Y/n: Why are you here? What is this place? Where am I?
I pester him with questions, hoping he’ll answer. I take the time to properly look around. The bed that I’m on is in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by a hundred candles of varying sizes, forming the shape of the Faceless Man’s symbol. Only this time, I’m in the middle of it. It’s like I’m being offered up to a higher power, a sacrificial lamb here for the slaughter.
Would I say no, or would I let him have his way with me? It doesn’t really matter what I do, I realize, because this is just a dream. I’ll wake up tomorrow feeling even more guilty and no less lonely. I’ll be back to having contact and connection through the form of one-sided letters. Well, assuming he responds to me. I run my fingers through the soft red velvet blankets and matching cushions.
Grabbing the blanket, I try to pull it up to cover myself so he doesn’t see how hard I’m squeezing my legs together or just how obvious my nipples are at the sight of him like that or any trace of my scars. Just beyond the line of candles, the Faceless Man says.
??: When my dark storm summons me with the promise of letting me taste her, I come.
The space between my legs grows damp, and it only gets worse when he pushes off the tree and stalks toward me. A predator that has finally cornered his prey. A demon that has finally found a soul. When he steps over the candles, they blaze even brighter. Goosebumps pebble along my skin, but not from the cold. Even though I can’t see his face, he’s walking toward me like he’s going to devour me, lick and bite every inch and not leave a single crumb.
Y/n: I didn’t summon you.
I whisper, foolishly crawling as far back from him as possible. He stops and cocks his head.
??: No?
I blink, momentarily transfixed at the sight of his body from his nearness. I shake my head.
Y/n: I never did that. I have to tear my eyes away from the hard muscles of his body and to the forestry around. There’s almost an otherworldly hue to it “Is this a dream?”
??: No.
He’s lying. This must be a dream. He starts walking again, his steps slower than before like he wants to drag out his hunt until he reaches the end of the bed. I pull my knees to my chest and cross my ankles to hide myself from him. The bed dips when he leans forward, placing his weight on his hands pressed flat on either side of the bed. Every inch of him is hypnotic, not just because of the smoke dancing on his skin, but because he’s sculpted like a Greek god.
??: I told you that I will be tasting you. *I scream when he darts his hand out to grab my ankle and pull me to the edge of the bed, so that I’m at his mercy. “And I am not a liar, Y/n.”
I squirm beneath him when the cold air caresses my center, and I try to shift my hips to tug the robe down, but he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head with a single hand. The combination of the two moves has a whimper escaping my throat. I swear somehow the shadows beneath his hood darken.
Y/n: This is just a dream. I say to myself, rather than him
??: Tell me, my love. *He drags his free hand from my ankle, up my thigh and to my hip, slowly, ever so slowly, holding it down when I try to shift away from him. Then he moves his hand between my legs. I buckle when a whisper of a touch slithers over my lips, making me feel like this is definitely real. “Do you often dream of me between your legs?”
As if his soul is pulling away from his body, a dark shadow forms behind him, growing in size and unfurling like a true creature of the night. The shadow has to be eight feet tall at least. It mimics the Faceless Man’s every move like it’s an extension of himself. Even though I can barely see the shadow’s silhouette, I can just make out the barrel chest and the width of his arms that are bigger than the size of my head. Still, this form is identical to the Faceless Man’s.
I try to move away as the shadow develops a mind of its own, reaching for my throat and wrapping its cool fingers around it. The pressure doesn’t hurt, but it starts a deep pulse between my legs as it—he—steals my breath.
Y/n: Are you a monster? I manage to gasp. He grazes my glistening heat as a low growl starts in his throat
Then he drags his hand beneath the robe over the soft skin of my stomach to grab a full breast.
??: He and I are one. Do you think that I am a monster, Y/n?
I’m too breathless to respond, not for the lack of air, but for the way he assaults my nipple. Twisting and pinching ruthlessly as if it is my punishment for asking such a question. A shadowed hand reaches down and yanks my robe open, baring me to the Faceless Man and his shadow.
I huff out a gargled cry when a shadowed hand slaps my breast, leaving behind a sinful burn. There’s no way that he can’t see my scars or the way they make me feel like I am less. But the way that he’s grasping me tells me that he couldn’t care less about them. Like he said, he thinks I’m beautiful.
???: Answer me. Let me hear your voice. I whimper and buck my hips up, trying to gain some friction
I feel so pathetic, having a dirty dream about a man I’ve never truly met. I moan, not recognizing this desperate person that I am, wanting his skin on mine and to be full of everything he wants me to feel. It has been so long since I’ve been touched. But ever since that first letter, I’ve never lacked the feeling of being wanted. The Faceless Man has made sure that the feeling is constant. Still, I have doubts. I need his touch, too.
Y/n: No. I choke out. I think you’re an angel, I want to say. Saving me from death. Saving me from myself
??: Do not move your hands from this spot, or you will learn just how monstrous I can be. Do you understand? The pressure around my throat increases and his hands move to the next nipple, abusing it as he did the other “Nod your head if you understand.” I nod
He leans down, blinding me with the darkness beneath his hood. My back arches involuntarily when his chest caresses my nipples. He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth sharply and my breath stutters. He licks the wound and pulls away, letting go of my throat.
??: Good girl. This is just a vivid dream. This is just a vivid dream. This is just a vivid dream
The shadowed hands find purchase with my breast, giving them more attention than they’ve ever received in their life.
Y/n: What are you doing? I pant when he lowers himself until my heat is in the same line of sight as his eyes
??: I brought you a meal. It’s only fair that you offer me one in return.
He draws a single finger over my clit, then pushes into my entrance and hisses.
??: So beautiful. I cry out from the combined stimulation of the shadowed hands and his real one “I can smell your need for me, Y/n. I have made a decision, do you want to know what it is?” It takes everything in me not to tell him to add another finger and just let me fall off the edge of bliss
The one digit keeps moving in and out of me, curling slightly to hit the spot that will make me see stars. But his lazy motions tell me he’s not even trying. He’s playing with his food. Delirious with need, I forget that he asked me something until a shadowed hand slaps my breast.
??: Your words, love. My brain is in too much of a frenzy to think of what it might be
Y/n: Yes.
??: I’m not just going to taste you. I’m going to hear you scream. My cheeks burn
Y/n: What— I swallow my words when another finger is shoved inside of me, and everything around me stops existing. There is only him and the swirls moving across his chest
I don’t get a chance to compose myself before he drops his head and starts lapping at my clit like a starved man who has just received his first meal.
??: Fuck. he snarls, and it’s almost like he’s laughing to himself in disbelief as a needy moan leaves my lips when he takes me in between his teeth “I am going to devour you.”
I try to squeeze my legs and am met with a sharp assault to the side of my ass before he grabs the flesh like a lifeline, dulling the pain. One of the hands—I’m too lost in the sea of bliss to determine if it’s corporeal or shadow—pries my legs apart, pushing them as wide as they can go, letting the Faceless Man have more of me.
His fingers curl, and I do exactly what he said: I scream. I don’t even hear his growls of approval as he continues repeating the motion, flicking his tongue faster and faster, like I will run away any second. I want to go against his command and let my arms down so that I can pull his hood away or reach beneath it and feel exactly what he’s hidden from me.
Y/n: Wait, stop. My voice is raspy, the words coming out on two heaving sighs. He freezes. My stalker and his shadow stop touching my body, and I almost tell them to disregard what I said and keep going. But I don’t want to have to call him the Faceless Man, not when he’s eating me like I’m his last meal “What’s your name? What are you?” I breathe out, my throat beginning to tingle from my screams
God, Y/n, it’s a dream. How the hell would he tell you his name?
??: I want you to figure out what I am. He kisses the inside of my thigh “But the only word I want you screaming is my name: Jungkook.” I bite my tongue because moaning his name is going to be a mouthful
Y/n: Okay, Jungkook. *He snarls and dives back to fucking me with his fingers and licking me like he might find religion somewhere inside me. A shadowed hand fists my hair and pulls me up onto my elbows so that I can watch his ruthless movements. Jungkook’s hood angles upwards, as if he’s watching me too, and he’s waiting for me to come undone. I gaze up at the shadow, and just make out the faintest outline of eyes boring down on me, as if committing the sight to memory.
Is the shadow just his soul? What exactly is it—he? I don’t know. Jungkook’s hand grips my thigh with his free hand hard enough to leave an imprint on my skin that will bruise come morning, and his shadowed one reaches for my face, tracing my lips like he’s trying to capture my moans with his touch so that he can write about it in a letter. The move is so intimate, making my heart squeeze.
Jungkook: Sing for me, my love. he whispers against my skin as he curls his fingers and hits the part of me that I forgot existed. I scream his name out like a curse, and buck my hips. Unbridled ecstasy rips through every inch of me. He continues with his feast, sucking and licking until there is nothing left for me to give him, my body and mind going limp with the pleasure I have been starved of
Jungkook: Oh, my love. he mumbles against the inside of my thigh, grazing his lips along the soft skin before biting down, leaving small marks along my skin “Oh, my night monster. You are a dream. Nothing could compare to the taste of you.” Heat flushes my cheeks at the compliment. I have never felt so satisfied
For the first time since the accident, the tension in my body subsides and muscles relax, like I can finally breathe and not feel the weight of everything that’s gone wrong. I watch with curiosity as the shadow moves behind me, pulling me upright and digging its cool fingers into my shoulders, working out the knots. Jungkook rises to his feet and places his hands on the bed on either side of me, caging me in between him and the shadow.
His hips are in between my legs and it would be so easy to give into the fantasy and feel one of the many things that have been hidden from me. I drop my gaze down to his bulge that is straining against his pants like it is begging to be free. I don’t need to let it out of its cage to know that the stretch will sting.
Jungkook: Use your words. he says, noticing my stare. I reach for the hem of his pants, only for my wrists to be caught in his iron grip
Jungkook: Your words. He takes my chin and lifts it up to darkness beneath the hood “Your voice is an aphrodisiac, my Y/n. You should use it more often.” I swallow the lump in my throat and wet my bottom lip. The shadow’s massage halts for a moment, as if I’ve done something to bother it. Then it moves closer, pressing against my back as if it were completely solid
I look down at his chest, then at his bulge, then slowly make my way back up to his concealed face, taking my time to relish every inch of his body. The pulsing between my legs springs back to life with new vigor
Jungkook: May I? A low chuckle resonates through the forest, and he fulfills another one of my fantasies
He makes a necklace out of his hands by wrapping his fingers around my throat, only he doesn’t squeeze. The veins in his arms move and pulse under the candle light. I let myself give into temptation and skim the masculine ridges of his forearms, making his hold around my neck tighten. The shadow shifts its large hands to knead my breast and send more heat to my core. The shadow’s hand practically covers my whole chest, making me feel small and—dare I say it—dainty.
Jungkook: Y/n. My sweet night monster. I told you that I would taste you. I told you that you would be screaming my name. I swear I can hear the grin on his face in his words “I did not say that I would fuck you.” Embarrassment turns my blood cold. I’ve been a dark cloud since the accident and have done practically nothing to be appealing or even feel sexy. Even the Faceless Man in my dream doesn’t want me
Beck doesn’t, so why should Jungkook—if that’s even his actual name—find me attractive with all my scars. He presses his soft lips to mine, and the smell of morning dew and a summer’s breeze wafts over me, dissolving my doubts. His warm breath fans the shell of my ear as he says.
Jungkook: I have longed for the taste of you, and now that I have it, I will never know another. When I fuck you, there won’t be any candles. It won’t be in a dream. When I claim you, it will be on my terms. But it will not be tonight. I let a whimper escape my lips, after being left high and dry. He can’t seriously just leave me a wet and needy mess and deny me the simple pleasure of a second orgasm, especially when my raw nipples are still getting the shadow’s undivided attention
Jungkook taps his symbol that is hanging around my neck.
Jungkook: You were made to wear me.
Y/n: Please. I whisper, grinding my hips into the bed to reach another release
Jungkook: Please?
He’s taunting me, I know he is. He wants me to become completely his, just so that I can give him all of me while he gives me nothing in return.
But this is just a dream. He’s not real. I remind myself.
Y/n: Please. I beg “Jungkook.”
He growls in approval as the shadows’ attention to my breasts becomes rougher and more hungry. I’m too distracted by the shadow to notice that Jungkook moved his hand until he pressed a heavy thumb right on my clit, sending electric fire straight to my core.
Jungkook: Go on.
He wants me to say it, to voice my needs. That’s the opposite of what has always happened between me and the Faceless Man. I don’t voice the troubles on my mind to anyone other than Dr. Wilson. Even then, I don’t tell her about my issues with getting food into my cupboard or paying for things. Jungkook has known exactly what I need without me having to say it.
Whether it’s to hear that I look beautiful, or just to know that someone recognizes my pain.
Y/n: Please, Jungkook. I want to come again.
I beg, voice low and meek. He does nothing for a moment, then he finally leans in and kisses me. It isn’t hungry or demanding, isn’t filled with lust or need. The kiss is one of silent understanding and mutual connection, but also like he’s proud of me. Then he pulls away. Before I can blink, I’m thrown onto my hands and knees.
Just as before, the shadow stays behind me. Except this time, a thick finger slides through my wet heat, then pushes into me. I throw my head back and groan, my eyes automatically rolling to the back of my head. The Faceless Man takes the opening as a chance to grip my hair to force me to look up at him. One of the shadow’s fingers is bigger than two of Jungkook’s. I grind my hips, drawing pleasure from the shadow as his finger slams into me.
What does it say about me that the thought of being finger fucked by a shadow that has no real features other than a silhouette is the hottest thing I could ever think of? I want it to be Jungkook’s cock that I’m riding, but my god, the fact that the shadow is near invisible is doing more to me than it should. I’m whimpering and mewling, teetering on the edge of release, when the shadow’s pumps slow, though the hold on my hips doesn’t falter.
Jungkook: Relax, my love. I’m not done with you yet. I frown, only to scream when another finger pushes into my pussy, stretching it to the point of agony. Tears of both pain and pleasure pricks my eyes. It’s larger than anything I have ever been with “Take all of it.” The shadow slowly slides his fingers in until he reaches his knuckle. I moan as I try to accommodate the size and just how deeply inside of me he is
He doesn’t start moving again until I curl my back to take him even deeper.
Jungkook: That’s it. All of it.
A sharp sting of pain makes me hiss, but I’m too caught up in each thrust to do more than just scream and moan. If this is only a dream, how does it feel so real? Movement just below my line of sight catches my attention. I try to move my head but his grip in my hair stops me from getting far.
Y/n: What are you doing?
I gasp, biting my lip as I pant and try to hold back another scream. Somewhere under the darkness of his hood, I swear I see a sinister smile flash across his seemingly nonexistent face.
Jungkook: It’s only fair that you taste me too.
My eyes widen before my head is pushed straight down onto his cock.
My mouth barely fits around him, still he pushes further inside me. He doesn’t make it far before I gag, but he doesn’t relent, the sound not a deterrent but an encouragement.
Jungkook: All of it. Just like I told you to.
His voice is firm, not revealing if he feels as undone by me as I am by him. Tears stream down my eyes as I’m filled so completely by two beings I’ve never seen the faces of.
My jaw aches from how wide I have it open. I try to relax my throat and Jungkook pushes in deeper.
Jungkook: My sweet flower, look at you. So beautiful on your hands and knees for me.
He tugs on my hair to pull out of me completely, and raises me higher so that my upper body is held up by his grip. Tears wet my cheeks, and saliva drips down the side of my mouth. With his thumb, he swipes the drool and pushes it back into my mouth.
Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought up the shadow. Now, I wouldn’t have it any other way. His letter that said I would feel like when I finish on him had such a visceral impact on me that I still haven’t forgotten about it half a year later. The mystery of the unknown was a kink in itself, not knowing what he looked like or when I might find him. It made my mind thinks of things that would certainly make Dr. Wilson up my dosage.
The shadow’s fingers pull out of me, leaving me empty and incomplete. I whimper and almost reach back to get the shadow to put his fingers back, or else I’d be finishing the job myself.
Jungkook: Keep fucking me, please. I beg. When he doesn’t answer, I say “Please. I need it. Fuck my face, fill my pussy. I just need you to fill me. Please.” Jungkook’s body visibly softens
Jungkook: You’re so beautiful when you beg. *I cry out when a sharp slap hits my ass so hard that white dots appear in my vision. Both Jungkook and the shadow snarl at once. They fill me at the same time and start pounding into me before I get the chance to take a breath. I’m stuck, permanently gagging on his cock while the shadow sinks deeper than I knew was possible. Pleasure bubbles and boils beneath my skin.
I try to stop Jungkook and warn him that I’m about to fall off the edge straight into the deep end and I’ll take him down with me, but neither of them stop their relentless thrusts. When I can’t take it anymore, my hands and knees collapse beneath me. I’m writhing and trembling, trying to take my fill of the explosion of bliss caused by the unknown and his shadow, all while they keep me upright with their continued assault.
Jungkook’s roar shakes the trees and rattles my bones as he releases himself into my mouth. I try to take every sweet drop of him and swallow, laving at every inch of him with my tongue.