#springtrap smut

Too sweet, too pretty. That was you, a ray of light in that pizzeria, helping the staff take care of the kids with an enchanting smile on your face, so beautiful and innocent that anyone would want to destroy you—including Steve… But who would’ve guessed? He’s so kind and sweet!

“Hehe! Hey! Calm down.” You teased the excited kids running around like little kittens. They held your soft hand and begged you to tell stories or join their games. You were their favorite, their little angel.

“You’re our mermaid!” one girl shouted while spinning around you, singing and giggling. You laughed and played along with the children, always drawing attention with your bright, adorable smile.

Always well-dressed and smelling amazing, you’re just too perfect—way too perfect for Steve, who watched you from the hallway. He could wrap his hand around your neck and snap it so easily. You looked like a doll, so beautiful and fragile. Too sweet for his poison.

You didn’t notice his stare. You were too distracted playing with the hyper kids. How could you not sense the danger right beside you?..

The hours flew by and you barely noticed. Only when some staff members were missing did it hit you. Where were the cleaners? You said goodbye to the kids and teens. The other employees were leaving, but a few were still unaccounted for. You had to close the pizzeria, so you decided to go look for them.

You didn’t scream—it wouldn’t help. The place is huge; by the time anyone heard you, it would be too late. You’d just waste your breath and end up hoarse. You were already lost. Had they already left? You hadn’t seen them since snack time… After wandering for hours, you went into the kitchen to get water. You were thirsty. You filled a glass and drank, lost in thought, not hearing the footsteps.

When you turned around, your boss was standing right in front of you. You almost screamed in fright. He looked startled by your presence. A tiny smile curved your lips, and just as you were about to speak, your eyes dropped to the knife in Steve’s hand.

The blade was dripping thick, sticky red drops—like blood—and his hand was stained too. Your body froze. Your hand shook so hard the glass slipped and shattered on the floor.

“W-what—” you stammered, stepping backward, heart pounding wildly. He stared at you seriously. The gentle look and sweet smile were gone. It was like looking at a completely different man.

“You shouldn’t be here… little bunny.” His words came out rough and raspy, almost like an insult. He was angry. Your breath caught, goosebumps rising all over. The man you admired so much was a killer.

Your instincts screamed at you to run, hide, escape! But your feet were glued to the floor in shock, hand trembling nonstop, anxiety kicking in hard. When he took a step closer, you backed up and hit your ass against the counter. His huge body intimidated you. His cold stare felt like the night outside. You had to get away.

The moment he lunged, you darted under his arms, almost falling. Your heels clacked loudly as you ran. Your heart stopped every time you heard his footsteps right behind you. In desperation, you grabbed a vase with a rose in it and hurled it at his head with all your strength. His forehead bled; he roared in pain and dropped the knife. That was your chance.

You reached the door, small hands grabbing the handle—but it was locked. Only you and Steve had keys, and the one you’d left in the door was gone. He’d locked you in with him. Your whole body shivered. The only option left was to hide and grab your bag from the game room—you’d left it there earlier while playing with the kids. It was your only shot, and hope was fading fast.

To move quietly, you kicked off your heels and tossed them down the hallway, then ran silently through the corridors. You were lost—you barely knew the place, and it was massive. You’d need a map to find the rooms you wanted, but now all you had was luck.

While running, you started feeling sick. You needed to catch your breath, so you hid in a room full of tables, crouched down, and peeked into the hallway. It was too quiet—unnervingly quiet. All you could hear was your racing heart. Fear of death pumped through your veins, making you cry. You covered your mouth to muffle the sobs, eyes blurry with tears falling like rain. You crept through the hallway, terrified by the eerie silence. You needed your bag. You needed your phone!

You crawled along the cold floor, tears dripping onto the hand pressed over your reddened lips. You tried to stay calm, but panic was eating you alive.

Even alone, you felt watched—and it was driving you insane. You kept glancing side to side in fear, body prickling as if you were exposed.

When you finally found the game room, hope flickered. You ran to the corner—there was a little table where lots of moms left their things. But you cried harder. Your bag wasn’t there. He’d taken it before you could. Of course—he knew this place like the back of his hand.

Then you heard footsteps—close. So close your stomach flipped. You ran for your life. Hands shaking, soft sobs escaping your lips, you slipped into a room, opened the door, crouched behind it, hugged your knees, and tried to control your breathing. You closed your eyes and prayed your mom would call the police to find you.

“Little bunny…” You heard Steve’s deep voice echoing down the hall. “I know you’re here… When I find you, I’m gonna split you open.”

That made you cry even harder, tears streaming like rivers, panic making your small body shake, hand soaked from so many tears.

“If you think your mom’s gonna call the cops, you’re wrong, my sweet girl. I told them you wanted to help your boss with the kids… and that you might be leaving really late. Too bad you’re never going home…” He laughed—a sick, diabolical laugh.

“I’ve always wanted to ruin you, little bunny.” He stepped into the room where you were hiding. You did everything to keep your sobs silent. The quiet hurt your body with agony. Your eyes stayed glued to the door, praying he wouldn’t find you.

“I love seeing you like this… fragile, scared…” His voice was closer now. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block him out, but your gut screamed to open them.

“You look so adorable like this.” His voice was right there. Slowly you opened your eyes, feeling watched. The door was still in place—but you still felt eyes on you. Your skin crawled. Something told you to look up.

There they were—his eyes and that crooked smile. It was over.

No escape left. You just stared at him, hoping for mercy. He grabbed the door and slammed it shut. Now you were completely trapped. No way out. No chance. Just you and your sweet boss. How could he be a murderer? How could the man who helped and welcomed you be a killer?

He grabbed you by the hair, making you whimper in pain. You tried to fight, to struggle, but it was useless. He was merciless—unlike you. He threw you to the floor; your body curled up, fear written all over your face. He smiled. He was turned on by all of this. His forehead was crusted with dried blood, and the metallic smell made you nauseous.

He knelt over you. You sobbed, too weak to fight anymore. It was over—you’d been caught. He lifted your legs, hooking them around his hips, expression cold and serious. Your vision blurred from crying so much.

“Let’s play a little game,” he said, pressing the knife to your throat. You froze, legs trembling. He leaned in, grinding his hips against you, his hard cock rubbing your panties.

“Please… d-don’t kill me,” you whimpered, fresh tears falling, the cold, bloody blade pressing into your skin. “I’ll do anything.”

“I’m not gonna kill you… yet. Cooperate with me, and I won’t.” He slid the knife down your chest, forcing it through the fabric of your dress, nearly slicing your skin. The center of your breasts was exposed.

“I’m gonna fuck you. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll cut your head off. Got it?” You nodded frantically—not caring about sleeping with your boss anymore. Anything was better than dying. But let’s be honest—who were you kidding? From the first day you saw him, something ignited inside you. You just always thought he was way too old for you, and you were just an inexperienced girl.

Steve started tearing your pretty dress apart, revealing your pink panties with the little bow. Lucky for him—you weren’t wearing a bra. He set the knife aside, leaned down, and licked your adorable breasts. You gasped. You shouldn’t be enjoying this—he was going to kill you! Why were you getting turned on? His beard tickled your soft skin; you trembled beneath him.

He licked and sucked, trailing kisses along your collarbone, up to your neck—sniffing, marking you with hickeys. Your hand gripped his strong arm; even trying to hold back, you let out approving moans. His other hand slid down, squeezing your hip, pressing your body against his. You felt the thick fabric of his pants grinding against your damp panties.

You shivered. He was rubbing himself on you in the most painfully good way. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to contain the arousal. It was wrong—but it felt so good.

He noticed you were into it and risked kissing you. His thin lips crashed against yours roughly, possessively. You moaned into the kiss, feeling forced. He slapped your face lightly to make you kiss back—and you did. He devoured your mouth like a starving animal, hands roaming every inch of your body as if claiming territory—squeezing, scratching. When he pulled away, your lips were slightly swollen, cheeks flushed.

You stared into those dangerous eyes full of malice. He gave a crooked smile and buried his face in your neck again, sniffing, beard grazing your skin, making you tremble. Soft, whiny moans escaped you. He trailed wet kisses down to your stomach, then to your soaked panties. He pressed his nose against them, inhaling like a perverted teenager. You moaned in surprise. He licked over the fabric, savoring your innocent taste.

“I could get addicted to you…” He hooked a finger under your panties, pushing them aside. His lips kissed and sucked your swollen clit; his hand gripped your thigh hard, making it spasm with every lick. Finally, his long tongue pushed inside you. You moaned loudly, grabbing his hair, forcing his face deeper. You rolled your hips against his mouth, arching your back.

“Awn, s-sir… Hmn~…” you whined needily, squeezing your thighs to keep him there.

He was amazing at it—his tongue exploring your walls. You bit your lip; it didn’t take long before you came undone in his mouth, screaming in pleasure, body spasming. He drank every drop, not wasting any. You breathed heavily, dizzy, brain not processing right. Steve pulled back and started unbuckling his pants. You watched nervously. When his thick, erect cock sprang free, you drew your legs up—it was huge. Your tiny entrance could never take that monster.

He laughed and forced your legs open again, ignoring your limits. “I promise it’ll feel good, little bunny.” He positioned himself, gripping your hips hard. His other hand guided his cock, forcing his way in. You whimpered at the discomfort between your legs. Your walls clenched around his pulsing length—it hurt, but being filled felt so good.

When he finally bottomed out, he groaned low. His hand squeezed your waist with bruising force, like he wanted to break you. You shivered as he started moving slowly—pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in, making your bodies collide. You moaned loudly when he hit your cervix. His hands trembled; he thrust harder, hips slapping against your ass. You cried out, head thrown back.

He sped up, making you see stars. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure; your breasts bounced with each brutal thrust. Steve groaned low, watching you writhe. Tears fell from your eyes; sometimes you choked on your own moans. It was too much—you were probably going to come again.

You grabbed his forearm, nails digging in. “Ahw more! Please, Steve!” you screamed, climax so close, back arching in ecstasy, tiny muscle spasms everywhere. Steve watched hungrily—he loved seeing you like this, his little girl struggling with these overwhelming feelings.

He leaned down, burying his nose in your neck, sniffing and licking while letting out rough moans.

When you came again, your body went limp and exhausted. He kept pounding into you brutally; your walls squeezed him even tighter. You closed your eyes, crying. Your clit throbbed with every thrust. You wanted to rest so badly—but that would be selfish; only you had come so far.

He leaned in and licked your tears. You looked at his flushed, sweaty face—wasn’t he too old for this? You grabbed his shoulder as he pounded harder. He crashed his lips against yours, panting, tired, thrusts getting sloppy—he was close. You wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering in pain during the kiss. His lips desperately searched for yours; the kiss felt good, made you want more—but you whined when he bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic taste mixed with saliva.

After a few clumsy thrusts, he finally came, filling you with his thick cum. He didn’t pull out right away—he stayed inside, catching his breath. For a man his age, he needed a few minutes to recover.

When he finally did, he looked at you with pure lust and satisfaction. He toyed with your nipple, then slowly pulled out, watching his cum leak thick from your reddened entrance.

His big body collapsed on top of yours, pinning you down. He grabbed your waist and buried his face in your neck, sniffing and biting.

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It was everything you expected and more.

The building reeked of lack of care, practically falling apart with all its paint peeling and the half illuminated sign. It looks creepy as fuck. That's why you came. 

You love to be scared. And this place has the potential to be truly terrifying. 

You spoke to a friend of yours who told you they'd done exactly this a week or so ago. And it was soooo much better after hours, when you can go where you want to and do what you want to; which in your case is dick around with the animatronics. They were supposed to come along as well but flaked out last minute, leaving you standing in front of the place on your lonesome. But you’re not one to be defeated by a shit friend not showing, so you’re still going to go in.

And so, with your phone torch lighting your way you go to the back of the building. And unsurprisingly you're greeted with a high fence with its gate chained closed. That isn't going to stop you though. Smirking, you throw your backpack over the fence and then slide your phone under it, torch up so you can sort of see what you're doing. 

One foot wedges in the metal, the toe of your shoe just able to fit through the diamond-shaped gap enough to give you purchase, letting you slot your other foot in the gap a little higher up. It was easy really, almost like they wanted you to hop over it, no anti-climb or spikes or anything. At the top of the fence you sit for a moment, wishing you kept hold of your phone for a photo here, illuminated by the solitary light of the building sign. Oh well, there's always the opportunity on the way out. 

You jump down, careful to land with bended knees, if you hurt yourself you wouldn’t exactly be able to call an ambulance. From there you dust yourself off for a minute and grab all your stuff, wincing when the harsh light of your phone catches your eye. 

"And now the fun begins." You whisper to yourself, as you slip around the building, quickly laying your eyes on the back door, which according to your mate was easy pickings, quite literally. Shoving your makeshift kit into the lock, it only takes a few moments of jiggling in before, hey presto, the bitch clicks open. It really was too easy. 

Inside, you flash your torch around this hallway, thinking to yourself that it looks like a 'back-stage' area with all the clutter and, god, the dust, which now flitted through the air disturbed by your movement. Honestly, with the amount of it caked on everything you wouldn’t think that this place was operational. Box after box lay on the chequered tile floor and you follow them down the corridor, checking door handles along your way. 

One opens to reveal a small cupboard filled with toilet roll and cleaning supplies. Another to one with stacks of papers, documents of some kind, probably accounts or some shit, but seriously who keeps paper copies nowadays? But the third one was the most interesting one. 

The metal door was a labour to open, scraping into the floor over a mark from others doing the same thing, the room was dark but you can tell instantly that it’s much bigger than the previous two. You use your phone torch to scan through the pitch black, revealing the jackpot. Animatronic heads are mounted on the wall like the room belongs to some kind of a  game hunter. Pointing the light down, you see the rest of the beasts, huge chest cases and clumpy-looking feet littered along the floor And in the corner the skeletons, light bouncing off them back at you, their eyes reflecting red. 

“Ho-ly shit…” You say into the darkness, grinning from ear to ear. This place was fucking insane, in the absloute best way. You waste no time inserting yourself in the room, placing huge metal heads over your shoulders and snapping a few pics looking like some demonic purple rabbit. Then some more with your arm draped over these endo-skeleton things, these took you a bit longer to build the courage to touch because fuck, their eyes were staring right into the depths of your soul. But once you did touch them and they didn’t pounce on you, you felt reassured enough to tackle anything else this creepy attraction would throw at you. 

After about ten minutes in your photoshoot, you leave the room wanting to see more than the behind the scenes stuff, you may as well see all the bits the normies get to see. Looking online earlier you knew all about the set up, creepy 80s looking corridors designed to mirror an old pizzeria chain, where apparently some kids had gone missing. Patrons could even sit inside the faux-security office taking shifts trying not to jump out of their skins as robotic creatures stalked them. Now that, you’re dying to see. 

It takes you no time to find the corridors leading to the security office, on the way discovering the dormant animatronics. One a seven foot fucking teddy bear, another a beat up looking rabbit. Golden- or maybe green, it’s hard to tell in the absence of light. This one is particularly nerve-wracking, something about its stance, it’s head tilted to the side but its eyes looking up. 

“Fuuuuck,” you giggle, angling your head to look into the creature’s mouth, open only slightly. “the designers did a good job on you, shit…” It’s only when your face gets very close to it, the robot shifts, its metallic body struggling loudly in the otherwise silent building. You flinch hard, body shoving itself away from it, thudding against the wall hard enough to wind yourself. It quickly halts, the movement dying when its head fully rears. 

You breathe out shakily, laughing at your own stupidity, clearly you triggered some kind of motion sensor and paid the price for it. You shake your head at the beast, moving away from it down the corridor and into the office, careful not to get too close to anything else that could try to scare the shit out of you. You finally manage it, and step into the office through a doorway without the actual door part, an excited smile spreading across your face. This is so fucking cool, you think, crouching down to look at a monitor on the desk, then deciding to sit in the grimy swivel chair in front of it. You then notice that the desk has drawers in it and move to look through them, an eagerly curious part of you taking over. The top one is full of a tonne of random shit sellotape, paperclips, a computer mouse and its ancient cord. The one underneath though, sticks, you rive it hard to try and open it, even more intrigued that it wouldn’t open. You jiggle it hard, the rattle echoing in the large room, but your efforts amount to fuck all and it doesnt move an inch. 

You sigh, calling the drawer a bastard under your breath and recline a little in the seat, closing your eyes for a moment. When you open them you nearly jump six feet in the air at the sight of that fucking animatronic from earlier, the yellow bunny, standing in the the doorway, it’s huge head peeking round the corner, staring directly at you. How in god’s name didn’t you hear the fucking thing move? It must weigh loads and it looks old, so there’s no way it can move silently.

“God, this place.” you say, to yourself, to the room, it doesn’t matter. You’ve had enough scares for tonight, it’s probably best if you bail before you trigger any other attractions. No longer smiling, you stand up hesitantly, moving slowly and consciously. Some kind of dread now hanging in the air because this fucking rabbit is really creepy.

You walk up to the door and carefully squeeze yourself through the gap, desperate to not touch the thing. Managing it, you outwardly sigh, that was a small mercy because some loud noise from the robot would probably give you a heart attack right now. You step away from it, ready to get yourself out of here. But the second your back is turned the most agonising sound makes you freeze. 

Breathing. Raspy, pained, human, fucking breathing. 

Your turning around is prevented by the cold grip on your throat, backing you up against its metal body, its lack of body heat making goosebumps spring over you instantly. Uselessly, you push against its hold, instinctively wanting to get away from it and the reality of what was happening. But your struggling just makes it grip you harder, thick plastic fingers tight on the base of your throat. 

A deeply coarse sound vibrates from the creature, a breathy sound that takes you a while to realise is laughter. Laughter cold and mean, making your heart hammer in your chest. “What stupid little girl snoops around in the dark on her own?” Each word sounds painful, it must take the thing sheer will to push past such agony just to taunt you.

You tremble, “What- what are you?” the words so quietly terrified you can’t believe they’re your own. There’s no way this is part of the attraction. Just no way anyone would program this to grab patrons so violently. This was something all too wrong and all too real. 

Without warning or hesitation the creature uses your throat as leverage to slam you against the wall, there’s no room for protest or struggling, it’s power is inhumanly strong. You cry out when your body hits the concrete, its unfeeling coolness stark contrast to the fretful heat coming from you. The robot’s head cranes down above yours, a subtle clicking alerting you to every slight movement. You’re winded, energy trickling down your face as tears when you’re dawned to the terrifying conclusion that you’re trapped.

It finally answers you, the raspy voice coiling your stomach in fear. “Your worst fucking nightmare.” The creature must hear you sob in response because again it- he laughs, it’s cold and mocking. Only stopping when he takes the time to parrot your desperate fearful noises back at you, making himself laugh again. It’s becoming clear to you that this must be a person, someone inside this awful thing, an employee gone rogue, trying to scare the living daylights out of people stupid enough to break in… maybe. But that voice…

“You’re hurting me.” You choke out, unsure of what you’re trying to accomplish. Internally reasoning that people have empathy and people can be talked down, you hope that he’ll let you go but it seems more and more unlikely by the second. The hand on the back of your head flexes, tangling in your hair and yanking your head upwards so you can glimpse him out of the corner of your eyes and the sight is just awful. 

The inexpressive face comes close as the man inside hisses through the rabbit mask, “You don’t know the meaning of hurt.”  

“Look,” you whimper, “I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have come here.” The words are near incomprehensible through your tears. “God, I shouldn’t have come here…” You repeat, body convulsing under the monster’s grip. Your crying is loud in the corridor, echoing off the hard floors and mirroring the heartbreaking sound back at you. You're lost in it for a couple of seconds whilst this thing seems to just enjoy the sound, before the air is knocked from your lungs by the creature’s hand trailing down the arch of your back, all the way down to your behind where he grabs a hard handful of your flesh. It’s so unexpected that you just stare at what you can see of him over your shoulder, now silently shaking. The action turns your stomach, it doesn’t hurt but it’s rough and riddled with intent. 

His other hand moves, turning you around before again shoving you to the wall and caging you in with his massive frame, using that insane strength to push you down to your knees. “No,” He almost coos, “You shouldn’t have. But don’t worry… I won’t let you go to waste.” 

Whilst you're still making sense of the words, the monster grabs itself at the waist, huge fingers prying between the metal plates and rummaging until he frees his very human and very real penis. You don't want this and the disdain is evident in your eyes, but a dark part of you thinks that to please him will make him let you go. He holds himself before you, there's no illusion even with the suit that he's huge and the thought scares you.

The metallic hand in your hair pulls your head towards him and you obey, fear making you compliant. He smears himself against your lips, precum already leaking from his tip and laying warm on your face. He doesn't have to tell you to open your mouth, the rough tilting of your head is enough, and you hesitantly part your lips, flinching when he yanks you towards him. Your eyes involuntarily close when he shoves his cock in your mouth, he doesn't hold back, pushing himself as far in your throat as he can before you gag, your hands frenzied grabbing at the creature's hips. He pulls back for a moment before shoving back in repeatedly, forcing your jaw open to accept him each time. 

He grunts, burying himself inside your throat and holding you still. "You'll have to do better than that, if you're scared of me hurting you." The snarl in his voice makes your eyes wide with realisation of what he wants. You obey without question, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him as good as you can, his grip relenting enough to let you. Swirling your tongue on the underside of his shaft with only the goal of getting this over with as soon as possible. It’s like he knows and the huge hand in your hair slows your movement, forcing you to take him slow and deep, revelling in the feeling of your hot mouth and the frantic way your eyes dart around. 

The salty taste of his big cock stirs you, and each time he uses your mouth it makes your heat betray the pain of his brutal hold. It’s instinctual and even though your mind is against it your body is reacting. Trying to push the conflicting feelings from your mind you continue sucking, an eagerness spurring you on when he groans, he’s close, you can tell from the leniency in his grip. But just as you’re getting your hopes up that he’s going to finish, he pulls your lips from him, making you look up at the terrifying form above you. The sudden dread that sizzles through you is inexplicable, it’s almost as though you forgot how horrifying this costume was and the reminder shocks your core. 

You look so frightened kneeling there, your pupils tiny and your lips still parted, saliva dripping down your chin that underneath the mask he smirks cruelly, the action painful enough to make his cock twitch. With how warm and slick your mouth was, he can only imagine how tight your little cunt is going to be, fuck it’s been so long since he last broke a pretty thing like you. He’s going to savour it. 

“Stand up.” The monster commands, the raspy voice insanely harsh. You obey without question your legs trembling as all trace of hope leaves you, all chance of this ending any time soon trickled between your legs. As soon as you reach your feet his large hand grabs your shoulder shoving you forwards, back towards that old guard’s office you left only minutes ago, but it felt like years. Stumbling through the doorway, the brief idea of running flashes through your mind, but you’re too scared, you don’t want to make what this man was going to do worse. 

You don’t have the chance anyway, with crazy strength he catches your arm, forcing your body down onto the desk in front of you. A pathetic whimper leaves your lips at the rough action, your whole body still shaking. Once he has you where he wants you, the creature’s huge hands rake over your body, no gentleness or intimacy in his touch, just pure malicious lust. He gabs at your breasts, fingers digging harshly into the sensitive skin, then roughly pulling up the fabric of your shirt, so roughly the material tears. You’d be cold if not for the raging adrenaline in your veins. At the sight of your naked torso the mascot bears down on you, no emotion in its dead eyes, “Such a stupid girl, coming here, getting yourself in trouble. Is this what you wanted, huh?” To punctuate the question he takes hold of your face, squeezing your cheeks so that you let out a shaky gasp. 

You wrap your fingers around his wrist, pulling against the hold that was making your teeth hurt, but he doesn’t move an inch. At your silence he grabs your left tit pinching your nipple so hard your body raises from the desk to try and escape it. “Huh?” He snarls again. And you try to shake your head, but with no way to move you’re forced to speak. 

“No-o.” Your voice cracks, your answer making the creature above you grind his cock against your thigh, the godforsaken suit preventing him from touching himself, his own unique fucking torture. His mocking spurs a sudden surge of fight  and sees your legs rise and kick hard at his chest, the dull thud of striking metal echoing in the dark room. It’s useless, and his laughing is only proof. He holds your legs against his chest with one hand, using the other to tug down your legging and the panties you were wearing underneath, taking them completely from your body and discarding them on the dirty floor. 

Looking down at your wet cunt he near growls, such a slick little fucktoy that walked right into his grasp. Cold metallic fingers trace over your entrance, pulling your folds apart to see the trembling of your hole, your unwanted wetness coating his fingers. You hate yourself for being aroused but maybe it’s for the best, maybe it’ll make this more bearable. You quiver when his digit pokes inside you the costume fingers large enough to stretch you open when he sinks in, you groan the invasion pressing against a coil in your core. Seeing how your pussy swallowed his finger so well, tight around him when he fucked it in and out made him pull away, needing his hands to hold your thighs down as he rubbed the head of his dick against your entrance. Desperate to feel the grip of your walls on one of the only parts of him that remained intact. 

He shoves into you roughly, forcing your walls to accept him, all air in your lungs leaving in a suffered groan. He’s thick and long and pushing to the hilt you feel more than full, like he was taking you over, touching all of you at once. The stretch burned but the pain quickly dulled when he began rutting into you, a selfishly brutal pace that had you helplessly gasping. He fucks you as deep as the suit will allow him, the waist of the costume slamming into your hips so hard the desk thudded against the floor. 

It’s like you’re outside of your body looking at the scene, feeling his hands move to lift your body from the desk, holding you and manipulating the angle of his pounding to suit him. Shoving into the part of you that makes you scream and your juices spill around the base of his cock. It doesn't feel real, but at the same time is brutally so an unwilling pleasure seizing hold of you and making you clench around his length. He groans,not stopping his pace as you begin to flutter around him, what a filthy fucking thing you are to enjoy this, he thinks, the thought making him fuck you harder. Forceful thrusts that quickly beginning to stutter as the monster nears his end, bursting inside you like an animal and stuffing you full of him. You’re dirty, used and broken, letting the cum seep around him, dripping down onto the desk. 

He holds you still for what feels like hours before dropping you down onto the slick tabletop, leaving you to crumple on the floor. There’s no coherent thoughts in your mind, just a frightening emptiness as you get to your knees and crawl over to where he threw your clothes, hands shaking as you try to gather them up. He chuckles at your form, bruises already beginning to show on your hips and thighs, before slowly walking to you, a cold metal foot shoving you over, your body thudding into the floor. 

“Now, where do you think you’re going?”

A/n: Here it is. My second Hallowe'en event, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed. I know this is very different to the kind of thing I usually write, but heck, why not try something new. X