Abbys Abs❤️

Your friend squealed at you, shaking your shoulders as she smiled happily. This night was really only thanks to her, after all. Her cheeks were a feverish blush, and her breath was intoxicated by the flavored drinks that were offered in the entrance. You refused them, and it seemed to have saved you the embarrassing shouts of admiration like the crowd. 

It was by pure luck your friend, Regina, won a pair of tickets to the Saja Boys concert. For one, you’ve never listened to the boy band, and you certainly didn’t plan to. It was particularly due to the fandom you would say, especially with all the weird stuff people would do to get their attention. Your friend was one, to say the least, but she had sense in herself to still know her actions. 

“Thank you again for inviting me!” You had to shout, especially because of the loudness of the crowd, but it still wasn’t enough for her to hear. Regina’s fist pumped into the air, her red lips hooting along with the song, Soda Pop.

Your gaze watched the abbed violet-haired man, whose name was funny enough to be “Abs”. His figure danced with inhuman grace, his legs and arms swinging at a perfect rhythm. His shirt was close to bursting at the seams, buttons ready to pop off like popcorn. 

You felt weird, and you swore you probably were the only one in the entire crowd gaping. It was for a split second you locked eyes with the incubus, his gaze making you slutry as he palmed his face. 

“You’re my little soda pop!”

His lips spilled the final lines of the song, his beautiful eyes staring right into your soul. Swallowing thickly, your day dream was interrupted by Regina, who shook you eagerly.

”Babe! They’re gonna call fans upstage! Oh my fuck!! Jump like you want it!”

Before you could ask, a hand reached down on you. Fair skin led up to a sly grin, and you were met with the honey fox eyes of a pink-haired man. You couldn’t react fast enough as another fan pushed you away, launching themselves at the singer. 

“Romance! I love you so much! You’re—“

The fan began spilling a montage of words as she was taken upstage, along with a few others to make some quotes of encouragement.

“What the fuck? That whore!” 

You were confused, seeing Regina clutch your elbow as she pointed at the woman, “She fucking stole your spotlight! I’m gonna fuck her up—“

Laughing, you replied, “It’s fine, I’m not a fan anyway.” 

Your attention was snuffly shaken, seeing some people tumble a quarter to your left. Why were they passing out so soon? Maybe it’s that “fuck around and find out” vibe that pulled you in, so you snaked through the crowd, making your way to the center no one paid a mind to.

“Hey!” You shouted, waving at the faces of the fallen, “Are you guys—“

“Don’t worry about that miss, we’ll take care of them!”

The overly eager voice behind you made you jolt, so turning, you were met with one of the ticketmasters you saw at the entrance. There was something ominous about the staff, and you wouldn’t dare say it was because of their face. People are unique, so having one eye way bigger than the latter shouldn’t concern you. The red-dressed man smiled lovingly at you, making a shooing motion at your figure;

”Seems like they got a little too excited, huh?” He joked, his laugh an awkward choke, “Please, go back to enjoying the show.”

You raise a brow, concerned, “But—“

Almost instantly, you were tossed a bunch of light sticks and Saja Boy merch. You frowned, staring at the heap of pastel colors as he continued;

“Here’s some merch for the inconvenience! And a ticket for a private session with one of the boys,” he giggled, pushing your back toward the crowd again, “Bye bye!”

Your shoulders bumped through rows of people, seeming endless as you tried to find your way back to Regina. However, it was useless with the heavy mess being carried by your arms. Sighing, you made your way to the entrance all over again. The show was nice while it lasted, probably not the best experience but it was definitely something.

The crowds seemed almost diminished when you neared the entrance. Vendors stood by the walls, scrolling endlessly on their phones as photo cards and other “exclusive” merchandise was on display. It was much quieter in here, if you would ignore the muffled singing that is.

You found a small seating area near the food court, so you made yourself comfortable and dumped your load. Looking at your watch, it was nearly midnight, making your curse. Tomorrow you had to work an early morning shift at the grocery store.

“Maybe Larry will give me a break today,” you mutter, as you pull out your phone, ringing for Regina. There was no pickup, and you were sent straight to voicemail;

“This is juicy pussy Regina! Smooch! Smooch! Leave a message and I might just reply!”

A small chuckle leaves your lips, her voice was ever so soothing to the virgin ear. You closed the Phone tab, staring at the Home Screen of you and your best friend at a cafe. God, you wouldn’t know what you would do without her.

In the corner of your eyes, you spot a flash of purple. But this speculation could’ve easily been your eyes messing with you. You peek at the corner of the hall, completely disobeying the “Employees Only” sign. Your nose quickly picked up a burning smell, like old cinderwood. Maybe they’re making s’mores? Don’t be stupid, you say to yourself, who in the right mind would do that in a place like this?

Before you could walk into the curiosity, you hear the tumbling squeals of fans bursting into the hallway. The show must’ve ended, and you took the chance to find Regina. Almost immediately you found her. Like c’mon, how hard was it to find a ball of sunshine?

She was cheering with one hand with the crowd, and swishing her purple drink with the other. The moment you open your mouth to call her, your ears felt like they were drowning out. Your smile drops, and your lashes flutter as your heart sinks. What’s going on with me? The hairs on the back of your neck stood, and you turn behind you, seeing the man you gawked at on the stage.

God, was he so handsome up close. His brows had a flare to them, and so neatly shaved. His fair skin complimented his eyes, which for some reason glared into your very being. His lips were also a pretty pink, were they plush too? It felt so tempting to reach out and touch his figure; to feel every curve and rigid muscle below your fingertips quake at your touch.

“You’re…” you whisper, knowing that he couldn’t hear you over the eager leaving of the crowd.

Another hand touched your shoulder, and it makes you jump as you see the Ticketmaster giggle at you.

“Hehe, sorry for the trouble miss,” the odd man says, letting a bead of sweat trail down his forehead, “Y-you enjoy your—“

He didn’t get to finish as he sprinted away, taking a sharp turn to the “Employees Only” section. You were confused, not knowing where to point or what to say. The other man before you had an ease on his face now, making him nearly impossible to imagine ever glaring at you.

“You lost, sweetheart?” he grins, raising a brow as he strolls to you, “You’re pretty much the only one left here, y’know?”

You snap out of your daze at the nickname.

“Excuse me,” you snap, “I’m y/n to—“

“Ah, well I guess I was supposed to know that when I just met you now?” he chuckled, getting a little too close for comfort. There was something about his persona that made you step back. Or how else did you get goosebumps? “You’re one of the singers, no?” you continue, grimacing as you begin to pick up your items, “How could you even be popular when you have people passing out here? This is utterly insane, and your show is too! You’re out here practically dancing like you’re giving thousands of people a lap dance! Like for the love of—“

“But, you still watched didn’t you?”

He was sly with his answers, and his height allowed him to look down on you. Yet, little did you know.

You were like a little angel from where he stood on the stage. Your eyes wide and shining, making him near skip a beat in his routine. The smell of sweet hibiscus and coconut radiated from you, your soul flickering and igniting the moment you locked eyes. It took nearly every fiber of his being to hold himself back from pouncing on you, to hold you and keep you for himself. Hell, he didn’t care if it ruined the image the crew built. He wanted you, no, needed you. Years of deprivation and guilt led him away from love. And the moment he saw you? He felt destined for it again. You were simply a reincarnating human, after all. A human that made his primal instincts rejuvenate his adrenaline. Fuck, it’s like he can’t even keep it in his pants. He couldn’t even stand it when your soul was already being snatched a few minutes ago.

Your cute lips furl to a growl, “That’s not the point! This is why—“

Your phone rings, making you curse as you unlock your device. Abs watches you, his eyes glancing at all directions slowly. If he wanted to, he can reach out for you now.

Don’t play with toys you can’t keep.

His glare tracked the voice down to the dark corridor, envisioning the demon king scowling. Abs retaliated, almost snarling;

It’s my toy to collect, can’t we all have a little fun before the end of the world?

You place your phone near your ear, eyeing down at the horribly handsome man as you talk;

“Hello? Someone better be dying because I’m in the middle of—“

“Pretty lady has passed out,” a German-ish female accent says, “Ragina says call ‘baby girl’ on telephone.”

A string pulls at your heart, you only forget about her for a split second and now she’s out cold. Rubbing your temples, you turn away from the man;

“Is she in the parking lot?…Yeah? Okay I’ll be right there….We’re in section D, where the—…yes, exactly!,” You turn back, ending the conversation before hanging up, “Thank you, miss—.”

However, the singer was already gone. The final people have already left the stadium and the vendors were already packing.

“Where did he go?” you mutter. You didn’t even get to finish your petty argument. Like truly, who even enjoys shows like these?

A week flies by since the concert. The moments replay in your head; the awful feelings and strange experiences keep you up at night. That is, until you tell Regina.

The sun made her skin sparkle and her hair shine a beautiful color. The sun’s heat beats down on you, though you luckily put sunscreen in your routine today. Today, the coffee shop was bustling with people. Mentally, you’ve already tallied thirty-two people ordering an iced Americano. Oh wait, make that thirty-three now. Your sandals flip-flopped on your feet as you fidgeted, waiting for your story to process through the network in your friends head. Sighing, you rested your chin on your knuckles;

“Like, what do I do? I mean the concert was ok…”

Regina was watching wet beads trail down her cold cup as she hummed.

“Baby, I was drunk,” she began, frowning, “But like, that shit sounds awful. People passing out and gut-wrenching feelings? That’s like, fuck I don’t know. Final Destination kinda?”

“Reggie, seriously mama.” you groaned, “Am I just crazy? Like too damn sensitive?”

“I don’t know, but meeting that Abs guy was lowkey the most interesting part,” she smirked, her finger twirling around her locks, “Say, given the chance…would you date him?”

You scoff, kicking her below the dainty table, “You slut! I don’t want to talk about him! He’s named after a muscle—“

“But the way you described him is way better than those one night stands you’ve had y’know? You’re always like ‘he had black hair, his dick was small’ or ‘he had blond hair, his dick was ok.’”

“That’s not relevant!” you blush, standing immediately, “I’m going home!”

Regina shrugs, “The more you deny it baby, the more horny you get.” She swivels her frappuccino, mixing the melted whip cream with whatever was left of the blend;

“Even a dildo won’t help you, just get it out of your system and talk to him maybe,” she drinks, standing up and tossing the plastic in the bin, “You got that free ticket to see them privately, no?”

“I already tested my ‘fuck around and find out’ vibe, and it’s already got me overthinking.” you take your keys out your purse, joining Regina to the lot, “Maybe I am just overthinking it.”

“I don’t know mama, but if you do get horny, I reccomend getting those big tentacle monster dildos and watching creampie compil—

“Shut the fuck up!”

The whole car ride to her place was just about sex and TV shows. That’s the freedom you love, especially with a friend who doesn’t judge. You drop her off early at her apartment. You only stay awhile in the sanctuary for another drink and to binge Love Island— and then you make your leave. It’s nearly night fall and the weather had cooled down to its usual Korean average.

Your head bops as you sing to the new Huntrix song, and you move the steering wheel to the left to drive into your parking lot. Your apartment was much smaller than your friend’s , but you at least liked the sound proof walls. The door made a sweet chime sound when you entered, and you greeted Meryl, the landlord.

“Good day today, y/n?” the old lady asked, passing you your mail from your box, “You got a letter and some bills. And oh! You have a package at your door!”

“Thank you,” you smiled, taking it gently as you walk to the elevator, “I had a good day today, so you have a good night Mrs. Meryl!”

During the ride up, you flipped through your cards; bill for the light, bill for the water, and a letter from…well, it didn’t have an address. The elevator door opened as you shoved the bills under your elbow, and opened the blank one.

It read as followed;

I found you.

Okay what the actually fucking fuck fuck. You turned the page, seeing nothing but those three words staring ominously at you. Heck, you even peer into the envelope again, but nothing else was inside.

You look up in the hallway, feeling as if you were going crazy.

“Maybe I do need a good dicking,” you grumble, crumpling the paper and letter into your fist.

A big brown box lay at your door, changing your mood to a grin. Oh, it came! Giggling like a school girl who just got given flowers, you made your way inside your home. The laundry machine was making a noisy tumbling sound, which meant that it was probably almost ready. You set the cards and crumpled letter down on the kitchen table, to which you make note to read them later.

You dandily skip to the knives, picking the smallest of the bunch and taking it back to the box. You plop down onto the soft carpet, humming the Golden song as you slice through the tape. A white instruction paper is laid on top, but you toss it immediately. Who doesn’t know how to use sex toys, after all?

You recently won a box of sex toys through a suspicious website months ago, and you believed that you were scammed when it didn’t come within the said two weeks. But now you’re happily tossing furry cuffs, anal beads, odd stuff you don’t know how they worked (maybe this is where the manual came in), and endless vibrators. Finally, you reached for a dildo.

The very thing your friend described to you. She’s a freak, but a very smart freak. The tentacle was floppy in your hands, yet the suction cup in the bottom was nice and sturdy. It had a lavender tip and faded into a hot pink at the base. You already felt a warm buzz in your heat; you needed it in you, now.

Looking side to side as if someone were to peek at your windows, you scurried into your room. You held the tentacle in your teeth as you pulled your skirt off and tossed your panties out the door. Another mental note to pick those up when you’re done.

Your room was a cozy size. Your queen bed was right smack by the door, and it was filled to the brim with teddy bears of failed relationships. You simply didn’t have the heart to throw them away, it wasn’t their fault they looked like your ex. The tiled flooring was cold to your feet as you took off your socks and shoes, setting them carefully under your bed.

You turned on the TV for white noise, and you sat on floor, planting the dildo on the tile. With heaving breaths you began to imagine a scenario; him. You wanted to be folded by him so bad, to feel your legs be pressed all the way down and watch your tummy bulge as his fat cock impaled you slowly. Silently, you rubbed your clit, writing Abs on it and imagining his tongue spelling his name all over your thighs. Or his real name, that you didn’t know. A soft moan escapes your lips as you move your index and middle finger down to your aching hole. You spread your wetness all over the folds of your pussy, making it nice and lubed for the dildo.

Your lips almost burst as you bite into it, holding yourself back from saying his name. You don’t know why you wanted him, or why you finger yourself to the thought of him being every night. Maybe it’s the way he stared at you, telling you silent promises of what he’ll do to you later on.

You look at the dildo, frowning as you nudge it. It wiggled from where it stood, and it was nearly as big as your palm. He probably wasn’t that size though. You knew it.

“If only he knew how bad I’d slobber on his abs,” you curse, lifting your hips to the tip of the dildo, “And hump his boner as I—fuck—“

Another moan slips through your lips, interrupting your self-talk. The round ridges of the tentacle prodded at your walls, bending in your tight heat. This was better than anything you’ve had inside you, but not for long.

A ping is heard outside the hall, had your doorbell rung? You curse, pouting as you slip the dildo out you slowly.

“I’ll be back,” you whisper to the object, “Wait for me.”

You grab your black night robe from the edge of your bed, wrapping it around you tightly as you pass through the hallway. Mentally, you’re cleaning your hall, but you pause and look back. Skirt and…? Where the hell did your panties go?

“I’m coming!” you shout, hearing the persistent bell ringing, “Wait dammit!”

You fly open the wooden door, peering in the long corridor. But there was no one.

You look left.

You look right.

“Hello?”

Your voice only echoes down the hall. You made a step toward, but your toes hit a rolling object in front of you.

It was a severed head tied neatly with a red bow.

She looked awfully familiar.