#apparition

Like you predicted, your real estate agent hadn’t stayed long after you signed the necessary papers and had the keys in your hand. She scurries away without even giving you a passing glance. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that her actions are never a good sign - but this was your home now and so far everything was good. You managed to move all of your stuff in. You were buying new furniture and pinterest was where you first looked for inspiration - the sunroom being your first project.

You hadn’t minded that people avoided your home like the plague. The mailman never walked past the gates, neither did any of your delivery drivers. They’d drop your packages right outside your gate and nearly run back to their vans. Children often stood outside your home whispering amongst one another and ran whenever they saw you - but kids will be kids.

It didn’t take long for you to hear things in the middle of the night. Weird things like the floor boards creaking - footsteps? In your mind, nothing could get to you if you dimmed the lights in your room and put on white noise, right?

As time went on, you realized that things weren’t where you left them. Why were all of the kitchen cabinets open in the morning? Why were your keys close to the back door? You swore you left them in the foyer. Why did your doors randomly close when you’d leave them open?

A breeze in the air, you’d tell yourself. Even if all of your windows were closed.

After another few months in your new home, you decided that you were ready for company. You had been dating someone for close to a year now. He lived nearly an hour away and whenever he was in town, you always decided to see him at his hotel instead of him visiting your home. This week, however, he finally decided on staying with you. 

You’re unsure why, as your boyfriend entered your home, he began to feel nauseous. His stomach churned and his mouth watered, tongue throbbing. His head was next, claiming that it was pounding as if his brain was going to burst from his skull. The craziest part was the sweat that pooled down his forehead. “Can you turn the air on?” he asked, sitting himself on your couch.

You waved off his concerns that something was touching him. “It’s just me.” you’d say, giggling nervously to yourself. You’d brush his arm at random times whenever he began to tense up. He’d tell you that your hands were always warm instead of the freezing gripping ones.

There was no denying that your home had a sort of entity in it. You ignored the signs all together - the windows that would open and close on their own at random times of the day. The heavy footsteps that would climb up and down the stairs - sometimes you’d even hear them right outside your bedroom door. You’re only lucky that your boyfriend has stopped hearing them. He began sleeping through the night besides you, his breathing steady.

You, however, couldn’t sleep. You decided that a late night bath wouldn’t hurt. You’d play calming music through your speaker - low so it wasn’t too loud to startle your sleeping boyfriend. You add a bit of eucalyptus to your bath to help calm you further.

Your eyes were closed, body resting in the tub. The water is hot against your skin. You even added candles. Your mind attempts to ease itself away from the home you’ve bought for yourself and the weird happenings that occur.

You hadn’t realized that you were snoozing into unconsciousness until you’re jolted awake by a cool hand sliding past your naked chest. The hand is firm, gripping your breast harshly. Your eyes flutter open, your mouth parting to let out a slight sigh.

You were expecting to see your boyfriend crouching beside the bathtub. Instead, you saw no one. Your body raises up, your head turning from side to side in the candle-lit bathroom, eyes growing wide with alarm. A sudden alertness flows through you as the gripping against your breast grows cold until it subsides altogether. 

You get out of the bath quickly, not even bothered to drain the water. You wrap a towel around your body, scurrying towards the closed bathroom door. Your wet palm wraps around the handle and you open it with haste, but just as fast as you open it, does it slam shut.

You shriek when your towel is yanked from your body. You’re pushed right against the bathroom door,  your breast firmly against it. Your thighs are forced apart, a pressure right between your legs.

“Get him out of my house.”

The voice that speaks to you is both deep and demanding - and utterly pissed. It causes goosebumps to run along your skin, a shudder dancing up your spine. Your beating heart drums against your chest.

Right when your lips part to let out another shriek, a cool hand clasps on it. You’re silenced and your teary eyes are widening with shock and fear. Your mind races with far  too many thoughts for you to concentrate on any of them.

“Get.” the voice returns, booming through your eardrums. “Him. Out.”

The bathroom door opens. The supernatural hold upon your vanishes as fast as it came and your body gives out. You fall onto the hardwood floor, your hands barely managing to capture you. 

Your boyfriend wakes up to your erratic  sobs as you enter your bedroom. You crawled, your legs trembling. You can still feel the cold hands upon your skin - and your boyfriend’s eyes widen when he turns on the bedside lamp. “What the fuck?” he gasps, eyes roaming around your bare skin. You’re shivering, the hair on your arms standing straight. What startles him to the core are the visible bruising on your soft skin - handmarks.

“Y-You need to leave.” you gasp out.

“What?” your boyfriend hisses, frantic eyes looking right through your terrified ones. “We need to leave. Your skin is covered in-”

Your boyfriend attempts to touch you, but he flinches away when an invisible force slams against his wrist. His eyes nearly bulged out of its sockets, flinching away from seemingly nothing. For a moment, he’s staring into the open space, his wrist stinging with a cool roughness. He doesn’t realize he’s trembling himself until his eyes connect back with yours. 

“Y/N…” your boyfriend trails off, a slight chatter in his teeth.

“You need to go.” your voice is so low. You feel so exposed on the floor of your bedroom. Not only exposed, but vulnerable in front of your boyfriend and an unseen force.

“I…I can’t leave you here with whatever this thing is.” your boyfriend murmurs as if the lower he speaks, it would be a secret between the two of you and not the entity in the home. “It’s going to kill you, Y/N. Look at your body.”

You don’t want to, but your eyes slowly trail down to your arms. They’re covered in handmarks that appear to sink right through your arm. You inhale through your nose to refrain from letting out another shriek. You didn’t want to further anger the entity.

“I-I’ll be fine.”

You weren’t sure if that was entirely true. Your heart is beating so fast that you’re sure it’d explode. Your body is damp from the bath, but you’re entirely cold, shivering on the floor pathetically naked. 

“He…he doesn’t want you here.”

Your boyfriend blinks a few times, his eyebrows knitting together.

“He?”

You feel far more exposed, a familiar shiver running up and down your spine. There was no doubt - the voice you heard belonged to a man. It was deep and husky, voice stern and final. He didn’t want your boyfriend in your - or his - home. As long as you’ve lived here, you haven't been physically harmed until now.

Your boyfriend looks at you as if you’re insane - and maybe you were. You were willing to stay here with whatever entity if it meant that he would be alright. You were far too frightened to fight against said entity, unsure of what he’ll do if you tried to leave with him.

“Are you sure-”

Your eyes snap shut when the glass vase that sat on your dresser is sent hurling towards your boyfriend. It clashes against his temple, shattering instantly. Your arms cover your face as the glass scatters, some even grazing across your bare thighs. Your eyes flutter open, witnessing your boyfriend on his back, a gash on the side of his head. His eyes are fluttering, not focusing on anything. You notice the blood leaking through his hand as he attempts to hold the wound. His palms are trembling, chest rising and falling.

You crawl towards him, barely managing to dodge the glass on the floor. You place a hand onto his chest, gasping as he begins to fall unconscious. “No…” you trail off, shaking your head. A hand trails up to his cheek, gently shaking his head to wake him up. “...no, no…!”

Your hair is yanked, so rough that your neck jerks in the same direction. Your hands fly to your hair in an attempt to soothe the pulling, but you cannot fight against unseen force. 

Glass pierces against your skin as the force drags you away from your boyfriend - only a few feet. He pushes you away once you reach your mirror. It’s a floor length mirror that faces your bed. Sometimes , you’d avoid looking at it at night, skeptical of what you possibly could find. 

“Please don’t hurt me.” you plead with the unseen force, cowering by your mirror. You were always vulnerable to this entity, but even before you weren’t frightened. Even when the red flags were all there - the knocking on your walls, the footsteps and misplacement of your stuff. The way everyone avoided your home all together - all signs you chose to ignore to not think too deep into it. 

Now, said avoidance was going to cost your life.

“Would you be sad if I killed him?” 

You're far too terrified to look up and face the unseen force. You continue to cower. “Please don’t.” you murmur, so soft and meek - utterly pathetic. “We’ll go-“

“No.” 

There’s a chill running up your slone. Instead of a shudder, it’s that of a hand - a large palm sliding up your back. 

“I want you to stay.” the deep voice speaks. Is it an illusion that you swear it softens? “I don’t want him here.”

You’re slightly speechless. Slowly, your head lifts, hair still wet and sticking to you sickly. You don’t see anything - you shouldn’t expect to. Could people actually see ghosts? Or was that just something that happened in movies? 

“I’m sorry.” you mumble, eyes roaming around the room. Your boyfriend lays unconscious not far away. You’re glad to see that his chest continues to rise and fall in subtle motions. “I didn’t know…that this was your home.”

“I know.”

The hand lays on the low of your back, fingers tapping against your skin. The goosebumps continue to prickle onto your skin, your body warming up even beneath his cool touch. 

“I like you, though. You’re brave.” 

You swallow. 

“You’ve ignored all my attempts to scare you away.” he says. 

You look away from your boyfriend and for a moment, you squeeze your eyes shut. This entity wasn’t upset with you. He didn’t like your boyfriend and you’re positive you understood why. The touching of your skin is subtle, but apparent. 

“What’s your n-name?” 

“Taehyung.” 

Taehyung. Your shoulders soften.

Taehyung watches you from where he’s at. His eyes skim over your naked body and marvels as if it isn’t something he’s witnessed time and time again. He’s watched you bathe countless times, the soapy water flowing down your sculptured body. It reminds him of a waterfall draping over stoned rocks, so beautiful to his sight that he was obsessed with watching you each and every time. 

Sure, in the beginning he was upset. How couldn’t he be? This was his home. He resided here for decades. He watched the way his home - that was nearly burned to the ground by fire decades ago - be rebuilt and rehomed countless times. As years dragged on, his home became modern, leaving behind the traditional look he adored. He grew bitter by the new families that stepped foot into his home and made it their own, changing features about it until he no longer saw himself in it.

You swallow, your throat dry and in a desperate need of water - or maybe the hardest liquor you could muster. 

“How long have you been here?”

You’ve never encountered a ghost before. You’re unsure what’s true and untrue about them. You couldn’t see him at the moment, but you could feel him. His touch is always cold, but at the moment, his touch is refreshing against your hot body. 

“Hm,” he says, as if thinking about the question. “decades. I’ve watched my home turn even more and more modern as the years dragged on.”

Taehyung watches the way your shoulders relax. He knows by your erratic heart that you’re still frightened - it isn’t everyday you talk to a ghost residing in your home. But you were becoming a bit more relaxed, and for that he was happy. 

“What’s the infatuation with grey and minimalism?” Taehyung questions, a disdain in his voice. “Very little color. No pictures that don’t fit their…aesthetic. A word I hear far too often by this new generation.”

At that, you couldn’t help but laugh. It’s weird, sitting here speaking to something you couldn’t see. Something that dragged you away from your bleeding and unconscious boyfriend.

At the realization, you were brought back to reality. Your eyes slowly creeping back to your boyfriend. He’s still breathing faintly, arms sprawled out. His wound continues to bleed, blood trickling out of his ears, as well.

“I do apologize that you’ve had to see that.” Taehyung says, clicking his tongue. “I don’t wish to frighten you.”

It was too late for that, wasn’t it? He’s shown you what he was capable of doing. He could hurt you any time he wanted to with little reason or effort. He would get away with it - a ghost cannot be convicted, after all.

“Your heart is beating fast. Your mind is racing.” Taehyung notes, his dark eyes watching you. He zones in on the hair on your skin. It continues to rise as you feel his presence close. “You’re scared of me.”

It shouldn’t upset him as much as it does. You were a human and naturally, you would be frightened. It’s hard enough as a woman to fight against a man, but Taehyung had his own advantages as a dead one.

“Can you blame me?” you’re bold enough to ask. “You…” you swallow, truly unknowing what’s going through your mind at the moment. Your emotions were all over the place. “...you’ve been haunting me this entire time and you…” your eyes cut to your boyfriend, not continuing the obvious elephant in the room.

“You call what I’ve been doing haunting?” scoffs Taehyung. “I’ve terrorized those who came into my home to the brink of insanity. A few open windows and slam doors is nothing!”

You’ve made him mad, you note. For a moment, his presence is gone, but you’re wiser to know that he isn’t. You can sense his eyes on you, your shivering body only increasing.

You yelp when your face is forced onto the polished hardwood. Your cheek throbs at the sudden harsh impact. 

You feel his large hand once more. This time it’s on your hip, forcing it up. Then, your thighs are forced apart, your naked body exposed to seemingly nothing. You struggle to push yourself away, but you’re unable to. 

“I’ve thought about terrorizing you to the brink of insanity.” Taheyung’s deep voice returns, this time behind you. “But I decided against it. It’s not fun when you're ignored.”

Your breathing increases when his hands are on the low of your back. The cool sensation against your radiating skin, causing the familiar goosebumps to return. Then, so slowly and tauntingly, does his hands move towards your ass. It’s gripped in his icy palm.

“Stop!” 

Your tone is hoarse, fully shocked in what’s happening. In how it was happening at all. Your body is hotter than before and you swear you’re going to pass out. 

Your sobs subside when you feel something between your legs. Cool to the touch like before and it slides right between your folds. 

“W-What are you doing?”

Your question is ignored by him. However, it should be painfully obvious. Your mind races with everything you know, or at least though you knew, about spirits and ghosts - entities and all. You wanted to scream out until you couldn’t anymore. To find a way to escape his supernatural hold onto you and get you and your boyfriend out of here.

A whimper releases from your lips. It comes from the back of your throat, raspy and full of uncomfortable pleasure. Your clit is pulsing, throbbing when it feels a cool pressure rubbing against it. Your fingernails dig into the hardwood, the polished floor doing nothing but allowing the nail to slide smoothly across it. 

Taehyung’s cock is hard against your throbbing clit. His throat rumbles with a groan, pleasure flowing throughout his being - the soul trapped within this very home. He doesn’t understand it himself on things he’s able to go as a spirit, but he concludes that overtime - and he had more than enough - of being trapped into this home, he has developed abilities that only time can form.

Taehyung rubs his tip against your wet clit, moistening it with your sweet arousal - one that you’re ashamed to produce, but it’s your body's natural response to him. Your body radiates the perfect amount of heat for a being like him and it’s just perfect - his frigidness combined with your warmth was a perfect yin-yang.

Tears swell in your eyes and you don’t blink them away - not until your vision blurs and you can no longer see your unconscious boyfriend in front of you. Your thighs tremble on their own as pleasure shoots throughout you, and Taehyung can feel it just as much as you can. Your wet cunt, so warm against his cock that he finds he can no longer hold himself back.

Something thick and heavy enters you. It causes your eyes to widen, the tears now fully dropping down your flushed cheeks. Your body warms with humiliation, your pussy stretching to fit Taehyungs - this entity - cock inside of you. A familiar shudder runs up your spine, a chill running inside of you now.

Yet another whimper comes from those sweet lips, Taehyung notes. His hips crack forward, cool hands gripping yours in his hands possessively, not allowing you any chance to escape him - even if you did, he was far stronger than you were. Both physically and spiritually. 

Your pussy squeezes around him in a way he hasn’t felt in decades. Your breast slide against the cold hardwood, your face barely able to lift up due to the harsh pounding he’s doing. Your mind continues to race, your eyes rolling and fluttering. You’re in utter disbelief, your heart pounding so loudly out your chest. You had to be dreaming now, your consciousness fully in a nightmare scenario for something like this to transpire.

Your fluttering eyes focus on your boyfriend who begins to stir, but otherwise doesn’t wake. You couldn’t help but let out a cry of pleasure when the cock impaling you goes deeper, hitting spots you never knew was possible. His pace is brutal and completely bruising, your pussy squelching loudly and seemingly, the only thing that you hear - besides the entity's own moans.

Your eyes finally focus on the mirror ahead of you. You look at yourself, cheeks stained with tears and eyes puffy and red, yet full of uncomfortable pleasure. Your hair is a mess, damn and all over the place. But what captures your eyes is the man behind you.

Taehyung.

His skin is a bit tannish, seemingly glowing underneath the light of your bedroom. His hair is dark and wavy, long enough to hide his eyebrows, but what little you do see of them, you note that they’re full and thick, especially near the end of them. As if noticing you staring right at him through the mirror, Taehyung’s eyes, dark and fox-like, glances your way. You gasp for a moment, a familiar heat running through you that shoots all the way to your stomach, then your core. Taehyung notices it, too, the way your cunt clenches even harder around him that it has him chuckling. 

“I didn’t want to present myself to you so soon.” Taehyung’s lips move in the mirror, and you only hear what he says when your mind repeats it in your head - over and over again.

Your body is flipped so you’re now on your back - and face to face with the ghostly being on top of you. You gasp once more, your mind still not being able to wrap around what exactly you were looking at. Or who.

Taehyung, your mind repeats. He’s in front of you now, seemingly glowing quite luminously, yet translucent. 

Your heart thumps in your chest when a pair of heart-shaped lips wrap around your nipples, tugging and suckling onto them. The cock continues inside of you. Arousal pools around your thighs, coating them entirely and now, you cannot hold in the moans.

What was wrong with you?

Why did Taehyung’s appearance - that could be nothing more than a deceptive illusion - make your pussy throb even more? Why did it want you to continue on with this?

Why did you want more?

Maybe you were going insane, you think. This was going to be the end before you died - if this wasn’t an erotic nightmare like you initially thought. 

“You love the way I’m fucking you.”

Taehyung’s deep voice rings through your ears. Your eyes flutter open to see him watching you, a handsome face mimicking your own pleasured one.

You felt like you were going to explode, your already tight cunt squeezing even more around him. This was wrong, you think. You were getting fucked by an entity while your boyfriend laid unconscious just a few feet away.

And you were enjoying it.

You wanted more.

And more Taehyung gave you. His cock bullied its way inside of you, pounding deep and hard until you’re now squealing loudly, no longer caring about your boyfriend. Your mind is clouded with him, a supernatural effect taking place.

“Look at you, about to cum again.” a deep voice mocks. You hadn’t realized Taehyung had put you in another position - one that has you hovering directly above your boyfriend. If he would to wake up now, he would see nothing but your gaping cunt being fucked by seemingly nothing - it excited you even more.

“My little human,” he murmurs, a possessive grip on your neck that would surely leave marks, but neither of you cared. “All mine. All mine to fuck whenever I want, right?”

Your squelching cunt releases more creamy arousal, your thighs and now legs soaked with it entirely. Your mind has sense gone blink and before you know it, you’re nodding your head.  “All yours. Only yours.” you slur.

“Y/N,”

There’s a bright light in your face, one that has your eyes squeezing even tighter. Your body aches, but your body is covered in warmth.

“You’ve been asleep for a long time.”

Your eyes begin to flutter open, attempting to focus on anything. Your throat is dry and you don’t even attempt to speak.

The voice is your boyfriend. He sits at the edge of your bed, dressed entirely differently. Your eyes focus on his face, your blood running cold.

“Why are you looking at me  like that?” he asks you, eyebrows knitting together. “I made breakfast hours ago. It’s cold now. You must’ve been tired.”

You’re still dumbfounded. Was everything an actual nightmare? Taehyung and all? Your boyfriend doesn’t appear to be hurt at all and he’s looking at you as if you’re the crazy one.

“Get up and wash up. I’ll just take you out for lunch instead.” he says, placing a hand on your covered leg. He proceeds to get up and out the room, closing the door behind him.

Your eyes roam around the room. There’s no glass shattered or blood stains. There’s no mess that’s caused by you or Taehyung.

You push the covers off of your body, your aching legs bringing you off of your bed. You head towards your mirror - the same one you were fucked in front of. Your eyes stare at the bruising onto your skin - one that’s only visible in the mirror and not on your skin in the slightest. Hand marks around your neck, obviously put there by the entity himself.

Your heart thumps with…excitement? You’re unsure how you feel about it, but at least you know you aren’t insane like you thought you were - and you couldn’t wait to see Taehyung again.