SEMATARY

sematary never liked you. he thought you were boring— maybe not boring, fucking annoying instead. always energetic, overly sweet and shit. but you were friends with wren and them, it’s not exactly easy to not be around you.

haunted mound rented a cheap, isolated cabin out in the woods for a weekend to shoot a music video. because of limited space… wren shifts the room assignments, and you end up forced to share the smallest room or a cramped loft with zane.

to your luck, a massive storm rolls in, knocking out the power and the wi-fi.

the others were probably downstairs drinking or some shit, maybe asleep. it didn’t matter.

but you two? you two were stuck in the close quarters, zane being a grumpy bitch per usual.

“zane, we should play a game!” you said, obviously trying to stay positive and make conversation— but he’s a total lame. he tries to ignore you by smoking out the window. “come on, zane! a blackout isn’t that bad. stop being a bitch.” your forced positivity pushes him over the edge.

he didnt move at first. the only response you got was the orange glow of his cigarette flaring up in the dark. he took a slow drag, blew the smoke out into the rain, and finally turned his head. "shut the fuck up," he muttered, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly rasp.

"make me," you shot back, rolling your eyes. "you’re always ruining the vibe. we're trapped here anyway, stop throwing a tantrum." that did it. zane flicked the cigarette out the window and closed the distance between you in two heavy strides. he leaned down, slamming his hand against the wall right next to your head, trapping you. the sharp scent of tobacco, rain, and cologne hit you all at once. "a bitch?" he echoed, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at you, his face inches from yours. "you think you're funny? you've been running your mouth since we got in the car. always doing too much, always trying to be fucking sweet. it’s annoying as shit."

your heart hammered against your ribs, but you refused to back down, tilting your chin up. "then stop listening to me."

"hard to do when you won't get out of my fucking face," he growled, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before snapping back up.

you glared right back at him, your chest heaving as the silence between you two turned heavy and suffocating. fed up with him crowding your space, you brought your hands up to shove hard against his chest. "just… get off me." he didn't even budge. instead, your sudden movement made him snap, his hand instantly coming down to catch both of your wrists in a tight, bruising grip. he pinned them back against the wall above your head, his body moving in even closer until his weight was practically pressing you down into the mattress.

the sudden heat of him overwhelmed the freezing cold room. you opened your mouth to curse him out, but the words died in your throat. before you could even blink, his grip on your wrists tightened and he leaned down, slamming his mouth against yours.

you let out a muffled gasp against his mouth, which only gave him the room to deepen it, his tongue sliding past your lips as he heavy-groaned into the kiss. his body pressed even lower, trapping you completely underneath him against the mattress. his knee slid between your thighs, the friction of his heavy clothes making your skin burn.

one of his hands let go of your wrists, but instead of letting you go, his fingers tangled tangled directly into your hair, gripping the back of your head to tilt your face up and hold you completely still. he was kissing you like he hated you, but the way his hands were shaking slightly told a completely different story.

“mm,” he groaned, his hand releasing your hair to slide down into your shorts with no hesitation. he pulled apart from the kiss to drop his head against your shoulder, lips against your ear, brows furrowed as he works.

his fingers find your center, hot and wet, a smirk curling up his face when a moan was pulled out your lips. “fuck, you like that, don’t you?”

he didn’t pause, instead, his two fingers delving inside where you wanted him most, fast and rough, not caring if you couldn’t handle it.

his fingers stretched you out, preparing you for the real prize, his other hand coming to undo his heavy belt with flimsy, shaking hands. “fuck, you’re so right. you like that, {{user}}?” he didn’t care about you answering, he just liked to watch you squirm. his heavy black denim fell to the floor as he kicks it away, along with his boxers to free his length.

“look at you. you fuckin’ slut, dripping all over me.” he laughed, yanking your shorts off along with whatever lace you wore.

“f—fuck, you’re so wet.” he rasped out, throwing his head back before focusing again. he pulled his fingers out, leaving you bucking and whining for more. his large hand came to one of your thighs, spreading you open as he licked his fingers, holding eye contact as he did so. “you taste so fucking good. you wanna be fucked senseless, don’t you?” he purred, finally, finally lining up his cock, before pushing in as deep as he could get with a loud, choked groan.