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koufli · 9 months

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Halloween night. Nsfw!

𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 !𝘍𝘦𝘮! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

Modern au.

It was Halloween night, and in your opinion, the best night of the year. You’ve always loved the creepy vibes to October, staying in with friends and watching horror movies until you both shit yourselves screaming, and the best part was going out into scary mazes at Halloween amusement parks. The thrill of Halloween just never failed to excite you, and here you find yourself with Gaz, soap, and Price being the one who was forced to come.

You knew he liked it, he just hated admitting it. He especially hated admitting that it scared him, because, oh no, it was ‘too immature’ for him.

“He’s not replying.” You suddenly huff out, getting a soft scoff from Gaz.

“Seriously, [name,] you need to get a better boyfriend. He’s clearly not interested.” His gruff voice sighs out casually. Your mouth hangs agape. Harsh much? But Gaz only gives you a simple shrug, not an ounce of shame on his face. Price observes the situation as Soap chimes in. “Yi’ll need a better boyfriend. Gaz is richt, ye Ken? He’s a glaikit pumpin’ prick anyways.” He huffs out, but you couldn’t help the smile of amusement shared between Gaz and Price.

“English, mate.” Price reminds, all of you stepping forward in the line.

“Oh! He replied. He says he’ll meet us in the maze.” You smiled before clicking your phone off and stuffing it in your back pocket. The three men share discreet looks before brushing it off anyways.

As you all advanced to the front, you paid and entered, the three men chatting and laughing away as if this was going to be a breeze for them.

Shock horror, it wasn’t.

As soon as the first worker jumped out with a horrifying mask and a chainsaw roaring in their faces unexpectedly, his voice making a spine-chilling shriek, the first reaction of Soap was to grab a hold of Gaz and shout aloud. “Awa' an' bile yer heid, bas! given me a hert attack..” You too grabbed onto Price with a squeal as he clutched his chest and heaved out like he was in the middle of a heart attack, Gaz too hunching over from the scare.

You couldn’t help but wheeze out a laugh at the three, now slowly but surely recovering and making the next turn. “Fucking hell…” Gaz murmurs, glancing over to your bursts of laughter with a suppressed smile.

“I regret this every fucking year. Why do I even come?” Price adds, rubbing his face as the torture for them carries on. After every turn and corner, the Scottish insults come hurling in, Gaz’ shouts frighten the life out of Price more than the actual scare, and the maze becomes so crowded until eventually you lose them through the heaps of people.

Sure it was fun with them, but alone? Fuck, you hated every second of it. There was a shiver running up your spine, eery silences, adrenaline starting to pump through your veins as every corner seemed like hell to conquer.

But the man that turned the corner shocked you into a sudden freeze. You halted in your tracks, the both of you staring at each other for what seemed like minutes. His piercing blue eyes were the only visible feature through his skull mask, the rest of him dressed in black. He was wearing a suit…so could he be a worker? The thought left your mind when He didn’t hesitate grasping your arm. Workers were not permitted to touch you…so who was this? You stared at the back of his head as this strange man leads you through the maze until you both stopped somewhere secluded. It really didn’t surprise you why you didn’t fight back, you were the sort of person to cave into anything. And ‘anything’ was apparently a tall man grabbing you by the arm and man-handling you like a doll.

You studied the man a little more, finally coming to a conclusion. You let out a breath of relief, it was your boyfriend, [bf/n.] “Jesus you scared me, I thought you were never coming..” you sighed out, dropping your head and letting the racing beat of your heart settle. Your boyfriend was towering above you, still not making a single sound, only staring at you.

“Alright, I get it.” You snort, “you don’t have to be silent you know? I get the whole creepy vibe you’re trying with me.” You roll your eyes, his body now pressing you back into the wall. For a moment you swallowed, getting a strange aura from him. Why was he being so creepy? But then he pulled the mask up so the sharp of his jaw and the plumpness of his mouth were revealed to you, finally leaning down and pressing your lips together without any hesitation.

You didn’t falter for a second, cupping his cheeks and parting his lips with your tongue, a muffled grunt being vibrated against your lips as his hands found your waist. He was impatient today, clearly pent up as he pushed you against the wall and smothered your lips with his tongue. He tilted his head, making sure to push your head back into the wall with the force of the kiss. You finally leaned back, breathing heavily as his lips were glossed over, his head inching slightly forward as if trying to capture your lips again. His tongue flicked out to lick his bottom lip, letting out a soft breath as he readjusted the bulge in his pants. You noticed and quirked a brow.

“Here? Right now?”

His bulge rubbed against your thigh, and he nodded like a lost puppy. He still wasn’t talking, which made you frown, but the tightness in his pants was distracting you, you couldn’t think straight. His calloused palm slowly ran down your bare arm, causing you to shudder and look to the side to make sure the place was quiet and you wouldn’t get caught. You weren’t necessarily planning to scare anyone else with getting ploughed into whilst in a creepy Halloween maze.

It was a pretty quiet place, which made you think that he must have been looking while in here to find somewhere for the two of you to shackle up. You suddenly heard a clink of a belt, dragging your gaze away from the corner and looking down to see him frantically pulling the item away from him as he unzipped his pants, his cold palm cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him again. “Turn.” Is all he said, his voice gruff, low, lower than usual as if he was ill. You weren’t processing his words, so he let out a grunt and did it himself, turning you to face the wall as he crouched down, gently hooking his finger in the hem of your pants, wasting no time and slowly pulling them down to reveal your panties.

He let out a strained groan, only at the sight of them. You felt both of his hands cup your ass cheeks, handling each one with such care it was a foreign feeling. His fingers kneaded into the soft flesh as both of your hands flattened against the wall, your lips parting as he, with no shame, pinched the hem of your panties and pulled the fabric down to your ankles and let out a shaky sigh: as if it were the first time he was seeing….everything. Which is wasn’t. his lips ran across your bare skin as he let his breath tickle your ass, slowly pressing a kiss to each one before placing his large hands on the back of your thighs.

He’d finished appreciating your rear, and apparently he had more he wanted to see. “Turn.” Again, you were caught off guard by his voice, but did so anyways. You didn’t realise he was so close, but now his eyes were pinned onto your cunt. His cool hands found their place on your thick thighs, where he started to gently fondle the flesh, his nose brushing dangerously close to your crotch.

You sighed out of pleasure, tilting your head back and biting down on your tongue. What had gotten into him? Why was he suddenly so appreciative of your naked body?

“[Bf/n]..” you trail off, slowly placing your hand atop of his masked head. He still had his balaclava bunched up by his nose, his mouth now pressing into your wet pussy, his tongue snaking out and licking a straight line all the way up until he stopped at your clit. You watched down with your mouth hung agape, your view being his nose pressed against the very top of your cunt while his tongue was tasting your very arousal. He let out a groan, the vibrations making your back arch and a shameful moan to slip from your lips. You were glad the creepy Halloween music was too loud to hear anything.

You slapped your free hand to your mouth, earning a deep chuckle from him as his eyes flicker up to you. He leans back, licking his lips with a soft inaudible murmur. He stares for a few moments, admiring the meal in front of him before his thumb slowly circles your clit.

A frustrated grunt leaves your lips, “please…hurry up, I beg I can’t-“ your pleas have him twitching in his pants as he stares up at you, his index finger now starting to slowly circle your entrance as he licks his lips. He too has had enough of this torture, caving into your words and not able to hold back. He didn’t waste any time In grabbing your arm and turning you, this time releasing his achingly hard erection. He taps his tip against your ass, stroking himself to the sight of you - but he stops. He was already getting too excited.

He grabs your hips, noting how his fingers dig into the flesh and leave marks before he lines himself up against your hole, gently nudging himself in, teasing you, also noting how tight you were. How was he going to fit? He lets out a shaky sigh by your ear, slowly penetrating you and pushing his hips forward. Your jaw dropped, had he grown like two fucking inches? Why did he feel so girthy today? Your cheek pressed up against the wall, his parted lips pressed against your temple as strained sighs fall from his mouth.

He was fully inside of you now, pulsing and clearly holding back his primal desire to fuck you so roughly against this wall. He had to refrain, pulling his hips back slowly before pushing forward again, breaking your barriers and loosening you out a little to fit him. You could feel each individual vein, how his tip caressed your inner walls. It was becoming easier to thrust now, your arousal acting as a lube as his nails dig into your hips even harder. He sounded like he was really struggling, like a wild animal that was forcing himself to hold back.

His hand moved up your spine until it reached your hair, gently brushing it to the other side of your shoulder so his lips could press freely against your neck to muffle any sounds that he released: which was a lot. He was strangely vocal today. He slowly picked up his pace, putting all his passion and effort into stretching your hole and fully feeling you out. He took his time, leaning away from your neck just to seethe out a soft groan, admiring how with each slow thrust your ass rippled against his crotch.

He could do this all fucking day. Your moans were music to his ears, how he was ruining you right now in a public place, how his movements made you squirm and sweat. You were a masterpiece, and as time went on, his patience withered. It was so small now that he was ploughing into you, so much you could hear the faint slapping noises of flesh hitting flesh, one of his hands cupping your mouth to silence you, the other grabbing your hair to arch your back as he plummeted into you again and again.

It felt like heaven, each moan proving how well he hit your g-spots and fully pumped all of his passion and lust into you. You couldn’t hold back, your eyes were squeezed shut and your legs were trembling from the impact of his thrusts, and eventually you couldn’t help but buckle and let your orgasm crush through your body. It took him so much effort not to speak to you, not to reveal his voice, but his grunts and soft groans couldn’t be held back. Not when such a perfect girl was in front of him half-naked. It wasn’t long after before he pressed his crotch up firmly against your ass, giving you one last harsh thrust and not being able to help but spurt out his seed inside of you, coating your inner walls in thick layers of his cum as he bit into your shoulder, not regretting a single thing.

You both stay there for a moment, panting out like wild animals and letting your orgasm ride out. He cleared his throat, “birth control?” He asked. You nodded, furrowing your brows before he stepped back and started to hastily button himself back up. He tidied up, helping you become a lot neater before you shared a long look at each other.

“I’ll see you out there then…okay?” You breathed out, legs still weak. He nodded, watching as you tried your best to look like you hadn’t just been fucked so roughly before disappearing around the corner.

You eventually left the maze, feeling overly embarrassed when Gaz, soap, price and….your boyfriend were all chatting by the front. Your fucking boyfriend, wearing a completely different outfit to what you’d just seen him in. You turned around to see if the same ‘boyfriend’ was behind you, your heart sinking as you rushed up to him. You grabbed his shoulders, ignoring the questions from the other three about how you went missing.

“Did you go in the maze?!” You asked frantically.

He frowned at you, “No I waited here…why?”

Your face went pale, and when you turned around that same fucker was staring at you before disappearing beyond the crowds.

Okay. This is my first time writing smut….or writing a ‘proper’ story overall lol. Don’t judge me, I know it isn’t Halloween but the idea popped into my head. 🤭

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