Whyschlp - Juu

synopsis: abby finds you trying on your halloween costume and wants a private show.

warnings. 18+ (mdni); perv!abby, sub!reader x dom!abby, teasing, kn!fe play, fingering, grinding, guided masturbation, strap receiving/sucking, mirror play, squ!rting, and spanking.

an: its fall-time and i am excited for halloween so lets goooo. also, anyone else love ghostface, just me okay.

wc: 1.1k

PART TWO

It was October 30th and you were still figuring out what you should wear to the costume competition tomorrow. This was different for you, you had actually decided to show your body more, shorter skirt, tighter bra, darker makeup, the works. You had been in your room posing in the mirror adjusting your fairy costume. You open your camera and snap a few pics, bending over, showing your thong, and seeing what the view would possibly be.

A text from an unknown number comes up on your screen.

I like your top.

You noticed the photo attached is a view of your ass peaking out the skirt.

You peer over your shoulder, out your bedroom window, startled by the text. You sit on the edge of your bed, taken aback by the timing of the random message.

Wrong number, you reply.

Green corset?

Your heart drops as you move to walk to close your blinds.

I can still see you baby.

You notice your closet door opened slightly, which was normal, right? You had been rummaging through your clothes all night, making up safer outfits. But that was earlier, you hadn’t been in your room since then. You feel a beat in your lower stomach as you realize you may not be alone.

You hear the floorboards creak as you accept that you’ve become helpless. In the mirror you see the white and black mask creep from the closet, startling you with a knife in their dominant hand. It shimmered under the dim light of the candles coasted across your room.

“That’s pretty.” They said.

You couldn't help but notice the strong physique of the masked killer. Rock-like biceps stretching out a black t-shirt, defined calves forced into black jeans, and most importantly large, bruised hands.

They circle over to you and flaunt their knife in your face. Although the threat of death was prevalent, you squeezed your thighs together at the sight of their veiny hands wrapped around the grip. Your clit grew as the knife came close into view.

“You like this?” You say calmly.

They nod, lifting their mask to show you their wet lips, then planting a kiss on yours. You noticed the deep jawline and blonde hair peeking from under the mask. She gets on the bed behind you swiftly, then drags the knife slowly up the innermost sensitive part of your arm. You tingled with frightened desire.

“Take it off.” She demanded.

“This?”

You reached for the back of the corset top, unstringing each lace delicately. You hear her panting irregularly at the simple sight of your back. You move slowly which makes her panting deeper, impatient, and sultry. The bedazzled top dropped to the floor and she automatically dropped the knife to pull you onto her lap. She places her thigh in between yours and finds your sweetness, you sigh at the relief of finally having someone other than yourself touching your clit. She brings her hands up to your breasts. As she palms your nipples in the mirror and tugs them roughly between her fingertips, you groan in pain.

“Shut up.”

You bite your lip to stifle the pain you feel. She pulls them further than you could imagine, which makes you buzz as you grind up and down her thigh desperately. She dips her fingertips into your throat, gagging you more than you’d like to admit, leaving spit dripping down your chin. She brought her wet fingers to your erect nipples and rubbed in circles quite gently. You toss your head back onto her chest as she flicks them with her fingertips. She pushes you off her chest, onto the ground, with your ass exposed in your short skirt.

“You were gonna wear this out?” She asked laying a hard smack across your ass.

You wince and nod slowly as she trailed her knife against your spine. You gasped as you felt a slight pinch, wondering if she was drawing blood. She reaches towards your white thong and snaps it into two with the end of the knife. She pinches the back of your neck with her hand and draws your head back.

“I don’t know why you thought that was a good idea. What pervs are you trying to attract?”

“The ones like you.” You reply.

She tosses you back on all fours at your snarky comment.

She picks up your mangled panties and goes sit at the head of your bed. She crosses her legs with her heavy boots shaking dirt all over your clean duvet. You don’t dare react, you stay still in the position you left her until you notice she’s waiting for something. You peer at her in the mirror, tussling your soaked panties in her hand. You sit in front of your mirror with her sight still trapped heavily over you. You spread your legs wide open and perk your breasts up, waiting for her commands.

“Go ‘head, suck those fingers.” She demands.

You bring your fingertips into your mouth with no hesitation and slide your tongue in between the two, the view alone makes her spread her own legs. You push your pussy downwards on the floor, attempting to reach some connection with your clit. You grind harder as you gag on your fingertips, eyes watering, face blushing, and spit coasting your bottom lip.

“Touch those nipples for me,” she demands.

You pull your fingers out of your mouth and to your left nipple, which was pulsing already, you circled your areola and pulled on your peak, which made a moan slip out of your mouth. You move to your right, the most sensitive one, and flick it just the way you liked it when you were alone. Her hand unbuckles her black pants to reveal a dark purple strap. Her thick hands ran up the length of it, and you breathed deeply wanting to feel it inside you.

“Oh, you see something you want?” She said mischievously.

You couldn’t even speak so you just nodded.

“Then show me how you want me to fuck you.”

You didn’t hesitate to send two fingers inside your wet hole, they slid right in with no friction. You curled them inside, pounding your pussy, placing your palm against your clit. You grind and massage your clit at the same time, causing you to sweat ferociously imagining her six-inch strap inside you.

“What should I call you baby?” You groan.

“Abby.” She couldn’t resist at revealing herself, to know that she’s taking you over the edge.

“Abby? You like how I’m fucking myself for you?”

“I do.” Her hands reach under her shirt, feeling for her nipples.

You continue to make eye contact with her, wherever her eyes had been behind that mask, and spurt out wetness onto the mirror. She couldn’t help but keep her eyes on your fingers hugging your pussy so generously. Before you come over the edge you turn towards the edge of the bed and sit upright. You bounce on your two fingers, like you were taking her strap, and making your ass jump for her. She muttered something under her breath but you couldn’t quite make out what she said as you went dumb for her. She crawled towards the edge of the bed and stuck the strap in your mouth. The warmth coaxed your tongue as she pushed the back of your head deeper into her core. You look up with your wet eyes to see her watching your ass shake in the mirror. She moaned as the friction of the strap pressed against her perky clit.

You so badly wanted to kiss her after she removed her strap from your cheeks. You look up to her with desperation, ready to be fucked.

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whyschlp

4 months ago

worst days of my life tbh