Cockbusters (M)
Title : Cockbusters
Pairing : Bambam x You
Genre : SMUT
Words : 2222 (Awesome, right ?)
Summary : You hate horror movies. It’s the last screening and right in the middle of the movie, you and your boyfriend decide you had enough jump scares.
Warning : Oral sex, sex in public, horror movie, cursing.
Kink : Agoraphilia - A fetish dedicated to sex in public places.
Written for The Kink Chronicles, a collaboration with @parkhabits.
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There is something about horror movies that always freaks you out. Maybe it’s the fact that you don’t understand the use in showing fake murders and non-existent monsters. Maybe it’s because you don’t get why anyone would enjoy hurting themselves for fun, let alone pay for it.
You’re not surprised when your boyfriend makes you tag along during another moment of craziness. You end up in front of the dark big screen, with suspicious music and Bambam’s constant munching on his huge bucket of salted pop-corn.
You knew you should have stopped dating him when he said he preferred them salted, anyways.
The plot is one of those that makes horror movies incredibly stupid. Bambam told you he wanted to see it because everyone talked about it.
But the thing is Bambam hates scary things.
Come to think of it, there are two types of scared people. The first type is the petrified kind of scared. You belong to these people, and you hate when people run after you – even playfully, because you panic and stop, covering you face in hope it would stop.
The second type is the running away kind of scared. Bambam belongs to those who sprint the shit out of the situation without looking back. He has amazing survival skills, but it’s kind of uncool when he rushes out of a haunted house and leaves you alone and frightened.
Still, you go with him. You sit down and snort at the ten-ish people who decided to come on a Monday evening, for the last screening.
You barely pay attention. Apparently, they decided to incorporate a ton of stupid jump scares, and you can’t seem to calm down whenever the music blasts and rips your eardrum. Bambam tries to act like he is unaffected, but he almost spills half of his pop-corn on the floor when a guy – who previously scalped a poor, stupid girl – decides to wear her hair as a wig and appear from the backseat of a car to rip another person’s throat.
“Why would they even split in that forest?” Bambam whispers after yet another character gets cut into tiny pieces. “And who would even stop there in the middle of the night?”
You know he is trying to be rational. It’s the only way for him not to shit himself.
“That’s why I hate these movies, they can only rely on poor decisions to make it happen. No one sane would decide to split a group of eight people and let them wander alone, with no signal, in a forest. Why are we even here, Bam?” You whisper back, voice sounding like goddamn Gollum because of the frustration.
“I don’t know, the guys said it’s a good movie!” He says back, pieces of pop-corn stuck on his chubby lips and brows furrowed when the sound of cracking bones echoes in the movie theatre.
“Shall we leave?” You look around briefly, “no one is going to notice, there aren’t even ten people here.”
Bambam scoffs, and you can see how outraged he looks. “We are here now, let’s stay.”
He waits for you to answer, but you just roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. You can’t believe you have to watch this stupid-
You tilt your head when you feel his hand on your thigh.
“Or….” You look at him and he is already wriggling his eyebrows, while throwing another pop-corn into his mouth. “We could take advantage of this big dark room…”
You narrow your eyes at him. Bambam has always been into the wildest things. He is the type of guy who would wake you up way too early to go skydiving or yell in the middle of the night and laugh when you start throwing things at him.
But this, you didn’t know it was in his plans.
You know him but he is unpredictable, so when his hand brushes against your jeans and stops between your legs, you finally understand.
He had this planned all along.
You laugh bitterly, turning around and ignoring his hand. “I can’t believe you brought me here to have sex.”
Bambam shrugs, hand now squeezing you above your jeans and making you shuffle uncomfortably. “Is that a problem?”
It’s not. As much as you feel wronged, he has been your boyfriend long enough to know you also do have some shitty kinks.
“As you said, there aren’t even ten people here…” His long fingers fumble with your jeans’ buttons until it’s opened. “Also, I’d like to jump for other reasons than this damn movie.”
“You’re such a charmer, babe.” You mock him and he laughs, no convinced by his poor attempt at flirting in front of a screen displaying ripped skin and broken limbs.
“Ok then. I’m very horny. I want you to take your jeans off so I can finger you before you sit on my penis. Better?” he offers a fake smile, and you burst out laughing, a hand covering your mouth to muffle the sounds.
“You are crazy.”
Bambam nods, totally agreeing. “So, them jeans…?” he pulls on the fabric lightly, his other hand placing the bucket of pop-corn on the floor.
You don’t spend more time talking. You are as crazy as him anyways.
You lift your hips and pull on your jeans, your eyes looking for the other people. Bambam doesn’t wait any longer, and you almost slap your mouth with your hand when he dips into your panty. He leans against his own seat, his body on his side to get better access.
“You are already so wet….” He whispers against your ear as his fingers smear your juices. The slickness makes tiny noises which don’t go unnoticed, even though the movie blasts horrific yelling sounds.
You are glad you can focus on something else. Your eyes flutter as he dips one finger into your pussy, and he groans against your face, pleased with your reaction.
“Raise your leg.” Bambam orders, his voice deeper than his usual one and you comply, lifting a shaking limb to let it rest against the armrest. “Damn it, you’re so hot.”
You see him look at your position, and you notice how thirsty he seems to be when he licks his lips slowly, the mere view of your body illuminated with every flash of light enough to make his dick throb with arousal. Your jeans are a mess around your ankles, but none of you seem to care.
So he fastens his pace, and it gets difficult to breathe without making lewd sounds. You choke, bite the inside of your cheek, pinch your lips, and release shaky puffs of air whenever the movie gets loud.
Bambam’s free hand grabs your chin to tilt your head, and his kisses swallow everything. He becomes wilder with his thrust, his tongue out to lap on your lips and teeth grazing against your reddening flesh.
You grip his face, hips shaking violently against your seat and when you feel your orgasm coming, you grab his hand, stopping him. “Wait, not now.”
He stops kissing you, his puzzled face meeting yours. He jumps when another loud yell echoes in the room, before cursing.
You smile, glancing around you before slowly diving onto your seat. “Let’s take care of you.” You crouch on the floor, sliding slowly and kneeling between his legs.
Bambam knows what is about to happen, and you hear him sigh before you even start unbuttoning his tight pants. He lets you do whatever you want, not even conscious enough to check around him.
At some point, the police could burst in and he wouldn’t give a shit.
You free his dick with much difficulty, the darkness and the tightness of the fabric making it hard to do so without hurting him. You glance up and see him leaning against his seat, a hand on his forehead to cover his eyes. You don’t miss how his lips are parted and shiny.
The first lick makes him shudder. Your pace is agonisingly slow, and the roughness of your tongue feels a thousand times better with the probability of being discovered in such a compromising position.
You rub it slowly, earning eager sounds from a careless Bambam. A couple of strokes put him over the edge, but it’s nothing compared to your lips going down on him. You swallow him fully, the excitation rising and your own body shivering from the situation.
One particularly loud sound makes him jerk though, and you almost bite him. “Bam!” You raise your head and he apologizes as soon as he sees your angry glare. “I almost chopped your dick off!” you can’t raise the volume so it only comes out as harsh whispers.
He raises his brows, his smile growing. “Well that’s kinky…” he teases, but you slap his thigh playfully and stroke him firmly, making him shut his filthy mouth.
Bambam relaxes instantly, his mouth opening when you start sucking on the reddening tip of his cock, doing your best not to make too much noise. You forget about the movie, mind focused on the task at hand.
He bucks his hips a couple of times, sighing deeply when you engulf him further and start sucking on the hard flesh, fingers fondling and massaging his balls.
“Enough…enough..” he whispers before he cums into your mouth. “Come here.”
You release him sweetly, and he doesn’t miss the tiny string of saliva left by your mouth and landing on his cock even though the room is barely lit. You get up, head low not to be noticed and offer your butt. He wants to slap it so bad, but even though his fingers itches, he can only pinch the tender flesh, earning a startled squeal from your hidden face.
You lean over when you feel him grab your hips, and you glance back right when he starts stroking himself and aligns his cock toward your entrance. “Sit right here, baby.” He whispers, the need to throw insanities too high yet too dangerous right now.
You’re glad no one is in front of you when Bambam enters you because you have to grip the back of the chair for better balance. He doesn’t have patience anymore and bucks his hips up, aware that you can’t get up without being noticed.
You groan numerous times, almost impaling yourself on his dick with jolting movements.
You gasp when you feel something cover your body, and Bambam stops. He presses you down against him and freezes totally, praying the gods for you to sit still.
“Someone’s walking by.” He whispers, but playfully thrusts up again, hiding a carnivorous grin.
You sigh, legs shaky and back starting to hurt.
You hear steps on the carpet and the noise of the door opening and closing. Bambam tears the coat he used to cover you and goes back to thrusting.
“Fucking people who can’t sit still.” He grunts lowly, hips restless.
“I’m close…” You start moving again, his dick hitting and rubbing your walls at unexpected places. You feel him grip your hips tighter and you understand he is close too. “You’re fucking dripping…” He sighs, sliding way too easily into you, and he wonders if you actually enjoy the thrill or if you were really horny.
Both of you don’t care about the movie anymore, and not even the yells of the girl being tortured can make you stop as you both aim for a marvellous orgasm, in that movie theatre, during the last screening.
Bambam can only admire the view, his eyes scanning your butt-cheeks and how they bounce on his now wet clothes. You are coating him beautifully, and if he was a tad crazier, he would have taken a picture as a souvenir.
But now is not the moment, and when he feels you contract around him, he fastens the pace, almost pounding into you.
Your body goes limp when the last wave hits you, but your vagina is still pretty much swollen and contracting crazily, the hypersensitivity too much to handle in such a position. You kick the bucket of pop-corn and not even the sound it makes is enough to make you care about the few people around you.
You lean back when your legs give up on you, and you know people could see your head popping from between the seats, but your mind is now totally gone.
Bambam whimpers when he finds himself buried way too deep inside you, and he experiences the longest release ever when the friction gets too much.
He can only pinch his lips, eyes fluttering shut and a tiny noise leaving his shaking body. He feels every spur, every drop of cum oozing from his pulsating dick, and the pleasure is overwhelming.
So when the closing credits appear on the screen, he can only feel you bounce back on your seat and put your jeans back on hurriedly.
“They are about to turn the lights on!” You whisper quickly, but Bambam shakes his head, not even feeling his hands as they reach for his soaked dick to put it back into his clothes.
Everybody stand up, and you hope no one will look at you weirdly but they are all either shook or half asleep.
You go out of the movie theatre, giggling.
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