like this? Why does the thought of bending you over make him feel so fuzzy inside. He snakes a hand up your back and grips onto your hair, pulling your head back. You let out a soft whimper. He drinks in the noise, pulling your hair tighter to get more out of you. 

With his lips still on yours, he slowly pushes you back towards the table behind you. You hit the edge and fall over. “A-Ah!” but before you can crash against the cold metal, Knives makes sure to lower you slowly. He doesn’t want your frail body to get too hurt. His mouth is on yours again, as he leans over your body, trailing kisses and bites down your neck. 

He digs his teeth into the skin on your shoulder, biting roughly, then licking the new wound clean. When he pulls away, he’s got a certain look in his eyes. A possessiveness that he only allows you to see. He admires the mark, before he works on getting your clothing off.

Knives starts to rip your clothing off, starting with your top. You lift your torso up a bit, allowing him to pull it off. He moves down to your bottoms, tearing them off your body as quickly as he can. His hands find their way to your thigh and squeeze the skin. He slowly rubs them up higher, brushing against your clothed folds for a second.

“So wet already.” 

With one swoop he cuts through your underwear, admiring the view of your wet pussy. He slides his fingers through the folds, gathering up all the juices. His face remains emotionless, but he’s definitely excited about this little endeavor. His cock is already painfully hard and throbbing. You, almost shy to his attention, try to close your legs and hide yourself away. He sighs and reaches over with his blade tendrils, pulling your legs up.

He’s careful not to cut you, but you can’t fault him if the blades scratch you a tiny bit. He’s simply too focused on the task at hand to pay too much attention to that part. 

He rubs his finger against you again, scoring the most delicious noises. He bites back a smirk as he watches you squirm from his simple touch, before he begins to rub at that sensitive bud gently. Your back immediately arches, a loud moan ripping through your throat. “Good.” Knives mumbles, putting more pressure on your clit. “I want to hear you.” he demands. He rubs his fingers in circles, drawing out loud moans. Unable to move while he holds you down, you are left a whimpering mess.

With his other hand, he inserts a finger. Your eyes widen, your mouth hanging open. He works you open, pushing his finger in and out before he adds another. 

“Oh. Oh Knives- Oh God-” 

He can feel you clench around his fingers. The smirk finally stretches across his lips as he holds you down and fucks you with his fingers. “What is it? Are you going to cum?” he asks curling his fingers inside  you while his other hand continues to rub your clit. 

“Please-” you beg him.

He lets out a small “Hm.” before deciding that he could allow you to get what you want. “Fine.” he grumbles. You cum on cue, your body shaking as you tighten around his fingers. He groans slightly as he works you through your orgasm. He stays silent, watching you close your eyes shut, screaming out his name.

All that, just for his fingers. So pitiful.

He rubs his clothed dick against your dripping pussy, his cold eyes never leaving yours. He can’t believe that such a creature can get him so worked up. He cannot stand how much he craves you. Every time he sits down to please himself, all he can see is your eyes. You have ruined him, and he will never forgive you.

In a moment his cock is free, pressed against your entrance. Your eyes are wide again, as you try to look down at what he is doing. Knives huffs and shoves his thumb under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Look. At. Me.” he demands. 

You whimper as he slowly slides his dick inside of you. He can’t believe how good you feel. So warm and tight around him. It was like you were made to be his little toy. Knives slides himself all the way in as slowly as he can. He gives you just a moment to adjust to his size, before he starts moving.

He slowly pulls out, admiring the way his cock glistens with you. He then snaps his hips against yours, shoving it back inside you roughly. “Oh!” you yell out. He fucks you hard, and fast. It’s almost deadly. He makes no noises besides the occasional grunt.

No, he wants to hear every little noise you make. He wants to listen to the sound of his skin slapping against yours. He ends up closing his eyes as the sounds mix together- creating a song more beautiful than he could ever play. 

He’ll never get over how amazing this feels. How perfect you are. Although when he is done he may feel shame for fucking the thing he hates, he can’t help but keep coming back to you. He slams his dick inside of you, making your eyes roll back. He keeps his pace, never getting tired of how lulled out he can make you.

He knows you’re close. He wonders what he can say to make you go over the edge. 

He grits his teeth, then lets out a dry chuckle. “Look at you.” he mumbles, continuing to fuck you. “You need me so bad.” he lets his blades tighten around your legs so you can’t move and inch. “I want you to remember this moment forever, human. You are mine.”  He growls and slams against you. 

You let out a cry, squeezing him awfully tight as you cum on his cock. Reduced to nothing but a blabbering, incoherent mess you call out his name over and over. He slams against you a few more times, before he pulls out and spills his seed all over your stomach. 

He drops you against the table, watching as your body goes slack. He eyes his work, before turning around. “Clean this mess up.” he demands before he walks away.

[leclerced]

oh girl pls do not leave us with the thought of hitman max knife play without elaborating

okayy sorry u sent this when i was goin to bed last night n then i worked late todayy. and i restarted this a few times.

read more for knife play and blood tw!

@piastrification for u babes

She didn't expect Max to agree, not after he'd spent so long hiding his job from her, hiding who he was from her. Max is surprised when she asks, dangling the blade from her fingers as she asks him if he would use it on her. His mind fogged over as he imagined her on their bed, the knife between his hands as he- He stops himself before he gets too far. The thought of hurting her stops him from thinking any further. She had to beg him, tell him how bad she wanted it. He only gave in when she desperately pulled his hand between her thigh to show him how badly she wanted it, him.

Now, she's splayed out on their guest bed, with Max between her thighs and one of his knives clutched in his right hand. His left hand caresses her thigh, "Are you sure, schat?" She bats her eyelashes at him as she nods, then remembers to use her words, "I am, and I'll let you know if you need to stop."

Max gulps as his eyes flicker from hers, to the soft skin beneath his fingers. He blinks slowly as he takes in the sight before him, her body splayed out across the white sheets. Red panties hugging her hips, the dark spot across the crotch. His mouth waters at the sight and he tightens his grip on the blade as he lowers it to her skin,

She whimpers and resists the urge to jerk away as the knife presses into her skin. She barely feels it press into her skin before it breaks under the sharp blade, and blood immediately begins dripping from the small cut. Against her control, her thigh tenses and she feels Max's grip tighten as he warns, "Please don't move, schat, wouldn't want to hurt you." Her mind spins and her heart stutters as she takes in how focused he is, despite the playful lilt to his words, he means them. She moans as she watches him start the second cut, grasping at the sheets to ground herself as the pain weaves through her body, and her brain confuses it with pleasure.

It's shorter than the first, angled but just as shallow and clean as the first. He immediately begins the third, just as quick and short as the second but going up instead of down. She sucks her lower lip between her teeth as he begins the fourth cut, a straight line down to match the first one. As soon as he finishes the M, she reaches for him, "Need you, now."

Max tears his gaze away from the fresh cut on her thigh, "Now? I need to get a bandage." She lets out a strangled moan as she grasps at his bicep and tugs him towards her, "Now. Now, please." He can't help but give into her, tossing the knife away from the bed so she can't roll onto it, before he lets her pull him up to meet her lips. He can feel her blood smearing across his hip as she wraps her thighs around him, warm and wet, and it makes his cock throb as she pulls his hips against hers.

[taleswritten]

@ourwrittenstories from here

The barbed cuffs are heavenly, Orin pulls at them just to get the barbs to dig deeper into her flesh. It works perfectly, leaving Orin to gasp in response to it. A pleased yet pained gasp.

Her entire body tingles, the arousal between her legs is obvious at this point, juices dripping from her. The desire is nearly overwhelming, how could she not be dripping wet?

She'd rub her legs together to get some sort of relief if she could but her ankles are chained too, having her spread out (which only gives him a better view of her soaking wet pussy).

The cry is one that is both of pain and pleasure as he digs the knife into her body. She accepts it without hesitation, even going as far as to try and arch her back to get that blade to dig deeper into her flesh.

She can easily heal herself of these marks later just so he can mark her with the knife all over again.

He worships her without her even having to demand it, he treats her as if she is Loviatar herself. It is something she thrives on.

"Oh, sweetling, how my blood sings for you." Orin purrs at him, her voice low and seductive but her eyes are alight with mischief, longing, and a masochism that might rival his own sadism. "More. Indulge. Give me more!"

[suguwu]

nai + knife play,,,

[submissivefeminist]

no you don't understand if you keep liking my feral horny posts like this I'm going to end up full of your cum with your initials carved into my chest 🥵

[dead-silencing]

"You take that blade of yours.." She spoke as she came closer. "And cut me.. I spread the blood, wear my lingerie, and pose for you.. You can take so many pictures.." She purred as she slid her dress past her shoulders. "..You know I enjoy that knife of yours.."

"Yeah? Is that so?". His voice was soft, deep as he brought a gloved hand to her hip. Yanking her in close to him as he brings his masked face in so that the 'nose' of it almost touched the side of her head. "It sounds like you want more time with my knife, I'm happy to oblige you little bunny".

[painforcain]

|| @the-raven-dhampir all of this above and more! Why do I picture Raven and Cain/Aegon in every possible universe? 😆

idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little

[murderbled]

🔪 but in a spicy way you know

☽ HOLD A KNIFE UP TO ASTHORA - accepting // @crimesought ☾

Asthora looks at Cassian with a a heavy gaze, lust and excitement swirling within her amber eyes. He knew just how to spark her desire from a low flame to an all encompassing BLAZE. Lips curl into a smirk as she presses forward, a sharp hiss slipping from her as the blade bites into her flesh.

Fingers slowly wrap around Cassian's and readjust the blade - tip to column of her throat. She drags the knife down, leaving a small trail of crimson in its wake, until it meets the fabric of her tunic. A harsh TUG drags the blade through her garments and she allows their shredded remnants to fall away from her, her ample breasts on display for him.

❝ Do I need to do the rest ? Or would you like the honors ? ❞

[brooklynislandgirl]

💞 It was often said by the other Luna's that Chris was pretty clumsy. While not exactly false (his repeated clashes with varying doors) in the kitchen he was as graceful as a classical musician. With his magic levitating a few pans and cleaning them, he was able to finish cutting a few cakes. Each slice perfect, no doubt due to years of practice with various cutting knives. His eyes look to Beth with a small smile, "Hmm? Do you have a thing for knives?"

Jurassic Asks || The Lost Meme

There are things that Beth doesn't really talk about, even with Chris, because doing so seems to make them more real than they already are, insurmountable if she lets them, and because she very well knows her own flaws and she doesn't need people to either make fun of her or ~more likely with him~ pity her. One of those things is how she needs to be able to see someone's mouth, hands, and eyes when it comes to conversation; microexpressions and lip-reading to make up for the fact that she doesn't always hear things the right way and needs more context to make her best guess rather than to continually ask someone to repeat themselves, and hands because...words lie, touch does not. Chris doesn't realise how beautiful his are, how expressive they can be, telling stories that he doesn't always notice. When he uses his magick, he is a conductor and the world is his orchestra. He makes art out of food and even Beth is tempted by his creation even though food often feels like a chore rather than a pleasure or a sustenance. She's watching them now as they pare away the extraneous, watches Chris become a sculptor, and maybe her skin gives a little too much away. The depth of colour, the heat she feels pulsing in her face, her ears, her head. "I mean...not generally, know. I know how f' use dem t' prep-cook. Know how f' use dem to defend myself, for ritual work, for lots of kine. I t'ink dey are beautiful an' deadly an' elegant. Take much more passion an' resolve as a weapon. Mo'...personal."

Wording this is difficult. "Sometimes...sometimes I feel everyt'ing. Sometimes...not enough. It's da kine. Weird. I guess. But...really gets me in some dark places, da idea of bein' a livin' canvas...have designs grazed into me. Life flows up in shades of red. Beautiful. An' requires a great deal of love an' trust to let someone do dat to ya, even if I sorta kinda cheat? I heal fastah dan Wolverine. No scars, no pain if I don' wanna feel it...I dunno. Mebbe. I guesso?"

She bites her lower lip, brows furrowed, and shame creeps into the back of her throat. "Dat...dat boddah you, doesn't it." He thinks it's a gross paraphilia. She doesn't blame him. It's all just so complicated. She...she should have laughed it off and pretended not to hear his question.

[ofescapisms]

Ruby’s chest visibly rose and fell as she gripped the sheets beneath her. Their words made her heart swell but the cuts did hurt, it was a strange mix of pain and pleasure she wasn’t sure how she felt about yet. “The blood will stop before the ball, right?” she managed to get out before they went down lower and their hand found her clit. She moaned softly, unable to speak now as her thoughts drifted away. “Y-yes,” she gasped in response to his question. “I like that a lot,” she moaned again which confirmed it even more. She couldn’t reach their clothes to remove them, but she could at least reach down and put her hands in his hair. “I want more,” she pleaded.

Cai nodded "very good...." He said breathlessly. He put pressure where he cut her. Lips going lower to her pelvis as his hands began pulling down her pants and her underwear. His kissed down her body, inner thighs and near her center. "you're so beautiful Ruby...." They said softly leaving love bites and even rougher bite marks on her thighs. They Gently pushed the knife into Ruby's thigh this time. His lips followed on top right after. "You're turned on too I see" he mentioned licking the blood from his lips "I can take care of that darling" his voice was a bit darker now. His hand moved down her stomach then her pelvis and finally her clit. Beginning to move in a circular motion. She was already quite wet. But he wanted her to enjoy herself too. "you like that baby?" They cooed softly against her skin as his continued to lick up the blood from her leg.

[sexilene]

I need more 80's slasher!rafe plsss lene!! 😘

ohhhh shureee!!! 💞 sorry if there are any misspellings!

𐦍༘₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, over stimulation, violence, death, spanking, knife play, dark!rafe - ₊˚⊹

"rafe, i'm tired my feet hurt and- i just wanna go home!"

"hey, i took you out on a nice date that you wanted me to take you on!" he yells, clearly frustrated at you. 

"i didn't even wanna go on a date with you! i only agreed to go with you because you won't take no for an answer and you'd kill any guy that talks to me!" you shout back. you shift you balance to the other leg making you trip on the uneven road with the stupid little heels he advised you didn't wear, telling you to 'just go comfortable'. you walk away from him when he doesn't answer and just looks at you furrowing his eyebrows and squinting his eyes.

"HEY! don't walk away from me when i'm talking to you!" he yells back much louder than before, causing you to freeze and almost twist your ankle with the way you halted. turning around to face him, his eyes meeting yours and not looking away as he stalks over to you. 

"you better watch your tone with me. don't ever say some shit like that again, take it back," he demands, staring down at you. he grabs your wrist with a bruising grip when you don't answer immediately. 

"let go-"

"nah, you know what? im gonna show you somethin'." he wraps his arm around your waist and picks you up over his shoulder, carrying you back to his truck. the silence of the small neighborhood is suddenly disrupted by your loud protests. yet nobody comes out to see what's causing the commotion because rafe has already thrown you into your seat and buckled you in. a knife gripped in one hand as he uses the other to drive, both of you sit in silence as he drives out into the middle of nowhere.

"rafe, where are we goin'?" you ask in a soft tone, hopefully, to get him to soften with you as well. 

"shut up." he doesn't look away from the road, eyes still focused straight ahead into darkness being slightly illuminated by the lights of his truck. 

rafe finally parks the truck just before the entrance of a dirt path so that the tire marks aren't printed on the dirt just in case. he leans over and unbuckles you, then gets out of the car to go around and help you out. 

"rafe i'm really sorry about what i said, i know you just want to spend time with me- but you're scaring me!" 

"jus' come with me." he holds onto your hand tightly, guiding you through the dark forest just before a swampy lake. 

"why are we here..." you whisper 

"i wanna show you somethin', baby look." he points to where an obviously pale dead body of a young man lay floating not too far from where you two are standing, left to be eaten by gators. 

"oh my god..." you cover your mouth with your hand, looking up at rafe with teary eyes. 

"that's the asshole who'd perv around the girl's locker rooms-"

"oh my god rafe!"

"no hey- i'm not done. he's also the asshole who had creepy little pictures of you taped in his locker, did you know that?" he maneuvers his hands around to grab onto the sides of your face to get you to look up at him. 

"i got him to drive here, n'i got rid of him for you babyface, because i'm a good boyfriend right?" 

"you did this today?" you whisper.

"right before our date..." he whispers back.

you can bring yourself to do anything, tears rolling down your cheeks, he sighs and lets go of your face, running his hands through his hair. your body acting faster than your mind, taking the opportunity to make a run for it and find a way to call for help not even knowing what you are doing anymore. 

"jesus, you better get back here now!!! i'm not in the mood to play around!!" he shouts, pulling his knife out of his pocket and already chasing after you. you run as fast as you really can with the heels, heart beating so loud that's all you can hear. 

tripping over your heels again, your knees hit the dirt. you quickly throw off the heels leaving your white filly lace socks to get dirtied. 

"little bitch, didn't i tell you not to wear those stupid little heels....hmm?"

you shut your eyes after hearing his voice, knowing it's too late now. he bends down to you on the floor and lifts your chin up with the tip of his knife. tsking when he meets your eyes, manhandling you on your hands and knees, lifting your little skirt, and cutting off your panties making you shiver at how the cold air of the night hits your bare pussy. 

"rafe- no! m'sorry...m'really sorry!!" you whimper, closing your eyes shut when you feel his bulge in his pants pressing against your thigh. 

"have'ta put you in your place, cause like where the fuck do you get off runnin' away from me like that huh?" 

"i said i was sorry, please!" you sob, though you don't see him, rafe nods and presses the side of your face down into the dirt and pulls his thick hard cock out to press against your entrance. you scream when you start to feel the stretch, tears continuing to run down your face. to shut you up he stops for a second and stuffs your torn panties into your mouth to muffle your screams, then goes back to pushing himself in balls deep. 

"better quit it with the attitude, that's not how good girls are supposed to act. can't you see how much i love you? i kill for you princess and all i get in return is your fucking attitude?!!" he scoffs with a laugh, now starting a brutal pace, pounding into your poor puffy cunt with no time to really adjust to his size.

"jus' want you to be my good girl 'n listen to me cause i know what's best for you."

the only thing heard is the sound of his balls slapping against your clit, his groans, and your pathetic whimpers muffled by the piece of cloth in your mouth. a loud smack then ringing in your ears as he slaps your ass so hard it burns and leaves a sting that lingers when he grips the flesh in his big rough hands. you squeeze your eyes shut and tighten your pussy around him, screaming around the gag. he shushes you with an "easy girl, eaaasy" and smacks the same spot again, feeling how your ass cheek starts to get hot due to his assault.

"you gonna be good now? hm?" he taunts, taking the panties covered in your drool out of your mouth. 

"yes-yes! yes rafe, m'sorry." you breathe out, your hands clawing at the grass and dirt. 

“i know, i know...thaaaat's my girl, cream all over me." he can feel how close you are and how your cunt is starting to pulse around him harder. he reaches his arm around your waist and brings his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit making your eyes roll back and immediately cum all over his fat cock, squeezing him and leaving a white ring on the base of his dick.

 "atta girl." he doesn't lessen the assault on your body, continuing to pound into you and rub your clit to overstimulate you, causing you to weakly thrash around. 

"when you struggle it jus' makes your pussy tighter princess." he grips your hips to keep you from moving around too much, feeling like he can barely move at how tight you are clamping down on him. 

"stop- no more rafey, no more i can't." you mewl. 

"shhhh, juuus' one more i know you can do it baby."

he rams into you, his cock so thick stretching you out, you're moaning at how warm and good he feels in you that your brain just shuts off. 

"tell me you love me n' i'll let you cum. wanna hear you say it." he stops rubbing your clit and pulls your hips to be closer to him.

"can't- can't!!!" you whine all cock drunk.

"no, i know you can. c'mon..." he grunts and pushes your face into the dirt, keeping you there.

"i love- i love you rafe, love you so much!" you scream when you feel the bulge in your tummy and his tip kissing your cervix. 

"i love you too baby." satisfied he brings his hand back to rub your clit hard and fast. you moan out with your mouth open in an o shape, you cum for the second time. your hear your heartbeat in your ears as he spreads your ass painfully with a rough grip to watch how his cock goes in and out of your twitching cunt. 

"such a pretty pussy..." he grins, he pushes in one last time hard and fills you to the brim with his cum. panting he pulls out letting his cum drool out of your spent hole and that's the last thing you remember before losing all feeling and passing out. 

[southern-belle-outcasts]

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it? {nilza}

@kylo-wrecked

Blades. Nilza lives by the 21 foot rule. She developed a preference with them when training that became a fascination. There is always at least three blades if not more in an outfit that can conceal them. If she can't, there's at least the razor tucked in her cheek. Knife throwing is considered a viable stress reliever, and she is very good at it, same with flipping balisongs. There have been multiple instances she has used her knives, not always on supernatural creatures, but never without good reason. Unless we're talking sexy times but that was only with two muses.

[livingdeadhorse]

do y’all like. need a room or something what’s happening

[nastyaromatherapy]

can we get dark ethan where he takes reader’s virginity through non con? sorry if this request is too dark only if you’re comfortable with it 💜

Unwanted encounter (18+)

Ethan your econ partner, loves the idea of taking your virginity.

pairing - ghostface!ethan landry x cheerleader!fem!reader

one shot length, 2.2k+ word fic

warnings: non con, first time, minimal knife play, hair pulling, creampie, reader is smart w an airhead personality, pervy ethan

read more cut isn't working so sorry for that 🌚

Your professor partnered up you and Ethan for an Econ project. Ethan at first, was not at all thrilled. You were popular, didn't care much about grades, and had the douchiest boyfriend.

He on the other hand, actually wanted that A, and didn't have many friends outside of the core four. He wasn't that close with them either. You wanted that A too, he just wasn't aware of that. He already created a version of you that was untrue in his mind.

But when the day finally came, and he was over at your house, he realized how wrong he was about you. He realized that you were actually really smart, nice, and funny. You actually had a personality.

He asked to see all of the research you've conducted, and you showed him pages of notes. "You're smarter than you look y/n," he teased. You rolled your eyes at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, taking offense. "I mean you look like the average cheerleader that's fucked more then half of the football team."

You gawk at him and his incel driven ignorance. "I haven't even fucked my boyfriend on that team," you corrected, annoyed. "I'm a fucking virgin- you know nothing about me." He went silent not knowing what to say, but the thought of you never being taken like that before made him throb in his jeans.

"Fuck I'm sorry, it was just a joke." He apologized, voice getting quieter the more he spoke. "Joke," you repeated, clicking your tongue. "Just get the fuck out of my house, my boyfriend 'll be back soon. He's not going to be too happy with you here. He doesn't like dogs on the bed," you snark, pointing to the door.

He looks at the ground and apologizes under his breath again before leaving the room.

Your boyfriend didn't come home. He texted you, "Gonna be out a little later than usual, emergency with the guys." You believed him, Ethan knew he was out fucking some girl. Guys like him can't live with abstinence.

Ethan sat at home, jerking off to videos of you on the sidelines in football highlights. He groaned whenever your skirt lifted up when you jumped, exposing some of your dark navy panties.

He had to know how it felt to be inside you. How tight you would be, never been stretched before. He imagined your moans, begging to be slow your first time, loving the way he impaled your cunt.

He pumped himself faster, getting closer to the edge, imagining his hands were your soft, delicate ones. Then his mind wandered to other places, how would your lips feel, wrapped around his tip? He came just at the thought, shooting ropes onto his grey sweats.

He just had to feel you, he had too. So, he put on his black robe and mask, the one he planned to use to execute Sam, Tara, and the rest of their friend group with. But today, he had other plans.

He creeped to your rich boyfriend's house, seeing you in bed reading a book in the window. You were listening to god knows what with your airpods, bopping your head to the music while highlighting pages of the book. He gave your phone a ring, and he watched you doubled tap the earbud to answer. "Hello?" You asked with that sweet voice of yours he relished in. "Hello y/n," he asked using the voice changer. "Hi!" You respond bubbly and obliviously.

"Watcha listening to?" He asked huskily. "Ariana Grande," you giggled out. "Who's this?" You ask the mystery caller. "Oh only your biggest fan," he replied, voice smooth. "I look forward to seeing you every game, you're my favorite." You blush at his creepy compliment, continuing to annotate the quotes in the book. "Thank you, I work hard. But seriously.. who are you?" You repeat.

He chuckles to himself, "What? You want to see me? Want me to show myself?" You shake your head giggling, unaware of the danger coming your way. "No, I just need your name." You said.

"Need," he repeated. "Y'know what I need at a time like this? A warm cunt I can stretch out," he groaned. Bewildered, you check your phone to see who called, no caller ID. "Uh, what?" You awkwardly chuckled, growing uncomfortable.

"You're a virgin, right y/n?" He asked. You nodded, unaware you were being watched, but you did it subconsciously anyways. "You ever thought about it? Getting fucked by a cock?" He asked through the phone. "Of course I have. But it's never been the right time, y'know? I want my first time to be special."

As you spoke Ethan snuck his way into the house, making his way towards the room where you basked. "Trust me," he spoke, breath heavy. "It will be," he finished, stepping his way into your doorframe.

You screamed out, scared, shaking uncontrollably. "Oh my god! Get the fuck out I swear to god, my boyfriend will be back soon, and he will not be happy with you." He tilted his head, knife in hand. "And you think he's happy with you?" He asked, plunging onto the bed, mounting the top of you, struggling to hold you down. He started to graze the blade of the knife against your jaw. "Every weekend," he drags out, still using a voice changer through the mask. "He goes missing. He goes to the sorority house and knocks up a couple of sisters."

You tear at the news, not wanting to believe it. "You're lying!" You spit, trying to escape his grasp to no use. "No, doll. I am telling nothing but the truth." You reach up to try to pull the mask off to no use, he pinned your arms down onto the bed. He sighs and gets up off of you, pointing the knife at you so you stay put.

He places a camera on the dresser, facing the bed. "What'd you say we get back at him, hm? We make him a little movie, and he see's how good I fuck you?" He said, climbing back onto the bed. You cry, "Please no." You shake your head with tears streaming down your red cheeks. "Please fucking yes," he mocks, reaching up your nightie.

You gasp when his gloved hands grasp your body, making their way up to your breasts making you whimper. "Your boyfriend ever touch you like this?" He asks. You shake your head a no in response, sniffling a little.

His hands moved down to your delicate lacy panties, slipping them off swiftly. You gasp as the cold hair hits your pussy. He takes the gloves off of his hands and tossed them onto the floor before toying with your folds. You weren't soaking but you were getting there, wetness dripping out of your pussy.

He attempted to slip a finger inside but you were so goddamn tight. You whined having nothing ever been in there before, not even a tampon. He finally got one in and you moaned out, kicking your foot a little. "Easy," he whispered, trying to make room for another finger. You were much wetter on the inside then out. "Please, if you want to live just s-stop. My boyfriend will actually kill y-" You were cut off by your own moan when he slips in his second finger.

You moaned at his big fingers, extremely sensitive. "No, stop- Ethan," you moaned out. His face shot up when you said his name. You noticed his reaction. "You don't even have to hide it," you said breathily, chest heaving. "I've never told anyone I'm a virgin." With that he slips the mask off, revealing his cute but devilish face and sweaty curls. He bit his lip and curled his fingers deeper inside you making you screech.

You shook your head a no as you felt yourself grow close, but your body was going against your protests, molding itself against his touch. "Ethan please s-stop," you pleaded as your thighs started to clench. Your hips completely contradicted your words, bucking into his fingers before letting out a final scream and secreting fluids onto his fingers and your sheets. He inhales before leaning down and sucking your clit, extending your high.

You huff and puff, chest rising and falling. Ethan pops off of your clit and goes for your lips, kissing you. You don't kiss back, trying to retract your lips as much as possible. You couldn't deny he was a good kisser, but he broke into your house and fingered you against your will, and made you orgasm.

"Come on, baby," he grunts into the kiss. "You can't deny I'm the best you've ever had." You shake your head when he finally pulls away. "You're the only I've ever had! Please Ethan, I love my boyfriend, I don't want this." You cry, but he keeps groping you through your dress anyways, making you throb again. "Well maybe I don't care what you want. I care what your cunt does." He says, kissing at your neck as he continues to toy with your heavy, cloth covered tits.

Your nipples grew perky and you moaned as he sucked on that sweet spot on your neck. He left a mark on your neck and pulled away, then he started to pull down his pants. After that he took off the whole costume, leaving him naked on your bed. "You look so sexy in that dress, but you're going to have to take it off." You shook your head a no. "No?" He mocks. He picked up his knife from the side. "Guess I'll have to cut it off." Your eyes grow wide, not wanting to ruin the expensive gift from your boyfriend. "No!" You yell, stopping his actions. "I'll take it off," you say weakly, pulling it over your head.

"Good girl," he cooed. "God you're beautiful." He groans, pumping himself in his hand, eyeing your pretty, dainty tits. "Come on, try it," he urged, guiding your hand to his length. You wrapped around him perfectly, hand more gentle than his own. He groaned as you jerked him, feeling disgusted with yourself. On your boyfriends bed, giving your econ partner a handjob.

He groaned and grew more desperate, needing to be inside of you more than anything. He removed your hand from him. "Turn around," he spoke, motioning you to face the headboard. You choked on tears, complying worriedly. He pushes your face into your pillow and guides your ass up. He grabs the knife and grazes it along your back, making your spine shiver.

"Ethan please, we can forget about this, I swear." You beg, but it doesn't stop him. Ethan teases your opening with his tip making your mouth agape. You involuntarily start to push back against him, scooting your ass back to meet his cock. "Slut," he remarks, slapping your ass cheek leaving it a bright red.

He grips your ass with his hands, making you suck in air a little, before he pushes in a little more than the tip. You groan at the stretch, face contorting uncomfortably. He let you adjust a little, only using the tip for a solid minute. "Ethan please stop, it hurts s'much," you whined. "Hurts? I'm not even halfway," he chuckled out, continuing to fuck you with his thick, pink tip. You cried, stomach bubbling up from the stimulation.

Your wetness seeped onto his cock, making it easier for him to ease his way all the way in, slamming his hips against your ass making you bite your pillow, screaming into it. "That's it," he whispered, slowly thrusting in and out of you. You moaned into the pillow, arching your back.

He grunted and started to get rougher, slamming his hips against yours, every thrust making the bed frame hit the wall. He gripped your hair and pulled your head out of the pillow, your face covered with tears. You moaned, gripping the sheets behind you while taking him from the back. You felt yourself getting close again, stomach tightening as you felt the sensation of having to piss. He felt you clench around his length and whispered in your ear, "Cum on my fucking cock, slut."

In response to his words you screamed out as you came around his cock, leaving a creamy ring around his base. He let go of your hair, letting you collapse back onto the bed. He continued to hold your ass up, continuing to hit it roughly, groaning at every one of your throbs. You started to salivate a little against the pillow due to your excessive whines.

He wiped the sweat off of his forehead while panting, getting close. His thrusts through sloppy and less uniformed. "Gonna breed this pussy, and you're gonna wish I was in you every second of every fucking day," he spat out, huffing and not being able to hold back any longer. With a final thrust, he came deep in your cunt, shooting spurt after spurt inside you. After he pulled out, his cum dripped out of you followed by the sound of flatulence.

You laid there and didn't even realize how much time has passed. Ethan disappeared through your window that was now open with his camera with everything documented. Through the window, you saw lights of a car, and soon your boyfriend stumbled in, eyeing your cum dripping cunt.

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