DANGEROUSXWDW

Z.H.| WAR

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"You look so cute, pumpkin," Zach chuckles at his pun with a phone in his hand, taking pictures of me holding a heavy pumpkin at the local patch.

"Did you get it?" I question, practically heaving from holding the pumpkin for a long amount of time.

"I got more than one, you should hire me to be your photographer," Zach pats himself on the back cockily.

Setting the pumpkin back down on a hay barrel, I dust off my hands and meet Zach on the patch of dirt he's standing on. I take my phone and browse all the pictures he took of me, and I was surprised to see many different angles and high quality photos.

"These are definitely good enough for instagram, thanks babe," I smile and kiss Zach's cheek.

"You're welcome, and don't you dare forget to give me creds," he jokes.

"Okay, sass king, let's grab some pumpkins and go," I move us along.

We were at the pumpkin patch long enough to see the sky transform from a warm blue to a fiery orange, transitioning to pink, then violet, and now a deep blue; the sun just a few moments from hiding for the night. We finally found our pumpkins, and even a few small ones that were neglected by other customers. The drive home was slightly longer than usual just because of the Halloween traffic, but we finally made it to our shared apartment just as the sky turned pitch black.

The second I enter our home, I switch on all the orange, purple and white decorative lights, and turn on a spooky sound and fog machine.

Most people go to parties or take their kids trick or treating on Halloween; however Zach and I didn't particularly want to go to a party where everyone is drunk enough to blow their own brains out, and we don't have a kid. We decided to stay home, carve pumpkins and bake pumpkin seeds instead.

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"What the fuck is that?" Zach asks from beside me, pointing his knife at my sad pumpkin.

"That's a pumpkin, Zach," I reply with a snarky tone.

"I mean what are you trying to carve? It looks like an alien taking a shit," he insults.

"That's exactly what it is," I deadpan.

"Mine is way better," he boasts, pivoting his Jack-o-Lantern towards me.

I let out an evil-sounding laugh, "in your dreams. That is one messed up black kitten."

"Shut up," he defends his odd pumpkin.

"Make me," I stick out my tongue.

Next thing I know, Zach's hand dips into the bowl of pumpkin remains and flings the slimy contents at me. I look down at the bright orange goo sliding down my shirt and into my bra.

This means war.

I sink my hand into my bowl of gruesome pumpkin guts and hurl it at his hair that took him twenty nine minutes to style.

And that's how it began; tossing pumpkin remains at each other until my shirt just became far too littered with slime.

Peeling my shirt off, my eyes meet Zach's dark ones for a short moment before his gaze breaks away from mine to look at my cleavage. It's not hard to get him horny, and I can already tell what's on his mind just from the simple act of removing my shirt; it's almost comical.

"I'm gonna go clean up," I wink at him, having fun teasing him.

I walk past our many halloween decorations resting in the hallway and into the bathroom, twisting the handle to the 'H' for hot water to start pouring out of the shower head.

It's not long before I feel Zach's presence behind me as he steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. His hands reach around my waist from behind and undo the button on my jeans meanwhile his lips kiss my shoulders.

This happens often-him being in the mood, I mean-however it doesn't usually result in shower sex.

His lips feather across my shoulder up to my neck while he unzips my pants and slides his hand down my front and into my underwear to rub me, getting me in the mood. My whole body shudders under his touch.

Spinning myself around, I connect our lips, only breaking the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. We take no time undressing each other; we do it often.

Zach pulls back the shower curtain for us both to step inside the tub and into the scorching hot water. Droplets chase each other down our bare bodies as we connect our lips once more. He grabs me by the back of my thighs, lifting me up to steady me against the wall while he rubs himself a few times before slipping himself inside me.

We moan simultaneously, both enjoying each other's bodies while the water pouring from the spout stings our skin and forms steam around us. My backside presses into the shower wall with every deep plunge he takes inside me. Every now and then, Zach grunts lowly in my ear and bites my earlobe. His fingertips dig into the back of my thighs, sure to cause light bruises, but it doesn't hurt.

His speed picks up as we near our climaxes, panting heavily, breathing in thick air from the steam.

"Zach," I whimper, feeling my legs tremble as I let loose.

"Baby," he barely responds, finishing right after me.

It takes a few minutes for me to recover from the hot shower sex, and as soon as I find the strength to step out of the shower, Zach tosses my towel-covered body over his shoulder as if it's hanging lifelessly.

"What are you doing?" I weakly ask.

"I'm not done with you quite yet," he grins evilly, "and I'm not stopping until that pussy is red."

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What's your favorite month? Mine are December and October, if you can't already tell.

Hope you loved this imagine from the Halloween Series!

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