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The popcorn on his lap was warm and the movie on the screen was blaring throughout the living room, but Soobin didn’t pay it no mind. It was Halloween night, and Soobin didn’t want to go out. He didn’t want any reminders of how much of a sexless loser he was on the only night that it would be impossible not to get laid. His friends decided to go out, sending him videos every few minutes, telling him how much they wish he were with them. Unfortunately for them, the last thing Soobin wanted was to be continuously cucked by his three best friends that can’t stop fucking each other. Yeonjun would beg to differ, but Taehyun and Beomgyu are aware of their bullshit.
Soobin was kind of jealous. He wanted someone he could fuck, but all he was stuck with was the vast amount of fleshlights and dildos he had collected over time. Taehyun has offered before, knowing that the elder preferred a more...rough approach. But Soobin quickly declined, refusing to go through another situation with anyone else in this friend group. He’d rather keep fucking himself to various ASMR porn videos before succumbing to that demon again.
As the movie drones on and on, something about some weirdo plaguing kids dreams to kill them, Soobin’s cell buzzes beside him. He thinks that it’s Yeonjun again, as the elder repeatedly has been drunkenly calling him to ask him random question, only for him to randomly hung up on. Without looking at the phone, he answers, voice bored and tired of his older friend’s shit.
“No, hyung, Beomgyu and I have not hooked up since freshman year in college.”
“Oh? That’s a way to open a conversation.”
Soobin stops, before pulling the phone away from his ear to look at the screen. The name on the screen is displayed as unknown and the voice coming from his speaker sounded nothing like Yeonjun. The voice was sort of soft, yet deep. The way the person talked was so smooth and coy.
“I’m sorry, I thought you were a friend of mine.” Soobin says back.
“No need to apologize, I’m more curious now than anything.” The voice says back. “But maybe we can get back to that later. I have a question for you.”
Soobin felt a little suspicious, but he doesn’t move to hang up phone.
“Okay...ask away then, stranger.”
“What’s your favorite scary movie?”
Soobin snorts audibly, rolling his eyes as if the stranger on the phone could see him. He pops another piece of popcorn in his mouth before answering.
“I’m not really a big scary movie person, unfortunately.” Soobin admits dryly. “Besides, what type of question is that?”
He hears the other person on the phone sputter, trying to come up with a different conversation point.
“Well, it’s just-I was just curious. It is Halloween.” The man explains. Soobin just hums in disinterest, popping another piece of popcorn into his mouth.
“Halloween is just another holiday that people get to go out, get fucked up, and get fucked.”
He listens to the person on the other breath heavily into the phone, possibly stumped at Soobin’s blunt nature. He then hears the other sigh, probably getting ready to hang and finally leave Soobin alone. Soobin smiles to himself, thinking he won. That is until he hears the other person tone switch to something dark and ominous.
“I think I went about this wrong.” The man says exasperated “Soobin-ah, is this conversation boring to you?”
Soobin frowns, completely thrown off by the sudden call of his name. He opens his mouth to speak but he’s cut off by the man before he could/
“I can make it more interesting for you. Wanna know how?” The person asks sultrily. “I’m watching you right now and I’m thinking of how pretty you’ll look in a pool of your own blood.”
Soobin eyes widen. He should be scared, he should hang up and call the police on the person, but he’s not. Instead, he feels himself flush, skin burning at the possibility of this stranger watching him with the intent to hurt him. He could feel something stirring in his stomach, and in his shorts. Soobin then lets out a blissful sigh before saying something that completely changes the caller’s tone.
“That’s so fucking hot.”
The man on the other side of the phone is dead silent while Soobin is busy fanning himself. He thinks the other person had hung up, that he scared him away with his perversion but then he speaks up again.
“What?” The other voice is meek and confused. That only makes Soobin’s heart stir even more, the nervous tone of the other only made him want to fluster him more.
“You’re watching me, right? Tell me, do I look vulnerable? Do I look like an easy target?” Soobin asks breathily. “How would you make me bleed?”
He’s not sure if the person was still watching him or not, but he still makes a show of trying to get comfortable on his couch. Spreading his legs, stretching enough to show off the skin of his stomach, adding a little moan for effect.
He could hear the other person breath shakily on the other end as he whispers a small ‘what the fuck.’ Soobin feels a rush of adrenaline and greed course through him, wanting to hear the other panic more.
“You still there, stranger?” Soobin asks coyly.
“Yeah. I’m still here.” Soobin smiles at the stiff robotic tone from the other, deciding that he wants to take this a bit further.
“You wanna see me up close? Or are you too scared to face your prey?”
The line is silent again, and just as Soobin smiles in victory he feels a blade being shakily pressed against neck from behind. Soobin doesn’t startle but looks behind himself. He’s met with black fabric clouding his vision until he decides to look up. Soobin then breaks out into a full smile as he looks at the appearance of the well-known movie villain.
He sort of found the situation funny. Someone cosplaying as Ghostface, calling him with the intentions to scare him, and break into his house. He must give this person credit; he’s playing the part well. Clumsy, sure, but very dedicated. Soobin thinks he could have fun with this.
“You’re clumsier than the fanfictions make you seem.” He taunts as he puts his phone down. “Though I do have to give you credit. I had no idea that you were in my house.”
The masked killer says nothing, continuing to breath heavily under his white mask. Soobin just looks at him, waiting on him to say something— anything that he could retort to. Soon enough, he gets impatient with the serial killer’s hesitation.
“Did you come all this way to waste my time?” Soobin grabs onto the killers gloved hand, pressing the knife closer to his neck. “Cut me, make me bleed as much as you want.”
“I can’t,” the masked man whispers. “Not when you’re this eager.”
Soobin breaks out into a laugh, loud and maniacal as he pushes the knife away. He stands up, cursing the couch in front of him for creating a boundary between him and the killer. The masked man was buff beneath his cloak, slightly shorter than him, and a demeanor that makes him seem like he’s cosplaying as the killer.
“Shouldn’t you want someone that’s eager to be hurt? It makes it easier for you to kill me, right?” Soobin knows he’s on thin ice, taunting someone with a weapon in their hand, but he couldn’t help it! The killer seemed weak and scared of someone who wouldn’t cower at his mere presence. He wanted to keep taunting him, to keep bullying him, just see how much it takes for him to break.
“Does it turn you off that I’m this willing?”
When the masked man doesn’t answer, Soobin saunters toward the other, rounding the couch slowly in an attempt to come off seductive. He thinks it works because he hears the killer's breath hitch as he approaches him. Without breaking eye contact, he falls to his knees with an expression feigning innocence.
“Do you want me to beg for my life?” Soobin questions. “Please, Mr. Ghostface, not me! I’m too pretty to die!”
The mocking plea makes the killer let out a loud curse as grabs a hold of Soobin’s hair tightly. The other hisses in pain but does nothing to fight against the grip. The killer drops the knife from his other hand to ruffle up his cloak to his waist, allowing Soobin to see it.
Hard and heavy in his black sweats, the color doing nothing to hide the outline of his way over-average sized cock from Soobin’s wandering eyes. If he wasn’t being held so tightly by his scalp, he would’ve tried getting his mouth on it right away. Instead, Soobin just fixes his gaze on the killers masked face, eyes low and salacious trying to tempt him.
When the killer shows no signs of moving, Soobin takes it upon himself to get his fingers hooked onto the waistband of his pants. He tugs the sweats down, revealing a sliver of the killer's pale skin and dark pubic hair. He could see the killer's chest rising and falling quickly, as if he was anticipating Soobin fully exposing his lower half. Not wanting to disappoint, Soobin strips the man’s lower half, dropping the sweats to his ankles and revealing the prettiest dick Soobin had ever seen.
Which isn’t much, but the sentiment is still there.
Flushed red at the tip with precum beading from his slit, girthy, and long enough to reach Soobin’s belly button. It was like he was looking at a page out one of his manhwas. Unfortunately for the killer, Soobin wasn’t about to let him get the satisfaction of his approval.
“How disappointing.” Soobin says “You expected me to be impressed with that? Just pathe—“
Before Soobin is able to say anything else, his nose is being pinched, and his mouth is being filled with as much as the killer could fit. Soobin puts his hands on the man’s thighs, trying to push him away, but the man was so much stronger. He’s sure the act of him resisting was turning the killer on more.
Perfect.
The sounds of Soobin’s gargles and resistance could be heard throughout the house. The killer paid it no mind, thrusting his hips at a brisk pace, grunting each time his dick hits the back of Soobin’s throat. Drool was going down the sides of Soobin’s mouth to his chin, his vision was blurring with tears, and his chest was staring to burn at not being able to breath.
He hears the man laugh humorlessly above him, gripping his hair tighter as he continues to brutalize his throat
“Should I keep going? Should I make you pass out like this, Soobin-ah?” The man’s voice was raspy and distant to Soobin’s ears. He was beginning to feel weak in his arms and his mind felt fuzzy. He could feel himself slowly floating away from the lack of oxygen and it felt like bliss. Soobin suddenly feels his mouth being freed and a hard slap against his cheek.
“You couldn’t hold out a little longer? How disappointing.”
Soobin felt dazed, hearing his words being thrown back him was humiliating, Yet, Soobin wanted more of the killer's degradation, more of his aggression, just more. He lets out a wet cough as he tries to steady his breathing, looking up at the killer with blown out pupils.
“All of that talking earlier had me thinking you were ready for me.” The killer grabs his cock with his free hand, tapping it against Soobin’s face. “How are you going to handle me when I finally make you bleed?”
From Soobin’s point of view, the killer looked like a picture-perfect scene from a porno. Held tilted to the said cockily, slowly jerking his cock in front of Soobin’s face, the cloak tucked under his arm. It was like he walked straight out of Soobin’s perverted fantasies.
Still, he wasn’t going to lose this easily.
He brings a hand up to wrap around the length before licking against the vein protruding from the man’s cock. He then pulls away briefly before speaking with a mocking tone.
“I just needed a second to breathe. Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”
With that, he opens his mouth wide, letting his tongue fall on top of his lower lip. The killer takes the invitation and shoves his dick back into Soobin’s mouth, continuing his brutal pace. Soobin can hear himself gagging around it, the sounds coming from himself only making him wish he had taken off his shorts before kneeling. He was so hard that it hurt, each time he moved his cock dragged against his underwear in the most torturous way. It was practically edging him, bringing him so close to climax without it being touched.
Lost in thought, he doesn’t notice the killers hand moving to the back of his head. Without warning, his head is being shoved into the killer's pubic area, shoving the man’s cock down further than it had gone before. Soobin gags a little bit, swallowing around it as best as he could as he’s held there. He coughs wetly, saliva bubbles forming around the base and dripping down Soobin’s chin and the killer's balls.
He feels the man twitch in his mouth, precum spilling into Soobin’s throat drip by drip. When he’s finally yanked back and freed from the suffocating sensation, he coughs hard. The killer finally lets go of his hair, letting him fall lax against the hardwood floor. Soobin looks up at him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he struggles to breathe again.
“Good job, Soobin. You held out a little longer.” The killers provoked “Though, I’m a little sad you didn’t black out this time. You looked real pretty when your eyes rolled back.”
The killer then steps out of his sweats and strips himself completely of his cloak but leaving his gloves and mask on. If Soobin hadn’t been smitten by the masked man before then holy shit was he completely gone now.
The man was buff, tits perky and sized well, hips plump, slight tummy, and moles decorating every surface of his skin in the right spots. Soobin hates that he can’t see the man’s face, he knows that the fucker has the face of a fucking god.
“Getting a little ahead of yourself there, aren’t you ghostie?”
Soobin’s voice was raspy, and his throat was raw, but he can’t help himself. He’s hooked on the way the man treats him and now he can’t stop himself from mocking the man at every turn. The man ignores the jab, deciding to lazily point at the knife on the ground.
“Pick up my knife.”
Soobin reaches toward the blade immediately, eager to obey the man. He stops in his tracks when the man speaks up again.
“Not like that.”
Soobin frowns, not understanding what the man meant. He stares up at him until his face morphs from confusion to realization. He scoffs, before looking down at the knife once more, contemplating his next move. The fact that he wanted Soobin to do something as degrading and dehumanizing as that should’ve made Soobin mad. Yet, Soobin stays silent, steadying himself on the palms of his hands as he crawls toward the knife. He feels the killer's eyes following his movements as he stops in front of the knife. He gives a quick look up to the masked man before bending down and biting down onto the base of the knife before securing it between his teeth. He comes up, knife between his teeth and face flushed with arousal. He crawls toward the killer who’s just staring down at him holding his hand out as he waits patiently for the other to give him the weapon.
“What a good boy.” The killer says as Soobin approaches him. “I didn’t even have to give you instructions.”
Soobin drops the knife into the killer's hand, eyes dark and low as he watched the killer inspect his weapon. His knees hurt from being on the ground for so long, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Instead, he found himself more worried about if the killer would even fuck him. He was beginning to become impatient, tired of waiting for the killer to finally make his move and ruin his insides. In which way, Soobin doesn’t know, nor does he care, he just wants the masked man to do something.
“Where do you want me to fuck you, Soobin-ah?” The killer asks. “Better yet, should I even fuck you at all?” Soobin takes the taunting to heart, decided to sneer up the killer, sick of his bullshit.
“Should you? With the way you keep talking, it seems like your scared.” Soobin snaps back. The killer seems unphased, but Soobin decides to keep going. “Scared that I’ll fuck you too good?”
The killer lets out a small laugh, clearly entertained.
“You’re cute when you’re needy.”
That shuts Soobin up immediately, leaving him with a dropped jaw and embarrassment gracing his features. The killer then brings the knife up to Soobin’s face, tapping the blade on his cheek gently before speaking up again.
“Take me to your room Soobin-ah.”
The other easily obeys, standing up on wobbling knees before briskly walking past the masked man. He can hear the man behind him, footsteps heavy as he matches Soobin’s pace. They walk down the hallway to Soobin’s room and Soobin couldn’t help but to be a little embarrassed at the appearance of the living space. Various anime posters were scattered across the walls, figurines neatly placed on shelves, albums of his favorite kpop group on his dresser and desk, all signs pointing to the fact that Soobin is a loser. The worst part about it was his toys being on full display.
He doesn’t invite people into his room often, so he had no issues with lining up his various plugs, vibrators, and dildos along his shelved wall.
The killer seems to pay it no mind because as soon as Soobin is through the door, he’s roughly pushed onto the bed. He falls face first into the mattress as the killer hums behind him.
“Cute room. Cleaner than I expected though.” He says mockingly.
Soobin adjusts himself to be seated in the middle of his bed. He turns to see the killer staring back at him, twirling the knife in his hand. He walks toward Soobin, eyeing the way Soobin’s legs were held tightly together. Once he reaches the foot of the bed, reaches out and grabs Soobin’s ankle. Soobin twitches at the feeling of the glove on his bare skin, biting his lip to stop himself from saying something embarrassing.
The killer pulls him by the ankle roughly, dragging Soobin across the bed as he forces the other on his back. Soobin yelps at the sudden movement, surprise evident in his features. His breath then gets caught in his throat as the killer places the tip of his knife in the middle of his chest, the touch is feathering light but threatening. A shuddering breath leaves Soobin as the killer slowly drags the knife down, slow and teasingly as he watches Soobin’s chest rise and fall quickly.
The sharpness of the blade scratches against Soobin’s chest and leaves him quivering in fear. What if he presses down harder? What if he cuts him open right there on his bed?
He feels his cock jump in boxers at the thought.
“You must really like this, huh?” The killer asks in amusement. Soobin just nods in response, moan softly when the killer presses the blade down ever so slightly right above his belly button. The knife stops right above the hem of his underwear, as if the man was contemplating cutting the fabric off him.
“I should buy you panties, that’ll be more fun to rip off your body.” The man says dreamily. “This’ll do for now.”
In one swift movement, the knife pierces through Soobin’s underwear and rips through it with no resistance. Soobin feels the fabric snap at the waistband and reveal his pelvic area to the killer. Soobin gasps as his skin is exposed to the man, pelvic area pale and bare as his cock sits stiff in the remaining bit of fabric. The knife back on his skin, right on his exposed hip.
“I think I can do what I’ve been holding myself back from now.” The killer says. Suddenly Soobin feels the tip of the blade being pressed against his skin harder than before. The moment the knife pierces his skin, Soobin lets out a loud shout, the pain shooting up through his waist instantaneously. He can feel the killer dragging the knife downward, creating a line on his pale hip.
“Wait--ah!” Soobin moans. His eyes watered with tears as the knife kept slowly dragging. He swallowed down the lump in his throat before the knife is lifted off him. He could feel blood beading at the wounded area. The sting of the cut still riddled his body stiff. Yet, instead of begging the killer to stop, he begs for more.
“More, please. I need more.” He moans breathlessly; voice ragged from the effort he’s taking to hold back his tears. The killer laughs at his pleas, tapping the knife next to the wounded area.
“Don’t worry, Soobin. I’m not done with you yet.”
The knife pierces his skin again, this time causing Soobin to moan out. The pain became euphoric to him. The drag against his skin, the sting of the wound, the blood pooling at his hip. It all felt too good, too addicting.
He felt so close to cumming without even being touched.
The knife lifted once more, much to Soobin's displeasure. He whines at the loss of sensation as the man laughs at him.
“Would you rather me cut you than fuck you?” The killer asks still amused.
The knife is then placed to the side as the man grabs ahold of the tattered underwear before stripping off Soobin’s lower half. Soobin hisses the breeze brushing against his skin gently as his dick slaps against his stomach. He feels the killer’s gloved hand wrap around the base immediately. The man whistles as he slowly strokes Soobin loosely.
“So big, yet so useless. Bet you never fucked anyone with this.” The killer drops it back against his stomach. “Sad.”
The killer briefly walks away, looking for something on Soobin’s computer desk. Soobin is too dazed to care about him rummaging around the desk drawers. The killer soon comes back with a bottle of lube in his hand and something rectangular accompanying it. The items drop onto the bed before the man removes his gloves, revealing the prettiest fingers Soobin’s ever seen.
Fuck, even his fingers were pretty. They were long and manicured. Soobin couldn’t wait for them to be shoved inside him.
“How do you want me, baby?’ He asks coyly. The pet name shocks something into Soobin as he lifts his legs up to his chest, exposing his hole to the man. He hears the man curse as he uncaps the bottle of lube, coating his fingers generously. Soobin watches him as he moves toward his hole, fingers coating the rim with the warmed lube. Soobin moans at the touch, moving his hips against the man's finger’s, urging him to insert them.
The man’s index finger breaches the tight rim, finding its way deep in Soobin’s hole. The other moans loud, back arching off the bed at the feeling of something finally being inside of him. The man slowly drags his finger in and out of Soobin, doing his best to be gentle while loosening Soobin up.
Soon after, he inserts a second finger, then a third, each development making Soobin lose his mind increasingly. His moans were loud and desperate as he’s being scissored open. His hips hurt from grinding down on his fingers, the open wound still leaking blood from his hip to the bed, probably staining his blanket.
“Look at you.” The killer quips “You were so loud and bold earlier. Now you're falling apart so prettily against my fingers.” He thrusts his fingers into a particular spot that makes Soobin shout as his eyes roll back.
“You--ah! You talk t-too much.” Soobin says, no fight left in his tone. The killer just laughs before slipping his fingers out and spreading the remaining lube on his cock. He begins to jerk himself off before aiming his tip at Soobin’s hole.
“Beg for it, Soobin.” The killer says. “Beg for me to fuck you.”
Soobin breaths heavily, cutting his eyes at the killer meanly. Regardless of his attitude, he still obeys.
“Please, Mr. Ghostface, ruin my insides.” Soobin moans dramatically. “Wanna see you inside of me—Fuck!”
Soobin's pleas are cut off as the man inserts himself roughly, hips flush against Soobin’s ass. He was so deep, grazing across all of Soobin’s walls and prostate easily. Soobin couldn’t help to clench down on the large length.
“Shit, you're tight, Bin-ah.” The killer chokes out. “Squeezing around me so good.”
Soobin whines in response, cock dribbling precum against his stomach. Curious, looks down to see if his suspicions were correct only to curse loudly.
He was right, he could see the man’s dick from inside of his stomach.
Soobin let’s out a loud sob, too turned on to be coherent anymore. The man was just so big and overwhelming, how could Soobin stay focused? When the man finally drags his cock out to thrust back in his as rough, Soobin’s loses all sense of being.
“Please, please keep fucking me, I can’t anymore just please— “
His babbled pleas are turned into loud moans as the man grabs ahold of his legs and begins pounding into him. The sound of his hips slamming against Soobin’s ass ricochet throughout the room. Behind Soobin’s moans, he could hear the man moaning softly behind his mask, pace never faltering no matter how much Soobin clenched down on him.
“Pretty.” The man says breathlessly. “You look so fucking pretty like this.”
He pauses his thrusting to reach beside Soobin, picking up the rectangular object he had earlier. Soobin’s eyes widen when he realizes that it was a camera. It looked like an older digital camera, plain black and small in the other man’s hand.
The killer places one hand on Soobin’s thigh, steadying himself before thrusting into Soobin at a new angle. Soobin screamed as he feels the man fucking directly into his prostate repeatedly. Drool began pooling in his mouth and spill over his red bitten lips as he tries to collect himself enough to watch the man. He sees the camera flash repeatedly from above and finds himself unable to say anything about it. The only thing that left his mouth were repeated phrases of ‘please’ and ‘ngh, ah!’.
“Say hi to the camera, baby.” He hears the man say. Soobin looks directly into the lens briefly before throwing his head back in pleasure, unable to speak.
The man briefly puts down the camera before pulling himself out again.
“Get on your hands and knees, Soobin.” The man instructs. Soobin obeys quickly, presenting himself to the man behind him. His back arched perfectly as he laid his head on the nearest pillow. He hears the man curse behind him before he feels a firm slap against his ass, causing him to jump.
“Fuck, that’s soft.” Another slap. “Such a shame nobody else has been fucking you.” Another.
“But that’s why I’m here, right baby? Because you were so desperate that you let a complete stranger come cut and fuck you.” Another slap.
Soobin moans and jolts with each one, drooling onto his bed at the stinging pain and degradation from the man. He hears the camera click behind him multiple times before feeing the man insert himself again. He moans against the bed, gripping tight at the blanket as the man continues his brutal attack on his hole.
Suddenly, he feels the sweet drag of the blade once more on his low back.
“Fuck yes!” Soobin slurs as the blade dug into his skin, staining the pretty, pale skin red. With the man fucking into him and cutting him up at the same time, Soobin could feel himself getting closer to climax. His body is falling apart under the fingers of this stranger and Soobin fucking loved it.
He could feel something being carved into his skin, like the man was taking his time to make it look perfect.
“I-I’m cl-” Soobin tries to get out, only to be cut of by the man.
“Close already? Is this all you can give me?” The killer laughs. “That’s okay, baby. You can be done but I’m not stopping until I’m done.”
Soobin moans at the statement, his hips moving back against the man’s thrust. The man tosses the knife aside once more before using the camera once more. Flashes go off behind Soobin as he sheds tears in pleasure and humiliation.
“Cumming, I’m cumming!”
Is all Soobin can get out before his cock is spurting white all over the blanket beneath him. The man was milking him dry and Soobin loved every second of it. He continued his rough fucking into Soobin’s hole, pace never faltering even after Soobin finally came. Soobin could feel the pain overstimulation shadowing over him, but he doesn’t push him away. He just takes and takes, the pain doing nothing but adding to his pleasure.
Soobin is a babbling mess beneath the man, moans loud and broken as he continuously fucked. He suddenly feels himself being pulled up by his hair, the tight grip back on his scalp in a way that he loved.
“Say ‘cheese’ Bin-ah!” The killer says gleefully into his ear.
Blissed out of his mind, Soobin puts up a shaky peace sign, moaning as the camera flashes repeatedly in his face. Tears and drool reflecting against the light. The killer then tosses the camera aside, before wrapping an arm around Soobin’s waist and fucking into him deeper than Soobin ever thought he could be.
Soobin feels something building up in his gut, but he couldn’t tell what it was.
“Where do you want me to come, Soobin? Should breed you? Should I fill you up and leave you here like the dirty bitch you are?”
The insult makes Soobin’s mind blank. Whatever pressure that was building in his stomach had been released, wetting the bed beneath him as the man continued to thrust inside of him. Soobin lets out a loud scream like sob, hips twitching as the liquid continued spoiling out of him. The man behind him grunts out a loud ‘fuck’ before plunging himself deep inside Soobin, releasing his seed inside of him. The throbbing did nothing to calm Soobin down, leaving him a muttering and drooling mess beneath him. When the man finally slides out of Soobin, the other collapses again the bed, body exhausted beyond relief. He feels himself being turned onto his back, camera flashing consistently once more before it finally stops. Soobin’s lays there with his eyes closed, breathing heavily as he twitches with the aftershocks of his pleasure.
He hears something drop next to him and the bed creak. Seconds later feels his body being cleaned off and something being stuck to various parts of his body. Between fading in and out of consciousness, he feels a kiss being pressed gently against his lips before he finally passes out.
He wakes up some hours later; the sun still isn’t out so he knows its somewhere in the middle of the night. He sits up, body sore and clothed. He hisses out in pain as he gets up to go the bathroom. He pulls down his pants to take a piss and notices a large bandage on his waist. He frowns in confusion, wondering what could be under it. He flushes the toilet and stands in front of the full body mirror in his bathroom only to be greeted by a note.
‘I had a good time with you, Bin-ah ♡ I’ll be seeing you soon. Love, K’
Memories of hours earlier begin plaguing Soobin’s mind. The Ghostface, the sex, the knife. With shaky hands, he begins peeling at the bandage, hissing as the adhesive unsticks itself from his skin. When the bandage is off his hip, he sees a healing ‘K’ carved into his skin. He turns around, struggling to look at his lower back. He spots another bandage.
He swallows, hoping that whatever he put on his back would help with figuring out who the mystery man was.
He peels the bigger bandage off slowly, gritting his teeth while he does so. When the bandage comes off, his eyes widen at what was carved into his skin.
‘Kai’
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“How was he, Kai-yah?” Beomgyu asks lazily from Yeonjun’s lap. Kai just smiles tossing his bookbag to the side as he walks through his and Taehyun’s living room dopily.
“Really good, Hyung.” He says shyly. “It was a lot at first, but I got through it.”
He finds himself on the couch next to the couple as Taehyun walks into the area. Taehyun ruffles his messy, white hair as he walks by.
“I told you! I knew you would like it. I’m sure Soobin-hyung loved it.”
“Of course he did, Gyu-yah. Bin’s too much of perv for us to think otherwise.” Yeonjun retorts with a shake of his head.
Taehyun just sits beside Kai, with wide eyes. “Can we see the photos?”
Kai claps in recognition before bolting over to his bookbag to grab the digital camera. When the others came to him with the idea to get their friend laid, he wasn’t very sure of doing it. It went completely against who Kai was as a person.
But then Taehyun called him out for his bullshit.
‘You may not know Soobin-hyung that well, but we do. We also know you and how much of sadistic pervert you are. You can’t fool us, Hyuka. Now, go fuck our friend!’
So, that lead to them giving him a camera, a Ghostface costume, and a house key that belonged to their friend.
When he makes his way back to the couch, the others gather around him nosily. The camera turns on, and he goes through the gallery. Picture after picture, video after video, Kai’s night had been well documented. The three boys’ jaws drop as he show each picture giddily.
“You actually cut him?!” Beomgyu exclaimed loudly.
“He told me to. I wasn’t going to say no.” Kai responds meekly in response.
The group erupts in chaos, shocked at Kai’s calm attitude about everything that went down. That’s the thing, though. Kai isn’t calm at all.
He was jittery, excitement still fresh in his body as he goes through the pictures. His mind was still racing and dopamine filled as he thought of Soobin’s moans and screams as Kai did what he wanted to Soobin’s body. It made Kai want to do it again, but he wasn’t going to tell his friends that. That would ruin the fun of it all.
Besides, after Soobin takes off his bandages, he’s sure the elder will come looking for him soon, even though they don’t know each other. Call Kai conceited, but he knows he fucked him good enough to leave an impression.
He just wonders what will happen the next time he sees him again.