Euronymous x reader / Movie night
Euro and Y/N watch a horror movie until he suggests recreating one of the scenes.
SMUT
(1561 words)
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Øystein sat on his black leather couch, his arm wrapped around her slender figure. The room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere. They had been arguing for what felt like an eternity, going back and forth about spending more time together. After much deliberation, Øystein finally agreed to meet up, but with a condition - a movie night of his choosing.
Her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and apprehension, reluctantly accepted his terms. She had already seen 'a Serbian film' he suggested, and their differing perspectives on the movie made it a controversial choice.
Y/N understood the film's true irony, recognizing it as a provocative work meant to disturb and challenge its viewers. However, for Euronymous, it was a dark masterpiece of raw emotion, an exploration of hate and lust that fascinated him.
Sitting side by side, their attention fixated on the screen, Y/N became engrossed as the scene unfolded. The protagonist, drugged and disoriented, found himself in a sterile white room with a simple bed. A girl lay motionless on the bed, and he was instructed to perform unspeakable acts with her. The reader, feeling uneasy and finding the scene tasteless, requested to skip it. However, Øystein leaned forward, urging her to be quiet, his eyes locked onto the screen. She sighed, crossing her arms and leaning against the couch, her gaze wandering aimlessly around the room.
When the scene concluded, Euronymous stole a glance at her, a certain satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. It was a look that stirred a mixture of excitement and trepidation within her. His voice, low and suggestive, broke the silence.
"We should try that
"
he whispered, his words laced with an unsettling intensity.
"Are you insane, Øystein? I'm not planning to get killed"
she responded, her annoyance palpable at the audacity of his suggestion.
He chuckled softly, his arm tightening around her as he reassured her.
"Without the killing part, babe"
he said, his voice tinged with a mischievousness that both intrigued and frightened her. She hesitated, weighing the risks and consequences in her mind. Her eyes locked with his, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as his touch sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, his cold fingers slid down her shoulder, tracing a path along her arm until he found her hand, gently intertwining his fingers with hers. The chill of his touch mirrored the icy aura he exuded, causing her hairs to stand on end and goosebumps to form all over her body.
Caught in the intensity of the moment, almost entranced, she nodded, her decision made. Øystein rose from the couch, pulling her up with him, their hands still entwined. He led her to the bedroom, anticipation and uncertainty mingling in the air as they ventured into uncharted territory together.
To her surprise, Øystein opened the nightstand drawer and revealed a pair of handcuffs. The glimmer in his eyes hinted at his eagerness to use them, to bind her hands behind her back. Before Y/N could utter a comment or express her surprise, his lips crashed onto hers, sealing them in a passionate kiss that mirrored their deepest desires. The intensity of the moment engulfed them, drawing them further into the realm of lust and longing.
Their breaths mingled, growing heavier with each passing second, only parting their mouths briefly to steal a much-needed gasp of air. Øystein's slender, pale hand traced a path down her body, his fingertips leaving a trail of anticipation along her skin. With a deliberate motion, he reached the end of her shirt, pulling it up and over Y/N's head, revealing her to him in all her beauty. For a fleeting moment, he paused, his gaze drinking in the sight of her exposed torso, his mind filled with aching arousal.
Their hearts pounded in perfect synchrony as Euronymous pulled her waist closer to him, their chests colliding with an electric surge of desire. The fervor between them intensified with each passing moment, their mouths hungrily exploring one another as the layers of clothing were shed and tossed haphazardly onto the ground.
Øystein's voice, husky and filled with command, instructed her,
"Arch your back and let me take care of the rest."
Yielding to his dominance, Y/N complied, lying on the bed in a position of vulnerability, fully exposed to his penetrating gaze. The cold metal of the handcuffs encircling her wrists sent a shiver through her body, raising goosebumps on her skin, but it only served to heighten the sensations coursing through her.
The room was enveloped in an air of raw passion and unspoken desires as Øystein hovered over her, his eyes filled with an intoxicating mix of power and reverence. With deliberate and deliberate movements, he explored her body, his hands tracing every curve, every dip, every cuts and every contour, igniting sparks of pleasure along their path. His lips followed suit, leaving a trail of fiery kisses and teasing nips, stoking the flames of desire within her.
The symphony of their moans and whispers filled the room, becoming a chorus of their shared ecstasy. Bound by desire and the constraints of the handcuffs, Y/N surrendered herself completely to the pleasure that Øystein evoked within her.
In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. They were consumed by the powerful magnetism that drew them together, lost in a realm of sensuality and vulnerability. Nothing else mattered except for the intoxicating union of their bodies, entangled in a dance of passion and surrender.
Øystein continued his teasing exploration, his lips ghosting along the curves of her spine, igniting a trail of electric sensations that intensified her lust with each lingering kiss. Her body ached for his touch, craving the moment when he would finally enter her. Aware of the desperate longing etched across her frame, he reveled in the power he held over her and cruelly took his time, savoring the anticipation.
As her desire reached its crescendo, nearly pushing her to the point of begging, Øystein abruptly seized her bound wrists, pressing her into the softness of the pillows and lifting her hips to meet his own. With a deliberate slowness, his finger traced the outer contours of her vulva, registering how wet and ready she already was for him. The sight of her defenseless and vulnerable body, arching and yearning for him, caused his own arousal to surge, his length growing impossibly harder.
A whimper escaped Y/N's lips, a plea forming on her tongue as she implored him,
"Please, fuck me. I beg you, please."
Those words proved to be his undoing. Unable to resist her fervent entreaty, Øystein yielded to his primal desires, plunging his throbbing length inside her with a raw roughness that sent a mutual moan rippling through the air. The initial pain of being stretched to accommodate his size mingled with a pleasurable ache, intensifying the intimate connection they shared. Y/N reveled in the sensation, the fusion of pain and pleasure, wanting the ecstasy to stretch on endlessly.
Pausing for a brief moment, Øystein fought to regain control over his insatiable lust, his body trembling with the effort. Gradually, he began to move his hips, establishing a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies. Y/N's own instincts took over, her every motion harmonizing with his, yearning for more intensity, for the unyielding union of their beings.
Their movements grew rougher and more intense with each passing thrust, their bodies locked in a primal rhythm of pleasure and need. Moaning and groaning words escaped Øystein's throat, his voice filled with a raw urgency.
"I'm gonna cum."
Those words sent an indescribable surge of arousal coursing through Y/N's veins. Eager to amplify the pleasure, she pressed her hips against him with greater force, their connection becoming even more intense. He filled her completely, his length seemingly molded perfectly for her, erasing any coherent thought from her mind. The sensations overwhelmed her, rendering her unable to hold back the symphony of moans and heavy breaths that spilled from her lips.
With each deep and powerful thrust, Øystein claimed her completely, their bodies melding in a crescendo of ecstasy. He became noticeably louder, the intensity of their union pushing him to the edge of control. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he released his climax with one last forceful thrust, emptying himself deep inside her. His grip tightened on her hips, ensuring she wouldn't move further, the need to prolong their shared pleasure driving him to restrain her.
Y/N could feel his length twitching inside her, his cum sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her.
Seconds later, his grip loosened, their heavy breathing gradually subsiding as his chest rose and fell with the return of a normal heart rate. After he withdrew from her, the click of the handcuffs opening reverberated through the room, freeing her wrists. The cuffs had left faint pink marks on her soft skin, but it was a trivial concern amidst the aftermath of their passionate encounter.
As they lay intertwined, their bodies basking in the aftermath of their intense lovemaking, Øystein broke the silence with a suggestion.
"We should have nights like this more often," he said, his voice laced with a hint of longing and satisfaction.
Y/N's heart skipped a beat, her own desire echoing his sentiment. In that moment, they both knew that this night had ignited a flame that would burn brighter and more passionately with each encounter, a connection that they yearned to explore further in the depths of their desires.
