blurb I wrote in the middle of the night over a year ago and was always too embarrassed to upload
warnings: rough, light slapping, fake blood (it's Halloween), anal
It was a blur of moments that led to Awsten tugging her into his bedroom, his strong hands pushing y/n onto his bed. For once his hands were void of the heavy rings that normally garnished them. Instead, his fingers were bare other than the fake blood that stained his skin red. Seeing him covered in blood, whether it be fake or real, was strangely attractive.
Of course y/n always found Awsten hot, they had been dating for years, but that night he really set her off. One of his friends had done his makeup for the Halloween party, which meant y/n was oblivious to Awsten's costume until he had met her at the location.
Finding her boyfriend with hollow cheeks and dark, deepset eyes shouldn't have been so appealing. The line of blood leaking from his mouth had only shocked her more. In years prior, Awsten had always been busy or done a gag costume for the holiday. She always enjoyed those, finding her partner far too cute not to love all his stupid ideas.
But there was something different about the horror costume. Seeing him with bloody hands and an evil look made her squeeze her thighs together. Awsten was unaware of the effect he had on his girlfriend, really. He didn't pay her any more mind than usual that night. They mingled separately and hung together on occasion, but he let her do her own thing. He assumed that's what she liked.
He found out he had assumed wrong, though, when she urged him to call it a night and drive her home. Her delicate hands carded though his red locks as she feigned illness, claiming her head was pounding. Naturally, Awsten agreed to drive her back to their apartment after saying his goodbyes.
Once they were home, she pressed her lips to his frantically. He responded just as eagerly, if not more, despite his confusion. Their lips moved together as her hand moved down to rub over the front of his pants. She didn't know how long she could go without him.
"Woah," he laughed, breaking their kiss. "Thought you didn't feel well."
"I feel fine," she said breathlessly. "Just never wanted you this bad in my life." His eyebrows shot up, but he didn't question her. He thought she looked sorta hot with his fake blood smeared on her lips, too. It prompted him to unzip her dress, pushing it down her shoulders to pool at her feet. They grinned at each other for a moment, his warm hands holding her hips as he leaned in for another kiss. They hadn't even bothered to turn the lights on yet, much less had they gotten past the entrance.
Wordlessly, Awsten grabbed her hand and they rushed to their bedroom. He looked at her wild eyes and knew she was in quite the mood, it was enough so that he wondered how he never noticed. Y/N was too busy happily rolling onto her stomach after he shoved her onto the bed to notice the way he stared at her. He watched in pure male arousal as she pulled her underwear down to rest at her knees, arching her back for Awsten when he hadn't even taken his shoes off.
Shocked, he reached his fingers out to run through her slick, feeling how crazy he had driven her. Her whine made him realize how desperate she was feeling or some sort of release. "Please, Awsten."
"What's up with you tonight?" The last thing he'd do is complain, but her behavior was out of the ordinary. He had to know what turned her on so much.
"You look hot as hell covered in blood," she grinned against the sheets. "So intimidating, been thinking about this since I saw you." Awsten had a hard time believing he had gotten to her so intensely, but he didn't object. Instead, her rubbed her clit absently as he freed his half hard cock from his jeans.
