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kfinalgirls · 7 months

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Scream ༊*·˚ Part 2

༊*·˚Admin Lulu Presents~ ༊*·˚Pairing: Choi San x Lulu (OC) 1st pov x Park Seonghwa ༊*·˚Genre/Trope/Au: smut, horror, established relationship, scream au, college au ༊*·˚Rating: R rated, +18 MDNI ༊*·˚Warnings: mentions blood, gore, death, knives, violence (smut will be included in future chapters), drinking, party going, creep! seonghwa, gaslighting ༊*·˚Kinks: suggestive talk ༊*·˚Word Count: 1,913 ༊*·˚Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider ༊*·˚Synopsis: When a killer begins to target students of my college--and also starts calling me to brag about it--San is there to comfort me. But throw in his creepy best friend and my world begins to crumble around me ༊*·˚Part One ||| All Posts || Part Three

“San, no, I am not going to some stupid party!”

San and I were having a not-so-great argument. He wanted to go out, I wanted to stay in. Usually I could convince him with a flash of my underwear that it was in his best interest to stay in but tonight he was being stubborn for some reason.

“Come on, Lulu!” He pleaded, “I promised Seonghwa we would go!”

I sent him a look of disgust, “I’m especially not going because of your weird best friend.”

“He’s not weird!” San whined, “He’s just got his head in the clouds a lot. I promise, he’s harmless.”

Harmless my ass. I don’t know how many times I caught Seonghwa staring at me and even when I caught him he never stopped like normal people do. He always seemed to loom at any function that San and I went to. Seonghwa got so close to me sometimes I could hear his breathing. He really really creeped me out but he was San’s best friend and I had to endure it, I guess.

“Please, I don’t want to go. I don’t care what you promised!” I begged. If I had to pull out the big cards, I would. I went on my knees and grabbed a fistful of his pants, looking up at him, “I’ll make it worth your while if we don’t go.”

San looked so good. His hair was soft and he had just a t-shirt and a pastel green cardigan but damn did his shoulders fill out everything so nicely. San cursed under his breath and cupped the side of my face with one hand. “God, what I wouldn’t do for you to suck my dick right now.” He shook his head and steeled himself. “No, you can’t dissuade me. Seonghwa is throwing this party and he was very adamant that we both be there. We have to. Besides, you’ve been jittery since movie night and I want to get you out of the apartment.”

Guess I had to take another approach. “There’s a killer out there, San!”

San rolled his eyes at me, “Then we should go to the party. The more people there the less likely we’re going to get murdered.”

“Fine,” I said stiffly, getting up from being on my knees, “I’m not wearing this skirt though. Seonghwa gets weird when I wear skirts around him.”

San pffted at me. “Who wouldn’t get weird when you wear skirts? I get a chubby just watching it swish on the back of your thighs.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and moved into the bedroom. I ditched my skirt and looked for some comfortable pants. “You’re my boyfriend. You’re allowed to get a chubby when you look at me. I want you to get a chubby when you look at me. I don’t want Seonghwa imagining getting his fingers up my skirts!” I shuddered at the thought.

“But Babe!” San appeared at the doorway. “You can’t blame him. You’re hot. Even Wooyoung admitted once to--”

I threw my hand up and stopped whatever San was going to say. “Please stop, I don’t want to hear the end of that sentence.”

I finished shimmying on the black pants I chose to wear and checked my make up in the mirror. “We will stay for exactly two hours and you better be getting me refills when I finish my drinks,” I said to San, looking at him through the mirror.

San sent me a sunny smile that made his eyes disappear. He was looking all happy-go-lucky just to piss me off, “Of course, Babe.”

I walked to the doorway, looked my boyfriend up and down and said, “I am not happy with you right now.”

“Does this mean you won’t be giving me a bj on the drive there or--OW!”

There were plenty of cars littering the lawn of Seonghwa’s huge house. San had informed me that Seonghwa always had the place to himself and that was usually why he threw parties. Who knew where his parents were--Dubai or did he say Dublin? Either way, the party was well on its way by the time San and I got there.

“I’ll go get us drinks,” San said as he saw Wooyoung in the kitchen from the entranceway.

“Don’t you dare--” And he was gone.

I folded my arms and found a corner to sulk in. I couldn't even bring San upstairs to fool around. Some classmate had told me Seonghwa’s parents had cameras EVERYWHERE. I did not need Seonghwa watching me and San--I shuddered. I did not want to go down that train of thought.

But then I heard heavy breathing and, “You’re here.”

I whirled around and narrowed my eyes down at Seonghwa. “Regrettably,” I said with my lips pursed to the side.

Except… Why did Seonghwa look so good? I mean, it’s not like he wasn’t attractive. I had heard every girl on campus sigh over Park Seonghwa. They thought he was secretive and mysterious and his allure was a legend around the school. But his creepy factor always nulled that out for me. But tonight, Seonghwa was in a long jacket, jeans ripped at the knees and a turtleneck. He looked… sophisticated? Definitely a look I’d go for. I shook my head. No, Lulu, you’ve got to stop that.

Seonghwa had a shy, crooked smile on his face now. Shit. “Something wrong?”

I scoffed at him, “Yes, you’re entirely too close to me.”

Seonghwa chuckled under his breath. “Looks like San got distracted with your drinks. Perhaps I can keep you company instead?”

I looked over my shoulder and there was my boyfriend, playing a fucking drinking game with Wooyoung. That bitch. I turned back to Seonghwa and scoffed at him, “I don’t fucking think so.”

Seonghwa shrugged his shoulders, “San told me you got some creepy phone call? I didn’t think you wanted to be alone.”

I winced. San, must you tell your best friend everything? “I-I’m fine.” The stutter in my voice said otherwise. Fuck.

Seonghwa’s smile became a grin. I took a step back as he took a step forward. “I really don’t think you have anything to worry about. I heard the news say that it seems the killers are targeting students that are in the bottom half of the dean’s list. Aren’t you in the upper half?”

I frowned at Seonghwa. “What do you mean killers? There’s more than one?”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened and then he shrugged again. “That’s their theory, anyways.”

I opened my mouth to ask more when my phone went off. That better be Choi San telling me he’s got my drink or I swear to God…

{10:42pm} Private Number: Having fun?

My mouth went dry and my palms started to sweat. I hadn't received a message from the creepy caller since that day in the Geology labs. If I had to guess, I would have said it was Seonghwa, but he was in front of me right now. So who the fuck was calling me and texting me?

{10:43pm} Private Number: I have another gift for you

I couldn't help but whimper. Did this mean the killer was going to kill again?

{10:44pm} Private Number: Special delivery! {10:44pm} Private Number: 3 {10:44pm} Private Number: 2 {10:44pm} Private Number: 1

I let out a terrified shriek as the lights went out. The partygoers groaned at the inconvenience but my heart was beating out of my chest. I felt a presence at my front and reached out to hit whatever--or whoever--was in front of me. They caught my hand and I struggled a bit. I was about to raise my other hand when…

“Stop, it’s just me,” Seonghwa said softly, “I’ve got you. No one is going to hurt you.”

Like that made me feel any better. “Let go of me,” I hissed, yanking on my arm.

Instead, Seonghwa pulled me closer, trapping me against his chest. “I can protect you,” He crooned, “You don’t have to be scared.” He must have been able to hear my heart going crazy because he said, “It’s like you have a hummingbird trapped in your chest.”

There was a yell and then a loud snap and I jumped. I couldn't see anything and all I could think about were the texts I had just received. “L-let go of me, Seonghwa, please,” I whined, “You’re scaring me.”

Seonghwa leaned forward to speak into my ear, “Are you scared of me or of the situation?” He smoothed my hand over his chest and I could feel his heart beating steadily--not erratic like my own. “Just count my heartbeats and the lights will be back on soon enough.”

Oddly enough, I did just that. I felt his heart beat against my hand and it calmed me. Somehow, just knowing that someone else was there, someone who wasn’t terrified, soothed me. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“Anything for you,” Seonghwa said in a low voice and it made me… feel things I definitely did not want to feel.

The lights came back on and everyone cheered. And then someone screamed.

I buried my head into Seonghwa’s chest, I couldn't help it. I screwed my eyes shut. I didn’t want to see what my gift was. Tears were in my eyes and I could feel bilge burning the back of my throat. I just wanted this to be over, I just wanted this to stop.

Seonghwa brought his hand to my head and started to pat it. “There there, Lulu. It’ll all be over soon.”

“Lulu!” San shouted my name and I jumped out of Seonghwa’s grasp.

I ran towards his voice and then stopped in my tracks. Hanging from the second floor was that stupid bitch that always flirted with San at the parties. I despised her, and yeah, I probably wished her dead a few times when I was fuming but this! Her tongue hung out obscenely and there was the word WHORE carved out on her chest. Jesus!

“Don’t look, don’t look,” San said to me softly, gathering me up in his arms. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“San!” I cried out and then started to sob into his arms. “I was so scared. You said the killer wouldn’t get us here. What if--”

San reassured me, rubbing his nose against the crown of my hair. “Don’t do that to yourself. The killer wouldn’t harm a hair on my head. I’m not even on the Dean’s list, right? That’s what the news is saying anyways.”

I leaned back to look into San’s eyes. “Weird. Seonghwa just said the same fucking thing.”

San grinned, “Oh, talking to Seonghwa now, are we? What happened to ‘he gives me the creeps’?”

“Do not start with me, Choi San,” I scolded him, “You’re the one that abandoned me as soon as we got into this stupid party and now--” I choked up.

I jumped when a hand landed on my back but I let out some tension when I heard Seonghwa’s voice. “I guess I should call the police. This is a pretty lame party.”

We drove back to my apartment in silence, but there was something that I couldn't stop mulling over. Why… why had both San and Seonghwa made it their top priority to make sure I was okay and… why hadn't they been more spooked about the murder that happened?!

༊*·˚Part One ||| All Posts ||| Part Three

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kfinalgirls · 6 months

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Scream ༊*·˚ Part 3

༊*·˚Admin Lulu Presents~ ༊*·˚Pairing: Choi San x Lulu (OC) 1st pov x Park Seonghwa ༊*·˚Genre/Trope/Au: smut, horror, established relationship, scream au, college au ༊*·˚Rating: R rated, +18 MDNI ༊*·˚Warnings: mentions blood, gore, death, knives, violence, blackmail ༊*·˚Kinks: phone sex, verbal instruction, public masturbation, fear kink, masochism, sadism, dirty talk, cheating by masturbation, drunk!san ༊*·˚Word Count: 1,989 ༊*·˚Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider ༊*·˚Synopsis: When a killer begins to target students of my college--and also starts calling me to brag about it--San is there to comfort me. But throw in his creepy best friend and my world begins to crumble around me ༊*·˚Part Two ||| All Posts

"Sannie," I couldn't help but pout, "You're not really going out?"

San ruffled my hair. "Me and Seonghwa planned this a month ago. I can't cancel now."

I bit down on my lip. "But surely since things are different now. With the killer-"

San rolled his eyes dramatically. "It's always about the damn killer with you. Really! I told you, you don't have to worry about him."

"But I'm still getting--"

San slung on his jean jacket. "I'm done talking about this with you. I'll be there for a few hours and then I'll be back." He kissed my forehead and then he was gone.

I knew I couldn't stay in my apartment by myself so I went to the grocery store to pick up some ingredients for my own supper. I had barely grabbed a basket and strolled down a few aisles before my phone rang. And my heart began to beat as I saw it was from a private number. I contemplated not answering it before coming to the conclusion that there would probably be repercussions because of it.

"Hello?" I asked after answering the call.

"Hello, beautiful."

My blood ran cold and I could feel a layer of sweat bead my forehead. "Why do you keep calling me?"

"I love when you get whiney for me," The weird voice chuckled. "Why do you think I call you?"

"Because you're obsessed with me," I said into my phone. I had to sit down.

"Ding ding ding! Wanna know what you win?"

"Stop it."

"But you like it, Lulu. You can't pretend with me." My phone dinged and I started to shake. "You should look at the picture I sent you."

"I don't want to," I whimpered.

"Come on," The voice cajoled, "Look at it for me?"

I took the phone from my face and opened the text message. There was a male student from the dean's list with a kitchen knife held to his gut. I gasped in horror and almost dropped my phone.

"Is your heart racing? Do you feel scared right now?" The voice pressed me. "How about this? Remember that little conversation we had the first time I called you? Why don't you touch yourself for me."

"No!" I said, "that's--"

"Someone's life is on the line, Lulu. You don't want them to die because you weren't being reasonable, do you?"

I whimpered but I dropped my basket and went to find a bathroom immediately. I could hear my heart beating in my chest, it was thrumming. I unbuttoned my pants with a shaky hand and felt myself through my underwear. Of course there was a wet spot there. Something about a complete stranger knowing everything about me but that I knew nothing about him just flat did it for me. I was scared but I was turned on.

"I'm, um, doing it," I said and winced at the timidity in my voice.

"Talk me through it, beautiful," The voice encouraged.

I pushed my forehead to the stall wall, cradling the phone between my ear and my shoulder. "So wet," I mumbled.

"Then you should be dipping a finger into yourself," the voice on the phone encouraged.

I whined in embarrassment and felt tears prick the corners of my eyes. "I shouldn't be doing this! I have a boyfriend you know!"

"Oh, I know. And doesn't that make this more dirty? A stranger telling you to fuck yourself with your fingers or another man will die?" The voice chuckled, "Isn't your cunt soaking wet because of this?"

"No," I denied in a small voice.

There was a large pause and then I knew I had done something wrong. "No?" Next I heard a hoarse yell and then a shing. "The next time you defy me, I'll cut off a finger instead of an ear."

"Please, don't," I hissed into the phone.

"Better get to pleasuring yourself, Lulu. Otherwise I might get bored and accidentally stick this knife into his heart." There was no wiggle room now. I had to do as he commanded.

I pushed aside my panties and swiped up some moisture with my middle finger. "I'm so wet for you," I said in my best baby voice, "I wish it was your tongue tasting my cunt instead." I cried out as my finger flicked at my clit. "Want you to eat me out after you've just scared the shit out of me. Want to sit on your face and get fucking wrecked by your tongue and lips and nose." I whined as I felt my climax build up. This needed to be fast so I could get the hell out of here and find San. "I want adrenaline running through my veins, wondering what you'll do next and I wanna hit my high at the same time." My voice started to rise in pitch as my finger swiped across my clit, my hips starting to move on their own accord.

"Lulu, you're not going to cum without permission, are you?" The voice cut through my white-noise brain and I had to push my finger inside of me to avoid chasing my high.

"No-no," I denied, sniffing and trying to hide my frustration, "I would never."

"Now add another finger inside of you since I know by the tone of your whining that you already have one in you. Fuck yourself with your fingers and pretend they're mine. Pretend that I have you pressed up against that bathroom stall with a knife at your throat. Pretend that I have fingers inside your mouth to keep your moans to a minimum and my fingers are pressing on that rough patch inside of you."

"How do you know all these things?" I wondered, mouth going wide as I could feel my orgasm coming for a second time.

"Because we were made for you, Lulu."

"We?!" I had no chance to question the voice further because my orgasm was ripping through me. I had to bite down on my fingers, keeping the whining and panting to a minimum, but making sure it was all directed to the speaker of my phone. I'd hate to find out what would happen if that wasn't good enough and have to do it a second time.

The voice on the other side tsked at me, "What did I say about cumming without my permission?"

A loud shriek echoed through the phone and then a soft grunt. "Too bad for this guy. He had to listen to that whole conversation and ended up gutted still. Oh well."

I ripped my hand from under my pants and smashed it against the bathroom stall wall. I had fucked up. That student had died because of me.

"Temper temper, beautiful. Don't tempt me to seek you out in person or your dreams might come true."

"Wait, you wouldn't, would you?" I giggled nervously and then the phone went dead. Fuck fuck fuck.

I rushed out of that grocery store without buying anything needless to say. As soon as I got in my apartment I went straight for the shower. I wanted to wash this feeling off of me; this feeling full of shame and betrayal. Had I really gotten off in a public washroom because of a stranger's voice and had they really killed someone because of me?

I scrubbed and scrubbed in the hot water for hours. I couldn't get rid of the feeling of how I enjoyed the thrill of touching myself in public for someone who wasn't my boyfriend. Didn't I have any pride? I loved San, I knew I did, so what was this new feeling? I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I never heard the bathroom door open until the shower curtain was roughly pulled back.

I screamed and turned around and then clutched my hand to my heart. It was only San. He cocked his head at me curiously, "What's got you so jumpy?"

"Why are you the only one acting like there isn't a killer on the loose? Why are you so calm?" I couldn't help but shout back at him.

"What's wrong?!" Seonghwa jumped into the doorway with one of my kitchen knives and had a full view of my naked body thanks to San leaving the door open and pulling back the shower curtain.

I screamed in frustration and jumped behind the curtain to shield me. "The fuck Seonghwa?"

Seonghwa stammered at the door, turning on his heel. "I-I’m sorry, I just heard a scream and I didn't think I just--"

"Don't worry about her," San dismissed me, "She's just jumpy about the killer still."

"Why did you bring Seonghwa back with you?" I demanded shrillingly.

"He's the one that convinced me to come back. I told him you were worried about being alone and we had a mini fight and--"

"--can you stop telling Seonghwa everything about us? It's like he's the third in our relationship!" I scolded San.

San peeked around the shower curtain and sent me a look full of teasing. "I mean, I didn't know you were interested in something like that, but we could talk it out."

"BOTH OF YOU, GET OUT!" I shouted with finality.

I couldn't look at Seonghwa the entire time we ate the wings the boys had brought home. Thankfully, he excused himself after eating and said he wanted to have an early night. San dissuaded him from leaving and insisted he slept on the couch at least. I left them nursing alcohol and muttering to each other across the table.

I turned in first, truly wanting this day to be behind me. I wasn't able to fall asleep though, being so jittery and my heart beating at the thought of what I did today. I faded in and out of sleep. I jerked awake when San's hand touched my back as he slid into the sheets with me.

"Babe, I'm sorry about today," San slurred into my back. My boyfriend was already touchy-feely as it was; add some alcohol in his system and he couldn't keep his hands off me. His nose rubbed against the back of my neck and his hands snaked around my waist. "Do you forgive me?"

"I just wish you would stop leaving me by myself. I hate being by myself," I whispered to him.

"I can make it up to you," San cajoled me, fingers playing with the waistband of my sleep shorts. "After you shower, you don't wear underwear to bed because it's healthy for your cute little pussy, am I wrong?"

My breath sped up but for all the wrong reasons. Why did everything have to come back this afternoon? "I-I forgive you," I sputtered out.

San huffed a breath of laughter against my neck. "Did you play with yourself in the shower? Are you sensitive down there now? Sometimes you rub yourself so desperately you're a little raw afterwards. Want me to use my tongue instead?"

"I wish it was your tongue tasting my cunt instead."

I shuddered. "Just wanna go to sleep," I whined.

San relented but couldn't help getting one last shot through. "Alright alright, we won't give Seonghwa a show to jerk off to. We aren't very good hosts, you know."

"San!" I spun around in bed to face him. "Wasn't he seeing me naked enough or do you not remember that?"

"Oh yeah," San said with a wry tone.

"Oh yeah," I mocked him, "Now he's gonna get even creepier with me."

"You're the one that thinks he's a part of this relationship," San raised a point.

"No, I said it felt like he was, seeing as how he knows everything about us," I corrected him.

"Come on, let's get some sleep. You can wake Seonghwa up with a blowjob tomorrow if you still think he's a part of this." San closed the conversation and snuggled his body further against me.

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kfinalgirls · 8 months

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Scream

༊*·˚Admin Lulu Presents~ ༊*·˚Pairing: Choi San x Lulu (OC) 1st pov x Park Seonghwa ༊*·˚Genre/Trope/Au: smut, horror, established relationship, scream au, college au ༊*·˚Rating: R rated, +18 MDNI ༊*·˚Warnings: mentions blood, gore, death, knives, violence (smut will be included in future chapters) ༊*·˚Kinks: fear kink, penetrative sex with no barrier ༊*·˚Word Count: 1,567 ༊*·˚Credits to @kitsunecafe for the divider ༊*·˚Synopsis: When a killer begins to target students of my college--and also starts calling me to brag about it--San is there to comfort me. But throw in his creepy best friend and my world begins to crumble around me ༊*·˚ All Posts ||| Part Two

It was Thursday night, movie night for San and I. Or it was supposed to be movie night. San currently had his head buried in my neck, sneakily placing light kisses and the occasional kitten lick.

"San," I sighed, "I thought we were watching movies."

"We are," he said without missing a beat, "You know the teenagers always get horny within the opening scene. I'm not missing anything." San took the opportunity to suck a love bite and I moaned.

"No, no!" I said, pushing San off of me, "I want to watch this movie. Go make us popcorn if you're bored."

San sent me a hurt look but nonetheless got up gracefully to make his way to my kitchen. I settled back into the couch, curling into the warmth that San left on the cushions and focused on the movie.

Or I tried to. Next I got a message on my phone. I ignored it and then I got a phone call. I frowned because it wasn't a number I recognized. I ignored it and expected a voice-mail for later if it was important. Except my phone rang again. What the hell?

I answered it angrily, "Hello?!"

"Hello, beautiful," an odd voice addressed me.

Nah, who was this creep? "Who is this, why are you calling me?"

"I just wanted to hear your sweet voice. Are you enjoying your movie?"

I stiffened. How the hell did anyone know that I was watching a movie with San? "No, I'm not enjoying it because you so rudely interrupted me."

"Come on, Lulu, don't be like that! You should have let San make out with you. We all know you get horny too, during those scenes.”

I got off the couch and moved to the window of my apartment. I looked out but couldn't see if anyone was spying on me from the other buildings across the street. Weird. I began to close the curtains just in case. “Look, if this is Wooyoung, this isn't funny. This breaks some kind of law and I’m sure--”

The voice on the other side of the phone laughed at me. “Wooyoung isn’t smart enough to figure out how to spy on you. Come on, you can do better than that.”

A shiver ran down my spine. “San?”

The voice sounded amused at my guess. “Oh no, your boyfriend is currently making you popcorn, remember? He’s quite dedicated to you. Just like I am. Go on, check.”

I peeked around the corner and indeed, San was making popcorn. He was on his phone with his lower back pressed against the counter as the microwave hummed. I moved further back into the living room, hissing into my phone, “Why are you doing this?”

“Scary movies make you horny. San knows this. I know this. Why do you think he gave up sucking on your neck to make popcorn. He wants to hand feed it to you. And if his fingers so happen to slip into your mouth, you know how good you are at sucking on them.”

For some fucked up reason, my breathing started to quicken. I was getting turned on in this creepy situation. How did this caller know so much about my quirks? “Listen, this isn’t funny. Don’t call me back.” I hung up and then put my phone down like it was possessed. Of course the phone rang and rang and rang. I wasn’t going to play this game.

Except for San’s prompting from the kitchen. “Babe, your phone is ringing! Pick it up before it drives me insane!”

I picked it up shakily and answered the phone. “What?” I couldn't help but say petulantly.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Lulu!” The voice cooed sickly-sweet into my ear, “Don’t you like being scared? Aren’t your panties wet right now? What if I were to tell you that I’m killing someone as we speak? Would that get you hot? Would you touch yourself for me while San is in the kitchen making you popcorn and hoping you’ll let him fuck you on your couch?”

I couldn't help the whine that I let out and squeezed my thighs together. “Don’t.”

“This girl’s blood surely isn’t as pretty as yours. She didn’t understand my artistry like you would.” The caller paused and I could hear some obscene sucking noises, “Bet her blood doesn’t taste as good as yours would.”

I hung up the phone quickly as San came into the living room. “Who was that?” San asked absentmindedly. I rushed to the couch and tucked myself into San’s side. San looked at me in concern. “Babe, you’re shaking, what’s wrong?”

“I got a creepy call,” I whispered. Was he watching right now? Was he angry I hung up on him?

San put his arm around me and rubbed my shoulder. “It’s okay, I’m with you. Who would dare try to hurt you with me here? I’d murder them,” San reassured me. “Come on, eat some popcorn with me and let’s watch the movie.”

San unpaused the movie and started to feed me popcorn, not letting me touch the bowl. I could hear as the couple that had been fucking in the woods screamed as the killer came upon them. San’s eyes weren’t on the screen, however. He was watching as I put my tongue out to catch the popcorn and bring it into my mouth. “You’re so hot,” San murmured, his face so close I could feel his breath on my face.

I pouted, still part turned on, part upset that the caller and my boyfriend knew things about me that weren’t right. “San.”

San grinned at me, slow and knowing. “I won’t tell anyone we fuck while we watch scary movies.”

“I’m so wet right now,” I whimpered and surged forward to kiss San’s lips.

I’m embarrassed to say that we did indeed fuck on my couch while the scary movie played in the background completely forgotten. Once San sunk so deep into me with one leg tossed over his shoulder, I didn’t recall the creepy call or what was happening on the movie screen. I was too busy with my fingers threaded through San’s hair, making out while he fucked me slowly to pay attention to the screams or the notifications on my phone about emails from the university…

The next day San and I took the train together to university. San didn’t have classes today but he always liked to tag along to mine. “This way I can sleep through a class and not get yelled at,” He grinned mischievously at me.

We walked from the train station to the quad, San’s arm around my waist and keeping me close. Normally his skinship borderlined possessive but today I sucked it all in. That fucking phone call had shaken me to my core.

“HEY!” A loud voice from behind us scared the both of us, causing us to jump. I whirled around and found a pleased Wooyoung with his tongue in between his teeth. “Have you guys heard yet? About the dead girl?”

I felt all my blood leave my face, “Dead girl?”

This girl’s blood surely isn’t as pretty as yours.

“Yeah!” Wooyoung nodded enthusiastically, “Apparently one of the students here was found last night, deader than a doornail.”

“What happened?” San asked curiously.

“They say it's manslaughter. They found her with her throat slit but that’s not even the worst part.” Wooyoung leaned in conspiratorially. “They found some serrated fingers stuffed into her mouth.”

And if his fingers so happen to slip into your mouth, you know how good you are at sucking on them.

I dropped my phone and then quickly picked it up off the ground. “Um, I really gotta get to class. There’s some questions I've been meaning to ask the professor. You can catch up to me later, San. Bye Woo.”

I almost jogged into the school and quickly found my Geology lab. No one was there yet and I let out a sigh of relief. I needed a few moments to collect myself. My breathing was erratic and my heart was beating out of my chest. What the actual fuck was going on???

I got a message on my phone and practically jumped out of my skin when the vibration came from my back pocket. I shakily opened it up and read what the message said.

{8:02am} Private Number: Open your purse. I left a gift there for you

I unslung my purse from around my body and unzipped it. I glanced inside and then felt myself get lightheaded. I dropped my purse and out rolled a pinky finger. I stuffed my hand into my mouth to muffle the sobs that were threatening to escape.

My phone vibrated from onto the counter that I had left it on. I was in too deep now. I had to check it.

{8:07am} Private Number: This is my pinky promise to you that I’ll see you soon. Get it? Pinky promise? 🤭

I grabbed the pinky finger with a plastic glove the professor had for handling precious rocks. I wrapped it up in it and put it back in my purse. I couldn't put it in the garbage, what if someone found it?

{8:10am} Private Number: See you soon 😘

I rushed to the garbage and threw up. Why was this happening to me???

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Scream ༊*·˚ Part 4

༊*·˚Admin Lulu Presents~ ༊*·˚Pairing: Choi San x Lulu (OC) 1st pov x Park Seonghwa ༊*·˚Genre/Trope/Au: smut, horror, established relationship, scream au, college au ༊*·˚Rating: R rated, +18 MDNI ༊*·˚Warnings: mentions blood, gore, death, knives, violence ༊*·˚Kinks: wet dreams, blood play, knife play, consensual somnophilia, penetrative sex with a condom, exhibitionism, biting, praise, degradation, begging ༊*·˚Word Count: 1,809 ༊*·˚Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider ༊*·˚Synopsis: When a killer begins to target students of my college--and also starts calling me to brag about it--San is there to comfort me. But throw in his creepy best friend and my world begins to crumble around me ༊*·˚Part Three ||| All Posts

I was in an empty room, barren of any details. Where was I? How did I get here?

"Lulu~" Someone was calling my name but I didn't recognize the voice. I turned in circles but couldn't tell where it was coming from--or who.

"Come on, beautiful, don't you want to play with me? We have so much fun!" A figure in a black robe and scream face mask suddenly appeared.

"Don't wanna play," I pouted.

The killer cocked his head. "But I've already killed everyone. So the only fun thing to do is to play with you."

Fear spiked through me. "What do you want from me?"

The Killer pulled his large knife from behind his back and it was dripping with blood. "My knife is still bloody but my dick is hard. Why don't you come sit on my lap?" A high-back chair appeared and he sat down on it, patting his lap.

I dutifully sat astride him and could feel how stiff he was under me. I removed the scream face mask and there was Seonghwa. "Did you kill all those people for me?"

"You underestimate our dedication to you," Seognhwa murmured, cupping my face tenderly.

I assumed the "us" part was some type of split personality. One part was the student and best friend Seonghwa and the other was the killer. I canted my hips teasingly, "I don't underestimate it now."

"Lick my knife?" Seonghwa offered creepily, raising the bloody weapon to my face.

I dutifully licked it like I would have licked his dick and he groaned at the visual. "Wanna slit someone's throat and have the blood spray all over your tits. Wanna fuck you with someone else's blood on your naked body. Wouldn't that be hot? Would you love that?"

I grinded down on Seonghwa, getting turned on by his words. Everything in me knew that this was wrong but it also felt so right. “Would you do that for me? I would love that.”

“That’s my girl,” Seonghwa grinned crookedly before pulling up the robe so I could sink down on his dick.

He didn't stretch me but rather slid right in but he did hit the end of me and that made me excited. “I wanna bounce on your dick with that blood dripping down my body,” I whined. I bounced on his dick but I couldn't get anywhere with my orgasm. The more I swiveled my hips, the more Seonghwa’s face stretched until his grin was larger than physically possible.

“Maybe that’s why you can’t come. Because you’re a creepy girl and you need the fear factor to cum,” He giggled.

I gasped and woke up from my weird ass nightmare. The news had just broke that the killer was using a black robe and a scream face mask to hide his identity, or their identity depending on which theory you believed at the moment, and so I knew why that was in my dream. But why had I imagined it was Seonghwa?

The sexual part of my dream also made sense because San’s hand was down the front of my shorts, rubbing my pussy from behind me. He whimpered into my shoulder and thrusted his boner against my ass. It was honestly my favorite way to wake up, something that we had both discussed beforehand and I had insisted he do this when he was feeling horny in the morning. Except it had bled into my dream and that made me slightly grumpy.

“Sannie,” I cooed, unable to dump all my internal issues on him at the moment.

“Think you’re wet enough to take me?” He asked, “Wanna fuck you slowly from behind, please.”

“Is Seonghwa gone?” I murmured.

“Dunno,” San responded quietly, “But he doesn’t care.”

“I care about him hearing us, San,” I said with an undertone of seriousness.

“Lulu,” San whined, “I’ll be quiet. I promise. He doesn’t have to hear a thing. I need you.”

I was so fucking wet for him. The dream didn’t help but San was still rubbing circles into my clit and I really wanted him to fuck me from behind. “Yeah but will I be able to?”

San chuckled lowly against my shoulder. “No.”

I sighed. “Put a condom on, I don’t want a messy morning.”

San was quick to accept and before I knew it, my shorts were wiggled down past my ass and legs and San was holding one of my legs up so he could get better access to me from behind. He eased into me and even though I was plenty wet, his girth always meant he had to go slow. I hissed as he stretched me but it felt so good. My lower half was already throbbing from my fucked up dream. I needed this release or I’d be suffering all day.

“You take me so well,” San whined once he bottomed out.

“I love when you fill me up,” I moaned.

“Careful,” San sang in my ear, “Seonghwa might hear you.” Unfortunately, I couldn't hide the way my cunt clenched when San said that into the shell of my ear. “Or do you like the idea of that, hmmm, Babe?” San pulled out but paused, causing me to whine his name quietly. “Should I fuck you so hard that Seonghwa has no choice but to overhear us?” His hips snapped and I choked on a moan. “I know you like it fast and hard but does Seonhgwa?” He pulled out slowly, his cock dragging along my walls, and then he snapped forward again. I moaned incoherently again. “Want that big weirdo to be thinking about how great your pussy is that I fuck it before I go to school?”

I couldn't keep quiet anymore. San was doing something to me. I didn’t know if it was because my horny side was so fucked up, the way this killer was mind-fucking me with the dark side of me, but whatever was going on, I was here for it. I could hear the wet, squelching noises coming from my cunt as San fucked me slow and hard. I could feel my nipples getting pert at the idea of Seonghwa wishing it was his cock deep inside of me.

“Saaaaaannnnnnnn,” I drug out his name as he fucked me good. His teeth came down on my shoulder and he whined as his own climax began to grow. The way the both of us were getting off on the idea that Seonghwa could hear us and might be getting his own dirty thoughts… We really were two peas in a pod.

“Such a good little slut for my cock,” San murmured into my shoulder.

I was past the point of having any pride or arguments. San was making me feel so fucking good and all I cared about was reaching my high. “Please,” I whined.

“Please, what?” San grunted from behind me, relentless in his pace.

“Please can this good little slut come?” I whimpered, worried that San could actually deny me if he wanted to. He had before. It wasn’t unlike him to edge me until I was a crying mess. He liked knowing how desperate I was for him.

But he was horny this morning and nothing was stopping him from climaxing. “You gonna come for me, Babe? You going to be so loud we get another complaint from the neighbors? You wanna scream Seonghwa’s name to fuck with him?” San chuckled as I clenched down on him at the last part. “Come on then, show him how well I fuck you. Scream my name.”

One final snap of San’s hips and San and I were done. He shouted and I moaned. My pussy milked him for all he was worth and he slowed down his own thrusts as he came down from his high. We were both panting but we were both satisfied.

“Alright Babe, I’m gonna get a shower. You wear me out.” San pulled out, slapped my ass and then naked as the day he was born, padded to the ensuite.

Once San closed the door of the bathroom, my phone dinged. I glanced at the screen and read the notification from my lockscreen.

{9:26am} Private Number: Did your Sannie fuck you good?

I snatched my phone off its charging pad and stared at it. How the fuck did this killer know everything, everything??? I tried discarding my phone but then another text came in.

{9:28am} Private Number: Don’t ignore me beautiful, you know how my temper is

{9:29pm} Me: What do you want?

{9:30am} Private Number: I could fuck you better than him

{9:31am}Me: I don’t want to find out

{9:32am} Private Number: You’re such a liar, beautiful

{9:33am} Me: This is fucked up

{9:34am} Private Number: Because we’re fucked up

{9:35am} Me: I’m not running around killing people

{9:36am} Private Number: No but you’re getting off on it

{9:37am} Me: only because you made me

{9:39am} Private Number: That's the second lie today. When are you going to be honest with yourself?

{9:40am} Me: fuck you

{9:41am} Private Number: Soon

{9:42am} Private Number: You’re getting close to being able to experience us together

{9:43am} Me: What do you mean?!

{9:44am} Private Number: Soon

San came out of the ensuite with just a towel on his head. He rubbed his hair dry while texting on his phone. Still, he spoke to me, “I’ve got a class to get to before lunch time. Seonghwa said he’ll stay here with you.”

I made a face and San rolled his eyes. “I have to go to class! Someone needs to stay here in case the killer calls again, right?”

Obviously I hadn't told San about the last phone call. I relented. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Then? Seonghwa will stay. He doesn’t have any classes today. And maybe this is for the better. If you guys could get to know each other a little bit more, maybe you would stop acting so weird around him.”

“Me act weird around him?” I demanded, “He’s the one that--”

San took two steps towards me and covered my mouth with his hand. “He’s in the next room, remember?” he hissed at me. I wilted in San’s grip and his eyes grew sympathetic. “Seriously. He’s got a soft spot for you and only you. I don’t know why but he does. Just let him be nice to you. That’s a start, at least.”

He released me and raised an eyebrow at me in question. “I’ll be good,” I said in a defeated tone.

“That’s my girl,” He said with a smile and then went to find some clothes. Why did that sound like something the killer would say to me…?

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