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Jason

Part two of Killer Climaxes

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Mingyu x xreader

Genre: Horror, Smut 18+ only MDNI

Word Count: 8.1K

Warnings: Horror themes, aggression, dubcon\noncon, drowning, sharp objects, blood\possible bloodplay, Non HEA, death, dead dove.

You swung the car door open, stretching your legs as you shifted to scoot your body out of the car to stand on hard ground. You had been driving for hours with your friends. One of your closest friends got it in their head that it would be a fun idea to drive to the old Camp Crystal Lake for the weekend. Crystal Lake had been permanently closed for a few years after the mass murders that occurred over one night. No one survived and now the area was forgotten, the cabins and grounds overgrown with weeds and draped delicately with abandoned spider webs. Even better, there was no cell service or anyone around for miles plus it was Friday the 13th. Rumors swirled that the man responsible for all those deaths came back to the campground every Friday the 13th like clockwork, ready to slay anyone around. Of course, your horror obsessed best friend was all about coming out here to just see.. You lift your arms over your head, reaching up as far as you can to stretch the stiffness in your lower back out and sigh heavily.

You turn at the sound of a car door closing and watch three of your friends pile out of the car you were in as well as another car loaded with friends pull up, the headlights causing you to squint lightly in the dim, setting sun. You walk to the trunk and pop it open before grabbing bags to cart who knows how far to a cabin. With now fully loaded arms, you turn around to face the car behind you as you listen to the sound of light chatter. Your eyes immediately find Mingyu and a smile ghosts your lips before you quickly straighten them out. He was out of your league. Ever the heartthrob. His skin glowed in the dusk with its golden hue. His wavy, onyx hair was messy, as if he had either just rolled out of bed or ran his hands through it numerous times on the drive here. His pale yellow shirt clung to his chest like a second skin ,the definition of his abs visible through the thin fabric and the entire look was polished off with a pair of jeans and pearls. Fucking pearls. The man was bold and beautiful and he knew it. Your body hums softly at the sight of him and you try to shake it off. Everyone was attracted to Mingyu but not everyone was lucky enough to be with him. You knew your place and it definitely wasn’t underneath him no matter how much your body craved to be.

His laughter echoed around everyone. His smile is infectious, sparking a grin to splay across your lips again and this time you allow it. You watch him put another friend in a headlock, rubbing the knuckles of his closed fist rapidly against the boy’s head before he gets shoved to the side. You roll your eyes at the display of rough housing and turn to find your best friend, the organizer of this expedition. Her arms were loaded down with equipment: camera, voiceboxes, notebooks, candles, and various herbs. In true nerd fashion, she had a theory that the camp was actually haunted and she wanted to see if she could capture the spirit of Jason on camera. You shake your head as you watch her juggle everything in her hand before she nods in the direction to her right and stomps off.

You follow suit, your arms straining under the weight of the numerous bags you crammed in your hands. You refused to make this trip more than once and between the four of you in one car, there were a lot of bags to carry especially with Ghost Hunter McGee ahead of you. The sun sets deeper into the horizon, the shadows it cast dancing across the worn dirt path you followed. In the distance, the cabins began to appear. Their outlines grew solid the closer you got to them, the wear and tear evident on each one even from the distance you were from them. Your face wrinkles in displeasure at the sight of them. It was already unseasonably warm and just from the sight of these things, it was going to be even warmer inside.

Your arms throb in protest to the weight hanging from them as you approach the first cabin and you note the considerable distance between the five cabins. You drop the load of stuff in your arms at your feet and swing your arms to shake out the ache in them before you make your way around the side of the first cabin to take in the rest of the camp. In the swelling darkness, you can vaguely make out the one furthest away, its outline almost a speck against the horizon. You make your way towards the second cabin and it takes a few minutes before you grace its front door. You twist the knob on the door as it catches causing you to have to lean your body weight against it to force it open. You sigh at the entire ordeal before making your way inside.

The stale air hits your nose immediately and you cough as you breathe in the dust you disturbed when you had to pry the door open. You pull your shirt over your nose as you wander further inside. There wasn’t much to the cabin. It was an open space scattered with old, rusty beds. The majority were laying on their sides with a few mattresses ripped open, exposing the springs so they were shooting from the tears. A chest of drawers lies on its side as well, with small end tables littered in the pile of forgotten memories. You shuffle around for a moment, picking up the threadbare blankets that lie scattered around the room before you make your way out into the near pitch blackness outside. You head back in the direction of the first cabin, following the thin beams of light now emanating from the front and side of it.

You hold your hand up to block the light as it swings and lands directly on your face, the brightness making you squint your eyes. The light lowers and you can make out Mingyu’s outline in the reflection of it. He waves his hand toward you, gesturing for you to come gather with everyone else. Lights bounce all around as everyone comes back from their small exploration of the campground. You find your best friend again, always naturally gravitating towards her and stand to her left as you wait for whoever to start making sleeping decisions. You expected to be paired with your friend and another girl you knew pretty well and were comfortable with and that’s exactly who you ended up with. You groan in protest as they both suggest taking the cabin farthest away, the one closest to the lake. Something about needing to be close to the water to catch Jason's spirit since his body is supposed to be anchored to the bottom of the lake.

You groan in protest and also make sure to verbally express how much you did not want to walk all that way in the dark. Your friend shakes her head and laughs as she treks ahead of you and after what feels like an eternity, you three make it to your cabin. Your best friend sets her stuff down and fights the door for a moment before swinging it out. She takes out her phone and turns the flashlight on, sweeping it across the dark room. This cabin was set up the same as the one you explored. Old beds and nightstands were clustered around the room, some tipped over and some torn. You groan again as you set everything down and walk to the mess of old, decaying furniture. You start to push everything into one corner, opening up the middle of the room. A chest of drawers sits against the far way, its drawers hanging out and some completely missing. You make your way to it, running your hand across the top and cringing as it comes back dirty.

You run your hand across it to clear a spot to set a few things before going back to the luggage, rummaging to find your sleeping bag. Your other two friends flit around the room, your bestie directing the other on where to set things up. You roll your eyes as you dig into your luggage again to find an oversized shirt to sleep in. Once you grab one, you quickly shimmy out of your day clothes, flinging your shirt off and stepping out of your pants as fast as you can. You unhook your bra and stuff your dirty clothes back into your belongings before grabbing a flashlight to have near you while you slept. A wave of relief sweeps over you at the freedom your shirt gives, the hem hanging a few inches above your knees. You want to take your socks off but the thought of your bare feet touching the old, dirty floor beneath you makes you cringe so you slip inside your sleeping bag making sure to tuck your hair underneath you to keep it off the floor as well. You close your eyes and listen to the shuffling around you. You were no help to the paranormal tech master your friend was and you were tired, the hours in the car here having drained your energy.

You place the flash light by your head just in reach in case you need it. You doubted you would but there was something about being in the open wilderness in the middle of nowhere that made you feel slightly uneasy. Your eyelids droop, growing heavier with each second as you settle against the cool floor. You drift into dreams quickly despite them being plagued with images of the golden skinned god snoozing in a nearby cabin. In your haste to get somewhere to sleep, you missed all the sidelong glances he shot your way, all the wandering eyes and the quickened pace of his heartbeat when he watched you, wishing to cling to you the way your jeans clung to your hips.

In what feels like merely minutes, something startles you and your eyes fly open to find a darkness equal to the one behind your lids. You listen closely in hopes to figure out what roused you from your much needed slumber when you hear something. A creaking sound, like the wood of the cabin floors groaning in protest at the weight of an intrusion. You shift your eyes to the side, a sliver of moonlight seeping in through the crack in the front door. You freeze when you see an outline pass by it, your imagination immediately jumping to conclusions versus logically remembering there were five other people scattered across the area on this little trip. You work to keep your breathing even as you watch through your peripheral. A beam of soft light suddenly breaks the darkness and you squeeze your eyes shut at it before reopening them.

You watch as the beam slides across the room, it stopping to illuminate your friend sleeping above you against the back wall. It sweeps across the room again and you shut your eyes as it looms closer before stopping on your face. You work hard to make it look like you’re sleeping as footsteps approach you, a figure now crouching next to you.

“Hey.” A voice whispers softly. A voice you recognize.

“Mingyu?” You answer in an equally hushed whisper. A grunt greets your ears in response and you open your eyes, bringing your hand to shield them from his flashlight. He switches it off, the darkness engulfing the room once more.

“What the hell are you doing, Mingyu?” You ask curiously. You have no idea what time it was or how long you had been asleep just as you had no idea why this hunk was crouched next to you in the middle of the night.

“Hopefully you.” He says, the smirk on his face dancing across the words spewing from his lips. You cock your head to the side before you push yourself up on your elbows.

“Wha-....” is all you get out before his lips find yours in the darkness. You don't fight it but instead melt under the touch. His mouth is gentle against yours as his body hovers next to you. He pulls back before crawling over you, his body straddling yours momentarily before he catches the zipper to your sleeping bag and tugs it down. It tucks himself inside the snug space before zipping himself up inside it and turns on his side to face you. His hands reach out, one landing on your right side as he tugs you towards him and the other coming to caress your face in the dark. The moonlight outside shines down on the high windows just enough to give you a glimpse of his outline. Your confusion is still present but with every touch of his skin to yours, it melts slowly. Did it matter why THE Kim Mingyu was zipped into your sleeping bag? No, all that mattered was somehow you got a chance you didn't think you had and you weren’t going to squander it.

You allow him to pull you closer to him, turning your body to face him. His hand drapes across your waist as he brings his lips to yours again. His touch is gentle and tender, enough to ignite a flight of fluttering in your stomach as his mouth brushes your delicately. You pulled yourself against him more as you let your lips dance with his, your hands curled up between the two of you. You uncurl a fist and place it against his chest as his hand across your waist slides down to your hip. His fingers dance against your skin and you melt against his mouth. His movements were soft and gentle, your heart swelling before pounding harder and harder against your ribs. Your eyes flutter close and soon you lose yourself inside his kiss. The sounds of the dark night around you fade and the only thing that remains is him, the sound of his breathing, the feeling of his lips against yours, the way his tongue explores your mouth, the electric feeling his fingers leave behind every time they caress your skin.

His hands begin to roam more, sliding down your hips dangerously close to the side of your ass before running up to stop at the end of your ribs. Your body begins to ache as the touch wakes as well as feeds a desire inside you. He pulls his mouth from your slowly and the sound of his soft panting dances between the two of you to collide with your own. His silhouette meets your eyes when you open them, the moonlight beaming behind him. His features were muted in the darkness but you could faintly see the corners of his mouth turning up and you could picture the twinkle in his eyes as the smile appeared.

“Hi.” he whispers softly with a small laugh and you mimic the sound with a small laugh of your own.

“Hi.” you whisper in return as you watch his shadowy features. Lust bloomed within you in the disguise of affection and you could feel the softness in your features as you watched what bit of his face you could see. Despite the luck of him being cuddled up next to you, you were curious as to why exactly he was here, in your sleeping bag and kissing you like he was your lover.

“What was that about?” you ask quietly, your voice hushed not to disturb your friends, one of which was a very light sleeper. His fingers find your hips again and begin to caress them tenderly.

“Just something I wanted to do before there wasn’t a chance to anymore. Tomorrow isn’t promised you know.” he answers you and your stomach flips. Something he wanted to do? You had no idea he paid attention to you, much less wanted you in any way. You two were in the same friend circle but your paths rarely crossed outside of that. He was always included in anything you and your friends did and you always found yourself gravitating towards him before eventually, you had to admit you were crushing on him pretty hard.While you spent days and weeks in denial about how you felt, the small things you noticed about Mingyu and brushed away as your delusions were actually real interest. Stolen glances. His eyes naturally gravitating to you in a crowded room. The way he would try to be as close to you as he could be when possible. He was drawn to you from the moment he saw you and you never knew that he spent just as much time fighting what he was feeling as you did.

You blush, never having been so thankful for the lack of light as you were right then. Luckily, there was no need for you to think of a response because Mingyu’s face moved closer to yours again before his lips claimed them in another kiss, this one laced with need. You press yourself against his body as you return the near desperation with that of your own. Your lips clash with his over and over before his tongue slips through them to explore. Breathing turns ragged and his hands begin to wander your body, tracing paths along your sides to your thighs and back up to tickle right under your breasts.

You moan softly, the sound dying between the melee of lips colliding against each other. His hands run down your side again before slipping underneath your oversized shirt. You gasp softly as his touch, his hands warm against your bare skin. His palm sits flat against your stomach as it glides slowly up, little by little, before he brings it to cup your breast. Mingyu paws it gently as he pushes himself against you more, the bulge straining the front of his pants pressing into your stomach. Your stomach flutters and a warmth blooms in your core, heating between your thighs. His mouth never leaves yours and his touch is tender, moving as if you were fragile and quite the contrast to the haste in his kiss. His fingers dance down your stomach, moving gracefully down to slip underneath the thin fabric of your underwear. You moan softly in anticipation of his touch, your core aching as you part your legs slightly.

His fingers slip down between your folds, rubbing up and down softly before they come to rest on your clit. You sigh softly into his mouth as his fingers begin to draw slow circles, pleasure emanating with every stroke he makes. You push your hips up ever so slightly into his fingers in search of more friction before you grip his shirt in your hands.He dips his fingers down again, slipping them along the wetness of your folds before carefully pushing you inside you. You groan softly, your hips moving to meet his finger as he begins to push it in and out of you slowly. Every inward stroke is driven in as far as he can before curling his finger to swipe your sweet spot. After a moment, he adds a second finger, his strategy still the same. His fingers work in and out of you in soft, subtle movements before they coil and graze your walls. Your body buzzes as each motion strokes the warmth kinking dangerously in your stomach. The sounds he coaxes from you are muffled by his lips, each one jumping from your mouth to his before dying in his throat.

Just as you thought he was going to continue building the raging tsunami lying in wait inside of you, he pulls his fingers from you. His lips leave yours and you bite your lips to stifle the moan of protest dying to escape. He trails soft ,fluttery kisses down the side of your face and to your neck where he spends some time nibbling the spot below your ear. You shudder before leaning your head against his as he begins to continue his journey down your body. He peppers kisses from your neck to your collarbone before kissing a line down between your breasts. He lifts his head before reaching a hand up to unzip your sleeping bag. He tugs the zipper down and tosses the top off of the two of you, the cool air sending a chill across your exposed skin. His head dips back to your skin, picking up where he left off. He moves from between your breasts slowly down your stomach, bringing a hand to rest on your stomach after he pushes your shirt up.

He continues to make his way down, shifting to settle between your legs as he kisses to the top of your mound before he slips his fingers under the sides of your underwear and pulls them down. He tugs them off completely, helping your legs as he removes them before tossing them aside. His hands run up your legs before stopping at your thighs. His fingers gently spread your folds to expose your sensitive nub. He leans down and places a kiss on it before sliding his tongue across it. You shiver and gasp softly before bringing your legs up around his face. He holds you in place with a hand resting gently on your stomach before he dives between your legs and laps at you like he was parched. His tongue flicks across your clit greedily as he buries his face into you. You arch your back before bringing your hands into his hair, fisting tuffs of it in your grasp. You take a breath and hold it as his tongue dances across your clit teasingly. The touch was light but enough to drive you closer to the impending pleasure. Sounds accumulate in your throat, sounds you dare not even whimper in the room with your friends and you swallow them despite how fast they’re produced. Mingyu licks and swirls at your cunt before he brings a slender finger between you and him, sliding it slowly inside you. You gasp and whine softly as he pushes it in and out of you in rhythm with his tongue, playing a tune that brought you closer to the release you craved. Warmth began to boil at your core with every lick of his tongue and curl of his finger. Your hands grip his hair tighter as you buck your hips against his face.

Your head falls back and your back arches as the pairing of his mouth and fingers stroke you closer and closer as you approach your edge. He moans softly against your pussy and the sound vibrates through you. You squeeze your legs around his head as he slips another finger inside you. He pumps and curls his fingers faster, his tongue picking up pace to match. You bring a hand to your mouth when a cry threatens to slip through your lips as the embers burning in your core erupt into flames, exploding inside you. You clench his fingers as your body shakes with the waves of pleasure that course through you. His fingers continue as he watches you come apart under his touch. Your body shakes as the last tide washes over you, your orgasm finally subsiding. He pulls his fingers from inside you and brings them to his mouth. He sucks the taste of you from them before he groans softly. He reaches over to grab the sleeping back, folding it back over as he lies down next to you. He pulls your body towards him and you scoot closer. His lips meet yours and you sigh softly at the taste of yourself on his lips. When he pulls away, you snake a hand between you, traveling down to brush the front of his pants. His hand comes to yours, stopping you mid stroke.

“It’s your turn.” you whisper softly. He kisses the side of your head before whispering in return.

“I don’t need a turn. That was more than enough for tonight for me. Now sleep, it’s been a long day, okay princess.”

Your stomach flutters at the sound of his voice, the pet name, and you can feel your cheeks heat up. You nod your head in response despite wanting to protest before rolling over on your side to press your back against his chest. As soon as his warmth wraps around you, sleep begins to wash over you. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until after your release, the pleasure relaxing your body entirely. Mingyu’s presence envelops you, creating a safe and cozy atmosphere and within moments, you are deep asleep in his arms, your dreams filled with him and what your future could hold.

For the second time that night, you wake up to a sound. There was something shrill in the distance and it takes a moment for your mind to register the noise as a scream. But as quickly as you heard it, it fades away. You sit up straight up and survey the room in the moonlight but with the low light, all you can see are outlines of everything. You unzip your sleeping bag and toss it to the side before bringing yourself to stand. You sock feet pad softly to the window across the room, using the moon to light your way to it. You peer out, checking every angle as you swing your head from left to right.The lake shimmers under the moon, its reflection glittering in the movements of the water. The wind kisses the trees causing them to shiver under the touch, their leaves rustling softly. When you don’t see anything, you turn around to return to your sleeping bag, passing it off as your imagination when your sock suddenly meets something damp. And warm.

You curse under your breath and pad towards your luggage to grab a fresh pair because no way were you about to walk around here barefoot. You stop by your sleeping bag to snag your light and flick it on quickly, covering the end with half of your hand to help control the brightness of it so you won’t disturb your friends. You angle it downward while you walk and when your right foot comes into the beam one step in, you freeze at the sight of red. Your head tilts to the right as you stare at the spot on the toes of your sock and you bring your foot up to move it closer to you. That’s when you notice that everywhere your sock feels warm and wet is red. You bring the light to your other foot and find it red as well. You swing around quickly, dropping your hand from over the end of it and aim it to where you were standing at the window. Your friends' sleeping figures are lit up as the light washes over them on its journey.

You walk slowly back to the window, your light trained on the dark spot pooled beneath it as a twinge of fear begins to bud in your chest the closer you get. Your first thought was blood but there’s no way, right? You try not to think the worst. You try to reason. An animal got in and left something behind but with your light sleeper friends, surely someone would have woken up to the sounds. You follow the pool with your light, tracing it back to your best friend’s sleeping body and you freeze when you see it surrounding her upper half. You rush to her side, kneeling next to her as you shake her body roughly. Fear buzzes under your skin as her body rocks under your hands. You call her name but she doesn’t answer and when you roll her over on her back, you see it. The wounds in her chest. The lifelessness in her blank stare.

A scream bubbles up in your throat and dies spilling from you in the form of tears on your face. Panic slams into you and your breathing comes in rapid pants. You scramble backwards, dropping your light in the process. Your brain races trying to make sense of what you were seeing. Your tears have turned into full on sobs as you sit frozen staring at the body of your best friend. You finally move after long, drawn out moments pass. You reach out to grab your light and shine it towards your other friend. A gasp leaves your lips when it illuminates her face equally as lifeless as she lays in a puddle of blood. You quickly push yourself to your feet, light in hand, and on shaky legs, you run to the door and pull it open before dashing outside.

You close the distance between your cabin and the one closest to it quicker than you imagined you would. You swing the door to it open and shine your light around to find the same scene. Amidst the old, rotting furniture are the bodies of your friends, all lying in their own blood, slaughtered in their sleep. You check the other cabins as well, your vision now clouded by the tears pouring from your eyes. You’re met with the same scene in each one and panic surges beneath your skin. You turn and clear the side of the first cabin, unsure of where to go when you realize one person wasn’t among your dead friends. But where was he? Was that the noise you heard earlier? Was it too late? You push yourself back towards your cabin hastily, your legs burning at the exertion. The shimmering surface of the water dances in the breeze as you get closer and in the middle of it, you can make out a figure. A profile you would know anywhere. Mingyu.

The wind bites your skin as you dash on your wet, socked feet. Your bare legs prickle in the coolness of the night as you run as fast as you can towards him. You don’t stop as the edge of the lake appears but rather than stop, you continue to run into the water until your feet no longer reach the bottom. Mingyu meets you at that moment and you throw your arms and legs around him before burying your face in his shoulder. He wraps his muscular arms around you and carries the two of you back towards the shore as he tries to pry what’s wrong from you between your heaving sobs.

“Hey, what is it? What’s wrong?” he asks softly, his voice laced with concern as he rubs a hand up and down your back to try and soothe you.

“They’re-” you force out between sobs. “They’re dead. All of them, Mingyu. They’re all gone.”

He places a kiss to the side of your head gently and squeezes you tightly against him.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

You relax a little, despite the anxiety and terror that was still raging as your mind spit out too many questions for you to even keep up with. His arms relax around you as he peppers your head and the side of your face with kisses. You finally lean up to look at him with your tear stained face and something flashes in his eyes. Something you can’t read before he pecks your lips reassuringly. It was so comforting to you given the cocktail of emotions swirling within you and your eyes hold his before he leans in to kiss you again, this time his lips linger. His mouth dances against yours gently before it progresses into something more needy.

Your lips dance with his as you melt into his body, his arms around you a comforting presence in the midst of chaos. Your hands slide up his chest before slipping around his back. You flex your fingers as if trying to grasp the skin of his back into them. He pulls you closer to him despite the fact that your bodies are flush, his hands roaming your curves. Your lips clash and your tongues intertwine faster with each breath. Your stomach warms with every flit of his fingertips across your skin as your desire buds in your core before pooling between your legs. You moan softly into his mouth and he laps up the sound greedily. Your hands slip from his back, journeying down slowly as you allow your fingers to trace the definition of his muscles that peek through the fabric clinging to his skin. You run them around his hips before gliding them over the round muscles of his ass. As you begin to bring them back up, you feel him tense up before your hand runs over something tucked into his waistband. Your kiss goes from desperate to slow as your fingers trace the object. The end was wide, wooden, and wet and the kiss of small, round metal bites in two small spaces. It curved on the inside before it made way to more metal. That’s when you froze. The realization of what you were feeling and what it meant to be feeling it. There were no knives left at the camp. It had been looted years before after the first set of murders by kids who thought it was cool to own memorabilia tied to tragedy. Your eyes widen as you pull back, your hands coming from around Mingyu’s waist but before you could pull away completely, his hand snaps out and his fingers wrap around your wrist. You stare up at him silently as you put everything together slowly and you begin to tremble.

His eyes flare, a hint of sadness buried within them as he stares down at you. His grip tightens around your wrist painfully and you wince. What you didn’t know was that he didn’t want to do this. No, he wanted to savor you, to have you for a little while to himself but watching you explore the cabins out here in his old campground and seeing you in the one he spent the most time in sent something through him. He thought he could have a taste of you without it awakening the blood thirsty driven lust that he fought to keep buried inside him. It’s why he denied you a chance to give him release because he knew he would topple over and the sadistic drive that bloomed permanently within him would awaken. He didn’t want that so he waited until you were asleep before he crept out silently back to the old kitchen to find the knife he hid in the floorboards the year before.

He snuck into each cabin one by one, shoving his knife into your friends while they slept, the arousal it gave him coursing like electricity in his veins. It would have been simple enough had one of them not woken up to the noise. He chased her past the window where you slept and into the trees surrounding the lake when he finally was able to grab her, her small, soft body rubbing against the aching bulge that strained almost painfully against his pants as she flailed in attempts to escape. Her shrill scream rang out through the night and Mingyu was absolutely certain it would wake you. You, the sole survivor. You, his prize. When it didn’t, he let his anger out on her, puncturing her chest over and over until well after she had stopped breathing. He dragged her body out to the middle of the lake after tying a cinder block around her ankles and he left her there, watching as she floated slowly out of sight under the ink black surface of the water. And that’s when he heard it, the cabin door flying open and so he swam as fast as he could back to shore to be there to swoop you up.

When your body crashed into him, Mingyu almost lost all control then and there. Everything was going so wrong and he was.... sad. But he couldn’t let you go now. He couldn’t let you spill his secret and jeopardize the cover he built for himself. Seeing you wet, your shirt clinging to you like a second skin and the knowledge that when he left, you were completely bare underneath surged his arousal. He pulled you close to him as quickly as he could, his hand still holding your wrist tightly. He leans in and presses his lips against yours forcefully, holding you flush against him as he grinds his hips against your body. You thrash in protest but his grip on you is too strong. When you don’t return his kiss, he spins you around to pin your arm behind your back as he brings his other arm to wrap around your waist to pull you against him.

You continue your attempts to flee, his arm almost crushing you to keep you against him. He releases your hand to undo his pants and you flail your arms in another attempt. Before you can register what’s happening, a sting blooms in your cheek and you pause in confusion. Your face burns and you press your hand to it to feel warmth as it registers that his hand connected with your cheek. In the time it took for the slap to register, he had shrugged his wet pants and underwear down and his erection stands tall between the two of you. He forces you back against him again, his arm across your waist once again holding you as he uses his free hand to line himself up with your entrance. He uses his body weight to lean you forward as he presses himself into you slowly. A hiss leaves his lips as he slips deeper into you, your warm wet walls clenching him tightly. He groans loudly into the night air before he pulls back, his other hand coming to wrap around your waist. He drives back into you, not wasting any time as he begins to pump wildly.

You lean forward, your body moving under him as you try to fight him. Anger, fear, and hints of arousal swell inside you as they slowly rise in the form of water crowding your vision. You try to elbow him, try to pull away from him but his strong arms hold you in place. Every time you protest, you can hear the flair of his breathing in annoyance so you continue to struggle. His irritation builds and he tries to reel you in by adding more force to his strokes. When you don’t relent, a hand disappears from around your waist momentarily before it swings back around towards your neck. Something cold and sharp bites at your throat and the tears billowing in your eyes slowly begin to crash together as they make their way down your cheek. The action introduces conflict to the battle between your mind and your body. Mingyu rams into you, his knife digging into your throat a little more. His hand slips one time, the blade gliding across your neck a few centimeters and you hiss at the burning it leaves behind before you begin to cry more. He growls low at the sound of your cries and, in one swift motion, flings you around once more before pushing you down into the shallow water.

You scramble backwards but not fast enough. He drops to his knees, straddling your body as his hand comes to grip your hair painfully. You cry out, more tears flying from your eyes as you watch his head loll back at the sight. His eyes roll and flutter before he rights himself and hovers over you. A hand comes around your throat and shoves you backwards, the water deep enough for your face to submerge if you laid down so you strain against his strength to keep yourself out of it. It laps at your ears, filling inside them instantly as he rams himself back into you. You cry out once more as he moans loudly. His free hand finds your hips and his fingers dig into your skin as he thrusts in and out of you. His hand around your throat squeezes tighter and you gasp as he slowly begins to cut off your oxygen. You look up at him and see the glazed over, dark stare in his eyes reflecting in the moonlight. The bloodlust he worked so hard to bury was winning with every drive he made deep inside of you.

His hand pushes against your throat, shoving your head deeper into the water around you and no matter how hard you strain, you can’t fight. You take a breath as the water pools over your face before you go under completely. His hand tightens, threatening to steal what little oxygen you have as he holds you under. Your arms thrash in protest, coming to claw at his hand when your lungs start to ache and right as you think you can’t hold your breath any longer, he pulls your head up. You gasp, trying to grab as much air as you can before he pushes you under again. Air flows forcefully from your nose as you try to scream despite your better judgment. He pulls you up again and you gasp before a sob escapes your lips. He pounds into you more, faster with each stroke. You claw at his hand and your nails dig into his flesh. He groans when they rip places, leaving white marks that swell instantly with red. Anger flashes across his moonlit eyes and before you can register anything else, he shoves your face back under the water.

You whip your arms around, still determined to fight when his hand leaves your waist before a sharp, hot pain floods your senses. You scream instinctively, water flooding in your nose and mouth and you choke before he pulls you back up. Your body heaves with your coughs as you work to spew the water infiltrating your lungs while your stomach burns. You sob, the action uncontrollable as you peer down to see the knife you felt sticking out of you. His hand is still wrapped around the handle as he slides in and out of you faster. The sounds of him fill the air, his moans echoing against the slapping of the water against your skin. Your cries ring out in the otherwise quiet night, lost in the breeze that carries them away from the two of you. With each stroke, your will to fight dwindles until he shoves your head under the water again. Instinctively you try anyway despite the exhaustion creeping into your bones. He twists the knife in your stomach slowly, amplifying the burning that was calmed down to a dull ache.

You cry out again, water flooding your mouth again and you gag. Fear slams into you even harder as each breath you take becomes harder. His hand around your throat is so tight that if he doesn’t suffocate you soon then he would no doubt crush your hyoid bone. He rips the knife from your stomach and drops it in the water next to him as he lets up on your throat, pulling you from underwater while he groans loudly. His breathing comes in rapid, shallow pants as you choke and heave at the water flooding your system. Tears cascade down your face as you try to cover your stomach to staunch the crimson river flowing from the wound. Your fingers soon are coated with the warm sticky liquid when he rips them from the gash. He quickly shoves two fingers into the laceration roughly, twisting them around as he pounds against you. You scream as loud as you can, the white hot pain traveling through your system at lightning speed. Your head spins and before you can register it, you’re shoved back under water.

You keep trying to fight but your system is overwhelmed. The pain, lack of oxygen, and the fatigue pile against you as more water seeps into your nose, crashing through your windpipe to settle in your lungs. His hand at your throat tightens and your vision begins to blur. His fingers come from the cut on your stomach and you can hear the muffled sounds of his breathing. His pants turn into quick moans as he pushes himself in and out of you faster, his strokes growing sloppy as he reaches his edge. The darkness around you grows heavier as Mingyu slowly begins to disappear, the darkness dancing around the edge of your vision creeping closer and closer. Water clogs your ears, further muffling your hearing and the sounds of his climax are muted but you can feel as he slams into you one final time. His head lolls back before it falls forward to stare down on you as his orgasm washes over him. His cock twitches inside you before shooting warm, sticky ropes of his release to coat your walls. His free hand comes to meet the one around his neck, joining its partner as he squeezes your neck as tight as he can before shoving your face under water one last time. The last thing you see is obsidian black around you. The last thing you hear is the muffled sounds of the last bits of your oxygen creeping from the part in your lips. The last thing you feel is the cool kiss of the water as the life left in you flees from your body.

Mingyu grips your neck maniacally, a frenzied impulse overtaking him. He shudders from the tail end of his release mixed with the sight of your body growing limp. Your blood seeps into the lake around the two of you and he watches as your chest finally stops lifting and falling. Only then does he snap out of the trance he was in. He pulls his hands back quickly, conflict washing over him at the sight of what he did. Disappointment and anguish flood his system as he pulls himself out of your limp body. He works his pants back up painstakingly with one hand as the other holds you in place. Once his clothing is back in place, he reaches down and feels around for the knife. His fingers brush the handle and he snatches it up before pocketing it again. He drags your body back to the shore, leaving you to lie with your feet dangling in the waters edge. He wraps the knife in your limp fingers before he shoves the blade into his side, not deep enough to be fatal but enough to look like there was a struggle. He lifts it in your hand and runs the blade down his face, putting enough pressure on it for it to slice the skin slightly. He winces as it leaves a cut on his cheek but he makes sure it's not enough to scar his handsome face before he runs it against his chest. He frowns as it cuts through the fabric of his favorite shirt before he drops your hand, the knife cluttering to the ground next to you.

He takes one more look at you, a pang of sadness blossoming before it disappears beneath his emotionless demeanor. He makes his way back to the cabin, rooting through bags and belongings before he finds a set of keys. He tousles his hair as he makes his way to the car, sliding into the front seat slowly. He checks the rearview, noting the cut on his face and smirking with approval as he turns the engine over. He throws the car in reverse, pulling out quickly before barely stopping as he moves the car into drive. He presses the accelerator to the floor, the tires digging into the dirt as he peels off. He flicks the high beams on while he flies down the road to the camp, tires squealing as he makes a sharp turn onto the highway. He heads towards town bypassing every gas station in sight as he makes his way right to the police office where he’ll throw himself from the car and inside with fake tears pouring down his face as he makes up a recount of what happened yet again at Camp Crystal Lake. They’ll wrap him in a cheap, scratchy blanket as he tells them how you killed all your friends on the anniversary of Friday the 13th massacre and he’ll live to repeat the tradition again next year.

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