starcaughtsam

[starcaughtsam]

Baby, You’re a Haunted House - J.M.K.

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ touching, fingering, oral, public sex, creepy themes, unprotected sex (plz use protection!)

A/N: this fic was the first one I’ve ever put my all into! I hope you enjoy! this was a collab with my favorite, @holybananafuck she was a huge help in writing!🖤 (ps. happy halloween!)

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A large door slams shut and locks behind you, Josh, and ten other patrons. The room fills with darkness, but becomes quickly illuminated by the static on a TV. The TV flicks onto a recording of a man in a blood-splattered hockey mask, gripping a machete whilst pacing a room. An unrecognizable voice begins speaking, explaining the strict rules, and guidance to ensure success with completing the haunted house attraction.

“Your objective is to escape the house alive! Do not let Masked Mason catch you. Follow the riddles hidden in the walls to find the exit. Please do not touch any scare actors. If you or someone in your party is in need of a sooner exit, please ask one of the actors for such.”

The room goes pitch black once again paired with nervous murmurs from the crowd. A door across from the TV slowly creaks open, but nobody is willing to make the first move.

“C’mon, mama. Let’s show ‘em how it’s done.” Josh takes your hand in his and begins to walk through the door into a red illuminated hallway.

Barely two steps in and Josh screams as high as his voice allows when a girl dressed as a clown crawls across the floor in front of him. In his defense, she was coming towards him eerily quick for being in a backbend. Josh stumbles back, catching him in your arms, causing him to scream again.

“Baby, it’s just me!” You giggle, the room behind you filling with laughter.

“Oookay. Well what’s everyone else waiting for?!” He turns around and throws his arms into the air.

One of the guys standing in the doorway slowly raises a finger to point behind Josh. Anxiously, he turns around and is met by the clown girl standing behind him with her neck crooked and a wide grin.

“Huh-ha! Hiya, handsome!” She flicks her eyes wide.

“Oh god, I’m gonna be sick.” He mumbles.

“Josh, it’s not even that bad!” You reassure him, squeezing his cold, clammy hand.

“If you see me at the end of each hall, you’re on the right path to freedom! Otherwise you’re Master’s dinner…” She runs her hand down Josh’s arm, leaving him to shudder before bending backwards once more and crawling away.

Once the coast is clear, the rest of the party fills in behind Josh. Moments after the previous room is empty, the door shuts behind, signing you all to your doom. The crowd makes their way around the room, curious hands scouring the walls in desperate search for riddles or clues.

“Why do I let you talk me into these things?” He groans, face washed with the red light.

“Because you love me?”

“How could I not?” Josh places a kiss on your lips. “You owe me. Big time.” He whispers.

His skin is cold and he looks on edge, making you second guess suggesting a haunted house. You knew he got scared easily, but he assured you he would be okay. Focused in an attempt to comfort your uneasy boyfriend, the two of you nearly lose the group as they continue to the right. You continue to follow along a little farther back in hopes of avoiding being the victims of the scare actors. Josh continues to stay close to your side.

“Baby, you’re okay.” You reassure him, wrapping your arm around his waist.

“Just keep me close?” He intertwined his fingers with yours, giving you a small smile.

As the walkthrough progresses Josh grows noticeably more confident. Staying a few steps behind everyone else allowed him to know what to expect. Although he seemed much less tense, his body pulled closer to yours, mimicking magnets. You’d finally caught on to when you guys were going the right way. It was given away by a gate that always shut behind you. You suspect they’re on a timer or the scare actors have a key to progress.

Once the next gate shuts behind you, the group stops at the end of the new hallway. There was another fork at the end, but nobody had been paying attention to the riddles to know which way to go. You and Josh, still standing only a few feet behind, started to look around while the rest of the group argued at the end of the hallway. The two of you tread back down the hallway where you’d all just passed, inspecting the pictures on walls for any clues. You’re attracted to one specific painting that stands out from the others. Josh walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“This one, it’s different.” You say, pointing to the painting.

“Is it because she’s kinda naked…?” He mockingly asks.

You hadn’t even looked at the picture to notice what it was, only that it physically stuck out more than the others. The picture was of a nude woman splayed out on a couch, groin covered by a slash in the canvas.

“No! Of course you’d notice that! I mean it’s physically sticking out.” You tap his hand before fixing your fingers at the edge of the painting to lift it up.

“I know a good pair of tits when I see ‘em.” His hands run up your curves, sending a small chill down your spine. He cups your breasts, giving a tight squeeze before moving his hands back down to your hips.

“You’re really gonna try to turn me on right now, Josh?” Your mind secretly yearns for him to repeat his actions.

“Is that so wrong? A man’s obsessed with his lady’s tits.”

You back up into him in an attempt to lift the picture up all the way, feeling him against your backside, a small gasp naturally escaping your lips.

He’s rock hard, and lucky as fuck it’s so dark.

You’re committed as fuck to getting out of here and getting Josh back home. So much so you consider asking for an early exit, you didn’t care about winning the prize if you could have the greatest one of all.

“Guys, you gotta go left. I found the clue!” You shout, trying to get their attention.

Their arguing drowning out any attempt to do so, but an unexpected sound is all it took. A deep groan inched from the hallway next to you and Josh. The group stops in their tracks, scared as all hell. You’d all made it this far without any Masked Mason sightings, but an appearance about halfway through made sense. The sound of heavy feet echoes down the hallway as the group finally gets a fire under their ass and books it down the left hallway. You let the picture slam against the wall and grab Josh’s hand. You hear the gate slam down, realizing you have no way of escaping. It’s just you, Josh, and Masked Mason. Josh acts quickly and pulls you to one of the rooms. He jiggles the handle until it creaks open.

“Josh, we’re gonna get caught.” You scold, even though all you want is the safety of his hands on you again.

“Nope, nobody’s come out of this room, that’s why it was closed.” He wiggles his body past the threshold and pulls you in behind him.

Josh holds the handle as he shuts it to ensure a silent close, aside from the small click of the lock. The only light to illuminate the room comes from under the door, just enough to make out the surroundings. The room was empty besides a singular chair and desk, presumably for the scare actors to use while awaiting their cue.

“What if he tries to come in here? Then we lose, Josh!”

“Shhh, don’t be loud or we’ll really get caught.” He cups his hand over your mouth and waits until your breathing slows down.

“What are we supposed to do? Hide in here? Until when?” You wrap your fingers around his wrist, moving his hand away from your mouth.

“Well, not very long. We just wait until the gate unlocks itself.” He wraps his arms around you, taking you into his warmth.

You wrap your arms around his torso and nuzzle your nose into his neck.

“I love you, I’m sorry I talked you into this.” You mumble into his neck.

“It’s okay, mama. You always do my weird shit, least I could do was do something with you.” His grip tightens around you.

A moment of silence takes over the room, just two lovers basking in each other’s presence. Still no sound of the gate opening to be heard.

“Josh?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“We could ask for an early exit, go home.”

“Do you wanna go home?”

“To be honest, I just want your hands on me again.” You grab his wrist and bring his palm up to cup your breast.

“Oh, did that do something to you earlier?”

“You know it did you fucking tease.”

“Nothing’s stopping us, we could handle your debt right now. You just gotta promise me you can be quiet.” He backs you against the wall, pressing his lips to yours.

“I promise I’ll be quiet. I just need you.”

Josh silences your begging with a needy kiss to your lips, his hands working their way up your shirt. His fingertips dance along your soft flesh as he presses himself into you, the coldness of his fingers makes you shiver under his touch.

“Gotta make it quick, mama.” He whispers between kisses, dipping one hand past the waistband of your leggings and panties.

The shuffled steps grow louder. Josh wastes no time dragging his fingers through your slick, rubbing them against your swollen clit. You bring a hand forward to feel his length growing against your palm, already hard just from touching you. He slides your bottoms down to sit just under your ass and grabs your hips, turning you to face the wall. He pulls your hips back, leaving your chest against the wall. With your pussy on full display, he kneels down and places a kiss to your clit, trailing his tongue through you until he reaches your entrance, dipping it inside. You let out a quiet groan, trying not to draw attention to the obscene acts taking place.

“Sorry, I just needed a taste.” Josh puts his hands on your ass, squeezing you as he pulls himself up to his feet.

He unzips his pants and pulls himself out of his boxers, teasing his hard tip between your folds. Josh presses his chest into your back as he slowly pushes into you. You hiss at the feeling of him stretching you out. Josh is quick to bring his hand up to cover your mouth in attempts to muffle your noises. The footsteps are sounding down the hallway, seemingly growing slower as they make way past the room you’re in. Josh begins thrusting himself inside of you, hand still around your mouth, as you gasp against the palm of his hand.

“Shh, mama. Don’t let him know we’re in here.” He whispers in your ear as the handle jiggles on the other side of the door.

You look down to where the light creeps in and see a shadow of boots on the other side. A few more silent thrusts that threaten a moan escape you before the footsteps wander off and you hear the presumed Masked Mason open the other doors, checking for patrons.

“Okay, gotta make this quicker than I thought.” Josh mumbles, picking up his pace.

He moves his free hand down to your center, brushing his fingers in hard circles over your clit. The sound of the footsteps circles back around before you hear a beep and the sound of the gate sliding up.

“Come on, mama. We’re gonna miss the gate if you don’t cum for me.”

“I can’t.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

His originally gentle thrusts are now deep and desperate. Taking his free hand, he picks up your leg, making it so his entire length is filling you. His other still fully focused on your clit.

You feel his balls slapping against your pussy, forcing out a few eager moans from you both. You jolt as you feel two fingers shove themselves inside you alongside his cock. Your clit suddenly unoccupied, you take it upon yourself to continue where he left off in hopes of speeding this up, even though you really never wanted it to end. Josh had never put anything in you along with his cock, and the sensation of it was indescribable. It hurt, but in the best way possible. This awoke something in you you didn't know was there.

“Fuck Josh. What took you so long to try this?”

“You like it mama? I’ve considered it before… Thought now might be a time to try it out.” He increased their speed, you could hear your slick against his fingers and cock, a soaking wet symphony happening between your thighs.

“Josh I’m so close… Don’t. Fucking. Stop…” You feel yourself inching towards climax, a fire rising in your core, legs nearly collapsing underneath you.

“Come on me baby. All over me, now.”

You wouldn't be able to deny him even if you wanted to, it was instant. An echoing moan escaped your lips as you released, your core throbbing against his cock.

The feeling of your hot mess pushed Josh right over the edge, it was only seconds after that his breaths grew heavy, his chest rising and falling against your back.

Suddenly he was dripping down your thighs, your pussy only capable of holding so much.

“Fuck me baby, you’re beyond incredible each and every time. This shit just doesn’t get old.”

“And it never will.”

You were caught in the heat of the moment, you nearly forgot you had to escape. What felt like hours of infatuated sex was truly only minutes.

“Shit we gotta go.” You say, bringing your panties and leggings back up around your waist.

Josh busy rebuckling his belt, you inch towards the door, slowing unclicking the lock.

“C’mon Josh, before he comes back for us!” You grabbed his hand, turning the knob and throwing the door open in which the only response was to make a break for it.

The gate shut behind you instantly. If you’d waited a second more, you would've been caught and the adrenaline was already through the roof. That gate was the last, as you noticed the red lighting grew dimmer and a bright “EXIT” sign hanging above a door straight ahead. You made your way through in which a staff member was waiting upon the other side.

“Now where the hell have you two been!? The rest of your team finished nearly ten minutes ago!” He barked.

“Well shit, guess we didn't win huh babe?” Josh remarked, gifting himself a firm grip of your ass leaving you with a rosy complexion.

“Aw no, that sucks!” You were trying your best to bullshit your way through this interaction.

“That’s alright, I got the best prize right here.” Josh shot you a wink. “Have a good night sir.”

“Hey wait!” But Josh had already lead you two away, eager to remove yourselves.

“Is there anything else you wanted to do tonight, another attraction maybe?”

“I love you, but I think we both know you won’t be visiting another haunted house anytime soon.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, that was perfect. You were perfect.” He chuckled.

“We always are. Let’s go home Josh. Don’t get me wrong, that was fun, but I need you to fuck me good and proper.”

“Anything for you my love.” He picked you up bridal style, bringing you back to his bright white Jeep, excited for the rest of the night to come.

[starcaughtsam]

Lips Like Sugar/j.t.k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 3465

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ drinking, protective jake, touching, fingering, edging, oral (m+f receiving), food play(?), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!), butt stuff, soft aftercare jake

PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY WARNINGS

A/N: this fic was a collab with @starcaughtsam she sent me the sauce and i wrote this ;)

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The cool autumn air sends chills across your barely covered legs as you walk up the driveway, hand in hand with your lover. The music is so loud that you can feel it rumbling the ground beneath your boots. Jake reaches for the handle and gives you a peck on the forehead before opening the door.

“Y/N! Jack! Looking good!” Your ex-coworker, the host, James greets you at the door dressed as a vampire.

“It’s- Jake…” Jake reaches his hand out, to which he’s completely ignored.

“Whatever you say, big guy.” James moves his gaze to you, looking up and down. “And what are you guys supposed to be?”

“Oh, Jake and I are pirates.” You smile wide pointing between the two of you, resting your head on Jake’s shoulder.

“Hm. Imagined the skirt to be a little… longer.” James shrugs his shoulders.

You let out an awkward giggle as Jake pulls you closer to his side, walking with you towards the kitchen for drinks. James turns to watch you from the doorway.

“Here, baby.” Jake hands you a cracked Topo Chico, grabbing one for himself.

“No whiskey?”

“Keeping it light, gotta drive.” He places his hand at the small of your back, guiding you to the crowd of dancing bodies.

The two of you were never big on dancing, instead finding your way to the opposite side of the crowd, plopping onto an old couch. You cross one leg over the other, ankle resting on Jake’s thigh. He places his free hand on your calf and rubs soft circles with his thumb. You share a few drinks over the course of an hour, keeping casual conversation and innocent touching. Jake had cut himself off after three drinks so he could drive, but encouraged you to have some fun.

“Feelin’ good, doll?” Jake asks, bringing his cool hand to your reddened cheek.

“Very good.” You smile stupidly with half lidded eyes.

“Would you like another drink?”

“Mm, maybe one more.” You reach to grab his hand, placing a kiss on the back of it.

“I’ll be back.” He gives you a kiss on your temple as he gets up to get you another drink.

He saunters into the kitchen, you watch him like he’s the only one in the crowded room. In a sea of costumes, your pirate is all that exists. He makes sure you’re watching before he cracks open another seltzer, licking the foam off the side of the can, undressing you with his eyes. It’s taking everything in you not to touch yourself under his gaze, slick pooling in your panties. You’re snapped from your trance as James emerges from seemingly nowhere, taking Jake’s place on the couch.

“Hey, Y/N. Where’s John? He leave?” James places his arm on the back of the couch as if he’s going to wrap it around you.

“Jake? No, he’s right there.” You point at Jake, who’s standing at the counter looking at you.

Jake trusts you, only watching for any signs of discomfort. You smile and wave at him, earning a little smirk and wave back.

“I don’t get why you’re with him. He seems like a dick.”

“I’m sorry?” You rip your eyes away from Jake to look at James.

“He seriously can’t be that good.” James inches closer to you, reaching his hand toward your knee.

You look back over to Jake who’s now making his way back to the couch empty handed.

“Not that it’s your business, but I can assure you he’s perfect at everything.” You move your leg away from his reach.

Jake finally makes it over to the couch, your knight in shining armor.

“That’s my spot.” Jake points to where James is seated.

“Move your meat, lose your seat.” James remarks.

“What are you fucking twelve, bro? Move.”

“See? Told you he was a dick, Y/N.”

You reach for Jake’s waist, hoping to diffuse the situation before it gets ugly, fast. “Baby, I’m getting tired.” You whine, dipping your thumb into his belt loop.

Diffuse the situation, Y/N. Diffuse.

“Already? I was just getting ready to start a game. Can’t have Halloween without candy!” James tries his best to persuade you, but he’s painfully unsuccessful in his attempts.

You look up at Jake through lustful eyes, images of him in the kitchen playing through your head like a melody.

“It’s up to you, my love.” Jake gently squeezes your hand in reassurance, looking down at you with his brown doe eyes.

You pull yourself up from the couch and stand in front of him, leaning over to whisper into his ear.

“I wanna go home. I have something for you.” You trail away, leaving a kiss below his ear.

“Mm, getting tired, myself. Think we’re gonna go home.” Jake pulls you into him by your waist, sliding his hand down to cup your ass before placing a kiss on your jawline. “Besides, with someone as sweet as her? Who fuckin’ needs candy?”

“Really?” James sucks his teeth, shooting Jake a dirty look.

“Awh, stop being such a downer.” Jake chides as he pulls you away with him, heading for the door.

The car ride is filled with teasing touches, his hand constantly alluding to something more but never giving into your desires.

“Just touch me already!” You tug his hand towards your center, hoping he’ll cave.

He shakes his head and gives in, he’s never been one to restrain himself from pleasure. Jake runs his calloused fingertips up and down your leg until chill bumps rise on your soft skin. His fingers carefully dance along the expanse of your thigh before sliding them under your skirt, meeting with the hem of your panties. He pushes the lacy fabric to the side, running his fingers through your folds before curling his digits into you. He presses his thumb against your clit, working languish circles until you teeter the edge.

“You’re soaked, doll. All from me?” Jake questions tenderly, taking his eyes off the road long enough to catch a glimpse of you falling apart under his touch.

Just as your walls start to tighten around his fingers, he removes them leaving you empty and hungry for more.

“Why did you stop?” You ask quietly, redness failing to dissipate from your cheeks.

“Wanna fuck you right, make you feel so good.” He mumbles, bringing his slick coated fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

You reach your hand over to his visibly hardened length, palming him through his pants. You unzip the zipper and reach your hand past the waistband of his pants and briefs, rubbing the pads of your fingers slowly across his sensitive tip. Jake wraps his hand around your wrist, restraining you from stroking him any longer.

“Don’t, not yet.” His eyes flutter back as he removes your hand from his length.

He locks his fingers in yours before placing a kiss to your knuckles. He holds your hand pressed to his lips for the rest of the ride, the air from his nose tickling your skin. Upon pulling in the driveway, Jake’s barely in park before rushing you both inside. He rustles for the keys, unlocking the door to your shared home. Jake wastes no time getting his hands back on you, pressing his body against yours forcing the door shut behind you. His hands move up and down your body, squeezing and rubbing on all his favorite spots, as he peppers heated kisses on any and all exposed skin.

“Jakeyyy, hold on!”

“Sorry, sorry. You okay, my love?” He pulls away, grabbing your hand as he steps back.

“Yeah, but remember? I have something for you?” You drag him towards the hall closet with you.

“Damn, I’ve been that bad? Gonna lock me in the closet?” He giggles, waiting for your response.

“No, you weirdo. Gotta get something.” You let go of his hand to lightly smack his shoulder before you open the closet door.

You stand on your tippy toes and shuffle around on the top shelf until you find the little black bag you’d tucked away at the start of the month. Jake’s hands rest on your hips to help balance you, his calloused pads gently pressing into your skin.

“You got us matching costumes… so I got us something matching!” You watch the curiosity wash over Jake’s face as you remove the contents from the bag.

CANDY g-string

“We don’t have to, I thought it would be fun for Halloween.” Your voice grows quieter as you watch Jake’s face for some sort of reaction.

Silence washes over the room, the only thing to be heard is the pounding of your heart behind your chest. The nervousness continues to build up until you watch his lips part in response.

“Am I wearing them too…?” He points to the boxes and then to himself.

“Only if you want, I got two incase you did.”

“Do you want me to?”

You wait a second before nodding yes.

“Okay.” He reaches for one of the boxes, inspecting the packaging.

All you can do is stand in disbelief, his willingness to try new things always astounds you.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s go, sugar lips.”

You practically run to the room, Jake hot on your heels. You start to open the boxes as Jake gets undressed, handing him a pair of the candy panties.

“Don’t think my dick’s gonna fit in this…” He says, hanging the panties from his index finger.

“Oh, it’s coming right off anyways.”

Jake comes over to you at the edge of the bed, laying you back.

“Let me do it?” He asks, reaching for your pair of candy panties.

“Okay.” You whisper in response.

Jake’s hands trail up your legs, fingertips dragging across your calves and thighs until they slip under your skirt to meet the waistband of your thong resting on your hips. He slips his fingers past the band and leaves them there for a moment. He’s hovering over you, staring into your eyes.

“You okay, Jake?” Your brows furrow.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re just so beautiful, had to take you in for a second.” He leans in and places a few heated kisses to your lips before working his way below your skirt.

Jake places soft kisses to your thighs before removing your thong. He slides them down your legs and off your ankles followed by unzipping your boots and tossing them to the side. He reaches over for your matching pair of candy panties and slides them up your legs, adjusting them over your center. Jake’s kneeling between your legs at the edge of the bed, looking down on you.

“Y’know, these things feel weird.” He giggles, snapping the band of the panties against his hips.

You push yourself up off the bed, meeting his lower abdomen with your face. You pepper kisses across his supple skin, making way to his prominent hip bone. You snake your tongue under the string resting on his hip and pull a piece of the candy between your teeth, biting down to break it free. One of Jake’s hands find their way cupped around the back of your neck as you continue kissing the expanse of his stomach. Center with his navel, you start kissing in a line down his body until your lips are against the candy holding his cock. You adjust your hands to hold onto his hips as you start to break off pieces of the candy covering his length. Each time you go for a piece, you snake your tongue between the candy and his flesh to avoid biting him, the feel of your tongue against his cock earning you soft moans. You bite off a few pieces before you grow impatient, pulling the panties to the side to free his length. You drag your tongue up and down his cock a few times before taking him in your mouth, pushing him as deep as your throat will let him. You get about a minute into pleasing him before he grows hungry for more of you. Jake places his hands on yours, removing them from his hip as he lays you back and puts them above your head.

“My turn, sweetness.” He moves his hand down and unzips your corset, laying it flat on the bed behind you, letting your breasts feel the cool air.

Starting at the hollow of your neck, Jake kisses a trail down the valley of your breasts until he meets your lower stomach. He tucks his thumbs into the panties resting on either of your hips before reattaching his lips to your skin. He lightly bites the soft skin of your tummy, your hands resting on top of his at your hips. Jake bends his wrists back enough to intertwine your fingers with his as his lips work their way down to your center. He brings a piece of candy from the middle into his mouth and breaks it off the string. He uses your hips as support to push himself up, bringing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. He licks his tongue along your bottom lip and slips the piece of candy into your mouth. Lips still on yours, Jake presses his hand over your mound and moves it side to side, stimulating your clit with the hard candy. You lift your legs up and wrap them around his back, trying to push yourself into his touch more.

“I know, baby. Just let me take care of you.” He removes his hand from your center and wraps his fingers around your ankles.

Jake brings your knees to your chest, placing kisses along the back of your thighs before he reaches your candy covered center. He moves them over with his teeth, exposing your slick heat to himself. He licks a wide stripe from your entrance to your clit, adjusting his lips to suck on your swollen bud. He lets go of your legs to free his hands, allowing them to rest over his shoulders. His hand comes down and replaces his lips, thumb now pressed to your clit as he teases you with his tongue. He dips his tongue past your entrance, pushing it as far as he can. Once you grow wetter under his touch, he moves two fingers to your entrance, slipping them inside of you as his thumb continues working fast circles over your bud. In a matter of seconds you start to tighten around his fingers.

“Go on, sweetheart. Cum for me.” He curls his fingers up more to aid the process.

“Fuck… Jake, don’t stop.”

“I’m not, baby, I’m not.” He whispers.

You watch his eyes intently watching you writhe under his touch.

“Jake, please.” You reach down to hold his wrist stopping him from moving.

“Are you okay?”

“Just wanna cum on your cock. Wanna make you feel good, too.” You reach further down to wrap your hands around his thick length, stroking and guiding him to your center.

He places his hand over yours and follows your stroking motion, dragging his tip between your folds before pushing into you. Your walls flutter around his width as he gently works himself inside fully. He lays on top of you, hands wrapped around your torso holding you into his chest. There’s not a single part of you going untouched by Jake’s body in some way. His fingertips pressed into the skin of your back and his chest laying on yours, you wrap your legs around him again. Jake’s face is nuzzled into your neck, lips against your ear allowing you to hear every obscenity mumbled from him. A mantra of fuck’s and oh my god’s leave his mouth as he slowly engulfs himself in your touch. Your arms are wrapped around his torso, pulling him in as hard as you can. The pressure of his weight rubbing against your nipples combined with him inside of you forces your own breathy moans out, creating a one of a kind melody just for the two of you. His body so close to yours has allowed the candy panties to rub against your clit, bringing you closer to the edge. Just as you start to tighten around him, he stops again, eliciting a groan from deep inside of you.

“I know, I’m sorry, had an idea.” Jake pushes himself up and pulls out of you, making you groan at the loss of contact. “I promise this time I’ll make you cum. I’m sorry, baby. Can you flip over for me?”

You weakly roll over onto your stomach, body growing tired and sore from Jake’s consistent edging.

“Can I take these off now? Kinda getting in my way.” He asks, toying with the string on your ass.

“Only if you’re gonna make me cum this time.”

He answers by removing the candy panties from your hips and slipping them between your lips.

“Give that mouth something to do other than talk back.” He mumbles as you hear his pair hit the floor.

Jake pushes your legs together and situates himself around you before you feel the tip of his cock against your ass. He leans his torso into your back and brings his lips to your ear.

“Ready?” He whispers.

All you can manage is a nod and Jake slips his cock back inside of you. A few strokes in and Jake’s already pushing you to the edge again. He leans back up and places his hands on your hips, pulling you up to your knees. He adjusts your legs around his frame, spreading out the view for him. He begins thrusting into you again, hands on your hips and his fingers digging into the skin. He moves one hand from your hip and runs it over the swell of your ass. His thumb rests over your back entrance, rubbing in circles for added stimulation.

“Is this okay? You like that?”

“Yeah…” You moan. “Put it in.”

You hear spit leave his lips and make contact with your ass as he uses his thumb to spread the manmade lubricant over your entrance. He slowly pushes his thumb into your ass, resting his palm against your lower back. He slowly moves his thumb in and out of you as he works his cock inside your pussy. Jake removes his other hand from your hip and wraps it around to toy with your clit. Chasing his own release, he starts thrusting into you harder, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix every so slightly. With all of the added stimulation, you start to tighten around his wide length again, this time with the promise of finishing. Jake removes his thumb from your ass and brings it up your back to grab your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He wraps it around his hand and pulls your back into his chest. You bring your arms behind you, pressing your hands into Jake’s sides, squeezing his love handles. He fully pushes you over the ledge, gifting you your promised release as he himself comes undone. The two of you fall to the bed, Jake’s cock still buried deep inside of you. After catching you both catch your breath, Jake pulls his now soft length out of your aching core. Jake rolls off the bed and collects the candy pieces from around the room, tossing them into the bathroom trash can. You turn your head to watch him as he leans over the tub and begins to draw a hot bath. He shuffles through cabinets under the sink and pulls out a handful of bath products.

“Rosehip or coconut?” He shouts out into the bedroom.

“Rosehip is good.” You mumble just enough for him to hear.

Jake saunters out of the bathroom and over to the bed, picking you up in his arms and bringing you to the bath.

“I’ll be back, just relax a little, okay?” He says, lowering you into the water and placing a kiss to your forehead.

You watch him enter the bedroom several minutes later with a cup of chamomile tea and an assortment of snacks. He comes back to the bathroom with your mug and hands it to you before climbing into the tub with you.

“Nightmare on Elm Street is ready on the tv when you are.”

After the bath grows cool, you guys get out and dry each other off before making your way to the bed.

“Wait, don’t lay down yet.” He walks to the closet and grabs fresh sheets, stripping the bed of the old ones and discarding them in the dirty laundry.

Once the bed is done up with clean sheets, Jake gets you settled with the snacks before climbing in next to you and starting the movie.