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Fogmont High’s rooftop was laughably easy to break into, a single stolen key from the janitor's closet, and the space was his. Setting up the little hideout was a bit more complicated. Breaking into a high school with principal Green's levels of attempted security is not ideal. So Jeff didn't, instead scaling the brick building night after night. Until he managed a pulley system for bigger things. Now he practically has a summer home up here.
Convincing his wife to come up and see his hard work took longer. She's not his wife, not legally, not yet at least, but she is his. She Has been since he first spotted her at the lake when
he was getting the lay of his new hunting grounds. Watching her command the interaction with whatever the fuck lives in the water like she’d done it a thousand times. Interacting with something like him with ease and confidence piqued his interest.
He stalked her for nearly a week. Learning her routine, where she works, where she spends her time, who her family is, or lack thereof. Who his competition could be and who needs to be taken care of first. He would have, should have gotten board since she’s got no real life outside of work, and whatever the fuck she did out in the woods. Yet he didn't, something about watching her flirt with death was captivating.
Ms. Webster has been his since the diner when they first really talked to one another. When he got to fuck up three dumbasses who thought harassing her at work and picking a fight with him was a good idea. When she helped him clean up the mess and let him walk her to her street after. She’s been his, and he's been good at playing by her rules. Letting her lead this little back and forth they got going. If there's one thing Jeff’s good at, it's learning from his mistakes.
The feeling has moved beyond obsession now, if that's even possible for him, at this point anything is. It's not exactly love, and not exactly lust, either. That's all there, sure; his impulses to kiss her when she so much as looks at him. His nearly daily boners he has to force himself to ignore until he's alone, or she's asleep. No, it's something almost primal, base instinct.
Now she's here, sitting on the beanbag he picked just for her. In the new hiding place, he made specifically with her in mind, so she doesn't have to hide in the bathroom or library anymore. So they can be alone even more often than the nights he stays at her house. Lurking around her living room while she sleeps. Her massive Maine coon used his lap as a bed.
Now she's here, an arm's reach away, reading her smut and making her scent so much stronger. If He wasn't already insane, this sweet torturer would set him over. He Cant fucking take this much longer, but that's half the fun of this. Seeing how long he can be good and hold out before he has to get closer, touch her, fuck her.
He needs to be closer to her. He can feel the bits of the glamor he uses slip, the little trinket she made him so his melted skin and split cheeks don't raise too much attention. His mouth splits slightly at the corners, a bit of blood dripping down the corner of his mouth, like drool. Her sigil magic is good, but sometimes his nature overpowers it.
He makes himself known first; his witch is known for giving a mean backhand when startled, not that he minds he kinda likes it when she hits him. It doesn't phase him, really, but the little sting on his face she leaves behind is nice. Reminds him that not all the nerve endings in his ruined face are dead.
He rests his head on her shoulder, being careful not to put on too much weight. Or she'll push him off with a complaint of him being too heavy. She hums at him in acknowledgment, he takes that as a good sign. Maneuvering Behind her caging her between his legs. She readjusts, accepting his new closeness. He likes these moments when she lets him close. Running his hands along her waist pulling her closer.
He watches goosebumps form on her arms. Watch her shiver as he nuzzles into her neck. Breath ghosting against Her neck. “What you reading darlin?” he mumbles against Her skin. "Nothing but trash honestly. What are you doing getting comfortable back there?" This is around the time she'd notice and push him away. Running off before anything else happens, even a kiss.
“Admiring the view.” He lets his teeth graze her neck, along that point where he can feel her pulse. Her breathing changes, getting heavier. He watches out the corner of his eye as she shifts and presses her legs together. Fuck.
He stays there, little kisses, and nips with his teeth. A lick across where he can feel her pulse speeding up, making her sigh. He knew she'd taste good, but fuck. His Hands move on their own’ gently skimming up and down her waist, across the tummy, he knows she hates. Jeff's not picky enough to care, more to grab, more to throw around.
She leans back into him, adjusting her legs. He takes the hint pulling back from her neck to look at her. Growling to make her look at him. Her eyes glazed over, pupils blown, he hasn’t even fucking touched her yet. He tests it by creeping a hand across a skirt-covered thigh. Her legs press together with her face doing that thing where it goes red down to her chest.
Staring at her unblinking watching every little reaction to the teasing she gives him. Fuck she’s pretty, he needs to kiss her. So he moves closer, enough to kiss but never closing that thin gap. He wants her to do it, he needs it to be her choice or that defeats the whole purpose of the game they've been playing. She Hums and he growls, deepening it and taking control. His hand at her thigh slowly bunching her skirt up and up.
Until he can grab a handful of those thick thighs he’s spent weeks staring at but not touching. He’d die again crashed between those thighs if she just fucking let him. His hand moves across bare skin to her inner thigh. Running fingers across her skin, along the leg band of her panties getting close but never touching.
She's panting now bucking her hips any time He gets close to where she needs him. Head fell back against his shoulder. “Please.” She speaks, making him chuckle. “Please what?” He says with a wicked smile his cheeks splitting more. She doesn't answer just wines and bucks her hips. “Use your words, I have standards.” Which isn't completely a lie he's a supernatural contract killer, not a monster. Besides He Kills rapists for fun because they squeal like pigs. It would be kinda fucked if he turned around and did the same shit he uses as an excuse for murder. Now is not the time to think about murder Jeff focus!
“Touch me damn it!” There she is, there's his girl. The hand still on her hip travels up to take a handful of her left tit. The other at her thigh finally cups her over her panties. Fuck she's soaked, his mouth returns to her neck. Leaving bite marks for him to soothe with a lick. He gives her long concentrated strokes mapping her out mentally.
She whimpers and bites her lip to suppress a moan. “Shhh, I got you, I know, I know.” He growls in her ear as he presses the seam of her panties into a clit in tight circles making her whine. His hand at her tit moves up around her throat. Not squeezing just placing it there so he can make her look at him. He likes her looking at his fucked up face.
“Oh fuck,” She gasps and clings to his wrists with her hands. Not stopping him He doesn't believe in god but he thanks him, anyway. “P-please J!” She moans, legs shaking, and he freezes. His hand stayed where it was, squeezing her neck not too tight, Just enough to make her moan. “ Words, princess.” He growls low in her. “more, Touch me m-” that's all he needed.
He slips his hand into her underwear. “Fuck” he didn't mean to say that out loud. She’s so fucking wet that she takes one of his fingers like it's nothing. With no resistance and a moan so pretty he could cum in his pants. A second finger takes a bit more work, but she does it. She takes two, and he has to kiss her again. Her ass is grinding into his cock tucked along his leg. He knows she can feel him.
Her underwear is impeding him fucking her with his fingers. His hand leaves her cunt to pull them down, and she kicks them off like they offend her. Making him laugh that slightly unsettling laugh he does. She doesn't seem to mind as she spreads her legs for him again. Fuck. “Hold on, princess.” A sudden show of strength he lifts her and flips her around so she's straddling him.
Taking a moment to shove a hand down his pants to reposition himself. The tip of his cock peeking out his waistband. She's staring at it, staring at him. The blush she had going comes back full force when she meets his gaze. "Jeff," she says between breaths.
He pulls her closer pulling her dress up and bunching it around her waist to get a better view. Digging his thumbs into her hips. Grinding that pretty pussy against him. “Hi darlin, is all that for me?” he says with a devilish smirk before thrusting up and grinding against her. Her mouth falls open and her fingers dig into his shoulders. She buries her face between his neck and shoulder. Panting and moaning as she wiggles her hips.
He lets her have some fun with it before stopping her. “I asked you a question.” He says tilting her hips up and away from him. Using the space between them to unbutton his jeans. Pulling them and his boxers down just enough to free himself. “Hum?” She says softly against his neck. He chuckles as he guides her hips back down to glide against him. Skin to skin.
He takes one hand and firmly takes a handful of her hair. Making her look at him again as he moves her hips. “Are you this wet for me?” she just moans and nods her head yes. He tightens his grip on her hair and she moans out a desperate little yes. “Mary, last chance to back out,” it’s not really if she told him to stop halfway through fucking her brains out he would stop.
“You let me have that pussy, there's no going back. We do this and your fucking mine. You hear me, mine,” he moves again. “Mine to fuck,” thrust “when I want,” thrust “how I want,” thrust “where I want,” he growls into her ear as he lines himself up with her, gently prods her entrance, getting just shy of actually slipping in repeatedly.
She gives him that look, that fiery pouty look. She doesn't answer, just takes a breath, kisses him again, and attempts to sit on it. The head of his cock popped into her. She moans; he growls, fuck shit that caught him off guard. Fuck oh fuck he’s inside her fuck. She's slowly fucking him into her, fuck it's so, she’s so, fuck. He growls and lets go of her hair. Grabbing at her hips and ass to help guide her down.
He wants to thrust up so badly. He wants to thrust up and pull her down but he doesn't; he lets her go at her own pace. Fuck she’s taking him so well. Fuck. He's gonna leave bruises on her hips from the effort to keep fucking still. She's pitched forward resting Her head on his shoulder as she takes him. He helps her keep a slow but steady pace till he's finally bottomed out.
He tilts his head to the sky with groans and mutters a few curses, as he tightens his grip on her hips slightly shaking with the effort to keep them both still while she gets used to the new stretch. She's not bleeding. Good, he did his job right.
She lays on his chest breathing and listening to his breathing. Then she moves, swaying her hips back and forth to test his fit. Oh fuck, she's going to kill him. “Tight, you ok darlin?” he hisses out behind clenched teeth. She moans nodding her head on his chest. “Good.” It's so fucking difficult to keep things slow and steady for her.
He shifts the angle and hits the spot that gets her to sit up, back arched, moaning his name, his fucking name, aloud before covering her mouth with her hands. Her hips attempt to move with him but it doesn't quite work. “Shh, shhh, easy, let me fuck you princess I got it.” He sat up and wrapped his arms around her.
Easing them into a steady but harsh rhythm. She clings to him for dear life. Moaning his name into his chest like a prayer. Before slipping into incoherent babbling. A sound from the vague direction of the door leading up here snaps both their attention away. Putting a stop to the fun.
Oh, that gives him an idea. So Jeff takes a moment to get back some of his self-control. Guiding her legs to wrap around his back and sliding both hands under her ass to hold her. “Hold on.” is the only warning he gives her before standing up. Keeping himself buried in her, not like she's letting go. Her cunt clinging to him the same way her arms and legs do. Pulsing around him with each step closer to the rooftop-access door. Pressing her back against it.
The cool metal makes her hiss before he thrusts again turning it into a moan. "Careful, darlin, someone might hear you,” he teases with a wide grin that would have scared the piss out of anyone else. “Y-you ass-hole,” the door rattles with each thrust. “Oh, maybe I should stop then.”
He freezes after one good deep thrust that makes her moan change in pitch and her head thud against the door. Fuck no, never mind, not stopping after that. Quick rugged snaps of his hips as he shoves a hand between them and rubs her clit. "That's it, baby. Fuck you're taking it so well, so fucking good to me," he growls into her ear.
She clenches around him and her hips try to writhe at the contact with her clit but he's got her pinned pretty good. She tries to moan out his name again as her legs tighten around his hips. Her moans turn into sharp gasps for air. He captures her lips again, She kisses back digging a hand into his hair to hold him there. That sends a shiver up from the base of his spine. "You're close, aren't you? Ya? Ya? That's it, princess, cum, let me feel it.” Growling into her mouth between kisses. Her back arches hard and her legs shake a moan gets caught in her throat rendering her mute for a few seconds. Her pussy strangles him, sucking him in.
He fucks her through it. Shit, shit he's close. Normally he lasts longer than this since the burns fucked up his nerve endings, but fuck shit, no no no hold it damn it! He was planning to make her cum at least twice before he did. But fuck, fuck her pussy is too good. She was made for him, made to take him.
He moves his hands to grip her thighs and spread her legs further. Until her knees nearly touch the door on either side Of her. She moans out something about him being deep and he can't. He just can't hold out anymore. The only thing holding her up is his strength, her arms around his neck, and his cock ruining her pussy for anything and anyone else.
His, she's all his, his, his, His-His-His- His!
He shoves his head between her neck and shoulder and bites. Hard enough to leave a mark, trusts one last time as deep as he can get, and falls apart. Jeff doesn't moan, he has a reputation to uphold damn it! A growl that's it! A nice deep one, But he's moaning into her neck before he can catch it. He feels his knees nearly give out from how hard he's cumming. He has to use his hips and hands to pin her against the door to keep him from collapsing. Keep her from moving her damn hips. He's the one incoherently babbling now, they both are.
After a few moments, looks at her with an evil smirk. He's still hard painfully hard, fuck yes. Perfect! “I'm not done yet darlin, can you bear with me a bit longer?” His voice is shaky despite his attempts to get it under control. She just moans and nods her head before he pulls his hips back about halfway and snaps back in. “Good, cuz I was gonna keep going anyway.” He helps her bring her legs down and back around his waist.
Beginning to move her hips up and down his cock like she's a flashlight as he walks back over to the beanbag. He needs to set up a bed But later much later. Jeff wasn't fully planning on fucking her up here just yet, and it was more of a perverted fantasy until now, oh fuck if she could hear his thoughts she'd attempt to beat him to death with the nearest heavy object, and he'd let her. She protests being used like that, kicking her legs a bit and whining. He could listen to that all day.
He kneels in front of the beanbag, lays her down, and captures both her wrists pinning them above her head. Thrusting deep and slow making sure to hit all her sweet spots each fucking time. Her back arches and her moans drop in pitch. Poor baby is a mess underneath him. Just the way it should be, this is where she belongs, right here pinned down underneath him. No thoughts, no curse, no impending death, just his cock fucking her mind dumb.
She’s overstimulated he can tell by how fucking tight she's gripping him. She cums like that as he slow fucks her. He fucks her through that one too before picking up speed again. She gives him one more, He gets to fuck one more orgasm out of that pretty pussy before she’s incoherently begging him to cum. How could he deny her?
He plants himself deep again. He knows he can't get her pregnant with his low sperm count from the damage, but a possessive monster can dream and pretend. He keeps himself inside as he holds her as they both come down. “Fuck," he half moans half pants before clearing his throat. "That was fuck, you did so good, you ok?” She moans at him in response, making him chuckle. “I'm taking that as a yes.”
Once her breathing is back under control and her head is back on straight, she slaps his back. Hard with feeling and he growls. His back isn't burned so that fucking hurt. “That was stupid risky. You, emo bitch, if I'm pregnant we're so screwed.” he sits up and looks at her. “Hey, it's fine, pretty sure I can't have kids. But,” As he pulls some Plan B out of his jeans pocket.
She takes it as he gets up, fixing his clothes. As she watches him before going over to the cooler knowing there's still some water and cans of soda sitting. He holds up both and she picks the water which he throws over to her. He finds his jacket, pulls out a cigarette, and lights it as he goes looking for her abandoned underwear. "Oh, so you just have a Plan B in your pocket?... who else you fucking?"
She asks pointing an accusatory finger at his chest as he stands there holding her underwear an amused smirk on his fucked up face. “You know what, maybe I will just keep these for the rest of the day. Since you wanna be a little bitch to me again.” that earns him an attempted kick that he sidesteps.
"Um hmm look at you dodging the question,” Jeff smiles down at her before tilting her head up by the chin till she's looking him in the eyes. “Only you, not Katie, not any of the three Heathers, none of the preppy Jesus cult sluts. No one but you.” It's not a lie, he's had opportunities. Plenty of opportunities, he debated doing it for a long time.
Especially with “bimbo” heather. She's wanted to fuck him since day one. While it would be a fun fuck, that’s all it would be a fuck. Wouldn't have been anything near what just happened between him and the town witch. His town Witch. His wife, his. Fuck, he watches a little drop of his cum roll down her leg as she stands up. He can't let this be a one-time thing, fuck no, not a one-time thing. Later, that can come later, at her house where he can make her scream all he wants.
“Ya sure ok.” She says with an eye roll before noticing him staring and shaking her ass a little at him. He comes up behind her grabbing her face and making her look at him. “I mean it.” He makes sure he has her full attention. “Alright, alright emo boy. Anyway, bells gonna ring soon. Are you going to class or not?”
Jeff did not like that answer but let it go. Not wanting to push and lose all this good progress. "I have some stuff to take care of but I'll walk you to class and be back for our next shared one," he says, forcing the extra bits of himself under the glamor so it conceals his features. Before putting out his cigarette and heading for the door, holding it for her.
"Oh, such a gentleman." His witch goes ahead of him so he gets to watch her ass sway. Students parted to let them pass as he walked her to class.