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jtargaryen18 · 4 years ago

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Hot Girl Bummer: Halloween Party

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Pairings:Jake Jensen (Best Buy) x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Groping, sex in a hummer, spanking

Summary: Not the last chapter. Just a holiday extra. 🎃👻🦇

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The Halloween party for the Petunias and their families? A brilliant idea on Michelle’s part. Her husband, April’s father, and Jake took the girls out trick-or-treating around the neighborhood. The other two dads who showed up went with them. The rest of you, the Petunia moms, got started on the Halloween celebration. Spiked punch with baked goods and candy as far as the eye could see.

“What’s in this punch?” Samantha asked, her face skewing up as she took a drink from her cup.

There were two punch bowls. One was fit for a princess, all crystal and pink. The other was enormous and murky green. It was officially the adult punchbowl.

You’d just finished your second cup. Yeah, it didn’t look very appealing. But whatever it was, it was very potent.

Michelle’s sigh was long-suffering. “God only knows. My brother did that.”

You snorted. It was a loud, unladylike sound to be sure. But you felt amazing.

“Jake did this?” you asked, giggling now.

Michelle’s grin looked a lot like his and she shook her head. “Yeah, he did… Are you okay?”

You nodded. You thought you were. Okay, whatever was in that punch had gone straight to your head. Maybe if you ate something?

Michelle braved it, having some of the punch and joining you while you were mostly successful in peeling off the paper of one of the cupcakes you made. Her smile stayed in place as she looked you over. How did you not notice until now how much she and Jake looked alike? Dressed as a queen in a lovely green gown, Princess Aurora’s mom, she was just as gorgeous as he was.

“Has Jake seen you yet?” she asked.

Of course you’d just taken a huge bite of the cupcake at that moment but you did manage to shake your head.

You’d just gotten home from work when they’d met at Michelle’s house. You didn’t want to hold anything up, so you told Jake and Charlie you’d catch them when they got back from going around the neighborhood.

Charlie was dressed like Belle in her lovely little yellow dress and Michelle had styled her hair for you and helped her get ready. Jake had dressed as the beast. You’d laughed at him the other night when he’d ripped the padding out of the costume because, well, he didn’t need it. For the life of you, you didn’t know how he would put up with the headdress for that damn costume. The beast’s head was huge and looked heavy.

But you also knew he wouldn’t let Charlie down. No matter how miserable, he’d wear the damn thing.

You’d thought about dressing up as Mrs. Potts but wearing a huge felt teapot costume didn’t sound all that appealing. You’d opted to be the featherduster instead. You hadn’t gone full-on French maid for the costume. The top was a little revealing but acceptable for a mom. The skirt ended just above your knees and you had your featherduster prop. The fishnets had been on sale in the Halloween store, so you added those with cute little heels.

You were hoping Jake would like it.

You’d helped hand out candy with Michelle, the neighborhood was jumping, when the lot of them came up the walk. April was Aurora, the blue version of the dress, and her father in his kingly outfit looked more like Prince Humperdinck from The Princess Bride than her animated counterpart.

Charlie looked amazing and you smiled at the yellow ribbons Michelle wove into her hair. Her eyes rounded when she saw you and she made a beeline for you, hugging your legs. “Mom! You look good.”

Hugging her back, you twirled your daughter to see her look. “Not as good as you. Did you get a lot of candy?”

“So much!” She pointed at the two buckets Jake was carrying, stopping when he reached the steps. Setting them down, he pulled off the huge costume head and you laughed to see his glasses fogged and crooked on his face.

The girls grabbed the buckets and darted into the house with April’s dad and the others.

His grin was pure mischief as he gave you the once over. “A French maid?”

“I’m the featherduster,” you pointed out, still feeling the punch you’d had.

You led him into the house, into the party. His hand slid over your ass as you crossed the threshold.

The kids were all excited and digging into their candy. The dads were enjoying the swamp punch and Jake joined them, but he never really took his gaze off you as you chatted up the other moms, talked with the girls.

You and jake helped April keep the table full, got things to help out. Well, you were helping out. Jake managed to grope you every opportunity he could do so without being seen.

He’d crowded you at the sink in the kitchen after your third cup of punch, one hand pulling up the side of your skirt as quickly as he could while you struggled to react.

“Jake, stop,” you whispered only your warning really didn’t sound very warning.

“What’s under here?” he whispered hotly in your ear.

While you tried to get his hand out from under your skirt, those clever fingers plucked at strap on your garter belt, sliding down to feel the top of one stocking.

“Jake,” you whined, trying to get away from him before he embarrassed you both when someone walked in. His hips held yours there, grinding his cock into your ass as his fingers slid up to make another discovery.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jake was a little loud. His fingers slid into your heated folds, unobstructed and yeah, you were more than a little worked up between the punch and the fact that he was struggling to keep his hands off you.

“No panties?” he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear with his teeth. “We’ve gotta go.”

“Charlie—”

“Will want to stay with April,” Jake went on, his other hand under your skirt now and you were trying in your tipsy state to get him to stop for now.

“But Michelle—”

“Wants her little brother to be happy.” His tongue teased your ear, one finger circling your clit while you hung onto the counter for dear life.

When April called out for you, Jake moved back from you with a speed that was a little scary. Still facing the sink, you didn’t miss him sucking you off his fingers as you greeted his sister.

The party was winding down. The two of you helped Michelle and her husband take care of the biggest part of the party setup. The girls were already tucked under a blanket, still in costume, on the couch watching The Nightmare Before Christmas.

“Charlie, you ready to head home?” you called out to her after you found your purse and featherduster.

“Mom, can I stay here?”

Oh, they were both giving you puppy eyes and Michelle’s glance at you and Jake was knowing. “It’s fine with us. I am going to hit you up to keep April a weekend next month because it’s our anniversary.”

“You got it,” Jake told her before flagrantly throwing you over one shoulder and heading out the door with you.

The girls’ delighted squeals erupted behind you and you got to watch their delighted little faces in the window as they waved to you, thinking you getting hauled off caveman style was the funniest thing they’d seen.

Jake unceremoniously tossed you up into the hummer and you were off. You shook your head at him, looking all too pleased with himself as he drove along, and reached for your seatbelt. You didn’t get a chance to throw it on.

Jake pulled off down a narrow dirt road, stopping when he came to what looked like a small parking lot next to the river. No one else was there and the moon was full and bright, its light glittering off the water.

No sooner did you have that thought than Jake literally tossed you into the back onto the cold seat. The hummer was still running and locked, the heat on.

Jake almost frantically pulled the coat and shirt from the beast costume off, popping stitches in his haste. He pushed you back on the seat. Your skirt was thrown up and your thighs pried apart. Jake pressed his face into your wet, aching flesh without delay because he could. His moan was a deep rumble that you felt all through your lower body.

You hung onto him, the alcohol buzzing in your brain, running through your veins like electrical current. Your fingers slid into his hair as you circled your hips in his face, wanting more, needing more. His tongue was a wicked torment, focusing on your clit with a ruthlessness that had release riding you hard.

Choking back a sob, you felt it coming on. When he worked his fingers into you, you were a goner. You muffled your cries behind your hands as Jake kept at you, drawing out your pleasure until you didn’t know your own name.

You flailed wildly, your head still spinning as he manhandled you. You found yourself panting on your knees, fingers digging into the leather seat as you felt his heavy thighs behind yours. Freeing himself of his pants, you felt the hot, swollen head of him a beat before he pushed into you in one long, sensuous slide that had you fighting to be quiet.

Jake stuffed you full, he always did, and he gave you little time to get ready. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock and fucking you hard as tried to be quiet.

The stinging slap on your ass got your attention.

“Want to hear you,” Jake demanded, the huff his breath matching yours as he pounded into you. “Want you to scream for me, Sugar.”

And oh, you did.

Another swat on your ass made you louder, made you clench around his driving cock. And Jake was a fast learner. He lit up your ass as he fucked you, using just enough force that you had to work to stay in place for him, to stay upright.

“No panties the entire party,” he muttered as he moved in you. “Wanted to fuck you over the sink… so fucking bad.” Smack. “Wanted to pull you into… the bathroom.” Smack.

When that hand smoothed over your heated cheek, his cock not letting up, it slid down to where your bodies joined. Where you were weeping all over his cock, your thighs.

Dropping himself over you, Jake’s lips were soft by your ear. “Oh, that’s working for you, isn’t it, Sugar?”

His fingers teased your clit, sliding easily on all your juices. His thrusts were hard, unrelenting. Your core clenched around him hard. You needed to come so bad.

Smack.

“You like this?” Jake whispered. “Like me fucking you like a beast?”

Smack.

Your sob was loud.

The rhythm of Jake’s hips picked up. He went at you harder, faster.

Smack.

“Your pussy is so wet,” he taunted you. “Grabs me like a fist…” Smack. “Every time…”

Smack.

“Gonna ride you… until you can’t walk tomorrow,” his voice was low and dirty, his hot breath pelting your skin.

Smack.

You didn’t know how the fuck he was holding on. When his tongue slid into your ear, you were lost. Screaming, crying out, clenching around him like a vice though you couldn’t hold him in place, couldn’t make him stop driving into you as the world spun before your eyes.

You heard him deep and guttural behind you, pulling you back onto his cock in a frenzy as he came, his movements powerful enough to rock the enormous hummer.

The leather was softer than it looked beneath you and you were warm. Jake had pretty much dropped over you but somehow, he wasn’t too heavy, wasn’t crushing the breath from you.

When he realized you were awake, his fingers swept your hair back from your face. “Hey, there…. You okay?”

And there was your adorable dork. You smiled. You just couldn’t help it.

“I’m wonderful,” you whispered.

“That wasn’t too much?” The note of worry in his voice had your heart clenching.

You shook your head. “It was perfect… I just need to go to bed now.”

Your thighs were sore, your ass was still burning. You could feel his release seeping out of you.

“How about a bath together when we get home?” he offered. His hands gentle as they roamed over you.

“I like that idea, Best Buy.”

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