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You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, remembering JJ’s words earlier that night— ‘You want out at any point, or you get too scared, you just yell out the safe word and I’m there, okay princess?’ You had smirked at him, all cocky, staring him down and biting back, ‘You’re going to be the one yelling out the safe word to me.’ Oh, how you wish you could summon that energy back now.  

You come across an abandoned house, a shack more like—wood panels falling out of place, weathered down porch barely still standing. There are two wooden chairs on the porch—the placement unnerving, sending a tingle down your spine. You feel a gust of cold wind brush through your hair, cursing yourself for wearing so little clothing—a black mini skirt and a deep red corset over black lace sleeves, the only warmth coming from your laced black boots. The door creaks open—a silent invitation.  

This could be really stupid; in fact, you know it is, but you’re too far gone to care, dizzy with anticipation—too crazy in love with the guy you came up with this absurd plan with—to do anything but follow through—the added danger sending thrills through you. There could be other dangers waiting for you in the shack, hiding in the shadows of the trees. There were. You could hear things—it's the moment in the horror movie where the audience is screaming at the girl to turn the fuck around and run. But you’re JJ Maybank’s girl through and through, so the only thing that goes through your mind as the thought occurs, is — ‘stupid things have good outcomes all the time.’ 

You step inside, warily checking each corner, your heart beating harder as you turn a corner. You hear a twig snap, head swiveling towards the sound—every part of you on edge—before you feel a hand cover your mouth from behind, a hard wall of what could only be a man’s body pressed against your back, holding you to him in a rough grip as you let out a muffled scream, your hands pulling desperately at his covering your mouth—it doesn’t budge.  

“Got you, princess.” JJ. His voice is deep and gravelly in your ear, sending a shiver through you. 

You fight against him—more for show than anything else—squirming in his hold. His arm tightens around your waist. You hear him chuckle into your ear. Something hard digs into your shoulder and you wince. There’s something so erotic about the fact that he’s so much stronger than you. He could break you so easily. The way you know he could hurt you. Could overpower you. The unwavering trust you have knowing he would never. Your pussy pulses at the thought, eyes nearly rolling back as his hand grips your mouth rougher, cold rings pressed to your lips.  

“Can’t escape me, baby. You’re mine.” His voice lowers before continuing, letting his hot breath fan over the side of your neck, setting every nerve ending on fire inside you. “I’m going to do whatever I want with you and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”  

You nod slow against his hand, and he turns you in his hold. You let out a gasp—jump-scared by his mask—Ghostface. He tilts his head slightly as your eyes take him in. He’s shirtless, black sweatpants sitting dangerously low on his hips. Your eyes trail over the hard lines of his abs, the defined v disappearing into the waistband of his sweats. Your mouth waters, drinking him in like he was crafted just for you. His right hand is wrapped around a knife, his fingers adorned in rings, flexing around it as you gulp. You can’t help but think of his fingers inside you—thick, strong—thighs clenching together at the thought. 

JJ backs you into a wall, pushing you into it; shamelessly eyeing you up and down, the hard surface uneven as it digs into your back. He’s overwhelming your personal space—the smell of his cologne mixed with that scent that was so inherently JJ washing over you. You want to kiss him, taste his lips on yours—the mask obstructing you. He’s half hard against your thigh, pressing his hips into you ever so slightly before pulling back. You shift beneath him, breathing heavy, letting out a moan as your panties catch on your clit just right—drenched, sticky with your arousal. He’d barely done anything yet, and you were already falling apart.  

“Are you scared?”  

You shake your head no, smirking slightly. Wrong answer.  

You feel the cold metal of the knife press against your throat, gasping slightly at the sensation. You don't cower from him, not ever, always so trusting.  

“How about now?”  

You nod. “Yes,” your voice comes out small, afraid. The sound makes JJ’s dick twitch in his pants, the hand not on the knife moving to the front of his sweats, adjusting it slightly. You hold back the smirk threatening to play at your lips—so turned on; you were practically vibrating in his hold. You can feel the hard muscle of him pressed against you, his finger hooking into your panties, middle finger slipping through your folds. You moan out at the feel of his cold rings brushing over your clit. He pushes a finger into you, and your eyes flutter shut, relieved. 

“Liar, I can feel how fucking wet you are.” His voice is velvet in your ear, smooth like chocolate. You can’t see his face, imagining exactly what it would look like—pupils blown, eyes dark, looking at you like you were his last meal, smirking at the way your knees wobble slightly.  

He moves his finger back and forth once, twice, before pulling it out and stepping away from you. You whine softly, ‘JJ!’, all but stomping your foot in protest, pouting at him before your lips part in a moan at the sight of him slipping his finger through his mask and swirling his tongue around it.  

“Mm, baby, you taste so fucking good.” He looks at you through the mask, tilting his head, almost at a loss of what to do with you, completely at his mercy.  

“I want you to taste yourself.” You nod, compliant, pulling his hand to your mouth. He tugs it away, shaking his head. “Mm-mm, not like that.”  

He twirls the knife in his other hand, flipping your barely-there skirt up, pulling the black lace of your panties away from your body and cutting them right off you. You gasp, head thudding back against the wall, so fucking turned on that you can’t even be annoyed that he’s completely ruined your favorite pair of panties.  

“Do you trust me?”  

“Always JJ.” 

He nods before pressing the flat surface of the knife to your dripping cunt, slowly, carefully, the slightest touch of cold metal. The thrill of it sends your heartrate spiking, letting out a loud gasp, holding yourself steady on JJ’s shoulders.   

“Don’t move, baby.” He brings the knife up to your lips, your slick shining on the surface. “Taste.”  

JJ’s eyes roll back as he watches your tongue lay flat on the metal, swiping up in one motion—making sure to lick all of your juices clean.  

“That’s it baby, taste how fucking good you are. My perfect girl. Getting off on the dirtiest things.”  

Something about the way you trusted him made him feel so powerful, yet so vulnerable at the same time. It was an intoxicating mix—something only you could bring out in him. His dick is so hard, it’s almost painful, straining against the fabric of his boxers. He shamelessly ruts against your thigh, finding some relief.  

Your hands reach for the base of the mask, fingers trailing up his neck as you slowly start peeling it from his face. JJ leans back, shaking his head. 

"Not yet baby."  

The deep register of his voice sends a rush of warmth through you, the heat pooling in your pussy, clenching around nothing. You can't help but pout, whining softly—practically begging, "Mm JJ pleeease, wanna kiss."  

JJ feels himself melt at your words, wanting nothing more than to rip his mask off and kiss you stupid. He doesn't know how he resists, craving the sweet taste of your lips—groaning as you bite your lower lip. He closes his eyes; imagines it’s his teeth sinking into your lips.  

JJ throws the knife to the side, flipping you in his hold, his chest pressed to the contour of your back, hips rolling up against your ass. You moan, rubbing your thighs together, pushing back into him harder. His hands slide under your skirt, guiding your ass over his crotch, gripping your hips hard, rings surely leaving indents in your skin—his touch firm, but never cruel. His eyes roll back as he feels the pleasure roll through him. His hands move to the strings holding your corset together, slowly undoing them. 

“JJ, hurry,” you push your ass against him once more, looking over your shoulder, rolling your eyes at how long he was taking to undress you. JJ spots it, pinning you to the wall so hard; your cheek smushes against it, the wood scratching your skin slightly, his mask digging into your shoulder again.  

“You want me to leave you here? All soaked and desperate, huh?”  

You shake your head furiously—it barely moves. “No, please JJ, I need you, please please, want you to fuck me.”  

His dick twitches against your ass at your pleading tone. “That’s what I thought, princess. Now stay still and take what I give you.” JJ undresses you, slower now than before, smirking under the mask as you squirm against him, so impatient, so needy. It’s torture as you stand there, completely naked; JJ’s rings brushing over your nipples—again and again. You push your chest into his hold, moaning his name, whimpering, ‘Mmph, JJ,’ as he pulls on them, tugging, twisting. Your pussy clenches around nothing, slick dripping down your thighs as JJ ruts into your bare ass. 

“You sound so pretty, baby, so sweet.” JJ breathes into your neck. You’re desperate to feel his lips on your body, the mask still hiding his face from you. He turns you in his hold, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down in one quick motion. He nudges his tip against your clit, and you sigh in relief. Finally.  

His hand runs through your hair, tender before his grip turns mean, wrapping your hair around his hand and pulling you to the floor. You should hate it, should hate the way he pushes your face towards his crotch, the way he’s treating you like you’re nothing but a mouth, sitting pretty on your knees ready to take him. You should hate it, but the pool of wetness collecting between your thighs, dripping, says otherwise. Your heart aches with the desire to please him—the man you love—and God do you love him.  

You look up at him with doe eyes, ghostface mask staring back at you, eyes trailing over him like he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen—lips wet and parted, and JJ almost dies. Your hands trail up his thighs, planting soft kisses to them, moving higher and higher. JJ’s breath hitches in anticipation. There’s something so heady about the smell of him. He pushes his cock against your lips, and moans as your hand works him up and down, kissing the tip.  

“Fuck baby, so good for me. You going to suck my dick now?” 

You’d do anything he says. Anything. Your lips wrap around him, his dick heavy and hot on your tongue as you suck him into your mouth. Your mind is so far gone as his hand strokes through your hair. You’re dizzy with it. He’s all consuming and all you want is to be good for him. A tear slips down your cheek as he pushes his length further into your mouth and JJ knows it's wrong how it makes his cock twitch in your mouth. 

“Look at you baby, you need this more than I do, don’t you? Yeah, you do. You love being my little whore, don’t you?”  

You moan around his length, rocking your hips back and forth over your own legs, practically grinding against the floor, desperate. Pathetic. Your hand goes to rub your clit, cup your pussy, something, anything. JJ catches it and grips your wrists, pinning them over your head against the wall, separating your legs with his foot. 

“No touching. That pussy’s mine, baby. Not for you to touch.” 

You whine around him, feeling your pussy clench around nothing. You’re so wet, you feel like you might pass out. You’ve never been this turned on in your life. You feel yourself being lifted to your feet, shoved against the wall as JJ grips your thigh, pushing it high up on his hip. JJ guides his tip up and down your folds, groaning at the feel of how wet you are. Your hips buck forward, desperate to have him inside you. He pushes your hips towards the wall, pinning them there. 

“JJ, please, I’ll do anything. I just...just need you to fuck me. Please JJ, please fuck me.” You’re on the verge of tears, pussy pulsing with need, pleading for his cock like its oxygen. 

“Sound so pretty when you beg, baby.”  

You’re about to beg again, not caring how pathetic you sound—when JJ pushes himself deep into you. You choke out a sigh of relief, letting out a sob at the feeling of finally having him inside you, stretching you out so good. You brace yourself on his chest as he fucks you, hands scrambling to find something to anchor yourself, settling on digging your nails into his back. You're staring at his mask, something about it making it all the more hotter—helpless against the sounds that come from your mouth—moaning, whimpering, all ‘JJ, JJ, JJ,’ ‘fuck baby please please,’ and ‘Oh god, yes, right there, right there, harder JJ, faster.’ 

He memorizes the sounds you make like it's a language only he gets to learn. He’s not any better, groaning into your neck as he buries himself so fucking deep inside your warm, wet walls— ‘Look how well you’re taking me baby.’ ‘Fuck baby, you feel so good around me, shit.’  

He’s fucking you so hard into the wall, the skin on your back aching against the rough surface. You’re a mess, tits bouncing, lewd squelching coming from between your thighs, head knocking back against the wall. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you feel his dick nudge that spot inside you that has you reeling, seeing stars. You come around his dick, suddenly, without warning. You don’t care how loud you are, forgetting where you are—let some crazy axe murderer come in. You’d happily die taking JJ’s dick—practically screaming when JJ speeds up, fucking you through your orgasm, gripping your thigh so hard, it’s sure to leave bruises.  

You pull at JJ’s mask. He lets you pull it off this time, lips crashing into yours for the first time that night, hands pulling at his hair, wet with sweat. JJ moans into your mouth as you clench around him—he doesn’t know how he denied himself the taste of you all night. Your lips are fucking irresistible—they taste like summer and smoke and cherries, plush and frantic against his. You pull back, gasping, “Fuck, JJ, you’re going to make me come again. Oh god, JJ!”  

JJ’s thumb comes to your clit, rubbing hard circles, forehead resting against yours as he stares deep into your soul. “Come f'me baby, come on, good girl.”  

You moan, practically sobbing as you kiss him once more, relishing in his taste—all minty breath mixed with the faint taste of weed. Your feet are lifted off the floor, JJ pulling your hips against his so hard, thrusting into you and you almost black out. Your body transcends, clenching around him over and over—feeling his hips stutter as he spills himself inside you. 

“Oh fuck baby, fuck.” JJ slows his hips, riding out his orgasm as his eyes flutter shut, placing you back down on the floor, still buried deep inside you. You both come down slowly, foreheads resting against each other’s. JJ slowly opens his eyes, stroking his thumb back and forth over your cheek as the aftershocks roll through you. He notices you struggling to come down, body shaking, eyes still shut as your head falls limp on his shoulder. 

“S’okay, baby, s’okay, did so good f'me, yeah? So good. I’m going to pull out now, okay?” 

You nod once against his shoulder, breathing heavy, letting out a whimper as you feel him pull out. JJ knows what you need. He pulls you against him, skin touching anywhere it can as his hand runs through your hair, kissing your forehead over and over, whispering against your skin.  

“Did so good, baby, so good f'me. I’ve got you. My perfect girl.”  

Your body has stopped shaking—pulling back to smile at JJ, soft and dreamy, completely fucked-out. 

“There she is. You okay baby?” He presses your hand to his lips, kissing it softly.  

“Mhm, more than okay. That was perfect.”  

“Yeah? You liked that?” JJ’s grinning at you, eyes sparkling as he looks down at you. 

“Yes JJ, it was so good.” Your pussy clenches as you remember the way he fucked you, feeling his cum dripping out of you.  

“I love you baby, fuck you’re perfect. My gorgeous girl.” JJ’s moving to dress you, keeping one arm wrapped around you, hand trailing up and down your spine as you giggle softly.  

“I love you JJ. So much.”  

“Let’s get out of here. This place is starting to freak me out, now that I’m not inside you.” JJ smirks, pulling his sweatpants back on. You laugh as you pull your skirt back on, suddenly remembering that you have no underwear.  

“JJ, you fucking ruined my panties. I need something to wear. Your cum is dripping down my legs.”  

JJ groans, “Fuck baby, don’t say that. You’re going to make me hard again.”  

You shake your head, laughing as he passes you his boxers to wear. “You’re such a freak.”  

“Oh yeah? Says the girl who almost came when I had a knife to her neck.”  

You shove him lightly, rolling your eyes as you turn around so he can tie your top back on. You both put your shoes on, doing a quick once over to make sure you hadn’t left anything—JJ pocketing your ruined panties with a smirk. JJ looks you up and down, humming appreciatively.  

“Forgot to tell you how fucking sexy you look in this outfit.” 

“You told me when we bought it, remember?” 

“Mhm, but I didn't tell you today.” 

You giggle softly, kissing his cheek, talking low in his ear, “You looked so hot in nothing but the ghostface mask.” 

JJ laughs, before tugging on your hand, guiding you out of the abandoned house. 

You walk back home with JJ’s arm wrapped around your shoulder—laughing together, talking about nothing and everything. The movie you were going to watch after showering—JJ making a mandatory comment about you showering without him, ‘Wow, I’m offended. Truly heartbroken.’ You laugh, pulling his hand to your mouth, kissing his palm, and you’ve never felt so happy.  

Because JJ Maybank is the safest place you’ve ever known—even when he ruins you, even when he breaks you down into a whimpering mess. You can’t help but stare up at him in pure adoration as he rambles on about all the candy he’s going to steal for the two of you, and how ‘we have to watch this movie when we get back.’ You laugh, shaking your head. 

God, you love him.  

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You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, remembering JJ’s words earlier that night— ‘You want out at any point, or you get too scared, you just yell out the safe word and I’m there, okay princess?’ You had smirked at him, all cocky, staring him down and biting back, ‘You’re going to be the one yelling out the safe word to me.’ Oh, how you wish you could summon that energy back now.  

You come across an abandoned house, a shack more like—wood panels falling out of place, weathered down porch barely still standing. There are two wooden chairs on the porch—the placement unnerving, sending a tingle down your spine. You feel a gust of cold wind brush through your hair, cursing yourself for wearing so little clothing—a black mini skirt and a deep red corset over black lace sleeves, the only warmth coming from your laced black boots. The door creaks open—a silent invitation.  

This could be really stupid; in fact, you know it is, but you’re too far gone to care, dizzy with anticipation—too crazy in love with the guy you came up with this absurd plan with—to do anything but follow through—the added danger sending thrills through you. There could be other dangers waiting for you in the shack, hiding in the shadows of the trees. There were. You could hear things—it's the moment in the horror movie where the audience is screaming at the girl to turn the fuck around and run. But you’re JJ Maybank’s girl through and through, so the only thing that goes through your mind as the thought occurs, is — ‘stupid things have good outcomes all the time.’ 

You step inside, warily checking each corner, your heart beating harder as you turn a corner. You hear a twig snap, head swiveling towards the sound—every part of you on edge—before you feel a hand cover your mouth from behind, a hard wall of what could only be a man’s body pressed against your back, holding you to him in a rough grip as you let out a muffled scream, your hands pulling desperately at his covering your mouth—it doesn’t budge.  

“Got you, princess.” JJ. His voice is deep and gravelly in your ear, sending a shiver through you. 

You fight against him—more for show than anything else—squirming in his hold. His arm tightens around your waist. You hear him chuckle into your ear. Something hard digs into your shoulder and you wince. There’s something so erotic about the fact that he’s so much stronger than you. He could break you so easily. The way you know he could hurt you. Could overpower you. The unwavering trust you have knowing he would never. Your pussy pulses at the thought, eyes nearly rolling back as his hand grips your mouth rougher, cold rings pressed to your lips.  

“Can’t escape me, baby. You’re mine.” His voice lowers before continuing, letting his hot breath fan over the side of your neck, setting every nerve ending on fire inside you. “I’m going to do whatever I want with you and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”  

You nod slow against his hand, and he turns you in his hold. You let out a gasp—jump-scared by his mask—Ghostface. He tilts his head slightly as your eyes take him in. He’s shirtless, black sweatpants sitting dangerously low on his hips. Your eyes trail over the hard lines of his abs, the defined v disappearing into the waistband of his sweats. Your mouth waters, drinking him in like he was crafted just for you. His right hand is wrapped around a knife, his fingers adorned in rings, flexing around it as you gulp. You can’t help but think of his fingers inside you—thick, strong—thighs clenching together at the thought. 

JJ backs you into a wall, pushing you into it; shamelessly eyeing you up and down, the hard surface uneven as it digs into your back. He’s overwhelming your personal space—the smell of his cologne mixed with that scent that was so inherently JJ washing over you. You want to kiss him, taste his lips on yours—the mask obstructing you. He’s half hard against your thigh, pressing his hips into you ever so slightly before pulling back. You shift beneath him, breathing heavy, letting out a moan as your panties catch on your clit just right—drenched, sticky with your arousal. He’d barely done anything yet, and you were already falling apart.  

“Are you scared?”  

You shake your head no, smirking slightly. Wrong answer.  

You feel the cold metal of the knife press against your throat, gasping slightly at the sensation. You don't cower from him, not ever, always so trusting.  

“How about now?”  

You nod. “Yes,” your voice comes out small, afraid. The sound makes JJ’s dick twitch in his pants, the hand not on the knife moving to the front of his sweats, adjusting it slightly. You hold back the smirk threatening to play at your lips—so turned on; you were practically vibrating in his hold. You can feel the hard muscle of him pressed against you, his finger hooking into your panties, middle finger slipping through your folds. You moan out at the feel of his cold rings brushing over your clit. He pushes a finger into you, and your eyes flutter shut, relieved. 

“Liar, I can feel how fucking wet you are.” His voice is velvet in your ear, smooth like chocolate. You can’t see his face, imagining exactly what it would look like—pupils blown, eyes dark, looking at you like you were his last meal, smirking at the way your knees wobble slightly.  

He moves his finger back and forth once, twice, before pulling it out and stepping away from you. You whine softly, ‘JJ!’, all but stomping your foot in protest, pouting at him before your lips part in a moan at the sight of him slipping his finger through his mask and swirling his tongue around it.  

“Mm, baby, you taste so fucking good.” He looks at you through the mask, tilting his head, almost at a loss of what to do with you, completely at his mercy.  

“I want you to taste yourself.” You nod, compliant, pulling his hand to your mouth. He tugs it away, shaking his head. “Mm-mm, not like that.”  

He twirls the knife in his other hand, flipping your barely-there skirt up, pulling the black lace of your panties away from your body and cutting them right off you. You gasp, head thudding back against the wall, so fucking turned on that you can’t even be annoyed that he’s completely ruined your favorite pair of panties.  

“Do you trust me?”  

“Always JJ.” 

He nods before pressing the flat surface of the knife to your dripping cunt, slowly, carefully, the slightest touch of cold metal. The thrill of it sends your heartrate spiking, letting out a loud gasp, holding yourself steady on JJ’s shoulders.   

“Don’t move, baby.” He brings the knife up to your lips, your slick shining on the surface. “Taste.”  

JJ’s eyes roll back as he watches your tongue lay flat on the metal, swiping up in one motion—making sure to lick all of your juices clean.  

“That’s it baby, taste how fucking good you are. My perfect girl. Getting off on the dirtiest things.”  

Something about the way you trusted him made him feel so powerful, yet so vulnerable at the same time. It was an intoxicating mix—something only you could bring out in him. His dick is so hard, it’s almost painful, straining against the fabric of his boxers. He shamelessly ruts against your thigh, finding some relief.  

Your hands reach for the base of the mask, fingers trailing up his neck as you slowly start peeling it from his face. JJ leans back, shaking his head. 

"Not yet baby."  

The deep register of his voice sends a rush of warmth through you, the heat pooling in your pussy, clenching around nothing. You can't help but pout, whining softly—practically begging, "Mm JJ pleeease, wanna kiss."  

JJ feels himself melt at your words, wanting nothing more than to rip his mask off and kiss you stupid. He doesn't know how he resists, craving the sweet taste of your lips—groaning as you bite your lower lip. He closes his eyes; imagines it’s his teeth sinking into your lips.  

JJ throws the knife to the side, flipping you in his hold, his chest pressed to the contour of your back, hips rolling up against your ass. You moan, rubbing your thighs together, pushing back into him harder. His hands slide under your skirt, guiding your ass over his crotch, gripping your hips hard, rings surely leaving indents in your skin—his touch firm, but never cruel. His eyes roll back as he feels the pleasure roll through him. His hands move to the strings holding your corset together, slowly undoing them. 

“JJ, hurry,” you push your ass against him once more, looking over your shoulder, rolling your eyes at how long he was taking to undress you. JJ spots it, pinning you to the wall so hard; your cheek smushes against it, the wood scratching your skin slightly, his mask digging into your shoulder again.  

“You want me to leave you here? All soaked and desperate, huh?”  

You shake your head furiously—it barely moves. “No, please JJ, I need you, please please, want you to fuck me.”  

His dick twitches against your ass at your pleading tone. “That’s what I thought, princess. Now stay still and take what I give you.” JJ undresses you, slower now than before, smirking under the mask as you squirm against him, so impatient, so needy. It’s torture as you stand there, completely naked; JJ’s rings brushing over your nipples—again and again. You push your chest into his hold, moaning his name, whimpering, ‘Mmph, JJ,’ as he pulls on them, tugging, twisting. Your pussy clenches around nothing, slick dripping down your thighs as JJ ruts into your bare ass. 

“You sound so pretty, baby, so sweet.” JJ breathes into your neck. You’re desperate to feel his lips on your body, the mask still hiding his face from you. He turns you in his hold, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down in one quick motion. He nudges his tip against your clit, and you sigh in relief. Finally.  

His hand runs through your hair, tender before his grip turns mean, wrapping your hair around his hand and pulling you to the floor. You should hate it, should hate the way he pushes your face towards his crotch, the way he’s treating you like you’re nothing but a mouth, sitting pretty on your knees ready to take him. You should hate it, but the pool of wetness collecting between your thighs, dripping, says otherwise. Your heart aches with the desire to please him—the man you love—and God do you love him.  

You look up at him with doe eyes, ghostface mask staring back at you, eyes trailing over him like he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen—lips wet and parted, and JJ almost dies. Your hands trail up his thighs, planting soft kisses to them, moving higher and higher. JJ’s breath hitches in anticipation. There’s something so heady about the smell of him. He pushes his cock against your lips, and moans as your hand works him up and down, kissing the tip.  

“Fuck baby, so good for me. You going to suck my dick now?” 

You’d do anything he says. Anything. Your lips wrap around him, his dick heavy and hot on your tongue as you suck him into your mouth. Your mind is so far gone as his hand strokes through your hair. You’re dizzy with it. He’s all consuming and all you want is to be good for him. A tear slips down your cheek as he pushes his length further into your mouth and JJ knows it's wrong how it makes his cock twitch in your mouth. 

“Look at you baby, you need this more than I do, don’t you? Yeah, you do. You love being my little whore, don’t you?”  

You moan around his length, rocking your hips back and forth over your own legs, practically grinding against the floor, desperate. Pathetic. Your hand goes to rub your clit, cup your pussy, something, anything. JJ catches it and grips your wrists, pinning them over your head against the wall, separating your legs with his foot. 

“No touching. That pussy’s mine, baby. Not for you to touch.” 

You whine around him, feeling your pussy clench around nothing. You’re so wet, you feel like you might pass out. You’ve never been this turned on in your life. You feel yourself being lifted to your feet, shoved against the wall as JJ grips your thigh, pushing it high up on his hip. JJ guides his tip up and down your folds, groaning at the feel of how wet you are. Your hips buck forward, desperate to have him inside you. He pushes your hips towards the wall, pinning them there. 

“JJ, please, I’ll do anything. I just...just need you to fuck me. Please JJ, please fuck me.” You’re on the verge of tears, pussy pulsing with need, pleading for his cock like its oxygen. 

“Sound so pretty when you beg, baby.”  

You’re about to beg again, not caring how pathetic you sound—when JJ pushes himself deep into you. You choke out a sigh of relief, letting out a sob at the feeling of finally having him inside you, stretching you out so good. You brace yourself on his chest as he fucks you, hands scrambling to find something to anchor yourself, settling on digging your nails into his back. You're staring at his mask, something about it making it all the more hotter—helpless against the sounds that come from your mouth—moaning, whimpering, all ‘JJ, JJ, JJ,’ ‘fuck baby please please,’ and ‘Oh god, yes, right there, right there, harder JJ, faster.’ 

He memorizes the sounds you make like it's a language only he gets to learn. He’s not any better, groaning into your neck as he buries himself so fucking deep inside your warm, wet walls— ‘Look how well you’re taking me baby.’ ‘Fuck baby, you feel so good around me, shit.’  

He’s fucking you so hard into the wall, the skin on your back aching against the rough surface. You’re a mess, tits bouncing, lewd squelching coming from between your thighs, head knocking back against the wall. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you feel his dick nudge that spot inside you that has you reeling, seeing stars. You come around his dick, suddenly, without warning. You don’t care how loud you are, forgetting where you are—let some crazy axe murderer come in. You’d happily die taking JJ’s dick—practically screaming when JJ speeds up, fucking you through your orgasm, gripping your thigh so hard, it’s sure to leave bruises.  

You pull at JJ’s mask. He lets you pull it off this time, lips crashing into yours for the first time that night, hands pulling at his hair, wet with sweat. JJ moans into your mouth as you clench around him—he doesn’t know how he denied himself the taste of you all night. Your lips are fucking irresistible—they taste like summer and smoke and cherries, plush and frantic against his. You pull back, gasping, “Fuck, JJ, you’re going to make me come again. Oh god, JJ!”  

JJ’s thumb comes to your clit, rubbing hard circles, forehead resting against yours as he stares deep into your soul. “Come f'me baby, come on, good girl.”  

You moan, practically sobbing as you kiss him once more, relishing in his taste—all minty breath mixed with the faint taste of weed. Your feet are lifted off the floor, JJ pulling your hips against his so hard, thrusting into you and you almost black out. Your body transcends, clenching around him over and over—feeling his hips stutter as he spills himself inside you. 

“Oh fuck baby, fuck.” JJ slows his hips, riding out his orgasm as his eyes flutter shut, placing you back down on the floor, still buried deep inside you. You both come down slowly, foreheads resting against each other’s. JJ slowly opens his eyes, stroking his thumb back and forth over your cheek as the aftershocks roll through you. He notices you struggling to come down, body shaking, eyes still shut as your head falls limp on his shoulder. 

“S’okay, baby, s’okay, did so good f'me, yeah? So good. I’m going to pull out now, okay?” 

You nod once against his shoulder, breathing heavy, letting out a whimper as you feel him pull out. JJ knows what you need. He pulls you against him, skin touching anywhere it can as his hand runs through your hair, kissing your forehead over and over, whispering against your skin.  

“Did so good, baby, so good f'me. I’ve got you. My perfect girl.”  

Your body has stopped shaking—pulling back to smile at JJ, soft and dreamy, completely fucked-out. 

“There she is. You okay baby?” He presses your hand to his lips, kissing it softly.  

“Mhm, more than okay. That was perfect.”  

“Yeah? You liked that?” JJ’s grinning at you, eyes sparkling as he looks down at you. 

“Yes JJ, it was so good.” Your pussy clenches as you remember the way he fucked you, feeling his cum dripping out of you.  

“I love you baby, fuck you’re perfect. My gorgeous girl.” JJ’s moving to dress you, keeping one arm wrapped around you, hand trailing up and down your spine as you giggle softly.  

“I love you JJ. So much.”  

“Let’s get out of here. This place is starting to freak me out, now that I’m not inside you.” JJ smirks, pulling his sweatpants back on. You laugh as you pull your skirt back on, suddenly remembering that you have no underwear.  

“JJ, you fucking ruined my panties. I need something to wear. Your cum is dripping down my legs.”  

JJ groans, “Fuck baby, don’t say that. You’re going to make me hard again.”  

You shake your head, laughing as he passes you his boxers to wear. “You’re such a freak.”  

“Oh yeah? Says the girl who almost came when I had a knife to her neck.”  

You shove him lightly, rolling your eyes as you turn around so he can tie your top back on. You both put your shoes on, doing a quick once over to make sure you hadn’t left anything—JJ pocketing your ruined panties with a smirk. JJ looks you up and down, humming appreciatively.  

“Forgot to tell you how fucking sexy you look in this outfit.” 

“You told me when we bought it, remember?” 

“Mhm, but I didn't tell you today.” 

You giggle softly, kissing his cheek, talking low in his ear, “You looked so hot in nothing but the ghostface mask.” 

JJ laughs, before tugging on your hand, guiding you out of the abandoned house. 

You walk back home with JJ’s arm wrapped around your shoulder—laughing together, talking about nothing and everything. The movie you were going to watch after showering—JJ making a mandatory comment about you showering without him, ‘Wow, I’m offended. Truly heartbroken.’ You laugh, pulling his hand to your mouth, kissing his palm, and you’ve never felt so happy.  

Because JJ Maybank is the safest place you’ve ever known—even when he ruins you, even when he breaks you down into a whimpering mess. You can’t help but stare up at him in pure adoration as he rambles on about all the candy he’s going to steal for the two of you, and how ‘we have to watch this movie when we get back.’ You laugh, shaking your head. 

God, you love him.  

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