You knew JENNIFER CHECK wasn’t going to love your Halloween costume
You knew the risk your costume presented this Halloween—you just didn’t care. As you adjusted the barely-there white fur over your butt and moved a strand of hair from in front of the little round ears you were wearing, you took a final glance at yourself in the mirror by your bed. With barely enough fur to cover the illegal-to-expose parts of your body, and a dusting of baby pink across your cheeks, you were the cutest and most naked polar bear in the world.
Your admiration of yourself was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. A closed fist BANG BANG BANG, actually. Grabbing your sparkly red flip phone to toss in your bag, you realized you’d missed several calls from your girlfriend, something you’d definitely never hear the end of.
Jennifer’s leopard costume had a lot more clothes involved than yours did. She was more of a just-cleavage-out girl, which your eyes obviously found immediately when you opened the door to her.
“Can I get a sec before you start lezzing out?” Jen rolled her eyes, pushing past you into the entryway of your house. With a giggle, your eyes snapped away from her tits and to her face, which was perfect and visibly irritated with you.
She didn’t say anything for a sec as she reapplied her sticky lip gloss, drawing your eyes to the lilt of her lips and then the rest of her costume—a leopard catsuit with her favorite boots, a fresh manicure, and little cat ears perched on top of her blown-out hair.
“You look cute.” You offered with a grin, before she could crucify you for being half naked.
“Yeah—not like I’m working the corner, I hope.” She gave you a pointed look and laughed, though it was clearly at you and not with you, as she crossed her arms.
She was always like this when you dressed too skimpy. Jen never said anything if your skirt was too short, as long as you were wearing a long sleeve shirt; she never said anything if your shirt was too low-cut, as long as you were wearing jeans. It was all about balance, with her.
“It’s tight enough for that.” You pointed out. You could see the outline of her bra underneath it, and you swore you caught a glimpse of her g-string print in the back, though you hadn’t been lucky enough to get a longer look.
She just made a low noise in the back of her throat, kind of like a hmph, but more offended and less bratty. You were surprised she wasn’t giving you more trouble about this.
“Are you ready to go?”
She paused as she tucked her lip gloss back into her bag.
“You’re not really going out in that.”
Ah. There it was.
“It’s cute! Besides, if I get cold, we can take those Ghoul Gumdrop shooters from the bar—the ones you like so much. They’ll warm me up!”
Jennifer looked tempted by their mention, but it didn’t deter her, “Everybody’s gonna think you’re a slut…” She said it with a little grimace, like she was just letting you know for your own good, and not like she was going to be the one calling you that.
You pouted slightly, taking a couple steps towards her in the hallway. She didn’t move away, but her piercing blue eyes were unrelenting in their gaze.
“Come on, Jen. You know I’ll be with you the whole night. No one will even be looking at me, they’ll be too focused on youuuu.” You said it in a singsong voice, and saw her eyes narrow a little bit as she considered it.
While she thought, you leaned in to press a little kiss on her lips, and she let you. Her sticky pink lipgloss messed up your polar bear makeup almost instantly, but you didn’t mind as her lips softened against yours and you were met with her familiar smoky, cherry flavor—one you were practically addicted to by now. When you pulled away from her, she looked much more convinced.
“If that geek from your film class is looking at you again, I’ll totally go all Michael Myers on his ass,” she huffed.
“I know.” You said with a little smile.
After a pause, she gave you a kiss back, one that lasted a little bit longer than it should’ve from someone who was allegedly too embarrassed to be seen with you.
“Whatever.” She conceded begrudgingly, and you failed to conceal your grin as she stomped back over to the door, pulling it open to head out to her mom’s Sebring for the party. “Just get in the car before it hits midnight and that dumb costume turns back into a radish or whatever.”
You practically floated down the stairs behind her.
an: thank u to my lovely moot who sent me a request which sparked some inspo!! this is different from the original… but i hope you enjoy it. literally half asleep rn
“god, it’s so hot jen. you really think drinking is gonna help?” you groaned, sitting down next to jennifer on one of the barstools.
jennifer rolled her eyes, nudging your knee with hers. “i’ll just get you ice water then. princess treatment. that good enough for you?”
“yeah… and i’m tired. and all sweaty.” you stretched your shoulders, letting out a soft wince. “we’ve been out all day. can we just—”
she cut you off with a quick kiss, like she was plugging your mouth shut.
“fifteen minutes,” she said against your lips. “tops. then i’m stealing you back to the cabin and you can pass out on my boobs or whatever.”
you laughed, pushing her shoulder, and then the strap of your tank top fell for what seemed like 50th time today.
jennifer’s eyes immediately darkened. she reached out and fixed it for you, her fingers skimming your skin a little too slowly.
she flags down the bartender and orders you water, herself a drink. her hand settles on your thigh like she owns it… which, honestly, she kinda thinks she does.
“i’m gonna go pee before we drink. stay here. i’ll be right back.” she says, kissing you on the cheek.
“i’m not a toddler.”
“you’re my girlfriend. that’s worse. don’t go anywhere.” jennifer smiles, squeezing your hand one last time before walking into the bathroom.
she’s barely gone for 10 seconds before the guy next to you leans over, you mentally roll your eyes, your jaw clenching.
“rough day?” he asks, doing that sleazy half-smile like he can smell vulnerability. your nostrils flare up as you smell the booze reeking from his body.
“uhm—“ you open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off.
“well, lucky you ran into me then.” he slides a napkin toward you, his number scribbled in messy ink. “if you need some… distraction.”
you freeze, eyes darting toward the hallway jennifer disappeared down. you’re shocked at the audacity of this guy, not even sure how to respond.
“i—”
“she’s not interested.” jennifer’s voice cuts in, sharp like a knife.
you jump and she’s right behind you, staring the guy down with a forced smile.
the guy raises his eyebrows. “didn’t see you there.”
“yeah,” she purrs, taking the napkin out of your hand. “you won’t see much of anything if you keep looking at my girlfriend like that.”
“hey, chill,” he mutters, holding up his hands.
“i am so chill.” she flashes him a smile before lacing her fingers with yours. “we’re leaving. come on, babe.”
“you didn’t have to do that, i had it under control.” you reassured jennifer as the both of you walked out of the bar.
she crumples the napkin in her fist… but you don’t notice her slipping it into her back pocket instead of letting it fall into the trash can by the door.
“you good?” she murmurs, thumb rubbing circles on your hip as you walk.
“yeah,” you sigh, leaning into her. “m’ just exhausted.”
jennifer hums, but she’s not really listening to your exhaustion, she’s replaying that assholes face in her head, jaw tight, eyes glinting.
“babe,” you say softly. “you’re doing the jaw thing.”
“what jaw thing?”
“the ‘i’m imagining someone’s obituary’ thing.”
she huffs a laugh, but it’s a frustrated one. “i just don’t like when dudes act like you’re… available. like i’m not literally right there.”
“i wasn’t gonna take his number,” you mumble.
“i know.” jennifer replies fast. too fast.
“doesn’t mean I didn’t wanna toss him through a wall.”
“jennifer,” you groan, bumping her shoulder. “you are so dramatic.”
“you love it.”
“maybe.”
“definitely.”
you roll your eyes but your cheeks are warm. she notices. she always notices.
by the time you reach the cabin steps, jennifer steps in front of you, hands on your waist, forcing you to look at her.
“just so we’re clear,” she says, voice low and slow, “you’re mine. right?”
you blink at her. “duh. obviously.”
she smiles widely and kisses you again, longer this time, like she’s branding the yes into your mouth. “kay, just making sure.”
the front door shuts behind you with a soft thud, and everything suddenly feels quieter. finally. you were unbelievably tired.
you kick off your shoes, ready to flop into bed, but jennifer grabs your wrist gently.
“hold up. come here.”
you let her pull you into her, her arms sliding around your waist from behind as she nuzzles your neck.
“he really got under your skin, huh?” you joke, leaning into her touch.
“nah.” she lies through her teeth and presses a kiss to your shoulder.
“i just don’t like when people think they can take what’s mine.”
you feel her smile against your skin, but there’s something else beneath it, something you can’t place.
she turns you around to face her.
“did he touch you?” jennifer asks suddenly.
“what? no.” you respond, confused.
“did he try?”
“no, babe. he literally just slid a napkin.”
her eyes narrow, like the napkin alone was enough to warrant a death sentence.
“still disrespectful,” she mutters.
you hug her and mumble against her neck. “it’s over. i’m here. with you. can we please just go to sleep? i’m so fucking tired.”
she hesitates for half a second, where she looks like she wants to say something else.
but instead she smiles sweetly and kisses your forehead. “yeah. get in bed. i’ll lock up.”
“m’ kay. don’t take long.”
“i won’t.” she doesn’t even check the locks at first. she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out the napkin the guy gave you.
she smooths it out on the kitchen counter, ink smudged a little from her palm sweating earlier.
she grabs her phone and opens a new text thread and types in his number.
hey… it’s me. from the bar.
she waits. counts the seconds. please take the bait.
he responds faster than she expects.
oh damn. didn’t think you’d actually text.
she rolls her eyes and pushes her hair behind her ear. this was actually painful for her.
i couldn’t earlier. wasn’t a good time.
she looks up and behind her shoulder, paranoid you were still awake and looking at her phone.
she leans her hip against the counter, thumbs moving quick.
but i can talk now.
his text shoots in faster than she sent the first one.
ur girlfriend asleep? ;)
jennifer’s expression drops into pure disgust. her hand grips her phone tighter.
“oh, you’re done,” she mumbles.
yeah… she knocked out. long day lol
you tryna meet up? got a spot behind the bar nobody goes to.
she doesn’t answer right away. she finally walks over to the front door, flicks the lock loudly. so that if you’re awake, it sounds like she’s actually doing what she said.
“god, men are so easy.” she whispers to herself.
maybe. send the pin.
his response comes with a location drop.
a trail entrance in the woods behind the bar. perfect.
jennifer lets out a sigh of relief, smiling to herself.
give me like 20. don’t move.
she places her phone in her pocket and finally checks all the locks, methodically, like she’s preparing the cabin for you to sleep safely.
jennifer pushes the bedroom door open slowly, only to find you out cold.
she leans against the doorframe for a second, just watching you, like she’s trying to memorize the softness before she goes out and ruins some guy’s entire life.
she tucks the blanket up to your shoulders and kisses your forehead. “sleep, babe. i’ll handle it.”
oh, and she does.
her phone buzzes in her pocket. a new message.
im here btw. it’s dark as hell out lol
i’m heading over. don’t chicken out :)
she puts her phone away and locks the door behind her, making her way down the dirt path to his location.
the trail behind the bar is barely lit, just the sign’s glow bleeding through the trees in the distance.
she sees him before he sees her.
he’s pacing near the clearing, phone in his hand, checking the time. he looks nervous, eager, and completely oblivious.
jennifer steps forward just enough for a twig to snap.
he turns, eyes lighting up, expecting to see you.
“hey! thought you weren’t—”
he freezes mid-sentence when he realizes it’s not you.
jennifer’s smile spreads slowly and lethally.
“you’re early,” she says softly. “how sweet. such a gentleman.”
his brows furrow. “uh… where’s—”
“did you really think she’d meet you out here alone?” jennifer asks.
it’s silent for a few seconds, he’s looking around and shifting his weight on each foot “so… she’s not coming?”
god, how much more idiotic could this guy get?
“oh, don’t worry,” she smiles. “i’m here instead. and i’m so hungry.”
the cabin door creaks open slowly. jennifer slips inside, closing it softly.
you jolt awake instantly. your heart racing.
“jen?” you call out, voice rough with sleep.
“hey, baby,” she answers softly.
you blink toward the doorway and your heart drops right out of your chest.
jennifer is standing there, illuminated by the faint lamp light, covered in blood.
not soaked like in a movie… but spattered, on her jawline, drips on her collarbone and her hands are stained.
your breath catches in your throat.
“what the fuck?? what happened?! oh my god! are you hurt??”
she steps toward you slowly, hands raised like she doesn’t want to scare you. “no. it’s not mine.”
your stomach flips violently and your knees nearly buckle. “what are you saying…”
she reaches you and cups your face with her cold, stained hands, and you gasp at the blood smearing on your face.
“he won’t ever touch you. or look at you. or breathe near you again.”
heat flickers low in your stomach at the sound of her voice, at the fact that she did this for you. over you.
you swallow hard, attempting to take a step back. “jennifer… jesus christ… this is insane.”
“i know,” she whispers, brushing your bottom lip with her thumb, staining it red.
“but i’d do anything for you. you know that, right, babe?”
you should shove her away. you should scream for help. you should call someone.
but you’re breathing fast, staring at her mouth. your body filled with arousal and anxiety.
“you’re… you’re scaring me,” you whisper.
she smiles, tilting her head, “and you like it.”
jennifer pulls you closer, her blood-stained fingers tangling in your hair as she crashes her lips against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss.
you gasp into her mouth, tasting the coppery fresh blood mingling with her saliva. you hate the way you’re so turned on right now.
she walks you backwards until your legs hit the foot of the bed, the cabin’s floor creaking softly around you the both of you.
her lips kiss down your neck, smearing the blood down the column of your throat as she does so.
jennifer yanks your shirt up and off, tossing it carelessly to the floor, revealing your flimsy bra. her hands work at the clasp of your bra, your tits springing out, the cool air makes you shiver.
"you're mine," she murmurs, before taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking, her eyelashes flutter up at you.
her other hand slides down your stomach, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your panties to stroke through the slick folds of your pussy. you whine and grind up against her touch, desperate for more.
"there's your proof," she breathes, pulling back from your tit with a wet pop, just enough to meet your gaze. "you want this. you want me, no matter what i do, what i am. isn’t that right?”
you nod your head eagerly, squirming against the sheets.
her fingers sink deep inside you, pumping in and out, smiling as you whimper and writhe under her.
your fingers claw red lines down her back through the fabric of her shirt as you cling to her.
jennifer's fingers pump into you faster, the lewd sound of your soaked cunt filling the room as she finger-fucks you with single-minded focus. her thumb nudges your clit, circling the swollen bundle of nerves in tight, rough strokes that send electric shocks of heat shooting up your spine.
"oh my fucking god, jen," you gasp, voice ragged and high-pitched.
her hand grips your throat, not tightly enough to cut off your air, but with enough pressure that she feels the hammering pulse that betrays your excitement.
her other hand continues its ruthless assault on your dripping cunt, three fingers plunging in and out, curling just so to hit that spongey spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids.
"do you feel that, baby?" she pants. "do you feel how fucking wet you are? how much your body wants this, wants me?"
“you’re just as fucked up as me. maybe even more.” jennifer breathes out and you moan.
jennifer feels your body tensing, your walls clamping down around her plunging fingers as your climax builds up in your core. she knows you're close. “you gonna cum for me, baby?”
“yes— m’ gonna cum.” you manage to babble out, rocking up against her hand.
your orgasm crashes through you suddenly, sweeping away all thoughts of the guy, of the blood, of anything but the pleasure that consumes you.
she helps you ride out your orgasm, whispering soft praises against your mouth.
she eases her fingers out of your cunt, letting out her own moan as she sees the slick of your arousal and the stranger's blood coating her fingers. your stomach flips for the 20th time tonight.
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