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folkloreguk · 4 years

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Colvers Castle (M)

A/N: This one’s for the bisexual horror-obsessed girls (me)!!! Jk anyone can read this, but I had the best time EVER writing this sdfgh also I was gonna post this around Halloween but I couldn’t wait any longer so here you go!!

genre: mystery / creepy? / smut (optional bias (male) x reader (female))

warnings: a little gore (describing (fake) wounds and costumes), unprotected sex, the reader might be a little risky, mentions of murder / suicide

summary: Two girls go to a Halloween party held at an old castle. What kind of creatures will they encounter, and will they ever be the same afterward?

words: ~5.6 k

“Oh my god!! You look so good!” you whisper-yelled towards your friend who was already sitting on the bench at the bus stop. Her blood red dress sparkled and although her red knee-high boots couldn’t have been too comfortable, they sure made her look incredible. On her head sat a pair of light-up horns and silver chains and chokers adorned her neck. She grinned widely upon laying eyes on you. At first, you had planned on wearing the same outfits, but then you had opted for dressing as polar opposites. Where her horns sat, a fluffy halo seemingly floated above your head. Your dress had a similar cut, but was a simple white, satin material and your necklace had a subtle golden heart pendant just between your collar bones.

“Where’s your trident?” you asked, taking a seat next to her.

“I figured it’s not too safe to dance with an item that could potentially poke out someone’s eye,” she said. “So I left it at home.”

“Fair enough,” you agreed, laughing. “Are you excited?”

“I’ve been freaking out since I got up this morning,” she said, waving her hands in the air dramatically. “A real castle? This has to be fun!”

The two of you were headed to the hottest Halloween party in your city. Usually, you weren’t the biggest fan of parties. But combined with dressing up and going to an old castle outside of the city, this party sounded like it was going to be the best night of the year.

“Finally, the bus is here,” you pointed out. When you stood in line to get on, you noticed how you and your friend weren’t going to be the only party-goers on the vehicle. But then again, there weren’t many bus lines that would bring you to the castle. You spotted a Michael Jackson boarding the bus a few people away from you, followed by a fake-blood-drenched clown. The sight only amped up your enthusiasm. Costumes had always been one of your favorite parts about Halloween. And judging by the scale of the party, you were going to have a lot to observe today. You squeezed past Dracula onto the seat next to your friend and off you went.

The ride to the castle took a while. You had to first ride through almost your whole city and then take a rather abandoned road through the countryside to the site of the party. But you got busy catching up with your friend who you hadn’t seen in a while and time passed quickly. You were in the middle of discussing which was the scariest film you had ever watched, when your eyes locked on a bright light in the otherwise dark scenery outside.

“We’re almost there!” you exclaimed, diverting your friend’s attention to the castle. You had been going through a forest, so when you suddenly exited the tree maze, the bright lit up stone walls of the castle came as an extra-pleasant surprise to you. Only a few minutes later, the voice on the bus announced the stop ‘Colvers Castle’ and soon you pulled up in front of it.

Weakly, you could remember visiting the castle with your school class when you had been a lot younger. You might had grown up since then, but nonetheless the cold, inured stone walls still impressed you. Hadn’t it been for the violet lights shining onto the side of the ancient building, the gaping gate in the battlement would have looked less than uninviting to you. Your friend squeezed your arm in happiness while you approached the entry. From somewhere, music was carried through the air and made you smile.

“Are we allowed to enter all of the castle?” you asked.

“No way! The well-preserved part and the museum will be closed off, I’m pretty sure the party is mainly focused on the inner courtyard,” your friend explained. “They wouldn’t let rowdy teenagers and drunk crazies riot inside such a precious castle.”

Just as she had finished her sentence, your eyes followed the stones in the walls up to where the purple light couldn’t reach. The turrets rose high, and the night was pitch dark. But you could have almost sworn there was a small light coming from the tiny window at the top of one of the turrets. Maybe some party guests had run off after all? There. This time there was no doubt in your mind. There was a man’s expressionless face in a window, looking out at the arriving guests.

“Hey, look up there!” you tugged your friend’s arm. Her eyes followed your finger, but when you looked at where the face had been, it was gone.

“What’s up there?” she asked. Just for a moment, you searched the rows of windows. Maybe you had accidentally lost it. But no matter where your eyes went, all you saw was darkness inside the castle. You mumbled a ‘nevermind’ to your friend and quickly wiped the thought off your brain. This was a Halloween party, and you were ready for it. Along with the familiar faces from the bus ride, the massive gate swallowed you up into the courtyard of the castle.

It was obvious that the major action of the party was going on here. The all-too well known ‘Thriller’ by Michael Jackson was playing from the speakers and you grinned at the young man dressed as the famous singer, who you had already seen on the bus, for a moment.

Party guests were yelling in excitement and singing along, all whilst dancing in a sea of people right in front of you. The main grass area had been transformed into a dance floor. Immediately, your friend pulled you along and into the crowd. In the blink of an eye, the buzz and energy from everyone around you sprung onto you as well, and before you knew it you were moving along to the music. Whoever had managed to throw this event really had an eye for choosing a great venue. Usually, there was something magical and peaceful about the castle. Tonight, however, dunked in red and purple lights and occupied by hundreds of young souls, it made for the perfect backdrop of a legendary Halloween party.

“Welcome to everyone who just got off the bus to join us!” a voice shouted through the speakers, just before the next song started. Your eyes scanned your surroundings. Quickly you had spotted the DJ stand, where a young woman and a man were providing the guests with music. They were wearing matching zombie makeup and outfits and the crowd cheered at their words, an infectious excitement that caught on to you right away.

Time moved differently on a dance floor. Bodies pushed against you, always keeping you moving along. The beat of the music seeped through your skin and into your muscles, almost as if it was your new energy source. It was hard for you to remember how many songs had played since you had arrived. Had it been fifteen minutes or an hour? You could barely hear over the volume intensity, but then again, you didn’t need to. There was no need to talk to your friend right now, who was moving to the rhythm with her hands in the air, grinning at you.

That’s when a figure in a pirate costume pushed themselves between you and her, apparently having taken a liking in your devil-friend. Lazily, she put her arms on the pirate’s shoulders, inviting him to dance with her. You weren’t upset, though. All you wanted was to have fun, and you wished her the same. A girl in a witch costume replaced your friend, and although you had never met her before, there was something about dancing together that made you feel closer to her than you felt to some people you saw every other day. Her hands were on your waist and you shared a moment with your faces close to each other. It was harmless flirting through gazes without either making another move, drawing a smile on your face.

But as soon as she had appeared, she was moving on to the next person. She granted you another toothy smile, like she didn’t have a care in the world, before turning to a vampire girl. You scanned your immediate proximity to check if your friend was anywhere in sight. When you spun around, you spotted the red fabric her dress was similar to, so you squeezed through a few people to get to her. But as you tapped her shoulder and she turned her head it wasn’t your friend. This girl had fake blood smeared across her cheek and looked nowhere like a devil.

Thinking you might have better luck with observing the crowd from an outward perspective, you wriggled yourself through bodies until you reached the edge of the dance area. To your left was a sign saying ‘game zone’. Intrigued, you entertained yourself for a minute by watching a boy dunk his head under water whilst bobbing for apples in a barrel. As soon as you would find your friend, you were planning on convincing her to take a shot at some games. But for now, you needed something to drink. Although you were outside, your cheeks still felt warm and your throat was a little dry from the cheering.

So you opted to walk the other way, pursuing the direction of the ‘bar’ sign. As soon as you had located a free seat, you strutted towards the chair. The bartenders were all wearing superheroes’ costumes and you admired the decorations, ranging from pumpkin heads and little ghosts to spider webs, they had put up.

“Can I get you anything?” cat woman asked you. She gave you a grin as she remembered your face. She had once gone to the same school as you. You quickly ordered before spinning around to get a good look at the dancing crowd. The bar was up on a slight hill, so you were seated at a higher level than the dancers. But the darkness made it challenging for you to accurately spot faces and combined with the way everyone was moving, you quickly gave up on your plan of finding your friend this way. Maybe if you waited a while, she would show up by the bar herself.

“Here’s your drink,” you heard a voice from behind you. When you turned your head, the bartender was placing a glass in front of the young woman next to you. She was dressed like a princess, but her face looked nothing like a fancy noble woman. Her eyes were blood shot and two single lines of blood ran down her white-powdered cheeks.

“I believe this is yours,” she said, sliding the drink over to you. “I didn’t order anything.”

“Thank you,” you said, checking the liquid. She was right. The bartender must have gotten you mixed up. “I like your hair, it’s beautifully done.”

She smiled at your compliment. Then she pushed your glass a little closer towards you and bent over to your ear. “Be careful of your drink. Men like to take advantage of women.”

“I won’t let it out of my sight, don’t worry,” you thanked her whilst smiling. Her expression had been dead serious, almost making you feel uneasy. But when she saw the way you smiled, her features softened. Her mouth that had tiny red lips drawn onto them curled into a beautiful, but kind of sad smile.

As you both turned to yourselves again, you decided to appreciate your favorite part about Halloween – the costumes – for a while. The classics were present: Vampires, killer clowns, zombies and the latest horror movie villains. A wildly dancing group of teenagers all disguised in robes from the Hogwarts -houses made you chuckle. And as always, there was a fair share of people who were wearing undefinable costumes that mainly consisted of random fake wounds or fake blood on their faces and clothing but didn’t impress you all that much. And lastly, there were the lazy ones, who settled for hiding their face behind a cheap mask, so they at least appeared to have made an effort.

For a moment, you dug for your phone and checked if your friend might have texted you. But there were no notifications. You quickly typed a text “where are u?” and let your phone disappear in your small bag. Whilst waiting if she would reply, you decided to take a trip to the toilets. As you walked there, you made more costume observations. To your left, next to the bar, a stone wall ran all the way around the courtyard. Party guests were using it as a seating accommodation, as it was a nice way to overlook the whole atmosphere. A realistic looking version of the nun from the Conjuring-movies sitting on the wall impressed you quite a bit. Next to her, a couple was seated. You couldn’t quite figure out what their outfits were supposed to portray, but they surely weren’t modern day clothes. You admired the makeup they had put on their necks. It looked as if they had slashed throats.

After you had arrived at the bathrooms and finished your business, you checked your texts one more time – but still nothing came from it. You were sure she was simply having too much fun to check her phone. As you walked down the hallway to the exit back into the courtyard, you spotted a young man standing at the end of it. Behind him was a ‘no entry’ sign, that had been temporarily installed to keep party-goers out of the castle. The young man was wearing a white button up shirt and pants that made him look a little like a Disney prince – had it not been for the fake blood that soaked the fabric on his chest, which made him appear more like Dracula. He smiled at you shyly, before turning and walking further down the closed off hallway.

“I don’t think people are supposed to go there,” you spoke, glad that you didn’t need to raise your voice as much because the music was drowned out by the thick castle walls.

“No one’s here to stop me,” he said, before climbing over the fence. “Will you join me for some fun?”

You didn’t think you’d find your friend any time soon, and if she was going to run off with some random pirate stranger, maybe you should too? The vampire prince sure was handsome. Carefully, you walked closer to the fence.

“I’m sure those doors are locked,” you said, watching as he approached the door at the end of the hallway.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he smirked, and next thing you knew he was opening the door that said ‘staff only’ on it. “Care for a free castle tour?”

“How do I know you’re not a creep?” you asked.

“How do I know you’re not a creep?” he replied, laughing. “I’m just bored of having so many people around, alright? If you don’t come with me, I’ll go by myself.”

Your curiosity took over. And maybe he had a charm about him – a sly smirk, a few buttons on his shirt undone or maybe it was his voice that sounded like honey.

“Fine,” you hurried over the fence and squeezed yourself through the opening in the door after him. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“I plan on not letting you forget me,” he said. “But there’ll be no regrets.”

His words were vague, and there was a strange feeling about him, but you simply couldn’t put your finger on it. You looked around. The only light falling into the hallway came from the party outside. This part of the castle seemed to belong to the museum, but the further you followed him through the corridors, the rougher the stone walls seemed.

“You want to see a nice view?” he asked, and of course you did. So, you took the stairs up to a higher level. The rooms here had neither doors nor glass windows and generally didn’t seem to have been restored like the part of the castle that was open to the public.

“Are you real?” he asked.

Your brows furrowed. “Real?”

“A real angel?” he asked. He was walking ahead of you, so you couldn’t check his face for whether he was joking or waiting to attempt a silly pick up line.

“I’m a human being, just like you,” you said.

“You sure do look like an angel,” he said. The sincerity in his voice surprised you. This guy had a strange way of flirting, but you preferred it over the gross sexual remarks other men considered to be flirting.

“Thank you. And what are you tonight?” you asked. You took a look outside into the courtyard. The scene looked breathtaking from above, and this way you could appreciate the immortal beauty of the castle even better.

“I’m the ruler of this house,” he said, smiling. He was coming closer to you now, and you smirked.

“Oh, a prince?” you asked, returning his smile. “If an angel let someone touch her, I think it would have to be a prince.”

“You’re bold,” he said, but he was grinning. “Suddenly I’m glad they are hosting a damn party here on Halloween. So, would you let me touch you?”

“Please,” you said. His eyes were dark and suddenly filled with lust. When his lips first smashed against yours, they felt a little cold, but the moment your tongue swept over his bottom lip and he parted his mouth, his hot tongue met yours. You felt like he had set you on fire in the best way possible. It had been a while since someone had made you so horny in such a short time. Within seconds your hands were in his hair, tugging softly, and his hands wandered from your neck to the front of your dress. Your back arched against his touch eagerly as he squeezed your boobs through your bra.

You didn’t feel in the mood for long foreplay, and luckily it seemed he thought the same. He grabbed your ass, pushing you against him so you would feel his growing bulge. A moan slipped past your lips and you felt like covering your mouth.

“No one hears us here, don’t worry,” he said.

“Sorry, I’ve just never done it in such a…public setting,” you said. Although you doubted anyone else even knew they could enter the castle this easily. Hungrily, you kissed him again and pulled him towards you with such urge that you stumbled backwards a few steps. Your back touched the wall, sending shivers down your spine from the cold of the stone. Teasingly, he lifted the hem of your dress to the top of your thighs, his fingers playing with the suspenders of your garter.

“You like my lingerie?” you asked.

“Hmm…but I think I’ll like what’s underneath more,” he said, fingers ghosting over your center. Impulsively, your eyes closed at even such a tiny touch.

“Then please hurry up,” you urged him, and he chuckled. Swiftly, he pulled aside your underwear and slid one of his fingers between your soaking folds. You sucked in a breath and leaned your head against the wall behind you. On instinct, your hips moved against his hand for more friction. He added another finger, toying with your clit in rapid movements. How did your legs already feel like jelly? You held onto him for support while his free hand pulled you flush against him. When he pushed his digits past your entrance, you hummed in agreement. Expertly, he curled them inside of you, using his thumb on your clit.

“Am I supposed to find angels sexy?” he asked, gaining your attention.

“Yes,” you replied. “And I hope they give you a boner because I want you to fuck me.”

At the same time, you ran your hands down his sides and to his hips to the visible tent in his pants. He grunted when you palmed him through the material and probably also at your words from a few seconds ago. Finally, he removed his hands from between your legs, but you weren’t upset because you knew there was more to come.

“If you turn around, you can have what you want,” he said. More than willingly, you did as he said. When you turned your head, you watched him unzip his pants just enough so he could pull down his underwear and expose his hard length. You placed your palms flat against the wall and arched your back a little. When he slowly pulled up your dress to rest the silky material around your waist, you whimpered in impatience. He knew what he was doing, and he loved hearing you as you quietly asked him to speed things up. You felt the sudden urge to press your legs together as he pulled down your underwear, just slightly so it stayed around your thighs and wouldn’t fall on the dirty ground.

He hissed a little when he let the tip of his cock run over your center, your wetness covering him. For a few seconds he teased you, drawing out more of your whines. But the teasing only made it feel more rewarding when he eventually entered you. He filled you up all the way, then slowly pulled out almost fully, only to pull your hips against him and quickly thrust into you again. With time, he picked up a steady pace, hips slapping against your ass with every movement. You rested your head against the wall, feeling the rough material against your cheek, but you couldn’t have minded less.

There was something so intimate about hearing someone moan. And it felt especially intimate when it was a person you had just encountered. You realized you hadn’t even bothered asking for his name, but you were confident you would never forget him and the way he felt inside of you. When you’d think back to this, you’d remember his fingers digging into your hips, pulling you against him with ever thrust, and the way your moans mixed with the noise of the party in the background. People were cheering and singing while a famous song was blasting through the speakers, but really all you heard were your own whimpers of pleasure.

The air was cool on your bare skin, giving you goosebumps. Simultaneously, you felt hot all over, every of his touches seemingly leaving a trace of fire wherever he laid his hands on you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head for a moment when you felt his fingers between your legs.

“I’m so close already,” you said, his new actions only adding to the sensation. He drew random shapes onto your center, clouding your mind with the need to just let go and let your orgasm wash over you. He groaned when you clenched around him, and from the way his thrusts quickened and seemed a lot less controlled, you could tell he was almost there too. His curse words and your moans went well together, and before you knew it you felt him twitch inside of you. His liquid spilled out of your core as he pulled out. He breathed heavily but didn’t stop his touching on your clit.

Your thighs trembled when he rubbed faster, pulling your body close to him. You could feel his breath on the side of your neck, only making you feel dizzier. It could have been the drink from earlier, but you were almost convinced it was him who was making you feel as if you were drunk. Your whimpers sounded longer and more dragged out now, and right before you came, they silenced completely. He didn’t stop while your body arched and shook because of his perfect fingers on you. Tightly, your eyes shut and you clenched your hands to fists. When you felt your knees become especially weak from sensitivity you softly tugged on his wrist, signaling him to stop.

Letting out a sigh of both happiness and exhaustion, you spun around. You blinked at him tiredly and smiled. Your head rested against the wall as you watched him pull his pants back up, so you did the same.

“You were amazing,” you said.

“So were you,” he replied, tilting his head a little when he grinned at you. Meanwhile, you picked your bag off the ground. Just as you did so, you felt a vibration coming from inside. Quickly, you checked your phone. “I’m waiting by the bar”, your friend had finally texted you.

“Do you want to come join me and my friend at the party? I lost her earlier so I should really go and see her now,” you asked the handsome stranger in front of you.

“Oh, no thanks. I’d rather stay here for a while longer,” he declined.

“Alright, whatever you like. Maybe I’ll see you again later?” you said.

“That would be nice,” he smirked. “Do you remember the way out?”

You hummed a yes and said your goodbyes to each other. The empty castle hallways were a lot creepier when you walked them by yourself. You imagined how it must have been back then, walking down this corridor. The light of a candle would have made your shadow dance menacingly on the unwelcoming, cold walls and the sound of your footsteps would have been heard even from far away. But the uneasy atmosphere only lasted until you had reached the familiar door. When you opened it, reality engulfed you again.

Your walk to the bar was hasty, since you hadn’t replied to your friend and you didn’t want her to think you wouldn’t show up. The party was just as energetic as before. You even had the feeling that more people had showed up since you left it a while ago. When you neared the seats, you spotted your friend instantly, this time being sure you weren’t mistaken.

“Where were you?” you asked, slinging your arm around her shoulder and grinning from cheek to cheek.

“I could ask you the same,” she replied, giving you a sly look. “Look at you. Your hair and lipstick’s all messed up.”

You chuckled as she ruffled your hair and put your halo back in place.

“Okay, I’ll go first. I met this guy,” you said. She raised her eyebrows as if she was surprised, but you knew she wasn’t. “We might have sneaked off into the castle.”

“Shut up, no you didn’t!” she almost yelled over the music. “I want every detail tomorrow.”

“Alright, granted. What about you?” you asked. “Was the pirate a good kisser?”

She only laughed and nodded her head yes.

“I saw they had a game area over there,” she pointed out.

“Let’s go, and then you can tell me more about that guy,” you said, pulling her along with you. Happily, you sang along to the song that was playing. You couldn’t wait for the rest of the night. Although neither of you tried your luck in apple bobbing, your precious makeup having been too much work to destroy it this way, you found a bunch of other games to participate in. You made temporary friends with a bunch of drunk girls who were all trying to win the main prize in a game but were simply too intoxicated to knock down some cans with balls. So you and your friend helped them out, to which they seemed to have crowned you their new group members. You danced some more, and time passed way too fast for your liking.

By the time you stepped back onto the bus that would bring you home, it was hard for you to say goodbye to the castle. So, this was Halloween for another year. The party mood hadn’t died down, even on the bus ride home, because it was filled with guests. When you watched the castle become smaller, you noticed the heavy fog that seemed to have appeared from nowhere all of a sudden. It engulfed the ancient building into a cloud of white smoke, the further the bus distanced itself from it. As you entered the woods, the only thing left to be visible were the eerie purple lights shining through the fog.

Tiredness came over you when you finally stepped off the bus at your stop. It was a short walk home and you promised to call your friend first thing in the morning before you said your goodbyes. You could already spot your home when you thought back to the stranger from the castle. He had called himself the ruler of the house. His handsome features and smile were livid in your head, even when you silently entered your room and took off your shoes. As you changed into your sleepwear and got ready for bed, you noticed the forming bruises on your hips, but they only made you grin to yourself.

Yawning, you fell into bed, but not before checking if your friend had texted you. Got home safely, goodnight x, she had sent. You quickly replied to let her know you were at home as well and went to switch off your phone. But then curiosity suddenly came over you. With rapid clicks, you searched for the castle’s museum’s website on the internet. Maybe you could find out who had really lived there, hundreds of years ago.

You clicked the ‘history’ button and began to scan the texts, even though your eyelids felt heavier with each second.

King Walter III and Queen Alice ruled the castle. Their two sons Hugh and Henry and their daughter Beatrice grew up happily in the castle. But starting from year 1568, the lives of the noble family took a drastic downfall. Henry, the younger of the two brothers, had always felt jealousy over his older brother Hugh, who would one day inherit the throne from their father. His greed and envy drove him to great lengths, until one day, Henry took out his anger on his brother directly. He stabbed Hugh in his sleep, in rage so blind that even his father could barely stop him when he fell witness to the dire scene. Distraught and outraged by this event, the older brother was locked away in a tower, threatened to never see another face ever again in punishment for his crime. But the unfortunate events didn’t end there. Princess Beatrice had fallen for a Lord from another kingdom, who took it upon himself to take what she had from her. In their wedding night, he was said to have poisoned her drink. She went to bed and never awoke to see the next day. There is only so much parents can take in one year. So, in utter devastation, the king and the queen made a decision together. After having their favorite red wine and watching their last sunset together, they committed suicide by cutting open their throats and died sad, but together. Prince Henry was said to have been forgotten, locked up in his tower all alone, facing a lonely and slow death on his own. Some say they can still hear the voices of the royal family in the castle halls at night, and if you look close enough, you might find their ghosts haunting the castle to this day. Why don’t you come visit us and find out for yourself?

You shivered and felt a little uneasy at the way the museum was advertising something so horrible. But when you scrolled down the page just a little further, what you saw knocked out the breath from your lungs. It was a picture, an old painting to be exact, of the family. And there he was. The prince was staring at you blankly, and you felt tears well up in your eyes in disbelief. It was the stranger who had taken you into the castle. You thought back to his blood drenched shirt. As if he had been stabbed. You shook your head no when your eyes fell on the rest of the family. You recounted Princess Beatrice from where she had been sitting by the bar next to you, telling you to watch over your drink. You saw the queen and the king, who you had noticed sitting on the stone wall, holding hands, the wounds on their throats having looked almost too realistic to have been fake. And then you remembered your arrival at the castle. You thought back to the face you had definitely seen in the window at the top of one of the towers. This was all just coincidence, right? Your stomach turned in terror. Had someone tried to play a joke? But if so, why had their faces looked so perfectly similar to the family in the painting?

Quickly, you pulled up the social media of the girl, your school friend, who had served you at the bar. ‘Do you remember the girl dressed as a princess with bloody tears who you accidentally gave my drink to? She was sitting next to me at the bar’, you quickly typed and sent.

For at least an hour, you twisted and turned in your bed, going from almost sleeping to nervously checking your phone for a reply. You thought you were going crazy. But sooner or later, you realized she might have had too much to do, cleaning up the party or simply going to sleep herself, and you drifted off to slumber.

When you awoke the next day, the previous night almost felt like it had been a scary dream. But when you checked, your hips were still bruised and you had a new message from the girl who had worked at the bar: As far as I remember, the seat next to you was empty. I gave the drink to you. You were dressed as an angel, right? Why are you asking?

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folkloreguk · 4 years

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Practice Room (optional bias)

A/N: 2 posts in one week?? Who am I???? Thank you endlessly for the lovely messages I’ve been getting, I know I’m constantly thanking you but I don’t even know how to repay the happiness you guys give me so I just have to thank you over and over!!!!❤❤❤

genre: smut, optional bias (male) x reader (female), shy!reader, praise, bias babies his gf, use of probably too many pet names, established relationship, idol!bias

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(H/N means “his name”)

You were getting off the bus, beginning your walk back home from a friend’s place. You wondered if H/N would be there. Falling in love with him was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and he had made it easy for you. To you, everything seemed perfect about him, even after quite some time had passed since you had first gotten to know each other. Every day you found another thing about him to adore. But as much as you loved him, you missed him. You knew dating him wouldn’t be easy and the same as dating any other guy with a 9 to 5 job. And you cheered him on in everything he did. After all, what was better than seeing the one you loved achieving his dreams? But some nights, when you lay in bed, waiting for him to come home from practice, you wished for normality. Many nights you fell asleep before he could kiss you goodnight and left before you could kiss him good morning. Those days on which you wished for more time with him only came once in a while though, because usually, seeing him do what he loved only brought you happiness.

You texted him: Are you still at practice?

You knew that if he didn’t text you back within ten minutes, he probably was still at work. But surprisingly, your phone vibrated the moment you were going to put it back into your bag.

H/N: Yes, but only practicing a little extra by myself…come pick me up?

Your heart fluttered in happiness at the simple message and the idea of seeing him after a long day. It was fairly late by now. The streets were lit by streetlamps and not many people were still out, when you changed the direction you had been walking in and took the short way to his company building. The entry hall was practically empty, except for a lady at a desk. She recognized you right away, giving you a small nod and a smile before letting you enter. You wished her a good night and got onto an elevator.

You got off on the floor his practice studio was on, noticing the lack of people in the hallways. Most staff members had ended their workday by now. Muffled music was playing from the room at the end of the corridor, making you smile happily. You thought about knocking, but it’s not like he would have heard it over the music. So, carefully, you grabbed the door handle and opened it.

You were met with a very familiar figure. Your boyfriend was dancing, his hair hanging into his face messily, but his face read no sign of tiredness. When you stepped inside, his eyes met yours through the mirror in front of him. His focused expression instantly changed into a big grin as he spun around to greet you. You mirrored his smile, but in a shyer way.

“My baby, come here,” he cooed, making you chuckle and walk towards his outstretched arms. He was in sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt, and in that moment, you thought he had never looked better. His embrace was warm, and although he was a little sweaty, he still smelled like home to you.

“I missed you,” you mumbled into his chest.

“What was that?” he asked, his smile obvious in his voice. You looked at him.

“I said I missed you,” you admitted, cuddling closer to him.

“How much do you want to bet I missed you more,” he said, kissing your nose. The action made you blush, so you hid your face in his chest.

“I definitely missed you more,” you argued.

“Do you really want to go there?” he chuckled. “You know I won’t back down.”

You laughed a little. He could be very stubborn at times, so you knew he wasn’t wrong. Softly, he took your face into his palms and looked you in your eyes, as if he was waiting for an answer. Instead of arguing back, you decided to change the subject, because you knew otherwise there would be no end. You shook your head a little. He chuckled, knowing there was no arguing about who missed who more either way. He knew you loved him, and you knew he loved you. And you let each other know every day. He pressed a soft kiss onto your lips, making you smile. When he pulled away, he let his forehead touch yours.

“What have you been working on?” you asked. He smiled affectionately.

“You know I’m not allowed to show you everything new we’ve been learning,” he said. “But I’ve been practicing a cover dance on my own, just for fun and to improve my skills.”

“Show me!” you asked excitedly. You loved watching him dance. Not only because you thought he looked beautiful when he danced, but also because of how passionate he was. You enjoyed seeing it on his face, how much he loved expressing himself by moving to music. It was truly art to you. He was art to you.

“Are you sure?” he asked, a cheeky smile on his lips. You gave him a confused look.

“Yes, of course I am,” you assured him.

“Alright,” he said, walking over to the sound system of the room. You took a seat on the floor by the mirror, waiting patiently.

When the song started, you lifted you head to watch him happily. But the moment he had walked into the center of the room and you heard the first few seconds of the music, you felt like blushing all over again. It was a sensual beat, not too slow but still not exactly an upbeat song. Now you understood why he had asked you if you had been sure you wanted him to show you. He moved his body beautifully, dancing perfectly to every single beat. His expression read concentration, but now and then he diverted his face from the mirror to you, smirking – because he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He had told you endless times how he loved your shyness, and therefore took every opportunity he got to make you flustered. Like now, when his upper body moved fluidly in a wave, and his hands ran through his hair and down his chest for a moment. You caught yourself wishing for the blink of an eye it were your hands touching him.

Conflicted, you wanted to avert your eyes from his dancing figure, but simultaneously it was impossible to peel your gaze off him, especially when he was the only person inside the room with you. And even more so, because you couldn’t help but admire every move he made, even if it made your cheeks heat up and your hands fumble nervously because of how inappropriate some of the moves were.

By the end of the song, he was panting heavily, and a few drops of sweat had formed on his forehead. He strolled back to the sound system to switch it off.

He had been your boyfriend for over three quarters of a year, and still your heart jumped like it was your first date when you looked at him for too long. You had done sexual things with him a few times now, but you never seemed to get used to how hot your boyfriend was. And when he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe away the beads of sweat on his face, revealing his stomach, he didn’t exactly make it easier for you.

“How’d you like it?” he asked, grinning and approaching you.

“You’re amazing,” you spoke, almost at loss for words.

“Let me teach you some moves,” he said. Even after dancing for so long, he seemed as though it had only added a boost of energy for him. Instantly, you shook your head no.

“I’d be terrible at it!” you said.

“No, you wouldn’t, because you’d have a great teacher,” he said, holding out his hand for you. His words made you laugh. You reached for his hand, letting him help you up.

“I’m too shy for that, okay?” you tried again.

“That’s okay. I’m the only one here, right? I was shy when I first started dancing, too. And look at me now, it’s my favorite thing to do,” he said. “You trust me, don’t you?”

Because of your shyness, it had always posed as a difficult task to form genuinely deep relationships with someone. H/N was one of the few people in your life, who really knew you. When you were with him, you felt like you could finally be yourself, not having to pretend or hold back your character. He had requested to teach you to dance multiple times in the past. And you knew he wasn’t going to stop asking you.

“Of course, I trust you,” you said.

“Do you remember when you said you wished you could dance to that one song by my group? Your favorite song of ours?” he asked. You nodded.

“I’ll show you the chorus, come here,” he said, and you couldn’t help but let some of his determination catch on to you. At least you could be sure he would never judge you negatively.

“Okay, but go slow,” you hesitated. Clearly happy with your reaction, he smiled softly. Standing next to him, you watched as he began to explain the moves. At first, you felt awkward following his steps, but he had a kind, patient heart. He never even blinked when you made a mistake or asked him to repeat a move. He simply did as you asked, and cheered you on, whether you did well or struggled.

There was one move in particular, that needed more of your attention. It was a combination of hand and foot movements, whilst also turning your head rhythmically.

“I can’t do this one,” you whined, ready to give up. But he was too determined.

“Yes, my love, you can,” he insisted. “Let me show you.”

He stepped behind you, as you watched him through the mirror before you. Gently, he put his hands on yours and showed you the movements. He was counting the steps while you attempted to follow his lead.

“Now, only do the footsteps and I’ll guide your arms, okay?” he asked. You nodded okay and did as he said.

“You’re doing good. Now, try it by yourself,” he praised, and you blushed automatically. It wasn’t like he had said something initially inappropriate. Maybe it was the closeness of him, or the simple fact that you might have had a thing for him telling you that you were doing well. And of course, he noticed how you looked to the floor. You had been together for long enough after all, for him to know everything you were into.

“Baby, you’re not focusing,” he teased. “Are you thinking about other things right now?”

His breath tickled your ear, and when your eyes met his through the mirror, his gaze told you he wasn’t thinking about dancing anymore either. Softly, his hands went to your waist, drawing circles onto your skin where your shirt had ridden up. It had been a while since you had done anything sexual, his recent schedule simply taking up too much of his time and energy. So, when he now touched your sides, even if only ever so slightly, you could barely stand the tension. And when he pressed his lips to the side of your neck, kissing your sweet spot, you let out an uncontrolled whimper. You noticed his confident chuckle when you watched him through the mirror.

“Aw, did my baby miss me so much?” he said, and at the sound of those words you instantly were putty in his hands. You hummed and nodded, while he only tightened his hold on you.

“Let me take care of you,” he said. His kisses lasted longer now, and he pulled your hips flush against his front. Another small whimper escaped you at the feeling of his bulge against your backside. Hungrily, he hummed against your skin as your hand went to his hair.

“H/N,” you moaned. “Someone could walk in.”

“There’s no one even left on this floor at this time,” he said. “I promise no one will interrupt us.”

You trusted him enough to believe he wasn’t just making an excuse. Finally, you turned around and let your lips collide. And how you had missed him. The emotions you felt trough the kiss felt like an enormous wave collapsing over your head, as your hands gripped the material of his shirt tightly, almost as if he would disappear if you didn’t hold him close to you. His lips always felt like heaven, no matter which part of your body they touched. Right now, you wished you could feel them all over you. You moaned in desperation when your tongues touched. A taste of mint mixed with coca cola only lured you closer into his arms. When you breathed against his skin and took in his familiar scent you were sure you couldn’t have felt any more adoration and love for him than you did at that moment.

“Take it slow,” he mumbled against your lips. He cupped your face, when you pulled away for a moment and watched his expression. It only read protectiveness and fondness. His chest was rising and falling steadily, his breaths as heavy as yours.

“Let’s go over there,” he said, intertwining his hand with yours and walking you over to the couch in the corner of the practice room. When he sat down and patted his lap, you straddled his waist without hesitation.

“My angel,” he said, his fingers stroking your face softly. “I missed you.”

You saw each other almost every day, but you knew what he meant by missing you, nonetheless. He missed your body. And you could only agree with him. When he cupped your face and pulled you in for another kiss, you hummed in agreement.

“Lift your arms,” he said. You understood right away, letting him remove your shirt. You closed your eyes for a moment at the mere touch of his hands on your bare skin.

You were torn. A part of you wanted this to last as long as possible, so you would take your time to feel every bit of him you had been missing so much. But the other part, which was a lot hungrier, wanted him right now, no more waiting around. Almost unconsciously, your hands had begun to fumble with the hem of his shirt. At the same time, he pulled down one of your bra straps, placing soft kisses on your shoulder and collar bone. When his hands went from your cheeks to your neck, and over your boobs, squeezing them a little, you sighed, your back automatically arching closer towards him. He reached behind you, opening your bra and you helped him get it off you.

“So pretty,” he said, kissing your neck while his hands ran over the now bare skin of your boobs. Your eyes fluttered like butterfly wings at the sensation, your head tilting backward a little. His low groan almost surprised you when your fingers touched the bare skin of his lower abdomen where you had lifted his shirt.

“Take it off, baby,” he encouraged you. So you did as he said. Even after all this time, seeing him shirtless still made you flustered for a moment. Sternly, you kept your eyes on his face. He chuckled cutely at your reaction.

But he wasn’t one to call you out for blushing or being shy, even though he had told you before that he found it to be one of the cutest things about you. Instead, to make you feel more comfortable, he leaned forward and kissed you again. Your head felt fuzzy at how his tongue swiped over your lip and touched yours. At the same time, he got a hold of your wrists and directed your hands to his chest. Slowly, you went along and touched his warm skin, running your fingers down his chest and abdomen. He hissed against your lips when you came close to the waistband of his sweatpants.

At the same time, you rolled your hips forward. Through the material of your underwear under your skirt, you felt his erection brush against your center. He cursed under his breath, his hands gripping your waist, but not stopping you from moving. With every move your patience faded a little more, every cell in your body wanting to be even closer to him.

“Baby, did you touch yourself when you needed me, but I wasn’t there?” he asked, his fingers sliding under your skirt. You instantly squirmed at his touch, but you knew before he went any higher, he would require an answer from you.

“Yes- ,“ you said. “…but it doesn’t compare to you.”

His gaze softened. “I’m sorry, I wish I could be there when-“

“No!” you assured him. “Don’t apologize. You’re a perfect boyfriend.”

He smiled a little at your words. His eyes were searching for a sign that you were exaggerating or saying those words so he would feel comforted. But he never found one. Because you were simply being honest.

“I love you so much,” he said, and this time it was your turn to smile.

“I love you too,” you said. Then you gave him your best puppy eyes. “Touch me, please?”

“Anything for my angel,” he said, honey dripping from his voice as he smirked at you. Your breath hitched in your throat when he pressed his thumb onto your clothed clit. Because of how busy you had been, you hadn’t even had time to take care of your needs the last few days. So now that he was finally giving you what you had yearned for for so long, it only felt a thousand times better.

“More, please,” you whimpered. Usually, he loved to tease you, until you were begging him and completely riled up from the lack of attention. But not today. He seemed to understand how much you wanted, or rather needed him. So, he slipped his hand past the hem of your underwear. You were dripping wet by the time his fingers slid between your folds, triggering a groan from him. Almost as if you wanted to hold on to something, you swung your arms around his neck and rested your forehead on his bare shoulder. Small, uneven breaths formed against his skin. He found your sweet spot right away, drawing a moan from your lips as you clenched your hand in his hair. On instinct, your hips moved against his hand in a steady rhythm.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he said. “Does that feel good?”

All you could muster was an impulsive nod with your head still against his shoulder and a hum in agreement.

“Look at me, angel,” he said, his fingers continuing to work pure magic on you. Feeling drowsy, you lifted your head. He gently stroked your cheek with his free hand. The pleasure you were feeling, deep in the pit of your stomach, now mixed with what felt like a hundred butterflies in your belly at the way he was watching you. His digits teased your entrance now and then, making your hips buck against him needily. You were breathing unevenly, and your eyelids felt heavy, wanting to simply give in to the pleasure. But at the same time, you wanted to do as he said, loving the way his gaze made you feel gorgeous even though you felt like you probably looked a mess.

With every second passing you slipped more into a trance-like state, the knot in the pit of your stomach pulling tighter. When your eyes roamed his body, you could only notice the obvious bulge his boner had formed in his pants. Knowing he was probably getting less impatient too, you reached down, palming him through his pants. He almost flinched and then cursed at your sudden touch. Now, it wasn’t only your moans that sounded through the practice room anymore. Even though he had assured you, there was no one left working on this floor of the building, you were thankful for the soundproof walls either way. Your pleasure mirrored in his dark eyes as small moans slipped past your lips.

“I want you right now,” he said, his lips almost touching yours.

“Then take me,” you spoke, almost surprised at how confident your voice sounded. You could swear his eyes darkened even more at your words. He pulled his hand out of your panties and you almost whined at the loss of contact, but you wanted him just as much, so you kept it to yourself. For a moment you stood up from where you had been sitting on his lap, to remove the rest of your clothes, while he did the same. In an impatient haste, you dug for a condom in your bag on the couch. When you had found it and turned to him, he was grinning at you.

“What?” you asked, sitting next to him.

“Nothing, I just think you’re cute,” he said, and this time his words made your cheeks heat up again. He took the condom from your hands, and you waited for him to roll it on. Then, with your hands wrapped around his neck, you let yourself fall onto your back, pulling him along in the process.

“Woah, there,” he chuckled, his nose touching yours and his eyes crinkling from his smile. “Someone’s excited.”

“I missed you, that’s all,” you said.

“So did I,” he replied. Your soft smile quickly turned into a different expression, when you felt his member at your entrance. Your eyebrows furrowed and you gave him a look that silently pleaded him to go ahead. When he finally moved his hips against yours, filling you up, you both moaned in agreement.

As much as you had taken your time before, now neither of you seemed to want to take things slow anymore. He linked one of his arms over your leg, folding it towards your belly as his skin slapped against yours repeatedly. When he hit your sweet spot, you cried out his name, letting him know how much you loved this angle. He seemed to get the message, because he only pushed himself deeper into you. The way he alternated between slower, but more intense thrusts and quicker, deeper thrusts had you right on edge, your head full with one and only one thing. Him. His other arm was holding up his weight, his muscles flexing with every move he made.

The sight of him on top of you turned you on even more. His hair was hanging into his face messily, small sweat drops forming on the side of his forehead while he bit his lip and breathed out stifled groans. One of your arms went to the nape of his neck, wanting him closer to you, if even possible. For a while, he bent his head down to yours, his thrusts slowing down. His soft kisses were a strong contrast to the way he had fucked you just seconds ago, only messing with your already clouded head a little more. His hot breath hit your lips as he buried himself inside of you, drawing out a whimper from you.

“Do you want it harder, angel?” he asked. You hummed a yes and nodded right away, making him smirk down at you. “As you wish.”

The sudden change of pace hit you with a new wave of pleasure, as you clenched around him. He had propped himself up on his arm again, his length brushing over your sweet spot with every sharp thrust he made. By now, your eyes were closing automatically, as you sank deeper into the feeling you were chasing.

“I’m so close, H/N,” you said, not opening your eyelids.

“I got you,” he said, not changing his pace, if anything, only moving quicker. “Come for me, baby.”

Upon hearing his words, you only allowed yourself to fall even faster. A few more seconds you pressed your lips together, solely focused on how heavenly he felt inside of you. When you finally reached your orgasm, your mouth fell open, whining while your fingers dug into his arm. With the way you clenched your walls around him, it was only a matter of seconds for him to follow up. His jaw clenched and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You felt your sensitivity set in during his last thrusts, which were slower but sharper. The sound of his voice would always beat every single of your favorite songs as he moaned huskily.

Your hold on his arm weakened as he slipped out of you. For a moment you lay, your forearm over your closed eyes as you waited for you breathing to calm down. Softly, he grabbed your arm, before placing a few kisses on your face. You giggled tiredly at his actions and opened your eyes. The hot, focused look from before had vanished. Now he only blinked slowly, smiling playfully.

“I wanna cuddle, but this couch is small and I’m all sweaty,” he pouted. You chuckled at your boyfriend’s duality and his cute face.

“We better get home quickly, then,” you said, pulling him in for another kiss. You smiled against his lips. You couldn’t wait to fall into bed with him, finally being in each other’s arms when you would fall asleep that night.

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