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𝓈ynopsis . lee heeseung and sim jaeyun, the teacher and the school’s loser. you’re unfortunate enough to be assigned roommates with jake, even more unfortunate now that his knife is right below your chin. you’d never guess that you’d be in a similar situation with your young teacher the next day. ✧ ㅤ𝑔enre . ghostface au , smut 6.1k
𝒸ontains . bl00d, sharp objects, mentions of killing, dark topics, unprotected (do not do this.), ropes, tying up, petnames, threesome, cumming inside, gags, 5 rounds in total, ALL CONSENSUAL, vibrators, oral ( f & m ), hair pulling, slapping, ++ MINORS DNI
𝓅airings . ghostface!jake x fem!reader x ghostface!heeseung . a.n :: like my sunghoon fic heeseung is only 2 yrs older than reader dont cancel me….
read :: this isn’t real, simply fiction.
the sharp, cold metal of the knife feels like its close to seeping into your skin, atmosphere thick with darkness, creating a sense of weight and intensity. you expected an ambiance of fear, begging, and desperation, but the only thing correct about those listings is desperation, but rather desperate of something else you can’t quite wrap your head around. your desperation adds on the more jake squeezes his grasp on your waist.
his back is pressed against the door, on the contrary your back is against his chest. “you know,” his australian accent drips out from his voice, almost hushed. his voice is muffled behind the mask. “there’s a way to get out of this.”
you gulp down any noise. “..and how?” you watch as jake lowers the knife, spotting your reflection on the blade.
“i want to play a game,” his voice is deep, it sends a shockwave through you, reaching all the way down to your clit. “a game? what game..” your voice trembles, but fortunately you’re less panicked considering the knife isn’t near your face anymore. the last thing you hear from his pretty mouth is a faint “i’ll show you,” before he swirls you around so you’re fully facing him. he grabs his mask, tossing it. tilting your head down to hide is no use, he uses the blade of the knife to lift up your chin, eyes locking. his pupils dilate, behind his eyes desire’s noticeable, an indescribable fire.