Ghostface x fem!Reader (dead by daylight)

unmasked

"This your first time?"

His gentle, low voice grows close to my ear and his warm breath tickles the stray hairs there. I freeze, and consider the possibility of telling him the truth. I wonder, feeling suddenly very exposed, if he has done this before.

My head falls again and I heave a sigh.

"...yes," I answer, truthfully. My embarrassment mounts... I can almost see him grinning. I hear the faint sound of a belt buckle clinking.

"Don't worry, it's mine too," he utters almost inaudibly, and before I have time to process what he said, something large enters me quite suddenly and I gasp.

I inadvertently let out a choked moan and let my head fall to the mattress where I try to catch my breath, but he does not give me the time.

As soon as he has filled me, he retreats and I feel oddly empty, but he greets me again by pushing himself in more, slowly this time. In the space between my heavy breathing, I hear him grunt in low, raspy breaths and I feel a faint sense of satisfaction.

He grabs onto my waist and clutches it while he slides in further. I feel the skin of his thighs and hips press against my bare ass.

The noises coming out of me are beyond my control, and I find myself whining as he bucks his hips faster.

He wraps his hands around my thighs, encouraging me somehow closer and impaling me further. I yelp as he forces his full length inside me and he chuckles.

He leans down now and I can feel his chest press against my back. He reaches out a hand and strokes my hair for a brief moment while he slowly grinds himself into me.

His large hand slides down the back of my head to my neck, where he forces my face into a pillow and unforgivingly thrusts himself in me.

Now, with my own moans muffled by the bed, I can hear him fully - his grunts that turn to raspy whines, the extra large sighs followed by a "god... fuck".

He grips my waist hard with his other hand and I can hardly catch my breath.

"Ngh... fuck you're good..." he says, and I can tell this time he intends I hear it.

I manage a faint whimper in reply. He releases some pressure on my neck and lets his fingers rest there for a moment, caressing me.

"What was that, darling?" He asks innocently, still barely giving me time to breathe with the pace he's keeping.

"I... ahh... Hnngh..." I pathetically attempt to form words but each one melts in my mouth as he thrusts harder.

"Words, sweetheart," he reminds me, tugging my hair playfully. He twists it in his hands and strokes my head with his thumb.

"Oh-my..god... I need you..." I choke this out between gasps for air. He heaves a huge breath and suddenly pulls back, leaving me breathless and thirsty. I whine at this quick departure and squirm vainly against my restraints.

I hear movement behind me and as quickly as he has vanished, he is next to me removing my hands from the mast of the bed, working quickly to flip me over.

I make a grunt of surprise as he positions me under him. His muscular chest is now bare as well as his legs, leaving only his mask covering his face.

"God... I just... I had to see you." His voice is losing its usual composure, and though I can't see his face, I can feel the heat and quickness of his breath through the fabric of his mask.

A selfish, hungry part of me overtakes my body and I let my loosely bound hands roam over him, tracing only lightly under his mask to feel his jawline. I notice a few scars that I am surprised to see and touch them as well.